When you’re taught the principles of Chaos Magick, they advise you to take it slow and ease into the craft.
I ignored all of the advice.
I went full on wizard and the energy I harnessed eventually imploded, leaving me beaten, broken, and confused.
Continue reading Chaos Magick
“I’m not a drug addict, a Jew, or a ginger.
But I’ve been addicted to drugs, I’ve had a bar mitzvah, and my skin needs a boatload of sunscreen to protect itself from the giant devil globe in the sky…” Continue reading Maybe I’m Just “Me” (The Illusion of Identity)
“If you spend enough time in and around 12 step meetings, you’ll assume the narratives of other people.
You’ll regurgitate their beliefs, rather than your own.
We’ll say we never had a choice, and looking back, we’ll realize we really didn’t…” Continue reading We Have a Choice
“Social media is an echo chamber of attention seeking behavior.
Everyone’s got something to share and we’re all scrolling through barely retaining anything. These words are no different…” Continue reading The Social Media Echo Chamber
“Heres the truth:
You could write a strongly worded essay every single day and never make a dent…” Continue reading Capital “T” Truth
Just because something is widely understood to be “true” doesn’t mean that it is… Continue reading The World is a Story Told By Us
Fear is a total illusion. It’s an internal experience that grows in power as long as it stays up here 😳👈
When I express fear and share it with someone else, I’m able to recognize the false projection that it actually is.
It’s a neurological response to an infinite variable: the unknown… Continue reading On Fear
I was up all night doing cocaine before a 5am conditioning session with the football team.
20 minutes into the exercise, I blacked out and woke up in the hospital.
The doctors had me stay overnight to be observed. My Mom flew halfway up the east coast to make sure I was alright. Continue reading A Reflection on Collegiate, and Present, Consequence
I guess its just sadness.
That feeling when you wake up in bed and your eyes are open and you’re at your parents house and don’t have a job and you’re 29 years old and you’re just like…
Is this real life? Continue reading I Don’t Know What it Is
This is a throwback to a little over a year ago when I wrote the thesis for “Shared Space” Continue reading How We Got to Now (“Shared Space”)