It can be so hard in the moment. So hard. To let go of all the constructs we have built up in our minds and just “be”. And yet, when we can do that, the level of relief we’re able to feel is indescribable. It needs its own word, because truly there isn’t a word that captures that feeling of relief when you remember that you control your thoughts and all you have to do to stop being miserable is to simple not be. To simply focus on the moment, and whatever light there is to appreciate in that moment. In German, there’s ‘gelassenheit ‘ or “letting-be.” And in Japanaese, there’s ‘satori’. In Sanskrit, there’s ‘santosa,’ and in Chinese, there’s ‘wu-wei.’ The overall concept is prevalent in the East, but it doesn’t have the pain or eureka that precedes it in Western consumer and dopaminergic culture. So I created one. I created a word for this from the most ancestral proto-indo-european language roots and I added that precursor of “suffering as part of the process” as a part of its meaning. It’s such a special feeling: the relief, joy, and jubilation that comes from that moment when you ‘remember’ that you control your reality through metacognition and where you choose to direct your thoughts, and you also remember that even the forgetting was part of the process to remembering and have a feeling in your belly that makes you want to laugh. I once wrote something in the that moment that I think describes it best: I once looked for myself everywhere and in everything. I created stories from illusions of worlds that didn’t exist - just to bring meaning back to my life. And it meant everything. And it was meaningless. The story only ever held whatever value I assigned to it. I keep wanting to “change the world” and to do things to improve it. What I keep forgetting and remembering, again and again and again and again, is that by being me and actively participating, I am changing the world. Like the very, very strange attractor that I am. Even if I can’t always see the changes. And perhaps I never will. We can know the end point, and still that does not change that we must participate in the unfolding for it to occur. And so if time is in fact a spiral, then we just exist in ephemeral memories mid-happening. And yet, still, the realization of this only makes it more important that we live. For the act of being is what gives the world meaning within each of us. And it is that collective strive to exist and discover meaning that defines consciousness as I see it. The forgetting is also what makes the remembering so beautiful. Because there is this lovely moment in between the forgetting and the remembering - at least for me - where I review my life from outside of myself, as though I were reading a book or watching a movie. I often think “I’d watch that movie,” and I smile to myself and remember. Living is awesome. How do you capture that in a word? The immense feeling of joy, relief, and physical peace plus paradoxical elation of coming back from being lost and remembering that getting lost is the whole point. Lunawen (LOO-nah-wen): the immense, belly-light joy and peaceful relief of returning from being lost – and remembering that getting lost was the point; the laugh-tinged clarity when you notice you can steer your mind again, and the whole spiral suddenly makes sense. *full substack linked in thread

The feminine was branded evil because the feminine is entropy. It’s chaos in the system of order. But chaos is flow, time, growth, development when bound to order

For those who also notice a shift in time perception, you're not crazy The machinery of the 'continuous self' may be a use-it-or-lose-it system. And convenience culture may be training us to use it less. We may be diminishing the very sense of being a self that is alive

We also have to consider that most technologies are dependent on a human in the loop... And we are destroying the integrity of the agency of those humans