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The silence in this room is no longer empty; it has acquired density, weight, and the scent of purification. I lie motionless and watch the light, refracted through the glass, slowly crawl along the wall—the only clock that matters in this liminal state of existence. The illness, which at first burst in like a brutal intruder, like a thief stealing my everyday rhythm and my sense of inviolability, has gradually begun to reveal its true nature. It is not merely a biological breakdown or a glitch in the code of my body; it is a metaphysical pause in which the soul is finally given the chance to heal its body. In this enforced stillness, the highest form of alchemy begins—the evolution of consciousness through suffering, a slow, painful, yet inevitable transition from the illusion of control to the grace of humility. When the body refuses to serve, when it becomes a heavy, disobedient vessel, consciousness undergoes a strange kind of descent—a journey into the depths of our own somatic h...

Понякога светът спира. Не в гръм и трясък, а в една тънка, почти невидима пукнатина на настоящето, през която нахлува вечността. Стоиш в претъпкана стая или вървиш по мократа улица, и изведнъж един поглед, една случайна сянка върху лицето на непознат, преобръща вътрешния ти пейзаж. Това не е просто влюбване. Не е и просто химия. Това е нещо по-дълбоко, по-древно и същевременно по-плашещо — усещането, че в този миг не срещаш някого за първи път, а се завръщаш към нещо, което винаги си знаел. Защо някои хора се чувстват като „у дома“, още преди да сме научили имената им? Дали това е ехо от минал живот, или е просто сложен психологически механизъм на проектиране? В страниците на моя вътрешен дневник днес разгръщам темата за онази тиха метафизика, която наричаме любов от пръв поглед, и се опитвам да разчета нейните скрити кодове през призмата на духа и психоанализата. Припознаването като завръщане към изгубения обект В психоаналитичната традиция няма нищо случайно в това, което наричаме „...

January 29th. The morning is grey, the color of an unuttered sorrow, and the light enters the room timidly, as if afraid to disturb the silence of my shipwreck. Here, in this empty space between a "before" and an uncertain "now," I attempt to arrange the debris of myself. When a person is deceived, they do not merely lose means; they lose the very architecture of their trust. The world, until then predictable and welcoming, suddenly shatters into jagged pieces that cut deep into the softest parts of the soul. The money... it was never just numbers. It was preserved time. It was hours of fatigue, of absence from my own life, of small deprivations that accumulated like grains of sand in the hourglass of my security. Every coin was a fragment of my effort, of my sleep, of my hope for a future where I would not be vulnerable. And when someone takes them with the ease of a charlatan, they do not steal currency—they steal a piece of my past and a vast portion of my peace...

  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...

  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...

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...

  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 ...

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...

  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...

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...

  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...