#QuestioningReality

[arscaelestis]

Dystopian Moon: Revelation of a Dream

Upon the farmhouse stoop we stood, beneath the azure gaze, Where Luna's sphere in daylight hung, a celestial maze. With continents and briny deeps, so stark against the blue, A sphere estranged from astral norms, presented in false hue.

"They've aestheticized the moon," he spoke, a statement darkly cast, A tapestry of power's weave, dystopian and vast. A projection in the heavens, where truth once freely roamed, Now an orb of grand deception, in silent sky it domed.

I turned away, a heart awash with anxious, pounding tides, Into the shelter of my abode, where uncertainty abides. "Why dost thou flee?" the shadow asked, a specter in my wake, Yet no solace found in walls that breathe, no refuge there to take.

The world outside, a stage of veils, where puppeteers convene, To drape the stars and script the clouds, to mask what must be seen. And we, but actors in the ruse, with sightless eyes we dance, To tunes composed by hidden hands, in ignorance's trance.

What doctrines sown among the rows of intellect's vast field, Are but the chaff of phantom minds, in gilded falsehoods sealed. The ruling kin, with threads of myth, weave cloaks of night so sheer, To swaddle firm the minds of men, in cradles wrought of fear.

And so we question bedrock truths, foundations turn to mist, As phantoms rule the firmament, by alchemists' own twist. Reality, a whispered dream, that slips through grasping thoughts, While overlords in silence scheme, in cryptic shadows wrought.

The moon, a sentinel of night, now cast in doubting role, Reflects the turmoil of our souls, the chaos of our whole. For what are we, if not but pawns in grand celestial play, Where truth is pawned for pageantry, and night consumes the day?

Our spirits, restless, seek the dawn, where certainty might dwell, Yet find ourselves on checkered grounds, betwixt our heaven and hell. The wool, so thick upon our eyes, obscures the paths we tread, With every step, the ground gives way to more doubt's web instead.

So in the dream, the moon revolved, a symbol of our plight, A globe of artifice so vast, it shunned the natural light. Yet in its counterfeit rotation, a truth begins to cleave, That even in constructed lies, the heart will still believe.

Arouse, arise, O slumbering minds, and cast the veils aside, For in the light of piercing day, no shadows can abide. The dream, though heart to heart may race, a truth within it vies, To question all, to seek, unveil, the truth behind the lies.

---------- Backstory:

I had a dream last night, wherein I found myself on the porch of a quaint house nestled in the heart of the countryside, with verdant fields stretching into the horizon. Beside me stood a figure whose identity remained shrouded in mystery. Together, we gazed upwards, our eyes drawn to the moon that hung in the broad daylight sky. This was no ordinary moon though, it boasted distinct continents and vast oceans, mimicking the Earth's surface, complete with delineated national borders akin to those on a terrestrial globe. Unnaturally, it rotated, offering a panoramic view of its transformed facade.

I remarked to my companion, perplexed, "That's impossible. We only ever see the same side of the moon." His reply was cryptic yet revealing, "They've aestheticized the moon." The implication was clear, what we beheld was nothing more than an elaborate facade, a mere projection in the celestial dome.

A wave of unease washed over me, compelling me to retreat into the sanctuary of my home. The man inquired about my sudden disquiet, but before I could respond, the dream dissolved, and I awoke. My heart raced, the anxiety from the dream lingering like a shadow, refusing to depart even as I returned to the waking world.

[exalotlesthoughts]

"You are the Problem"

A lot of the times people will tell you that your the problem. They assert that it's your fault for being disliked or mistreated by others. This usually happens after you've complained one too many about the horrible things you've experienced as the result of other people. However, the perplexing part is that sometimes, when you delve deep within yourself to examine how you could be the issue, you draw a blank. You struggle to identify where you are wrong and where you are right. When you share this confusion people get mad and frustrated, and think of you a narcissist and conceited.

Frankly, I find myself bewildered and have pondered questions that have plagued many others in similar circumstances. Why is i the world is so cruel to me? Why is my life such a horrible mess, plagued by individuals who treat me poorly? Why am I unable to maintain friendships or have a successful relationship? Why am I so alone.

I believe these are questions that many people ask themselves. I think there are others out there who share the same sentiments as I do. And I may have an answer to these questions. The answer is that the majority of people are flawed; both you and I are flawed, and there's little we can do about it. What people truly desire is not some perfect person who is unfailingly kind yet occasionally mean, or someone who possesses extraordinary looks, wealth, and fitness. What people yearn for is authenticity. They seek someone who acknowledges their own flaws but remains true to themselves, someone who disregards the opinions of others because they are genuine and self-assured. They're real. They are who they are.

Ironically, our efforts to be universally liked and adored yield the opposite outcome. Life, with its inherent paradoxes, defies the confines of logical sense. Yet, this is the nature of existence—absurd. It is only when we wholeheartedly embrace this absurdity that we can genuinely experience happiness. This, my friends, is the essence of absurdism.

[davidwfloydart]

The question is not what you look at, but what you see… #seeingisnotbelieving #seeingtheworld #sightseeing #seeingdouble #questioneverything #questioningreality #perspective #individualitymatters (at Catalina Foothills, Arizona) https://www.instagram.com/p/CUyjZUfltdRG0hX3WpdnQ1ERY5nU9KvFC8UhqY0/?utm_medium=tumblr

[myshiro1993]

“You belong...” a series pt 2

i realized i forgot to give credit to the inspiration for this series. it is a letter written from one artist to another; Sol LeWitt to Eva Hesse. i have no idea who these artists are. i have no context of what they do or anything. a friend saw i was going through a difficult time and she sent me the letter. she forwarded the video of Benedict Cumberbatch reading it as well. i have listened to it every day. it has become my inspiration. i think about it, i’ve started memorizing it just from listening to it so often. i listen to it because it is true. Sol speaks truth and it is harsh but inspiring. he says to JUST DO. and as an over thinker i have never just done. 

it’s funny. i am re-watching private practice. i have anxiety and i have been told that people who have anxiety tend to re-watch the same shows. i know what’s going to happen so it’s safe. it’s comfy and warm. anyway one of the characters is a traditional over thinker. and at the end of the episode she is talking to her ex husband and she is frustrated and she says, why am i the only one who ever THINKS about ANYTHING. and then she pauses and she basically jumps on him. she stopped thinking and she did what she wanted and she got what she wanted. and sure, she is made up, and Shonda Rhimes makes her characters do anything. but still, it made me think, maybe, maybe i could stop thinking for one second and just DO. 

i was talking to two close friends this morning. they both just had babies. and i was listening to them talk. and one goes well god just gives you the grace when you don’t get enough sleep. and the other goes god is so good. he is the reason i had my child this way and why i got laid of work and blah blah blah. and i just don’t understand how god can be good and let bad things happen and choose who he is going to be good to. why does her baby get to be the miracle baby? the other friend wasn’t sure if she would ever be able to have kids and here she has a beautiful child. and all i can think is... okay so what about me. i have always been healthy but i am terrified that for some reason i am going to be the friend that can’t. that doesn’t get married. that can’t have kids. that gets the shit beat out of her continually just because not everyone gets a miracle. 

Christian’s have a lot of audacity. the most i would say. another friend came into my shop and shared how her and her family do not wear masks. she told me how her daughter (5) told someone well jesus can heal you so you don’t need a mask. it makes me angry. ANGRY. to hear that. ya jesus can heal. and we have a teeny tiny little bible that shares a few stories of him healing people in one place in the world thousands of years ago. but you know what. i would guess that more christians die and don’t get a miracle then do. because if everyone got a miracle it wouldn’t be special. the audacity and arrogance you have to have to say something like that. we as humans don’t get to choose who gets a miracle. and when we pray and a miracle doesn’t happen we say well it was god’s plan. BUT WAS IT? did god plan for eve to eat an apple from a tree and to condemn us all to this pitiful life of pain and sadness. and if he did which he must have because he knows everything why go through with it? if you knew that you could make something and it would lead to billions of people being in pain and seeing little glimpses of light and joy would you still make it. or would you change it up. make something different. do it differently. 

i want to throw up. right now i am trying to hold back tears and not puke. HOW. HOW DOES THIS WORK. and if we don’t get answers then why believe anything. why not just live our silly little meaningless lives. if god wants to do something he’ll do it. that’s what miracles are. 

i’ve been seeing a lot of people talk about manifestations. and after growing up in a christian household and working for a missions organization i realized that praying and manifesting are basically the same thing. you are sending a hail marry out into the void hoping that something or someone will hear you and that it will happen. i have prayed since i was 11 for a husband. for an amazing man to walk into my life. and here i am 16 years later with nothing. actually less than nothing. i have been raped twice. i have had boys treat me with blatant disrespect and shown me that i am worth little more than a glance. and yet here i am repeating a manifestation or prayer or whatever you want to call it everyday hoping that some guy will be good enough. 

and before everyone chimes in with the you don’t need a man bullshit. i know. I KNOW. i am a strong independent, hot, amazing, talented, gorgeous, funny, creative woman. i know i don’t NEED a man. but guess what. i want a man. i want someone to grow old with and laugh with. i want someone to give a shit about me and i want to give a shit about someone. i want to argue and scream at each other and realize that we could never leave because of how much we love and want to be together. i want it. i don’t need it. 

[freeriffs-blog]

Rough Vagabond

My mind floats

                    Rough Vagabond

Through the void

                In search of the Unique

Where does one begin even? 

        To accomplishing this task?

How does it happen, that finding of kin of whom you so positively relate?

               The question is asked by 1000s of souls in the search for what is right

To Be; Or Not to be

          Is that the question?

To know and To act

               Is that the answer?

My Mind Floats  

                  Rough Vagabond 

 Through the Void

                                                                                                 Know Thyself.

[vixven]

People that give me butterflies and make me an unordinary amount of gay:

@soupgremlin

@themagicheartmailman

@marvel-and-the-gays

@rationalmilksnake

@questioningrealities-24-7

*awkward finger guns*

[spacelordsol]

RULES: Answer 20 questions (+5), then tag 20 bloggers you want to know better

I was tagged by @wolvenstormsstuff ! thank you!!! :D

1)Name: Sol

2)Nickname: sol

3)Zodiac: aquarius

4)Height: 174 cm

5)Languages: hungarian, english

6)Nationality: hungarian

7)Favourite season: s p r i n g

8)Favourite flowers: succulents and gladiolus

9)Favourite scent: lemon, the ground after rain, and that ‘powdery cotton scent’ my deo has :D

10)Favourite colour: black, purple, blue

11)Favourite animal: any kind of cats really and the arabian sand boa ofc :’D

12)Favourite fictional character: my ocs and Mabel Pines rn, bc she’s way too relatable

13)Coffee, tea or hot chocolate: yes.

14)Average sleep: 3-6 hours if i can sleep at all lol

15)Dog or cat person: YES

16)Number of blankets: 2

17)Dream trip: Iceland :3

18)Blog established: august 2018 but I’ve been here since 2015

19)Followers: I have no heckin clue, ever since I had a massive influx of pornbots my counter is broken

20)Random fact about me: i can move my eyebrows independently :D

21)Gender: no thank you

22)Sexuality: pan ace i think

23)Hogwarts House: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

24)Where are you from: bumfuckvillage, south hungary

25)Why I started this account: i went through some serious shit and wanted to start over

imma tag: @jollybone @questioningrealities-24-7 @cactusnumber73 @muerodelata and @butterfliesandrainclouds

[gay-mood-board]

Pink and green mlm moodboard with flowers and space for @questioningrealities-24-7

[satans-fucking-trashcan]

@questioningrealities-24-7 idfk who the hell u are but i just wanna say your like really cool?? u like all my shit even tho its cursed and man i can except that 

[friendlymodular]

Suspended Disbelief

I’ve been captivated by Netflix’s Maniac recently.

Without spoiling anything, it’s a show about questioning reality. It’s in the guise of a psychiatric medication trial, but each of the characters has a backstory about their own questioning of reality. So, there’s a lot of flashbacks, alternate timelines, and story telling that make it hard to know where reality is.

All shows are self-referential but I really love it when shows do it in Maniac’s manner. They’re almost inside jokes - not humorous, but callbacks to lines uttered in other episodes in different contexts. It creates a mesmerizing through-line.

I’m only 4-5 episodes in but keep finding myself in awe of these callbacks. 

And then it hit me. 

The authors know where this show is going. They’re putting those lines and scenes and contexts in specifically. They are taking the viewer in a direction.

I had been so enthralled and entranced that I had lost sight of this.

Story is powerful. It creates a framework. Sometimes it’s best to get caught in one. Other times it’s best to get out of one. Important to remember that we can suspend disbelief as well as have disbelief suspended for us.

[freyjas-fire]

I’m always looking for a deeper meaning both within and around me, always seeking truths that lay dormant in the human mind that is no longer perceptive to a different reality. A reality not based on material wealth, but something grounded deep in our roots - our ancestors, our spirits. Before the world became encased in a sea of satellites and WiFi the meaning and quality of life, family and love was different. Are any of us truly free? I never wanted to be the blurry stain on the mirror..I wanted to be the reflection of the purest and rawest sense of self. Maybe I just live too much inside my head, always over analyzing. #pensivemood #pensive #contemplation #senseofself #deepermeaning #life #reality #questioningreality #time #thoughts #trustyourstruggle #livefree

[vixven]

hiss hiss, gay, babie. (For ask game)

@questioningrealities-24-7 okay I know this is you