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The Milton Scribe

Tag: self-reflection

  • Chess (5/5/25)

    Escritor de la Tierra

    You love to play chess, so why not play more? Let not the downfalls of your heroes be the backlash of a spirit you hold so close to your heart & being. May you succeed in many moves ahead of you; even now in your brain do the pieces move in favor of your great victory. Feel them. Be part of their glory as they work with you to capture the hearts of your opponents. Forget not to shake their hands upon completion of the mission in gratitude for their suffering at your hand & team.

    Writing to improve (5/5/25)

    my soul ∘ my heart ∘ my mind

    & body & spirit so that healing

    & betterment may exponentialize

    Money, so much (5/6/25)

    What can you do to earn $10,000,000,000.00? Focus on your duties, make good decisions, learn that saying no to certain things that don’t work with you to improve your life

    A Prayer (5/7/25)

    I thought about writing so instead of doing the thing I was about to do (still going to do that) I wrote this real quick ꨄ︎

    (5/9/25)

    SiGNificance

  • Resentment Toward Yourself

    Escritor de la Tierra

    Do you have resentment towards yourself? Are you unhappy with the quality of human you came into the world as? What’s so wrong? Does your brain hurt to think about…that part…and how it makes you feel to think about how other people feel about it? And so be it, but what is it truly? Is it dissatisfaction or envy? Hm why not both? What is it then? Envy formed out of dissatisfaction? Or vice versa? Hm. And what does that mean for the likes of those around you? Must they suffer at your suffering? What a drag. Is that why they’re called drag queens? They’re all dragging us down with their ultimate showcasing of dissatisfaction with their natural born bodies in embodying that of which does not physically appear when they enter the shower? This cannot be the case, can it? Are our identities based on envy? I don’t even mean envy, I mean a certain adherence to an image that has overtaken one’s mind. I think my relationships with both women and men alike have shaped my identity, and although it may be a world of my own making, is it not those around us that assist in shaping our own inner realms? To such a degree, I most certainly may have myself had an impact on the identities of those I’ve come into close contact with. Thus it comes across as a nearly inescapable circumstance that we as living organisms undergo in our fluctuations through our vibrational undertakings via living. Would it benefit anyone to remove oneself from the whole of it? It comes across as unlikely that a mass flux will suddenly seek such isolation, so one may likely find plenty of space to develop an identity beyond the immediate surface of every day interactions. The key at that point is embarking on the meditative mind, of which will be in conjecture with the idea of enlightenment, if that is what one so desires, otherwise, perhaps at least, they will find solace in emptying the mind of memories, at least temporarily depending on the individuals connection to such memories (and the value placed towards them).

    If this all sounds too weighty, then continue on the path of identity swapping. My estimate is that it may just be an element of societal normality, thus pivotal in the process of collective evolution, thus likely evolving the individual (albeit blips of resistance as keys enter their respective holes) to such an extent that may blow any idea of resentment (and ultimately rejection) of ones natural born physical state out of the spectrum of thought entirely. that is to say our evolution may propel us forward with such masterfulness that we won’t even notice the shift in attitudes that will occur collectively, of which will be a soft, gentle, yet massive wave of acceptance that will coarse over each and every one involved in that warping being. It may in fact be reminiscent of that individual who sought escape from identity sharing, that is to say that the whole will be like the one, and so separation will be simultaneously assumed while also never existing to a most comfortable extent. In trying to understand this moving forward, perhaps take a really long time to look at yourself in the mirror and try to think about as many other people than yourself as you can while you’re staring into your own eyes. Try not to get lost in the abyss on such an endeavor, although if you do, have fun!

  • The Eternal Push: An (Micro) Essay on Power

    Escritor de la Tierra

    There is an idea about power I have conjured over my years on this planet. The idea is as follows: power is to push. I realize this is probably lacking in some quality of definition you so rightfully sought. I have come to such a sentence by way of wondering how simply one may come to understand that which is sought with such reverence. Power is the act of pushing, I have come to understand. If not, how so? I do not know how not. I cannot even come up with an idea in my mind where power is not the act of pushing someone and/or something whether physically or psychologically. I can give plenty of examples as to how power is pushing, it almost feels laughable to ask me to provide one. Even if it is a kind push, it is the act of pushing against another. There is such reverence for pushing. Pushing someone along. Even pulling is pushing in the opposite direction. And so be it! Sometimes yah gotta push even when you don’t want to! And you let others push you around! You are okay with them bearing their own powers upon your being, thus, at least in the micro, leaving you powerless! But when is it not okay? Is it ever okay? What does consent mean? If someone is dying, what is power in that moment? How about after you save them? Or after they’re dead? Such micros. It’s almost wrong of me to tackle the micros, because what real power do they have? Well, I totally disagree, and it nearly pains me to explain on such boring terms that the collective of the micros in fact pave way for the massive one. And then the massive one has it’s own one singular awesome brunt of power! Is that good?? it that bad?? It nearly pains me to say that it has become clearer and clearer that it does not matter. All we can do is criticize power, push against it, but it’s still there, the push, is it an eternal push? “The Eternal Push: An Micro Essay on Power” should be the title of this piece. And guess what? I had to literally push the keys on the keyboard to type this. And guess what else? I pushed air in and out of my nose while pushing the keys. And yah know what else what else? I pushed my foot up and down with my toes so that my leg would push against non-existence, because you know, gotta be pushing something. I pushed against an itch to scratch it away, be gone you sick itch. Push my teeth against food so that it may be cut up proper in my pushing it down my gullet into my belly where it will be pushed more times than I care to know, until the final push in which is of but great sacrifice to my dominant nature, yet so be it be a push nonetheless, a gift that God did bless unto we. Push the waves and push the words right out of my mouth. Pushed someone cuz I was bigger and they punched me and so all I had to do was push it wouldn’t be that bad I thought but no it was a push. way to go, jerk.