Feedback prompt: "Tell us what you think:"
Mind Musings
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↓ Links to all blog posts, in alphabetical order. Starred ★ posts are highlighted as good places to start if you want a taste of what I write. ↓
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- Combat Culture and Fighting for Everything ★
- Coyote Will Teach You Now
- "Doing Nothing" is Being Everything ★
- Feedback on Microsoft Outlook's New "Insights" Feature
- First Light
- Fear Spills
- Forests of Mind
- Grief is Not Negative, It's Nuanced
- Hearing Earth
- How Trauma Infiltrates Spirit
- It Feels Good to Feel: Healing as "Un-Working" ★
- It's Really Quite Simple: We Are the Medicine ★
- The Ineffable (part 1 of ∞)
- Listening to the Everything of Silence
- Map(p)making ★
- The Matrix, part 42.2
- My "Politics"
- On Spiritual Materialism and Creating Collective Peace
- Poetry Is...
- "Pragmatism" is Unceasing Creation ★
- Queerness is Proleptic Being
- The Social Trauma Perspective: Shifting from Cultures of Shame to Cultures of Compassion
- The Web of Distractions
Poetry is...
Poetry is realizing that poetry is all
around us, even when we are focused more
on vanity than on the beauty born of the
struggle to break free from vanity and into the shimmering sky of desire's dance
with imagination.
Throughout this website, I've detailed how our individual emotional experiences are inextricably tied to the conditions of cultural ecology in which we exist. As social creatures, we are highly attuned to our social environments, for good or ill. Today, the large majority of people in industrial cultures are chronically depressed and/or anxious,...
My "Politics"
Machines and computers run programs,
For more than seventeen centuries, world leaders have been operating under the principles of conquest and genocide that were outlined in the fourth century under the 'just war' theory. Throughout history, these acts have not only been promoted as just and noble, they have been cited by religious leaders as obligations to God. Under these archaic...
How Trauma Infiltrates Spirit
Society is a house of mirrors.
The Matrix, part 42.2
I am a trojan horse of ego consciousness, infiltrating
Dawn
Like the nearly imperceptible emergence of the pre-dawn light, our lives grow forth.
First Light
The measure of one's connection to the ineffable is to be found in the degree to which they relinquish the need to measure.