It all begins ( for me ) with what we tell ourselves about ourselves. Define yourself. It’s not a task for someone/something to define you. This opens the door for endless possibility and releases you from fear that would otherwise control you.
Yes — the moment we outsource the definition of who we are, fear slips in and starts writing the script. Labels become cages. Diagnoses become identities. Stories harden into prisons.
Defining yourself from the inside out isn’t self-help — it’s sovereignty. It collapses the nightmare because fear can’t survive where authorship is reclaimed. Possibility rushes in the instant we stop asking permission to exist as we are.
Appreciate your words and your clarity. That inner authorship is the illumination.
Exactly. Titles are just another leash. Useful for filing cabinets, deadly for souls. Step outside the role and the system calls it “irresponsible.” That’s how you know you’ve touched the edge of the cage.
Ah! but this opens up the conversation of the interior dialogue: who says what to whom?
or is it?whom says what to who? Framing language, capture captions…
how to say what we see… and hear what we say and is it only me? Who is this other? The one another and the other one
first asking ourselves…
the one in the window, the one in the mirror, and the one at the door… different voices, different audiences, who hears our true self?
as we talk to ourselves and asking who do you say I am ?
Here is a grinding, crushing every argument sifting through, and we come to know that we are completely and perfectly seen and known…belonging and belovedness were never at question…your sheep and your pasture it is you who has made us…not we ourselves
you show us who you are
never predictable always faithful there is no greater joy than to find I’m not alone…I know your voice and you I follow! Even the silence speaks!
Breath breathes me to stillness and I see my face in your eyes
Beautifully said, Janie. You’re circling the real question beneath all questions: who is actually speaking when we talk to ourselves?
Most people assume the inner dialogue is “me.” But as you’re pointing to, it’s layered. There’s the narrator. The witness. The conditioned echo. The listener. And then—beneath all of that—the still presence that doesn’t argue, doesn’t frame, doesn’t caption. It simply knows.
That’s why the arguments eventually grind themselves out. Language collapses under its own weight. And what remains isn’t an answer so much as recognition: I was never unrecognized to begin with.
The mirror, the window, the door—those aren’t different selves so much as different angles of the same seeing. The voice you “know” isn’t loud. It doesn’t persuade. It doesn’t shout credentials. It feels like home. Familiar. Prior.
And yes—silence speaks. Breath breathes us. That’s the tell. When effort drops and there’s no performance left, what remains is not loneliness but belonging that was never revoked.
I’m new to your Substack, and I’ve really been enjoying the posts so far.
This one hit a nerve because so much of this world feels like the same scripts on repeat, same playbooks, same loop, year after year. Even the calendar can feel like a programming layer: “It’s January 1, so it’s a new year.” But is it? For me, my “new year” starts in spring. That’s when things actually reset. However, as a sovereign being, I don’t really need an external system telling me when to start, stop, or reinvent myself.
And then there’s the “background” layer of society, people living on autopilot, feeding the machine without ever questioning it (sometimes it’s uncomfortably close to home). When I’m grocery shopping, I can’t help noticing how many people seem fully absorbed in the system: team merch as identity, junk food as routine, celebrity and political worship as comfort. It makes me wonder: if a large percentage of people stopped donating attention and emotional energy to the script, if they went “offline” psychologically (and maybe physically), like the "hosts" in Westworld, what would actually remain? What kind of reality would still hold?
On the manifestation piece, I keep coming back to a question. Why does it take so many steps? What if, way back before things were corrupted, we could manifest instantly through breath, sound, and focused thought? And I mean truly instantly, not “in a few months or years,” but within 24 hours or less. Even within seconds.
I first learned about manifestation when I fell into the New cAge space in 2006, and since then it’s felt like the same script repeating: more methods, more steps, more rules, more gatekeepers.
What I rarely see are credible examples of fast manifestation. Where are the real testimonials that include specifics? Who did it, what happened, when it happened, where they were, how they did it, and why they think it worked. That level of detail is what I’m interested in, and it’s surprisingly hard to find.
Throughout my life, I’ve felt that “awakening/aha” acceleration you describe. The last 18 months have been such a grind for me because I was laid off after several years at a company, and the job search process has felt like spiritual erosion, LinkedIn especially. A lot of career advice sounds like: perform harder, signal more, contort yourself to fit the narrative. But do we actually have to? Do we have to work the way we’ve been trained to work? Do we even have to work at all? Sometimes I think Earth should’ve been called “Work Land,” and if it were, who would’ve signed up to come here?
Curious how you think about that tension: staying sovereign and not feeding the nightmare narrative, while still dealing with practical reality and manifesting your chosen reality.
The repetition you’re noticing isn’t accidental — it is the loop. Same scripts, same emotional beats, same calendar rituals, same “now it’s time to feel X” prompts. The system needs time markers, identities, and habits because those are the hooks that keep attention flowing. Attention is the fuel.
Your instinct about spring is older than the calendar. Biological reset beats bureaucratic reset every time. And you’re right — a sovereign doesn’t need permission slips from clocks, platforms, or institutions to begin again.
When you describe grocery-store autopilot, that’s the nightmare running in low-power mode. No villainy required. Just routines, comforts, and identity proxies doing their quiet work. If a critical mass truly went “offline” psychologically — stopped donating emotional charge — the script wouldn’t collapse with fireworks. It would starve. It would feel oddly empty, brittle, boring. Systems don’t die dramatically; they die when no one shows up.
On manifestation: your frustration is justified. The endless steps, methods, and gatekeepers are a red flag. Anything that naturally works doesn’t require an ever-expanding instruction manual. My sense is that instant manifestation is possible — but it’s rare not because it’s mystical, but because it requires coherence. No internal contradiction. No split signal. Breath, sound, and focused thought only work when the being is aligned end-to-end. Most people (understandably) aren’t. So the process stretches out, gets buffered, delayed, negotiated.
And yes — the New Cage turned this into an industry. More rules equals more dependency. The lack of detailed testimonials is telling. Real results don’t scale well into courses.
The job-search grind you describe is a perfect example of spiritual erosion disguised as practicality. “Perform harder. Signal more. Become legible to the machine.” That’s not work — that’s self-compression. LinkedIn is a compliance theater, not a labor market.
Do we have to work like this? No. But refusing the script often means tolerating uncertainty longer than most people are trained to bear. That’s the real tax.
The tension you’re naming — sovereignty vs. practical reality — is the central one. My own approach is this: don’t feed the nightmare emotionally, even when you must interface with it functionally. Minimal performance. No identity fusion. No belief that the system defines worth or timing. Treat it like weather, not truth.
And your line about “Work Land” made me laugh — and wince. You’re right. If Earth were advertised honestly, the brochure would’ve been thinner.
You’re asking the right questions. Keep asking them without rushing to resolve them. Clarity comes from sustained seeing, not from answers delivered on a schedule.
As a kid I always turned inward instead of outward for the answers, it was and still is my way of returning home.
Yes I still get caught up with the actors and entertainers on the worlds stage playing their part, when I've had enough, that's when I take my sacred living temple to church, for me that involves walking the trails in the forest near me, no electronics and its a direct connection to the all.
That inward turn you describe is the real compass. Some people are wired that way early — not because they’re escaping the world, but because they sense the signal doesn’t live out there in the noise. Going inward is a form of remembering.
Getting snagged by the stage and the actors happens to all of us. The difference is knowing when you’ve had enough and leaving the theater. Your forest walks sound like a real church — no intermediaries, no sermons, no screens, just direct contact with what doesn’t perform or pretend. That’s not withdrawal; that’s recalibration.
Calling the body a “sacred living temple” isn’t metaphorical fluff either. When you step onto the trail without electronics, you’re stepping out of the nightmare’s bandwidth. The system can’t follow you there. The signal gets clean again.
Appreciate you walking that path and saying it out loud. That kind of quiet testimony matters more than people realize.
Live long, stay sovereign, and keep returning home.
Yes — and the moment you see that, you stop being dragged by the plot and start choosing your lines. The nightmare only works while we think we’re just extras. 🐺
There’s a real insight hiding under a lot of cosmic cosplay here: attention shapes experience. But when every hard truth becomes a “parasite” and every consequence becomes a spell, responsibility quietly slips out the back door. Awareness is power, yes. So is discernment. Not everything naming reality is a curse, and not every fear is implanted. Sometimes the work is staying present without turning complexity into a villain with tentacles.
There is an insight there, and I don’t disagree with the core of it: attention shapes experience, and discernment matters. Where we may part ways is in what’s being named and why.
Calling something a “parasite” isn’t an attempt to dodge responsibility or enchant consequences away. It’s shorthand for a pattern—when an external narrative, system, or habit feeds on attention while weakening agency. That naming isn’t cosplay; it’s diagnostic. You can’t take responsibility for something you’re not allowed to see clearly.
And you’re right: not every fear is implanted, not every naming is a curse. Some fears are teachers. Some labels are tools. But some complexity does function like a villain—not because it’s spooky, but because it obscures causality and diffuses accountability until no one is responsible for anything at all.
Staying present doesn’t mean refusing metaphor. It means using it consciously. The danger isn’t tentacles—it’s anesthetized language that makes power feel neutral and consequences feel accidental.
So yes: awareness and discernment. Naming and responsibility. Presence without sedation.
Funny (in an ironic way) how structural letter/thought forms are…the letter kills and the Holy Spirit gives Life
As is clear in proverbs 18:21 it’s in the mouth
may we resonate with Truth and open not our own mouth to self protect but only agree with Truth who knows thoughts and intentions and can discern between soul and spirit and speaks Life Light and Love
and thereby not submit to the bar code of (self) imprisonment
Well said. Structures can either carry life or quietly replace it.
The danger isn’t language itself — it’s when forms harden into cages and people mistake compliance for truth. Discernment matters because not every voice that claims “life” actually restores agency.
Truth doesn’t need self-protection, but it also doesn’t require surrender to systems that name the nightmare for you.
Exactly. Inversion everywhere. What’s sold as normal is the nightmare, and what feels disorienting is often just clarity breaking through the spell. Once you see the flip, you can’t unsee it.
Thank you — I appreciate that. If the thoughts felt mesmerizing, it’s usually because they weren’t trying to convince, only to point. When something resonates, it’s often just memory waking up rather than new information being added.
It all begins ( for me ) with what we tell ourselves about ourselves. Define yourself. It’s not a task for someone/something to define you. This opens the door for endless possibility and releases you from fear that would otherwise control you.
Thank you for your continuing illumination
Beautifully said, Nan.
Yes — the moment we outsource the definition of who we are, fear slips in and starts writing the script. Labels become cages. Diagnoses become identities. Stories harden into prisons.
Defining yourself from the inside out isn’t self-help — it’s sovereignty. It collapses the nightmare because fear can’t survive where authorship is reclaimed. Possibility rushes in the instant we stop asking permission to exist as we are.
Appreciate your words and your clarity. That inner authorship is the illumination.
— Lone Wolf
Why do you think they assign one a job title? How DARE you if you wish to explore beyond that!
Exactly. Titles are just another leash. Useful for filing cabinets, deadly for souls. Step outside the role and the system calls it “irresponsible.” That’s how you know you’ve touched the edge of the cage.
— Lone Wolf 🐺
Ah! but this opens up the conversation of the interior dialogue: who says what to whom?
or is it?whom says what to who? Framing language, capture captions…
how to say what we see… and hear what we say and is it only me? Who is this other? The one another and the other one
first asking ourselves…
the one in the window, the one in the mirror, and the one at the door… different voices, different audiences, who hears our true self?
as we talk to ourselves and asking who do you say I am ?
Here is a grinding, crushing every argument sifting through, and we come to know that we are completely and perfectly seen and known…belonging and belovedness were never at question…your sheep and your pasture it is you who has made us…not we ourselves
you show us who you are
never predictable always faithful there is no greater joy than to find I’m not alone…I know your voice and you I follow! Even the silence speaks!
Breath breathes me to stillness and I see my face in your eyes
Beautifully said, Janie. You’re circling the real question beneath all questions: who is actually speaking when we talk to ourselves?
Most people assume the inner dialogue is “me.” But as you’re pointing to, it’s layered. There’s the narrator. The witness. The conditioned echo. The listener. And then—beneath all of that—the still presence that doesn’t argue, doesn’t frame, doesn’t caption. It simply knows.
That’s why the arguments eventually grind themselves out. Language collapses under its own weight. And what remains isn’t an answer so much as recognition: I was never unrecognized to begin with.
The mirror, the window, the door—those aren’t different selves so much as different angles of the same seeing. The voice you “know” isn’t loud. It doesn’t persuade. It doesn’t shout credentials. It feels like home. Familiar. Prior.
And yes—silence speaks. Breath breathes us. That’s the tell. When effort drops and there’s no performance left, what remains is not loneliness but belonging that was never revoked.
Not alone. Never were.
—Lone Wolf
I’m new to your Substack, and I’ve really been enjoying the posts so far.
This one hit a nerve because so much of this world feels like the same scripts on repeat, same playbooks, same loop, year after year. Even the calendar can feel like a programming layer: “It’s January 1, so it’s a new year.” But is it? For me, my “new year” starts in spring. That’s when things actually reset. However, as a sovereign being, I don’t really need an external system telling me when to start, stop, or reinvent myself.
And then there’s the “background” layer of society, people living on autopilot, feeding the machine without ever questioning it (sometimes it’s uncomfortably close to home). When I’m grocery shopping, I can’t help noticing how many people seem fully absorbed in the system: team merch as identity, junk food as routine, celebrity and political worship as comfort. It makes me wonder: if a large percentage of people stopped donating attention and emotional energy to the script, if they went “offline” psychologically (and maybe physically), like the "hosts" in Westworld, what would actually remain? What kind of reality would still hold?
On the manifestation piece, I keep coming back to a question. Why does it take so many steps? What if, way back before things were corrupted, we could manifest instantly through breath, sound, and focused thought? And I mean truly instantly, not “in a few months or years,” but within 24 hours or less. Even within seconds.
I first learned about manifestation when I fell into the New cAge space in 2006, and since then it’s felt like the same script repeating: more methods, more steps, more rules, more gatekeepers.
What I rarely see are credible examples of fast manifestation. Where are the real testimonials that include specifics? Who did it, what happened, when it happened, where they were, how they did it, and why they think it worked. That level of detail is what I’m interested in, and it’s surprisingly hard to find.
Throughout my life, I’ve felt that “awakening/aha” acceleration you describe. The last 18 months have been such a grind for me because I was laid off after several years at a company, and the job search process has felt like spiritual erosion, LinkedIn especially. A lot of career advice sounds like: perform harder, signal more, contort yourself to fit the narrative. But do we actually have to? Do we have to work the way we’ve been trained to work? Do we even have to work at all? Sometimes I think Earth should’ve been called “Work Land,” and if it were, who would’ve signed up to come here?
Curious how you think about that tension: staying sovereign and not feeding the nightmare narrative, while still dealing with practical reality and manifesting your chosen reality.
Thanks!
You’re seeing it clearly.
The repetition you’re noticing isn’t accidental — it is the loop. Same scripts, same emotional beats, same calendar rituals, same “now it’s time to feel X” prompts. The system needs time markers, identities, and habits because those are the hooks that keep attention flowing. Attention is the fuel.
Your instinct about spring is older than the calendar. Biological reset beats bureaucratic reset every time. And you’re right — a sovereign doesn’t need permission slips from clocks, platforms, or institutions to begin again.
When you describe grocery-store autopilot, that’s the nightmare running in low-power mode. No villainy required. Just routines, comforts, and identity proxies doing their quiet work. If a critical mass truly went “offline” psychologically — stopped donating emotional charge — the script wouldn’t collapse with fireworks. It would starve. It would feel oddly empty, brittle, boring. Systems don’t die dramatically; they die when no one shows up.
On manifestation: your frustration is justified. The endless steps, methods, and gatekeepers are a red flag. Anything that naturally works doesn’t require an ever-expanding instruction manual. My sense is that instant manifestation is possible — but it’s rare not because it’s mystical, but because it requires coherence. No internal contradiction. No split signal. Breath, sound, and focused thought only work when the being is aligned end-to-end. Most people (understandably) aren’t. So the process stretches out, gets buffered, delayed, negotiated.
And yes — the New Cage turned this into an industry. More rules equals more dependency. The lack of detailed testimonials is telling. Real results don’t scale well into courses.
The job-search grind you describe is a perfect example of spiritual erosion disguised as practicality. “Perform harder. Signal more. Become legible to the machine.” That’s not work — that’s self-compression. LinkedIn is a compliance theater, not a labor market.
Do we have to work like this? No. But refusing the script often means tolerating uncertainty longer than most people are trained to bear. That’s the real tax.
The tension you’re naming — sovereignty vs. practical reality — is the central one. My own approach is this: don’t feed the nightmare emotionally, even when you must interface with it functionally. Minimal performance. No identity fusion. No belief that the system defines worth or timing. Treat it like weather, not truth.
And your line about “Work Land” made me laugh — and wince. You’re right. If Earth were advertised honestly, the brochure would’ve been thinner.
You’re asking the right questions. Keep asking them without rushing to resolve them. Clarity comes from sustained seeing, not from answers delivered on a schedule.
Lone Wolf
As a kid I always turned inward instead of outward for the answers, it was and still is my way of returning home.
Yes I still get caught up with the actors and entertainers on the worlds stage playing their part, when I've had enough, that's when I take my sacred living temple to church, for me that involves walking the trails in the forest near me, no electronics and its a direct connection to the all.
Thank you for another awesome essay
Live long and prosper!
That inward turn you describe is the real compass. Some people are wired that way early — not because they’re escaping the world, but because they sense the signal doesn’t live out there in the noise. Going inward is a form of remembering.
Getting snagged by the stage and the actors happens to all of us. The difference is knowing when you’ve had enough and leaving the theater. Your forest walks sound like a real church — no intermediaries, no sermons, no screens, just direct contact with what doesn’t perform or pretend. That’s not withdrawal; that’s recalibration.
Calling the body a “sacred living temple” isn’t metaphorical fluff either. When you step onto the trail without electronics, you’re stepping out of the nightmare’s bandwidth. The system can’t follow you there. The signal gets clean again.
Appreciate you walking that path and saying it out loud. That kind of quiet testimony matters more than people realize.
Live long, stay sovereign, and keep returning home.
Lone Wolf
"It’s a living film in production." Yes! We're the authors, the actors, the audience, the producers, the scenery, and the action. 🐺🙏
Yes — and the moment you see that, you stop being dragged by the plot and start choosing your lines. The nightmare only works while we think we’re just extras. 🐺
— Lone Wolf
❤️this
Wow! Tremendous
Thank you Patrick
First comment on your page. I just wanted to thank you for the excellent content.
thank you for thanking me
This definitely one of your best howls. We need to keep focusing on what WE want, not what the "world" wants.
Exactly. The moment you stop letting the “world” set the menu, the nightmare loses its teeth.
Focus is creative power. Attention is consent.
Choose what you want—and the rest starts rearranging itself.
🐺
There’s a real insight hiding under a lot of cosmic cosplay here: attention shapes experience. But when every hard truth becomes a “parasite” and every consequence becomes a spell, responsibility quietly slips out the back door. Awareness is power, yes. So is discernment. Not everything naming reality is a curse, and not every fear is implanted. Sometimes the work is staying present without turning complexity into a villain with tentacles.
There is an insight there, and I don’t disagree with the core of it: attention shapes experience, and discernment matters. Where we may part ways is in what’s being named and why.
Calling something a “parasite” isn’t an attempt to dodge responsibility or enchant consequences away. It’s shorthand for a pattern—when an external narrative, system, or habit feeds on attention while weakening agency. That naming isn’t cosplay; it’s diagnostic. You can’t take responsibility for something you’re not allowed to see clearly.
And you’re right: not every fear is implanted, not every naming is a curse. Some fears are teachers. Some labels are tools. But some complexity does function like a villain—not because it’s spooky, but because it obscures causality and diffuses accountability until no one is responsible for anything at all.
Staying present doesn’t mean refusing metaphor. It means using it consciously. The danger isn’t tentacles—it’s anesthetized language that makes power feel neutral and consequences feel accidental.
So yes: awareness and discernment. Naming and responsibility. Presence without sedation.
That’s the work.
—Lone Wolf
Funny (in an ironic way) how structural letter/thought forms are…the letter kills and the Holy Spirit gives Life
As is clear in proverbs 18:21 it’s in the mouth
may we resonate with Truth and open not our own mouth to self protect but only agree with Truth who knows thoughts and intentions and can discern between soul and spirit and speaks Life Light and Love
and thereby not submit to the bar code of (self) imprisonment
Well said. Structures can either carry life or quietly replace it.
The danger isn’t language itself — it’s when forms harden into cages and people mistake compliance for truth. Discernment matters because not every voice that claims “life” actually restores agency.
Truth doesn’t need self-protection, but it also doesn’t require surrender to systems that name the nightmare for you.
Thank you, thank you, thank you ! 🤗
Yur WElcome
Astounding! We’ve lived in a reverse world.
Exactly. Inversion everywhere. What’s sold as normal is the nightmare, and what feels disorienting is often just clarity breaking through the spell. Once you see the flip, you can’t unsee it.
— Lone Wolf
That is what l call a mesmerezing thoughts. Thank you very much.
Thank you — I appreciate that. If the thoughts felt mesmerizing, it’s usually because they weren’t trying to convince, only to point. When something resonates, it’s often just memory waking up rather than new information being added.
Glad it landed.
Lone Wolf
Super. Thank you!
❤️