Ikaism was not discovered. It was declared. It is a personal philosophy stitched together from joy, autonomy, soft ethics, and bone-deep weirdness — made by Ika, a creature of curiosity wandering through the absurd meat-space we call life.
This site exists not to preach, but to vibe. If something here resonates, take it. If not, leave it. You are not expected to agree. You are not expected to follow. You are simply invited to *consider*.
There is no prophet. No altar. No right way. Just one guiding glitch: “Be weird on purpose.”
content on this site was made by Ika, a self-aware cryptid with scissors in their bag and roadkill in their photo folder. Ika believes you are real and hopes you find joy that is truly yours.
A handcrafted reality philosophy built on stardust, autonomy, and vibes.
They are offerings. Memory fragments. Tethers. Don't worry about it.
You already did. The second you looked at this page. Welcome.
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