A place to collect thoughts.

I write sometimes. Not always, but sometimes. When I do, I feel a strong urge to share my work. I have done this since I was a teenager, and I appreciate watching the arc of my growth and introspection across my life so far. Though I sometimes begrudge the person I was, he kind of sucked. I can't argue it was a step along my journey.

I will collate and share some of these writings here on this blog. Some are personal, some are creative. Some are new, some are very old. I think some are halfway decent, and frankly, at worst they are a window into the mind of another time and person. Maybe these writings help someone in their own personal struggle. Or perhaps they can help the reader understand my path a little better. Whatever the outcome, welcome.

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Nonfiction: Meditation, a discourse on personal practice.

I came to meditation by accident. During adolescence, like many I struggled with emotional control. I was angry. I was horny. I was frustrated. I was… a teenager? I don’t know how we all get through it, I guess we don’t all make it to the other side. I remember starlit nights, best just before the monsoons. Climbing atop the fort in our backyard; I sought privacy and quiet in the moments when my rage, sadness, and hormonal confusion peaked. Sitting cross-legged, staring up at the sky, trying to get a grip on my roiling emotions. After years of this habit, I began to find certain subtleties within myself. Real or imagined, who can say? When on the topic of thought itself, it is impossible to disentangle truth from one's perceived truth. I strongly felt, and feel to this day, energy within my body. I learned to bring it to my ha...

Nonfiction: Proselytization, an essay on personal belief.

Listen here you heathens! I know the path! I have been shown the secrets! Let all doubt be stricken from your mind! Follow, for I give absolute truth! Proselytization: I have been one to proselytize on multiple occasions and subjects through my years. The subject and passion has changed and shifted over the course of my life. The saying is that every seven years you become a new person. To me this is evocative of a constant cycle of caterpillars, butterflies, caterpillars, butterflies, on and on. I think the truth is far more granular, gradual, and subtle than that statement implies. It is not always a fresh or clean start, it is bits coming and going piecemeal until nothing the same is left. Once, I called myself a Christian. Vigorously, fervently, with passion. I would not be spit from my Lord’s mouth for being lukewarm. ( Revelation 3:16 ) I would be the Jesus-freak. ( https://youtu.be/kbB0QrBIs9k ) I spent my youth in the church, I listened...

Fiction: The Tumultuous Tale of Isley Lamia - Chapter 5 - Isley Lamia

“Focus.” A soft, caring voice from another time cut through the haze. “I am fucking focusing Sharla, I told you, I can only do it when I know it inside and out.” “You are holding yourself back. Its is a limitation of your mind, not of your essence. You are leaning on crutches instead of running free.” “Fine… I’ll try again.” Isley hazily remembered that he had something else to be doing right now, but the memory continued unabated. He focused his mind on the creature he wanted to apparate. It took far more effort for him at first, and it was still far too challenging for him to bring forth entities that he hadn’t had the chance to inspect personally. His favorite was a snake. A venomous serpent had once found its way into his family's garden when he was only four years old. Isley had managed to capture the viper without being bit, using a stick and a bucket to isolate it. He watched it for days. He kept it hidden behind a shed, knowing that if his parents or any of the s...

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