reflection

  • From Mythic Intelligence to Epistemic Justice:

    The Lady of the Lake Speaks Her wisdom does not allow imperial-minded restriction,where fear destroys what it cannot control,and then calls the ruin protection. To speak of autism is not a story from the Book of Invasion.But a plea to the folk, to educate themselves, to loosen their grip on old beliefs that turn naming…

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  • In the last days of the year, when the turning of the sun was very short and the nights stretched like ink, there lived a Lantern who did not yet know it was a Lantern. It had always been told it was too bright, too strange, too reflective. When storms came, people covered it instead…

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  • Can she still navigate the waters? Or must she learn to trust her inner compass again? Now that she knows the truth, grief follows. Grief for the woman she thought she was.   As she revisits old conversations and old silences, replaying social moments with new eyes, wondering what was misread and what was endured.…

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  • (A Heroin(e)’s Journey in a Neurodivergent Body) Burnout did not ask for permission. It arrived like a storm that had been forecasting itself.Through years of quiet weather reports, the world refused to read. It was not a noble quest, or a choice or a calling I accepted with grace. It was my body saying: No…

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  • When I see social media come alive, I see torches and pitchforks all over again, the witch hunt reborn, glowing through the screens we hold so close to our faces. It makes me wonder if this is how far we’ve really evolved. The tools have changed, but the impulse remains the same: fear, outrage, and…

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  • The Prophecy of Magic

    What if “disorder” was only the world’s narrow word for evolution? What is magic in a world bound by the laws of the ordinary mind?It is the colour hidden beneath the black-and-white veil, the secret song smothered by the fear of the unknown. They silence the flowering ones, for they mistake bloom for danger, and…

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  • Every age needs a monster to chase. In medieval times, it was witches who were marked and burned, as if fear could be turned to ash. In the twentieth century, it was communists, with lists and sweeps that promised safety and delivered suspicion. And now, in the twenty-first century, the sweep is for autism. Presidents…

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  • When the Mask Breaks.

    When A specific burnout hits, the version of me I’ve tried to keep hidden becomes the version people see. The dark side, the bitterness, the self-pity, the sharpness of my words, escape. It isn’t who I am, but it’s what exhaustion distils me into. All the quiet work of editing myself, smoothing the edges, softening…

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  • And we are now faced with complacency; we don’t have to fight to survive, we can live, and we are freer than ever. Life has never been better. Yes, there are still wars, there is still hunger, and there are still pandemics in the world, but life quality and expectancy have never been as high…

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  • by AwenyddionSeer of the rupture, child of freak occurrence, cartographer of the sacred in-between I do not walk a straight path. I walk the trail of freak occurrences, the things no one could have predicted, the moments that shatter meaning and give birth to new shapes. I do not collect things. I collect events, thresholds,…

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