Stream of Consciousness

Nebuchadnezzar's Blasphemy
Xenomorphs wear Rockefeller skin mask of carefully tailored Philanthropy . Like father like son-you don't ask for my first million $
By Dianaabout a month ago in Humans
The Genealogy of Becoming
Genealogy is more than a record of ancestors—it is the living map of memory, wounds, wisdom, and love carried through generations.
By Flower InBloomabout a month ago in Humans
A tgirls experience with Christianity
When I was young and not yet able to form my own opinions, I had to lean on my parents for what was right and wrong. Being gay was one of the things they declared to be very wrong. I remember hearing a story on the news about a young man who had been dragged behind a truck for three miles for the sin of hitting on another man and my parents didn't see anything wrong with it. This disgusted me and made me fear that if my parents found out about me they would disown me and I would have to spend my life on the streets. One of my sisters later confirmed to me that I would be disowned if our parents knew after catching me blushing at a cute guy in a seventeen magazine. I would later confirm this further by coming out and then being disowned by the first man that broke my heart, my dad.
By Piperabout a month ago in Humans
The Atlas of Becoming
A traveler’s guide to the Flower InBloom universe — a mythic landscape of lioness sovereignty, shadow integration, human architecture, and the garden where consciousness learns to grow.
By Flower InBloomabout a month ago in Humans
What We Call Demons (And Why Integration Feels Impossible)
An exploration of how the word “demon” distorts trauma, shadow work, and nervous-system dysregulation — and why integration requires renaming what we fear.
By Flower InBloomabout a month ago in Humans
Are We Closer Than We Think?
Lately, I have been thinking about something that feels uncomfortable to admit. Are we, as human beings, closer to psychological instability than we would like to believe? Not in a clinical sense. Not in the dramatic way people imagine madness. I mean in the quiet psychological sense. The sense where one more small trigger feels like it could push someone over the edge.
By Eunice Kamauabout a month ago in Humans
If I Were Rich, I Would Finally Stop Surviving (Unofficial Challenge)
When people ask what I would do if I were rich, they expect sparkle in my eyes. A car. A house. A plane ticket somewhere warm and unnecessary.
By Lori A. A.about a month ago in Humans
I Googled “How to Disappear Legally” at 2:17 a.m.
At 2:17 a.m., I typed three words into Google. How to disappear legally. I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t correct the phrasing.
By Lori A. A.about a month ago in Humans
The New Fog Of Footage
Modern life now includes a daily guessing game nobody asked for. Every time a video appears on X, Facebook, TikTok, or any other platform, you have to pause and ask a question that should never have been necessary.
By Dr. Mozelle Martinabout a month ago in Humans
The Quiet Violence of Merit
We like to believe in merit. We say the word as if it were a clean equation: work hard, get results. Study longer, rise higher. Try again, succeed eventually. Merit promises fairness without sentimentality. It offers order. It tells us that outcomes are earned.
By Lori A. A.about a month ago in Humans
Three-stranded braid of failing Cs: Christianity, Capitalism, Consumerism
Scrooge. What a word. Invented by Charles Dickens back in the 1840's as the name for his deplorably wealthy antagonist in the story "A Christmas Carol". Now, in modern English, a Scrooge is a miserly, greedy "person" who deprioritizes actual people in order to better fixate on money.
By Sam Spinelliabout a month ago in Humans
Fatigue
It was like the flip of a coin or a flip of a switch, until everything we knew or thought we knew was upended and dismantled, right down to our own humanity. COVID
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Humans