Just cracked open This Is Chaos by Peter J. Carroll.
Fifteen essays on the future of magic…
belief as code,
imagination as engine,
reality as editable text.
Refusing to accept borrowed judgement as truth is the beginning of individuation and the moment you stop outsourcing your moral compass to the crowd. soulcruzer.com/the-counterfe…
This post began as a simple line in my journal: Objective reality is a shuffled deck of tarot cards. I wrote it half in jest, but the phrase wouldn’t let me go. It felt like a key; one of those small, glinting thoughts that opens into a much larger room. soulcruzer.com/living-inside…
Just reimagined the first emblem of "The Book of Lambspring" (15th century alchemy) as a modern psychological parable.
"Two fishes swim in our sea" → a journey through inner division to wholeness.
Spirit (ascending) meets Soul (descending). What happens when you stop trying to choose between them? soulcruzer.com/discovering-t…
I’m reimagining The Book of Lambspring, a 16th-century alchemical text, through the lens of Narrative Alchemy.
It’s part fable, part meditation, part initiation.
I’ve just finished The Neuroscience of Tarot, and it left me with more than a few sparks to play with. On the surface, it’s a book about brain science and card reading. But really, it’s a mirror held up to the way we experience the world. soulcruzer.com/the-neuroscie…
Before Freud had his couch or Jung his mandalas, there were monks and magi testing the chemistry of consciousness.
They believed the elements of the world corresponded to the elements of the self. Lead was not just metal, but melancholy. Gold was not merely treasure, but spirit transfigured by awareness.
They called it the Magnum Opus—the Great Work—but its true stage was always the human heart. soulcruzer.com/the-forgotten…
Time is personal. Think Einstein and relativity: how a minute can stretch forever when you’re waiting, yet vanish when you’re immersed in something you enjoy. Clocks measure the same sixty seconds for all of us, but experience bends time into something uniquely ours.
Neuroscience calls this predictive processing: our brain is always guessing what reality means, using past experiences as a lens. What we “see” is really what we expect to see.
Every time we meet someone, read a book, or watch a sunrise, we’re not really seeing it as it is. We’re seeing it through the lens of who we are. Our past, our moods, our stories, all tint the glass. The world doesn’t show up as it is, it shows up as we are.
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if you're into creative journaling, tarot storytelling, or solo RPGs, or you've ever wondered what you'd discover if you dared to unmask, this one's for you.
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