This is not destructive chaos.
It’s apparent chaos —
an external disorganization hiding a deeper invisible order.
I lived through this [chaos].
I crossed it.
And I let it teach me.
It all begins here.
Before the surgery.
Before the rupture.
There was already a collapse.
Silent.
Gradual.
A slow erosion of the old “me”.
Of structures.
Of beliefs.
Of certainties.
The 4 Acts
Act I: [chaos]
The before.
The accumulation.
The slowing of breath.
The sense that everything is withdrawing.
It’s the quiet preparation before the shift.
That moment when life begins to fragment,
without saying it out loud.
Act II: code of [chaos]
The moment.
The threshold.
What some call a near-death experience.
But it wasn’t death.
It was a reconfiguration.
No secret was revealed.
I was reconnected to a vaster memory.
Not with words.
But with shapes.
welcome to my World of [chaos]
The door to my Univers opens
Rhythms.
Silences.
The code wasn’t explained.
It was imprinted.
Act III: [chaos] code
The return.
I came back with breath—
but not the same gaze.
Not the same structure.
That’s when I started placing the pieces.
No theories.
No beliefs.
Just a puzzle I don’t control,
but I can feel.
Each text.
Each image.
Each space… becomes a bridge.
Act IV: the code
This is no longer a story.
It’s a living protocol.
A language that transmits without teaching.
A field that opens if you’re ready.
A system that belongs to no one,
but resonates in everyone.
This code is not meant to be understood.
It’s meant to be absorbed.
And to act.
Welcome to the [chaos].
And into the code.
You don’t need to believe.
You don’t need to do.
Only to feel if something,
here,
starts vibrating inside you.
💫🪐 Welcome 🌎💫