The Power of Words — What are Symbols and how do they connect to the Astral Realm?


I want to add that while this symbolic realm can be explored with the whimsy of a child who doesn’t know what she has to lose, this realm can be dangerous. At first, you may also feel as if you’re going insane as you’ll begin feeling and perceiving what ‘isn’t there’ or doesn’t seem to be real, even though it is real. And that’s another reason why it can be dangerous. When you figure out how real it is and begin to see things you don’t like, how are you gonna handle it? That’s up to you, however, the truth is liberating and it’s only through traversing this realm that we can find our footing and understand how to handle it all with relative grace, if possible. I still say…Fucking go there. It’s fun once you get past the scary shit!! No but really, don’t go in halfassed. I believe that people can do themselves harm if they go in with one foot, they can perceive these echos, but they’re still listening to the physical realm that tells them they aren’t real. That’s a curious case in which the awareness might be what causes something to eat away at them rather than liberate them. It’s liberation they must grant themselves with their own hands. The echos are real, you have to believe it. Then you also need grounding and balance. There are layers to this and it isn’t easy to go this gracefully, but you learn with time


I’ll quote myself first off, but this is important as it dawned on me that nothing else is really gonna make sense unless I explain what I mean by ‘symbols’. I tend to use words not as they’re meant to be used necessarily, but they take on an entirely new meaning for me

“Once we detach ourselves from all the labels and assumptions, then we can begin to use words to explore something you will never read about in a linguistics book or a psychology textbook. Enter the realm of symbol and abstract, a world with no bars, a world where you’re only a slave if you choose to be, the realm where words are yours and there are no rules, a world where we reach just a little closer to the roots of our human language

…what exists separate from words that words can aide us in exploring if we let them. There’s an entire universe that exists before we give things form and structure and definition and say what they are because what they are isn’t in a word or even the most eloquent string of them”

I would describe the symbolic realm as what is but what isn’t. We can’t see it with our physical eyes, but we know it exists because we can feel it and because can perceive it. Walking here feels unsafe and perhaps we do risk much in traversing it as we’re not dealing with the corporeal anymore. That’s damage that even if fatal, at least we can understand why it happened. While we don’t risk permanent death in the symbolic, abstract realm, we risk losing or damaging things in ways we can’t comprehend. Someone may have an entity attached to them and not at all be aware, yet it’s there draining and siphoning, eating away at them. The entity can’t be seen with physical eyes in most cases, but the damage occurring is real and worse because this isn’t something that follows logic or rationality. It follows a much higher order of understanding

In the astral realm we’d be able to see this entity clearly, but in this physical world we can’t. These two realms exists as one and if we’re not aware of that fact, we’re more vulnerable. We’re basically walking around with a tattoo on our forehead that reads ‘dumb ass’. Just saying. Anyway…

What happens there happens here and vice versa. That’s the takeaway. But most of us cannot see that realm. I can’t. But I understand it and I know why I do: Its threads and tendrils, its ‘coding’ is built in symbolism. Its fabric is not logical, it’s symbolic. Symbolism is a means of working and creating within that realm without actually seeing it. Symbols are the echo of the astral realm in the physical realm

Someone may be able to perceive that something is draining them without being able to see the entity doing the draining by feeling which is also an echo. Energy is another echo. Feeling, energy, and symbols are tools by which we can actually create within the astral realm and that is a highly important skill because like I said, what happens here happens there and what happens there happens here. If we can work with what’s happening there, we can affect what’s happening here in the corporeality, to our physical bodies, to our brains, to the world itself  and we can affect those things as well if we understand how to use feeling, energy, and symbols

I can now justify why I’ve always since I was a child felt arts were sacred. They are. Artists of all shades have the ability to not only create in this physical world, but in a way that etches itself into the astral realm. To be clear, that’s a very powerful ability and shouldn’t be used haphazardly or be thought to be a solely saccharine skill as it isn’t. It very much isn’t. If you’re aware of feeling and energy, you’re not just gonna be aware of what feels good or what fills you, you’re gonna be aware of opposing forces and how they play with each other and what they do. Energy is very massive aspect of the echo we receive of the astral realm. Feeling and symbolism are too. This is why it could be said what you feel is more real than anything. And don’t think that’s a limiting concept either as when you accept how real they are, you’re also taking on a greater rite: The ability to manipulate feeling and energy and thus create in a way that imprints itself into the astral realm as well as the physical realm

I believe feeling and energy are a lot easier to understand than symbols, though. But make no mistake, as humanity has aged, its slowly but surely detached from these fundamental aspects of the realm that is that we can’t see with our physical eyes. Symbolism was the first to robbed and this occurred after the advent of written language. As someone who’s passionate about writing, it may seem counterintuitive for me to say such a thing, but what a creative writer does is give word to the wordless. So it’s a means of using words to work withing that symbolic, wordless realm

I want to make it clear that that symbolic realm isn’t the same as the astral realm. It’s the coding, it’s the threading, it’s the fabric,…at least for us as human beings

I also have a theory on how we gradually lost touch with symbols, but I’ll save that. The important thing to know is that words aren’t their definitions, they’re what you feel, they’re their energy, they’re what they represent. Fire we know to burn our skin, to scar us if we get too close for too long,…fire we know is wild and untamed, it’s enrapturous and grand, it’s painful and beautiful, it’s passionate and…and at some point we realize what it is isn’t able to be fit into vocabulary, into any words, not even a collection. We can try and creative writers do our best, but to speak of what things really aren’t isn’t an easy task. What fire is is something subjective. To some it’s destructive, to others it’s vital. To me it’s vital and beautiful and incredibly erotic, torturous but in a pleasurable way. What is this? What am I doing here? I’m looking at fire as something symbolic. There are so many layers to it and at the most primal levels, it cannot be uttered because there just aren’t any words for what fire is. That’s what I mean by detaching ourselves from the physical world to understand what things really are. When we detach ourselves, what they are becomes so much clearer but also so subjective it’s uncomfortable, almost aching, it’s scary and intimidating because it is us. It’s you. It’s me. What is the ultimate unknown to your own self? It’s you. That’s why so many of us shun ourselves and reject contemplation

But have no fear because you’ll get the hang of it as you surrender to its wonder. That was a very basic explanation of symbolic perception and trust me, there are so many more layers to it than that and it has infinite depth and breadth. Aspects of a symbol can hardly be considered a single symbol. Every symbol echos into the other and expands itself through every other one in infinite intricate ways. This universe is one with infinite facets and infinite layers. It’s infinite. That may be why it’s so intimidating, but to an adventurer, it’s so exciting and exhilarating. I’m an explorer so I never could deny it once I saw it even if sometimes it hurts, I know it’s for the best

In our daily lives, we may come across words or objects or anything that exists physically that makes us feel something indescribable, something that delivers us a message that there’s something else there. That’s a hint that there’s something vital there to us symbolically, something that exists in our astral realm. So even if you can’t astral travel, you can still recognize the echos and learn how to manipulate and create within that realm without actually being there

Symbolic perception is my perception. It’s just how I understand the world. When I look at anything, I don’t see what it is in a physical sense, but in that symbolic sense that exists without words. It takes time for a clearer image to unravel of what it is to me because it has to be processed through such an infinite plane of understanding. I can’t force it. I’m a slave to it. I can listen, I can feel, and I can give it fuel as it goes along on its journey, but it takes time and it’s supposed to. The result is something immense and grand and something that has an existence in every aspect of my universe and my astral territory

I’ll be honest and admit that this is a bit of a handicap in terms of existing in the physical realm and adjusting to it. That’s taken me a very long time…to learn something that comes so naturally to most, but I think if you perceive this realm first, you may actually be at an advantage as most people may live their entire lives not being entirely aware of it whereas if you’re born there, you’re forced to become aware of both

Anything of any significance to you,…just take it, look at it, think about what it makes you feel, you’ll notice those first pings have no words. Stop there for a while and explore. Get to know its primordial building blocks, the symbolic and abstract. Your conception of what it ‘is’ will be a lot more prolific and full. These aren’t just the fundamental, primordial pieces of what these ‘things’ are, but what you are. This is a means of understanding yourself in the most intimate way possible. While that might not sound too savory to many, understand that once you get get your footing here, what’s in the palm of your hands transcends this physical realm and our assumed limitations here. It’s a gateway to magick, personal and universal magick. Magick that affects you, and magick that affects the physical world and people. So yes, it’s actually pretty badass but there also needs to be grounding and understanding. While the spirit can’t die, we can affect our connection with our spirit in such a way that become seriously disturbed and while it’s curable, will you cure it?

So symbolism is as I said basically the coding of this other realm, this realm we can’t see while awake and with our eyes. Using them to actually affect that realm is another story, but this is a basic necessity to understand if you ever want to do that with any skill. That skill is magick. Many of us use magick without even knowing it, but if you knew what you were doing, it may astound you. As true as the message is that it isn’t all fun and games, learning how to create in a way that etches it into the astral realm, learning how to use the tools we were endowed with to pierce the veil into what is not seen, is the means to a fulfilling life. Understanding symbolism is not only useful, but vital, and worse it’s one of those tools that has been skillfully ripped from our hands. So take it back. The invitation is there and always has been. Yes you may feel as if you’re losing your mind at first, but then you’ll realize you never had it and you’re finally finding it. Surrender, walk in, take the first step. Dare to, dare yourself, be, live, explore, see, find, be, know, be, reclaim, see. Paradox is no longer paradox. Somehow it makes more sense than anything else

The power of words: A world without words — Unpacking our assumptions as to what constitutes a reality


As a first jump into contemplating the power of words, we first must look at the world around us…We see a curtain hanging over a window to keep out the glaring sun, a lamp granting us artificial light in its place, a stack of books we keep in plain sight just to remind us we need to use our aging, failing minds before it’s too late. We see so many disparate objects and we have a name for every single one, and if we don’t, we sit there for a few seconds or perhaps a few minutes or maybe even a whole day contemplating what we’re to do with such a thing that bears no name known to us. We’re bred to so subjugate ourselves to the labels, objects bagged and tagged for the processing in a mechanical, spoonfed life that we feel positively displaced and uprooted if we can’t label what we see in front of us

At first glance, you might ask what’s so horrible about labeling and categorizing our worlds, giving them names and words to identify them. I mean there’s no doubt this process serves its purpose as a survival mechanism. It’s not like we can visit the supermarket and buy the food we need to survive without subjugating ourselves to the realm of strict categorical perception. We’re forced to do with in ordinary, commonplace interactions and errands. But just because they can serve such a purpose doesn’t mean that’s the only purpose they serve

If you observe your deep internal experience, the millisecond you look at anything, any object small or large, any person even, any aspect of our physical reality, you may think what first occurs is you give what you’re seeing a name and a label, a category. But in reality, the experience is something that defies all categories and all labels. All of what you perceive has no words because it exists in the wordless state, a state I started calling ‘prelanguage’ as a teenager because, well, it comes before language mars the truth of what we’re seeing. Language as a survival tool where we’re forced to categorize everything just to keep our head with us in an otherwise incredibly daunting Earth undermines the truth of what we’re experiencing that has no real words, not yet anyway. We can sense them, feel them, experience them in every fibre of bone in our bodies, but we can’t name them or give them even a single word but to say it’s all so transcendental

As a precursor to my foray into the wordless, I remember so vividly as a child looking at an apple one day and wondering whimsically like a typical child, ‘what if this apple really isn’t red’? ‘What if it’s another color altogether or even a color we can’t perceive’? This was an obvious precursor because as I got older, I became incessantly obsessed with understanding  the nature of reality even though a part of me felt it a fruitless cause because the universe may not be for my understanding. Even then, I couldn’t deny my compulsion. As I went down the rabbithole, I began to realize this concept was something much grander…

Going down the timeline from childhood, a question arises: How do babies communicate with each other despite not having yet learned enough language to carry on an identifiable lingual conversation? Is it possible that in combination with emotive expression, the sounds uttered have their own meaning? Is it possible babies are more in touch with this primordial language than the average adult who’s lived their life being given a perfect little box to live within that defines every aspect of reality from a lingual standpoint? I think so

What constitutes reality? What even is reality? As humancentric humans, we tend to assume we can use our common rationality and logic to dissect the universe and understand its wild ways and more, control them and use them for our distorted aims. The further I rose down, the more I realized just how wrong humanity has it now. To suggest we can understand the universe using the logic of our primitive human brains is to suggest the universe itself is also primitive which is quite a mighty assumption. We understand the universe in terms of cause and effect and ‘if ___, then ___’ logic. We understand it in equations and formulas. In reality, these are what compose the fruitless cause. We will never understand a universe that isn’t ours to understand, especially not with our primitive human brains. Because we can’t rationally prove what is and what isn’t, it would seem that anything is possible. And I mean ANYTHING

But does this mean we’re to be lost souls, wandering, shattered, rootless? Of course not! This is a calling to reach our hands out and surrender to something that at first feels so foreign and daunting that once we step foot there, we’ll swear we’ll never return. Yet you hear the voice of you somehow calling you to a curious comfort because it’s here you’ll find the truths. Once the dam breaks all comes flooding toward you threatening to also break the foundations of all you thought was but isn’t, but it’s ok because what’s broken will be resurrected but will have expanded so far that the coming truths no longer feel so daunting

In the realm of the wordless, contradictions are alive and yet they don’t feel like contradictions. Somehow two opposing truths can exist at once and it just makes sense because the false boundaries we create when we categorize the world into strict dimensions as to what they are and all they can be crumble to the finest dust and they’re gone. It’s now you start to understand that what anything in the world is isn’t in a word, it’s in this essence, the energy you perceive without words that feels so infinite because it has no boundaries, no dimensions. I liken this to the painter looking at the world around her she wishes to paint and not seeing a curtain, or a stack of books or sun rays showing shyly through what the curtain fails to eclipse. Everything becomes more fluid. A book isn’t a book. Look at a book and detach yourself from the concept of what a book is which is undeniably filled with hundreds and thousands of assumptions just because it’s labeled a ‘book’. Once you do that, a whole multitude of universes opens up. Things aren’t what you always thought they were

You may start contemplating other languages and the assumptions they have within their categorical interpretation of reality inextricably wrapped around our tendons with language. Language may begin to seem like a box, but it doesn’t have to be. I’m a writer and even though I realize all of this, I still don’t perceive language as a box because instead when I look at words or objects that have names, I don’t see the words and I don’t see the objects with labels, I see the entirety of their unseen world, veins sprawled out and calling me to the heart, the fast beating core where everything exists in a suspended state of wordlessness. Here, our perception of the universe is truly ours and no one else’s

When did Humans start to see the color blue?

About 150 years ago, a British scholar named William Gladstone was studying Homer’s “The Odyssey” and noticed that the poet had some unconventional descriptions of color. For instance, honey was described as green, while iron was called violet. However, no mention of blue existed. Similar investigations into ancient texts of a number of other languages were also missing any mention of the word blue. In fact, the first mention of blue wasn’t found in any language until about 4,500 years ago. Was it possible that they weren’t able to perceive it as we do now?

Psychologist Jules Davidoff traveled to Namibia in order to conduct an experiment with the Himba tribe. Their language has no distinct word for blue, and when asked to choose a blue square among a group of green squares, they had extreme difficulty.

The theory is that the perception of ‘blue’ didn’t even exist until there was a word for it and in fact it was quite possible the sky wasn’t perceived as blue, but a shade of green or perhaps purple

Because color only exists as it is perceived by an individual, it becomes hard to definitively say what our ancestors did or did not see. Were they really colorblind to it entirely? Or did they merely lack the vocabulary to articulate what it was they were seeing? Or did their brain not bother to view blue as distinct from other colors?

I had a thought yesterday, just a wondering as to what would happen if a child was never once told the ‘sky is blue’ or ‘grass is green’ and they were asked to go outside and draw a picture of what they saw around them and color it. Would they necessarily choose a blue crayon for the sky? Is it possible the dimensions we’re told exist, the colors we’re taught things in our external world are can dilute our perception? What is it a child or anyone might see if we strip away everything we’ve been taught is? Is it possible what we’re taught is isn’t even true?

These are some vital questions. Once you start asking them, the universe doesn’t look the same. The boundaries and limitations you once perceived start to melt in the light of new perception. You’re compelled to go to the heart, the truest essence of all that is and what their nature is, the beauty you can only perceive when you’ve detached yourself from all the words, the box that tells you, ‘this is how the world is, nothing more and nothing less’. Because in truth, no one can rationally tell you what is and what isn’t. It’s all in you

Around the time I became obsessed with somehow understanding the nature of all that existed outside my primitive human brain I felt so compelled to search for the secrets of the universe, to understand it, even though a part of me felt it fruitless. I just couldn’t deny my compulsions. I was a little fucked up at the time…Ok, very fucked up. So my traversing into the realm of the hidden, piercing the veil, was mostly about power, power of intellect, power to stomach the grim truths others ran away from. But beyond the megalomania, I did come upon an idea I couldn’t shake: I began to feel that the universe doesn’t have a singular nature, and if it does, we can’t know it, but we all have a ‘key’. All of us, and I do mean all of us, have such a beautifully subjective experience of reality that every single one of us has one of the keys to understanding reality. At the time I admit I had some avarice. I had fantasies of being able to get into peoples’ minds and see what they saw because I KNEW that everyone had such different ways of viewing the world and if they had pieces of the puzzle, I wanted those pieces!

I’m not that way anymore. I just appreciate the beauty of people who dare to delve into the seemingly unknown territories, the voids and the ecstasy, the fires and the healing waters, the ones who dare to let themselves be destroyed so they can rise again something a little more pure, more vibrant more real

Once we detach ourselves from all the labels and assumptions, then we can begin to use words to explore something you will never read about in a linguistics book or a psychology textbook. Enter the realm of symbol and abstract, a world with no bars, a world where you’re only a slave if you choose to be, the realm where words are yours and there are no rules, a world where we reach just a little closer to the roots of our human language

…what exists separate from words that words can aide us in exploring if we let them. There’s an entire universe that exists before we give things form and structure and definition and say what they are because what they are isn’t in a word or even the most eloquent string of them

The Power of Words


I’m gonna be posting a series of blog posts exploring the power of words as I’ve come to see it. This power is real and it’s a power many people exercise without even realizing it, for better or for worse, but my goal is to help people become more aware of something primordial that exists within us all where the world is essentially wordless and uncategorical as well as the power of our intention and how we can use words with power in a more pure, unmarred manner

This subject is so complex and overarching that I find it impossible to write in a single blogpost. I also warn that this concept will be one I’m continuously exploring for life and I’ll more likely than not have to update and add to my posts A LOT!!

Here, I’ll be posting links to specific posts as I go along until I feel I’m done for the time being

And here we go!!

A world without words — Unpacking our assumptions as to what constitutes a reality

Godspeed you