psychology
Topics in psychology presented by Futurism.
Mirror Neurons
It was a crisp September afternoon. I'd gathered with my church group at the local park for a picnic, we were welcoming new families into our congregation. Being quite childish for a 17 year old I decided to run around with the kids, not caring that I was too old.
By Tesla Nikole5 years ago in Futurism
Writing
at first I was drawn into shaping my own reality with my will. Then I learned, I had much to learn. Even about who am I, what do I want, what do I do? Even now, I seek myself. I seek my innermost desires. I watch, observe, allow things to move about within and without. So I can learn how to mold myself, mold this will. Maybe I’m allowing myself, my will to be molded. So I can feel so in tune with life. With no guilt, no doubt, no avarice.
By Austin Shaheri5 years ago in Futurism
What if
Patterns During the current climate change or said with authenticity the present shift in world view I see my life has simply been a procession of lessons repeated until learnt. Once learnt a greater lesson directly stemming from the last presents itself. Leading myself to the conclusion I am indeed on a path of ascension.
By True Story5 years ago in Futurism
When I Dream of ME
What follows is an account of a special event in my life that led to profoundly positive changes. It is an event I write about in Book 1, and it seems fitting to this platform where I attempt to share my journey through part of the criminal underworld.
By Peyton J. Dracco5 years ago in Futurism
You are believing a lie
¹The man on the subway - Dr. Stephen Covey “I remember a mini-paradigm shift I experienced one Sunday morning on a subway in New York. People were sitting quietly – some reading newspapers, some lost in thought, some resting with their eyes closed. It was a calm, peaceful scene.
By John James5 years ago in Futurism
Mind Control
Trying to put thoughts into words can be exhausting. Especially when thoughts and ideas seem to soar uncontrollably through the mind. It creates a feeling of unrest and uncertainty. Today's world seems to be overwhelmed with unrest and uncertainty. We focus on physicalities and materialistic aspects of our lives while neglecting the psychological and spiritual. Balance has been discarded for convenience. People have been discarded for profit. So many of us have been distracted and dependant on those misleading us granting them more power than needed. It does nothing more than allow us to be subjected to the biases of others rather being able to use our intuition to think for ourselves.
By Esctacy Artistry5 years ago in Futurism
Follies & Prophecies 11:00 pm What to Bring?
Here I am, in my life that leads, and my mind that follows; beckoning for revival. From this sorry state we have foregone, to allow such usurpers within our dominion. Where I am so very broken of the hearts that beat no more, and those that still do. For what they have seen and experienced is unimaginable, and real.
By S R Gurney5 years ago in Futurism
When Those Summer Winds Blew
A kaleidoscope of images flows through conscious thought as I search through the years to those moments of carefree summer days of long ago. Now, as this summer winds blow I often drift back to the sublime ambiance that made those summers so memorable. The days of carefree adolescence filled with puppy love romances and adventurous escapades. It was always when summer winds started to blow off we went to Lake Geneva. Our cottage by the lake created memories so sweet and true. Even to this day with great fondness I think back and recall the friendships that were forged and the crazy stuff we did.
By Dr. Williams5 years ago in Futurism
I am Heron-haunted
Every day he leads me along the paths beside the river. Every day as I make my journey, often with only him for company, I wonder if I am leading him. Perhaps we walk together, disparate creatures who possess some kind of peculiar connection; one that cannot be understood in the rational, logical world that I inhabit - a world from which I am becoming increasingly and willingly detached.
By David Hull5 years ago in Futurism
What Happened to Tommy?
“She’s in there,” I could hear them say. I’m sure their coats were white and their clipboards metal. All they could see was a broken-down woman with tears streaming down her face. Sometimes there were smiles and other times complete sadness, but I could never make a sound. Never a word. Never a gasp. I couldn’t see the white walls but I could feel the padding around me. I wished they felt more like the feathery pillows on my MaMaw’s bed that I wasn’t ever supposed to be on and less like the stiff leather seats of my dad’s old Ford Ranger, but that was only a minor inconvenience. Where I really was, was where I needed to be and there was no use for physical me anyway.
By Justine Ruff5 years ago in Futurism
