Author Archives: Snowy Owl

I’ve been on, what seems like a semi permanent duality of consciousness. Existing here and somewhere else simultaneously. While I’m sure I should seek a medical and psychological evaluation by a professional, it’s not so overwhelming that I can’t function. While most times the sense of “living other lives” in my dreams, it happens inContinue reading “Mud puddles”

It’s that single moment. You feel calm. Content with where you are at this time. You feel the wind and sun on your face. The birds song is more in your ear than the sound of traffic. The air is comfortable and the air is fresh in your lungs. This is good.

Growth comes from seeing something that needs change, learning as much as you can to understand it and finding a way to make it better. This is how we’ve gone from walking around and hiding in caves, to flying to the moon. However sacrificing all ethical thought and actions to make progress is not goodContinue reading “Malignant”

When can we choose psychosis over medical intervention? While it’s scary and bizarre, sometimes it’s better than the reality that you’re broken. To heal you first need to acknowledge that you’re fucked up. Then you must accept that you’re fucked up. Only then can you ask for help. Getting help and going through with treatmentContinue reading “Falling apples”

Dreams feeling so real that they have to be. I mean the smells, sounds are so tactile it’s like a memory. I truly feel like they have to be, now especially a peek through the dimensional veil into an alternative reality. Sure they seem bizarre and wild, but some feel as mundane as a morningContinue reading “Dream and dimension”

Nothing has changed. Everyone talks shit on both sides about what is needed. Nobody actually pays attention to what’s really going on around them. They follow propaganda to what drives their feeble minds frenzy. All focused on things that aren’t irrelevant, but are part of the same thing. Nobody watches for those who are waitingContinue reading “Same vision different day”

I realize a huge trigger of my anxiety is death. The finality of it. 25 years ago I danced with it frequently. A couple times it almost claimed me permanently. I tried changing myself to fit in even further. Still, no matter what I did I couldn’t care one way or another if I livedContinue reading “End of the line.”

Everyone talks about atypical on Netflix. I’m not a fan. Mainly because of the bs drama is still making Sam out to be the cause of everyone’s stress. I get that, but I thought it was supposed to be about Sam but too much focus is on everyone else’s problems. I much preferred on theContinue reading “Typically misrepresented”

I’ve been seeing things that make me wonder what I am supposed to prepare for? My grandmother carrying a big heavy battle axe ready to split a skull. My grandfather standing under falling waters. My father cutting down a large tree. People attacking others and not showing remorse. Those who have fought long and hard,Continue reading “Cracks in the concrete”

All my life I have had a connection with everything around me. Understanding deeply the truths of each thing. The problem with that is nobody likes being that vulnerable. So you pretend to be naive or ignorant to what people say or do. You pretend to believe their lies or play along with the game.Continue reading “Lies and what lies between”