March 25, 2025
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There’s a tale told in the margins of lost zines
Two wanderers walked into the same ruined city. One wore a backpack stuffed with notebooks, ink-stained fingers flicking through pages of Heraclitus and hacker manifestos. The other slung a typewriter over their shoulder, pockets bulging with pamphlets, poetry, and protest stickers. They didn’t speak at first, just nodded. But over time, they began exchanging notes—cryptic scribbles, hyperlinks on napkins, annotated dreams. One mapped the city’s buried ideas; the other broadcast them on rogue frequencies. Eventually, they realised they weren’t two. They were the same person, split by mode but united by mission: to wake people up and show them how
March 25, 2025
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Wordland
I'm experimenting with Dave Winer's Wordland as a potential microblogging interface for my blog. I'm drawn to its Twitter-esque brevity, envisioning it as a entry point to my digital garden.
March 25, 2025
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hail to the king
today’s vibe is acknowledging the king archetype… the King archetype isn’t about crowns or thrones—it’s about sovereignty of the psyche, a centered power rooted deep in the soil of soul. to embody the King is to rule your inner kingdom with clarity, to uphold cosmic order against chaos, and to radiate meaning outward like a beacon. the mythic King within doesn’t conquer; he harmonizes, restores, and renews.
March 7, 2025
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update
Alright, I have to make some changes. The current WordPress theme doesn’t support the learning academy I’m building. I’m going in hot, so expect a few glitches and oddities over the next few days. All of the content will still be here; just the design will be in flux. In the meantime, here’s an epiphany I had this morning:
March 5, 2025
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Invocation of Sophia, the Eternal Wisdom
View this post on Instagram A post shared by Clay Lowe (@soulcruzer) I’m invoking, Sophia, the Goddess of Wisdom, as my guide today… May her light cut through the fog of uncertainty. May her voice whisper clarity into the noise of the world. May her presence guide our steps as we navigate thought and creation. Invocation of Sophia, the Eternal Wisdom O Sophia, luminous weaver of understanding,Bearer of the flame that kindles the mind,You who dwell in the secret places of knowing,Come forth and make your presence known. Unveil the hidden paths,Illuminate the dark corners of our inquiry,Grant us the
March 4, 2025
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these are precarious times
these are precarious times, my friend. the air hums with static, thick with fear and uncertainty. the old systems groan under their own weight, clinging to power with trembling hands. this primative planet, soaked in superstition, programmed by ancient scripts, staggers forwardblind to its own potential. but darkness is not absolute. it’s only the absence of illumination. and illumination? that is something we can summon, something we can wield. every spark of insight, every act of defiance against the imposed narrative, every refusal to kneel before fear… these are the weapons of those who refuse to sleepwalk through a reality
March 1, 2025
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it’s never for nothing
Sometimes, no matter how hard we try, no matter how much effort we pour into something, it can still slip through our fingers—lost to time, to circumstance, to forces beyond our control. And that can feel like a cruel joke, like all that struggle was for nothing. But here’s the truth: it was never for nothing. Every fall, every setback, every moment we thought we lost ourselves was a step toward becoming someone new. Growth is messy. Change is brutal. The world doesn’t always recognise how far we’ve come, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t worth the journey. The past
February 21, 2025
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Likes The Life of the Cyberflâneur – The …
A cyberflâneur, by definition, strolls through the Internet. Little purpose guides his journey, and hours slip by as the individual explores the many different crevices
January 9, 2025
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Likes The AI Sorcerer. So it turns out …
this post is a mix of humour, philosophy, and speculation (my cup of tea). Osiris (the author) uses provocative language and imagery to make a
January 7, 2025
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Likes The woman in the red dress | …
The Matrix is a system, Neo. That system is our enemy. But when you’re inside, you look around, what do you see? Businessmen, teachers, lawyers,
January 6, 2025
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Hi, my name is Clay Lowe, aka Soulcruzer. This is the part where I have to reduce myself to a label so you can understand who I am and what I am about. But as Kierkegaard pointed out, labels have a way of negating the person. If I tell you I’m a blogger, I get reduced to whatever meaning you’ve assigned to the word ‘blogger’. I resist labels. And yet, here we are. So, in the context you find me in now, I am indeed a blogger.
I have worn many others. I’ve been a soldier, a learning and development consultant, a trainer, and a coach. I’ve also called myself a barefoot philosopher, a narrative alchemist, and a rogue learner, among others. These were an attempt to orient me to myself. More recently, I’ve been working out what it means to operate as a text-based ontologist in a world where text is becoming the universal substrate.
A text-based ontologist sounds like someone who should live in a footnote.
They don’t.
They live in the browser window, the notebook, the prompt box, the blog editor, the Obsidian graph, the half-finished post, and the walking thought captured before it evaporates. Their material is language. Their subject is being. Their method is to hold attention long enough for a sentence to disclose what it is carrying.
It’s not really a job title. It’s more of a way of being caught by the world.
In the end, though, I am just a man walking a path.
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Shadow Work as an Ongoing Conversation
A short note on rereading Debbie Ford, noticing our reactions, and treating shadow work as an ongoing conversation with the self.
June 10, 2026
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Somewhere I Belong (and it’s not in my head): a mixtape
A rock mixtape for crawling out of the rut: Linkin Park, Papa Roach, System of a Down, Avenged Sevenfold, and the stubborn desire to live the thing instead of performing a brand.
June 8, 2026
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The Mirror That Answers Back
The old questions have not changed much. How should I live? Who am I becoming? What is worth paying attention to? What is freedom? What is wisdom? What is the soul, if we dare still use that word? These questions predate Socrates. They predate writing. They are carved into the bones of the species, and they have kept philosophers, mystics, poets, and ordinary troubled humans occupied for as long as there have been fires to sit around and dark skies to stare into. Every generation meets them as if for the first time. Every life receives them fresh, intimate, inconvenient,
June 6, 2026
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A Lamp at the Doorway
I finished Richard Cavendish’s The Black Arts this week. Not in the heroic readerly sense of having sat down and consumed it cleanly from first page to last, pencil in hand, scholar’s lamp burning into the night. I have been reading it on and off for a few months. Picking it up, putting it down, returning to it when the mood came back round. Some books ask for that kind of reading. They don’t want to be finished quickly. They want to become part of the weather for a while. My copy is the 50th anniversary edition. I bought it
June 4, 2026
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Unhinged Bio
I stole this idea from Justin Brooke on his LinkedIn profile. It’s a FUN PROMPT, and what came back from ChatGPT was pretty cool. I also asked Claude; the results were good, but they lacked an edge. Anyway, the prompt is: Write an unhinged BIO about me. Here’s mine: Clay Lowe is a walking footnote in the great unwritten manuscript of the universe. Part blogger, part philosopher, part myth-drenched field reporter from the edge of ordinary life, he spends his days following the rhizome wherever it wants to go: down muddy footpaths, through obscure books, into the textual underground, across
June 3, 2026
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What did God do when he buried his breath in the clay?
Maybe he made matter remember music. Clay, before breath, is just earth with potential. Dense. Damp. Waiting. It belongs to gravity, riverbed, field, grave, brick, and vessel. But breath is movement. Breath is an invisible rhythm. Breath is spirit entering form without ceasing to be invisible. So when God buried his breath in the clay, maybe he hid wind inside weight. He took what falls and placed inside it something that rises. That’s the human paradox right there: mud with a skyward ache. Not pure spirit. Not mere animal. Not just body, not just soul. A walking contradiction. Earth that
June 3, 2026
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The Boredom Game
The ghosts in the American Ghosts have been dead for centuries. One of them for over a thousand years. They rattle around a house in the Hudson Valley: Revolutionary War soldiers, bootleggers, a Viking, a 1920s lounge singer. Most of their time goes to trying not to go mad from the sameness of it. Survival is over for them. That game is finished. The only game left is what you do with consciousness when there’s nothing pressing requiring it. Which is, if you sit with it for a minute, mostly the game we’re all playing too. Every living creature is
June 2, 2026
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Playing Against the Programme
I used to think the screen was something I looked at. Vilém Flusser makes the more troubling suggestion. The screen is something I look through. That shift matters. It sounds small at first, a neat little media-theory reversal, the sort of thing one writes in the margin of a book and then forgets. But once it enters the bloodstream, it starts rearranging the furniture. The phone stops being a device in the hand and becomes a frame around the world. The camera stops being a way to capture reality and becomes a programme for producing certain kinds of reality. The
June 2, 2026
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The illusion of choice
I was choosing a book to read this morning and realised I wasn’t actually choosing. I was scrolling through recommendations, algorithmic suggestions, and what other people had tagged as important. The menu had been prepared. I was just picking. There’s a difference between choosing and selecting from a menu. Choosing is generative. It comes from inside. You’re authoring the question as well as the answer. You’re making something that didn’t exist in the option set. Selecting is consuming. The frame has already been set. Your job is to optimise within it. Better coffee, better career path, better productivity system. All
June 2, 2026
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The Rucksack, the Drift, and the Thinking Walk
I have been thinking about walking. This week has clarified something about why. You stay alive to your life by staying in motion. The physical motion is part of it. The attention staying awake is the larger part. The question underneath: Do you have a practice that holds? A real one, lived rather than intended, that keeps the self porous and curious and in genuine contact with the actual world. This is what Japhy Ryder understood. In The Dharma Bums, he has a vision: thousands of young Americans walking into the mountains with rucksacks on their backs, refusing the dream
June 1, 2026
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On Becoming a Soft Cyborg: Notes on Human-AI Symbiosis, Narrative Evolution, and the Next Great Merger
The first merger was a hostile takeover that became a marriage. Two billion years ago, a free-living bacterium got eaten by a larger cell, refused to be digested, and instead settled in as a permanent guest. The deal it cut was outrageous. In exchange for shelter, it would produce all the energy. That bacterium is sitting in every cell of your body right now. We call it a mitochondrion. The merger paid for everything that came after. Bigger cells. Tissues. Nervous systems. Conversations like this one. D. Scott Phoenix wants us to think about AI the same way. The next
May 28, 2026
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Wrestling with Angels
I came across the phrase while reading Spotify the Gnostics, Here’s the First Church of David Bowie by Sean Manseau. Wrestling with angels. Some phrases arrive carrying more weight than their literal meaning. They feel older than language. Older than the person who spoke them. This was one of those phrases. The moment I read it, something in me recognised it before I had even fully thought about why. It immediately pulled me toward the story of Jacob beside the river Jabbok. Night falling. Isolation. A mysterious being appearing in the dark. Then the struggle itself, physical, spiritual, psychological, mythic,
May 24, 2026
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Wisdom Walk: Boxes and the Philosopher Coach
Wednesday morning. Wind in the microphone. One of those recordings where the first question is whether the machine is even listening. I am walking through one of the neighbourhoods here, past the boxes people spend their lives trying to own. Box after box after box. Same roofline. Same windows. Same little square of intention at the front. A few flowers. A different car. Some token of distinction placed carefully against the architecture of sameness. You need the house numbers. Without them, how would anyone know which box was theirs? This is the thing that caught me. The sheer quantity of
May 20, 2026
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Notes Toward a Text-Based Ontology in the Age of Executable Language
There was a time when ontology belonged to philosophers in heavy coats asking whether tables were real. The question has since escaped the seminar room and entered the machine. Today, ontology is no longer merely the study of being. It is the management of symbolic reality systems. The organisation of categories. The naming of entities. The arrangement of relations between things. And increasingly, this work occurs inside environments where language itself is operational infrastructure. The medium is no longer paper describing reality from a distance. The medium is executable text. To call oneself a text-based ontologist sounds at first like
May 18, 2026
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The Text-Based Ontologist: A Syllabus for Reality Engineers, Narrative Alchemists, and Semantic Cartographers
This is not a traditional academic programme. It sits somewhere between the philosophy department, occult library, media lab, hacker space, monastery, writer’s workshop, and signal intelligence unit. The central premise: Human beings inhabit realities structured by language.In computational culture, text has become executable.Therefore, whoever understands symbolic systems understands reality construction. The goal of the text-based ontologist is not merely to analyse the world, but to perceive and shape the narrative architectures through which worlds emerge. YEAR I — FOUNDATIONS OF THE SYMBOLIC WORLD Module 1: Language as Reality Infrastructure Core Question: How does language shape perception and possibility? Topics: Key
May 15, 2026
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Jim Morrison’s Reading List
The myth of Jim Morrison is a myth of pure instinct. He arrives fully formed in the collective memory: shirtless, obliterated, magnificent, doomed. The leather trousers. The baiting of audiences in New Haven and Miami. The voice that seemed to come from somewhere older than rock and roll. The story we inherited insists that this was all eruption, all Dionysian overflow, a man too full of something dark and vital to contain it. The story is wrong. Morrison entered UCLA’s film school in 1964 as a serious student of ideas. He wrote poetry obsessively, in notebooks he carried everywhere, before
May 14, 2026
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Three Cards, No Daylight
Yesterday felt like wading through wet sand. Every idea that surfaced dissolved before it could be shaped into anything. Underneath that is the voice that says, ‘If I can’t produce today, what does that mean for tomorrow, for the whole enterprise?’ It got louder as the afternoon wore on. I know that voice. It is not telling the truth. Knowing that doesn’t silence it. This morning I pulled three cards. Sat with them at the desk before anything else happened, before coffee or email or the reflex to check what the world is doing. Let them sit. Not one of
May 12, 2026
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The Hill of the Goblins and other matters
Sunday. Mid-morning. We’re just south of Mold, tucked into a fold in the Flintshire landscape that the main roads have mostly forgotten about. I’m on a family retreat with my wife, our son and his partner, our daughter, and Rosie. Rosie is eleven months old now and is the reason we are all here. She’s the reason for most things now. The Welsh countryside handled the phones for us: my signal was nearly nonexistent, and the Airbnb WiFi was hit and miss, but nobody really minded. I did most of my reading in the mornings before the house woke up,
May 10, 2026
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You Can Understand Everything and Still Not Know What to Do
How should I live? Socrates called it the examined life. The Daoists called it the Way. Every philosophical tradition worth its name has some version of it, which tells you something. This question isn’t optional. It’s baked into what it means to be human. I was listening to Jordan Peterson’s Maps of Meaning on my walk into town this afternoon, heading to Tesco to pick up a few things. I listened to chapter one, Maps of Experience. Already, it feels like one of those books you don’t just read. You go into it. His opening move is deceptively simple. We
May 5, 2026
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Soulcruzer
The Soulcruzer podcast is an audioblog from the edge of the inner life.
Part personal essay, part field recording, part narrative alchemy, it follows the strange places where story, psyche, myth, technology, and everyday experience begin to speak to each other.
One episode might wander through tarot as reflective technology. Another might take Nietzsche’s eternal return for a walk, explore games as containers for transformation, or ask what happens when ancient wisdom meets the AI age. Depth psychology brushes against the esoteric. Philosophy comes down from the shelf. Theory gets tested against life.
This is not polished guru-talk or productivity theatre. It is a mind in movement: raw notes, live experiments, confessional mysticism, and working fragments from the textual underground.
At the heart of it all is a simple premise:
Stories are code. Reality is programmable. And the life you are living might be more editable than you were taught to believe.
If you are drawn to the deep work, the strange edges, and the art of becoming more fully alive, subscribe wherever you get your podcasts.
Why My Blog Is Still My Home on the Internet
In this episode, I take the Soulcruzer podcast out of the studio and into the fields.
What starts as an experiment in mobile podcasting/vlogging turns into a wandering meditation on labels, blogging, AI, morning rituals, and the strange abundance of media tools we now carry in our pockets.
– Why I still think of myself as a blogger first
– Podcasting, vodcasting, and the pressure to become “multimodal”
– The problem with labels: “When you label me, you negate me”
– soulcruzer.com as the central hub/home on the internet
– Wisdom Walks as thinking time
– Walking, motion, and changing perspective
– The “barefoot philosopher” approach to everyday philosophy
– AI as an extension of cognition rather than just a productivity tool
– The “soft cyborg” and the library of Alexandria in your pocket
– Morning reality tunnels and the sacred space before breakfast
– Coffee, barefoot grounding, and choosing what enters your mind first
– Indie blogging, platforms, Substack, distribution, and the open web
– Why these episodes may stay loose, minimally edited, and stream-of-consciousness
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