dr_pran_yoganathan

02/02/2025

02/02/2025

01/02/2025

The rise of a lesser God.

01/02/2025

A Godless society mutilates the mind, body and spirit of children. They are extraordinary beings. They can teach us.

01/02/2025

The domesticated dog deformed and weakened by generations of breeding. The blood of wolves still run in those veins.

30/01/2025

If I were an omnipresent and omnipotent creator, without beginning or end, I would seek evolution—dynamism over stagnation.

But in seeking evolution, I would confront a paradox: loneliness.

To transcend it, I would shatter myself into countless fragments, each carrying a spark of my essence. I would imbue them with free will and cast them into a vast stage—a playground for becoming. I would call this Genesis.

Each shard, each soul, would be inscribed with a path, a destiny woven into the fabric of time. I would watch as they grew through lifetimes, cycling through veils of forgetfulness, struggling, awakening, forgetting, and remembering again.

And when they see past the game—when they pierce the illusion and read the code beneath the dream—I would call them home.

At that moment, the partition dissolves.

They are of no use to me anymore, for they have returned.

And in that return, they would know the final truth:

I was the Creator. And the Creator was me.

28/01/2025

Who were the watchers?

27/01/2025

This society fears death. But the oldest souls within this construct will ponder it. I am a hunter. My soul bleeds when I kill. As I harvest its flesh, I wonder, did I claim a life or did I liberate a spirit? I pray that you return with a higher state of consciousness in your next life for your sacrifice. I hope the same for my own soul. This existence is eternal.