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“In life, there are certain people who thrive on attacking others. When confronted with the truth, they lash out in denial instead of embracing it.” → This could be a perfect opener for a future essay on truth-telling as a sacred act of disruption.

“And so I sever the limbs of the zombies and bury them in the ground...” → A visceral metaphor for setting boundaries and cutting energetic cords.

“Next time I won’t be so quick to fall for their tricks. I’ll have an axe at the ready.” → That's the shift from wounded to wise—learning from the cycle, not just surviving it.

The Inner Protector
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“But I guess that is what people do when confronted with something difficult to swallow. They lash out in denial and attack the one that's trying to help.” The Messenger’s Wound: Why Speaking Truth Often Gets You Burned First
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This piece, written during the Bush administration, captures the public’s early awareness of government overreach following 9/11. It warns of constitutional dismantlement, bipartisan complicity, unchecked power, and the rise of surveillance and control masquerading as national security. Despite the writer's prior Republican alignment, they call for a rebalancing of power, urging citizens to prioritize nation over party. It’s a timestamp of the awakening that many were beginning to have—an early fracture in trust that parallels the deeper national fractures of the 2020s.
Foundations and Failures
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This journal entry is a theological and mythic meditation on liberation. It frames trauma and fear as the chaotic sea, and healing as the crossing back onto land—into embodiment, sovereignty, and wholeness. Drawing from Hebrew scripture and apocalyptic imagery, it reframes redemption (ge'ullah) not only as freedom from bondage, but as a reclamation of self from distortion, fear, and the abyss. The kraken is symbolic of inner fragmentation, of lies fed by fear. The land is self—earth, groundedness, and truth. This is the crossing. The integration. The return. “Fear is the key. Once fear is mastered, the kraken and the sea hold no power over us.” You were never meant to drown. You were meant to rise.

The Higher Self
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A poetic interpretation of Genesis as a metaphor for healing and transformation. The chaos of early life paralleled the void of Genesis. Revelation brought light, and the “sky as stairway” offered a path forward. A reflection on how the battles of the past can linger in muscle memory, even when the beast is long gone.
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“A powerful piece of inner commitment and surrender—yet one that must be re-examined in light of the harm done in the name of conquest. Both truths can exist. This is where the fracture shows—and where integration begins.”
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Acknowledging personal responsibility, anchoring a vow to heal.
The Higher Self
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Union of the Inner Feminine and Inner Masculine
The Higher Self
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"Paradise... is that place where we begin to communicate with ourselves."

"It is a marriage between spirit and flesh that is unending."

"In order to reach spring, we must first go through winter."

"Today you will be with me in Paradise."

The Higher Self
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Reappears as Lance in The Undercurrent Files
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This was written before I knew we were many. Before I knew the voices weren’t just thoughts, they were parts. Before I understood that the pain was fragmented so that I could survive it.
The Higher Self
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This was written before I knew we were many. Before I knew the voices weren’t just thoughts, they were parts. Before I understood that the pain was fragmented so that I could survive it.
The Inner Teen
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