Stream of Consciousness

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You see the self is a strange thing — shapeless, formless. When unobserved, I am neither this nor that. Just a possibility. Just movement.
By ERabout a year ago in Writers
UNNAMED [CHAPTER 5 — A forest of me]. Content Warning.
CHAPTER 5 — A forest of me “Beneath my skin, a forest grows, rooted in silence, watered in sorrow. Its trees do not bloom, they bleed — and every step I take redraws the path I fear to follow.”
By Nebulaabout a year ago in Writers
Comparison, Chaos, and the Courage to Keep Going - My Journey of Chasing Crumpled Sunsets.
I am chasing the crumpled sunsets, I am chasing the wind that bleeds and the wind that blows, I am dancing in the trumpets of gallant victories and soaring through the rain and snow.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Writers
UNNAMED CHAPTER 6 — “The Silent Hall”. Content Warning.
“In the silence, I could hear my own heartbeat echoing, as if it were the only sound in a world that had forgotten how to breathe. This place, this white room, seemed to swallow time whole, leaving nothing but stillness and the quiet weight of a thousand unspoken words.”
By Nebulaabout a year ago in Writers
the cruelest paradox of all
There are hungers we don’t know how to name until a word finds us. Writing, for me, has always been one of them-- until I stumbled across the word scripturient: having a consuming passion to write.
By nicoabout a year ago in Writers
When Music Remembers. Content Warning.
Somewhere right now... someone is listening to a song. Maybe in their room, maybe with their eyes closed... maybe smiling... or maybe hiding a tear.
By JATIN about a year ago in Writers
The Intimacy of Writing
Writing is personal. You are, after all, giving access to your mind and how you think. And then there you are, laid bare on the pages for the reader to dissect you. Judge you.
By Suchitra about a year ago in Writers
The Silent Reader
The Silent Reader – My Final Writing on Vocal.Media – Every morning at dawn, I would sit down to write. An empty chair by the window, steam rising from my coffee cup, and a blank screen—that was my morning. I wrote because I knew nothing else.
By Rony Sutradarabout a year ago in Writers
How to Market Your Spiritual Book Without Feeling Salesy
If you’re a spiritual author or lightworker who just published a book—or you’re dreaming about it—you might feel that familiar twinge of discomfort when it comes time to market it.
By Ameera Mayabout a year ago in Writers
How to Get Over the Fear of Being Seen as a Spiritual Messenger
You and I both know there’s a reason you feel called to share your spiritual journey—but you still hesitate. You also know there’s a reason your soul whispers, “Speak,” but your mind fears being seen.
By Ameera Mayabout a year ago in Writers
Stop blaming yourself for being anxious, you just care too much
Have you ever had such a moment? You couldn't sleep the night before the meeting. You knew you were well prepared, but you still rehearsed every sentence in your mind;
By Lucianabout a year ago in Writers
UNNAMED [CHAPTER 4 — Fragments in Bloom]. Content Warning.
CHAPTER 4 — Fragments in Bloom “The void was waiting for me, its arms outstretched, like the places I tried to run from. And when I opened my eyes, I wasn’t sure if I had ever left it.”
By Nebulaabout a year ago in Writers