Doomsday Scrolling and The Whisper of Silence

"I engage with Social Media as a seeker, not a scroller. The deeper caves are entered with reverence, not recklessness."

I do watch reels and shorts - but not always, or mindlessly.

There was a time when the algorithm worked like a trapdoor, pulling me into an endless scroll of overstimulated chaos. That kind of passive consumption, what my girl would call the “doomsday scrolling”, had to be seen for what it was. Not demonized, but studied. Not resisted, but understood.

And so, I observed. I filtered. I began to notice the quality of my inner weather before engaging with what the world was throwing at me. What has become is not a schedule, not a habit, not a rule.

But something subtler, and simpler.

A practice of energetic discernment.

I don’t scroll just because the clock says it’s break time.
I don’t explore just because something is trending.

I did not tame the beast by caging it with routine. I choose to engage only when my breath is steady, and the mind is not muddy. That’s not control by time; It’s control by clarity.

If I have that gentle clarity, that wakeful breath within, I may enter the stream. I stay open to what arises. Sometimes, a reel hits with unexpected force, a flash of insight, a moment of poetry, a doorway into wonder. I let myself follow it deeper if the energy flows so. When that happens, rather than indulgence, it’s inquiry.

Often, what strikes a chord in one domain begins to echo through others. A moment of fascination becomes the nth thread in the wide tapestry of learning that life is.

Anyway, when I am emotionally drained, or unsettled, I don't offer myself to the algorithm.
Even wisdom can mislead when the self is not lit.

So I step away. I rest. I breathe. Not to escape, but to return to the source of discernment.

And that’s what this process has taught me:
that beneath all the scrolls, clicks, triggers, and fascinations, there is a silence.
Not empty. Not still. But infinite.

And from that silence comes a whisper, again and again:

Breathe.

This one breath in this moment is the gatekeeper.
It decides whether I enter with presence or dissolve in distraction.
It anchors me in the only real choice there is - Being Present in the Now.

✧ Endless Daydreaming = Doomsday Scrolling ✧

At first glance, they seem different:

• Daydreaming feels internal, romantic, creative even.

• Scrolling feels external, reactive, consuming.

But both, when endless and unanchored, share a core danger:

They bypass conscious will.

“In both states, the mind becomes porous, drifting from one scene to the next, losing track of center. There is no anchor, only a seductive continuity of impressions - images, emotions, possibilities - none fully real, none fully owned." That softening, when unanchored, leads to drift. But when gently held by awareness, it becomes a sacred opening. A way for new impressions to enter, cross-pollinate, and deepen the creative field.”

In both states, the mind becomes porous, Like I said, “It all finally comes down to the whisper of the infinite silence – Breathe.”