A quick little video i made from Thursday’s episode Continue reading The Satori Experience
All about fear, anxiety, conscious decision making, and the new clear fallout from the shitshow that was our lives the past couple of weeks: Continue reading NuClear Fallout w/ Peter Croonquist
Peter wakes up and realizes he is what’s happening Continue reading Peter Didn’t Have a Choice
Am I me? Are you, you? What is “me”? What is the thinker of the thoughts? *Zoolander voice* “Who am I???” cue the blue steel as Stefan G. joins us for a discussion on the nature of consciousness, spirituality, and the illusion of the self! Continue reading Salty Bro Book Club! “The Riddle of the Self” (Waking Up w/ Sam Harris) Ep. 3
Reality is God and it’s happening now.
Like a verb. It’s not something with a plan or a direction…it’s an expression.
I talked to a friend on the phone yesterday… Continue reading Awareness: It’s a Muscle (Get a Pump In)
“People either bring you down, or they bring you up, and a lot of times, they don’t even realize it.”
The monk sat quietly as his master spoke.
“The issue your experiencing is control, and, you have none…” Continue reading “The Cubic” (Morning Fiction 5/11/2018)
Cool Hand Hayes (Hayes Johnson) spits consciousness to the flow of rhythm and poetry: Continue reading -The Captains Call to Action-
Written by: Garret Golden
Who am I? What am I? I’ve once heard a wise man by the name of Ted Dekker say these words, “I Am”… He did not say ‘I am what I am’, because that puts identity on one’s self. I have to realize my true essence has no possession, no roots grounded into this person writing this paper, this man who strives to be the best example of love to others who walk upon this earth, to the earth herself. I am not an individual with the title of Garrett Golden. Continue reading ““I Am” (Late for a Dinner Date)”
Author: Adam Abramowitz
The following passage is an excerpt from my novel, “A Glance Inside the Minds Eye”…
“All of the information that I retained about Socrates in college got filtered through my brain and projected as an image, a scene…
The Story of Socrates
The guardsman’s keys rattled as he led Plato down the musky corridor of the lower jail cell. A stench of sweat, feces, and rust permeated throughout the hallway. To his left, Plato saw the shadow of a man, hunched in the corner of his cell, scratching and clawing at the top of his head. Clumps of hair were scattered throughout his cell and his tattered rags were draped over his shoulder. Continue reading “The Story of Socrates”
“I lost sense of time. I lost sense of where I was. I lost sense of my thoughts. My head was craned down as I let the tears flow. I could no longer hear the crowd. I couldn’t hear anything, all I could do was feel.” Continue reading State of Psychosis