Grasping At Shadows | #Poetry | #Poem | #Prose | #Quote | #Writing | #Darkness

You keep gasping all hollow, lurching for stark bliss
Grasping at shadows, while searching the darkness

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Zy Marquiez | The Lightning Baron
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Suggested Poems:

Path Of Darkness, Path Of Light
Frightening Wonder
Swarming Fears
Whirlwind Of Darkness
Frightening Storms
Ocean Of Frustration
The Morrow Knows
Inking Desolation
A Heart In Despair
Sea Dragon
Words Are Like Swords
Skyquakes Asunder
The Sky Of Wonder Burnt Asunder
Dark Grays
Mist Of Dark Bliss
Frightening Forms
The Sparrow Chased The Morrow
Storm Of Worries
Onward Towards Rapture
Thunderbolts Of Fear
Aborn In Grays
Coping Deep Within
Tornado Of Fears
Wings Are Made To Fly
Daily Horror-Scope
The Allure Of Purest Darkness
The Sky’s Laughter Is Blight
Locked Up
Despair

A Storm Of Imagination On The Moon | #ShortStory | #Writing | #Imagination | #Creativity


BreakawayIndividual.com
Zy Marquiez
April 19, 2019

Arriving on the moon employing a lightning strike that would reverberate for hundreds of miles, I meander along the grey and vapid dust covered terrain to see how my friend is doing.

Noticing her asleep with her face buried in an artbook, I say, “Hey, you alright?”

No reply.  I tap her on the shoulder about to whisper, ‘Are you okay?’ when she jumps perplexed and wide-eyed.

“Hey,” I say.
Groggy, she says, “Hey…sorry…”
“No apologies.”  Nodding to the drawing book that’s on her desk I say, “So what are you working on?”
Flash-fast, she snaps it shut saying, “Nothing.”
“Uh huh,” I reply.  “Just like all those books you have over there,” as I motion to the books, “And that crate of notes you have behind you.”
“That’s none of your business,” she replied immediately.
“Re-lax, it’s all good, I was just curious, meant no harm by it, really.  So you come to the moon to get work done too, huh?”
Rubbing her eyes with the base of her palms while waking herself up, she replies, “Yeah, I like this place.  It’s peaceful.”
“And barren.”
“Don’t remind me.”
“Here,” I state while handing her a cup of scalding coffee.  “Here’s some – “
She snatches it from my hand and drinks the boiling cup of coffee in record time as my mouth just opens slowly, wondering why she didn’t feel anything.
“We’re on the Moon, remember?  Or did you forget?”
“Yeah, yeah, just never saw anyone drink a cup of scalding-hot coffee that quick.”
“Well we’re not on Earth, you know,” she states matter-of-factly.
“Touché.  You know, you missed it,” I said switching the topic.
“Missed what.”
“I came here in my best Zeus impersonation, arriving with a lightning strike and everything.  You should have heard the thunder.”
“You forgot the puff of smoke,” she couldn’t resist saying.
“Nah, that’s too over-the-top.  I like to keep it low key, you know.”
Suppressing a small laugh, she shakes her head saying, “You’re something else.”

My reply was a slow shrug with palms facing upwards.  Thence, noticing some of the decorations in her newly-decorated private cozy alcove, I can’t help but comment.

“You’ve made it home-y here.”
“Can’t put a price on comfort, you know.”
“You’re right about that,” I said.
“I heard explosions over on the other side of the Moon early this morning.”
“Oh…yeah…about that…”
“What?” she replied curiously.
“That’s probably Yoda training younglings in the ways of the force using the mind to defuse explosive devices and all that jazz.”
“Yoda’s on the Moon?” she said perplexed.
Everyone’s on the Moon.  He likes to hang out with Socrates you know – a meeting of The Minds of there ever were one. They live in a cave on the other side by this enormous crater.”
“You know Socrates too?”
“Uh, no, but he knows me very well.  He knows everybody better than they know themselves.   Just wait ‘till you meet him.”
“Sounds fun,” she replied eager.
“It’ll be a thrill, I promise,” was my sarcastic and yet honest reply.
“You don’t sound too, uh, reassuring you know…”
“Oh, no, it’ll be lots of fun.  And lots of everything else too.  You’ll understand when it happens.”

Sinking into her mind and placing her forearms on this cozy rocking chair she had, she rocked slowly for a couple of minutes in deep thought.

Not able to resist the urgh, I ask, “So, about that -”
“Don’t ask.”
“Why can’t I know what you are drawing?”
“Because it’s none of your business,” was her reply with enough emphasis to build a bridge to walk on.
“You mean this?”  I said as I magically had the drawing book in my hand, pulled out of thin air with a flash of the mind.
Looking back at her desk, then at me, then at her desk panicking, she snapped off, “Don’t!”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t you dare open that – “ she started to say when she began being held by her arms by two SWAT team members while duct-tape covered her mouth.

“Time-Out,” I said in my best Zack Morris impersonation wherein everything froze, with her eyes bug-eyed wide.

Snapping both fingers, a classroom of young kids manifests with dozens among the students.
Continuing in my best professor-like fashion, I state, “What we have here class, is a failure of imagination,” I say as my arms gesture a sweep to my friend.

There was a slight earquake felt throughout, making all the kids nervous.

“Worry not, it’s just Yoda on the other side of the crater training younglings,” was my attempt at calming the kids nerves, knowing better.

My friend’s reply to this was slowly narrowing her eyes, fighting my use of imagination with hers, slowly, but very powerfully.

Continuing on, I add, “What’s the #1 Rule Of Imagination?”
“Anything’s possible!” says one of the student’s in an overly enthusiastic and yet annoying manner.
“What’s Rule #2 of Imagination?”
“”Hell is empty and all the devils are here.””
“Wait, what? Why are you quoting Shakespeare?  That’s not Rule #2.” was my reply, as I quickly turned to him in curiosity of his response, shifting from having my eye on my friend for a second as our minds battled for control of the current circumstances.
“Look at her eyes, THEY ARE BRIGHT RED!”

Turning to her and instantly panicking, I put my palms up in resignation, saying “Wait, wait, wait, wai-“ when it happens.

She unleashes a death-ray my way just like Cyclops from X-Men, that I dodge by a hair’s breadth, which scorches the landscape for hundreds of miles, as she sweeps her eyes chasing me as a target while she simultaneously turned both SWAT team members into pillars of flaming dust that whispered away into the environs.

After stopping, seemingly exhausted for a second, I interrupted her quickly saying, “Look!  I was kidding, I wasn’t about to look at your drawing book, it was an act in jest you know.  Think about it, if I wanted to look at it, I would have merely manifested the drawing book out of thin air fully open, no?”
“Oh…yeah….I guess you’re right,” she said in contemplation, while rubbing her temples mentally exhausted from what she just did.
“I know it was hard to tell at the time, but I was going to give it back.”
“Guess I got a little carried away…”
“A little?” I reply with an overly-excited gesture pointing at the horizon that had been pierced by her laser-eyes moments ago.  “You just remodeled the Moon” I said with incredible emphasis.  “It usually requires asteroids to do that, you know?  I’ll admit, that was a sight to see.”
Replying with a small smile, she asks, “Really?”
“Hell yes!  Woman, you just sliced off a chunk of the moon, LIKE IT WAS A SLICE OF CHEESE,” was my reply with a loud laugh.  “With.  Your.  Eyes!” I said pointing at her artistic work again to prove my point.  “How many people do you know that have done that?”
“Nobody,” was her reply with a shy smile.  Continuing on, she states matter-of-factly, “That was cool.  Sort of.”
“Understatement of the millennia.  Though I don’t know if cool is the word that I would use to describe it.  I’da probably said ‘That was hot’,” was my reply in jest.
Laughing, “Okay, yeah.”
Looking at the watch on my wrist, I say “You know, it’s getting late.  I better bolt.”
“Like lightning?” she eagerly replied joking, proud of herself.
Laughing out loud, I reply, “Okay, smooth operator, that was good.  But yeah, it’s that time.”

Summoning another one of Zeus’ signature lightning strikes, this time an order of magnitude more powerful, the thunderbolt pierces the ground in a echoing equally in all directions as I vanished out of sight.

Him and his damn lightning bolts was her first thought as she shook her head.

Pensive for a minute, she stood there taking in the sight of the barren and aridly cold landscape.  Thence she looked left, then looked right, making sure that nobody was watching.  While smiling in sinister fashion, storm clouds begin manifesting within the atmosphere slowly circling ahead brought about by her mind, increasing speed with every second. In apocalyptic-like fashion, she unleashes hundreds of lighting strikes across the landscape, with the most powerful lightning strike being a bright purple one that she unleashed as her thundering departure, literally bolting out of existence.

Dozens of miles away, Yoda says, “One lightning strike, that was not,” as he mentally absorbed what took place while taking one of his signature deep breaths.  “A spectacle, yes, yes it was.”
“A spectacle of what?” replied Socrates intrigued.
“A spectacle of imagination,” was Yoda’s reply, as he smiled in his ever-knowing way.

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Author Notes:

[1] My quoting Shakespeare about ‘Devils’ and so on isn’t a shot at anyone, but finding an intriguing quote to add a little depth to the story.  It’s not meant in any negative way; the quote and the scene are merely my point to convey that while the character might look like a devil, it was obvious she was not.  To the children she seemed like a devil because they saw her fearfully, but to me she was someone with superpowers.  I hope that makes sense.  Moreover, the story is to show off the power in imagination that individuals don’t know they have within themselves.  That’s the main point of the whole story.

[2] I wrote this 3 day ago, right after the other short story on the moon.  I waited because I wanted to share it with the person whom I believe inspired this post, but seeing as the internet is one confusing cluster-@#ck of unknowns, I just decided to share it here and just be thankful of whomever was in fact the person that inspired it since I really have no idea at this point.

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Suggested Reading:

Have You Ever Walked On The Moon?
Never Underestimate The Power Of Imagination, The Power Of Dropping Seeds
The Artist & The Trance Of Inspiration
Stranger On The Moon
Wings Are Made To Fly, Seeds Are Made To Grow
Breakaway Individuals Throughout History: The Individuals, The Trailblazers & You
Why A Sound Mindset Is Crucial: The Light Side Of Mindset Vs. The Dark Side Of Mindset
Mindset Mindset Mindset!
A Sound Mindset Amidst The Obstacles Of Life
Mindwaves & Mindfulness
Modern Misteps Meet Mindfulness
How TV Robs You Of Your Life
How You Deposit A Truckload Of Black Pearls Into An Emotional Bank Account
How Are Your (Emotional) Bank Accounts Doing?
Poker & Life: Pulling The Friend’s Card
Poker & Life: The Comfort Card
Poker & Life: Pulling The Mask Card
Imagination Unleashed
The Inherent Power Of Curiosity
A 7 Cent Investment Into An Emotional Bank Account To Convert A Hater?
What Do You Find Inspiring?
Poker FlashBack: Swimming With Sharks, Swimming With Whales
Imagination Rises Out Of The Jaws Of Defeat
What’s Your Story?
Infusing Energy Into The Individual
You The Individual Are Author Of Your Own Journey, Of Your Own Destiny
Harry Potter Fans Trash Talk?  Say WHAT?!
Consciously Creating The Road Of Change, The World Of Tomorrow
What Are Your Personal Defaults?
A World Of Grays
The Opening Salvo, The First Minute
The Seeds Of Today, The World Of Tomorrow
Assumptions Are Mother Of All F@!$ Ups
Piercing Perspectives #1: Taking Things For Granted | Health & Mindset
Piercing Perspectives #2: You The Individual Are Extraordinary
Piercing Perspectives #3: The Divide & Conquer Left Right Paradigm
Piercing Perspectives #4: Poker As A Mirror For Life
The Individual, The Foundation Of Society
How You Deposit A Truckload Of Black Pearls Into An Emotional Bank Account
How Are Your (Emotional) Bank Accounts Doing?
Emotional Bank Accounts: Investing In Yourself
Emotional Bank Accounts: Withdraw Withdraw Withdraw!
Emotional Bank Accounts: Mutual Funds
Emotional Bank Accounts: Large Scale Withdraws
Emotional Bank Accounts: Deposits & Withdraws
Emotional Bank Accounts: Mutual Investments
Emotional Bank Accounts: Interest Rates
Emotional Bank Accounts: Gems Gems Gems, Babies Everywhere!
Emotional Bank Accounts: I Call Your 7 Cents & Raise You A Dollar
Emotional Bank Accounts: Account Closures
Emotional Bank Accounts: Anonymous Donations
Emotional Bank Accounts: Dividends

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If you find value in this information, feel free to share it.  This article is free and open source.  All individuals have permission to republish this article under a Creative Commons license with attribution to Zy Marquiez and  BreakawayIndividual.com

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About The Author:

Zy Marquiez is an avid book reviewer, inquirer, an open-minded skeptic, yogi, and freelance writer who aims at empowering individuals while also studying and regularly mirroring subjects like Consciousness, Education, Creativity, The Individual, Ancient History & Ancient Civilizations, Forbidden Archaeology, Big Pharma, Alternative Health, Space, Geoengineering, Social Engineering, Propaganda, and much more.

Tornado Of Fears | #Poetry | #Poem | #Prose | #Quote | #Writing | #Darkness


Devastation sent thunderbolts greeting me at midnight
My rumination’s under assault by all that ever hid fright

Zy Marquiez | The Lightning Baron
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Author’s Note:

The thunderbolts are nightmares that spawn n fear-laden assault, a veritable tornado of fears.

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Suggested Poems:

Frightening Wonder
Swarming Fears
Whirlwind Of Darkness
Frightening Storms
Ocean Of Frustration
The Morrow Knows
Inking Desolation
Words Are Like Swords
Skyquakes Asunder
Dark Grays
Mist Of Dark Bliss
Frightening Forms
Storm Of Worries
Onward Towards Rapture
Thunderbolts Of Fear
Coping Deep Within
Daily Horror-Scope
The Allure Of Purest Darkness
The Sky’s Laughter Is Blight
Locked Up
Despair

Infusing Energy Into The Individual


BreakawayIndividual.com
Zy Marquiez
April 19, 2019

It’s that day of the week – Friday – most people love to enjoy, so why not try something new?

At the current moment I am at a new place with a friend of mine who wanted to show me this place.  It’s neat (1) not only is it a breath of fresh air, but it’s (2) different and yet peaceful, but (3) something new, something exciting.

Circumstances that excite us as individuals can infuse boundless waves of energy into our being.  That’s the feeling I am experiencing at the current moment.  My friend loves this place too and they feel the same way.

Irrespective of what circumstance does infuse energy into your core being, making sure that your core self remains topped off is not unlike having an emotional bank account topped off with positive interactions.

There’s really no better way to start the weekend than with an unexpected jolt of energy.

Hope the same is taking place for all of you.

Have a great weekend everyone!  Be safe.

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Suggested Reading:

Have You Ever Walked On The Moon?
Never Underestimate The Power Of Imagination, The Power Of Dropping Seeds
The Artist & The Trance Of Inspiration
Stranger On The Moon
Wings Are Made To Fly, Seeds Are Made To Grow
Breakaway Individuals Throughout History: The Individuals, The Trailblazers & You
Why A Sound Mindset Is Crucial: The Light Side Of Mindset Vs. The Dark Side Of Mindset
Mindset Mindset Mindset!
A Sound Mindset Amidst The Obstacles Of Life
Mindwaves & Mindfulness
Modern Misteps Meet Mindfulness
How TV Robs You Of Your Life
How You Deposit A Truckload Of Black Pearls Into An Emotional Bank Account
How Are Your (Emotional) Bank Accounts Doing?
Emotional Bank Accounts: Mutual Funds
Emotional Bank Accounts: Deposits & Withdraws
Emotional Bank Accounts: Gems Gems Gems, Babies Everywhere!
Emotional Bank Accounts: I Call Your 7 Cents & Raise You A Dollar
Poker & Life: Pulling The Friend’s Card
Poker & Life: Pulling The Mask Card
Imagination Unleashed
The Inherent Power Of Curiosity
A 7 Cent Investment Into An Emotional Bank Account To Convert A Hater?
What Do You Find Inspiring?
Poker FlashBack: Swimming With Sharks, Swimming With Whales
Imagination Rises Out Of The Jaws Of Defeat
What’s Your Story?
You The Individual Are Author Of Your Own Journey, Of Your Own Destiny
Harry Potter Fans Trash Talk?  Say WHAT?!
Consciously Creating The Road Of Change, The World Of Tomorrow
What Are Your Personal Defaults?
A World Of Grays
The Opening Salvo, The First Minute
The Seeds Of Today, The World Of Tomorrow
Assumptions Are Mother Of All F@!$ Ups
Piercing Perspectives #1: Taking Things For Granted | Health & Mindset
Piercing Perspectives #2: You The Individual Are Extraordinary
Piercing Perspectives #3: The Divide & Conquer Left Right Paradigm
Piercing Perspectives #4: Poker As A Mirror For Life
The Individual, The Foundation Of Society

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If you find value in this information, feel free to share it.  This article is free and open source.  All individuals have permission to republish this article under a Creative Commons license with attribution to Zy Marquiez and  BreakawayIndividual.com

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About The Author:

Zy Marquiez is an avid book reviewer, inquirer, an open-minded skeptic, yogi, and freelance writer who aims at empowering individuals while also studying and regularly mirroring subjects like Consciousness, Education, Creativity, The Individual, Ancient History & Ancient Civilizations, Forbidden Archaeology, Big Pharma, Alternative Health, Space, Geoengineering, Social Engineering, Propaganda, and much more.

Onward Towards Rapture | #Poetry | #Poem | #Prose | #Quote | #Writing | #Heaven


Diving into you, I keep striving towards rapture
Arriving into blues – Heaven onward captures

Zy Marquiez | The Lightning Baron
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Author’s Note:

Though I’ve been on a Dark Poetry roll of late, this is only the second (or third?) piece that’s positive that I’ve written in dozens of poems the last week.  I usually stagger them in order, but I thought I’d move it ahead of the line since I thought it was worth sharing to shake things up and not be so somber.

Was just washing the dishes when I thought of the above poem.  It was inspired by the song Diving Into You by 4 Strings which played on my Ipod just minutes ago.  Though I hadn’t heard it in a while, I’ve easily heard it hundreds of times in my life and I always feel myself melt into it.  If you enjoy something upbeat that’s a fuse between dance and techno, then this might be enjoyable.  If not, it still has amazing lyrics nonetheless.  Hope you all enjoy.

 

 

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Suggested Poems:

Frightening Wonder
Swarming Fears
Whirlwind Of Darkness
Frightening Storms
Ocean Of Frustration
The Morrow Knows
Inking Desolation
Words Are Like Swords
Skyquakes Asunder
Mist Of Dark Bliss
Frightening Forms
Storm Of Worries
Thunderbolts Of Fear
Coping Deep Within
Daily Horror-Scope
The Allure Of Purest Darkness
The Sky’s Laughter Is Blight
Locked Up
Despair

Frightening Wonder | #Poetry | #Poem | #Prose | #Quote | #Writing | #Darkness


As the heavens scorch with a brightening asunder
Lightning and thunder bring frightening wonder

Zy Marquiez | The Lightning Baron
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Suggested Poems:

Swarming Fears
Whirlwind Of Darkness
Frightening Storms
Ocean Of Frustration
The Morrow Knows
Inking Desolation
Words Are Like Swords
Skyquakes Asunder
Mist Of Dark Bliss
Frightening Forms
Storm Of Worries
Thunderbolts Of Fear
Coping Deep Within
Daily Horror-Scope
The Allure Of Purest Darkness
The Sky’s Laughter Is Blight
Locked Up
Despair

The Artist & The Trance Of Inspiration | #Art | #Writing | #Poetry | #Poems | #Inspiration | #Creativity | #Imagination

“Don’t worry about failures.  Worry about the chances you miss when you don’t even try.”
– Jack Canfield

“Dreams and dedication are a powerful combination.”
– William Longwood

“There are no limits to what you can accomplish, except the limits you place on your own thinking.”
– Brian Tracy, author of Maximum Achievement

BreakawayIndividual.com
Zy Marquiez
April 18, 2019

How often do each and every you artists get inspired?  By artists I mean artist of all types – painters, dancers, writers, sculptors, musicians, poets, et al.

This thought-form just hit me like a sledgehammer because how often artists get inspired is rarely the topic of conversation.

Inspiration undoubtedly comes in many forms, sometimes positive, sometimes negative.  For instance, my Mom’s health, though now thankfully a bit better, was not to good a week ago or so.  This circumstance made me write more poems in a week that I believe I’ve ever written in a week before by an incredibly wide margin.  During that period of worry, if it wasn’t one negative emotion driving me, it was another; it mattered not, they all led to me writing at rates I’ve never written before.

Conversely, there are countless times individuals get inspired, and the positive instances are the most usual of ways individuals get inspired.  These types of circumstances serve to stoke the embers of imagination many times fueling these embers into blazing infernos where creativity goes off the scale and amazing creation are made.

Whether it is one confluence of circumstances or another, whatever factor does ignite inspiration, it’s an interesting proposition to consider.

Next question: do any of you artists out there ever enter a form of ‘trance’ where you just create ceaselessly?  I’ve often wondered about this.

By trance, what I mean is a state in which creation is literally effortless – you are creating things and so ‘in the zone’ that nothing can essentially stand in the way.  Some may call this circumstance an individual achieving their state of ‘flow’, but irrespective of what one calls it, this type of scenario exists and has been oft-considered.

There was an article not long ago, though I can’t recall where, that spoke of this very subject.  I would like to find it because it was resoundingly intriguing.  Unfortunately, such hasn’t happened.

The point is that, inspiration comes and goes, but how often it hits individuals is one thing that my curiosity beckons.  It would also be interesting to see if there’s a correlation between inspiration and quality of life.  That’s merely me thinking out loud, however.

Whatever you are creating or are going to create, make sure to keep stoking those embers of creativity for inspiration is contagious, especially for fueling your inner being.

It always is and always will be.

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Suggested Reading:

Have You Ever Walked On The Moon?
Never Underestimate The Power Of Imagination, The Power Of Dropping Seeds
Stranger On The Moon
Wings Are Made To Fly, Seeds Are Made To Grow
Breakaway Individuals Throughout History: The Individuals, The Trailblazers & You
Why A Sound Mindset Is Crucial: The Light Side Of Mindset Vs. The Dark Side Of Mindset
Mindset Mindset Mindset!
A Sound Mindset Amidst The Obstacles Of Life
Mindwaves & Mindfulness
Modern Misteps Meet Mindfulness
How TV Robs You Of Your Life
How You Deposit A Truckload Of Black Pearls Into An Emotional Bank Account
How Are Your (Emotional) Bank Accounts Doing?
Emotional Bank Accounts: Mutual Funds
Emotional Bank Accounts: Deposits & Withdraws
Emotional Bank Accounts: Gems Gems Gems, Babies Everywhere!
Emotional Bank Accounts: I Call Your 7 Cents & Raise You A Dollar
Poker & Life: Pulling The Friend’s Card
Poker & Life: Pulling The Mask Card
Imagination Unleashed
The Inherent Power Of Curiosity
A 7 Cent Investment Into An Emotional Bank Account To Convert A Hater?
What Do You Find Inspiring?
Poker FlashBack: Swimming With Sharks, Swimming With Whales
Imagination Rises Out Of The Jaws Of Defeat
What’s Your Story?
You The Individual Are Author Of Your Own Journey, Of Your Own Destiny
Harry Potter Fans Trash Talk?  Say WHAT?!
Consciously Creating The Road Of Change, The World Of Tomorrow
What Are Your Personal Defaults?
A World Of Grays
The Opening Salvo, The First Minute
The Seeds Of Today, The World Of Tomorrow
Assumptions Are Mother Of All F@!$ Ups
Piercing Perspectives #1: Taking Things For Granted | Health & Mindset
Piercing Perspectives #2: You The Individual Are Extraordinary
Piercing Perspectives #3: The Divide & Conquer Left Right Paradigm
Piercing Perspectives #4: Poker As A Mirror For Life
The Individual, The Foundation Of Society

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If you find value in this information, feel free to share it.  This article is free and open source.  All individuals have permission to republish this article under a Creative Commons license with attribution to Zy Marquiez and  BreakawayIndividual.com

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About The Author:

Zy Marquiez is an avid book reviewer, inquirer, an open-minded skeptic, yogi, and freelance writer who aims at empowering individuals while also studying and regularly mirroring subjects like Consciousness, Education, Creativity, The Individual, Ancient History & Ancient Civilizations, Forbidden Archaeology, Big Pharma, Alternative Health, Space, Geoengineering, Social Engineering, Propaganda, and much more.