3/25 Knowledge of Self
Today’s Mathematics for March 25th (3/25):
Knowledge of Self through Power & Wisdom (3/2/5=10=1)
Wisdom (3), Power/Refinement (2), Power (5)
→ 3 + 2 + 5 = 10 → 1 (Knowledge)
Wisdom (3) is right action, the ability to move in alignment with understanding. It's how knowledge shows and proves.
Power/Refinement (2) is strength—mental, physical, spiritual—but also the discipline to refine that power, to purify it.
Power (5) reappears as confirmation. It’s the spark, the force to build or destroy, depending on how it's wielded.
The sum is 10, reduced to 1—Knowledge.
Today is the cycle completing and beginning again. The culmination of strength, wisdom, and discipline gives birth to pure awareness. You are the vessel of divine sight today.
This is a day to refine your actions, focus your strength, and return to clarity. Let what you've done, endured, and built bring you back to the source of it all—Knowledge of Self.
How are you choosing to activate your power today?
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March 25, 2025
Creativity: Fair ~ Love: Good ~ Business: Good
Big Sis, Birthdays, and the Exit from the Ordinary
Today is my big sister’s birthday!
I always get weirdly self-conscious about wishing people happy birthday. I don’t know why—it just feels strange stepping out from the shadows of my comfort zone to deliver well-wishes. Like, who gave me permission to be this cheerful out loud?
And don’t even get me started on social media birthday reminders. They can feel pretty fake—especially if you exercise even a sprinkle of internet privacy. I’ve got plenty of fake info on my accounts because, well, scammers are out here phishing like it’s bass season.
Yes, that makes it harder for some friends and family to find me online—but honestly, if finding me is that hard... are we really that close?
Anyway, today is my sister’s birthday—and no, I still don’t trust the internet. But besides all that, today feels like a shift.
I showered and shaved last night, so I’m waking up feeling fresh and clean. Since stepping away from the 9-to-5 grind two months ago, my wardrobe priorities have slipped way down the totem pole. Think: hoodie-heavy rotation, sweatpants on standby.
I haven’t worn my rings (besides my wedding band) in weeks. My cowboy boots are collecting dust. Dress shirts? Please. What even are those?
This transition I’m going through? It’s one of the hardest yet. Why? Because now I’m shedding negativity—not just stuff. In past transformations, life took away things I thought I needed: jobs, money, friendships. And I mourned every one of them like they were vital organs.
What I didn’t realize then was that life was clearing space. It wasn’t punishing me—it was preserving me.
Now, I see the signs before they strike. I read the waves. I saw this transition coming months ago and made peace with it before it even arrived. That preparation let me walk with the change instead of being dragged behind it like a soggy paper towel in a river.
I feel like I’ve regained control—by paying attention, by listening to the whisper before it turns into a roar.
I knew my time at the credit union was winding down. The job had started to rot from the inside. That quiet animosity I felt every morning? It wasn’t a motivator. It was mental necrosis.
At some point, the resentment overtakes the resolve. And when that balance tips, it’s time to go.
My long stint in the corporate world was heavily influenced by my father—a company man, true to the core. He didn’t just retire once; he did it four times, from four different companies (one of them twice). The man was loyal, no question.
So I tried to follow his path. I thought maybe it would earn me his approval—or at least, help me understand his language. But it only made me hate myself a little more every day. I was living a double life, priding myself on being a shapeshifter, until I realized I was slowly erasing who I really was.
I was always a fringe kid. Drawn to the strange. Curious about the forbidden. No wonder I found myself elbow-deep in the occult and reading apocryphal texts while others were cozying up to mainstream belief systems.
I’ve always wanted to know how the machine works—not just use it.
And you know what? I’m grateful for the friction that led me here. That quiet discontent? It pushed me into deeper waters. It made me question everything “they” told us to believe. It taught me the art of seeking—and the power of knowing what they don’t want you to.
If I hadn’t gone through all of that?
I might’ve swallowed the societal Kool-Aid and joined the mainstream parade of the mindless.
But now? I can’t believe anything without research and reflection of my own.
And honestly, I don’t want to.
I’m thankful for the pain.
It refined me.
It gave me shape.
It woke me up.
It made me the man I am—whole, aware, and finally, fully me.
