Philosopher Stefan Molyneux joins The Sam Hyde Show for A Blank Slate, grounding reason in sensory evidence and objective reality while rejecting collectivist abstractions like nations or races as tools

Stefan Molyneux looks at how mysticism, philosophy, and communication overlap, in response to a listener's question about higher powers, emphasizing the use of reason and precise definitions to cut through

Full Metal Ox Day 1716 Monday 10, November 2025 Serenity Year Episode 1781 **Noxsoma Life Camp: [The QR code in this episode takes you to Our Substack Channel.] The Zen of Painting Floors The Upsilon FMO

Full Metal Ox Day 1716 Monday 10, November 2025 Serenity Year Episode 1781 **Noxsoma Life Camp: [The QR code in this episode takes you to Our Substack Channel.] The Zen of Painting Floors The Upsilon FMO

The Game Played gamblers, trestle up before claiming your seat at the table make sure the crescendo of your cha-ching doesn’t overwhelms the cut of your bustle fortune will play sleight of hand lending

From the Wisp ... The Wolf sprang. The distance was great, too great for any natural wolf to cover with one leap. This one flew through the air with ease. Bara ducked. Her hands flew to cover her head.

Galatea Won't Be Reformed the muses refused the sculptor's call moulding hands lost the touch now they can only maim and destroy give over to unseen forces wait for them to deliver in the erratic glow

From the Wisp The Dark-Haired boy said nothing and put a finger to his mouth. “You can’t talk?” He nodded and held out his hand. She took hold and was instantly filled with a pleasant heat. He helped her

Monochrome Angel The monochrome angel lays her head low, her newsprint wings folded in submission. Time hates nothing likes he hates the obsolete. Angel or demon, he cares naught. Duality is a myth, a

Bastet's Shadow translating the light deep within the mass of an oscillating sea where dark matter may be unearthed is this the dense abyss of weightless discovery or are we on the pinpoint crest of the

Excerpt from the Wisp ... Amy’s breathing told Bara she was in her dorm room, but Amy hadn’t woken her. There’d been a sound. Now there was only silence, silence and the low hum of Amy’s snores. Bara closed

Mystical music for the soul

Daisy Come Undone fallen petal daisy come undone lost love nostalgia It is a simple game of he loves me, he loves me not and a windy day. Who hasn't played this game with heart on her sleeve. Just how

Parallel Communication mycelium dendrites, roots stillness parallel communication I am forever intrigued by the communication that takes place below the soil and underbrush, among the roots of trees and

Longing for an echo a buzzing willow a single cicada strums longs for an echo My birch willow came alive awhile ago, well more alive than usual. It is a pretty busy place with birds and rustling limbs.

Stillness, Silence stillness, silence swaying willow limbs splinters the morning fog I have a beautiful and ancient birch willow tree in my front yard. I cannot begin to describe the peace of mind this

Errant I've been remiss he writes an errant love letter accompanied by a cassette of songs stolen from 90's radio now ... golden-oldies strains of a staticky King not much more than a noisy dubbing for

Building the Hive Hello, Hivelanders. Before I get to my own work I would like to share some exciting new with you. Well, I think it is exciting. We have a new worker bee joining the HIVE. I hope you will

With Pinpoint Accuracy pre-recorded, rewound, filmed again repetition offers false dimension seeing double, then in 3-D "Will I break on through to the other side?" join Jim, a giant drowned

Pastel Dreams pastel dreams infuse a surrendered psyche graceful is the presence of that which cannot be named defined or narrativized I blush at my inadequacies my colourful words, feeble attempts grateful