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Art of an introspective nature; a look at artwork that reveals the artist's psyche and comments on the inner workings of a chaotic mind.
The Power of Forgiveness: How Letting Go Can Free Your Heart
Introduction: Forgiveness is not just about letting others off the hook. It's about freeing yourself. In a world full of grudges, bitterness, and unresolved conflicts, forgiveness is the key to peace. It’s a strength, not a weakness — and it’s one of the most powerful tools we have to heal ourselves and build stronger, more meaningful relationships. The process of forgiving can be incredibly liberating. It’s an act that empowers you to move forward in life, without the burden of past pain. Whether it’s forgiving someone who hurt you deeply or forgiving yourself for mistakes you've made, the act of letting go of resentment brings healing in profound ways. In this article, we'll explore how the power of forgiveness can transform your life and help you find peace within.
By Inside the soul10 months ago in Psyche
Kolkata Fatafat Result Today and FF Result Today
### Kolkata FF Result: A Popular Phenomenon in the City of Joy Kolkata FF (also known as Kolkata Fatafat) is one of the most popular and widely followed gambling games in Kolkata, West Bengal. It has become an integral part of the daily lives of many residents, drawing a large number of participants from all age groups and walks of life. Kolkata FF involves the prediction of numbers based on the daily results, and the excitement around the game has led it to become a central topic of discussion for many in the city. This article explores the Kolkata FF Result, its popularity, and how it functions.
By Kolkata FF10 months ago in Psyche
Glass and Sand
I write in abstract, from a place within myself, a transitory philosophical non-representational 'speak', not of real life happenings, which is expected of me, but of a more evolved view of life wrapped in a metamorphosis of my thoughts. I have no life shattering tale to tell...or maybe I am averse to the telling...of that I am unsure.
By Antoni De'Leon10 months ago in Psyche
Chapter IV: The Fool’s Lament Beneath the Comet’s Eye
Kraków was engulfed in night like a heavy coat that thickened and resisted shedding, as if there were an invisible force rejecting all life around. Inside a chamber dark as the depths of a comet’s tail spilling through a window, glowing a faint grey, sat a man alone. His clothes were a strange mixture of bright red and black, adorned with jingle bells that rang out laughter, as though whatever once caused them to do so was simply an echo now devoid of sound. This man was Stańczyk, the court jester, yet the expression on his face was anything but jovial. He appeared astonishingly forlorn, his haunted gaze lost deep within the throes of a letter weightily spread open on the table before him. All Stańczyk could notice was a broken, worn wax seal that appeared flaccid like human desire, and the letter whispered softly with the simple phrase 'Smolensk is lost.'
By LUCCIAN LAYTH10 months ago in Psyche
Chapter III: The Painter’s Paradox — Creation as Annihilation
There is a man whose artwork is not composed with a brush dipped in paint, but rather dipped in existence itself. The bristles of his paint brush, dipped in a white so bright it worships the very idea of painting, are believed to be the extract of the very marrow of the soul itself. Each stroke is not just light on canvas, but light imagined; he contains the power to release light into the fathomless void lurking around the periphery of life. He is a painter of the endless dark, a witness to a subjectless mute whose silence speaks louder than any tangible utterance. Language fails here; any word on the edge of the subject's tongue is siphoned away, absorbed, dissolved, and regurgitated onto the dried slick of basanit slate as pigment. What else could it be called but a sacrament? His brush as chalice; his white, the dictated libation of a soul grasping at meaning in its own frailty.But as the light escapes his brush, the shadow is also introduced.
By LUCCIAN LAYTH10 months ago in Psyche
Suicide Prevention Workshop
We hope to have a small booklet full of prevention material. It is about prevention after all. I have attended many workshops in my lifetime and have not read much after the workshops that were given as handouts. Now I have to go through many of those handouts and recycle them.
By Denise E Lindquist10 months ago in Psyche
Chapter XVII: The Sovereign of Shadows
The wind shrieked, calling me through the hollow arches of my empire, and shared the whispers of those from which I had long departed. They did not capitulate, they did not bend the knee—those stubborn flames in their unyielding commitment who were steadfast in grisly devotion to my cause even while I drifted into infinite nothingness. I stand now before the stripped down bones of my empire, their magnificence reduced to chambers of resonating echo and thrones of dust. *Why have I returned?* The question coils in my heart like the serpent of eternal regret. Perhaps it is the burden of promises I once scarred into the flesh of memory now bleeding through the cracks of time. Or perhaps it is the truth that solitude, even from this frayed kingdom, is a reprieve from the honeyed mumble of humankind. Humanity—how shameless a pantomime! They murmur constantly of virtues they loathe, and in the very next breath, dive into the sins of their own disdain. Their laugh, a knife—that roasts, and their kindness, a mask stuck to rotten flesh. I have tasted their "compassion," a goblet of vinegar, and spit it back into oblivion. They are the architects of their own suffering, bringing offerings of opinions about the innocence of gutting like lambs to a slaughterhouse. Weakness masquerades as strength in their world—a monstrous breeding from the bones of gentle chitterers.
By LUCCIAN LAYTH10 months ago in Psyche
Digital Phantoms
The first time Liam saw the glitch, he brushed it off as a software bug. It was a flicker on his screen—a brief, unnatural distortion in the corner of his webcam feed. He had been live-streaming his late-night gaming session, and for a split second, a shadowy figure appeared behind him, standing just beyond the dim glow of his monitor.
By OWOYELE JEREMIAH10 months ago in Psyche
