#inner-world — Public Fediverse posts
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The Places in My Dreams
The world within, the world of my dreams, is similar to the one I walk through every day. But it is different.
The streets bend strangely. The rooms open where they should not. The people and places are often indifferent to me, and sometimes, they are even antagonistic.
They are not merely people and places. They are representations of emotions I have not yet worked through from the previous day. Sixteen waking hours are not enough to fully grasp all that I have experienced, endured, feared, desired, regretted, or misunderstood.
And so, in the night, these things come alive.
They take on faces. They become houses, roads, crowds, locked doors, ruined landscapes, familiar rooms made unfamiliar. They guide me through the shadow lands—not always kindly, but truthfully. They show me what I could not see while awake.
My dreams are not escapes from the day.
They are the day returning in another form, asking to be understood.Some nights I find myself back in places I have never been, and yet they feel older than memory. A school that was never my school. A church with hallways that keep multiplying. A childhood home rearranged by grief. A city I know by instinct, though no map has ever held it.
#ContemplativeWriting #creativeNonfiction #daVinci #dali #dreamCity #dreamJournal #dreams #dreamscape #emotionalGeography #Escher #Fear #gothicReflection #grief #Healing #Imagination #impossibleArchitecture #innerLandscape #innerWorld #KeithLyndaker #labyrinth #longing #MentalHealth #nightVisions #ProsePoem #regret #sacredImagination #selfReflection #shadowLands #shame #SpiritualReflection #subconscious #surrealArt #surrealism #symbolicLandscape #visionaryArt
In these places, I am often trying to get somewhere.
I am late. I am lost. I am looking for someone. I am trying to explain myself to people who will not listen. I am searching for a room, a door, a vehicle, a path, a way home. Sometimes I am carrying something fragile. Sometimes I have forgotten what I was supposed to carry. Sometimes I am responsible for a task I do not understand, surrounded by people who seem to know the rules but refuse to tell me.
This is the cruelty of the dream world: everyone else seems initiated.
They move through the strange landscape as if it is ordinary. They know which hallway leads out, which road is safe, which bus to board, which door not to open. I am the stranger in a world that somehow belongs to me. I am the dreamer, and yet I am not in control.
Perhaps this is why the places feel antagonistic. They do not hate me. They are simply unwilling to flatter me. They will not pretend I am finished with what I have not faced. They will not comfort me with easy explanations. They turn my emotions into architecture and ask me to walk through them.
Fear becomes a narrow bridge.
Regret becomes a house with too many locked rooms.
Anger becomes a storm on the edge of town.
Shame becomes a crowd that sees me before I am ready to be seen.
Grief becomes a road that always returns to the same place.
And longing—longing becomes a light in a window I can never quite reach.
I wake from these dreams with the feeling that I have traveled farther than my body could have gone. I have crossed cities, fields, stairways, basements, sanctuaries, ruins, and train stations. I have spoken with the dead and avoided the living. I have been judged by strangers and ignored by friends. I have wandered through the unfinished weather of my own soul.
Then morning comes, and the ordinary world returns.
The walls are where I left them. The floor is solid. The dog needs to go out. The coffee waits. The phone glows with its small demands. The day begins again, pretending to be separate from the night.
But I know better.
The dream has left its residue. A feeling follows me, sometimes faint, sometimes heavy. A hallway from the dream lingers inside the hallway of the house. A face from the night appears behind the face of someone I know. A mood clings to the morning like fog.
The shadow lands do not vanish when I wake.
They retreat.
They wait beneath the visible world, beneath errands and conversations, beneath sermons and chores, beneath the version of myself that knows how to answer when someone asks, “How are you?”
I say, “I’m fine.”
But somewhere beneath that answer, an entire city is still burning, or flooding, or rebuilding itself in the dark. -
The Places in My Dreams
The world within, the world of my dreams, is similar to the one I walk through every day. But it is different.
The streets bend strangely. The rooms open where they should not. The people and places are often indifferent to me, and sometimes, they are even antagonistic.
They are not merely people and places. They are representations of emotions I have not yet worked through from the previous day. Sixteen waking hours are not enough to fully grasp all that I have experienced, endured, feared, desired, regretted, or misunderstood.
And so, in the night, these things come alive.
They take on faces. They become houses, roads, crowds, locked doors, ruined landscapes, familiar rooms made unfamiliar. They guide me through the shadow lands—not always kindly, but truthfully. They show me what I could not see while awake.
My dreams are not escapes from the day.
They are the day returning in another form, asking to be understood.Some nights I find myself back in places I have never been, and yet they feel older than memory. A school that was never my school. A church with hallways that keep multiplying. A childhood home rearranged by grief. A city I know by instinct, though no map has ever held it.
#ContemplativeWriting #creativeNonfiction #daVinci #dali #dreamCity #dreamJournal #dreams #dreamscape #emotionalGeography #Escher #Fear #gothicReflection #grief #Healing #Imagination #impossibleArchitecture #innerLandscape #innerWorld #KeithLyndaker #labyrinth #longing #MentalHealth #nightVisions #ProsePoem #regret #sacredImagination #selfReflection #shadowLands #shame #SpiritualReflection #subconscious #surrealArt #surrealism #symbolicLandscape #visionaryArt
In these places, I am often trying to get somewhere.
I am late. I am lost. I am looking for someone. I am trying to explain myself to people who will not listen. I am searching for a room, a door, a vehicle, a path, a way home. Sometimes I am carrying something fragile. Sometimes I have forgotten what I was supposed to carry. Sometimes I am responsible for a task I do not understand, surrounded by people who seem to know the rules but refuse to tell me.
This is the cruelty of the dream world: everyone else seems initiated.
They move through the strange landscape as if it is ordinary. They know which hallway leads out, which road is safe, which bus to board, which door not to open. I am the stranger in a world that somehow belongs to me. I am the dreamer, and yet I am not in control.
Perhaps this is why the places feel antagonistic. They do not hate me. They are simply unwilling to flatter me. They will not pretend I am finished with what I have not faced. They will not comfort me with easy explanations. They turn my emotions into architecture and ask me to walk through them.
Fear becomes a narrow bridge.
Regret becomes a house with too many locked rooms.
Anger becomes a storm on the edge of town.
Shame becomes a crowd that sees me before I am ready to be seen.
Grief becomes a road that always returns to the same place.
And longing—longing becomes a light in a window I can never quite reach.
I wake from these dreams with the feeling that I have traveled farther than my body could have gone. I have crossed cities, fields, stairways, basements, sanctuaries, ruins, and train stations. I have spoken with the dead and avoided the living. I have been judged by strangers and ignored by friends. I have wandered through the unfinished weather of my own soul.
Then morning comes, and the ordinary world returns.
The walls are where I left them. The floor is solid. The dog needs to go out. The coffee waits. The phone glows with its small demands. The day begins again, pretending to be separate from the night.
But I know better.
The dream has left its residue. A feeling follows me, sometimes faint, sometimes heavy. A hallway from the dream lingers inside the hallway of the house. A face from the night appears behind the face of someone I know. A mood clings to the morning like fog.
The shadow lands do not vanish when I wake.
They retreat.
They wait beneath the visible world, beneath errands and conversations, beneath sermons and chores, beneath the version of myself that knows how to answer when someone asks, “How are you?”
I say, “I’m fine.”
But somewhere beneath that answer, an entire city is still burning, or flooding, or rebuilding itself in the dark. -
(Reflecting: Time, timespans, duration, ones own age, technology, science, growth. Trying to track back to that very point in the floe where a certain kind of openness and optimism got lost. And trying to grasp why. Weird meditations for weekends.) #innerworld #escapism #technology and its amazing consequences -
(Reflecting: Time, timespans, duration, ones own age, technology, science, growth. Trying to track back to that very point in the floe where a certain kind of openness and optimism got lost. And trying to grasp why. Weird meditations for weekends.) #innerworld #escapism #technology and its amazing consequences -
When Nations Turn Toward Their Own Minds
This week’s learning carried me across cultures and centuries, revealing how nations come to understand their own minds. From the flowing wisdom of the I Ching to the political storms that shaped Russian psychology, I found myself tracing the ways history, philosophy, and culture shape the inner world. Somewhere in that movement, I began to see my own life reflected back to me — shifting, unfolding, becoming.https://thereflectivemind9.wordpress.com/2026/06/04/when-nations-turn-toward-their-own-minds/
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When Nations Turn Toward Their Own Minds
This week’s learning carried me across cultures and centuries, revealing how nations come to understand their own minds. From the flowing wisdom of the I Ching to the political storms that shaped Russian psychology, I found myself tracing the ways history, philosophy, and culture shape the inner world. Somewhere in that movement, I began to see my own life reflected back to me — shifting, unfolding, becoming.https://thereflectivemind9.wordpress.com/2026/06/04/when-nations-turn-toward-their-own-minds/
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Ein Jahrmarkt als Bild für das eigene Innere: nicht Chaos, sondern Gleichzeitigkeit. Über Stimmen, Bewegungen und die Kunst, kein Zentrum zu brauchen.
👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/jahrmarkt
A fairground as a model of the mind: not chaos, but simultaneity. About inner voices, movement, and life without a single centre.
👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/yearfair
#Philosophy #Psychology #SelfReflection #Writing #Identity #InnerWorld #Thoughts #Mindset #HumanNature #WhisperingThoughts
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Ein Jahrmarkt als Bild für das eigene Innere: nicht Chaos, sondern Gleichzeitigkeit. Über Stimmen, Bewegungen und die Kunst, kein Zentrum zu brauchen.
👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/jahrmarkt
A fairground as a model of the mind: not chaos, but simultaneity. About inner voices, movement, and life without a single centre.
👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/yearfair
#Philosophy #Psychology #SelfReflection #Writing #Identity #InnerWorld #Thoughts #Mindset #HumanNature #WhisperingThoughts
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This piece examines how neurodivergent grief can feel like a collapse of emotional spacetime, where love is realised too late and the present becomes frozen. It explores survival, meaning, and the slow rebuilding of inner reality.
#mentalhealth #grief #neurodivergent #psychology #healing #emotion #trauma #reflection #life #identity #innerworld #experience #wellbeing #awareness #mind #journey #survival #story #humanity #introspection #growth #resilience #struggle
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This piece examines how neurodivergent grief can feel like a collapse of emotional spacetime, where love is realised too late and the present becomes frozen. It explores survival, meaning, and the slow rebuilding of inner reality.
#mentalhealth #grief #neurodivergent #psychology #healing #emotion #trauma #reflection #life #identity #innerworld #experience #wellbeing #awareness #mind #journey #survival #story #humanity #introspection #growth #resilience #struggle
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@extraspecialbitter Dreams arrive uninvited, unfiltered, and often unwelcome. They do not negotiate with my nervous system the way waking life does. There is no masking in them, no managed script, nor any performance of composure. Whatever my mind has been holding gets deposited there without my consent, and sometimes I wake carrying something I cannot immediately name, an emotional residue that takes half the morning to trace back to its source.
I have a complicated relationship with dreams. As someone whose waking life involves a great deal of internal monitoring and regulation, the complete loss of that control during sleep is not always restful. Some nights, my dreams are simply the day's unfinished business, replayed with strange new cast members. Other nights, they feel like dispatches from parts of me that do not get much airtime during waking hours, younger, rawer, less managed versions of myself who apparently have things to say.
What I find genuinely fascinating from a neuroscience perspective is that the dreaming brain is not resting. It is actively consolidating memory, processing emotional experience, and making connections that the conscious mind is too busy or too defended to make during the day. In that sense, dreams are not interruptions to the work of being human. They are part of the work, happening without our interference, which is perhaps why they occasionally produce something true that we would never have arrived at deliberately.
I do not always remember my dreams. But when I do, I have learned to pay attention, not to interpret them too literally, but to notice what feeling they leave behind. That feeling is usually telling me something my waking self has been too preoccupied, or too afraid, to sit with.
#MastoPrompt #Dreams #Neuroscience #ActuallyAutistic #InnerWorld #AuDHD #NDCommunity #Writing
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The Places in Your Memory That Don’t Match Anything in Your Life.
Subconscious landscapes shape your inner world.#memory #subconscious #innerworld #medium #life #personaldevelopment #MemoryRecall
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Eine Loftwohnung voller Gespräche, Spiegelungen und Rollen — bis langsam unklar wird, wer eigentlich noch wirklich im Raum ist.
👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/show-eine-kurzgeschichte
#Literatur #Erzählung #Psychologie #Philosophie #Fragmentierung #Innenwelt
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A loft full of conversations, reflections, and performed identities — until it slowly becomes unclear who is actually still in the room.👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/show-a-short-story
#Literature #Fiction #Psychology #Philosophy #Fragmentation #InnerWorld
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Eine Loftwohnung voller Gespräche, Spiegelungen und Rollen — bis langsam unklar wird, wer eigentlich noch wirklich im Raum ist.
👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/show-eine-kurzgeschichte
#Literatur #Erzählung #Psychologie #Philosophie #Fragmentierung #Innenwelt
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A loft full of conversations, reflections, and performed identities — until it slowly becomes unclear who is actually still in the room.👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/show-a-short-story
#Literature #Fiction #Psychology #Philosophy #Fragmentation #InnerWorld
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Begründungen sind bei mir oft schon fertig, bevor ich schreibe — wie ein inneres Gericht ohne Pause. Der Text ist nur die Spur davon.
👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/begrundungen#Philosophie #Psychologie #Sprache #Selbstreflexion #Innenwelt #Erkenntnis
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My reasoning is often already complete before I write — like an inner court that never pauses. The text is just the trace of it.
👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/reasons#Philosophy #Psychology #Language #SelfReflection #InnerWorld #Insight
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Begründungen sind bei mir oft schon fertig, bevor ich schreibe — wie ein inneres Gericht ohne Pause. Der Text ist nur die Spur davon.
👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/begrundungen#Philosophie #Psychologie #Sprache #Selbstreflexion #Innenwelt #Erkenntnis
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My reasoning is often already complete before I write — like an inner court that never pauses. The text is just the trace of it.
👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/reasons#Philosophy #Psychology #Language #SelfReflection #InnerWorld #Insight
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There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out, but it's too tough for him. 💙
This painting came from that feeling. The thing you hold onto quietly. The hope you guard with both hands even when you're not sure why.
Acrylic on canvas, 2026.
#OriginalArt #EmotionalArt #AcrylicPainting #FigurativeArt #ArtWithMeaning #Bluebird #InnerWorld
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There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out, but it's too tough for him. 💙
This painting came from that feeling. The thing you hold onto quietly. The hope you guard with both hands even when you're not sure why.
Acrylic on canvas, 2026.
#OriginalArt #EmotionalArt #AcrylicPainting #FigurativeArt #ArtWithMeaning #Bluebird #InnerWorld
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Ein Text über ein System, das Wahrheit nicht sofort integriert.
Nicht Einsicht, sondern Sediment. Nicht Durchbruch, sondern Zeit.👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/zeit
#Philosophie #Selbstreflexion #Sprache #Psychologie #Innenwelt #Erkenntnis
A text about a system that does not integrate truth instantly.
Not insight, but sediment. Not breakthrough, but time.👉https://whisper7.substack.com/p/time
#philosophy #selfreflection #language #psychology #innerworld #insight
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Ein Text über ein System, das Wahrheit nicht sofort integriert.
Nicht Einsicht, sondern Sediment. Nicht Durchbruch, sondern Zeit.👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/zeit
#Philosophie #Selbstreflexion #Sprache #Psychologie #Innenwelt #Erkenntnis
A text about a system that does not integrate truth instantly.
Not insight, but sediment. Not breakthrough, but time.👉https://whisper7.substack.com/p/time
#philosophy #selfreflection #language #psychology #innerworld #insight
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Die Selbstabwertungskette
Ein System, das sich selbst stabilisiert – und der Moment, in dem es sichtbar wird.
👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/selbstabwertungskette
#Philosophie #Psychologie #Selbstreflexion #Innenwelt #Sprache #Wohlbefinden
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The Chain of Self-Devaluation
A system that sustains itself—and the moment it becomes visible.
👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/the-chain-of-self-devaluation
#Philosophy #Psychology #SelfReflection #InnerWorld #Language #Wellness -
Die Selbstabwertungskette
Ein System, das sich selbst stabilisiert – und der Moment, in dem es sichtbar wird.
👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/selbstabwertungskette
#Philosophie #Psychologie #Selbstreflexion #Innenwelt #Sprache #Wohlbefinden
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The Chain of Self-Devaluation
A system that sustains itself—and the moment it becomes visible.
👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/the-chain-of-self-devaluation
#Philosophy #Psychology #SelfReflection #InnerWorld #Language #Wellness -
Warum darf ich keine Ernüchterung haben? – 2 von 3
👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/warum-darf-ich-keine-ernuchterung
#Philosophie #Psychologie #Sprache #Selbstreflexion #Erkenntnis #Innenwelt
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Why am I not allowed to feel disillusionment? – 2 of 3
👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/why-am-i-not-allowed-to-feel-disillusionment
#Philosophy #Psychology #Language #SelfReflection #Insight #InnerWorld -
Warum darf ich keine Ernüchterung haben? – 2 von 3
👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/warum-darf-ich-keine-ernuchterung
#Philosophie #Psychologie #Sprache #Selbstreflexion #Erkenntnis #Innenwelt
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Why am I not allowed to feel disillusionment? – 2 of 3
👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/why-am-i-not-allowed-to-feel-disillusionment
#Philosophy #Psychology #Language #SelfReflection #Insight #InnerWorld -
Wochenenden und Feiertage – Zwei Versionen tragen sich besser als eine, bis man merkt, dass keine wirklich trägt.
👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/wochenenden-und-feiertage
#Philosophie #Psychologie #Selbstreflexion #Innenwelt #Sprache #Erkenntnis #Wohlbefinden
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Weekends and Holidays – Two versions of the self are easier to hold than one, until neither truly holds.
👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/weekends-and-holidays
#philosophy #psychology #selfreflection #innerworld #language #insight #wellness -
Wochenenden und Feiertage – Zwei Versionen tragen sich besser als eine, bis man merkt, dass keine wirklich trägt.
👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/wochenenden-und-feiertage
#Philosophie #Psychologie #Selbstreflexion #Innenwelt #Sprache #Erkenntnis #Wohlbefinden
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Weekends and Holidays – Two versions of the self are easier to hold than one, until neither truly holds.
👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/weekends-and-holidays
#philosophy #psychology #selfreflection #innerworld #language #insight #wellness -
Inner and Outer Worlds
The inner world is a powerful force that drives and shapes the outer world. -
Inner and Outer Worlds
The inner world is a powerful force that drives and shapes the outer world. -
Ich weiß eigentlich gar nicht so genau, was ich hier eigentlich mache.
👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/ich-wei-eigentlich-gar-nicht-so-genau
#Literatur #Philosophie #Sprache #Selbstreflexion #Innenwelt #Erzählung
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I don’t really know what I’m doing here.
👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/i-dont-really-know-what-im-doing
#Literature #Philosophy #Language #SelfReflection #InnerWorld #Fiction -
Ich weiß eigentlich gar nicht so genau, was ich hier eigentlich mache.
👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/ich-wei-eigentlich-gar-nicht-so-genau
#Literatur #Philosophie #Sprache #Selbstreflexion #Innenwelt #Erzählung
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I don’t really know what I’m doing here.
👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/i-dont-really-know-what-im-doing
#Literature #Philosophy #Language #SelfReflection #InnerWorld #Fiction -
Ein Übergang von rastloser Bewegung zu innerer Sättigung – wenn Denken nicht endet, sondern einfach voll ist.
👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/vom-tornado-zur-ubererfullung
#Philosophie #Selbstreflexion #Sprache #Psychologie #Innenwelt
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A shift from restless motion to inner saturation — when thinking doesn’t end, it simply becomes full.
👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/from-tornado-to-overfulfilment
#philosophy #selfreflection #language #psychology #innerworld -
Ein Übergang von rastloser Bewegung zu innerer Sättigung – wenn Denken nicht endet, sondern einfach voll ist.
👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/vom-tornado-zur-ubererfullung
#Philosophie #Selbstreflexion #Sprache #Psychologie #Innenwelt
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A shift from restless motion to inner saturation — when thinking doesn’t end, it simply becomes full.
👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/from-tornado-to-overfulfilment
#philosophy #selfreflection #language #psychology #innerworld -
Ich schreibe nicht über das Leben – ich schreibe im Jetzt, ohne Legitimation, aber mit Konsequenz.
👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/ich-werde-immer-sein
#Philosophie #Selbstreflexion #Sprache #Identität #Innenwelt
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I don’t write about life – I write in the now, without legitimacy, but with consequence.
👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/i-will-always-be
#philosophy #selfreflection #language #identity #innerworld -
Ich schreibe nicht über das Leben – ich schreibe im Jetzt, ohne Legitimation, aber mit Konsequenz.
👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/ich-werde-immer-sein
#Philosophie #Selbstreflexion #Sprache #Identität #Innenwelt
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I don’t write about life – I write in the now, without legitimacy, but with consequence.
👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/i-will-always-be
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🧠🧩 #Neuroconstructivism – Does our #innerworld shape #reality?🌍
Do we really see the #world as it is – or only as our #brain constructs it?
🎥 https://youtu.be/1ouxs6P3Enc
📎https://philosophies.de/index.php/2022/11/20/das-verkoerperte-bewusstsein/
#ThomasFuchs #Consciousness #PhilosophyOfMind #Phenomenology #Embodiment #CognitiveNeuroscience #Perception #Reality #MindAndBody #Enactivism #HardProblemOfConsciousness #ArtificialIntelligence #Anthropology #Zoomposium
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🧠🧩 #Neuroconstructivism – Does our #innerworld shape #reality?🌍
Do we really see the #world as it is – or only as our #brain constructs it?
🎥 https://youtu.be/1ouxs6P3Enc
📎https://philosophies.de/index.php/2022/11/20/das-verkoerperte-bewusstsein/
#ThomasFuchs #Consciousness #PhilosophyOfMind #Phenomenology #Embodiment #CognitiveNeuroscience #Perception #Reality #MindAndBody #Enactivism #HardProblemOfConsciousness #ArtificialIntelligence #Anthropology #Zoomposium
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Sometimes feelings are difficult to explain.
#Feelings #Emotions #InnerWorld #MentalHealth #SelfAwareness #Introspection #Unexplained #Quotes #ShareInspireQuotes
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Sometimes feelings are difficult to explain.
#Feelings #Emotions #InnerWorld #MentalHealth #SelfAwareness #Introspection #Unexplained #Quotes #ShareInspireQuotes
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#Perception #Reality #Perspective #Mindset #Beliefs #Emotions #Psychology #Philosophy #SelfAwareness #NeuroFeedback #Neuropathy #NeuroDiversidade #NeuroPsychology #NeuroSciences #Neurologie #NeuroCoaching #NeuroRehab #NeuroMuscular #InnerWorld https://mastodon.social/@biohackingpathway/116284311229483573
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#Perception #Reality #Perspective #Mindset #Beliefs #Emotions #Psychology #Philosophy #SelfAwareness #NeuroFeedback #Neuropathy #NeuroDiversidade #NeuroPsychology #NeuroSciences #Neurologie #NeuroCoaching #NeuroRehab #NeuroMuscular #InnerWorld https://mastodon.social/@biohackingpathway/116284311229483573
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4 Years of LFO @ Twice In Nature - 15 Mar feat. Artefakt, Innerworld
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More often than not, a #door is not only a #symbol of an #entry with unknown #potential, but a sign that it is #time to leave a certain #space. We need to #ventureOut, #explore, and #discover new #doors and #oportunities. Open up and integrate new spaces to expand our #innerWorld, and #grow as a person.
#foureighteight #photography #advice #lifeHack #Barcelona #Spain
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More often than not, a #door is not only a #symbol of an #entry with unknown #potential, but a sign that it is #time to leave a certain #space. We need to #ventureOut, #explore, and #discover new #doors and #oportunities. Open up and integrate new spaces to expand our #innerWorld, and #grow as a person.
#foureighteight #photography #advice #lifeHack #Barcelona #Spain
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Inspiration isn’t always gentle. Sometimes it’s pressure, motion, and letting your own thoughts get loud enough to collide.
This week’s Thursday Lantern is live.
Read at wrightspoetry.com#TheThursdayLantern #Poetry #ProsePoem #Creativity #WritingLife #Inspiration #InnerWorld
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Der mutigste Mensch
https://whisper7.substack.com/p/der-mutigste-mensch#Philosophie #Psychologie #Selbstreflexion #Innenwelt #Sprache #Erkenntnis #Gesundheit #Wohlbefinden #Spiritualität #Gesellschaft
The bravest person
https://whisper7.substack.com/p/the-bravest-person#Philosophy #Psychology #SelfReflection #InnerWorld #Language #Insight #Health #Wellness #Spirituality #Society
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Der mutigste Mensch
https://whisper7.substack.com/p/der-mutigste-mensch#Philosophie #Psychologie #Selbstreflexion #Innenwelt #Sprache #Erkenntnis #Gesundheit #Wohlbefinden #Spiritualität #Gesellschaft
The bravest person
https://whisper7.substack.com/p/the-bravest-person#Philosophy #Psychology #SelfReflection #InnerWorld #Language #Insight #Health #Wellness #Spirituality #Society
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Some fleeting thoughts I thought worth holding:
A Lost Day
Is there something enjoyable about a lost day? Do you know the charm of the emptiness, the feeling of Your batteries being reloaded in a desert absent of meaning?
#Writing #Prose #Reflection #QuietMoments #LostDay
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Existenzialismus am Morgen vertreibt Kummer und Sorgen
https://whisper7.substack.com/p/existenzialismus-am-morgen-vertreibt#Philosophie #Gesundheit #Wohlbefinden #Selbstreflexion #Sprache #Innenwelt #Existenzialismus
Existentialism in the Morning Drives Away Worry and Sorrow
https://whisper7.substack.com/p/existentialism-in-the-morning-drives#Philosophy #Health #Wellness #SelfReflection #Language #InnerWorld #Existentialism
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Eigene Gravitation – Schreiben als Zustand, nicht als Statement. Über Masse, Sediment und das leise Entstehen von Resonanz.
👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/eigene-gravitation#Philosophie #Literatur #Sprache #Selbstreflexion #Schreiben #Innenwelt
Own Gravity – writing as a state rather than a statement. On mass, sediment, and the quiet emergence of resonance.
👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/own-gravity#Philosophy #Literature #Language #SelfReflection #Writing #InnerWorld
