metaphysical
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There is a particular kind of silence that arrives before something changes. Not the empty kind. Not the silence of abandonment or endings. This one feels occupied, as though something has been moving quietly behind the walls while everyone else carried on believing the house was asleep. For a while, there were only pieces. A…
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There comes a strange hour when the mathematics of loss changes. You stop counting the people who left and begin considering what left with you. The room looks different from that side of the equation. There will always be replacements. Another name saved in the phone, another body sitting in the chair, another person learning…
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Somewhere after the shadow work, the awakening, and the stripping away of everything you once knew to be true, life gets strange. People you swore you could not live without become names you rarely say. The things you thought you needed find other hands. Even memory begins betraying its promises. A face you were certain…
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“You forgot something.” “I have my keys.” “Not that.” “Phone?” “In your hand.” “Coffee?” “Also in your hand.” “Then I have everything.” “You forgot yourself.” There was a pause. “That was dramatic.” “It got your attention.” “I am literally standing here.” “Physically, yes. Congratulations.” “Are we doing this today?” “Apparently. When did you move yourself…
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The demons had been unusually restless since the veil began to thin. They had always lived among us, although in earlier centuries they possessed the dignity to remain mostly invisible. They preferred cathedrals after midnight, the bedsides of dying kings, the corners of rooms where grief had been left unattended for too many years. They…
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There are stories that never found a religion because they were too old for scripture. They existed before language became organized, before mankind decided that the invisible should have names. They passed from one generation to another as whispers. Not because they were forbidden, but because they could not be proven. Some truths were never…
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There are people who wear jewelry because it matches the outfit. People who own drawers full of glittering things that are changed with the weather, the season, or the occasion. Gold on Tuesday. Silver on Friday. Diamonds for the gala. Plastic beads for the beach. Nothing wrong with that. Adornment has always been part of…
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No one remembered hearing the machine start. Everyone remembered wondering why the silence felt so loud after it stopped. It wasn’t announced. There were no flashing lights. No emergency broadcast. No countdown. Just a strange feeling that somewhere beneath everything…something enormous had sighed its last breath. Then the world blinked. Not dramatically. Not with explosions…
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Nobody in Briar’s Hollow ever checked the sky. Not because they couldn’t. Because they had forgotten it mattered. They woke to alarm clocks instead of birds. They stared at glowing screens instead of sunrises. They measured life by deadlines, notifications, grocery lists, and traffic lights. If the wind changed, they blamed allergies. If their mood…
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There was no beginning. At least not the kind humans understand. No clocks.No calendars.No birthdays.No deadlines.No Mondays. Just endless awareness stretching in every direction like an ocean without a shoreline. And somewhere in that infinite place sat a soul preparing for departure. A nervous little spark of consciousness holding what could only be described as…
