Chaos, Austerity, & AI - Learning to see in the dark…

One on One Video Call W/George https://tidycal.com/georgepmonty/60-minute-meetingSupport the show:https://www.paypal.me/Truelifepodcast?locale.x=en_USThe Lila Code: https://orcid.org/0009-0008-4612-3942🚨🚨Curious about the future of psychedelics? Imagine if Alan Watts started a secret society with Ram Dass and Hunter S. Thompson… now open the door. Use Promocode TRUELIFE for Get 25% off monthly or 30% off the annual plan For the first yearhttps://www.district216.com/The Alchemy of AshesI. The DescentThey said the road was paved in gold,but I found only dust—dust in my lungs, dust in my veins,dust in the ruins of the gods I once believed in.The stars collapsed like dying prophets,whispering riddles to the blind.I clawed through the wreckage of my former self,searching for the bones of meaning,but meaning had been set aflame,and the smoke spelled my name in tongues I’d forgotten.O fool of the waking world,O dreamer in a land of steel!Did you think the fire would spare you?Did you think the night would kneel?II. The CrucibleThere is a moment in every exilewhen the wind stops wailing,when silence presses like a lover’s palm against your mouth—and you understand.Not with words, not with reason,but with the marrow of your bones,with the ache that only grief can conjure.The old world burns, the new one writhes,and somewhere between death and dawn,you learn to dance in the cinders.They call it madness, they call it sin,but Kesey called it the edge,Leary called it the key,and Morrison screamed it from the rooftopsuntil the night swallowed his voice.We have been here before,in the temples of Eleusis,in the deserts of the prophets,in the painted haze of acid visions—standing at the threshold of annihilation,laughing because we finally see.III. The RebirthLet them come with their chains, their rules, their fear—I have walked through the fire, and I am not the same.I am forged in the wreckage, baptized in the void,a child of ruin, a son of the storm.O city of sleeping minds,O kingdom of glass and smoke!You cannot hold me, you cannot name me,I have carved my own gospel into the skin of the sky.For I have seen the sacred spiral,the ouroboros coiled in eternity’s palm.I have watched death weep into the river,only to rise again,only to rise again,only to rise again.And so I rise—not in chains, not in fear,but in the name of all who bled before me,all who dared to whisper to the abyssand heard it whisper back:You were never broken.You were only becoming. One on One Video call W/George https://tidycal.com/georgepmonty/60-minute-meetingSupport the show:https://www.paypal.me/Truelifepodcast?locale.x=en_USCheck out our YouTube:https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLPzfOaFtA1hF8UhnuvOQnTgKcIYPI9Ni9&si=Jgg9ATGwzhzdmjkg

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