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☎️You Have Reached Erratica.The Creative Journal. Of Sosanni V. An intensely curious. restless. overcaffeinated. seasoned seeker. who absconds punctuation – syntax & grammar rules. Who writes books and creates art. Loves all things culture, literature, art history & food. Is fascinated by the vastness of the human experience. An overthinker
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This reel rolls out information that has the potential to change the way you see reality. It poses a question – a game-changer -about life, the mind, perception, reality, and language. It opens our eyes to the role and the importance of language – in a way we could never have imagined.
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The New Yorker on Virginia Woolf. Her essay “On being Ill” and how literature portrays illness.
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“…Who is the monster now? Patriarchal Panic Set In.
To me, the real monster is the sheer, unadulterated panic of a femme-phobic man realizing he can’t control a woman.
He could not accept that she would have free will.
He realized she might have her own desires and will that he cannot dominate. …”
Alice Miller wrote The Body Never Lies. The Lingering Effects of Hurtful Parenting. In the book she mentions various writers, such as Dostoevsky, Kafka, Proust and Woolf, who experienced their own traumatic childhood issues and later exhibited physical symptoms related to that weight they carried within.
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Why do we abuse our minds by forcing them into meditative states or overstimulating them with constant micro blasts of lights and useless info?
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…There is no need to have to explain or defend who we are. We are beautiful humans – unique and sovereign beings. There are no such things in reality as flaws, imperfections, and all that. These notions are engineered because society slapped a few benchmarks and traits they labeled as ‘norms’ – and anything other than that is viewed as flawed. And society dances to that tune….
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We pour ‘something’ into what we create – beyond inspiration. We end up expressing something beyond what we intended.
That something may or may not be obvious to others. And that brings me to a rabbit hole, looking at what experiences could trigger us to store the chestfuls of ‘things’ in our subconscious.
That idea of chests full of stored things – I liken it to a pirate ship filled with chests – but not stolen booty but stashed experiences, emotions, secrets, thoughts, fears, ideas that are ‘stolen away’ kept from anyone seeing them – sailing away to be buried in some remote island… and that thought drove me to some realizations.
