multidimensional self
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They stood up too fast, like something inside them finally caught up with something outside them. Not a physical movement.An internal shift.The kind that feels like waking up in the middle of a sentence you’ve been repeating your whole life. That was the moment they realized the voice in their head wasn’t theirs. Not in…
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(For more than a year I poured myself into a portfolio for art school. Only the pieces that felt closest to my truth made it in, and even then I wasn’t sure any of them were good enough. A panel of professionals would decide if I was worthy of a seat. I remember pacing the…
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(It was the last summer I spent in P-town before adulthood found me. I lived on American Beauty that summer, letting Sugar Magnolia play again and again like it had just come out. It became the backdrop to everything. That summer on the Cape felt endless, like time loosened its grip just long enough for…
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(Headphones on-Meeting of the Higher Selves-Patrick Bernard-and to think 30 minutes ago we were at the gym listening to Welcome to the circus-FFDP-The Irony in life is epic) You don’t really understand the weight of being human until you’ve already crossed the threshold.Not the one people talk about — not awakening, not enlightenment, not surrender…
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You stopped calling it healing.You began calling it remembering. Because you realized healing implied there was once a wound that defined you, but remembering reminded you that you were never truly broken—only divided by perspective. Now, when you wake, the air bends around you. Not as a servant, not as a mirror, but as an…
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There are classrooms that don’t have walls, teachers who never speak, and lessons that arrive long after the bell has rung. You don’t always realize you’ve enrolled in a course until the test arrives. Sometimes the classroom is a memory.Sometimes it’s a person you no longer speak to.Sometimes it’s the silence after a goodbye that…
