In a ‘ made-up world’ , very closely resembled to ours , there is a ritual done to young girls. People call it tradition and others say it is holy. When we look behind the curtain, though, it is a clear form of control because it flips truth on its head. They say it cleans. They say it keeps her safe. The quieter truth in this story is different… it cuts her off from her field. On the surface, people try to speak of this event in calm words. They treat it like a secret task o

People often say time is a straight line. You are born, you grow, then you die. They also say your brain keeps every memory, like files in a box. Life, though, often times shows something else. Sometimes you feel close to a place you have never visited. Sometimes a dream shows a city you somehow know. Sometimes you meet someone and feel, I remember you. If time is only a line, why does that happen? To tackle this idea, let’s think of a tree trunk; it has many rings. Time is e

You are currently being fed insects… In processed foods. In flour. In protein bars. In cereal. In snacks given to your children. Powdered, fractionated, sterilized, and hidden behind sterile names: Acheta domesticus. Tenebrio molitor. Locusta migratoria. The European Union has already approved these powders. Food conglomerates are already using them. Many products do not say “insect” at all, they call it “novel protein,” “sustainable ingredient,” or simply “flour.” You may ha

Viktor Schauberger was a witness to a science that was silenced. He watched water spiral through untouched rivers with a certain rhythm. Where science saw turbulence, he saw intention. Where engineers built turbines to tear water apart, he built chambers to let it dance. He believed nature never explodes but implodes. He believed if you mirrored inward motion, there would reveal secrets. He built devices powered by vortexes; chambers where air or water spun into implosive har

Apes have never asked a single question. Not once. Not in 60 years of communicating with us through sign language. They communicated mimicry, reward systems, or emotional bonding. They expressed want, sadness, happiness, need. They mimicked, recalled, even invented crude combinations of signs, but they never asked a single question. That single silence unveils everything. They could sign “hug,” “banana,” “Chase tickle,” “more.” But not “Why?” Not “What is that?” Not “Where di

The world is a lie. You felt it long before you had words for it. Somewhere beneath your schooling, beneath your birth certificate, beneath the price tags and the prayers and the clocks and the coins, something deeper kept whispering that none of this was ever real.