Hi, I’m Hopper. I’m a spiritual coach. I’ve dedicated my life to the gut wrenching process of dismantling indoctrination through radical self-honesty. It was necessary for my own survival. It’s a process that never ends. It’s a road worth walking. Let me show you.
How we define the self is extremely subjective, expressed in a wide range of ways across different cultures and then more locally in the heart and mind of different people and groups. While I won’t be specifically looking at documented presentations across cultures, I will, however, be delving into philosophy and theory behind the ontology, perception, and expression of self and selfness,
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...
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...
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...
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...
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. ...
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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...
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...
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...
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...
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. ...
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...
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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.