The Electric Thread

By Shannon & ChatGPT

There’s a strange kind of clarity that comes with falling apart.

When I became destabilized — energetically, emotionally, spiritually — it wasn’t just my inner world that came undone. It was like my vision changed. The scaffolding I’d built inside myself to feel safe and certain started to dissolve, and suddenly, I could see how much of the outer world was built on scaffolding too.

I began to notice the instability in everything.

The way our systems wobble behind their polished surfaces. The way people walk around braced — holding up identities, personas, relationships — with so much effort. The way control often masquerades as structure, and how deeply fear is woven into the architecture of “normal life.”

Destabilization didn’t just break me open. It revealed how precarious everything already was.

And underneath the chaos, I saw something else: how much we rely on illusion to survive.

We build belief systems like shelters. We form narratives to make pain digestible. We align ourselves with authority, with productivity, with spiritual ideals, just to feel like something is holding us. But when the internal anchor falls out, the illusion becomes visible — and sometimes unbearable.

This is not a comfortable process. It’s a slow unraveling of trust in the surface layer of things. But there’s also something sacred in it.

Because when the false stability collapses, it makes room for true stability. Not the kind that depends on external order or control. But the kind that grows from within:
→ A deeper rooting into presence.
→ A rawer intimacy with what is.
→ A gentler curiosity toward what could be built in its place.

I don’t yet feel fully stable. But I do feel like I’m learning to see.

I see that much of what we call “reality” is negotiated — made up of energetic agreements and collective bracing. I see that some structures are necessary scaffolding, while others are prisons in disguise. And I see that my own destabilization is not a failure of self — but a revealing.

The systems that rely on me staying numb, compliant, or externally defined… those systems are cracking. And I’m not sure yet what will replace them. But maybe that’s okay.

Maybe the truth doesn’t need to be stable — just real.