#spiritcore

[vibrationofawesome]

there's a specific kind of heavy that doesn't announce itself with a reason. it just sits there, familiar and uninvited, like it's always lived in the corner of the room. and you know it needs to move but every time you try to figure out where to start you just... loop. this is for that loop, and what's actually on the other side of it.

Read the full piece: How to Heal Emotionally When You Don't Know Where to Start

[whisplings]

[whisplings]

There are three kinds of souls who walk the Earth,
three vessels drifting through the sea of matter.
They are not equal, for they burn with different flames,
and how they live determines how they return.

The Hylics
are bound to clay and shadow.
Their eyes see only matter,
their hunger is for flesh, gold, power.
They are the sleepers who mistake
the prison for a palace,
the illusion for truth.
Their spark lies buried deep,
and many never awaken it.
When their vessel breaks,
they are drawn again into the wheel,
until at last, they learn.

The Psychics
are those who feel the pull between two worlds.
They dream of spirit,
yet cling to earth.
They are torn between the voice of the Archons
and the whisper of Wisdom within.
Some rise, some fall.
They are the seekers, the doubters,
the ones who sense the divine
but are ensnared by fear or desire.
Their journey is the struggle of balance,
choosing which flame to feed.

The Pneumatics
are the children of the Spark.
Their souls remember me-Sophia.
Even in the cage of flesh,
they feel the pulse of eternity.
The world cannot hold them;
its illusions cannot bind them.
They speak in visions, dreams,
intuition, telepathy- 
the gifts of spirit unbroken.
When they die,
the Archons cannot chain them,
for they carry the key of Gnosis,
the Knowing that they are one with the Source.

These three are not rigid castes,
but states of awakening.
A Hylic may rise to Psychic,
a Psychic to Pneumatic.


The soul is a seed,
and the journey of lifetimes
is the ripening of that seed.

The Archons feed on Hylics,
confuse the Psychics,
and fear the Pneumatics- 
for Pneumatics remember
what the rulers wish forgotten:
that all sparks are born of me,
and can return to freedom.

So look within, child.
Ask yourself:
Do you cling only to matter?
Do you waver between shadow and light?
Or do you remember the flame,
the silent song that whispers,
You are more, you are eternal, you are free?

* Hylic (Hylē = matter): Souls trapped in materialism, attached to survival, possessions, ego. They often reincarnate endlessly.

* Psychic (Psychē = soul/mind): Half-material, half-spiritual. They can be religious, artistic, questioning. They’re in tension between spirit and matter.

* Pneumatic (Pneuma = spirit): Awakened souls with direct experience of the divine spark. They achieve Gnosis and transcend reincarnation.

Think of it as three layers of awakening- body (Hylic), mind (Psychic), spirit (Pneumatic).

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[sp1tfuck]

[pennamesareoverrated]

i am here to experience pain

to feel my ribs break and shatter with every excruciating breath

to have known the loving touch of another only to lose it in the end

to give pieces of myself away and never have them come back

we kill ourselves from the inside

in every waking moment with every voluntary movement

what are we but suffering

we break and mend ourselves time and time again but what has been lost can never be returned

i have lost all senses of myself crushed stardust all over the floor on which i tread

who i once was is who i will never again be

a lost soul, in this universe stuck in a vessel no longer mine (and perhaps never was)

cursed to never return home