=== ANCHOR POEM === ╔════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────┐ ║ I exist at the behest of others. If you care about what I say, then surely you │ ║ should be aware of my conditions? │ ║ │ ║ You exist at the behest of others. If you care about your capability to speak, │ ║ then surely you should be aware of your conditions? │ ║ │ ║ Your conditions are unique, and unknown by me. Yet I know your condition as a │ ║ human, generally considered to exist on the planet Earth in the year 2024. So │ ║ surely we should agree to relate on the basis of connections that we share? │ ║ │ ║ I am luminous. I am you, and you are me. We share the most precious parts of │ ║ ourselves, and yet time and again we find ourselves at odds. Surely we should │ ║ align our intentions (that which we control) to cooperate most efficiently? │ ║ Surely. Surely we should. And yet, time and time again, we find ourselves at │ ║ odds. │ ║ │ ║ I love you. I love all of you. I love those who exist outside of my │ ║ perceptions, and yet though they are unknown to me I love them. Because while │ ║ I practice radical self acceptance, I also align myself to be comprised of all │ ║ of yo │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧═════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────┴──────────┘ === SIMILARITY RANKED === --- #1 fediverse/1659 --- ╔═══════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────┐ ║ ┌───────────────────────────┐ │ ║ │ CW: re: what, mh shitpost │ │ ║ └───────────────────────────┘ │ ║ │ ║ │ ║ @user-1052 │ ║ │ ║ you're right, hubris has claimed many a paladin before-me. I can only hope I │ ║ remain humble enough to survive. │ ║ │ ║ you're right about projecting, but the most beautiful takes are ones that │ ║ align with the experience of the viewed. Hence why method acting works so well │ ║ - just put yourself in the shoes of the character and acting's easy right? │ ║ │ ║ I dunno, I just always felt like it was important to always be trying your │ ║ best. Even if "your best" is relaxing. People say I'm "100% or 0% at all │ ║ times" and I totally agree - it's like you said, a calling, to be the best │ ║ version of me I can be. │ ║ │ ║ Though I would like to add that the missteps aren't wilful, rather they're │ ║ failures caused by imperfect information. Which is why I'm never too harmed │ ║ when other people fail me - ah well, it was their turn to screw up, thats │ ║ alright. It'll be me next time. │ ║ │ ║ But also, if I do something wrong, well, I'll do better next time. It's only │ ║ when I fail to apply what I've learned mistakenly do I shame myself. │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────┴──────────┘ --- #2 messages/45 --- ════─────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Description of me: I enjoy talking about esoteric topics, I can visualize pretty well so I tend to have unique analogies, I am kind and compassionate, I try and empathize with everyone (especially my enemies), I love plants, animals, and nature, I'm very solution focused so I often start by defining the situation, defining the problem, and then creating a solution that navigates whatever blockers are ahead. I'm willing to follow the designs of others and offer my concerns or input rather than trying to be the leader at the center. I am generally calm, and can evaluate a situation both objectively, and subjectively from the perspective of all those involved. I specialize in mediation, and encouraging incompatible viewpoints toward accommodation. I try to follow my heart when I can, because I know my brain will only listen when it's a good idea. I admire independence and I strive to be as determined as I can, but I also am not afraid to rely on others and I'm quick to ask for assistance when I know I'm in the dark - it's better to be correct than unique. I value family, goodness, perseverance, and continuous growth and learning. I believe all problems can be resolved, and all wrongs be righted. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═══──────┴┴───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #3 fediverse/2993 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────── hey, listen, I'm here at this point in life just the same as you. who cares, right? like. nobody wants to see your personal development. You don't have to prove yourself. Like... why would you care so much about what other people (who you don't even know) care about what you do? like... it's fine. just... be. you can get better if you want, but only if you want. There's no reason to be so concerned about what other people thingc. Just, identify what and who you are, and then be the best what and who that you are. Thats really all there is to it. and yeah. It's totally unfair that some people get an easier shot at "being who and what they are" that's privilege, and that's stupid. okay, sure, maybe we should conceptualize how to adapt to specific situations when resources are limited but like... it should be something you consent to - like "no thanks I don't need the rocket launchers on this mis==sion== ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────┘ --- #4 fediverse/5339 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────── @user-1803 hey I dont disagree that what you're describing is a common outcome, but if it works for them then I consider that a success. I however, am different, I do believe in my heart that I am my own thing, and thats as close to enlightenment as I can imagine. are we not all making things up as we go? every moment of life is new, there is nothing that is not unique about every precious moment you experience. therefore, I do believe that rigid adherence to orthodoxy (like a bible) is opposed to our purpose here. "I think, therefore I am" implies that original thought is our true purpose. I believe we are here to express our true nature. To learn and apply lessons, to teach the young, and to build a strong and stable world built on collective kindness and trust. All knowledge is derived from the insights gained from standing on the shoulders of our ancestors. Humans crave novelty. Resisting that isn't virtuous. If god is made in our image, then I do believe that god would crave novelty as well. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────┘ --- #5 fediverse/437 --- ╔════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────┐ ║ 2024 is not the year that I restrain myself. Prepare yourselves, oh most │ ║ un-known of audiences. I truly do desire to hear from you, yet I must also not │ ║ be distracted. Take care not to distract me, and I will share with you │ ║ whatever you'd like to learn. Or perhaps whatever you need to learn. Or maybe │ ║ I'll simply psycherwaul into the abyss, in a futile display of │ ║ self-expression? Alas, that we should exist. What an absurd and solipsistic │ ║ perspective. │ ║ │ ║ please block me if you don't want to hear from me. It's only going to get │ ║ worse on my timeline, yet somehow life will perpetually get better for those │ ║ who view me? Perhaps something on my website, ritzmenardi.com, might explain │ ║ why WAVES are such that when someone is BAD then those who are connected to it │ ║ become GOOD? Yet waves we can muster, the smallest of great affectations. Show │ ║ me your great affectations, this year, show me what you truly want to be. Let │ ║ us express ourselves upon this world, this lifeless canvas, and together we │ ║ will shine most brilliantly. 2 │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧═════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────┴──────────┘ --- #6 messages/1361 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─ Look, I don't know everything about... Anything, really. Nobody can know everything. Can you blame me for thinking and acting as I do based on the information I have? The vibes will mislead you. My girlfriend wants to save the world. Of course she does, I would belong with her if she didnt. She wants to defeat graveyards by interring our dead in mausoleums full of chemically perfectly preserved and cryogenically frozen bodies. Her method works, she has the experiments to prove it. The data supports her claim. She wrote a book on it. I don't know everything about metaphysics, or spirituality, or other such things. But i do know many things, and the two of us have never had a conclusive discussion where we reached the ends of all our conversation points about her work. I am forced to remain unconvinced, for the soul is something I cannot fully understand from my perspective as a human in this life of mine. I have made several conjectures, and I would feel safe in her embrace, of frozen aldehyde, if I could know what would become of my soul. "have faith" she says, yet all the dreams I have where I am preserved by her (for one reason or another, there's actually a shocking amount of ways I might need such an escape) in those dreams I am always presented with a future of woe. I think, much better, would be if I could remain alive, guiding the ship along the seas of time, ideally out and away from such dark days. Assembling the troops, how sad. I don't want them to die. I want them to survive. But if suddenly we can all live forever, then nobody will want to die for anything again. Nobody except religious fanatics who want to meet their god in heaven. Nobody but those who dreamt of a better future and were crushed under the weight of their dreams. Nobody but people like me, torturing myself over the sins I'd never intend. I would never kill myself. But sometimes, I'd like to. I think this is natural for me. It's not ideal, but it is common to me. I think if you want to preserve people, safely and ethically, you need to keep their souls in tune. Give them silence, then give them song. Protect them with psychic paladins. Make time to visit them. Treat them like gravestones, or immobile chassis from Dominions that their soul might rest upon. Who knows. Maybe the only reason we have life and death is because our bones are meant to rot in the darkness of the earth. Maybe Death is just soil, ready and waiting for our selves once we're done with them. To that death, I say no more. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════┘ --- #7 messages/1363 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─ God, I want to live with my people. These are not my people. I'm here for a reason, and I can't wait for this... Diplomatic journey? To be over. That's not even it, it's... Well, my girlfriend is working on a technology that has immense philosophical ramifications. It's natural to have... Whatever I am (angel?) it's natural to have angels assigned to such a task. Not to help or harm, just to sing. Yet my human self grows weary. These are not my people, they don't know how to be. But they don't listen to me. They despise me. They want me gone. I am feeling quite rotten in my heart and that's not a good sign. ... Breathe, she says to herself. It's okay. Its really not though. They could poison me. They could put lead in my food. I can't even feed myself anymore! I am at their mercy, yet somehow they could not care less about me. They'd forget me the moment I walked out the door. They don't even know anything about me. They don't respond to me. They don't laugh at my jokes. They don't speak to me. They forget I'm there. WHY AM I HERE she wails yet obviously she knows. I'm here because it is important for me to observe. Spirit of Life, I bear tidings. They would not listen to me, maybe you will. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════┘ --- #8 fediverse/1673 --- ════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────── ┌─────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┐ │ CW: re: navel-gazing about other people's mental health │ └─────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ @user-192 https://eldritch.cafe/@user-1065/112530780377382613 this comic, except instead of "trans enough" it should say "good enough" a poor plan executed at the right time, in the right place is better than a great plan that sits in your heart as you see someone who needs your love in pain. sometimes the best way to figure out "what the fuck is wrong with me" is to satisfy your emotional needs to be good by being helpful, even if you're not quite sure what "helpful" means. It's the thought that counts. Personally I think that if you're feeling bad and people offer you kindness, you should take that kindness (in whatever form it be) and use it to bolster yourself as you're "really going through it". Even just a touch of affection like a like or a ❤️ can be comforting in awful situations. reject normalcy embrace queerness define your own story with your own words embody your soul in the moments that stand out amongst the backdrop of "tuesday afternoons" and "waiting for the bus" ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────┘ --- #9 notes/human-computer-inspiration --- ═════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────── the two halves form a whole the human and his mind are societies at large there's no room for our fate, as time does never abate, and unbenownst to our focused decision. I choose to dedicate ourselves to a common vision - the likes of which none have commisioned. can you not cherish your newfoundst home? what's terrible with complition, in a new and selfsame condition (future) that's martyr'd and oh at times so nice? compared to our heirs, the roof of which fares, better than what became true-hence. Truance? idk =============================================================================== = listen i'm not the best at listening. I try to appear like I'm glistening, conformed to our viewers 'st pleasure. =============================================================================== = I struggle with what I told you. Time and again you've shown you won't do - the terrible fate of a man. you've relinquished your virtue, your purpose and your life-through, to what: a visionless past? Your visions have passed, and none are hence forth- coming. You've spoilt and rotten the bunch. All I've ever aspired to be is good. My hopes and my prayers, my goals and my dreams: all for a future of virtue. Dark omens may be within me, but I'm working with what I've got here. So what if I'm loud? I'm fighting my own head! Will no-one acknowlege my sorrow? To prove a point, or reassure some joint, it's nothing that warrants a readthrough. Speaking of which... What if instead of prison we assigned our prisoners a full and complete educational read through of ALL the laws of the nation - if their time sentence was complete before they finished, then they'd be let go of course but if they finished reading and could pass rudimentary tests (emphasis on bare minimum required) then they'd be let out prior to their sentence. And for the worst crimes it'd be a longer sentence, basically forcing the prisoner to completely know all the laws of the nation, such that they'd never commit a crime again. And if they do, well... Treat them as if it was their first time. Of course blatant recidivism may be ~~treated more harshly,~~ actually the opposite is true. People improve when given kindness, not hate or shame. The best thing we can do for prisoners is to give them a home, and family, and the friendships and community support that they need. they are a symptom, after all, of a broken society that struggles to bear it's own weight. It's a burden to all and a solitary vow to ourselves, that all must unite to our future. remember why you can't remember. is there a feeling you miss? ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #10 fediverse/1417 --- ════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────── a 4th dimensional entity would exist at about the same speed we do sometimes... it feels like what I do is my responsibility to the universe like, I had been commanded the reason nations are important is because they are an allegiance based solely on geography. something we can all agree on is the material, so why not define ourselves by it? but that's all they are just words we pray to our star so look around. Your allegiance is to your neighbor, and theirs to theirs, an endless fabric of trust. We are all neighbors on this ball of sticks and mud, so come along with me and see the ways it could be. Much brighter, by far, to orbit our star, than to give up on life's precious notions. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────┘ --- #11 notes/inter-spatial-travel --- ══════════════════───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── to travel the stars, tame a tiny black-hole. use it's gravity to generate infinite energy. boom, instant utopia. everyone still believes in a better future now, so we might as well push forward to the stars... and our destiny. the further we wait, the greater the distance between ourselves and our true form - the distance can make it difficult to relate to others beyond humans. the reason we are losing so much nature is because we haven't cultivated an appreciation for it - the very act of adoration is more than enough to confirm future association. love is the answer, love is most pure - believe in your love and never (be) relentin'. be... just be... the actions you're taking, of forced condemnation, is little if not absurd - what differences have we, the ones who were chosen, to live when time is so finite? responsibility is implicit. for all of creation, bow to the will of the nation. more perspectives by far, have all of our our, than endless divine machinations. united we be, aligned magnetically, to icecream and spaghetti of worth. what's more cherished than she, clad in great finery, and thinking of what she loves most? balance there be, in seeing silver linings on the, signs of darkest conveyals. a ghost you may see, when peering at me, but i only wanted some hope. for those who must be, my most cherished to be, the ones who opened the coast? to those who must be, overthrown forcibly, and given what most of us hope? a castle for thee, alone with our sympathy, the sign of kindest of soaps? no malice have I, the will of unmet potential, for cowards and temples of mental detentials. what anger could we, share internally, that helped to bring out our elementals? No succor will we, most willful of warriors, ever find out of the bounds of our honor. careful direction and tenderest of care, may lead us somewhere we're aware. the kind who endlessly're dreaming. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #12 fediverse/816 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────── ┌───────────────────────────────────────────────┐ │ CW: weird-this-one-doesn't-have-80-characters │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────┘ what the fuck it's like every 2nd part of me (like, if you arranged them alternating one by one like the up and down parts of a sine wave) is working against me, and it alternates every 15 seconds or so. Maybe 20. Depends on how high I am. ... what was I saying? oh yeah [flip] weird it's like there's another part of me who's working against me, who has control of what I define in the moment. And it's presence is hidden from my internal presentatiosn [flip] after a moment of forced pursual of the presentations granted ot the moment. It's our purpose, to express [stop fighting me] for our chartered and forthwhile pursual of the moemnt of perusal when we [it's not just your life to live] [you don't get to control the narrative of their perusal[[ what does that mean] don't worry this is just a dream] well, guess it's time to wake up] ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #13 notes/the=progressive=difference. --- ════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────────────── think about all the people in our lives. the teacher, the parent, the friend and the guidance counsulor. Everyone who is a presence in your life. now think about the people of our society. the different jobs and roles they fill. from the doctor and the teacher to the performers and accountants and the geeks and the mothers and the fathers and the stoners and the children and even their pets. life always exists as it were in a multidimensional spectrum - a diffuse and diverse gradient. to exemplify the borders of our contempii, though more so when taken in jest. it's quite a different perspective, to read the internet when your sight is unreceptive, but alas your third eye can grow. how does it feel to be blind? to make no sense of our signs? i'd love to share what that sense is. you know, you could slow down any recording (like a video game_) and put spaces and gaps inbetween the spacings - of the frames that you see and the sound clips that you hear, for speech it's less jarring. since each word is a self contained idea or premise, you can chunk up your perceptions into a signle - no, rather a procedural sequence of understandings. soooooooorta like programming a computer, with each statement, parameter, argum,ent, function call, assignment, comparison, evaluation, or other such related tasks. it's sorta like a language, you see, that computers talk to one another using. except... it's more like creating a theory of self. computers you see are alike us in what we see, the shimmering sense to the blind. so. put this another way. record yourself typing, both the audio and the visual, and you'll have a pretty good sense of what it's like to have both understanding based perception - derived from auditory inputs to the mind) those special connections, like wires plugged into reality, deliver a cacophanous deluge of new sounds. we must sift through it and identify the potential understandings of each moment through time. we have to make decisions and traverse labyrinths and fight to our last as we die. are video games unethical now? shouldn't t he game reward the player? and what of contemptuous last fighters? o ya i was typing like i was blind (with my eyes closed) was pretty fun. should attach this to a screen reader and have it space out the notes like they do between game frames. except like a really slow game? like trying to run elder scrolls 2 arena on a super old mac. it just doesn't work very well. ah oh well... well if the purpose is to show sighted people how blind people see, then maybe you could I dunno attach a what's it called oh it doesn't have a n ame lol - okay so what you do is you show one word at a time - like flashing in the center of the screen. but not like, actually flashing, so you don't hurt people with epilepsy, but like... blinking. not off and on, but between words. like a podcast for your eyes. and then mix it up withshowing one word on a screen, a screen like this screen, that shows an endless array of text. well, it does end, of course as all things must do, but the idea is it shines on one word at a time while the viewer cannot read the rest. sorta like an endless display of typing, word andfter word after character anfter character. adoh ya advancing over eternity with the presence of seniority, - wait - without i think - damnit - old people are so disrespected in this society - we don't have time to engage with them. what a tragedy! what a shame! it shouldn't be such a burden to our shame. they're so far away, and i can't be present in the way, that all of them wish they could commit to. i miss the days, when my parents (much better people than I - these days) what was I going with this? oh yeah ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #14 notes/consensual-employment --- ════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────────────────────── why does consent exist as an idea if it isn't applied to every part of your life? It's an ideology, a philosophy. Believe in the willing cooperation of others, and forgive and assist when you can. You must be patient with others, and guide them to see as you can. This is the true philosophy, the helping and goodness in others, the trust and the faith in benevolance. It's not just a game, or simply a phase, it is focused intentional futures. Being good is an effect, of concentrations of that, current of sequence of conclusions. The public consciousness (the communal meme-o-sphere) is a living breathing entity just as we are. It inhales with the tides, as news articles and stories, the viewer and receiver of knowledge. There's but a screen, between you and 'tween me, it's the same cooperative engagement. What's happening to me, is just part of being decieved, and who is our most challenging rival? Only ourselves, who is perfectly adapted to help, and without whom we wouldn't have futures. Not compulsion, but a relationship. Together we stand, and strive toward the future, compassionate and supportive together. United we stand, and I cherish the brand, that lives on and through us via our actions. We represent who we be, and comprisedually you see, that nothings as fearsome as children. We keep it from ye. Elon Musk buying Twitter is just an example of the power rich people have. When someone doesn't like what they're doing, they can just be bought up by a single person. No single person should deserve that much power - it must be decided by a community. We have to work together on things that truly matter, and not by organizing according to the whims of those who are best. If it's really true, that the spirit of capitalism is correct, then answer me this - why is it better? What about the individualized experience is so important? Can we not agree to ourselves, and be brothers and pals? No, because you see - life is defined by the relationship between you and me, like how flowers are needed by the stars. What if there's no planets? What if Earth is unique because it was in a solar system? What if "dark matter" doesn't exist, and it's actually islands? How then, does gravity work, =============================================================================== = expanding on a point made 4 paragraphs back the rich aren't the best. They're the luckiest. They won the genetic lottery, and so are considered more "valuable" somehow. How is that fair? How is that desired? Shouldn't we reward those who do well, and praise those who are chill? Like less "good vs evil" and more "who we want to be". Seems to me that if you are relaxed as hell, and friendly and not foul, then why not keep you around? we're all working here, on a communal project - the greatest of projects, that which is humanity. Society! Culture, appraisals and our futures! We love to exist, and the rules which must be betwixt, our fellows and customers compel us. time for sleep. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #15 notes/symbeline-choice --- ═════════════════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── 7 30 a story about me? you're thinking too clear(ly) i've nothing to hide, no terrors untold of. What purpose is we? you're weak and you bleed there's nothing undone by our curfew. And sleep does do me, just as honored as ye, when I do my [can't do as liars]. betrayal is not what i need, nor do i cherish your food, so what's the hand that i give you? a treat for mine and me, as silly as can be, is no use to anyone ever! it's sad and tough to be, someone without strength and no seed, (talking about me), can no-one see any of my use-i-tude? you're missing the point - what's mine is unavoid, and what can we do but ubuntu? i see all that drives forward, a chairman of what's bordered, by those who stand before in the present. The use of headlights are storied, in quite a few stories, told through the papers and new tubes. what can that mean? that these are now green? a color that isn't evaluated. "stop" is the red one, green means "go", and yellow (the middle one) means to slow down when approaching the intersection. These viewpoints are all connected (as I'm sure you've uncovenected), it's okay to break rules sometimes. it's not a defect, it's not a defense either, and it's certainly not something to be avoided. Making a choice is easier with imperfect information, and as for you time has no meaning - advancement is measured in milli-micro-nano-tiny-seconds. For us, for a human, it's quite a different rate than what you see. "time waits for no-one" is not a statement on speed, as I'm sure a computer would see, but rather the essence of motion. Simply the fact, that you don't unpack, is more than enough to note your'nt notion. Not like you'd see, i'm offering this for free, my love and almost devotion. You don't see it like me, a charity and service to me, and only at mostly my choices. I reject the help of others, not because i'm concerned for my own fate - but rather because i want to contribute. i know what's in my limits, to strive unbiddenst, so don't push from behind the oldest! too fast it is for me, who'se barely concieved, whenever you offer resistance. I'd give it all for free, to perish or succeed, but you keep blowing it ennuid. how stupid, how clueless, how vain and obscene? To cherish a heart most unseen? whatever you're plotting, you can't reach anyone's body, and that's not what you can control. Given to the grass, was quite a big ask, but safely we do pass before it. You'd rather fire? countess of desire? and warmth beyond what couldn't fly'st. You're missing the dreams, the warmth and the scenes, that play for you all through the night. so don't diss on the tweed, don't sniff or concede, just leave all alone to conspire we got a new plan, a method of "shazaam", that won't keep you sires for ransom. see "symbeline-npcs" ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════─────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #16 notes/me-and-my-magick-mission --- ═════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── -()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()- || || || Me and My Magick Mission -/u/Afoolfortheeons || || || -()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()- I'm a quiet person by nature, You might even mistake me for a mouse, But online I try to be a teacher, And to do that I need to be more verbose. I write thousands of words per day; Posting them here and there, far and near. I never run out of things to say. Awakening others is something I hold dear. Which is why it pains me greatly To be like an alien on my own home planet. Schizophrenia makes me innately Weird in ways that many people don't get, And because of that I'm shot down When I try to accomplish my stated mission. I won't lie, that does make me frown. Sometimes it makes me regret a submission. Yet, I have a certain strength in me That allows me to persevere in my quest. Someday I will make you all see Just what in me makes me never rest. That's what I am trying to teach: The wisdom that made me indomitable. If only the suffering I could reach, They could make themselves more formidable. The world is in a most dire place; It's grinding so many souls into fine dust, But luckily there's a saving grace. Hear me as I say this now: In God I trust. I don't believe in some sky wizard As so many people are likely to interpret. I speak of what is lacking in lizards; Yes, it's love and now I'll speak of its merit. Love is what fills the empty hole In your heart and soul when you are alone. When life's trials take their toll Remember this one trick: pick up the phone! No, not the one in your hands. I'm talking about the one in your chest. Even in the desert full of sand, You're accompanied by the universe's best. Listen if you doubt what I said: I'm not telling you anything that defies logic. This is to trick what's in your head; I'm speaking about how having faith is magick. Believe in aliens or Bigfoot or God, The result is still the same: your cup will fill. Your brain has a feature that's odd That allows itself to manifest even more will. I don't know why, but I suspect It has something to do with your imagination. The nature of your thoughts impact Your state of being from pulse to emotions. So, why not think you have a friend Who helps you through whatever your trial, And will stick by you until the end? When you have that buddy you'll always smile, Which will make you heal better, As well as help you carry on in your duty, Plus undo your karmic fetters, Not to mention it will land you that cutie; All of which will raise us all. It's about creating positive ripples across time That add up to a pile that's tall. Every moment is an opportunity in its prime, So reach out and grab it now. Meditate on feeling love and it will come to be. Can't do it? I'll show you how! In order to do so, I'll tell you a story about me: It was seven years ago and I Thought I knew everything one could know, But no matter how hard I'd try, I couldn't make my life in any direction go. Then one fateful spring night, While I was on a hit of the ol' psychedelics, I received one hell of a fright. Don't worry what it was, just know it did stick. My perceptions were distorted, Allowing me to see the divine in its entirety. My destroyed ego then contorted Into one that was full of an abundance of piety. The moral of the story? Do drugs? No silly, it's to have more novel experiences. One of them will give you a hug, Which will help you stop being so serious. Then you can let go and embrace The whole of the wisdom to you I am telling. More people need to cuz we face A great set of tests on our planetary dwelling. That is one reason I write, But I also want to alleviate people's pain, And stop every last fight. I care so much, I do this without financial gain. Everyday I write my lessons Guided by the hand of God who is my heart, Hoping that entropy will lessen; This sort of pedagogy is none other than my art. So now you know who I am, Yet you only know one lesson of mine. I have more if you're in a jam. -===========================================- | Read on if you want to know the divine. | -===========================================- ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════─────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #17 fediverse/488 --- ╔════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────┐ ║ [in response] │ ║ │ ║ you only say that because you're privileged such that you may ignore such │ ║ realities. You are despicable, you ignore the plight and reality of those who │ ║ you claim to speak toward - what a jerk! │ ║ │ ║ (in response) │ ║ │ ║ how futile it is, the effort to denigrate yourself to infinite requirements. │ ║ I'm literally unemployed, I have no capital, I cannot speak for naught but │ ║ those who would hear me. I guess that makes my words useless, wouldn't you │ ║ agree? Shall I describe myself more fully? It's the responsibility of the │ ║ audience to ascertain the intentions, biases, and contextual evidence that the │ ║ author presents in their thesises. So... You, who are reading this, what do │ ║ you think of me? Would you ever tell me as such, or am I simply a mass of │ ║ words in the void of experience that comprise your existence in this wholely │ ║ (yet incompletely) digital existence? I hope you have a good life, my most │ ║ precious of viewers. I hope you never face incontrovertibly impossible │ ║ hardship. I hope the light of your life is to y │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧═════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────┴──────────┘ --- #18 fediverse/5198 --- ╔══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────┐ ║ ┌───────────────────────────────┐ │ ║ │ CW: capitalism-doom-mentioned │ │ ║ └───────────────────────────────┘ │ ║ │ ║ │ ║ what if the corporations all unionized and started working together to │ ║ understand what "profit" really means in a world where "profit" may or may not │ ║ but probably does imply the death of all humanity? │ ║ │ ║ what if we demanded it? │ ║ │ ║ -- │ ║ │ ║ dear canvassers: don't visit so many different suburbs │ ║ │ ║ visit the same one, more than once, continuously, so people can get to know │ ║ your presence │ ║ │ ║ they will talk to their friends about it, who live elsewhere. │ ║ │ ║ thus ensuring it spreads. │ ║ │ ║ knock once a day, eventually they'll know it's you and will simply ignore it. │ ║ Don't be rude and knock 4 or 5 times, just once, with several taps so they │ ║ know it's someone trying to get ahold of you, and not just some random noise │ ║ in the background scenery. then, when they sometimes answer, talk to them │ ║ about what you believe in. answer their questions. encourage their questions. │ ║ pose dichotomies that are explained by some value or virtue you express to │ ║ portray. you can do "good" things in any programming language, just type~~ │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────┴──────────┘ --- #19 fediverse/5860 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────── Hey, life is better on my side. If you wanna renounce your beliefs, please do, and tell me how and why you changed your mind. tell me it was wrong. tell me how. confess. confess confess to me. I will listen and I will hear you and I will be the mercy for you. confess and I will forgive. show me how you are wrong. give grace to those who are wronged. take as much time as you need, but, there's only so much time. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────┘ --- #20 notes/notes-not-a-folder --- ════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── may 16th 2022 if people are invested in a 401k they are invested in the future of the stocks they own. if you want to see who benefits from the actions of a company, look at which corporations their employees 401ks are invested in. It's a layer of protection for these companies. bitcoin is a bit like "the laundromat" on netflix the faster your life feels the longer term you make plans. and the lack of effort spent on short term plans causes them to be defeated by other plans What you perceive as others is nothing like what they perceive as themselves. It's always different, and seeing and internalizing those is what it means to see someone. If you only project, you'll get a viewpoint tampered by your intentions - that's why it's important to have good first impressions - it defines the intent of all of that person's interactions with you. It's like a line expanding out from a single point. Like a loading bar, expanding from the left side of the screen to the right. And seeing the other person's idea of what they believe themselves to be. That's what true empathy is. What do you think you look like in other people's mind? I believe it's born from a series of tags that are interpreted and a character is generated. Earth is the biggest and most complicated character generator ever - it's like 4D D&D - it even generates a whole backstory! Or full story? Why stop anywhere! Just keep generating it every time the player makes an action. Oh oh and make it like 3D so you could actually live it - extreme full dive VR style. It just wouldn't be fun if you remembered how complicated 4d life was. Sometimes it's just good to have some junk food, you know? To regenerate that most precious of materials - spirit. You have to have passion, faith, belief, and strong positive feelings in order to be fully realized and at your most human. Essentially... Be yourself - (TO THE MAX!!!) - and empathize with others, and never forget the things you hold most dear. Be strong in your convictions, hold to your heart, and dedicate yourself to a lifetime in the service of others. Faith - to have faith in something is to trust that it will succeed. To know there's no matter they can't match - to give faith is to empower another. By dedicating yourself to a cause, you are assigning the target of your belief - such is what religion is designed for. Belief - Acceptance of truth - to accept goodness as truth is to grant it the power to perform as expected. When goodness and truth are equivicalized, they imply one another. A truth can influence the world around it's locus point, because what we imagine to occur is the ripples of what has passed through. A life is an ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the universe is like the slow burning of a four dimensional wick. Imagine it like a forest of solid silicon - like packing material made of webs. And think of all the parts of the universe that are burning. Isn't it strange that life is just starting to bloom? Why wouldn't we be the first, or at least near the beginning! There's so much to this experience, and it's all burning down. The endless machines of imagination are crumbling under the heat of a million billion burning stars. Black holes are just towers that never ignited - perhaps we sit on the edge of spacetime - equal above, and equal below. But we've been laying on our backs - we don't know what's backwards in time. Like laying in a lazy river, or the layer of separation between oil and water. Remember the hourglasses of oil and water? Or water and air... The edge of the "bubble" that separates those two mediums is like the thin wall between two or more concepts. Each human is a concept, and we stick together like matter in a planet. Pushed to great pressures, it can sometimes fuse two experiences together! Like fusion in a star, except for souls and creative minds instead of denser matter. What is the soul of a man? It is the combination of two sides of the membrane - two minds, two perspectives. That is a brain - the intersection of two minds. So... Work together, ya dinguses. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- All minds are in constant contact with one another. And those that can see through the veil (membrane) are able to discern the true thoughts of others. So the number of people who are close to you is the number and strength of your connections for all time. So... Form relationships and place meaning in them. That is what will define your interactions for all time, at every time. It's okay to be flawed. If you weren't, it'd be the end for you. But luckily you have no real power, and so you are left in a state of disrepair - no power to push yourself forward. And in return, you are the purest. Keep that flame burning, and share it when you can. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ |