Form Oracle

Writing, music, art, and spiritual mentoring, to bring something honest into the world. I’m tired of the bullshit. And, honestly, I think the “universe” is getting pretty tired of the bullshit, too.

Stop looking for freedom by polishing cages.

Start tearing the cages apart.

You can’t go after what you want if you’re still chasing what you were told to want. First you have to learn to hear yourself. Then you can set a path.

I bring a diverse collection of knowledge and experience to help people move through transitional moments and become something more true to what they want to be. Which most often means realizing what you already are. Whether you’re looking for a new identity after the kids have moved out, are switching careers, just got out of a long relationship, or you’re simply tired of playing the game and you need to discover a truer you, that’s what I’m here to help you with.

About Me

Hopper Stone

Hello. I’m an Autistic savant. I’m a cult survivor. A writer. Musician. I was the Vice President of a newspaper and web app development company for over five years. I’ve worked a number of other careers. And it’s time for me to help people on their own journey.

I’m in-tuned with things that most people are not. And I’ve dedicated my life to the gut wrenching process of dismantling indoctrination through uncompromising self-honesty. Which has pissed a lot of people off lol. But, it was necessary for my own survival. I’d like to share with you what I’ve learned. To help you find the questions that break away whatever indoctrination you come from. Regardless what it is. Bring down the walls. Destroy the cage. Scream into the nothing. Expand. Become. Find each other. Imperfectly. Together.

It will not be the “path of enlightenment” you have been told about. It will be honest, gritty, often times downright unattractive, and always real. It’s a process that never ends. It’s a road worth walking. Let me show you.

Mentoring Program

My mentoring program is designed to take people through a process of self-discovery aimed at uncovering what socially constructed lies the person is operating under for the sake of revealing the real YOU lingering in the shadow of a world that never could have predicted what you would be. Followed by action based strategies for building a life that is purposefully in sync with the real you.

Stop under-valuing your own perspective.
Stop submitting to the systems and perspectives you passively inherited.
Stop suppressing your truth.
Do not bow to anyone.

You are the center of power in your life.
You are the oracle with divine knowledge of self.
You are the author of your world.

It’s time to become what you already are.

Blog

The Art of Blasphemy

A lot of people make a lot of promises for things that they actually can't control. Things that sound perfect but that betray the very nature of what is. People coming offering a constance that in it's actuality is as unavailable as it is ill advised. Life and meaning...

Holy Light

I am the fire that wakesThe sleeping beastIn the dead of nightWhen the justice fails I am the quaking that marksWhen the change must comeOr the house will fallOn the children I am the inner screamTo remind the smallOf the power they'veForgotten I am the remnant of...

I Am a Small Thing

I looked down at the colony of ants amused.  There they were bustling about, busy with the day’s work.  I said, “why do you bustle about in such a hurry?  You travel along these single file lines that you create carrying materials back and forth. ...

The Pepsi Question

I was once at a close friend’s house. He was an atheist, but used to be a christian. I was agnostic, but used to be christian. We were sitting in his living room, where we both spent a strong majority of our time, and casually he said, “what do you think about god?” I...

The Window

I’m sitting in my chair looking out the window. I’m not particularly sure why. It’s dark outside, and there’s not really much to see. I’m more resting my eyes upon the absence to afford me a glimpse into my thought. Into myself. What am I? All things are the...

Safe

On the first day of the storm there was thunderThe frame shookThe glass crackedAnd the child cried for her motherAnd the mother criedAnd the father crackedAnd the glass blew away in the windAs the days passedAnd the storm ragedAnd the father grewAnd the mother hidAnd...

The Demon’s Whisper

If he speaks out loudHe loses his voiceSo the demon whispersIn the deep darkWhere everyone can hear himAnd no one can name his words

Badlands

I can see the metrics but ICan't accept the consequencesHolding me to the deepest regionsSeparating me from the massesA glass panel reachesFrom the sky to the deepestSeason to season dryThe horizon creeps I can reach itIf I tryAlone in the thicknessDot connects to...

Sunshine

I wrote this song as a prayer. I was so tired of platitudes, blame, excuses, people just generally doing anything and everything they could to avoid acknowledging that pain has a rightful place in the human experience. This was more than a decade before anyone had...

Reckoning

This song was written to highlight the subjectivity by which truth is defined and call into question systems of power which, in order to maintain themselves, have dispensed notions of sovereignty over truth unequally and with bias. Specifically I'm looking at the...
Reckoning

Reckoning

This song was written to highlight the subjectivity by which truth is defined and call into question systems of power which, in order to maintain themselves, have dispensed notions of sovereignty over truth unequally and with bias. Specifically I'm looking at the...

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Sunshine

Sunshine

I wrote this song as a prayer. I was so tired of platitudes, blame, excuses, people just generally doing anything and everything they could to avoid acknowledging that pain has a rightful place in the human experience. This was more than a decade before anyone had...

read more
Badlands

Badlands

I can see the metrics but ICan't accept the consequencesHolding me to the deepest regionsSeparating me from the massesA glass panel reachesFrom the sky to the deepestSeason to season dryThe horizon creeps I can reach itIf I tryAlone in the thicknessDot connects to...

read more
Safe

Safe

On the first day of the storm there was thunderThe frame shookThe glass crackedAnd the child cried for her motherAnd the mother criedAnd the father crackedAnd the glass blew away in the windAs the days passedAnd the storm ragedAnd the father grewAnd the mother hidAnd...

read more
The Window

The Window

I’m sitting in my chair looking out the window. I’m not particularly sure why. It’s dark outside, and there’s not really much to see. I’m more resting my eyes upon the absence to afford me a glimpse into my thought. Into myself. What am I? All things are the...

read more
The Pepsi Question

The Pepsi Question

I was once at a close friend’s house. He was an atheist, but used to be a christian. I was agnostic, but used to be christian. We were sitting in his living room, where we both spent a strong majority of our time, and casually he said, “what do you think about god?” I...

read more

Talk to me

It’s ok to be who you are, and to talk to me however it is that you talk to people. It is also ok to hide. It is ok to be bold. It is ok to be nervous. It is ok to sound shiny or crusty. It is ok to sound like you come from the tower. It is ok to sound like you come from the street. It is ok to be you in this space. I would love to find out who that is. What do you need today? Please, let me hear you.

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