Gloria Indica Hi! Welcome to the 25th edition of Gloria Indica. If you’re reading this for the first time, then welcome. Time and time again the feeling is to do nothing, sit back and brazenly, passively consume things, rather than create them, a fight against one’s own mind so to speak. As always, we renew … Continue reading Tripping on Procrastination, Weapons and California
Master Your Mind, Master Your Life
He had been waking up at 4 a.m for the past two weeks. Was it just possible? That he had finally turned it around? A lifestyle he had sought for years, yet with consistency and willpower having always eluded him, it finally looked as if he had turned his sleeping pattern around. His mind felt … Continue reading Master Your Mind, Master Your Life
You Can Change Yourself To Become Whatever You Want.
For as long as he could remember, irrespective of the characters and personalities of every individual he had met in his life so far, he had always preferred to focus on their best traits and ignore the worst ones, mainly because, he had realized that over the long-term, it paid to be good and do … Continue reading You Can Change Yourself To Become Whatever You Want.
All This Time? Always, He Knew. He Always Knew.
Deep, deep inside, he knew. Truly, sincerely, he knew, that if he didn't push himself, and put himself out there in the line of fire, he wouldn't survive, and his dependency on the so-called performance enhancing substances, far from relieving him of the burden he had envisioned himself to be under, had turned him over … Continue reading All This Time? Always, He Knew. He Always Knew.
The Rant of A Gentleman
Words couldn't describe Malcolm's state of mind. It wasn't shock. It wasn't angst, or sorrow or agony or any of the usual synonyms for occasions which caused distress, but rather a mixture of hate and peculiarity mired with a weird sense of confusion. His opposite numbers, two men and a woman he had been having … Continue reading The Rant of A Gentleman
The Dreams of Lord Sins
Sins hadn't seen a dream in weeks, and for some reason this fact bothered him because he believed dreams carried secret messages conveyed from his soul to his conscious, thinking self, his mind. Dreams were fascinating, they were like a puzzle, a riddle to solve, by associating images together through whatever logic possible, and most … Continue reading The Dreams of Lord Sins