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.
working notes from the textual underground
A short note on rereading Debbie Ford, noticing our reactions, and treating shadow work as an ongoing conversation with the self.
This morning I kept thinking about how much of my inner life is written in symbols. A hawk circles above the fields near my house, and every time I see it something deep stirs… a reminder of vigilance, focus, higher vision. I could say it’s just a bird, but that would miss the truth of how the psyche works. Images like that are old programs written in a language older than words. They wake something that knows more than I do. Tarot does the same thing. You pull a card and feel it moving in you before you even interpret
Knowing yourself isn’t about coming up with a neat definition you can put on a business card. It’s more like watching the weather of your own being. The soul shows up in the little things, like what you’re drawn to, what you shy away from, or the memories that stick on you like burrs and the ones that slip away without a trace. If you pay attention, you can catch the soul in the act. It’s there in the way you suddenly decide, without much thought, to take a different path home. It’s in how you savour the first sip
When the mask slips, let it. We spend much of our lives arranging faces for the world. A mask for work, another for friends, and still another for family gatherings. These are not always deceptions. Masks can be protective, ceremonial, even sacred. They help us navigate the stage of daily life without having to walk bare-skinned into every storm. But masks are fragile things. They crack when laughter bursts too loud, when grief presses through the seams, when love or anger rushes up unplanned. The slip can feel like a mistake. Like you’re being caught unprepared. This isn’t failure. It’s
We treat meaning like it’s some luxury add-on to life, like it’s something you get to once you’ve checked all the boxes. But that’s backwards. Meaning isn’t the cherry on top. It’s in the foundation, right up there with food and water and air. You can suffocate without oxygen and starve without food. But without meaning? You drift. You’re technically alive, but there’s this hollowness. Yeah, you’re breathing, but nothing’s actually anchoring you to the ground. People will push through absolute hell if they think it means something. But give someone a comfortable life with no purpose? That comfort curdles
The Latin and Greek reads: ‘Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere,et cum illi pueri dicerent: Σίβυλλα τί θέλεις; respondebat illa: ἀποθανεῖν θέλω.’ Translation: “For I myself saw the Sibyl of Cumae with my own eyes hanging in a jar,and when the boys asked her: ‘Sibyl, what do you want?’she replied: ‘I want to die.’” This line is the epigraph of T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land. Who is the Sibyl of Cumae? The Sibyl was an ancient prophetess, most famously associated with Apollo. The Cumaean Sibyl appears in Virgil’s Aeneid, where she guides Aeneas through
the new image generator baked into ChatGPT is significantly better after the latest update. i asked it to turn me into a spider. note the detail in the background.
Drop a post.Even if it’s unfinished. Especially if it’s unfinished.Plant a link.Even if it leads nowhere—for now.Send a flare.Even if no one responds right away. Because someone will.Maybe not today. Maybe not soon. But someday, a fellow rogue will stumble across your breadcrumb, click the link, and feel the jolt of recognition: “Ah. One of mine.”
This essay reminded me of the famous quote often attributed to Churchill: “Those that fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it.” But
This resonates with something I catch myself doing as a blogger. Whenever I notice myself slipping out of blogging to express and into blogging to
I love Maria Popova’s journey from contempt to curiosity around divination. Once you stop clinging to logical analytic mind, you’ll find that the cards become
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.
I just read Michael Rock’s essay “If You Don’t See the Fnord it Can’t Eat You” and it clarified something I’ve been circling around for months. Rock traces the paranoid history of subliminal messaging from Robert Anton Wilson’s Discordian chaos to Madison Avenue’s mind control fantasies. The fnord1 is typography that triggers dread without semantic content. You don’t read it consciously, but it programs anxiety directly into your nervous system. Here’s what matters: the conspiracy theorists are right about the mechanism even when they’re wrong about the specifics. Stories do operate below conscious awareness. They do shape emotional states and
Reading Soundtrack: The Prodigy — Firestarter Smoke in the Silicon Close your eyes and feel the laptop on your thighs. It isn’t just warm: it is radiating. That heat is the friction of a billion data points rubbing together in a space too small to hold them. Outside, the world might be cold, but inside the black mirror, the temperature is rising. You can smell it if you look closely enough at the pixels: the sharp, ozone tang of a circuit board pushed to the brink, the scorched-sugar scent of a thousand “hot takes” melting into a single, screaming hiss.
The Uncomfortable Core of Self-Transformation The Seductive Misreading Someone commented on one of my posts the other day, drawing a parallel between the Left Hand Path and Nietzsche’s philosophy. They talked about the Übermensch, about self-deification, about becoming superior. They weren’t wrong about the surface similarities. Both traditions do emphasize the individual over the collective. Both do challenge inherited moral frameworks. Both do talk about becoming rather than being. But the comment revealed something I see constantly in spiritual and philosophical circles: people read these systems as offering power, specialness, transcendence over ordinary existence. They see an escape hatch from
You want to change your life. You’ve read the books, watched the videos, and learnt the techniques. You know about assumption, revision, living in the end, and the I AM formula. You’ve tried them all. And they work. Sometimes. Briefly. Then you slide back to the same patterns, the same reactions, and the same life you were trying to escape. NOTE: If you want to chat with the host, click here and listen to the podcast inside the Notebook. Here’s what nobody told you: there’s a practice that comes before all the techniques. A practice so simple it sounds useless.
This is part II of The Spreader, a psychological horror/speculative fiction story I started at the tail end of last year. If you haven’t read part one, here’s the link. I decided to use an interactive format for Part II. Spreader Part 2 – Interactive E-Book Spreader Part 2 An Infection of the Mind Narrative Alchemist ← Previous 1 / 0 Next → Use arrow keys to navigate • Left/Right or scroll to turn pages
Jordan Peterson on self-authorship: “Constructing the narrative of your life is a way to determine what to strive for and what to avoid…” There exists a peculiar condition in human consciousness where we experience ourselves as both the one living and the one observing what is lived. We are simultaneously inside the story and somehow outside of it, watching ourselves move through scenes we did not consciously script. This dual nature creates a tension that most people never examine. They simply live as characters, fully identified with the role, never questioning who wrote the lines they speak or designed the
Think about this: your reality isn’t happening TO you. It’s happening THROUGH you. Your state of awareness operates like a projector beam. The world you experience is whatever appears on the screen of perception. Most people assume the screen is the problem. They argue with the images, rearrange the furniture inside the scene, or try to force a better storyline. Very few notice the beam itself. But the beam is doing most of the work. When your awareness is contracted, tense, and defensive, the world doesn’t feel neutral. It feels hostile. An unread email becomes a threat. A delayed reply
Let me tell you something about anxiety that nobody seems to mention: it’s a terrible storyteller. I’ve watched anxiety operate in hundreds of minds, including my own. And here’s what I’ve learned: anxiety is fundamentally sterile. It produces nothing new. It’s a photocopier stuck on the darkest setting, churning out increasingly distorted copies of the same fearful image. But it doesn’t feel that way, does it? When you’re in the grip of anxiety, your mind feels incredibly active. Thoughts racing, scenarios spinning, mental energy burning at full throttle. Surely all that activity must be accomplishing something, right? Wrong. And understanding
A response to Joan Westenberg’s “The Case for Blogging in the Ruins“ Joan Westenberg opens her case for blogging by invoking Diderot’s Encyclopédie, that 28-volume monument to organized thinking that took two decades to complete, survived two government bans, and drove its creator to periodic breakdowns. Her point was that the infrastructure for thinking has always been hard, dangerous, thankless work. She’s right. But I want to push the argument further. Blogs aren’t just infrastructure for thinking. They’re infrastructure for becoming. They function as soul technology: consciousness-shaping code that runs quietly in the background of who we are and who
“Two fishes swim in your sea… but look closer: they cast only one shadow.” Welcome to a journey into the liminal space where philosophy turns poetic and science begins to sound like prayer. In this video, we explore the ancient mysteries of The Book of Lambspring, reimagined for the modern seeker through the lens of Narrative Alchemy. Alchemy was never just about lead and gold—it was a coded map of the human psyche. The “Two Fishes” represent the fundamental duality within us all: the tension between Spirit and Soul, thought and feeling, the reaching and the resting. In this audiobook
I’ve been reading Hans Vaihinger’s A Philosophy of As If: A System of the Theoretical, the Practical and Religious Fictions of Mankind. I came across this book through James Hillman‘s Healing Fiction, and it’s been illuminating his concept of “useful fictions.” The Nature of Useful Fictions Here’s the core idea: we see the world subjectively. We look at facts, but we create stories between those facts. When facts are absent, the mind fills in whatever it needs to make sense of things so we can get on with life. Hillman calls these “useful fictions.” They can be completely made up,
In this episode, I explore why we feel restless and incomplete even after achieving our goals or finding spiritual practices that seem to work. I argue that our perpetual longing isn’t a sign of failure or proof we’re on the wrong path but rather the fundamental nature of consciousness itself, constantly reaching and questioning. The real insight is recognising that seeking is the finding, that the journey itself is home, and learning to treat our restlessness as fuel rather than a problem to solve. There is a significant element of dysfunction in human consciousness. If you doubt that, read a
I’m not a big fan of New Year’s resolutions. They tend to smuggle in a quiet kind of pressure, turning the turning of the year into a performance review of your life. Suddenly you are measuring yourself against abstract ideals, borrowed goals, and the fantasy of a more disciplined future version of you. None of that has much to do with the real, breathing conditions of your days. Real change does not happen because you bully yourself with targets. It happens when you start paying attention to what is actually alive, strained, hopeful, or unfinished inside you right now. Instead,
Saturday afternoon, passing the polo grounds Out on today’s walk, I came across a field full of ravens (or rooks, I can never quite tell without a close-up). Hundreds of them, clustered around my favorite tree. These birds have always felt significant to me, in fact, at one point, they were my spirit animal. I love encountering them out in the wild at some random moment that insignificantly significant. I was out unpacking my reflections from my morning quiet time. A simple question: what to do with a Saturday? Odd that such a simple question spiraled into a philosophical reflection
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Daydream Believer There’s a question Mitch Horowitz asks throughout Daydream Believer: Unlocking the Ultimate Power of Your Mind that lodged itself in my brain like a white hot poker: “What do you want?” Not as a therapeutic prompt. Not as spiritual navel-gazing. But as a foundational question, one that determines whether you’re truly living or merely existing. This is the question that sets the direction of your life, the point from which every deliberate act of creation begins. It is the launching pad for any practical metaphysical work you attempt, because without knowing what you actually want, no technique, belief,
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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
