Oh well, folks. We are back with the “nothing happened today.” Yes. No blood. No noise. No mistakes. I know, I know. Boring, right?

I woke up. I existed. I didn’t ruin anything, and that’s what people call a “good day”, don’t they? I watched people do their usual routines: talking, laughing, pretending their little schedules mean something. Meetings, messages,” Plans.” It’s cute.

You can almost. Almost believe it matters if you don’t think too hard. Someone asked me how my day was, and I said, “Good.” That seemed to make them happy. Amazing how low the standards are. No one really wants an answer anyway; they just want noise that sounds right. So here:

bla bla bla bla bla text text text tex text text text click click click bla bla bla bla bla There that should keep you entertained, Are you having fun watching this? watching me rot on this page like it’s something meaningful?

There was a moment today where everything went quiet again, didn’t talk. didn’t move. just still Of course, that doesn’t count as “productive.” You can’t measure it, post it, or brag about it. So I guess it didn’t happen.

Successful day, did everything I was supposed to. Try not to be too proud of me

Sincerery, Ahmed

La música que estáis oyendo en las sesiones de juego está buscada para tener licencias abiertas que permitan su uso. Esto hace que muchas de ellas sea la primera vez que las escuchéis. Por si alguna os ha llamado la atención, las iremos subiendo a esta entrada del blog para que podáis escucharlas.

Intro del anfitrión:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2iEWbHJDlo4

Intro de la mesa de juego:

https://opengameart.org/content/somethings-change

Ambiente general:

https://archive.org/details/BeethovenPianoSonataNo.14moonlightrubinstein/04Beethoven_PianoSonata14InCSharpMinorOp.27_2_moonlight_-1.AdagioSostenuto.mp3

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SuN03iyFq9o

Acción:

https://opengameart.org/content/running-from-something

https://opengameart.org/content/battle-theme-a

Misterio:

https://opengameart.org/content/dream-ambience

https://opengameart.org/content/ruined-city-theme

Anne de Breuil:

https://archive.org/details/BSOG0076/04-Fairytale_192kb.mp3

Fabian Duberry:

https://archive.org/details/jamendo-148057/01-1234989-Fortadelis-Heatblur+Funk.mp3

Adi el ucraniano:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f0AsarRxbKA

Maggie Rush:

https://tenpointrule.bandcamp.com/track/say-my-name

For a while now, we have been editing many of our posts on glamglare using ChatGPT. It is truly a dance. The purpose of a “Song Pick of the Day” post is to entice readers to listen to a new song. The writer’s personality matters only insofar as it reflects their taste in music. The writing itself is not poetry. It has a clear purpose, and using ChatGPT as an editor serves that purpose. It does not mean we churn out more content. It is still one song per day. It also does not mean it is less work. If anything, it is more effort because posts that used to slip through on busy days are now validated by ChatGPT and often require more rework. Elke and I have different workflows, and we are trying different approaches. On my end, I always write the post first, then give it to ChatGPT with the press copy and the lyrics (if I have them). My instructions tell it to be critical and point out what doesn’t work, and it does. It always creates a revised copy. Sometimes it is perfect: exactly what I wanted to say, with a slight correction. But more often, the revised copy contains too many elements inferred from the press release. This is, of course, the dark side lurking. Synthesizing a post directly from the press release and other information is a slippery slope toward AI slop. Even though it is sometimes tempting to let it slip, I make a conscious effort to push back and emphasize my own angle. With ChatGPT in the loop, I can be more audacious in my writing. Unlike a human editor I may need to impress, AI is infinitely patient and does not judge. It is difficult to describe music and interpret lyrics, so feedback helps a lot here.

I listen now to Summoning, they have what I believe to be the best song track title I have ever seen: ”The Rotting Horse on the Deadly Ground”

Take a ride on, ride on,  on your rotting horse  on that deadly ground  Take a ride, ride on,  on your rotting horse  with a pounding sound.

Ok

It’s not hope inspiring I think, but still very good. There’s a lesson in that: to hold on to hope, may set one up for disappointment or even a deluded state of mind.

But still riding on because what else is there to do?

There is a kind of loneliness that shows up after prayer when nothing inside you seems to move. You close your eyes, you ask God to help you, you try to hand the whole mess over, and then you open your eyes again and find the same pressure sitting in your chest. The room has not changed. Your mind is still running ahead of you. The fear is still there, and now there is a second weight on top of the first one because part of you starts asking a question you do not want to ask. You wonder why talking to God did not make you feel better right away. That moment can be harder than people admit because it does not just make you feel anxious. It can make you feel ashamed of being anxious.

A lot of people live inside that private confusion for years. They know how to say the right things in public. They know how to nod along when someone says to pray about it. They may even be the person telling other people to trust God. Then night comes, or some hard news lands, or a memory rises up from somewhere deep, and suddenly they are alone with a storm they cannot shut off. They pray sincerely, not casually, not halfheartedly, but with a real desire for relief, and when relief does not come fast, they quietly start turning against themselves. They begin to think the problem must be their faith, their character, or their sincerity. They do not always say those thoughts out loud, but they feel them. That hidden self-accusation often hurts more than the anxiety itself.

The hardest part is that prayer means so much to people that they can start treating it like a test without meaning to. They do not say that directly, but that is what it becomes. If I pray and calm down, then I must be close to God. If I pray and still feel unsettled, then maybe something is wrong with me. The whole thing gets measured by immediate emotional change, and that can turn a relationship into a scoreboard before you realize what happened. A person can start listening to their body more than they listen to the truth. Their pulse becomes the verdict. Their breathing becomes the report card. Their ability to relax becomes the thing that tells them whether God came through. That is a brutal way to live, and it is not the same thing as faith.

The truth is much more human than that. Sometimes you still feel anxious when you pray because your prayer is real but your body is tired. Sometimes you still feel anxious when you pray because the thing you are carrying matters deeply to you and your mind does not know how to let go in one moment. Sometimes you still feel anxious when you pray because you have spent so long bracing for impact that your whole inner life has learned how to stay on alert even when your spirit is reaching toward God. None of that means prayer failed. None of that means God turned away from you. None of that means your faith is fake. It means you are not a machine. It means your soul, your mind, your body, and your history are all meeting in the same moment, and sometimes they do not settle at the same speed.

I think many people secretly expected prayer to feel like a switch. They expected one honest cry to heaven to shut the whole system down. Sometimes that does happen, and when it does it feels like mercy poured straight into the center of your nerves. There are moments when peace comes quickly and deeply, and you know without question that God met you in a way that changed the whole atmosphere of your heart. Still, that is not the only way He works, and it may not even be the way He works most often. A switch turns things off all at once. A hand holds you while you walk through what is still on. That second picture is quieter, but it may be closer to what many faithful people actually live. They are not suddenly emptied of fear. They are accompanied through it.

That difference matters because anxiety has a cruel way of rewriting the meaning of your experience. It tells you that if the feeling remains, God must not be near. It whispers that real peace would look cleaner than this. It suggests that if heaven had heard you, your thoughts would already be quiet and your breathing would already be steady. Anxiety is good at acting like an interpreter. It tells you what your own pain means, and it always interprets it against you. It takes a hard moment and turns it into a verdict about your worth, your maturity, and your connection to God. When a person is worn down enough, they start believing that voice because it sounds urgent and familiar. Yet urgency is not the same as truth, and familiarity is not the same as wisdom.

Some of the most honest moments a person will ever have with God come when there is no polished version left to offer. There are prayers that sound beautiful and complete. There are also prayers that come out in fragments because the person saying them is barely holding together. One is not automatically more spiritual than the other. In fact, the prayer that comes out of a tired, overwhelmed, embarrassed heart may be the one that is closest to the truth in that moment. “Lord, I do not know how to do this.” “God, I am still scared.” “I know You are here, but I do not feel calm.” “Please help me because I do not know how to carry this by myself.” Those are not lesser prayers. Those are often the prayers that break through the layer of performance and finally tell the truth.

That is another reason anxiety can stay present even after prayer. A lot of people are not really bringing their true condition into the presence of God. They are bringing what they think they should sound like. They are trying to pray from strength when what they actually have is exhaustion. They are trying to pray from clarity when what they actually have is confusion. They are trying to sound trusting while their insides are shaking. That kind of split can make prayer feel strangely distant because the words are moving but the heart is still hiding. God is not fooled by polished language, and He is not put off by trembling honesty. The person who says, “I am struggling badly right now,” is often much closer to genuine surrender than the person who keeps trying to sound okay while quietly falling apart.

There is also the simple fact that anxiety is not always just a thought. Sometimes it lives in the body before it speaks in the mind. Sometimes you are not merely dealing with imagination or fear. You are dealing with tension that has been building for months, with fatigue that has not been repaired, with grief that has not fully surfaced, with disappointments you kept stepping over because life would not stop long enough for you to feel them. Then one day you kneel, or sit in your car, or lie in bed, and you pray for peace while all of that is still active beneath the surface. Prayer is real, but so is accumulated strain. God hears you in that moment, but hearing you does not always mean He is going to turn your nervous system into a quiet lake in the next thirty seconds. Sometimes He begins by meeting you with patience instead of instant relief.

Patience is not what anxious people usually want. They want air. They want the pressure to lift. They want the thoughts to stop circling. They want to know that the future is not going to break apart in front of them. They want sleep to come without a fight. They want to stop scanning every detail for the next problem. They want to stop feeling like their own mind is too loud to live in. There is nothing strange about wanting that. Anyone who has walked through enough inner noise knows how exhausting it is to stay in the same body when your thoughts will not let you rest. The problem is not the desire for peace. The problem is that a person can begin demanding instant calm as proof that God cares, and in doing that they can miss the quieter forms of His care that are already present.

Sometimes His care is the fact that you kept praying at all. Sometimes His care is that you did not run from Him when you felt embarrassed by your own struggle. Sometimes His care is that, even in your fear, something in you still turned toward the One who made you. That may not feel dramatic, but it matters. Anxiety tends to close a person in on themselves. It narrows vision. It makes the future feel dangerous and the present feel unstable. Under that kind of strain, even turning your face toward God is a kind of grace. The anxious person often thinks they are failing because they are not peaceful enough. Meanwhile God may be seeing something deeper. He may be seeing a wounded heart that is still coming close instead of walking away.

What if one reason you still feel anxious when you pray is that prayer was never meant to be emotional anesthesia. That may sound harsh at first, but I do not mean it harshly. I mean it in a way that protects something true. If prayer becomes nothing more than a technique to stop discomfort, then the moment discomfort remains, the whole relationship feels threatened. A person begins using God to get out of a feeling instead of coming to God as the One who can hold them in the middle of that feeling. There is a big difference between those two postures even if the words sound similar on the surface. One says, “Take this away immediately so I can be okay.” The other says, “Stay with me here because I cannot carry this alone.” The first posture wants a fast outcome. The second posture wants presence, and presence often changes a person more deeply than fast relief does.

I do not say that lightly because I know there are nights when a person would do almost anything just to quiet their own mind. Those are hard nights. They expose how fragile people can feel when life presses down on the wrong place. A person can have a strong public face and still feel one bad phone call away from unraveling in private. They can know Scripture, love God, and still feel their heart speed up over things they cannot control. That does not make them false. It makes them human. The Christian life was never supposed to erase humanity. It was supposed to redeem it, steady it, and bring it into a deeper kind of honesty. You do not honor God by pretending you are untouched by what hurts you. You honor Him by bringing your real self into His presence instead of sending a cleaned-up version in your place.

There is something especially painful about anxiety because it can make you doubt what you already know. A person can believe God is good and still wake up afraid. They can know He has been faithful before and still feel dread over tomorrow. They can remember answered prayers and still feel a wave of panic move through them when a bill, a diagnosis, a broken relationship, or an uncertain future stands in front of them. That is often where shame sneaks in. It says, “After everything God has done, why are you still like this?” That question sounds spiritual, but it is often just accusation wearing religious clothes. The better question is not why you still feel something human. The better question is what you do with that feeling once it arrives. Do you hide with it, perform through it, or bring it honestly to God and let Him meet you inside it?

Most people learn very early to hide the parts of themselves that feel too messy, too needy, or too slow to heal. They may not realize they are doing it. It just becomes a habit. They manage impressions. They shrink their pain into acceptable language. They reveal enough to seem open, but not enough to risk being seen in the raw state of what is really happening. That habit does not disappear automatically in prayer. It often follows people right into the room. Then they find themselves praying around their anxiety instead of from within it. They talk to God about peace while quietly withholding the panic. They ask for help while still trying to look composed. Yet the place where God often does His most personal work is the place a person is most tempted to hide. If the trembling part never comes forward, then the comfort of God remains something talked about more than something known.

The intimacy of prayer begins to deepen when a person stops trying to arrive impressive. It deepens when they stop making calmness the entry requirement. It deepens when they begin to understand that being loved by God is not the reward for having a quiet inner life. It is the place where a noisy, burdened, confused inner life can come and not be turned away. That can take a while to really believe. Many people say God loves them, but in practice they still act as if He prefers the cleaner version of them. They think He welcomes the faithful version, the stable version, the grateful version, the strong version. They do not realize how much of their heart is still trying to earn tenderness. Anxiety exposes that hidden belief because it leaves a person unable to maintain the image of control. They have to either be honest or keep performing until they are too tired to perform anymore.

When honesty finally begins, something shifts, though not always in a loud way. The person may still feel anxious, but the anxiety is no longer the only thing happening in the room. Now there is also truth. Now there is also surrender. Now there is also the quiet dignity of coming before God without pretending. That may sound small, but it is not small. A lot of healing starts there, not because the symptoms vanish instantly, but because the relationship gets real. A person can endure much more when they are no longer spending energy hiding their condition from the One who already sees it. They begin to feel less divided inside. Their prayers become less like speeches and more like conversation. They discover that God is not shocked by what they were afraid to show Him. He is gentle with it. He is patient with it. He is steady where they are not.

That kind of steadiness matters because anxiety often makes the future feel louder than the present. It pushes the mind ahead into scenes that have not happened and may never happen. It makes you rehearse loss before loss comes. It makes you feel responsible for solving everything before anything unfolds. Then you pray, and one reason you may still feel anxious afterward is that your mind has practiced fear much longer than it has practiced rest. It has worn grooves into your inner life. It knows how to reach for control. It knows how to race. It knows how to brace. Learning peace can take time not because God is weak, but because fear has been training you for a long while. Unlearning that kind of reflex is often a slow, holy work.

That work is not glamorous. It happens in ordinary moments. It happens when you notice the familiar spiral starting and bring it into the light instead of letting it own the whole room. It happens when you stop talking to yourself like an enemy because you are struggling. It happens when prayer becomes less about trying to produce a spiritual result and more about remaining open before God until truth starts landing deeper than panic. It happens when you refuse to make your immediate feelings the final authority on whether He is near. It happens when you learn to stay instead of bolt. None of that is flashy, and none of it makes for a dramatic testimony in the short term. Still, it may be some of the most real growth a person ever experiences because it changes how they suffer, how they trust, and how they bring their pain into the presence of God.

There is a line many people cross without realizing it. At first they are anxious about the situation itself. Then, after repeated hard moments, they become anxious about their own anxiety. They start watching themselves too closely. They fear the feeling returning. They dread the next spiral before it begins. Then even prayer can become loaded because they are no longer simply coming to God. They are monitoring whether prayer is working fast enough. That self-observation can become exhausting. A person can sit with God while quietly checking their own pulse, their own thoughts, their own emotions, and every second that peace does not appear feels like another reason to worry. In that state, even good things feel hard because the heart is no longer resting. It is evaluating.

One of the kindest things a person can learn is to stop making every prayer session a courtroom. Not every moment with God needs a verdict attached to it. Not every time you pray needs to end with a measurable emotional breakthrough. Some prayers are simply a place to tell the truth, be held by God, and leave the room still in process. There is nothing fake about that. There is nothing weak about that. There is something deeply honest in being able to say, “I came to God burdened, and I may still feel some of that burden, but I am not alone in it now.” For many people, that is the beginning of real peace, not because everything has become easy, but because they are no longer carrying the extra pain of feeling abandoned by God in the middle of their struggle.

There is another layer to this that many people do not notice until they have been living with anxiety for a while. They begin to think peace has to feel a certain way before it counts. They expect it to arrive like silence, like the full absence of distress, like some unmistakable inner stillness that wipes away every trace of tension. Anything short of that seems unconvincing to them. If they still feel unsettled, they assume nothing meaningful happened. Yet peace is often much quieter than the version people imagine. Sometimes it is not the disappearance of inner pressure. Sometimes it is the refusal to let pressure decide what is true. Sometimes it is not emotional relief first. Sometimes it is the steadying of your deepest self while the rest of you is still catching up.

That may sound too subtle at first, especially to someone who is weary and wants the kind of peace that reaches all the way into the body. Still, a subtle work should not be confused with a weak work. There are moments when God does something dramatic, and those moments become part of the story you remember for years. There are also moments when He begins by changing where you stand, not what you feel. The weather around you remains rough, but the ground under you grows steadier. You still sense the wind. You still hear the noise. Yet something inside is no longer agreeing with the fear in quite the same way. That shift may not look impressive from the outside, but it can mark the beginning of a very different life.

A lot of people keep searching for a feeling while quietly overlooking a new posture. They are waiting for all anxiety to leave before they will say God has helped them. Meanwhile they are already praying more honestly than they used to. They are already turning to Him faster than they used to. They are already staying with Him instead of running to every distraction that once helped them hide. They are already becoming less fake. They are already learning how to be loved without performance. Those changes matter. They are not small side effects. They are often evidence that God is doing something deeper than immediate relief, something that may hold longer because it reaches beyond the surface.

That can be hard to appreciate when you are tired. Tired people are not usually asking for character formation. They are asking for rest. They are asking for relief that feels simple and clear. They are asking for a mind that does not keep pulling them into worst-case futures. They are asking for one night of sleep that does not feel like a battle. I understand that. I do not think God looks at that desire with impatience. He knows what it feels like to be dust. He knows how quickly fear can drain the color from a day. He knows how heavy a heart can become when it is carrying something it cannot solve. There is no cruelty in Him toward the person who wants peace badly. The danger is not in wanting peace. The danger is in deciding that only one form of peace is real.

Sometimes the beginning of peace looks like truth interrupting panic for a few seconds. Sometimes it looks like being able to say, “This fear is loud, but it is not the whole story.” Sometimes it looks like not making a reckless decision while you are emotionally flooded. Sometimes it looks like crying without collapsing into hopelessness. Sometimes it looks like being afraid and still praying anyway. A person who expects only one dramatic version of peace may miss the mercy already present in these quieter forms. They may call themselves defeated while God is quietly teaching them endurance, honesty, and dependence. The lesson does not feel glorious in the middle of it. It feels slow. Yet slow does not mean absent. Slow does not mean empty. Slow sometimes means roots instead of leaves.

Many anxious people are trying to force themselves into trust instead of growing into it. They believe they should be able to say a verse, bow their head, and feel calm on command. When that does not happen, they get harder on themselves. They push. They lecture themselves. They attempt to reason their way out of distress with a kind of desperation hiding behind spiritual language. What they often need is not more pressure. They need gentleness. They need truth without contempt. They need a way of coming to God that does not deepen the wound by adding self-rejection to an already burdened heart. There is a world of difference between being corrected by truth and being crushed by accusation.

Accusation says, “You should be past this by now.” Truth says, “This is hard, but you do not have to face it alone.” Accusation says, “If your faith were stronger, you would not feel like this.” Truth says, “Faith is not proven by never struggling. Faith is often shown by where you go when you do struggle.” Accusation says, “Something must be wrong with you because you are still anxious after praying.” Truth says, “Prayer is not invalidated by the fact that you are still in process.” One voice narrows the room until there is no oxygen left. The other voice opens a window. One leaves you ashamed of being human. The other allows you to be human in the presence of God without being cast away.

There are people who have spent years trying to outrun anxiety by becoming better at appearing composed. They learned how to function while carrying private storms. They learned how to answer messages, handle responsibilities, show up in public, and still feel like they were barely holding the center together. Over time that can become its own prison because competence on the outside can make a person feel even more alone inside. Everyone assumes they are fine because they are still performing. Meanwhile they go home exhausted, trying to understand why they feel so fragile beneath the life they keep managing. Prayer in that state can become one more place where they feel pressure to appear okay, even if no one else is in the room.

That is why hidden anxiety can become so spiritually exhausting. It is not only that the person feels fear. It is that they feel fear while trying to remain acceptable. They are carrying the burden and editing the evidence of the burden at the same time. Very few people can live that way without eventually becoming thin inside. Something begins to ache in them for honesty, for a place where they do not have to hold the whole image together. The presence of God is meant to be that place, yet old habits can keep them from entering it fully. They bring the respectable version of their distress into prayer and leave the deeper parts untouched. Then they wonder why prayer feels distant. The distance may not be coming from God. It may be coming from the layer of self-protection still standing between the heart and the truth.

When that layer begins to come down, things can feel more vulnerable at first, not less. A person might think that becoming more honest with God should make them feel immediately calmer, but sometimes honesty first makes them feel exposed. They are finally naming what they were trying not to feel. They are finally acknowledging how scared they really are, how angry they really are, how tired they really are, how unsure they really are. That can make the moment feel more intense before it feels relieving. Still, it is often a clean kind of intensity. It is no longer mixed with pretending. It is no longer the exhaustion of keeping up appearances. It is the rawness of stepping into the light, and though that light may reveal how much hurts, it also becomes the place where healing can begin without disguise.

A person in that space needs patience, not panic about the fact that they are not calm yet. They need to understand that openness itself is a kind of progress. They need to know that the point of prayer is not to win at inner control. The point is communion. The point is truth. The point is being with God in the place where you are actually living, not in the place where you wish you were living. Once that begins to settle into a person, prayer changes shape. It stops being a performance review. It becomes a shelter. It becomes the place where they can stop acting for a few minutes and just tell the truth about the state of their heart. That is not a small shift. It may be one of the most important changes an anxious person ever makes.

There is a tenderness in God that anxious people often struggle to believe is meant for them. They can imagine Him being kind to other people. They can imagine Him being patient with the broken, the grieving, the visibly overwhelmed. They just do not always think of themselves that way. They think of themselves as the one who should know better. They think of themselves as the one who has already heard enough truth to be beyond this. They think of themselves as the one who is somehow disappointing God by not being stronger. That belief can become so normal that it no longer sounds cruel inside their mind. It sounds responsible. Yet it is not responsibility. It is often self-judgment dressed up as maturity.

Maturity does not sound like cruelty toward your own weakness. It sounds like honesty shaped by grace. It does not deny that anxiety can distort thinking, make relationships harder, pull a person inward, and drain joy from ordinary life. It does not pretend the struggle is harmless. Still, it refuses to conclude that the struggler is unwanted by God. Real maturity keeps the truth intact without removing compassion. It lets God remain holy without turning Him into a hard master who only welcomes the emotionally balanced. The more a person grows, the more they begin to understand that holiness and gentleness are not enemies in Him. He is not less true because He is patient. He is not less righteous because He is tender. He does not have to become softer than truth in order to hold a trembling person close.

That matters deeply because many people are not just afraid of their circumstances. They are afraid of what their ongoing anxiety says about them. They think it means they are unstable, immature, spiritually weak, or permanently damaged. They begin to build an identity around the struggle. They stop seeing anxiety as something they are experiencing and start seeing it as the deepest definition of who they are. Once that happens, even moments of peace can feel temporary and suspicious. A person can become so used to living under the expectation of inner unrest that they do not know how to receive calm without waiting for it to disappear. That is a hard way to live because it turns the heart into a house that never really believes it is safe enough to rest.

The answer is not to deny the struggle or to rename it with nicer words. The answer is to let a deeper truth sit above it. You may be someone who wrestles with anxiety, but that is not the whole of you. You are also someone made by God, seen by God, and not abandoned by Him in the middle of your wrestling. You are someone whose fear does not cancel your worth. You are someone whose slow progress does not remove heaven’s patience. You are someone whose mind may race at times, but whose life is not finally held together by your ability to calm yourself down. That last truth can be hard to accept because anxious people often feel responsible for securing tomorrow before tomorrow arrives. Yet life has never actually rested on that ability. It rests on God, even when your body forgets what your soul is trying to remember.

There is a strange humility that begins to grow when a person realizes they cannot think their way into peace. At first this realization feels defeating because the mind wants control. It wants a formula, a guarantee, a clean explanation that solves the tension. When it cannot get that, it feels exposed. Still, that exposure can become the beginning of a more honest dependence. You stop expecting your own thoughts to save you. You stop treating mental mastery as the thing that will finally secure you. You start bringing your limits into prayer instead of trying to hide them from yourself. That can make prayer feel simpler and truer. It may not always make you feel instantly calm, but it begins to remove some of the exhausting strain of trying to be your own rescuer.

I think some of the deepest spiritual weariness comes from trying to carry what was never meant to sit on your shoulders. Anxiety often grows around that habit. It grows around over-responsibility. It grows around fear of failure, fear of loss, fear of humiliation, fear of not being able to hold everything together. A person starts living as if the future depends on their vigilance. They do not always say that out loud. It just becomes the way they move through life. Even prayer can be shaped by that same burden. They pray, but underneath the prayer is the belief that they still need to keep gripping hard because letting go feels too dangerous. In that state, no wonder peace feels far away. Their hands are still closed even while they are asking God for help.

Letting those hands open is rarely a dramatic moment. It is often slow and repeated. It is often one honest surrender at a time. It may happen in the same area a hundred times before the heart begins to loosen its grip. That can feel discouraging until you realize that repetition does not mean nothing is happening. It often means God is teaching you in real life, not just in theory. Anyone can talk about trust when the stakes are low. It is another thing to keep returning a cherished fear to God because you know you cannot hold it without being consumed by it. Those repeated returns are not evidence of failure. They are often the training ground of a quieter, sturdier faith.

A sturdier faith is not always a louder faith. Sometimes it actually looks less dramatic. It may say fewer sweeping things. It may feel less eager to impress. It may become more plain, more honest, more willing to say, “I am struggling today, but I know where to go.” That kind of faith may not produce the kind of testimony people expect to hear on a stage, but it holds in ordinary life. It holds in a dark room. It holds in the car after hard news. It holds when the mind starts to race in the middle of the night. It holds when nothing in your emotions feels inspiring. It is not built on the rush of spiritual intensity. It is built on repeated return. There is something beautiful about that, even if it does not sparkle.

The intimacy of write.as, the quietness of it, seems right for saying something people do not always say in louder places. There are nights when prayer does not feel triumphant. There are mornings when the soul does not feel victorious. There are stretches of time when a person does not feel like they are overcoming so much as enduring. They are not soaring. They are making it through. They are trying not to drown in their own thoughts. They are trying to remain tender instead of becoming hard. They are trying not to give fear the last word. That kind of life can look unimpressive from the outside, but heaven does not measure it the way the world does. A person staying near God while afraid is not failing. A person telling the truth in weakness is not lesser. A person who keeps coming back is not behind.

Some people are carrying anxiety connected to old pain, and that creates another layer of confusion. They pray about what is happening now, but what is happening now is touching something that was already wounded. Then the reaction feels bigger than the current moment seems to justify. That can make a person feel embarrassed by the size of their own feelings. They think they should be able to handle this better. What they may not realize is that their present fear is waking up older fear, and their body is responding to more than one thing at once. Prayer in that situation is not a magic eraser. It is an opening. It is a place where God begins to meet not only the current concern but also the deeper bruise beneath it. That work is often more layered than a person first understands.

Layered work requires patience because the heart is not a machine with a single broken part. Human beings carry memory in complicated ways. They carry disappointment, betrayal, grief, humiliation, and fear in places they cannot always name quickly. Then some present difficulty touches one of those hidden places, and suddenly the response feels overwhelming. If a person interprets that only at the level of the current problem, they may end up confused by their own reaction. They may think they are irrational or weak. God sees more clearly than that. He sees the full story, including the parts you do not know how to explain yet. That means His patience with you is not based only on the visible moment. It is shaped by complete understanding. He is not reacting to your life from the outside. He knows it from the inside.

That should bring comfort, though I know comfort can feel hard to receive when anxiety is high. Still, it matters to remember that God is not taking you at face value in the shallow sense. He is not looking at the surface symptom and making some cold judgment. He knows the whole path that brought you here. He knows what you have been carrying. He knows what wore you down. He knows the moments you swallowed pain and kept moving because life did not let you stop. He knows the places where hope has been bruised. He knows why your mind reaches for control. He knows why your body tightens. He knows why certain uncertainties hit you harder than they seem to hit other people. When you pray, you are not explaining yourself to a distant stranger. You are being known by the One who already understands more than you can say.

That does not always remove anxiety immediately, but it can begin to remove the loneliness inside anxiety. There is a difference between being distressed and being distressed alone. The first is painful. The second can feel unbearable. When a person starts to believe that God understands them with precision and patience, the room changes. The fear may still be present, but it no longer has the same isolation wrapped around it. Now the person is not merely trying to survive a feeling. They are being accompanied in it by Someone who does not misread them. That can create a kind of relief that is quieter than euphoria but more sustaining than a passing emotional lift. It is the relief of not being alone in your own interior world.

People often want peace to arrive before they can rest in God, but sometimes rest begins as a decision to remain with Him while peace is still unfolding. That is a different kind of strength. It is less dramatic, but it may be more stable in the long run because it is not built on mood. It is built on trust. Trust does not always feel warm. Sometimes it feels plain. Sometimes it feels like continuing to turn toward God without a rush of emotion to reward you. Sometimes it feels like staying in the room when part of you wants to run because you are tired of not feeling better yet. That kind of trust is not glamorous, but it has weight. It is one of the places where faith becomes real enough to live in.

There are moments when the best thing a person can do is stop trying to make their prayer sound strong and simply let it be true. Not polished, not clever, not full of phrases they have heard other people use, just true. “I am afraid of what could happen.” “I am tired of carrying this.” “I do not know why I still feel this after praying.” “Please stay with me because I do not know how to settle my own heart tonight.” Those prayers may not sound impressive, but they are honest enough to breathe in. They do not require a split between what the mouth is saying and what the soul is actually living. That honesty creates room for relationship, and relationship is where real strengthening begins.

The strengthening may not always feel like relief at first. Sometimes it feels like being able to endure the moment without turning against yourself. That is no small thing. Self-hatred weakens people faster than they realize. It takes whatever hurt is already there and adds an inner attacker to it. The anxious person does not just have fear. Now they also have contempt. They do not just have pressure. Now they also have shame. That combination can become unbearable over time. One of the mercies of God is that He teaches people to stop speaking to themselves as if they are disposable because they are struggling. He teaches them a steadier way of holding themselves in truth. Not indulgent, not dishonest, but kind. That kindness can be part of how His peace begins to enter.

A harsh inner life makes it hard to receive gentleness from God because everything gets filtered through suspicion. The person assumes love must come with disappointment attached to it. They assume patience must eventually run out. They assume they are tolerated at best. Then they pray, and even when truth comes near, they cannot fully rest in it because something in them is braced for rejection. That is why a person can know correct theology and still feel spiritually homeless inside. They know God is good in principle. They just do not know how to sit inside that goodness personally. Anxiety can intensify that problem because it keeps the whole system on alert. Yet the answer is not to become more accusing. The answer is to let the truth of God’s character come down into the places where fear has taught the heart to flinch.

This takes time, and time can feel frustrating when you are weary. Still, the passing of time is not always a sign that nothing is changing. There are changes that happen underground long before they appear above the surface. A person may still have hard nights while becoming less hopeless. They may still feel anxiety while becoming less ashamed of needing God. They may still wrestle with fear while becoming more honest, more tender, more capable of bringing the whole truth of their heart into prayer. Those things matter. They do not make for easy measurements, but they are often signs of real life. Growth is not always loud. Some of the deepest transformations make very little noise while they are happening.

If you have been carrying this kind of struggle, I want to say something plainly. The fact that you still feel anxious sometimes after you pray does not mean you are failing God. It does not mean your prayer was wasted. It does not mean peace is unavailable to you. It may mean that peace is being formed in a way that reaches deeper than a temporary emotional shift. It may mean you are being taught how to remain with God when you cannot manufacture relief. It may mean He is freeing you not only from fear itself but also from the false belief that you must become emotionally flawless in order to be close to Him. That freedom matters because it turns prayer from a pass-or-fail experience into a real meeting between a burdened human being and a faithful God.

And if the burden is still heavy tonight, then let tonight be simple. You do not need a polished moment. You do not need to prove anything. You do not need to force your heart into a shape it does not honestly have. Come to God as the person you actually are right now. Bring Him the thoughts that feel too loud, the fear that feels too close, the shame that tries to turn your own struggle into a verdict against you. Bring Him the tiredness. Bring Him the uncertainty. Bring Him the part of you that is embarrassed to still need comfort. Nothing becomes more holy by being hidden. Nothing becomes easier by being denied. You are allowed to come honestly.

Then stay there a little while. Not to measure whether you are improving fast enough, but simply to be there with Him. Let the room be quiet if it needs to be quiet. Let your prayer be plain if it needs to be plain. Let your breathing be uneven if it is still uneven. You are not disqualified from being held because your body has not caught up yet. You are not outside the reach of God because your nervous system is tired. You are not less loved because your mind is noisy. The anxious heart often assumes it must first become peaceful to be welcome. The gospel says something gentler than that. It says you are welcome enough to bring your unrest into the presence of the One who can hold it without turning away.

That may be the line worth remembering when the night feels long. You are not being turned away. You may still be in process. You may still feel some of the same pressure tomorrow. You may still need to pray again over the same fear. None of that means God is absent. None of that means you are back at the beginning. None of that means your story is only ever going to be a cycle of strain. It means you are learning what many people never learn deeply enough, that real faith is not built only in moments of obvious victory. It is also built in repeated return, in truthful prayer, in the quiet choice to stay close to God while your heart is still unsettled.

One day you may look back and see that the nights which made you question everything were also the nights that taught you where your life was truly held. You may realize that you were not abandoned in those moments when peace came slowly. You may see that God was not withholding Himself from you because you were anxious. He was teaching you how near He could be even there. He was teaching you that His presence is not measured by the speed of your emotional recovery. He was teaching you that your worth does not rise and fall with your internal steadiness. He was teaching you that you can be fully human, deeply dependent, sometimes trembling, and still profoundly loved.

Until that becomes easier to believe, keep coming back. Keep praying with honesty instead of performance. Keep refusing the lie that your struggle makes you lesser in the eyes of God. Keep opening your hands, even if they close again and need opening again tomorrow. Keep bringing the whole truth, not the cleaned-up version. There is no shame in needing to return. There is no shame in being slow to settle. There is no shame in being human enough to need comfort more than once. The shame was never meant to stay attached to you. Let it fall. Let God be kinder to you than the accusing voice in your own mind has been. Let prayer become the place where you stop trying to earn tenderness and finally begin receiving it.

Your friend, Douglas Vandergraph

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Rationally I know that life is inherently governed by chance to a significant degree. Yet it seems there are some people, groups of people, families, etc. that are disproportionately affected by negative experiences and outcomes than others. Many turn to religion as a way to try and explain the unexplainable, yet I have never been someone to do that. At least not to the degree where I think there is a god that is directly controlling the outcomes of every event for every individual on earth or elsewhere. That doesn’t mean I still don’t wonder why some people seem to have a significant number of negative life experiences than others.

This morning I was reminded of this type of situation when I learned a person I grew up with had passed away unexpectedly. This is not the first time someone in this family that I grew up near has passed away unexpectedly. The previous situation was even more tragic and heartbreaking. Then add to these more recent situations that the parents of these people had gone through a nasty divorce due to infidelity, that they had things like fires happen in their home during the time I lived near them, etc. and it seems like the odds were always stacked against them.

That begs the question, how did they end up on these paths versus others that did not? There is an argument to be made that they were the logical result of the sum of many prior less significant, but not always positive, decisions made in the past. As the saying goes, their prior decisions and choices just caught up to them. These outcomes still seem to be particularly harsh even factoring in prior minor poor decisions. So my mind still comes back to the question – why them and not others? I have no good answer, I don’t think there is a good answer. As a logical being it is hard to accept that there isn’t a good answer to the question “why?” though. I can’t blame any one person, event, or situation that is obviously the cause of why these things have happened to these people.

I will accept this and move on as I have done in the past. The next time anything like this happens though, I will be right back where I am now wondering why I don’t have any good explanation for what just happened. At least not a satisfactory one.

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The first of today's two games I'm hoping to follow is an MLB Game pitting my Texas Rangers against the Seattle Mariners. With a mid-afternoon scheduled start time of 3:10 PM CDT, this game will certainly run into the evening hours if it plays through the full nine innings.

The second game on my agenda today comes from the NBA. A Round 1, Game 1, game of the 2026 NBA Championship Series has the Portland Trailblazers coming to San Antonio to play my Spurs. With a very late start time (late for me, anyway) of 8:00 PM CDT, I'm going to be challenged to listen to the full four Quarters before sleep forces me to bed.

And the adventure continues.

Samedi 18 avril 2026. Il fait beau. L’occasion est belle de préparer le vélo et de commencer la saison.

Nous descendons ensuite au Marché à Vevey. Il y a bien plus de monde que lors du marché du mardi. Nous serpentons entre les stands et la disposition du marché, revue en raison des travaux sur la place.

Dans la série, comment prendre des photos de rues en respectant le droit à l’image, la photo ci-dessus en propose un exemple.

C’est aussi un clin d’œil au temps où notre premier hymne patriotique Ô Monts indépendants avait la même mélodie que l'hymne britannique God Save the King, créant des situations embarrassantes lorsque les hymnes nationaux britannique et suisse étaient joués dans les mêmes occasions.

Nous profitons de la chaleur ambiante pour manger une pizza et d’observer la place et le chantier.

Après le repas improvisé, nous poursuivons notre déambulation en allant prendre un bon café au Bachibouzouk.

Nous adorons ce café et son ambiance.

Cette sortie était aussi l’occasion de déambuler et d’utiliser en situation mon objectif Sigma 30mm f1.4. En effet, cet objectif offre des photos super net et son ouverture lumineuse est intéressante en basse lumière, mais sa focale, équivalent à un 45mm en plein format, est particulière. Elle n’est ni grand angle, ni plan resserré. Je ne suis pas encore au point et je cherche mes marques.

Curieusement, en rentrant à la maison, je visionnerai la vidéo ci-dessus. Sur un certain nombre de points, elle correspond bien à la démarche entreprise ce jour.

https://youtu.be/04r2TcdFu1Q?si=qPcfjuKT2m_ose8b

A noter que je fais actuellement des expériences relativement au traitement de mes images. Ces derniers temps, j’ai choisi de travailler l’aspect du rendu des couleurs directement sur mon boîtier et au moment de la prise de vue. Après je ne les retouche que superficiellement pour améliorer, par exemple, l’exposition ou la balance des blancs. J’enlève aussi les éventuelles poussières.

Pour les photos de ce jour (comme les précédentes), je complète ce travail dans Photomator en utilisant les filtres Cinématique 2 et 4 au niveau des LUT.

Tags. #AuCafe #suisse🇨🇭 #vevey #photographie #sonya6400 #Sigma30mmf14

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I had a very long day today with a lot of socialization, and near the end I very much felt myself crashing and I wanted to be alone. What originally was a source of potential conflict instead turned out to be a very deep heart-to-heart with a close friend. I’ve known this friend for two months now, and we have hung out a lot since then but this was the first time I got to really know her in this intimate sense of both of us sharing some trauma. We talked for like two hours, and I realize that I actually feel good. Like I don’t feel misunderstood or hurt, but I actually feel like the opposite. Like I feel really valued, and I feel connected to people rather than isolated. I’m really grateful for this friend and also how my life has started to bare fruit that I have planted earlier

Die Tafeln von Chartres sind ein merkwürdiges Ding. Sechs farbige Formen auf einem Stück Papier, ein Blick, der leicht schielt, und irgendwann schwebt zwischen den beiden Reihen eine dritte. Violett, stabil, nicht da und doch da. Du weißt im gleichen Moment, ob du drin bist oder nicht. Kein Lehrer muss es dir sagen, keine Maschine misst etwas, dein eigenes Sehen ist das Feedback.

Das ist der entscheidende Punkt. Bei fast jeder anderen Meditationsform tappst du im Dunkeln. Du sitzt auf einem Kissen und fragst dich, ob du gerade meditierst oder nur sitzt und denkst, du meditierst. Du wiederholst ein Mantra und hoffst, dass etwas passiert. Bei den Tafeln gibt es diese Ambiguität nicht. Die dritte Reihe ist da, oder sie ist nicht da. Und sie bleibt nur da, solange dein Sehapparat, dein Nervensystem, deine Aufmerksamkeit in einem bestimmten Zustand kooperieren. Sobald du abgelenkt bist, zerfällt das Bild. Das zwingt dich, ohne dass dir jemand Druck macht.

Dazu kommt dieses paradoxe Element, das Zen-Lehrer seit Jahrhunderten beschreiben und das kaum jemand aus Worten lernt: gleichzeitig fokussiert und entspannt sein. Strengst du dich zu sehr an, zerfällt die Fusion. Lässt du zu sehr los, auch. Es gibt nur einen schmalen Streifen dazwischen, und in diesem Streifen entsteht dieser Zustand, den die Tradition “mühelose Wachheit” nennt. Die Tafeln geben dir diesen Zustand nicht als Konzept. Sie zwingen dich biomechanisch hinein.

Dass das Ding 1977 zum ersten Mal aufgeschrieben wurde, ist fast absurd. Eine Technik, die neurophysiologisch so klar funktioniert, die so wenig Material braucht, die so direkt wirkt, und sie taucht in einem Buch über Zigeuner-Traditionen auf und verschwindet dann wieder im Nischenregal esoterischer Buchläden. George Pennington hat sechzehn Jahre damit gearbeitet, bevor er sein eigenes Buch geschrieben hat. Sechzehn Jahre. Und trotzdem kennt das heute kaum jemand.

Über das Alter kann niemand etwas Seriöses sagen. Die Fahrenden haben es mündlich weitergegeben, Derlon durfte erst schreiben, als die Stammesväter es erlaubten, und davor ist Dunkelheit. Die Formen der Tafeln entsprechen der Geometrie der Kathedrale von Chartres, die um 1200 gebaut wurde, aber ob die Meditation so alt ist oder ob die Fahrenden die Formen später von der Kathedrale genommen haben oder ob beide aus einer noch älteren Quelle schöpfen, wissen wir nicht. Die Geschichte der Technik ist offen. Was geschlossen ist, ist ihre Funktion.

Wenn du täglich damit arbeitest, passiert mehrerlei. Am Anfang merkst du nur, dass dein Blick ausdauernder wird und dass du diesen fusionierten Zustand länger halten kannst. Das sieht nach nichts aus. Nach ein paar Wochen stellst du fest, dass deine Aufmerksamkeit im Alltag anders funktioniert. Klarer, weniger sprunghaft. Nach Monaten, sagt die Tradition, fangen tiefere Schichten an sich zu öffnen. Erst das persönliche Unbewusste mit all dem, was du verdrängt hast, und dann das, was Jung das kollektive Unbewusste genannt hat. Das sind große Worte, und man sollte vorsichtig damit sein, aber die Praxis scheint genau diese Richtung einzuschlagen.

Was mich am meisten an diesem Werkzeug fasziniert, ist sein Status außerhalb jeder Ökonomie. Du brauchst keinen Coach. Du brauchst keinen Kurs. Du brauchst keine App. Du brauchst kein Abo. Du brauchst einen Drucker oder einen Kopierer, ein Stück Papier, einen Tisch. Das war es. Keine andere Meditationstradition ist so vollständig unbestechlich durch den Markt. Sie lässt sich nicht verpacken, nicht monetarisieren, nicht zertifizieren. Vielleicht ist das der eigentliche Grund, warum sie im Dunkel geblieben ist. Was sich nicht verkaufen lässt, verbreitet sich nicht.

Und das führt zu einem größeren Gedanken, über den wir gesprochen haben. Die Tafeln sind nicht das einzige vergessene Werkzeug dieser Art. Da gibt es die Dreamachine von Gysin, ein Karton vor einer Glühbirne, der über Stroboskop-Effekte visuelle Zustände erzeugt. Den Phosphenismus von Lefebure, der mit Nachbildern arbeitet. Das Ganzfeld-Experiment mit halbierten Tischtennisbällen. Die Spiegelübung, bei der sich dein eigenes Gesicht nach zwanzig Minuten verzerrt. Das Herzensgebet der orthodoxen Mönche, ein Satz, der sich mit dem Atem vermählt und das Herz-Kreislauf-System messbar verändert. Das taoistische Zuowang, “Sitzen und Vergessen”. Nada Yoga, das Hineinhören in den inneren Klang. Das Bön-Tönen mit fünf Vokalen.

All diese Techniken haben etwas gemeinsam. Sie kosten nichts. Sie brauchen keinen Lehrer, jedenfalls nicht dauerhaft. Sie lassen sich nicht in ein Produkt verwandeln. Und sie sind alle in unterschiedlichem Maß verschwunden. Die lauten Systeme haben überlebt, die leisen sind in Nischen zurückgezogen. Das ist kein Zufall und keine Verschwörung. Es ist einfach, wie Aufmerksamkeit sich verteilt in einer Ökonomie, die auf Wiederverkauf angewiesen ist.

Vielleicht ist das, was die Tafeln repräsentieren, eine Art Gegenarchiv. Werkzeuge für Menschen, die sich nichts verkaufen lassen wollen. Praktiken, die davon ausgehen, dass der Mensch im Kern schon alles hat, was er braucht, und dass Technik in diesem Sinne nur ein leiser Anschubs sein sollte, kein System, in das man sich einschreibt. Ein Blatt Papier, ein Blick, ein Moment Stille. Mehr nicht. Und in diesem Wenig steckt mehr, als die meisten teuren Systeme je liefern werden.

Before the dawn of man ...

... there was a covenant between the land and the sea people – a covenant long forgotten by those who stayed on shore, but indelibly etched in the minds of others – the dolphins of Altair.

Now the covenant had been broken. Dolphins were being wantonly sacrificed in the name of scientific research, their waters increasingly polluted, their number dangerously diminished. They had to find allies and strike back. Allies willing to sever their own earthly bonds for the sake of their sea brothers – willing, if necessary, to execute the destruction of the whole human race ...

Margaret St. Clair's novels Sign of the Labrys and The Shadow People are cited in the Dungeon Master's Guide “Appendix N: Inspirational and Educational Reading.” I've read the former couple of days ago, and enjoyed it quite much. It was also fascinating seeing how much of it read like an old-school dungeon delve.

When I researched the author, I read that the latter, The Shadow People, is part of loose trilogy comprised of The Dolphins of Altair (1967), The Shadow People (1969), and The Dancers of Noyo (1973). Since all three are relatively short (~200 pages each), I decided to simply read them in publishing order.

Mild spoilers ahead.

The story is presented from the perspective of a psionic dolphin historian. He narrates how the sea people—dolphins—used Udra (psychic powers, similar to psionics in OD&D) to find and collaborate with three splits—humans—to flood the world.

The writing is punchy, especially in the first half. Everything moves fast, and I enjoyed the implicit writing style. There is action, there is a little bit of mystery, and there are surprises and turns. Some of the hallucinations / visions are quite trippy, which I liked as well.

The Dolphins of Altair is not listed in the Appendix N, so I did not expect any D&D tropes. There is a lot of psionics, and some of the techniques are well described. Only 1-in-100 000 are receptive to it; there are mentions of ESP. If this was an OD&D module or setting it would be labelled as gonzo for sure.

At its core, The Dolphins of Altair is an ecological doomsday book infused with psychedelic and psionics. I found it to be quite a quick and enjoyable read, and am looking forward to discovering how exactly it relates to The Shadow People.

#Reading #Fantasy #ScienceFiction

¿Hacen versos las máquinas? ¿Pero quieren?  ¿Desean? ¿Seducen? ¿Perpetúan?

¿Quién desea un corazón, ahora que en la palma de la mano llevamos mundos virtuales? Un corazón verdadero, digo.

Es sencillo encontrar la paz interior cuando actuamos con bondad.