The Science of Meditation: A Soul Manifesto

By Dutchess @Deldeyoch

What

am I but a fleeting presence?
What is mine but an aching absence?
Are we not both mind and matter,
With breath as the guide to our soul's essence?

Fear, anger, jealousy, & revenge roam freely in the mind,

Lurking in the shadows, waiting to elude the present moment.
Gradually, these forces tighten their grip,
Shaping our identity, pulling us away—
Back and forth between the past and the future,
Until they own us completely.

Be still, and know that I am God.

Profound in its simplicity, eternally true.
Yet, how rarely do we practice it.
The act of sitting still, confronting oneself,
Terrifies us more than we care to admit.

This too shall pass.

Deeper reflection reveals its hidden treasure:
Everything changes, every experience evolves.
Yet the present remains timeless, unchanging.
Only the present is real.

Spirituality begins with acceptance—
The gentle acknowledgment of one's ego,
Free from judgment, free from reaction.
Tolerance, compassion, and peace
Are not weaknesses but empowerment.

True self-esteem emerges through alertness,
Mindfulness, and profound awareness.
Through awareness, we begin to see ourselves clearly:
The roles we play, the masks we wear, the stories we tell.

As we tame and purify the mind,
Our reactive impulses weaken.
We learn to endure the discomfort of presence,
Gradually surrendering to stillness,
Transparency, and the quiet power of non-reactivity.

Awareness and equanimity quiet the force of thought.
Meditation cleanses the mind, awakening the soul.
It illuminates the present moment,
Where awareness meets intelligence,
Consciousness meets clarity,
And you become alive to truth.

You are the light of the world.
Through stillness and silence,
Your path unfolds before you.
It is only your truth that will set you free.

Joy, peace, and harmony await in the depths of presence.
From this place, you share your light through Metta Bhavana,
The extension of loving-kindness to all beings.
Compassion within is not indifference.
It is active, transformative, and deeply felt.
Only through insight do you spread love and kindness,
Rippling outward, touching hearts,
Bridging the gap between worlds.

I chose my parents,
My family,
This moment in history—
And came alive in this world,
An ancient soul
Reborn through fire and promise.

Baptized in the oldest Orthodox Christian faith,
Preserved by my ancestors
In silence, in chant, in sacred stone.
I was called.
I was chosen.
I was led—
To heal those I was assigned.

I was never meant to be.
A surprise.
Almost erased before breath.
Taken to abortion clinics,
Twice near death before the age of six
By careless hands.

But grace held me.
My soul clung to life with holy defiance.
At every stage,
I sought refuge in the village,
In nature,
In the vast universe of God.

I found wisdom in rivers,
Guidance in stars,
And surrender in silence.

Through Orthodox rituals,
Kidasse, monasteries,
Vegan living,
Volunteering for the poor—
I began to walk the quiet path of devotion.

Inspired by my father,
I honored our forefathers’ faith,
Their reverence for Earth,
Their duty to serve.

I seek truth.
Not comfort.
Not applause.
But the raw, untamed fire
That strips illusion
And baptizes the soul in knowing.

I choose burdens others cannot bear.
Because I was born to transform them—
To hold pain
And alchemize it into purpose.

I am an alchemist,
A healer,
A protector—
Of faith, love, knowledge, peace,
Sharpness, and joy.
I walk between worlds,
Transcending time,
Rooted in the eternal.

Do not let my softness fool you.
I am a spiritual warrior—
Clothed in feminine divinity,
Awakened and rising.

It is like anticipating my groom—
Not in longing, but in sacred preparation.
I tend to my soul.
I anoint my becoming.

I am interconnected,
Multidimensional,
Walking with the wisdom
Of my forefathers
Who worshipped the God
Of Earth and galaxies.

They call me many things—
Connector in the world of power,
Inspiration in solo global travel,
Diversity in academia,
Bridge in policy,
Disruptor in rooms of silence.

Some called me untamable—
Not because I fear love,
But because I refuse to shrink.

I have played many roles:
Strategist.
Seeker.
Troubleshooter.
Vision-holder.
I am focused.
Disciplined.
Aligned.
Courageous and consistent.
Playful and grounded.

I choose my safety,
Guard my privacy,
And protect my free spirit
Like sacred fire.

At my MBA graduation,
My father stood before the world
And said,
“She raised herself.”

He was right.
By 30,
I had survived silence,
Overcome hurdles,
Funded my own education—
Undergrad in an emerging land,
Graduate school across oceans.

I celebrated in a church full of joy,
In my friend’s restaurant,
In a stadium of global Ivy League graduates.

I stood
In my own home.
In my own skin.
With a career I built,
A life I shaped,
And a Bible I walk—
In remembrance of who I AM.

In my moments of success,
When I could have rested,
I asked instead:
Where can I serve?

And the answer echoed deep—
Not in the comfort of reward,
But in the shadows of my own pain.

I was to bring light
To the darkness within.
To follow the trail of my hurt,
My discomfort,
My unspoken sorrow.

I was to become
The change I sought.

I had a vision—
A whisper of suicide,
A brush with despair—
But even in that moment,
I believed.
Passionately.
Stubbornly.
Deldeyoch was born not as a brand,
But as a rebirth.

A sacred choice
To curate projects
That would inspire,
Challenge,
Motivate,
And ignite the light within—
Not just in me,
But in others.

To live in truth,
In authenticity,
In integrity—
Not inside temples of stone,
But in the wilderness.
In the wild, powerful, unpredictable life
That speaks to God
Through wind and fire.

I came to walk a path
Not cleared by man,
But guarded by purpose.
I came through a world
Interwoven with
Blocks,
Gatekeepers,
Weapons of mass destruction.

I walked among
Psychopaths and narcissists,
Pathological liars,
Collective egoic minds,
False states of being—
And unseen energetic forces
That enslave the soul
Like parasites,
Harvesting light
To destroy the Earth.

But I remembered:
Africa birthed the world.
Africa is not broken—
She is under siege.

Mother Earth is not weak—
She is wounded.
And the woman in her Feminine Divinity
Will rise again,
With the Protector Man beside her—
Not dimming her fire,
But letting it burn.

We are all interconnected.
And I am my sister’s keeper.

To love like that
Takes failure,
Again and again—
To learn not to take on
Another’s demonic spirit as your own.

It takes wisdom
To discern truth from illusion.
To listen—
Skeptically,
Intentionally.

To hold vision quietly,
To remain private and clear,
To sit with my own shadows
And not flinch.

I learned to feel all that showed up,
To not bypass pain,
To not fear the dark.

To let it strip me
Back to truth.
Back to light.
Back to love.

 By Dutchess@deldeyoch