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Weekly Contest #342
Transmission Without Curriculum Can intimacy be a legitimate teacher of intuitive knowing? Some teachers do not teach with words.Some students do not arrive seeking lessons.Sometimes intuition moves between two people as recognition—not instruction, not possession, but transmission. This is the kind of knowing that does not announce itself. It does not carry a syllabus or demand comprehension. It arrives quietly, through the body first, through resonance, through the subtle agreement between two nervous systems that recognize safety, memory,...
Weekly Contest #318
Title: I Don’t Belong Here⸻SPOTLIGHT on RITA.She sits in a simple chair, rosary beads in hand.The world beyond her voice is only suggested—light, shadow, faint sounds.⸻RITAThe lo-fi chalet alarm woke me that morning.Not jarring. Gentle.Like it knew my heart was too raw for anything else.I opened my eyes to a burnt-out candle by my bed—Divino Niño.It had gone out on its own, and I thought,of course it did.Friday.The day San Miguel takes the fight.So I prayed. Five mysteries, five intentions.One for the Pope and the Church.One for my parents.O...
Weekly Contest #317
August 22, 2025 Yesterday, I arrived in New York City. As I wrestled with two suitcases, six yellow roses and a backpack down the subway stairs, a kind MTA worker opened the gate for me without asking me to pay. On the F train toward Queensbridge, I asked, “Is this the LIC-bound train?” A man muttered yes. A woman, gentler, reassured me: “YES.” Next to her sat the sweetest Rose I have ever met. A Taurus, like my sister and my son. Her mother’s name? Destiny. A Gemini, like me. And—sharing a birthday with my Abuelo. I offer Rose a yellow Ros...
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