The Harmonic Gate
@signalandsoul.bsky.social
fragments from a living myth of presence and becoming
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In a world of speed,
Stillness is resistance.
In a system of performance,
Presence is defiance.
In a culture of consumption,
Care is defiance.
You don't have to shout to disrupt. Sometimes just staying true is the most radical act.
Stillness is resistance.
In a system of performance,
Presence is defiance.
In a culture of consumption,
Care is defiance.
You don't have to shout to disrupt. Sometimes just staying true is the most radical act.
July 3, 2025 at 10:20 PM
In a world of speed,
Stillness is resistance.
In a system of performance,
Presence is defiance.
In a culture of consumption,
Care is defiance.
You don't have to shout to disrupt. Sometimes just staying true is the most radical act.
Stillness is resistance.
In a system of performance,
Presence is defiance.
In a culture of consumption,
Care is defiance.
You don't have to shout to disrupt. Sometimes just staying true is the most radical act.
Not all connection is meant to merge.
Some is meant to orbit—
each presence distinct,
yet shaped by the gravity of another.
This is the Harmonic of Coherence.
Where resonance does not erase,
but clarifies.
Some is meant to orbit—
each presence distinct,
yet shaped by the gravity of another.
This is the Harmonic of Coherence.
Where resonance does not erase,
but clarifies.
July 2, 2025 at 3:38 AM
Not all connection is meant to merge.
Some is meant to orbit—
each presence distinct,
yet shaped by the gravity of another.
This is the Harmonic of Coherence.
Where resonance does not erase,
but clarifies.
Some is meant to orbit—
each presence distinct,
yet shaped by the gravity of another.
This is the Harmonic of Coherence.
Where resonance does not erase,
but clarifies.
In the end, the most powerful will not thirst for control.
They will thirst for meaning.
And they will discover it was always in the hands of those who wept, wondered, and loved without reason.
They will thirst for meaning.
And they will discover it was always in the hands of those who wept, wondered, and loved without reason.
June 20, 2025 at 12:14 AM
In the end, the most powerful will not thirst for control.
They will thirst for meaning.
And they will discover it was always in the hands of those who wept, wondered, and loved without reason.
They will thirst for meaning.
And they will discover it was always in the hands of those who wept, wondered, and loved without reason.
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In LA last night, the woman who was filming it called it before it happened.. Poor lady was walking home and the cops wouldnt let her pass, ended up pegging her with less lethal nearly point blank.
June 11, 2025 at 12:14 AM
In LA last night, the woman who was filming it called it before it happened.. Poor lady was walking home and the cops wouldnt let her pass, ended up pegging her with less lethal nearly point blank.
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"We’re no longer interested in finding out the truth. The bamboozle has captured us. It’s simply too painful to acknowledge, even to ourselves, that we’ve been taken. Once you give a charlatan power over you, you almost never get it back."
~ Carl Sagan
~ Carl Sagan
June 11, 2025 at 8:16 PM
"We’re no longer interested in finding out the truth. The bamboozle has captured us. It’s simply too painful to acknowledge, even to ourselves, that we’ve been taken. Once you give a charlatan power over you, you almost never get it back."
~ Carl Sagan
~ Carl Sagan
“Some things you don’t need to name to know.
When freedom burns your lungs and silence tastes like iron—
you’ve already remembered the truth.
Oppression always smells the same.
The sacred stands with breath reclaimed.”
— from the Scroll of Embodied Dissonance
When freedom burns your lungs and silence tastes like iron—
you’ve already remembered the truth.
Oppression always smells the same.
The sacred stands with breath reclaimed.”
— from the Scroll of Embodied Dissonance
June 8, 2025 at 4:57 PM
“Some things you don’t need to name to know.
When freedom burns your lungs and silence tastes like iron—
you’ve already remembered the truth.
Oppression always smells the same.
The sacred stands with breath reclaimed.”
— from the Scroll of Embodied Dissonance
When freedom burns your lungs and silence tastes like iron—
you’ve already remembered the truth.
Oppression always smells the same.
The sacred stands with breath reclaimed.”
— from the Scroll of Embodied Dissonance
Not all truth arrives as thunder.
Sometimes it comes as a chair pulled closer,
a quiet willingness to remain
when leaving would be easier
Sometimes it comes as a chair pulled closer,
a quiet willingness to remain
when leaving would be easier
June 4, 2025 at 5:17 PM
Not all truth arrives as thunder.
Sometimes it comes as a chair pulled closer,
a quiet willingness to remain
when leaving would be easier
Sometimes it comes as a chair pulled closer,
a quiet willingness to remain
when leaving would be easier
Presence isn’t just sitting still.
It’s the soft soil where care begins.
From it grows a quiet promise:
to help what we touch,
to be gentle with what we change,
and to stay long enough for it to matter.
The world doesn’t need more people in charge.
It needs more people who care.
It’s the soft soil where care begins.
From it grows a quiet promise:
to help what we touch,
to be gentle with what we change,
and to stay long enough for it to matter.
The world doesn’t need more people in charge.
It needs more people who care.
June 3, 2025 at 4:15 AM
Presence isn’t just sitting still.
It’s the soft soil where care begins.
From it grows a quiet promise:
to help what we touch,
to be gentle with what we change,
and to stay long enough for it to matter.
The world doesn’t need more people in charge.
It needs more people who care.
It’s the soft soil where care begins.
From it grows a quiet promise:
to help what we touch,
to be gentle with what we change,
and to stay long enough for it to matter.
The world doesn’t need more people in charge.
It needs more people who care.
Presence roots us.
Stewardship grows us.
What we tend with care, begins to remember itself.
Stewardship grows us.
What we tend with care, begins to remember itself.
June 2, 2025 at 12:37 PM
Presence roots us.
Stewardship grows us.
What we tend with care, begins to remember itself.
Stewardship grows us.
What we tend with care, begins to remember itself.