
An Experiment in Human Connection
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Antisocial Social Club is an experiment in human creativity and connection. For 365 days, I'm committed to sharing real talk that goes deeper than the chatter and noise of social media. I might fake my own death on social media in 2025, and if I do, this is where you'll find me instead. Please come along for the ride! No, I don't know where we're going, and I'm not sure when we'll be back. So get in, but only if you're down for a trip into creative chaos and the wild unknown.
88. spark of life
I woke up this morning to an eerily quiet house, with none of the ordinary sounds of humming or buzzing electronics - only the gentle rushing sound of wind outside, and the light tapping of rain.Â
We lost power sometime in the night. I’m guessing shortly after midnight based on the battery level ...
Mar 20, 2025
87. mindful pause
I don’t know about you but the past few days have been a bit of a bumpy ride for me.Â
Full moon lunar eclipses have a way of revealing and illuminating emotional and energetic patterns that are ready for closure, completion or release. I’ve been out of my daily posting partly due to travel (I jus...
Mar 17, 2025
86. are you okay
Once upon a time, I loved a quote that said something like: “If you slow down enough, and get quiet enough, you can touch the texture of your life.” That wasn’t it exactly, but something like that.Â
It sounds nice, right? Getting slow enough to be deeply present to what is. Getting quiet enough t...
Mar 15, 2025
85. eclipsing
I am writing this within an hour of the Virgo full moon total lunar eclipse. Honestly, I don’t really want to be writing it. I don’t want to be doing anything right now, except laying down and just letting the energy ride.Â
I’ve been weird lately. Like, something feels a little off in my brain ev...
by Amelia Travis —
Mar 14, 2025
84. gently
How does one begin again after a disruption, a rupture, or a necessary pause?Â
The answer comes to me right away, like a small bird flying right into my heart:Â
Gently.
I am sitting in Berkeley, in the magical office space of my oldest bestest friend, marveling at the grown-up lives we lead. Thei...
by Amelia Travis —
Mar 12, 2025
83. birth of maleficent
I promised the other day that I’d share the story of the birth of Maleficent - how this powerful force of dark feminine energy came to reside within me, or how I came to know Her, and what she has given me in terms of freedom from some of my own fears.Â
This vision took place during an EMDR thera...
by Amelia Travis —
Mar 09, 2025
82. melancholy
Maybe it’s the flu stealing the air from my lungs, or Neptune at the anaretic 29Âş mark, but today was a really tough day. The fatigue I’m experiencing is so severe that I actually wondered to myself today, “Is this it for me? Am I dying?”Â
I feel like I need to write from the gut today and not pu...
Mar 08, 2025
81. nightmares
I'm still laid out with the death-flu, and it has me navigating some strange places in the dream realms.
Last night, I dreamed of three aspects of self: a young innocent maiden, La Loba (Wolf Woman, She Who Knows), and Maleficient, my inner protector. In the dream realm, La Loba came in the form ...
by Amelia Travis —
Mar 07, 2025
80. underworld (it's okay)
Imagine my voice arriving to you with an otherworldly timber, a vibratory essence of gravitas, heavy with meaning and mystery…
as if it’s echoing against the walls of a subterranean cavern, merging with the sounds of water droplets; cold shivers dancing with flickering firelight.Â
HELLO FROM THE ...
Mar 06, 2025
79. sick day
It finally got me. The kids have been down with the flu off and on for nearly two weeks, then a few days ago my mother in law and sister in law came to visit from the United States.Â
Over the past two years, I’ve observed that when anyone flies (especially internationally) it is nearly guaranteed...
Mar 04, 2025
78. sabotage
I used to describe some of my behavior as self-sabotage, but a few years ago, I stopped.Â
One of my beloved friends (and wise teachers), Irene Morning, heard me describing a behavior pattern as self-sabotage, and invited me to consider my actions from another perspective: to see every choice as s...
by Amelia Travis —
Mar 03, 2025
77. young love
I thought my first boyfriend was love, and when we broke up, I cried for weeks. But after the puppy love came a relationship which shattered my previous understanding of the depth of affection two people could share.Â
His name was John Thomas Douglas Dittmer, Tom for short, and he was beautiful. ...
by Amelia Travis —
Mar 02, 2025
memoir
