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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Fiction: Jason “Juhnta” Liverly, a biography.

Jason “Juhnta” Liverly Life is not always kind. The story of the unkindness in Jason Liverly’s life begins before his conception, as is the case in the world, the sins of the father often curse the son. His father went by the name Absolum, a powerful mage, and a charismatic figure. He had goals of power and strength, and was not above using his magic to manipulate anyone he needed to obtain his goals. It was during his masterstroke, a convoluted plan involving layers and layers of spells to be cast upon the king himself, that he was discovered. A member of royal investigations had been suspicious of him, and upon uncovering his machinations, brought the hammer of justice down upon him. In the resulting struggle, three royal investigators clashed magically with Jason’s father. Absolum fought with the passion of a cornered animal, holding nothing back and lashing out with fury and wrath. In the end, he left the investigators no choice. They burned him out. With their combined power,...

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...

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