Bakit Nga Ba?
- LECTURAS 44
- Votos 2
- Partes 1
What is reality to us? Almost all of us believe in there being one reality which is free from all opinions. Something that just is. Something which is true, indisputable. We perceive this reality to be something which we cannot change in any way. The funny thing is that this reality may not really exist. The reason we think in one definite reality is that we only see our side of the story. Obviously there has to be one reality which is true and indisputable. However, spend a bit of time thinking and you will realize that you can never really grasp this reality. Even when you are part of an event you really do not know what is happening around you and why it is happening.
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Differential
Different- 1) Not the same as another, or each other; Unlike in nature, form or quality. I thought being different was a good thing. You know, the whole 'Im not conforming to you' deal. I thought I was unique, my own person. Apparently not everyone thinks being different is a good thing. They're afraid of my difference. Maybe it's my long white hair? Or my glowing silver eyes? Or it could just be because.... I'm not fully human. I tried to keep it a secret. Really I did. I knew the consequence of something like this getting out. So my secret stayed a secret. All until the day the little girl walked out in front of the truck.Concluida
Before It's Too Late
YOLO. You Only Live Once. We always think that way. We only have one life to live so we have to live it to the fullest. Fullest in a way that we are neglecting are very own purpose of existence-to worship God. We often forget that death does not just mean the end of the life in this world but also an entrance towards another dimension- the Afterlife, where Heaven and Hell exist. Now, what will happen to us if our life in this world is about to end? Where are we to go? In what state of forever are we going to dwell? Forever suffering or forever happiness? Let's reflect before it's too late.Concluida
Archeia's Atheneum (The First Shift)
You're awake. You're different. You exist, suddenly, as two things. You, the one you know, with the body and name you're familiar with--and this new you, the one exists within you. This you is inhabiting a world within your own. This other consciousness that you see through has begun to sense its timeline, each word a moment. Like the you you're familiar with, this self seems to come into its life mid-story--though the way you experience this life/story differs vastly from what you're used to. As you grow you will eventually know how to articulate it, even recreate it. First, however, you must choose to embark on/in this small incarnation; you must read the first word. For those who will tread forth on this journey, we salute you. You have been dubbed Archeia, may your journey be ever abundant.Concluida
The Augury
The girl I grew up to know is not who I am today, who I am today is not who I see or envision to be in future, I look at myself now and see that I am the now the present. In truth, apparent awakening cannot occur in anyone's presence but it can only occur in anyone's absence. I couldn't have "experience" what I'm truly called for from "afar" because there is no such thing as a distance for Oneness. There is no one "over here" to gain knowledge of something "over there." My life isn't about finding myself, it's about discovering what I'm created you to be. i'm THE PAST ...THE FUTURE ...THE PRESENT ...THE AWAKEN AUGURYConcluida
The Unseen Script - (The Great Reset / Re-Set?)
#RealityCheck, #TheInvisibleInk, #TheStorm, #TheBreatheOfLife, #WTFMoments, #2025Stories, #Fiction, #Non-Fiction, #SciFi, #HowGodActuallyCreates, #WordsToLife, #IsThisJustAStory? Feels kinda familiar when you read the story? Well that's how the brain works, eventually it will come to a point where one think of something, it comes to life immediately. God Knows how to Play with Life too. He Never Left. Now this is the perfect time to let the real world crack open and the invisible come to the visible world. Speak of the words, and it must come. Well whatever dawg, after-all even our life's stories and memories are actually a written story too. And we're all living inside of it. No matter where you look or go, the result will always be the same. May come in a different form or time, but he's still the same. God would never leave his creations, Trust me with that. He's just on a vacation chilling and giving no fucks about the current reality because they all asked for it subconsciously.Concluida
The Words - An Autobiography
"What if God was one of us?" Credit to Eric Bazzilion, and thanks to Joan Osborne for singing his brain-rattling words. Much earlier, my mother promised that if I applied myself, I could be whatever I wanted when I grew up. Then, from somewhere, I read that the best thing about being a writer is the ability to be anyone you want to be. So, I had quite a blend stirring in my imagination for years before I finally had the luxury of converting that concoction into words, and it shouldn't be entirely surprising that the central narrative of The Ghostwriter Series purports to be the autobiography of God or the Creator as He prefers. Before dismissing this, consider: Once upon a time, an audacious ape raised its head above the others and thought itself superior. Then, beginning with our first written words, I believe we've become active participants in creating our universe. Consider how far we've come from that first bipedal ape. Imagine explaining our SmartPhones to the Inquisition. From this point, how long until our descendants appear to us as gods, like those of Greek mythology? Are there any limitations, other than our imaginations, to what we can ultimately become if we don't destroy ourselves first?Concluida
𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ✓
╰┈➤ ❝ [I stood there in unequivocal revelation, the lagging pain slowly catching up with me, but before I could release a fraction of the pain into my screaming, a bell rang, and suddenly, pilfered from my body was the ability to move. My face neutral and my muscles disabled as I fell face-first into the hard, scathing rock that lay unmoved before me.] 》* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ * 。° 。 • ˚《 Imagine awakening in an environment you deemed unfamiliar, your back thrumming in pain, with your mind staying clear of how you ended up there or simply the moments that lead to your position. You try to find a way out and later realize that you can't even remember who you are; your memories purged, your identity unknown. It takes you a good amount of time, pain, and effort, and eventually you manage to gather tiny fragments of who you were along with the trauma of how you retrieved it, but it's okay, maybe it's all worth it as you finally make contact with another person. Turns out she was your best friend. Finally, it looks like all is turning up until you learn of all the inhumane things you've done in your past, things that evade your newfound morals, things that were so detrimental to society that when you hear the reason as to why you've been enduring such agony, you understand why. How many people did you even end up hurting? What did you do that was so bad, that it made millions wish the absolute worst of you? What will you do now?Concluida
Dots
There's only the connections that we make. In theory; it's all just random dots unless we make a pattern. A series of one shot, short stories meant to make you contemplate your lifeConcluida
I can tell
I'm different, I can read and see what people think. Every moment of everyday... it's not normal. I've been this way for too long. Ever since I saw my best friends dad die in front of my own two, once blue eyes. My now gold orbs, seeing the world for what it actually is. Unfortunately, I think that this story will be discontinued. Thank you to everyone who has read it, this just isn't what I'm interested in writing anymore. It's been too long since I've written. 9/6/17 to 3/30/19Concluida
Diary of a Lightworker
At age 12, I looked into a tall antique mirror- it was the first time I had a notion that my brain and my soul are separate things- Consciousness. Who is this person looking at me in the mirror? her eyes are brown, she is smiling.. why is she smiling? why is she sad? at times her eyes are empty- who is she? or who is? Why is it looking at me in the mirror? why don't I feel that we are One? Earth is not Home. This is becoming apparent each day, if it was, it would be a whirlwind of crazy, but the earth is a good training ground, in here are clues that we need to pick up. If you interact with humans you would know that you won't be able to understand them. Like fish taken out of the water- Humans are energy suckers- they will take everything from you if you don't learn how to shield and put boundaries- this is because most are sleeping- their eyes are shut- the real one-Concluida
Different- 1) Not the same as another, or each other; Unlike in nature, form or quality. I thought being different was a good thing. You know, the whole 'Im not conforming to you' deal. I thought I was unique, my own person. Apparently not everyone thinks being different is a good thing. They're afraid of my difference. Maybe it's my long white hair? Or my glowing silver eyes? Or it could just be because.... I'm not fully human. I tried to keep it a secret. Really I did. I knew the consequence of something like this getting out. So my secret stayed a secret. All until the day the little girl walked out in front of the truck.
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