Ancient Clues, Modern Amnesia 🏺📱
"Myths are public dreams, and dreams are private myths." — Joseph Campbell
At some point
I stopped reading the lines on my palm
and let the glow of the screen
convince me it knew better.
Hours lost,
scrolling,
as if wisdom came packaged
in someone else’s caption.
Meanwhile,
the answers waited,
silent, carved into the bones
I refused to touch.
There was a time when wisdom wasn’t Googled.
It was etched into stone.
Breathed into firelight stories.
Embedded in rituals, symbols, and dreams.
The ancients didn’t have apps.
But they had archetypes.
They didn’t have therapists.
They had myths.
And somehow… they knew.
“They left us clues in myths, carved in stone; yet we scroll past searching for answers.”
They knew about grief. And ego. And shame.
They knew how power corrupts, how desire distorts, how fear seduces.
They knew the soul isn’t just emotional. It’s structured.
Structured like story.
Not random. Not surface-level. Not fast.
But layered. Patterned. Deep.
We think we’ve evolved because we can stream documentaries on consciousness and neuroscience.
But in many ways, we’ve just replaced meaning with information.
We scroll past the sacred, looking for the viral.
We skip the hard questions in favor of ten-step hacks.
But truth doesn’t work like that.
Healing doesn’t either.
What we call "modern problems" often have ancient roots.
And the tools? They were left for us. Right there. In the cave paintings. The parables. The symbols we now label “primitive.”
Primitive? No.
They weren’t primitive.
They were precise. And we forgot how to read.
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Try this:
Pick a myth. Any myth.
Greek. Norse. Indigenous. Biblical. Doesn’t matter.
Then ask:
“What part of me is represented in this story?”
The one who betrays? The one who hides? The one who suffers? The one who burns everything down?
Then write:
“This character lives in me. What is it trying to teach me?”
You’re not reading mythology.
You’re decoding yourself.
You don’t need to look further.
You need to look deeper.
The answers aren’t hiding. They’re encoded.
In myths. In memories. In metaphors.
They were never meant to be obvious.
They were meant to be earned. Felt. Lived.
So stop scrolling past the sacred.
Sit with it.
Let it speak in riddles. Let it challenge your logic. Let it reshape your questions.
Because somewhere in those old stories is a map back to yourself.
What’s a myth, story, or symbol that found you when you needed it most?
Maybe it wasn’t even from a sacred text. Maybe it was from a movie. A book. A moment of synchronicity.
What did it awaken in you?
Share it with us. Let’s rebuild a sacred library… together.
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If you think these gentle words cut deep, wait until you read Shadow Thoughts. That’s where I let the truth bleed without cleaning it up for anyone.
