My loves....
Soooo...
Guys... I'm back on here. LOL.
You're not going to believe this. Seriously. I'm about to hold myself accountable and be completely vulnerable with you because... I never went to the gym. I know. I know. You're probably sitting there thinking, "Wait... weren't you literally dressed to go?" Yep. I was. So here's what actually happened.
Right after I got off my laptop, I went and started doing my normal little routine. You guys already know I have my own things that I do throughout the day, so I was over there doing all of that. The funny part is... I already had my gym clothes on. I was completely ready. At least... I looked ready.
Then I started feeling really tired, and honestly, I think I know why. Remember the kitten I told you guys about? Yeah... she's a tiny little bully. I'm not even kidding. I don't really want to report her because I don't want her getting into trouble or anything, but she's definitely something else. You see, I usually don't go to bed until somewhere between one and three in the morning. I know... that's terrible. But you guys also know I'm a workaholic, so that's kind of my normal.
Well... she doesn't believe in bedtime. At all.
Picture this. I'm lying there in my little twin bed trying to get some sleep, and she decides that's the perfect opportunity to pounce on me over and over again. Now here's the really funny part. I have a septum piercing, and ever since she was this tiny little kitten she's been absolutely fascinated by it. She'll reach over with her tiny little paw and start batting at it like it's the greatest toy she's ever seen. And if you've ever felt a kitten's little paw, you already know... it's soft, it's tiny, it's ridiculously ticklish, and it's basically impossible to stay mad. So I can't even use my serious mom voice. Instead I end up laughing while saying, "For real, Izzy... seriously... go lay down. Mommy needs to sleep." She even has her own little bed that I made for her out of a box. Does she use it? Of course not. Why would she do something logical like that? So every night we basically have this ongoing argument about bedtime... and somehow she keeps winning.
I think that's why I was so exhausted today. Between only getting a couple hours of sleep and waking up because apparently my nose doubles as a cat toy, I was done. So I made the mistake you're never supposed to make. I looked at my bed. You know exactly what I'm talking about. When you're already tired, don't look at the bed. Just leave. Go straight to the gym. Don't think about it. Don't negotiate with yourself. Just go. I didn't do that. Instead... I took a nap.
I know.
Then I woke up and immediately thought, "Oh... snap."
Now here's where it gets even worse. Normally I'm eating organic food or I'm fasting. That's usually my routine. But every once in a while I have one of those weeks where I'm just... a little rebellious with myself. This happened to be that week. So... I went to Sonic. Yep. I did. The really disappointing part was they were out of the Angus beef, so I had to get the regular burger, which everyone knows is probably made out of cardboard or something. I'm kidding... kind of. Anyway, I got a Number 3 with tater tots and a cherry limeade, and listen... I'm not even going to pretend. It was delicious. I absolutely demolished that meal. No regrets. Well... maybe a tiny regret. But it was worth it.
After that I thought, "You know what? I was going to wait until tomorrow morning to write another article." Then I stopped myself. Why wait?
So here I am.
Now I want to tell you something I was thinking about today.
You may have noticed that these last couple of articles have sounded a little different. Usually I keep things pretty professional... or at least I pretend to. Not really. Truthfully, I have a lot of different sides to me. I'm basically a Swiss Army knife of personalities. And before anybody starts diagnosing me... no. Completely normal. Promise. LOL.
But there was a reason I wrote these articles the way I did.
I wanted you to get to know me a little more. Not just through my research. Not just through my ideas. But through me.
Because I don't ever want to sound like I'm standing on top of some mountain trying to lecture everybody. That's not who I am. I'd much rather be down here in the mud with you. Covered in it right alongside you. Talking. Laughing. Asking ridiculous questions. Wondering about life together. That's where I feel the most comfortable.
Now... let me back that up just a little because I don't want you knowing everything about me. I've got to keep at least a little mystery alive. But I do want you to see enough of me that you never feel like I'm distant from the things I'm writing about, because I'm not. Everything I write comes from something I genuinely care about. It comes from my heart. It comes from years of thinking, questioning, observing, and wondering if maybe there are different ways to see ourselves and this world than the ones we've inherited.
A lot of what I do is simply an attempt to help in whatever way I can using my abilities and just not I don't know I want the world to be more um honest and not so scared of that. That's always been the goal. Also I really love to like use my consciousness...and the way I do it is pretty cool and stuff of course their is a lot about me that in the future you will find out and understand the "why" more of why I do all of this now why am not hiding what I can do or am. But right now lol this is the part am holding till it's time. These two specific articles I wrote today was to show the contrast of what you see all around you saying this is truth compared to what is and its important to understand how our perceived perception can shape everything and even what we think is possible...
And that's exactly why I wrote those last two articles the way I did.
They weren't just about pyramids.
They weren't just about history.
They were an experiment.
An invitation.
A way of showing you something that I hope you'll begin to notice, not just in those articles, but in every conversation we have from here on out.
So...
Let's talk about what I was actually trying to show you.
So, those two articles I put out today?
You probably noticed something a little different.
Normally, I kind of bounce around anyway. I'll tell y'all what's going on, I'll randomly mention Disney music, my cats, my ankle hurting, whatever pops into my head. That's just me. But today I wanted to lean into that a little more on purpose.
Why?
Because I wanted to try something.
The funny thing is, it wasn't planned.
I was actually sitting there listening to Disney music—you guys already know I still do that—and Deliver Us came on. You know, the opening scene where everyone's being whipped and forced to work. And I just sat there for a second and thought...
"Huh."
What if that's the perfect puzzle piece?
Not because I'm trying to prove the movie wrong.
Not because I'm trying to rewrite history.
But because it made me think about something much bigger.
What if the stories we've inherited about the past quietly shape what we believe is possible today?
That question wouldn't leave me alone.
So... naturally... my brain wandered toward the pyramids.
Because if you've followed me for any amount of time, you know that's where I tend to wander anyway.
Now, my loves, let's do something a little different.
Let's say—purely as a thought experiment—that the version I've been describing turned out to be true. Not because I'm asking you to believe it. I'm asking you to notice something about ourselves.
Think about the stories many of us grew up with.
Rows of exhausted people.
Whips.
Chains.
Fear.
Someone always standing over someone else.
Someone always controlling.
Someone always forcing.
Again, I'm not saying human history didn't contain cruelty. It absolutely did. Human beings have been capable of incredible beauty... and incredible darkness.
But here's the question I want to ask.
What happens if, from the time we're children, we're repeatedly shown that humanity's greatest accomplishments could only have happened through domination, fear, and suffering?
Eventually, that stops feeling like one interpretation of history.
It starts feeling like human nature.
We begin telling ourselves:
"Well... that's just how people are."
"Someone always has to be on top."
"Someone always has to lose."
"People only work together when they're forced."
Now let's imagine the opposite for just a moment.
Imagine a civilization where people genuinely believed their work mattered.
Imagine communities built around shared purpose.
Imagine leadership that inspired rather than merely commanded.
Imagine cooperation becoming the thing that built monuments instead of fear.
Would that change the way we see the past?
Maybe.
But here's the question that fascinates me even more.
Would it change the way we see ourselves?
Because here's what I think.
Most people are busy.
They've got jobs.
Bills.
Families.
Stress.
Responsibilities.
Life doesn't exactly leave a whole lot of room to sit around wondering whether the picture we've inherited of the past is the only possible picture.
And honestly...
That makes sense.
So the purpose of these articles isn't to make you comfortable.
It's almost the opposite.
It's to gently bump into the walls of certainty we've built over the years and ask...
"What if?"
Not because I'm trying to tell you what to think.
Because I'm hoping you'll remember that you still can.
I think sometimes we've become so used to accepting conclusions that we forget we're allowed to ask questions.
Real questions.
Questions that don't already have approved answers waiting for us.
Maybe that's uncomfortable.
Good.
Growth usually is.
It's kind of like someone who's covered from head to toe in dried clay.
They've worn it for so long they think the clay is who they are.
Then one day somebody simply says,
"Come step into the water with me."
At first, they're terrified.
The clay starts falling away.
They've never seen what was underneath.
They panic because they think they're losing themselves.
But the other person just smiles and says,
"No...
You're not disappearing.
That's just your skin."
That's what I'm trying to do.
Not convince you.
Not recruit you.
Not replace one belief system with another.
Just invite you into the water long enough to see what was already there underneath.
Because maybe the greatest prison isn't chains.
Maybe it's believing we already know all the questions worth asking.
And maybe...
just maybe...
the stories we inherit don't simply explain the past.
They quietly shape the future we're willing to imagine.
Love Your Silvia ❤️