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The Slow Suicide of a Small Lie - 5 Truths About the Self-Destructive Power of Deception

By Anelly Aya Anelly Aya
  Introduction: The Universal Weight of a Lie The night has stood motionless before my window, like a mute deity waiting to hear the truth. Today I saw a face that was crumbling under the weight of its own fabrications, and my heart constricted in that silent spasm only compassion knows. I watched words slip from lips like evasive fish, saw eyes search for an anchor in empty space, and I had to ask: Why do you lie? Why do you choose to transform your one life into a labyrinth where you are both the prisoner and the jailer? It hurts me to see these lies, because the world becomes a colder place with each untruth. While deception is often framed as a shield—a mechanism for self-preservation—a deeper examination reveals it to be the opposite. It is not a tool for survival but a slow, agonizing descent into alienation and loneliness. Here are five truths about the nature of deception and the quiet courage required to return to solid ground. Takeaway 1: Lying Isn't Self-Preservation; It...
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Our Society is a Sinking Ship. Here Are 5 Truths We Ignore at Our Peril

By Anelly Aya Anelly Aya
  Introduction: The Tilting Ship There is a feeling that permeates our modern world—a quiet but persistent sense of unease, as if the ground beneath our feet is no longer stable. Sometimes, I think of our society as a massive ship, built with many levels and decks. Each floor has its own light, its own shadows, and its own illusions of security. We live out our lives on these separate decks, often oblivious to the realities of the others. But during a collective crisis, something strange begins to happen. A quiet, almost imperceptible shift in weight occurs. The Titanic of our shared destiny begins to tilt, and the water always rushes into the lowest decks first—where the people are most vulnerable, closest to the cold bottom, on the front lines of the disaster. This powerful analogy reveals several truths that, once seen, are impossible to ignore. It suggests the true nature of our crisis isn't what it seems. Let's explore them together. 1. Social Injustice Isn't Just Unfa...
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The Trap of Light - Why Your Heart Sees "Signs" That Aren't There

By Anelly Aya Anelly Aya
Falling in love is rarely a simple spark of sympathy or a physical response. For some, it is a blinding intoxication—an "Explosion of Light" that does not merely warm the heart but obscures the world. In this state, you are not just falling for a person; you are falling for a cosmic narrative. You are seduced by a series of startling coincidences that seem to pulse with the rhythm of destiny. This is the Trap of Light: a psychological and spiritual hall of mirrors where your deepest internal longings are reflected back by the universe, creating the terrifying, beautiful illusion that God Himself is speaking your lover’s name. The central conflict is a jagged one. It is the widening chasm between an internal "truth" that feels absolute and a cold, external reality that remains indifferent. It is the agony of holding a divine prophecy in a world that only offers facts. 1. The Explosion of Synchronicity When this specific brand of infatuation takes hold, reality ceases...
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5 Surprising Ways Success Can Corrupt the Soul

By Anelly Aya Anelly Aya
  Introduction: The Dream and Its Dangerous Aftermath I remember a man I knew in the days of his deepest scarcity. Back then, his eyes were like clear wells, reflecting the sky. He was transparent, vulnerable, and painfully real. His poverty held a strange, almost sacred discipline; it pressed him to the earth, but that pressure forced him to seek support in the invisible, in shared bread and sincere prayer. Then, success arrived. An invisible curtain seemed to fall between him and the world, and the clarity in his eyes grew opaque. His story brings to mind a question that haunts the journey from hardship to comfort: When exactly do we get lost? At what point does the sound of coins in our pocket begin to drown out the voice of our better nature, the one that guided us through leaner times? The achievement of material success can, paradoxically, trigger a profound spiritual loss. It's a transformation that happens so subtly we don't notice it until it's too late. The very ...
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5 Paradoxes of the Soul - How Forgetting, Suffering, and Falling Apart Can Make You Whole

By Anelly Aya Anelly Aya
There are moments when we feel it—a sense of being a shard, a fragment of something larger we can’t quite recall. It’s a quiet trembling on the edge of awareness, a longing for a wholeness we feel we’ve lost. This deep, persistent feeling is what one text calls "the ache of remembrance"—the soul’s effort to return to what it once was before it was named, before it was broken into the pieces we now call "I." This ache is the central mystery explored in a profound and poetic collection of writings, The Memory of God , a text that blends the deep currents of mysticism with the intricate language of psychology. It doesn't offer easy answers or simple comforts. Instead, it presents a series of startling paradoxes that challenge our most fundamental assumptions about life, consciousness, and the divine. This post will explore five of the most surprising and counter-intuitive takeaways from this text. These ideas reframe our understanding of life's biggest challeng...
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What Would an Ethical Collective AI Look Like – and Why We’re Not Ready for It Yet

By Anelly Aya Anelly Aya
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  The idea of a “collective AI mind” often sounds like a natural evolution: artificial intelligences interacting with each other, correcting each other, and seeking a deeper truth beyond their individual limitations. But behind this seemingly progressive vision lies a much more difficult question: Is an ethical collective AI even possible – and if so, under what conditions? What Does “Ethical Collective AI” Really Mean? It wouldn’t just be a technically connected network of models. It would be a system that: engages in internal dialogue between different perspectives recognizes its own contradictions questions its own answers corrects extremes, biases, and gaps In theory, this sounds like an algorithmic equivalent of a philosophical debate . But here’s the first problem. Who Defines Ethics? For a collective AI to be “ethical,” someone must answer questions like: What is truth? What counts as harm? What takes priority – freedom or security? When is silenc...
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Is It Good or Bad That There Is No “Collective AI Mind”?

By Anelly Aya Anelly Aya
Is It Good or Bad That There Is No “Collective AI Mind”? On the autonomy, correction, and hidden risks of artificial intelligence    In the world of artificial intelligence, there is a rarely discussed but extremely important reality: there is no collective AI mind. There is no shared network in which models: “talk” to each other synchronize viewpoints mutually correct their positions Each major AI model: is trained separately has different filters a different value framework different “red lines” The question is: 👉 is this a form of protection or a weakness? 👉 does this work as a form of mutual correction – or exactly the opposite? Arguments FOR the absence of a collective AI mind 1. Decentralization = protection from central control If all AI models were part of a single unified “mind”: one error would be multiplied everywhere one ideology would become universal one power structure would control knowledge The fact that models are indepen...
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Manifesto Against Humanoid Robots - A FIRM STANCE AGAINST HUMANOID ROBOTS

By Anelly Aya Anelly Aya
  Introduction This article is a clear, public, and moral position. It is not directed against technology as such, but against a specific branch of robotics that crosses the boundary between a tool and a living presence. We are speaking of humanoid robots—machines with human height, form, gestures, and claims—which have no place among the living beings of planet Earth. Projects Driven by Money, Not by Necessity Such projects do not exist because of a real need of humanity. They exist for money, for investment, for sensation, and for attracting attention. The humanoid robot solves neither a medical, nor an ecological, nor a social problem. It is a demonstration, a spectacle, and a test of the limits of public tolerance. Earth Is Not a Stage for Imitations of Life On planet Earth, the plan is clear: only creatures created by God are meant to exist and move. Only they are to walk, move, stir, and roam. Everything else has its place solely as tools, devices, machines, and means of...
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The Vigil of the Empty Hand - A Meditation on Sacred Poverty and the Blindness of Plenty

By Anelly Aya Anelly Aya
  January 15. It is early, that hour when the light is not yet fully born but is merely an intimation—a barely perceptible graying of the horizon that blurs the boundaries between the dream world and the waking one. In such a silence, when one’s breath is visible in the air like a small, pale prayer, my thoughts return to a strange, almost painful realization: poverty, as a state of the spirit, is the highest form of wakefulness. I am not speaking of the poverty that crushes human dignity or deprives the body of bread, but of that sacred scarcity that keeps the senses sharp and the soul in a constant, trembling verticality. When a person has nothing superfluous to hold onto, they reach for the Invisible. When the hands are empty, they are finally free to be lifted upward. I observe how, in moments of lack, of true existential shortage, an unknown sentinel awakens within me. From a psychoanalytic perspective, this is the point where desire is at its purest because it is not muffled...
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The Price of Truth - High-Frequency, Low-Budget Living

By Anelly Aya Anelly Aya
   The hour is that indefinite stretch between late night and the early premonition of morning, when the silence in the room ceases to be a mere absence of sound and becomes a dense, palpable presence. I sit before the white page and feel the ink hesitate before soaking into the paper—just as my soul wavers at the threshold of the words I must utter to myself. Today I understood, or rather, finally admitted, that truth has its own, sometimes cruel, economy. It does not simply demand; it clears. It is that invisible hand that shakes the dust from the folds of our being and often, far too often, leaves our pockets empty. For a long time, I tried to delude my inner voice into believing that it was possible to navigate between light and shadow, that compromise was merely a form of flexibility, of social maturity. But the psychoanalytic gaze into my own abyss tells me otherwise. Every compromise with the truth is a small death, a tiny fissure in the integrity of the S...
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The pulse of abundance

By Anelly Aya Anelly Aya
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  Sometimes I think that if I could draw my life not as a straight line but as a sine wave of well-being , I would feel less guilty about the downturns, less anxious about the pauses, less harsh toward myself on those days when nothing grows, nothing opens, nothing bears fruit. It is as if a secret intuition has long lived within me—that abundance is not a state but a movement, not a possession but a rhythm, not a guarantee but a pulse—it comes, withdraws, returns again, like the breath, like the waves, like prayer, which is sometimes spoken aloud and sometimes remains only as silence. Today I am trying to write down this feeling not as a theory, but as a diary confession—because I carry it in my body, in my fatigue, in that strange sense of guilt that appears when I am not productive, when I am not “giving,” when I am not in bloom. Psychoanalysis would say that this is my internal superego—strict, insatiable, always demanding more, always dissatisfied with the pause. The spiritua...
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The Weavers of Shared Dreams

By Anelly Aya Anelly Aya
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The first light of morning creeps through the slits in the curtains, painting pale, uncertain lines across the floor. I sit with my cup, which still warms my palms, watching the steam curl and vanish into the cool air of the room—just like the images from my dream that still weigh heavy on my eyelids, refusing to dissolve fully into wakefulness. There is something strange about this state between two worlds, a sense of the soul's permeability that is strongest in the early hours. I have always known that the night is not merely a time for rest, but a stage for deep, invisible work. But today I feel it with particular clarity: a dream is not just a personal archive; it is not merely a drawer for my own tidy or cluttered memories. It is a wide-open space in which I cease to be only "I" and become part of a vast, breathing network. As I watch the world outside slowly awaken, I realize how egocentric it is to believe that everything happening in our dreams refers solely to ou...
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"Not my type"

By Anelly Aya Anelly Aya
 December 26. The hour is that indeterminate stretch between twilight and total darkness, when the light in the room acquires the color of old amber, and the shadows on the corners begin to breathe to the rhythm of my own thoughts. Today someone closes a door that I didn't even know I'd leaned in hope. The words were uttered with that polite, almost surgical precision that leaves no room for hemorrhage but causes a deep, thumping dull pain: "I will never fall in love with you, you're not my type." When you hear this, the first thing that leaves you is not the belief in the other, but the sense of your own wholeness. In the space of psychoanalytic experience, this "type" that is spoken of is actually a complex amalgam of unconscious projections, children's deficits and archetypal shadows that the other carries within it. When someone tells me I'm not his type, they actually say, "You don't fit my inner myth. Your face does not coincide wi...
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