Truth is the daughter of time
The Unexpected Gift of Getting Sick
Today is literally the end of the first week of December 2025. Do you realize what that means?
I still remember going on a school trip to Paris around 1990, where there was this giant digital clock counting down to the year 2000 (and no, of course I have no pictures - I didn’t have a phone, lol).
Me and my friends were all naively smiling, saying: “I’ll be 26 in the year 2000!”
Well… I’m still here (one of them is not 😪).
And now it’s about to be 2026 and I’m turning 52.
Fucking living hell. Get outta here 😣
Not much has happened this week, mainly because I’ve been really ill 🤒. I haven’t been this sick since February 2022 when I had the so-called Covid; this time it was “just” the flu 🫠. It hit on Monday midday and kept me hostage between the bed and the sofa until Thursday evening, when I finally started to resemble a human again. Friday and Saturday were softer, and today I seem back to normal.
The perks of working for yourself: you don’t need permission to rest.
The downside: you can’t “create” when you can barely keep yourself alive.
I had a beautiful Advent idea planned for December - The Phal-losophic Advent Calendar with 25 penetrative Truths, one per day. The plan was to read a Stoic quote and offer a reflection on my subscription page (yes, naked 😉).
But of course I fell ill on the 1st of December. And honestly? I took it as a sign.
I needed to stop.
The Saturday before, I had gone to an Ayurvedic consultation because I’m fed up of being fed up… about being fed up… about being fed up. Something in my lifestyle has not been working for a few years now.
My skin has been one of the symptoms and - hear me out - one week in, and even while ill, I swear my skin already feels better after just a couple of changes (Placebo effect? Most likely 🙄)
So now I’m grateful for the flu.
It forced me to stop.
(And yes, I also lost the two extra kilos I gained eating donuts out of stress and now I am at a magic number 55.5. Small mercies.)
I’ll make the first video tonight, but don’t expect me to read seven quotes in one go.
That Jolly Spirit
Maybe you’ve already decorated and done the whole Christmas jazz. I haven’t.
And I’m not looking forward to it.
Why, Scrooge? Well… nothing new 😆
I have a lot coming up in the next calendar year (and for me the real new year begins in Spring, just so you know). I haven’t posted a new YouTube video since The Beast one, and I’ve seen comments asking if I’m quitting, so I’ll make an update soon.
The number of subscribers keeps dropping, as it should. People don’t like change.
If you subscribe to a belly dancer and suddenly she starts boxing… you’d leave too.
No hard feelings.
I keep repeating this in the newsletter, but people subscribe to things they never open. They don’t even read me saying: “Please unsubscribe if you’re not interested.”
It’s quite funny actually.
And now… Truth
So much of what I’m moving into now - both online and in real life - is Truth. I’m absolutely obsessed with that bloody word. And guess what? I’ve got backup. Jesus. Yes, that Jesus, whispering: “The truth will set you free.”
And because truth is having a moment in my life (and maybe in yours too?), here’s a little reflection for you to read through and reflect on if you fancy.
Truth is not a fact, an opinion, or a feeling that happens to match your narrative.
Truth is an archetypal force.
An element of the Divine.
A language your soul speaks fluently even when your ego refuses to listen.
Truth doesn’t care about your comfort.
Truth cares about your liberation.
It arrives when time has stripped away the illusions you were clinging to, the roles you hid behind, the coping mechanisms you romanticized, the stories that no longer hold.
That’s why Truth is the daughter of Time.
Time doesn’t create truth.
It simply reveals what was always there.
Truth undresses you.
Peels off what isn’t real.
And leaves you standing face-to-face with the only thing you can trust:
the part of you that cannot lie.
What happens when you don’t face the Truth?
There are consequences. Energetic, psychological and physical ones. You start leaking power, your soul starts craving attention. It turns into a negotiation between your soul and your mind and every time you keep refusing to look your shadows in the eye… you drain your vitality and weaken the life force that you are trying to pursue or protect.
Anyways, lovely reader, I wish you a wonderful Sunday evening and a glorious second week of December. That’s all from me today.
Much love,
Rose 🌹
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