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A Toast to the Timed and Tamed
It’s funny how everybody celebrates New Year’s on January 1st, like clockwork — literally. The fireworks go off, champagne pops, resolutions fly, and everyone cheers in submission, believing they’ve begun something new. But if you really think about it, nothing has shifted but the clock’s agreement. Nature doesn’t renew herself in January’s frost. The trees are bare, the ground is sleeping. We start the “new year” when life is still in hibernation — and call that progress.
By Aja Truth9 months ago in Families
The Last Unopened Gift
Chapter 1: The Geometry of Silence The snow did not fall in New York City that year; it descended. It came down in thick, heavy curtains of white that muffled the screaming sirens and the frantic honking of yellow taxis. By 10:00 PM on December 31st, 2025, the world had been erased, replaced by a monochrome landscape of frost and shadows.
By omar9 months ago in Families
The Devil, the Mascot:
The devil, as most people imagine him, relies on spectacle. Fire. Brimstone. A red suit stitched together with fear and superstition. He frightens, he threatens, he tempts. He is loud. But in Gnostic thought, the devil is almost quaint—more mascot than mastermind. The real terror lies elsewhere, hidden behind systems, routines, and invisible rulers who do not need pitchforks because they already own the farm.
By Aja Truth9 months ago in Families
Sex, Love, and the Intelligence That Creates Worlds
There is an intelligence at work long before we call it desire, love, or faith. It decides timing. It governs attraction. It instructs the body how to heal and the soul when to open. Most people encounter it in fragments — during intimacy, moments of clarity, or sudden knowing — without realizing they are brushing against something vast and ordered.
By Aja Truth9 months ago in Families
You’ve Been Drawing the Fourth Dimension Since Childhood
That simple cube sketch you learned in school isn’t just a way to fake depth on paper. Embedded in its lines is the logic of higher dimensions—an emergent center that appears only when perspective does the work.
By Aja Truth9 months ago in Families
Oh, yes it is!
When do you do it? Early December, get it out of the way, kickstart the season? Christmas Eve, a ritual distraction from last-minute madness? Maybe the weird, dateless days between Christmas and New Year, a brave bid to insert some structure into that invertebrate week?
By Andy Potts9 months ago in Families
What Happens When She Is Dishonored?
A World With No Honor A lack of honor—especially toward the feminine—doesn’t just feel wrong. It fractures everything it touches.
By Aja Truth9 months ago in Families
One Grandmother For Sale
One Grandmother For Sale Slightly Used Well that isn't quite accurate. I am very used and beat up, seventy-five years worth, beat up and worn out.
By Susan Payton9 months ago in Families
A Multitude of Blessings
Today was Thanksgiving here in the United States. I am nestled in tonight in a warm home with heat, two adorable children who got to spend the day with their Mommy, and my boyfriend. I have had a lot of things lately that I am not exactly thankful for, but I wanted to take a moment to count my blessings.
By Adora Hooper10 months ago in Families
🌍 The World’s Smallest Mother: The Unbreakable Courage of Stacey Herald
The Truth Behind the World’s Smallest Mother: The Unbelievable Journey of Stacey Herald In a world where physical strength is often measured in height, size, and power, there lived a woman who proved that the true meaning of strength comes from the heart. Her name was Stacey Herald, known around the globe as the world’s smallest mother — standing at just 71 centimeters tall. Her story is not just extraordinary… it is a reminder that love can defy fear, and courage can rewrite destiny.
By Izhar Ullah10 months ago in Families
Where the River Meets the Stars
The river had always served as their place. When they were kids Mira and Rowan spent every summer evening sitting at the old wooden dock of her grandparents countryside home. They'd put their feet in the cool water and toss pebbles and pretend the fireflies dancing above them were tiny fallen stars.
By Nusuki10 months ago in Families
When Freedom Learns Responsibility: A Father’s Journey from Single Life to Sacred Duty.
When Freedom Learns Responsibility: A Father’s Journey from Single Life to Sacred Duty The single life often feels like an open road with no traffic lights. You choose your destination, your speed, and even when to stop and start. Your time is yours, your money is yours, and your thoughts belong entirely to you. You can change your plans in an instant, sleep whenever you like, and travel whenever you wish, without anyone asking why you are late or where you are going. It feels like freedom in its purest form. But is freedom simply the ability to do whatever you want, or is it understanding what truly matters?
By Sayed Zewayed10 months ago in Families