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2024.04.29 02:46 doometteowo My compiled research and firsthand recordings of archonic dream manipulation
I'm posting this not only to share this information that might be useful to others, but also in hopes of hearing some advice or your own personal theories on the subject. This post will be a bit long.
After having one intense dream I haven't been able to lucid dream, and I started recording any information on it in a journal in hopes of finding a way to lucid dream again. I'll share my dream below, as well as some journal entries that I found important, including posts and comments from reddit and other online forums I thought were relevant.
I've been an avid lucid dreamer since childhood, more than half of my dreams have always been lucid as long as I've known. About seven years ago I believe I started traveling to the astral realm during my dreams, often seeing the mall hub, airport and large city. I always thought they were dreams until I started researching astral travel as well as the TheMallWorld subreddit. It also sent me down a spiritual rabbit-hole including hermeticism, gnosticism, simulation and prison planet theory.
Spring 2023 was when I woke up to the matrix and reconnected with my spirit. I was meditating daily at this point and never felt more free and "myself". In my last lucid dream almost a year ago, I was in an office with a man. I felt he held some sort authority over me. I told him I wanted to leave and he said I couldn't, I still had more to do. When I tried to leave he called security and they chased after me. I became lucid. I stopped in my tracks, and willed myself out of the dream. I didn't wake up like usual, I'd teleported to a beautiful mountain scene. I looked down and in my hand was my cell phone, it was ringing. I answered, and on the other end was the man supposedly in charge of my dreams. He was angry that I'd left. He told me I needed to come back, I wasn't ready to be where I was. I knew he was trying to manipulate me, so I told him I wouldn't fall for his lies anymore. I'm a sovereign being and he can no longer control me. This made him furious, he screamed into the phone that he would call the police on me and have me arrested. I just laughed and hung up the phone, knowing wherever I was it was out of his reach. I think he was an archon.
Since then, I haven't been able to lucid dream. My dreams have all mostly taken place in Mall World or a hospital, I'm hiding from the police or nurses while trying to escape every night. I'm always being stabbed, shot or injected with a needle most often. A few times I've managed to almost become lucid, I say almost because it's like I forgot as soon as I realized that I was dreaming. Once I tried fighting off three police officers, I managed to overpower them but then more came and tazed me. I've also tried fighting back against the nurses, I stood my ground and firmly yelled "NO I REFUSE" but another one snuck up behind me, injected me and I woke up. They've also pretended to be people I know, an entity pretended to be my husband before shooting me in the chest with a shotgun and I bled out in the snow. Another one pretended to be my mother who laughed hysterically while I watched my husband die and desperately tried to save him.
Here is a great post on the subject, OP has some excellent info. I agree with everything included. Especially how these beings control lucidity and their eyes look strange. When I focused on a nurse's face it looked like the girl from system of a down's "Aerials" music video.
Here is another post, from the mall world subreddit. I was one of the only people who agreed with OP, he got torn apart in the comments.
I've recorded some other people's experiences that match up with mine, I've noticed an increase in manipulated dreams being reported on multiple subreddits including this one. I won't include usernames for privacy, don't be surprised if you see your own experience paraphrased here. Thank you to all who shared, this is very valuable to me.
Reports of "Evil Hospital" in Mall World
Described by many astral travelers and lucid dreamers, Mall World is a shared place in the dreamscape/astral plane, definitely check out theMallWorld sub for more context if you don't know. Here is a link to an older thread about it. A common theme besides the mall is an "evil hospital" where people including myself are trapped and often trying to escape. We're chased down by nurses or uniformed guards and drugged, injected and sedated. There is a dark and endless basement in the hospital. Here is a link on a post about it.
"It looked more like an airport or something inside. Tons of windows/glass walls and ceilings."
"I've been there, dark and creepy. They strapped me to the bed and injected me after capturing me at the airport."
"I was taken to this sphere in the sky. I could see people going about their day, like an alien mall. Then they took me to perform tests, they love puzzle tests and injections."
"Before I woke up I dreamed I was being injected and couldn't move."
"I'll 'wake up' in a hospital setting or be in a situation hiding or being hunted. The fear, pain, sadness— these are all fully experienced. I have felt, for instance, myself being shot in the back. They can make you feel yourself being shot and bleeding to death, or being operated on, over and over and over."
"People whose dormant DNA is being activated and their frequency is elevating. I believe these injections are used to keep the energy body trapped inside this dimension."
"There is some very fucked up MKUltra type shit always going in in this place; from what I've read on Mall World, I'm guessing it's a similar brainwashing scenario"
That last quote— am I being brainwashed? I noted in my journal that it feels like my lucidity and perception is being controlled.
Here are some reports on the "authorities" and lucid dreaming, I believe the police/security are archons and the nurses are some sort of greys or artificial intelligence. I've also heard accounts from real people acting as nurses or security for lucid dreamers.
"Feels like every time I lucid dream, some authorities pluck me out of the dream and plop me into Mall World, where even if I realize I'm dreaming I cannot lucid dream."
"I manage a security team in my dreams tasked with stopping or dealing with folks who go lucid. I don't really understand why."
"Lucid dreaming is not just happening in your head when you do it. When you dream, you're returning your consciousness to its natural state. There is much manipulation carried out to prevent this. When you go into the dream state, your conciousness can be doped with a sort of anesthetic... these dream characters chasing people when they become lucid is a common occurance; they're there to make sure you don't get info on what they're doing behind the curtains and bring info back here. This is why you wake up as soon as they touch you."
"I don't think you're allowed to lucid dream there. I think lucid dreaming gets you locked in" I've been locked in ever since I stood up to that man in my dream. I can't escape this place in my dreams.
Some people also mention underground tunnels in the hospital, when I've seen them I was running and hiding from the nurses and men in white lab coats.
"They [the tunnels] all connect in some way and once the authorities figure out you're trying to help people or rebel we always end up running away from them because it's the only way out but I wake up before I escape with anyone. Some of the doors have extra supplies or it's a broom closet or another door that connects to a high school."
"These service tunnels are the back door to the entire realm. Tends to be filled with hospital workers and employed "locals" who can navigate it. Not a place you want to end up, honestly."
From my compilation of notes and the experiences of other people, this is what I concluded: 1. Mall world is part of the simulated matrix, fake reality meant to keep me trapped. 2. The "evil hospital" is a prison to prevent lucid dreamers from escaping this reality. 3. The "drug" in these dreams sedates the astral body or consciousness and prevents lucidity or awareness. 4. I can use lucid dreaming to affect my waking reality or communicate with my inner source
This is some of the notes I've taken that I believe are relevant. I've tried many things to gain lucidity. During the day I practice mindfulness and self awareness and control. At night before bed I declare my sovereignty and demand I be left alone during my dreams. I've tried visualizing a safe house to keep me safe in my dreams, a practice I found here in this sub. I've also tried doing reality checks and wake induced lucid dreaming (WILD). Nothing has worked. I would love to hear your thoughts or advice. I hope you found this post helpful.
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After having one intense dream I haven't been able to lucid dream, and I started recording any information on it in a journal in hopes of finding a way to lucid dream again. I'll share my dream below, as well as some journal entries that I found important, including posts and comments from reddit and other online forums I thought were relevant.
I've been an avid lucid dreamer since childhood, more than half of my dreams have always been lucid as long as I've known. About seven years ago I believe I started traveling to the astral realm during my dreams, often seeing the mall hub, airport and large city. I always thought they were dreams until I started researching astral travel as well as the TheMallWorld subreddit. It also sent me down a spiritual rabbit-hole including hermeticism, gnosticism, simulation and prison planet theory.
Spring 2023 was when I woke up to the matrix and reconnected with my spirit. I was meditating daily at this point and never felt more free and "myself". In my last lucid dream almost a year ago, I was in an office with a man. I felt he held some sort authority over me. I told him I wanted to leave and he said I couldn't, I still had more to do. When I tried to leave he called security and they chased after me. I became lucid. I stopped in my tracks, and willed myself out of the dream. I didn't wake up like usual, I'd teleported to a beautiful mountain scene. I looked down and in my hand was my cell phone, it was ringing. I answered, and on the other end was the man supposedly in charge of my dreams. He was angry that I'd left. He told me I needed to come back, I wasn't ready to be where I was. I knew he was trying to manipulate me, so I told him I wouldn't fall for his lies anymore. I'm a sovereign being and he can no longer control me. This made him furious, he screamed into the phone that he would call the police on me and have me arrested. I just laughed and hung up the phone, knowing wherever I was it was out of his reach. I think he was an archon.
Since then, I haven't been able to lucid dream. My dreams have all mostly taken place in Mall World or a hospital, I'm hiding from the police or nurses while trying to escape every night. I'm always being stabbed, shot or injected with a needle most often. A few times I've managed to almost become lucid, I say almost because it's like I forgot as soon as I realized that I was dreaming. Once I tried fighting off three police officers, I managed to overpower them but then more came and tazed me. I've also tried fighting back against the nurses, I stood my ground and firmly yelled "NO I REFUSE" but another one snuck up behind me, injected me and I woke up. They've also pretended to be people I know, an entity pretended to be my husband before shooting me in the chest with a shotgun and I bled out in the snow. Another one pretended to be my mother who laughed hysterically while I watched my husband die and desperately tried to save him.
Here is a great post on the subject, OP has some excellent info. I agree with everything included. Especially how these beings control lucidity and their eyes look strange. When I focused on a nurse's face it looked like the girl from system of a down's "Aerials" music video.
Here is another post, from the mall world subreddit. I was one of the only people who agreed with OP, he got torn apart in the comments.
I've recorded some other people's experiences that match up with mine, I've noticed an increase in manipulated dreams being reported on multiple subreddits including this one. I won't include usernames for privacy, don't be surprised if you see your own experience paraphrased here. Thank you to all who shared, this is very valuable to me.
Reports of "Evil Hospital" in Mall World
Described by many astral travelers and lucid dreamers, Mall World is a shared place in the dreamscape/astral plane, definitely check out theMallWorld sub for more context if you don't know. Here is a link to an older thread about it. A common theme besides the mall is an "evil hospital" where people including myself are trapped and often trying to escape. We're chased down by nurses or uniformed guards and drugged, injected and sedated. There is a dark and endless basement in the hospital. Here is a link on a post about it.
"It looked more like an airport or something inside. Tons of windows/glass walls and ceilings."
"I've been there, dark and creepy. They strapped me to the bed and injected me after capturing me at the airport."
"I was taken to this sphere in the sky. I could see people going about their day, like an alien mall. Then they took me to perform tests, they love puzzle tests and injections."
"Before I woke up I dreamed I was being injected and couldn't move."
"I'll 'wake up' in a hospital setting or be in a situation hiding or being hunted. The fear, pain, sadness— these are all fully experienced. I have felt, for instance, myself being shot in the back. They can make you feel yourself being shot and bleeding to death, or being operated on, over and over and over."
"People whose dormant DNA is being activated and their frequency is elevating. I believe these injections are used to keep the energy body trapped inside this dimension."
"There is some very fucked up MKUltra type shit always going in in this place; from what I've read on Mall World, I'm guessing it's a similar brainwashing scenario"
That last quote— am I being brainwashed? I noted in my journal that it feels like my lucidity and perception is being controlled.
Here are some reports on the "authorities" and lucid dreaming, I believe the police/security are archons and the nurses are some sort of greys or artificial intelligence. I've also heard accounts from real people acting as nurses or security for lucid dreamers.
"Feels like every time I lucid dream, some authorities pluck me out of the dream and plop me into Mall World, where even if I realize I'm dreaming I cannot lucid dream."
"I manage a security team in my dreams tasked with stopping or dealing with folks who go lucid. I don't really understand why."
"Lucid dreaming is not just happening in your head when you do it. When you dream, you're returning your consciousness to its natural state. There is much manipulation carried out to prevent this. When you go into the dream state, your conciousness can be doped with a sort of anesthetic... these dream characters chasing people when they become lucid is a common occurance; they're there to make sure you don't get info on what they're doing behind the curtains and bring info back here. This is why you wake up as soon as they touch you."
"I don't think you're allowed to lucid dream there. I think lucid dreaming gets you locked in" I've been locked in ever since I stood up to that man in my dream. I can't escape this place in my dreams.
Some people also mention underground tunnels in the hospital, when I've seen them I was running and hiding from the nurses and men in white lab coats.
"They [the tunnels] all connect in some way and once the authorities figure out you're trying to help people or rebel we always end up running away from them because it's the only way out but I wake up before I escape with anyone. Some of the doors have extra supplies or it's a broom closet or another door that connects to a high school."
"These service tunnels are the back door to the entire realm. Tends to be filled with hospital workers and employed "locals" who can navigate it. Not a place you want to end up, honestly."
From my compilation of notes and the experiences of other people, this is what I concluded: 1. Mall world is part of the simulated matrix, fake reality meant to keep me trapped. 2. The "evil hospital" is a prison to prevent lucid dreamers from escaping this reality. 3. The "drug" in these dreams sedates the astral body or consciousness and prevents lucidity or awareness. 4. I can use lucid dreaming to affect my waking reality or communicate with my inner source
This is some of the notes I've taken that I believe are relevant. I've tried many things to gain lucidity. During the day I practice mindfulness and self awareness and control. At night before bed I declare my sovereignty and demand I be left alone during my dreams. I've tried visualizing a safe house to keep me safe in my dreams, a practice I found here in this sub. I've also tried doing reality checks and wake induced lucid dreaming (WILD). Nothing has worked. I would love to hear your thoughts or advice. I hope you found this post helpful.
2024.04.29 00:57 sertaken I want Meat for the next Kombat Pack or in the next MK game.
 | Because I feel like Meat doesn't get talked about enough. I'm aware that Meat was a joke character, but i feel like he could have an actual back story besides being a Shang Tsung creation. He could have cool ass kombo that reference Armageddon. Maybe even give him a leather face like personality, where he takes the skin off of someone and wear it as a fatality. Or maybe he can pull a Ramattra and make the opponent "Suffer as I have" and find a way to make their skin come off, maybe by it turning to mold and coming off that way, but either way he needs to be in the new timeline as a neutral type character to go against someone like Havik because he didn't end up getting the same regenerative powers as him and is out to kill him in anyway necessary, but is willing to kill anyone who gets in his way (especially johnny cage for some reason that he totally cant remember(and not at all because he is a skinned Mokap)). submitted by sertaken to MortalKombat [link] [comments] y'know, maybe if i put this much effort into my school essays i would have an A in English Tl:dr: Meat should make his return to the mortal kombat franchise as a enemy to Havik and semi-enemy to johnny cage even though he is totally not Mokap, because i believe he would have great kombo potential and some sick fatalities. I'm an active advocate for Meat to be a DLC or a in the next MK game. https://preview.redd.it/2kczesbroaxc1.png?width=426&format=png&auto=webp&s=87c9b91b607ec065bfe992186885db995ebf67c1 |
2024.04.28 23:37 mooshwa Official Twenty One Pilots Clancy Lore Megathread Part Two: Overcompensate-Clancy Era
 | PART TWO: CLANCY LORE MEGATHREAD submitted by mooshwa to twentyonepilots [link] [comments] last updated 4/28/2024 @ 5:30 pm EST ______________________________________________________________________________________________________ Hello once again! This is part 2 of my previous megathread that will cover everything lore wise happening during this new era (or at least as much of it as I can fit). I hit the character limit on the last one. *THIS IS AN UPDATED REPOST OF THE LAST ONE. reddit glitched and disabled editing on the last thread which sucks since this is the one that needs to be updated lol anyway this contains the events up until 4/28/24 **Please read this if you are new to the community or just want to get caught up before posting in case your question is answered in this thread.*\* if you came across this post first, get caught up here! we are continuously discussing this in the official discord, come join! Confirmed Fake Sources Clancy Tour Info/Discussion I will update this as time goes on! All information was gathered from discord clique and http://dmaorg.info/found/15398642_14/clancy.html thread made by u/mooshwa *Trigger warning for heavy topics such as suicide and self-harm\* ______________________________________________________________________________________________________ New Clancy LettersOn 2/28/2024 dmaorg updated with the letter that was physically sent out and a couple of new letters from Clancy with new hidden messages.Clancy seems to have reunited with the Banditos that were awaiting him on the other side of the Paladin Strait. He talked about how there is a new resistance growing inside the walls of Dema- one the Bishops could never truly understand. His hope for liberation has never been more apparent. He states that we will march in the morning, and the revolution will begin with the rising sun. maniac_Clay Transcript 024 02MOON25 These campfires feel like home, as I stare deeply into them, finding more and more clarity. They tried to tell us we were different. But the flame that burns inside of me is the same fire I've found on the hilltops of Trench. The Banditos have lived their rebellion, and a resistance is growing inside the concrete walls- one powerful enough to burn out all of the stale teachings, and usher in true hope- and a path to actual life. We march in the morning. The revolution shall arrive with the sun. hidden message- FOLLOWTHETORCHESPromptly after that letter was uploaded, another came about. The next letter talked about how they found another way inside the city, one the Bishops could NEVER suspect, but the members of the growing resistance inside would understand immediately. It talks about how the writer can teach them their ways using eyes that see beyond the horizon, potentially referring to themself, the vultures, or even Trash. The reason I am not saying it was Clancy that wrote these letters is because these are curiously the only letters not signed by him. __cla_im00FFFF Transcript 024 02MOON28 I found a way in. A way they'll never suspect, and a way they'll never understand. Everything about our cause is so hard for them to understand, but so close to the hearts of the glowing resistance. I can reach them all. I can recruit everyone with eyes that see beyond the horizon. I can teach them. They can learn what I've learned, and fly by all of the constructs Dema has placed in front of them. We will take it back. hidden message- FLYBYthe file name, __cla_im00FFFF refers to a hex code, #00FFFF, which happens to be Cyan. Claim Cyan, an anagram of I am Clancy. When you invert that color, it shows red. Tyler recently stated in an interview “We're excited to get back into it after taking a little bit of a break, but even more excited to get into the color red again. Because that was the goal this whole time with the story. The thing we were afraid of, learing how to utilize it, and try to win. That's kind of what the story is all about” -Tyler Joseph, ...recently#00ffff next to #ff0000 interesting... vessel logo ________________________________________________ OvercompensateHOTTEST TRACK OF THE YEAR "OVERCOMPENSATE" HEREOn 2/29/2024, the band announced their 7th album "Clancy" which will feature 13 tracks with 14 music videos and will be released May 24th, 2024. The date was delayed from May 17th as they needed more time to work on the music videos. i am still so sorry that we all thought it was fake and immediately started clowning on it and the tracklist. In the "Overcompensate" music video, Clancy returned with our torch-bearing friend Josh Dun. The video opens with an icy overview of the land and sea between Voldsoy and Dema, closing in on Josh drumming alone in a red-lit auditorium. Clancy put on his mask on the other side of the entrance door, and it cut to Josh and Clancy preparing in some type of red lit green room with 3 lights that are lit, but one is out. The one above Clancy was red. People started slowly filing into the seats, all wearing gray sweaters and pants. Typical Dema attire. Clancy made his entrance into the middle of the room and started to explain who he and Josh were and what the plan was going to be. As he continued, he showed a presentation of the material on DMAORG and what the bishops were truly doing. The members of the now-growing rebellion against Dema began to follow Clancy's motions. Then it cuts to the newly recruited Banditos assembled and taped up standing behind Clancy. Suddenly, "Clancy" passed out, and the people around him rushed to his aid and took off his mask to reveal another dead body. Clancy had seized someone on the inside to recruit new members. It cut back to Clancy and Josh having just crossed the Strait, and Clancy finished his seizing with a little smirk. It's all coming together now :) Important things to note (and I will add more as I notice them or when other people do)
Next SemesterWatch "Next Semester" Here!*trigger warning for mentions of suicide Next Semester released on 3/27/24. It opened on a tightly packed basement show, with TyleClancy singing to the crowd about what is widely believed to be a suicide attempt. Due to the heavy nature of this, before I get into the music video I want to talk about the contents of the song itself first. Tyler said at the shoot that it was about an anxiety attack he had back in college where he didn't know if he was going to make it out. Stand up straight now, Can’t break down, Graduate now, I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to be here, It’s a taste test, Of what I hate less, Can you die of anxiousness? I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to be here, What’s about to happen? What’s about to happen?In the next section, he sings about the event itself, and how the person in the car encouraged him after. I remember, I remember certain things, What I was wearing, the yellow dashes in the street, I prayed those lights would take me home, Then I heard, “Hey kid, get out of the road!” Can’t feel my legs, I might suffocate, There’s a pressure in my chest, I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to be here, What’s about to happen? What’s about to happen?Now going back to the music video, it closely resembles the type of shows the band would play when they were in college. When he started to recount what happened, it cut to Clancy standing in the middle of the road at night wearing a school uniform, with car headlights rapidly approaching. He jumps out of the way over and over, and the last time he jumped he was wearing the mask he wore in Overcompensate. At times, the scenes would blur together so the headlights would be visible in the room with the show, but would quickly snap back to the original dark lighting when the beat got more intense. During the bridge, Clancy begins doing the seizing motions before looking up and singing "Can't change what you've done, start fresh next semester". Then he walks into the crowd, now singing softly, and it panned out to show they were all standing in the road where the events took place. TyleClancy in the seizing position As far as how this fits into the lore deeply, we'll just have to wait until the album releases. ________________________________________________ BackslideWatch "Backslide" Here!Backslide released on 4/27/24. The song itself talks about the fear of sliding back into bad habits and bad mental states and becoming overwhelmed to a point where you feel its safer for your loved ones to "let go" and leave, as your energy is just spent and you feel in over your head. In the second verse, Tyler seems to address the SAI criticism and how it negatively affected him, even saying he wished he never did "Saturday", while this could also be Clancy regretting the performance he gave on the sub. In the music video, it starts at the beginning of yet another cycle. Clancy pulls up to a corner store seemingly in a town called Centerville to buy a package of burger rolls branded "Ned's Breads". He takes off on a super sick rad looking bike with thick red wheels, and suddenly the music video resembles a much more grown up version of Stressed Out. SICK BIKE As he gets into the heavier part of the chorus he's suddenly pedaling through a heavy storm with leaves blowing hard into his face. Throughout his ride, he's being rather wasteful with the burger buns he bought. Nibbling out of one and throwing it on the ground, spending one to get a cup of lemonade from a kid, then littering on the ground after drinking all of the lemonade. As he keeps passing through storms though, they get more intense, eventually leading to an intense rainstorm which soaked the last bun in the bag. He rounded the corner and arrived to Josh grilling one burger, but realized his last bun was tarnished so he returned to the corner store. He threw the bag in a trash can with a dangerous bend symbol on it, and bought another bag of burger rolls. Then it cut back to Josh grilling his (probably rather tasty) flat burger, wondering where Clancy was with the one bun he needed. Completely unaware of what was happening to Clancy as he wasn't communicating. Important things to note:
My own observations so far (if you're interested)
That's why keon's circle is taped. that's why trash is taped. that's why the vulture is taped to leave the city, the city is still under bishop control. since the grandfathers are taped, and trench is in the shape of a brain, i can only assume that insinuates that the bishops have control over the continent somehow since many ideas from vessel are used in this story. or, to go along with my other theory, clancy is so focused on getting back to trench that its clouding his vision.
if I missed anything let me know as always. less than a month to go :)) |
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This happend a year ago but I'm still pissed about this.(And to celar something up.There might be some mistakes with what kind of day stuff exactly happend but it doesnt really change the story so I hope it's okay) Me (17) and this one guy (let's call him Andrew.I'm polish so yall would die trying to say it out loud) (16) met up because of a group of friends that I have since childhood(they are 16,mostly my cousins).We are going to the same school.I don't really know how they met him but one day they introduced me to him.We exchanged social media and decided to play some games.The same day we met (or the second day,not sure) we played minecraft.He started making some weird jokes about me riding him because of a horse he found but let's skip that part. At like 1 am I got a notification that he messaged me.He literally confessed his love to me.I was so confused and very suprised.After a bit of talking and him playing the ''cutie boy'' I agreed BUT said that I will only TRY.Because I was never in a realitionship before.I'll just give him a chance.(I regret it so much,never again.). Anyway,sinca I agreed I started to feel weird. My body had some kind of reaction.I started to breathe heavely,I felt cold all the time,I couldn't eat,sleep and I kept shaking.I didn't know what was going on and it was like this for like two days maybe? Or 3.On the third or second day my parents went to a doctor with me to see if something was wrong with my heart or sth.Well,it turned out that I was in fact fine. When I went back home my friends told me that ''hey.. it might be him. You might be stressed.'' Well,I decided to break up with him then. So the next day after school I said I wanted to talk and I met up with him.We sat on a bench and he started saying that I'm so beautiful and I look like his sister.He was really weird and too touchy which made me kind of uncomfortabl. To the point that I decided to tell him how i feel when I will be at home.Well.. I wish I told him when I was sitting with him.When we were supposed to say our goodbyes he pulled me in and kissed me with passion.I was standing there,shocked.And he was getting into it.I was so grossed out but when he was done I was like ''yay haha... well.. erm.. cya tomorrow.'' And I went home smiling awkwardly.When I got home after feeling so exhausted for not sleeping how long I wrote to him a big apology essay.He might have been quick and acting weird but at the end of the day I said yes and gave him hopes.I apologized with my whole heart and told him that i physically just couldn't do it.I didnt love him and I wasn't ready for a realitionship. Now that I think of I don't know If I should have apologized since I told him that I will only try.And it's pretty obvious you cannot fall in love in one day.. I'm starting to think he wanted me for other things. Anyway,he said that it was fine and he understands. So we became friends! I was very happy and he invited me to a server to his friends.We started playing DBD(Dead by Daylight) daily. Me,Andrew and two of his friends.Let's call them Mike and Oliver.Well,we kept playing together and had fun.Anyway,at some point it was time for the newyears party. My friends invited him.He was being bery touchy with me and I was trying to act cool even tho I already a lot of times at school for him to not go into my personal space.(Dont get me wrong.I didn't want to be rude. It's just that he was LITERALLY a cm from my fave and was talking to me like this.ALL THE DAMN TIME). I tried to be as kind as possible and was too scared to tell him that I didnt want it into his face. So after the party I messaged him REPEATING myself again. That I am sorry but I don't like him this way and I am not comfortable with him being so touchy to me.He ''understood'' and we still were friends. So,a bit of time goes by and me,Andrew,Oliver and Mike play together.After a bit Andrew got bored and stopped playing with us even tho we were inviting him(keep that in mind).After a bit also Mike got bored of it so I kept playing with Oliver bc he was nice and I liked the game(we kept inviting Mike and Andrew).Well... after like 2 months of me and Oliver playing we became very good friends.I kept talking with Andrew and Mike tho.However,something was wrong. One day I heard from people that Oliver was getting kind of bullied(he didnt care) because he ''stole me'' from Andrew? I tried to talk to Andrew about it but he said he doesn't know anything.Well,a few minutes later I started getting messaged on fb that my body is so ''sexy'' and that I am a bitch blah blah blah from different people.I told Oliver about it and he god pissed.He talked with his friends and they said that it was them telling their friends to bully me.Then I called my bestfriend crying to help me because Andrew wasn't replaying to my mesages telling him to stop.She(Mia) messaged him and OH MY GOD. At first he was saying that he hates me and that I am a bitch because he was like a dog to me and I didn't love him.Then my friend told him that ''hey,she kept telling you she doesnt like you this way and was very kind about it'' I swear that I would try my best to love him but I was very tired amd ny body couldn't take it (Im a very stressed person,it is a probably in my life for a long time,trying to work on it). Then he was like ''yea i know,I actually have nothing against her I just like to see her in pain and scared because my friends enjoy bullying her'' .And then he started to go on about the fact that ''morality does not exist and It's a lie''.And he hates me because when he told me he hurts himself I told him to please right now not vent to me (after of course hearing him out and helping him). I asked him for that because I was at a very very bad place at that time.Anyway so after a bit of insults to me Oliver got pissed and wanted to fight his friends.. and since he wasnt someone you would want to fight with they stopped.I left the server Oliver helped me to calm down.For a bit I was scared that Andrew and his friends were going to jump me and hurt me but it didnt happend. Anfter one week Andrew started saying rumors about me so a few friends came up to me and asked me about it.I told him the truth and they joined my side.I just told them to keep quite because I didn't want trouble.And I asked him t not talk badly about him since I didnt want him to be sad because I knew he had his own issues. Anyway,he kept saying shit so I got pissed.When he walked by me out day I called hima pussy(it felt good). And to this day when we accidently look at each other I gag. He also later molested my friend(that's what she's saying and she has proof.She wanted to go to court but it sadly was too expensive and her parents decided to talk with his and get it sorted out.I dont know what happend finally)
Now he has a girlfriend that know everything he did but thinks that she can ''change him''.It's sad because she is very beautiful and I think she deserves way better.
I'm very scared I'm the mean girl because I agreed to try.But at the same time he hurt me so much and gave me trauma.
So,Am I the asshole?(Sorry for any grammar mistakes)
Extra info: I sadly don't talk to Oliver but we stopped our friendship on good terms. And Mike was one of the guys that were insulting me.
ps:Love you Charlotte<3 I'm a big fan. You make me happy when I have a bad day.
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Now he has a girlfriend that know everything he did but thinks that she can ''change him''.It's sad because she is very beautiful and I think she deserves way better.
I'm very scared I'm the mean girl because I agreed to try.But at the same time he hurt me so much and gave me trauma.
So,Am I the asshole?(Sorry for any grammar mistakes)
Extra info: I sadly don't talk to Oliver but we stopped our friendship on good terms. And Mike was one of the guys that were insulting me.
ps:Love you Charlotte<3 I'm a big fan. You make me happy when I have a bad day.
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2024.04.28 19:25 FakeElectionMaker The Philippine Revolution of 1953 and Its Consequences
 | After 1949, the Revolution became a Cold War proxy war, as the Huks were backed by China while the United States supported the democratic government. submitted by FakeElectionMaker to AlternateHistory [link] [comments] The communist rebels drew their support from rural communities in Luzon and to a lesser degree the Visayas, due to their promises of land reform and the nationalisation of strategic industries, both of which were implemented by Taruc and are in effect until today. They used guerrila tactics against the US-backed AFP, resulting in heavy casualties to the latter and the capture of most of Luzon by the time the Huks won. After 1949, the government of the People's Republic of China under Mao Zedong provided military aid, training and funding to the Hukbalahap, substantially strengthening their fighting capabilities, although much of this aid was intercepted before it could be used. The government of the United States, on the other hand, did not provide that level of aid due to its priority being the defeat of North Korea, which later developed strong ties with the Philippines; it was after the Korean War armistice when America provided a massive arms airlift of WWII surplus weapons to the AFP, keeping it afloat and a decent fighting force for over half a year, until the Philippine government's situation became insurmountable and it lost all popularity. Land reform, which applied equally to all Philippine islands, was the communist government's most popular measure, and contributed to the cult of personality built by the Party around Luis Taruc. After the revolution, a sizeable Philippine exile community developed, as many members of the traditional elite fled the country for the United States, Taiwan and Japan, with the support of the CIA, which sought to undermine a geopolitical foe. Several US politicians descend from these exiles, who attempted several unsuccessful uprisings, invasions and assassination attempts against Taruc. In 1993, Taruc resigned from the presidency of the Philippines, and was succeeded by Benigno Aquino Jr. Hardliners in the PCP criticized the moderation of the land reform, arguing for a Soviet model instead, but the cooperative policy still worked, and improved agricultural productivity and food security. The property of landowners was confiscated without compensation and distributed to farm cooperatives, who were integrated into a national federation that exists to this day, albeit much smaller. Absentee and foreign land ownership was banned, and the government implemented a limit on the size of agricultural estates. Luis Taruc developed a cult of personality that has lasted in the popular counsciousness to this day, with the president being referred to as the "Great Teacher" and artists mass-producing statues and portraits of him across the Philippines. Streets, buildings and airports were named after Taruc, although most of these names were changed after his death. In 1965, Taruc gave himself the position of Marshal of the Philippine Army after Douglas MacArthur's death, and started regularly wearing military uniforms in public. Other policies taken after 1953 included nationalizing industry and banking, suppressing private small business, leaving the IMF, following a policy of trade protectionism, and implementing four-year national development plans in order to industrialize the Philippines. This succeeded and, by the time capitalist reforms were introduced, the archipelago was an industrial economy. The NIAR still exists as a government agency, but is relatively powerless due to the state capitalist economy the country has followed since the 1990s. By the time of the invasion, the PPRA had not received any equipment from other socialist countries, and its air force was limited to a few dozen P-51s and noncombat aircraft. Taking advantage of this and purges of the PPRA carried out by Taruc, the Eisenhower administration began planning a naval landing on Mindanao, where support for the Communists was the weakest; the Hukbalahap had never reached the island during the Revolution, and many in its Muslim population were expected to oppose communism. They secretly obtained British permission to use their colonial territory for military purposes, as the Conservative administration feared the domino effect the Philippine Revolution could have on Malaya and Singapore. Ten months after planning began, the 4,800 guerrilas led by Ferdinand Emanuel Edralin Marcos, a WWII veteran and fanatic anti-communist, and under the direction of leaders of the banned Nacionalista Party, landed in the city of Maco in southern Mindanao. They had been reinforced by bombing raids conducted by eight B-25 Mitchell bombers against airfields in Mindanao; although three bombers were shot down by P-51s, they still damaged several runways, which were not fixed by the time the rebels had been defeated. On 21 February, the Soviet Union condemned the invasion, and started providing military aid, in the form of small arms and supplies, to the Philippines; the PRC, which had been even closer to its fellow Asian socialist state, soon followed suit. While this assistance could not be used in time, it boosted the defenders' morale, and from that day onwards, the PPRA pushed back until the NLA surrendered and Ferdinand Marcos fled back to Kuala Lumpur. Given the endurance of the Democratic People's Republic of the Philippines, these show elections continue to be held to this day. The Filipino National Liberation Front was initially composed of the Communist Party and several other nominally agrarian socialist, social democratic and democratic socialist parties, although some of them have been created and disbanded. Luis Taruc Thought is a Marxist-Leninist ideology that claims to be adapted to Filipino conditions. It supports proletarian internationalism and socialist patriotism, state-driven industrialisation, and freedom of religion, as well as Third World liberation struggles and an independent foreign policy. After 1959, the President of the Philippines – Luis Taruc – was elected by an extraordinary session of Congress every four years, and although congresspeople could abstain or vote for another candidate, this was almost never done. During the Philippine War of the 1960s, Taruc cancelled presidential elections and served as his own minister of defense, concentrating even more power on his hands. The current President of the Philippines is Rodrigo Duterte. After taking power, General Cantillo implemented socioeconomic and political reforms that weakened the M-26-7 and led it to surrender in January 1960. Basing himself on the national syndicalism of Juan Perón and nationalist militarism of Marcos Perez Jiménez, Cantillo strenghtened labour unions, which came under government control, and cracked down on the gambling and prostitution industries, turning casinos into schools and brothels into hospitals, and repressing the Mafia. However, historians believe he made secret agreements with members of organized crime. The Popular Socialist Party remained illegal, and Batista's repression of communists continued. On foreign policy, Cuba continued to be an ally of the United States, although its relationship with Trujillo's personal fiefdom, the Dominican Republic, was hostile from the start. Cantillo became popular as Cuba recovered from the revolution and living standards gradually improved, and by 1960, his government had an iron grip on unions and the media, which were docile instruments of the caudillo. His election was a foregone conclusion, and happened with 90% of the vote, against the nominee of the conservative Democratic Party, which represented sectors formerly supportive of Batista. The National Reconstruction Front coalition was composed of the Authentic and Orthodox parties, which hated each other but lost their power with the military junta, and Cantillo carried much of their populist program. After his election, the Junta was disbanded. In 1960, Fidel Castro was also elected to the House of Representatives for the Orthodox Party. After founding the José Martí Democratic League, Castro was elected president for the Party in 1969, in a snap election triggered by Cantillo's resignation. (The Sabah dispute did not involve Indonesia, so I got something wrong) Between 1957 and 1961, the Philippines focused on expanding trade with the PRC and USSR in order to skirt the embargo, and boosting its military capabilities. On the other hand, a wide variety of social programs were implemented, such as free breakfast for low-income schoolchildren, a minimum wage, farm mechanisation, free healthcare for the elderly and children, and a Philippine Housing Bank to build cheap housing. This made the DPR government very popular among the working class, although much of the middle class fled to the ROC and Japan, both of which were hostile to Taruc. By 1973, Taruc was at the peak of his power and prestige, having repelled a full-scale invasion from the United States, and aligned with the Soviet Union and thrown Mao under the bus, but the war and strategic bombing from the SAC left the industrial base he had built in ruins; there was a lot to be done. Throughout the 1960s, Cuba experienced an economic boom due to investment and aid from the United States, as well as the military government's social market economy policies. Although issues with healthcare, education and housing were ignored, and Cuba's foreign debt increased, this boom allowed people in poverty to work stable jobs, and was based on tourism and Cuba's traditional plantation industries, although Volkswagen opened a production plant in Havana in 1962, bringing car making to the Caribbean island. Cantillo was generally popular during that time, due to the economic development brought by his government, which it widely propagated through the radio, television and magazines. The media was censored and could not criticize the government, causing censors to find criative ways of bypassing censorship. In 1963, Fidel Castro had his congressional mandate revoked for giving a speech criticizing the military junta. He was not imprisoned, but his political career was hurt and Castro had to practice law until running for Congress again in 1968; the following year, he took advantage of Cantillo's resignation to be elected President. The following year, the president was reelected with 95% of the vote, facing token opposition from Democratic Party leader José Martínez. Elections during this period are widely seen as fraudulent. Although issues with healthcare, education and housing were ignored, and Cuba's foreign debt increased, this boom allowed people in poverty to work stable jobs, and was based on tourism and Cuba's traditional plantation industries, although Volkswagen opened a production plant in Havana in 1962, bringing car making to the Caribbean island. Cantillo was generally popular during that time, due to the economic development brought by his government, which it widely propagated through the radio, television and magazines. The media was censored and could not criticize the government, causing censors to find criative ways of bypassing censorship. In 1963, Fidel Castro had his congressional mandate revoked for giving a speech criticizing the military junta. He was not imprisoned, but his political career was hurt and Castro had to practice law until running for Congress again in 1968; the following year, he took advantage of Cantillo's resignation to be elected President. The following year, the president was reelected with 95% of the vote, facing token opposition from Democratic Party leader José Martínez. Elections during this period are widely seen as fraudulent. He knew the Phillipines could not fight two wars at once, and one against the world's strongest power, and thus decided to disengage from the south in order to focus on the bigger threat. From January 1963 to September 1964, PPRAAF Ilyushin Il-28 bomber aircraft attacked British military bases in Sarawak, and PPRAN ships landed hundreds of infiltrators in the northern shore of British Borneo, where they fought a low-intensity conflict against commonwealth troops. The Phillipines, which planned to unite the three Malay states into "Maphilindo", opposed the formation of Malaysia and joined Indonesia in order to try to stop it. However, Taruc was a more pragmatic and competent leader than Sukarno, leading the country to remain in the United Nations and not overly escalate its participation. After a naval incident in the western shore of the Philippines that was staged by United States forces so that LBJ wouldn't lose reelection due to appearing weak on communism, the United States Congress passed a revolution approving military action against the DPRP, and strategic bombers attacked Manila in order to kill Taruc and his generals, failing to do so but damaging key industrial plants and military infrastructure. Then American forces landed in 1965, initially succeeding. Before the Phillipines withdrew, the alliance appeared to be winning the conflict, although Taruc redirected several units to fight the American aeronaval landings in Luzon. Taruc knew the Phillipines could not fight two wars at once, and one against the world's strongest power, and thus decided to disengage from the south in order to focus on the bigger threat. From January 1963 to September 1964, PPRAAF Ilyushin Il-28 bomber aircraft attacked British military bases in Sarawak, and PPRAN ships landed hundreds of infiltrators in the northern shore of British Borneo, where they fought a low-intensity conflict against commonwealth troops. The Phillipines, which planned to unite the three Malay states into "Maphilindo", opposed the formation of Malaysia and joined Indonesia in order to try to stop it. However, Taruc was a more pragmatic and competent leader than Sukarno, leading the country to remain in the United Nations and not overly escalate its participation. After a naval incident in the western shore of the Philippines that was staged by United States forces so that LBJ wouldn't lose reelection due to appearing weak on communism, the United States Congress passed a revolution approving military action against the DPRP, and strategic bombers attacked Manila in order to kill Taruc and his generals, failing to do so but damaging key industrial plants and military infrastructure. Then American forces landed in 1965, initially succeeding. |
2024.04.28 18:16 TwinPeaksRose [The Definitive Dossier?] Twin Peaks Season 2 - Part 1
Madeleine announces she is going back home
* Sarah Palmer behaves oddly *
- I have my apartment, my job…I intend to back home tomorrow, by car.
- Tomorrow? - Asks Sarah
- Oh.. we understand… - Says Leland while he and Sarah stares each other.
- Yes...we understand.
Leland keeps staring at Sarah for while. After some talking, Leland stares at her finger and then kisses her hand.- S2E07
Twin Peaks Season 2
Episode 1 – The Giant and the Old Waiter are the same person.
Dale was shot and the Fireman appears.
“Where do you came from?”
“The question is, where have you gone? I will tell you three things: There is a man in a smiling bag. The owls aren’t what they seem. Without chemistry, he points. “
He,then, took Dale’s Ring.
“We want to help you. One last thing: Leo locked inside Hungry Horse. There is a clue inside Leo’s
house.”
Madeleine is wearing a Blue bathrobe with a flower and had a dream with Bob and in the same day Bob takes total control of Leland’s body, and starts to singing a strange music that makes no sense:“Mairzy Doats”. Interesting to note that when he arrives at Great Hotel he sings the same music and The Horns Bothers dance and looks like Bob sings and their Black Lodges friends dance. Spooky….
Note: It looks like, in Twin Peaks, Homophone Lyrics and Poems is a THING: Black Lodge Language, The Poem "Fire,Walk With Me".
Now, when Leland sings this He is already BOB and we can see the aesthetic of the lyric: isn't a Black Lodge aesthetic to you? (If the words sound queer and funny to your ear)
I know a ditty nutty as a fruitcake
Goofy as a goon and silly as a loon
Some call it pretty, others call it crazy
But they all sing this tune:
Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey
A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you?
Yes! Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey
A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you?
If the words sound queer and funny to your ear, a little bit jumbled and jivey
Sing "Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy"
Oh! Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey
A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you-oo?
A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you?
At the Hospital, when Jacques Renault was strangled by Leland Palmer, Dr. Jacoby felt the smell of scorched engine oil.Andrew Packard described the same smell when he found the entrance of the Black Lodge. [ TSHOTP -Twin Peaks Gazette 1927 – Our Strange Camping Trip.]
“We entered the clearing where we planned to stop for some refreshment. A circle of trees stood in its center that we identified as sycamores.Not fully grown, more like striplings, twelve in number but uniform in size. There is also a strange smell in the air, like burning oil from a seized-up engine with a hint of sufur to it.I noticed a small seeping pool of thick black sludge in the center of the circle and confirmed this as the source of odor we noticed.”
Nearby this region there is a lake named Big Pearl Lake where Leland’s Grandfather had a summer house and their neighbour used to be Robertson [ R B T letters from Ronette’s, Teresa Banks’ and Laura’s nails] From - [Episode 3]
When Dale was sleeping, the Giant appears :
“One person saw the third man. Three person saw him ,yes.But not his body.One only known to you is read to talk.” [ It was Sarah, Madeleine and Ronette. Dale was the forth person].
a) Episode 14 – Windom Earle
“All knowledge is abused, and the more knowledge, the greater power is obtained by those who seek power with all means “ - The Knowledge of Live in The Struggle between Good and Evil, Page 140.
Was Windom possessed by Bob when he killed Caroline? He likes Owls and he was the one who took Dale to Black Lodge – if he was possessed by BOB, it was a revenge against Dale to took him to Black Lodge? When Leland Palmer was possessed at the jail, he said: “I have this thing for knives. Just like what happened to you in Pittsburgh that time”.
Remember that Douglas Milford said in the letter:
“We are utterly incapable of knowing their true intent and their true intent may not be to wish us well. It may be that they’re here to guide or even help our evolution. There may even be a good and evil side at play here and we , the human race, is the game.”
Perhaps everything happened according to the plan from the White Lodge: Laura’s death and Dale Cooper into the Black Lodge who leads us to Bob’s death. In Fire Walk With Me, Laura’s good Side was saved -because Season 3 clarifies that she is a daughter of the White Lodge-and also the Leland’s by the time of his death - you can see , in the Movie, that there was a good side on him when Bob gave a break and he expressed his love for Laura, a father love.
We are told that he has been looking for The Black Lodge [ Episode 19 and 20].On Episode 18 Gordon Cole said that Windom has associations with The Blue Book Project and was found a chemistry in his blood named HALOPERIDOL the same One- Armed Man uses to keep entity Mike calmed. So, Windom never was crazy but possessed and it can be any entity from Black Lodge.
MY OPINION: It explains why he was looking for the Black Lodge: the entity – Bob or else or both – possessed him for any reason and he had many glimpses of Black Lodge, and visions and dreams and became obsessed or he always wanted find it and a black entity found its great opportunity for he was a bad person, anyway – he never showed any remorse for Caroline or Cooper.
Major Garland Brigs to Sherrif Truman and Agent Cooper about Windom Earle and Blue Book Project [Season 2 Episode 20]
Major: Earle was the best and brightest among us but, when our attention turned from outer space to the wooded areas surrounding Twin Peaks,he became destructively obsessive.Possessive of his assignments,finally violent.He was removed from the project.I found this in the project archives.
Windom Earle voice in a Tape:
These...These evil sorcerers dugpas, they're called,they cultivate evil for the sake of evil, nothing else.They express themselves in darkness for darkness without leavening motive. Uh...Now, this...This ardent purity allows them to access a secret placewhere the cultivation of evil proceeds
in exponential fashion,and with it, the furtherance of evil's resulting power.This place of power is tangible,and as such, it can be found, entered and perhaps utilized in some fashion.The dugpas have many names for it,but chief among them, ahem, is the...Is the Black Lodge.You don't believe me, do you?You think I'm mad.Overworked.
Dale Cooper: Gentlemen, when Windom Earle arrived in Twin Peaks,I assumedhe had come for vengeance.For me.But I miscalculated.He has insinuated himself into the lives of people I care for.He has murdered innocents.He has engaged us in subterfuge and red herring.A fish I don't particularly care for.But all of these acts are merely camouflage.He's been after something else all along: the Black Lodge.
Note:
Dugpa, in Theosophical literature, is a term used generally as a synonym for a black magician or sorcerer, frequently referred to as "Brother of the Shadow."
Source: https://theosophy.wiki/en/Dugpa
The dugpas were a society of "evil sorcerers" who cultivated "evil for the sake of evil." They had access to a place of power to streamline this process, known predominantly as the Black Lodge.According to Russian author Helena P. Blavatsky, founder of the Theosophical Society, the dugpas were Tibetan Buddhist sect dedicated to cultivating the left-hand path, referring to the Drukpa lineage of Tibetan Buddhism.
Source: Here
The Drukpa or Drukpa Kagyu lineage, sometimes called Dugpa in older sources, is a branch of the Kagyu school of Tibetan Buddhism.
Source: Here
The dugpas, according to the novel The Devil’s Guard, are master hypnotists who seek to take over the world. They can “possess” the bodies (and minds) of others and easily dominate those with “weak wills.” These kinds of people, the book states, “render themselves unable to resist the imposition of other wills on theirs.”
This explanation for the dugpas’ ability to possess others meshes perfectly with what happens in Twin Peaks. Leland Palmer was weak-willed and invited Bob inside him. What’s more, Laura Palmer would have been targeted as a dugpa-host because, as The Devil’s Guard explains, dugpas control others by using “the self-destroying acts of whomever they would conquer.” Dugpas will attempt to cultivate a person’s evil side. The book elaborates on this point in a footnote, explaining that “sudden criminal outbursts of otherwise apparently sane people” can be attributed to possession by dugpas. Here, we see that a crucial piece of the Twin Peaks mythology—the possession of human beings by evil spirits— finds its roots in The Devil’s Guard (and by extension, Theosophy).
Dugpas, the book reveals, are agents of a place called The Black Lodge. In Twin Peaks, Windom Earle also described dugpas as having access to the Black Lodge. In fact, the dialog describing dugpas in both show and novel match exactly: In The Devil’s Guard, dugpas are defined as “sorcerers who cultivate evil for the sake of evil!” Earle, seen on an old video recording, explains, “These, uh, these evil sorcerers, uh, dugpas, they’re called . . . they cultivate evil for the sake of evil, nothing else.”
Source: Here
Final Dossier About Windom Earle by Tamara Preston
As a young man, Windom Earle was, by any definition, a prodigiously talented individual. A chess grandmaster by fourteen, admitted to the University of Pennsylvania at sixteen, a graduate at eighteen, Earle obtained a master’s in criminal justice at Penn State and then applied to and was accepted by the Bureau as a trainee. (On his application, he cites having seen, at the age of ten, the popular 1951 film I Was a Communist for the F.B.I. as the pivotal inspiration for his law enforcement career.) After he completed training at Quantico with historically high marks, Earle’s first field assignment came in the mid-sixties, as a liaison and security officer between the Bureau and evolving elements of what had long been known as Project Blue Book, during which time we now know he crossed paths with Douglas Milford. He also was a Founding member of Blue Rose.
(…)
In the early 1980s, an investigation into a murder by a potential serial killer—which we now have strong reason to suspect was a series of killings committed by Earle himself—brought young agent Cooper to the Pittsburgh Bureau office for his first field assignment. (...) While the attack [ against Caroline] appeared to be a classic “crime of passion”— apparently his intention and, perhaps, what he hoped would become the foundation of his legal defense—Windom Earle didn’t count on the fact that Agent Cooper had by this time privately realized that Earle himself was the serial killer they had been chasing all along. Caroline, it seems, reached this same conclusion, also on her own, and confirmed it when she and Cooper finally examined the facts together. It’s now clear that when Earle took his wife’s life and nearly finished Cooper’s, he was acting to prevent their revealing his guilt to the Bureau.
b) An explanation to Josie Packard Death
“Coop, what happened to dead Josie?”
By a Reddit User Alewort
There was scene filmed for FWWM but not released that depicted (through a body double actress) Josie's body lying on the floor of the Red Room with her head under the curtain. This suggests that it is her head alone that is in the knob, that she tried to escape the Red Room under the curtain instead of an actual path and wound up stuck. It would then make sense that the missing weight is in the Black Lodge.
Here
Hawk said that “Every spirit must walk through Black Lodge in search of the perfection, but if you face the Black Lodge with an Imperfect Courage, it will annihilate your soul.” From [Season 2 Episode 11].
submitted by TwinPeaksRose to twinpeaks [link] [comments]
* Sarah Palmer behaves oddly *
- I have my apartment, my job…I intend to back home tomorrow, by car.
- Tomorrow? - Asks Sarah
- Oh.. we understand… - Says Leland while he and Sarah stares each other.
- Yes...we understand.
Leland keeps staring at Sarah for while. After some talking, Leland stares at her finger and then kisses her hand.- S2E07
Twin Peaks Season 2
Episode 1 – The Giant and the Old Waiter are the same person.
Dale was shot and the Fireman appears.
“Where do you came from?”
“The question is, where have you gone? I will tell you three things: There is a man in a smiling bag. The owls aren’t what they seem. Without chemistry, he points. “
He,then, took Dale’s Ring.
“We want to help you. One last thing: Leo locked inside Hungry Horse. There is a clue inside Leo’s
house.”
Madeleine is wearing a Blue bathrobe with a flower and had a dream with Bob and in the same day Bob takes total control of Leland’s body, and starts to singing a strange music that makes no sense:“Mairzy Doats”. Interesting to note that when he arrives at Great Hotel he sings the same music and The Horns Bothers dance and looks like Bob sings and their Black Lodges friends dance. Spooky….
Note: It looks like, in Twin Peaks, Homophone Lyrics and Poems is a THING: Black Lodge Language, The Poem "Fire,Walk With Me".
Now, when Leland sings this He is already BOB and we can see the aesthetic of the lyric: isn't a Black Lodge aesthetic to you? (If the words sound queer and funny to your ear)
I know a ditty nutty as a fruitcake
Goofy as a goon and silly as a loon
Some call it pretty, others call it crazy
But they all sing this tune:
Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey
A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you?
Yes! Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey
A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you?
If the words sound queer and funny to your ear, a little bit jumbled and jivey
Sing "Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy"
Oh! Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey
A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you-oo?
A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you?
At the Hospital, when Jacques Renault was strangled by Leland Palmer, Dr. Jacoby felt the smell of scorched engine oil.Andrew Packard described the same smell when he found the entrance of the Black Lodge. [ TSHOTP -Twin Peaks Gazette 1927 – Our Strange Camping Trip.]
“We entered the clearing where we planned to stop for some refreshment. A circle of trees stood in its center that we identified as sycamores.Not fully grown, more like striplings, twelve in number but uniform in size. There is also a strange smell in the air, like burning oil from a seized-up engine with a hint of sufur to it.I noticed a small seeping pool of thick black sludge in the center of the circle and confirmed this as the source of odor we noticed.”
Nearby this region there is a lake named Big Pearl Lake where Leland’s Grandfather had a summer house and their neighbour used to be Robertson [ R B T letters from Ronette’s, Teresa Banks’ and Laura’s nails] From - [Episode 3]
When Dale was sleeping, the Giant appears :
“One person saw the third man. Three person saw him ,yes.But not his body.One only known to you is read to talk.” [ It was Sarah, Madeleine and Ronette. Dale was the forth person].
a) Episode 14 – Windom Earle
“All knowledge is abused, and the more knowledge, the greater power is obtained by those who seek power with all means “ - The Knowledge of Live in The Struggle between Good and Evil, Page 140.
Was Windom possessed by Bob when he killed Caroline? He likes Owls and he was the one who took Dale to Black Lodge – if he was possessed by BOB, it was a revenge against Dale to took him to Black Lodge? When Leland Palmer was possessed at the jail, he said: “I have this thing for knives. Just like what happened to you in Pittsburgh that time”.
Remember that Douglas Milford said in the letter:
“We are utterly incapable of knowing their true intent and their true intent may not be to wish us well. It may be that they’re here to guide or even help our evolution. There may even be a good and evil side at play here and we , the human race, is the game.”
Perhaps everything happened according to the plan from the White Lodge: Laura’s death and Dale Cooper into the Black Lodge who leads us to Bob’s death. In Fire Walk With Me, Laura’s good Side was saved -because Season 3 clarifies that she is a daughter of the White Lodge-and also the Leland’s by the time of his death - you can see , in the Movie, that there was a good side on him when Bob gave a break and he expressed his love for Laura, a father love.
We are told that he has been looking for The Black Lodge [ Episode 19 and 20].On Episode 18 Gordon Cole said that Windom has associations with The Blue Book Project and was found a chemistry in his blood named HALOPERIDOL the same One- Armed Man uses to keep entity Mike calmed. So, Windom never was crazy but possessed and it can be any entity from Black Lodge.
MY OPINION: It explains why he was looking for the Black Lodge: the entity – Bob or else or both – possessed him for any reason and he had many glimpses of Black Lodge, and visions and dreams and became obsessed or he always wanted find it and a black entity found its great opportunity for he was a bad person, anyway – he never showed any remorse for Caroline or Cooper.
Major Garland Brigs to Sherrif Truman and Agent Cooper about Windom Earle and Blue Book Project [Season 2 Episode 20]
Major: Earle was the best and brightest among us but, when our attention turned from outer space to the wooded areas surrounding Twin Peaks,he became destructively obsessive.Possessive of his assignments,finally violent.He was removed from the project.I found this in the project archives.
Windom Earle voice in a Tape:
These...These evil sorcerers dugpas, they're called,they cultivate evil for the sake of evil, nothing else.They express themselves in darkness for darkness without leavening motive. Uh...Now, this...This ardent purity allows them to access a secret placewhere the cultivation of evil proceeds
in exponential fashion,and with it, the furtherance of evil's resulting power.This place of power is tangible,and as such, it can be found, entered and perhaps utilized in some fashion.The dugpas have many names for it,but chief among them, ahem, is the...Is the Black Lodge.You don't believe me, do you?You think I'm mad.Overworked.
Dale Cooper: Gentlemen, when Windom Earle arrived in Twin Peaks,I assumedhe had come for vengeance.For me.But I miscalculated.He has insinuated himself into the lives of people I care for.He has murdered innocents.He has engaged us in subterfuge and red herring.A fish I don't particularly care for.But all of these acts are merely camouflage.He's been after something else all along: the Black Lodge.
Note:
Dugpa, in Theosophical literature, is a term used generally as a synonym for a black magician or sorcerer, frequently referred to as "Brother of the Shadow."
Source: https://theosophy.wiki/en/Dugpa
The dugpas were a society of "evil sorcerers" who cultivated "evil for the sake of evil." They had access to a place of power to streamline this process, known predominantly as the Black Lodge.According to Russian author Helena P. Blavatsky, founder of the Theosophical Society, the dugpas were Tibetan Buddhist sect dedicated to cultivating the left-hand path, referring to the Drukpa lineage of Tibetan Buddhism.
Source: Here
The Drukpa or Drukpa Kagyu lineage, sometimes called Dugpa in older sources, is a branch of the Kagyu school of Tibetan Buddhism.
Source: Here
The dugpas, according to the novel The Devil’s Guard, are master hypnotists who seek to take over the world. They can “possess” the bodies (and minds) of others and easily dominate those with “weak wills.” These kinds of people, the book states, “render themselves unable to resist the imposition of other wills on theirs.”
This explanation for the dugpas’ ability to possess others meshes perfectly with what happens in Twin Peaks. Leland Palmer was weak-willed and invited Bob inside him. What’s more, Laura Palmer would have been targeted as a dugpa-host because, as The Devil’s Guard explains, dugpas control others by using “the self-destroying acts of whomever they would conquer.” Dugpas will attempt to cultivate a person’s evil side. The book elaborates on this point in a footnote, explaining that “sudden criminal outbursts of otherwise apparently sane people” can be attributed to possession by dugpas. Here, we see that a crucial piece of the Twin Peaks mythology—the possession of human beings by evil spirits— finds its roots in The Devil’s Guard (and by extension, Theosophy).
Dugpas, the book reveals, are agents of a place called The Black Lodge. In Twin Peaks, Windom Earle also described dugpas as having access to the Black Lodge. In fact, the dialog describing dugpas in both show and novel match exactly: In The Devil’s Guard, dugpas are defined as “sorcerers who cultivate evil for the sake of evil!” Earle, seen on an old video recording, explains, “These, uh, these evil sorcerers, uh, dugpas, they’re called . . . they cultivate evil for the sake of evil, nothing else.”
Source: Here
Final Dossier About Windom Earle by Tamara Preston
As a young man, Windom Earle was, by any definition, a prodigiously talented individual. A chess grandmaster by fourteen, admitted to the University of Pennsylvania at sixteen, a graduate at eighteen, Earle obtained a master’s in criminal justice at Penn State and then applied to and was accepted by the Bureau as a trainee. (On his application, he cites having seen, at the age of ten, the popular 1951 film I Was a Communist for the F.B.I. as the pivotal inspiration for his law enforcement career.) After he completed training at Quantico with historically high marks, Earle’s first field assignment came in the mid-sixties, as a liaison and security officer between the Bureau and evolving elements of what had long been known as Project Blue Book, during which time we now know he crossed paths with Douglas Milford. He also was a Founding member of Blue Rose.
(…)
In the early 1980s, an investigation into a murder by a potential serial killer—which we now have strong reason to suspect was a series of killings committed by Earle himself—brought young agent Cooper to the Pittsburgh Bureau office for his first field assignment. (...) While the attack [ against Caroline] appeared to be a classic “crime of passion”— apparently his intention and, perhaps, what he hoped would become the foundation of his legal defense—Windom Earle didn’t count on the fact that Agent Cooper had by this time privately realized that Earle himself was the serial killer they had been chasing all along. Caroline, it seems, reached this same conclusion, also on her own, and confirmed it when she and Cooper finally examined the facts together. It’s now clear that when Earle took his wife’s life and nearly finished Cooper’s, he was acting to prevent their revealing his guilt to the Bureau.
b) An explanation to Josie Packard Death
“Coop, what happened to dead Josie?”
By a Reddit User Alewort
There was scene filmed for FWWM but not released that depicted (through a body double actress) Josie's body lying on the floor of the Red Room with her head under the curtain. This suggests that it is her head alone that is in the knob, that she tried to escape the Red Room under the curtain instead of an actual path and wound up stuck. It would then make sense that the missing weight is in the Black Lodge.
Here
Hawk said that “Every spirit must walk through Black Lodge in search of the perfection, but if you face the Black Lodge with an Imperfect Courage, it will annihilate your soul.” From [Season 2 Episode 11].
2024.04.28 14:20 Junior_Income4900 does choking count as sa?
hi, this kind of isnt about a relationship but this was the closest subreddit i could find to being able to answer this question. for some context, the people are me (16f? (im a girl but use they/them pronouns so god knows)), one boy called P (16m) and one boy called L (15m). this happened about 2 years ago, so we wouldve been about 14. P was my best friend like ever. were not friends now cus that was a horrific relationship which belongs on this subreddit but i wont get into that.
before he met me, his best friend was L. P is very musical so often in school hed be in some orchestral thingy and id be left alone during lunch times, which was fine. this particular lunch time, i was walking around talking to L. we were just chatting, idk what about cus it was so long ago but it wasnt anything important. i was kind of just going wherever he decided to go since we werent walking anywhere specific, just wandering around school. at one point he asked if we could go into the music store room, where most people in school who play music keep their instruments. L plays some woodwind instrument i cant remember, so i thought nothing of it. we walked into the music store room, and he shut the door, which i thought was odd since that door was pretty much always open, but eh. he choked me against the door. and i froze. this was the first time id even properly talked to L, the most id said to him before was like hi how are you. and now he was choking me against a door in school. the thing that confused me the most was like, it felt good? like i didnt want it and it was wrong and i froze and i was scared but also like in itself the choking felt good which confused me so much. ig thats how i discovered i liked choking smh.
that was the first time.
the second time was in the computing room. P had to finish his computing homework, and i came with him because i had nothing better to do. soon after, L walked in, also needing to do computing homework. idk how the conversation went, but there was no teacher and he choked me again. and again, i did nothing. i just let it happen. P, however, pushed him off me and shouted at him. probably the only good thing he did for me ever. id already told P about the first time at that point, and hed told me to report it, but i was so scared of getting L into trouble because id done nothing so it mustve been fine. at this point in my school we had this thing called anonymous voice, which was basically a google form you could fill in which would go to the pastoral deputy head, so you could report things. after the second time, P reported it but left out my name, only putting his school email on it. unless you said your name, it was completely anonymous. i had begged him not to do this but he did it anyways so now it was reported even though i wanted to keep it quiet. Ls name was left out of the report, only Ps name was in it.
that was the second time.
The third time was in one of the school staircases. P wasnt there this time, though i dont really remember why i was alone with L at this point. im pretty sure P got mad at me for that after. this time really surprised me because there wasnt even any warning of him closing a door or anything, he just threw himself on me and choked me. this time, i pushed him off me and ran down the stairs.
that was the third time.
after the third time P made me report it from my pov. i didnt put my name in, only mentioned that it was the same report as P had made. the deputy head emailed P asking for us to meet up with her at a lunch time. weirdly, the lunch time it happened to be was the xmas lunch. we went into her office in xmas jumpers, since it was a rare non school uniform day, and she asked me about it. and i begged her no. i didnt want to get him into trouble i didnt want her to know his name. eventually, i told her his name. and i begged her and begged her not to get him into trouble. P was telling me no he needs to get into trouble, even though L had been his best friend for years, which i didnt understand because at that point i honestly thought that L choking me was completely fine and didnt even need to be reported - id done nothing the first two times and the third time id only pushed him off because P had told me that if he did it again i had to. the deputy head said fine, that shed have a word with L but wouldnt tell him off. i was honestly scared at this point because i hadnt even wanted to report it i didnt realise anything was even wrong and if it was wrong it felt like id deserved it.
a few weeks later, L came up to me again. this time he didnt choke me. but god he was so mad at me. he was yelling at me of how dare i get him into trouble when i didnt stop him so i wanted it and it wasnt even that bad and i was yelling back like im sorry P made me i didnt want to get you into trouble i literally begged her not to. at this point id told my parents abt L acting weird, but didnt tell them about the choking, just that he was kinda aggressive with me. my dad told me he has a crush on me, and thats just what boys are like when they have crushes on people. ive dated a boy and a girl in the past, and im currently dating a boy, and i can definitely say that none of them have ever done that, and that that sentiment is awful.
i havent really spoken to L since. weve said hi a couple of times, but nothing really. ive brought this up a couple of times to my ex gf and my current bf but brushed past it so much that like it seemed like some tiny thing. other than that ive never talked about it to anyone.
my question is - does that count as sa? he never touched me anywhere else or made it s-xual, it was just choking. its definitely some form of -buse, but idk if its sa or not (also i kinda needed to like get it off my chest so) thanks to everyone for reading this far that was a lot of text LMAOOOO. for context i am completely recovered from all the mental health issues P gave me and am in a happy relationship with my current bf, so dont worry about me :3 i just needed to get this off my chest.
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before he met me, his best friend was L. P is very musical so often in school hed be in some orchestral thingy and id be left alone during lunch times, which was fine. this particular lunch time, i was walking around talking to L. we were just chatting, idk what about cus it was so long ago but it wasnt anything important. i was kind of just going wherever he decided to go since we werent walking anywhere specific, just wandering around school. at one point he asked if we could go into the music store room, where most people in school who play music keep their instruments. L plays some woodwind instrument i cant remember, so i thought nothing of it. we walked into the music store room, and he shut the door, which i thought was odd since that door was pretty much always open, but eh. he choked me against the door. and i froze. this was the first time id even properly talked to L, the most id said to him before was like hi how are you. and now he was choking me against a door in school. the thing that confused me the most was like, it felt good? like i didnt want it and it was wrong and i froze and i was scared but also like in itself the choking felt good which confused me so much. ig thats how i discovered i liked choking smh.
that was the first time.
the second time was in the computing room. P had to finish his computing homework, and i came with him because i had nothing better to do. soon after, L walked in, also needing to do computing homework. idk how the conversation went, but there was no teacher and he choked me again. and again, i did nothing. i just let it happen. P, however, pushed him off me and shouted at him. probably the only good thing he did for me ever. id already told P about the first time at that point, and hed told me to report it, but i was so scared of getting L into trouble because id done nothing so it mustve been fine. at this point in my school we had this thing called anonymous voice, which was basically a google form you could fill in which would go to the pastoral deputy head, so you could report things. after the second time, P reported it but left out my name, only putting his school email on it. unless you said your name, it was completely anonymous. i had begged him not to do this but he did it anyways so now it was reported even though i wanted to keep it quiet. Ls name was left out of the report, only Ps name was in it.
that was the second time.
The third time was in one of the school staircases. P wasnt there this time, though i dont really remember why i was alone with L at this point. im pretty sure P got mad at me for that after. this time really surprised me because there wasnt even any warning of him closing a door or anything, he just threw himself on me and choked me. this time, i pushed him off me and ran down the stairs.
that was the third time.
after the third time P made me report it from my pov. i didnt put my name in, only mentioned that it was the same report as P had made. the deputy head emailed P asking for us to meet up with her at a lunch time. weirdly, the lunch time it happened to be was the xmas lunch. we went into her office in xmas jumpers, since it was a rare non school uniform day, and she asked me about it. and i begged her no. i didnt want to get him into trouble i didnt want her to know his name. eventually, i told her his name. and i begged her and begged her not to get him into trouble. P was telling me no he needs to get into trouble, even though L had been his best friend for years, which i didnt understand because at that point i honestly thought that L choking me was completely fine and didnt even need to be reported - id done nothing the first two times and the third time id only pushed him off because P had told me that if he did it again i had to. the deputy head said fine, that shed have a word with L but wouldnt tell him off. i was honestly scared at this point because i hadnt even wanted to report it i didnt realise anything was even wrong and if it was wrong it felt like id deserved it.
a few weeks later, L came up to me again. this time he didnt choke me. but god he was so mad at me. he was yelling at me of how dare i get him into trouble when i didnt stop him so i wanted it and it wasnt even that bad and i was yelling back like im sorry P made me i didnt want to get you into trouble i literally begged her not to. at this point id told my parents abt L acting weird, but didnt tell them about the choking, just that he was kinda aggressive with me. my dad told me he has a crush on me, and thats just what boys are like when they have crushes on people. ive dated a boy and a girl in the past, and im currently dating a boy, and i can definitely say that none of them have ever done that, and that that sentiment is awful.
i havent really spoken to L since. weve said hi a couple of times, but nothing really. ive brought this up a couple of times to my ex gf and my current bf but brushed past it so much that like it seemed like some tiny thing. other than that ive never talked about it to anyone.
my question is - does that count as sa? he never touched me anywhere else or made it s-xual, it was just choking. its definitely some form of -buse, but idk if its sa or not (also i kinda needed to like get it off my chest so) thanks to everyone for reading this far that was a lot of text LMAOOOO. for context i am completely recovered from all the mental health issues P gave me and am in a happy relationship with my current bf, so dont worry about me :3 i just needed to get this off my chest.
2024.04.28 14:18 LastWeekInCollapse Last Week in Collapse: April 21-27, 2024
Bird flu in the milk, an Israel-Lebanon War draws closer, and the worst-case scenarios get even worse.
Last Week in Collapse: April 21-27, 2024
This is Last Week in Collapse, a weekly newsletter compiling some of the most important, timely, useful, soul-crushing, ironic, stunning, exhausting, or otherwise must-see/can’t-look-away moments in Collapse.
This is the 122nd newsletter. You can find the April 14-20 edition here if you missed it last week. You can also receive these posts (with images) every Sunday in your email inbox with Substack.
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The EU Green coalition claims that the Green Deal is probably dead now, since conservatives are projected to make small gains in this June’s EU Parliamentary election.
Gullies are becoming more common across Brazil and several other South American states, a crisis worsened by climate change & deforestation. One coastal municipality in Brazil has seen 50+ homes eaten by new holes; 100+ families have been displaced there as well. The process happens when large quantities of rainfall, unable to be absorbed into the soil (because of overdevelopment & deforestation), run off, carrying the dirt away with it. In the Himalayas, glacial lakes are growing from the massive meltwater piling up in the mountains.
Climatologists believe this summer is going to break records for temperature and/or humidity, with a 70% chance. A study in npj climate and atmospheric science determined that AI holds great potential in forecasting future storms…An analysis of the November 2023 Storm Ciarán predicted its 48-hour trajectory with reasonable accuracy.
A dust storm blew into Athens from Africa, the worst such incident in 6 years. The images look like they’re straight out of a cli-fi movie—or from Mars.
Taiwan felt 6.3 magnitude aftershocks from its 7.3 earthquake 3 weeks earlier, rumbling buildings. Thailand [issued an extreme heat warning](https://phys.org/news/2024-04-heatstroke-thailand-year-kingdom.html) after temperatures surpassed 40 °C (104 °F) this week, with a heat index expected to break 52 °C (125 °F). In the first 108 days of the year, Thailand recorded 30 deaths from heatstroke—compare that with 37 in all of 2023. Meanwhile, the heat index in the Philippines hit 47 °C (117 °F), forcing the government to close thousands of schools; one scientist said there was a 50/50 chance it the heat worsening in the coming days. Drought in the Philippines got so bad that an old settlement, flooded by the construction of a 1970s dam, resurfaced after El Niño-aggravated Drought dropped reservoir levels.
The CDC and the U.S. National Weather Service released a new heat scale, with another color representing the most dangerous level of heat. You can search your zip code here to check for your heat alarm level. Meanwhile, the famed climate scientist Michael Mann is predicting the most storms on record this hurricane season, estimating 33 in total.
Water shortage in Scotland. Drought in Spain & Greece expands; one major Spanish wine company laid off 80% of its staff indefinitely because the vines are barely producing anything. In Thailand, sugar farms are drying up. In France, a strange kind of “last chance tourists” from all over are converging on the Alps to see once-epic glaciers before they’re gone forever… Europe, the fastest warming continent, is seeing more days of heat stress than ever before.
A study in Earth’s Future examined the effect of wildfires in Greater Siberia, and found that they are projected to create a cooling effect over part of the northern hemisphere, along with the more obvious: lowered air quality & economic damage.
The total area of oases across the world expanded from 1995-2020 by 220,000+ km² (85,000+ mi²)—an area larger than the size of the island Britain, or Japan’s largest island, Honshu. Most of this expansion was the result of artificial expansion. However, the study from Earth’s Future also says that the risk of desertification is quite high, owing to mismanagement of water resources.
Wildfires in British Columbia & Alberta, including dozens of carry-over fires from last year. Record night temperatures for April in parts of West Africa—Chad even tied its hottest day in history with 48 °C (118 °F). Six countries in southeastern Asia recorded their hottest April night temps. Türkiye felt its hottest day ever in April last week: 39.2 °C (102.5 °F). Drought in Mexico is causing conflict between subsistence farmers and the cartel-linked avocado plantations. Sea surface temperatures remain at record highs for this time of year.
A 14-page article in Science Advances claims that deep sea troughs ferrying circumpolar deep water (CDW) (often warmer & saltier) to the undersides of ice shelves is causing concerning levels of melt. Making the problem worse is an upwelling of an ice shelf’s newly melted freshwater, which rises and pulls the salty water upwards. The study summary explains better, and warns that this feedback loop may reduce the stability of our ice shelves, leading to their Collapse. Some experts are proposing a large geoengineering attempt, spraying aerosols in the stratosphere atop ice shelves within the next 25 years—although they warn such efforts will not be productive unless they are also accompanied by massive CO2 emissions reductions.
Anchovies traditionally found in the Mediterranean have been detected off the Irish coast—about 750,000,000 of them—and scientists are baffled. They say that rising ocean temperatures are probably not enough to attribute this habitat change, since fewer than 150,000,000 anchovies were detected in those waters four years ago.
South Africa & Namibia saw record autumn temperatures. Flooding in Mauritius forced the shutdown of many banks & offices, and flooding worsened in East Africa, where 90+ have been killed by storms in the last fortnight. Tobacco plantations in Uganda killed off the usual animal food sources, forcing local species to eat virus-thick feces...yes, really. Meanwhile, one of the largest mountains of trash in India has been on fire for a few days, spewing toxic fumes into the atmosphere; and it’s still growing by 2,000 tons of garbage every day.
NASA released before & after images from Dubai’s historic flooding.
Foreign diseases & pests are damaging EU agriculture—some 70 new threats each year. In Botswana, Drought is evaporating muddy ponds, trapping hippos; those which escape, desperately thirsty, become aggressive and invade nearby villages.
Over Antarctica, the ozone hole is stretching into December, the start of summer—and the breeding season. Scientists say the exposure to extra radiation is affecting the eyesight of animals, and may threaten their general health. They also blame Australian wildfires for the longer-lasting ozone hole.
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Drinking water in Bangladesh is being poisoned by rising salinity in drinking water. Women are especially affected, particularly pregnant women, who suffer complications resulting from malnutrition, hypertension, menstrual interference, and more.
Residents of an old neighborhood in Ethiopia were given 5 days notice before demolition—ostensibly to rebuild a modern city center……including a $10B (USD) palace complex. Standardized test scores in the UK are at appalling lows—a result blamed, myopically, mostly on COVID school closures.
A study summary from the UK claims that 28% of COVID survivors will develop some form of Long COVID—25% of those will experience brain fog, and 75% some form of depression and/or anxiety. Examinations into the variant of COVID which infected an old Dutch man—and persisted in his body for 613 days—found that the COVID strain mutated into a new immuno-evasive strain inside his body…before killing him.
A 75-page report from the International Organization for Migration (IOM) concluded that migration has now rebounded completely from its COVID dip. The U.S. FDA announced that food recalls hit a new high in 2023, the most since the start of the COVID-19 pandemic.
Scientists claim bird flu was in cows last year, probably. The U.S. FDA also announced that traces of bird flu were found in pasteurized milk—some 20% of samples—but the milk is still safe to drink. Nevertheless, the USDA is doing ongoing milk testing, albeit less than they first promised. The spread of Asian tiger mosquitoes farther northward in Europe portends the spread of malaria and dengue fever to areas where it has never before reached.
Shadow banking relates to non-bank lenders: mostly private investors, and unregulated institutions. Shadow banking is supposedly a $63 trillion (USD) problem worldwide—and the shadow real estate market in South Korea has central banks concerned. Delinquency rates are up, and shadow banking in real estate totals almost $7 trillion (USD). The Bank of England is warning about massive job losses if trends in shadow banking turn sour. Commodity prices worldwide are supposedly going to drop slightly, but inflation will remain.
In Scotland, rising numbers of youths are smoking marijuana. Across Great Britain, child alcohol abuse has become a serious problem; the UK has the highest rate worldwide, according to the collected data. In France, youth curfews have been imposed to keep unaccompanied children under age 13 off the street—more for the safety of adults than the kids.
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Two Malaysian helicopters collided mid-air, killing 10. The UK once again vowed to move forward with deporting migrants to Rwanda this summer. Protestors clashed with police in Venice over a modest €5 fee to enter the historic city on the front lines of climate change. Espionage against Germany, by Russia and China, is growing—or at least being identified.
Haiti continues to get worse as famine continues eating away at the population. 90% of Port-Au-Prince lives under control of the gangs; the other 10% lives under fear of gang expansion. Gangs forced the stop of the unloading of fuel at a port terminal on Monday so they could better wield their fuel as leverage. Haiti’s new transitional council has been sworn in, but is impotent on arrival.
Rebel groups in Sudan, including but not limited to the RSF, attacked 11 settlements in Darfur, following an old anti-black pattern practiced by the Janjaweed. In addition to potentially thousands of lives lost, the traumas of War threaten to perpetuate generational tensions from which new conflicts could sprout. A city that once held half a million people (many of whom were themselves displaced earlier) was razed and the people scattered or killed. And barely a peep of this makes the weekly news…
In Balochistan, a large region of Pakistan, an insurgency is growing, targeting Pakistani security forces and Chinese workers. Killings and IED detonations are said to be reported almost every day. Recruitment into the terror group, several thousand members, has been increased in response to the government’s militarized approach to counterinsurgency. Years of somewhat porous borders have also allowed abandoned American weapons to transit from Afghanistan into the region, empowering rebels.
US-Philippines military drills began the biggest ever between the two nations. Hundreds of people are flowing into Thailand from Myanmar every day, many of them wounded by the heavy-handed ruling junta forces. “This is the worst in my time in 35 years here,” one doctor said of the spike in patients. The junta is becoming so desperate that they are trying to draft Muslim Rohingyas into their forces, some of the very people they attacked, and denied citizenship to, several years ago.
Donald Trump is building a team of China hawks for his potential cabinet, and allegedly planning a more aggressive stance towards China, should he return to power. Reports emerged that, on the day Iran launched 300+ drones against Israel, a simultaneous crackdown began in Iran against women flouting the country’s strict hijab laws. More details are emerging about a massacre in Burkina Faso from February: “They separated men and women in groups…As we started moving forward, they opened fire on us indiscriminately,” said one survivor.
The UN High Commissioner for Human Rights announced the discovery of mass graves at two hospitals in Gaza—”buried deep in the ground and covered with waste.” An official from the United Nations announced that clearing all the rubble and unexploded bombs from Gaza could take 14 years. And the War isn’t over yet. A growing number of analysts say War against Hezbollah is inevitable as both sides have recently escalated strikes over their 130 km (81 mi) border barrier, the so-called Blue Line.
Hundreds of student protestors were arrested across a number of universities, demanding the institutions divest from Israeli corporations, and generally opposing Israel’s actions in Gaza. Hundreds of thousands of students in Argentina protested against cuts to universities.
Ukraine suspended consular services for some men aged 18-60 living outside Ukraine, as part of a pressure campaign to get them back to Ukraine, where they can be conscripted. Russia warned that every action has an equal and opposite reaction, threatening an unspecified retaliation if Ukraine’s allies seize the roughly $300B frozen assets formerly under Russia’s control. On the battlefield, momentum is moving against Ukraine, although small victories remain. Ukraine is pulling back its Abrams tanks because Russian drones are too easily taking out the tanks. Five of the thirty-one $10M-apiece tanks provided in September have been destroyed so far. Reports emerged that the U.S. sent long-range ATACMS to Ukraine secretly; the ballistic missiles can strike targets up to 300 km away. Ammunition for Patriot systems is now being rushed to Ukraine.
Russia vetoed a resolution to ban the use of nuclear weapons in space. Worldwide, defense spending hit new all-time highs in 2023—about $2.44 trillion USD. (The U.S. accounts for $850B of that total.)
Amnesty International released its enormous, 418-page State of the World’s Human Rights Report for 2023, with 155 country-specific rundowns of selected human rights violations. Search for your own country and judge for yourself how accurate their report is. The general worldwide picture is one of regression to old norms and the breakdown of international law.
“...authoritarian policies ate away at freedoms of expression and association, hit out at gender equality,and eroded sexual and reproductive rights. The underlying public narratives, based in hatred and rooted in fear, encroached on civic space and demonized marginalized individuals…Climate activists were branded “terrorists” for denouncing governments expanding fossil fuel production and investment…States turned increasingly to facial recognition technologies to aid policing of public protests…in Afghanistan, being a woman or a girl has been de facto criminalized…To be a Palestinian in Gaza today is to be plunged to a far more violent and destructive version of the 1948 Nakba...Russia’s aggression has continued to manifest itself in deliberate attacks against civilians, the killing of thousands, and widespread destruction of civilian infrastructure…” -selections from the executive summary
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Select comments/threads from the subreddit last week suggest:
-There will (probably) be signs before SHTF—so say these comments in a thread about horizon scanning a doomsday event. But for some crises, like earthquakes, they spring up suddenly and unexpectedly. This is the very nature of an emergency.
-Household financial troubles are mounting, getting a decent job is nigh-impossible, everyone is coughing, demoralized people are throwing away their lives, trust is gone, most people seem exhausted, and there’s bird flu in the milk—says this essay-length weekly observation from the United States.
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Last Week in Collapse: April 21-27, 2024
This is Last Week in Collapse, a weekly newsletter compiling some of the most important, timely, useful, soul-crushing, ironic, stunning, exhausting, or otherwise must-see/can’t-look-away moments in Collapse.
This is the 122nd newsletter. You can find the April 14-20 edition here if you missed it last week. You can also receive these posts (with images) every Sunday in your email inbox with Substack.
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The EU Green coalition claims that the Green Deal is probably dead now, since conservatives are projected to make small gains in this June’s EU Parliamentary election.
Gullies are becoming more common across Brazil and several other South American states, a crisis worsened by climate change & deforestation. One coastal municipality in Brazil has seen 50+ homes eaten by new holes; 100+ families have been displaced there as well. The process happens when large quantities of rainfall, unable to be absorbed into the soil (because of overdevelopment & deforestation), run off, carrying the dirt away with it. In the Himalayas, glacial lakes are growing from the massive meltwater piling up in the mountains.
Climatologists believe this summer is going to break records for temperature and/or humidity, with a 70% chance. A study in npj climate and atmospheric science determined that AI holds great potential in forecasting future storms…An analysis of the November 2023 Storm Ciarán predicted its 48-hour trajectory with reasonable accuracy.
A dust storm blew into Athens from Africa, the worst such incident in 6 years. The images look like they’re straight out of a cli-fi movie—or from Mars.
Taiwan felt 6.3 magnitude aftershocks from its 7.3 earthquake 3 weeks earlier, rumbling buildings. Thailand [issued an extreme heat warning](https://phys.org/news/2024-04-heatstroke-thailand-year-kingdom.html) after temperatures surpassed 40 °C (104 °F) this week, with a heat index expected to break 52 °C (125 °F). In the first 108 days of the year, Thailand recorded 30 deaths from heatstroke—compare that with 37 in all of 2023. Meanwhile, the heat index in the Philippines hit 47 °C (117 °F), forcing the government to close thousands of schools; one scientist said there was a 50/50 chance it the heat worsening in the coming days. Drought in the Philippines got so bad that an old settlement, flooded by the construction of a 1970s dam, resurfaced after El Niño-aggravated Drought dropped reservoir levels.
The CDC and the U.S. National Weather Service released a new heat scale, with another color representing the most dangerous level of heat. You can search your zip code here to check for your heat alarm level. Meanwhile, the famed climate scientist Michael Mann is predicting the most storms on record this hurricane season, estimating 33 in total.
Water shortage in Scotland. Drought in Spain & Greece expands; one major Spanish wine company laid off 80% of its staff indefinitely because the vines are barely producing anything. In Thailand, sugar farms are drying up. In France, a strange kind of “last chance tourists” from all over are converging on the Alps to see once-epic glaciers before they’re gone forever… Europe, the fastest warming continent, is seeing more days of heat stress than ever before.
A study in Earth’s Future examined the effect of wildfires in Greater Siberia, and found that they are projected to create a cooling effect over part of the northern hemisphere, along with the more obvious: lowered air quality & economic damage.
The total area of oases across the world expanded from 1995-2020 by 220,000+ km² (85,000+ mi²)—an area larger than the size of the island Britain, or Japan’s largest island, Honshu. Most of this expansion was the result of artificial expansion. However, the study from Earth’s Future also says that the risk of desertification is quite high, owing to mismanagement of water resources.
Wildfires in British Columbia & Alberta, including dozens of carry-over fires from last year. Record night temperatures for April in parts of West Africa—Chad even tied its hottest day in history with 48 °C (118 °F). Six countries in southeastern Asia recorded their hottest April night temps. Türkiye felt its hottest day ever in April last week: 39.2 °C (102.5 °F). Drought in Mexico is causing conflict between subsistence farmers and the cartel-linked avocado plantations. Sea surface temperatures remain at record highs for this time of year.
A 14-page article in Science Advances claims that deep sea troughs ferrying circumpolar deep water (CDW) (often warmer & saltier) to the undersides of ice shelves is causing concerning levels of melt. Making the problem worse is an upwelling of an ice shelf’s newly melted freshwater, which rises and pulls the salty water upwards. The study summary explains better, and warns that this feedback loop may reduce the stability of our ice shelves, leading to their Collapse. Some experts are proposing a large geoengineering attempt, spraying aerosols in the stratosphere atop ice shelves within the next 25 years—although they warn such efforts will not be productive unless they are also accompanied by massive CO2 emissions reductions.
Anchovies traditionally found in the Mediterranean have been detected off the Irish coast—about 750,000,000 of them—and scientists are baffled. They say that rising ocean temperatures are probably not enough to attribute this habitat change, since fewer than 150,000,000 anchovies were detected in those waters four years ago.
South Africa & Namibia saw record autumn temperatures. Flooding in Mauritius forced the shutdown of many banks & offices, and flooding worsened in East Africa, where 90+ have been killed by storms in the last fortnight. Tobacco plantations in Uganda killed off the usual animal food sources, forcing local species to eat virus-thick feces...yes, really. Meanwhile, one of the largest mountains of trash in India has been on fire for a few days, spewing toxic fumes into the atmosphere; and it’s still growing by 2,000 tons of garbage every day.
NASA released before & after images from Dubai’s historic flooding.
Foreign diseases & pests are damaging EU agriculture—some 70 new threats each year. In Botswana, Drought is evaporating muddy ponds, trapping hippos; those which escape, desperately thirsty, become aggressive and invade nearby villages.
Over Antarctica, the ozone hole is stretching into December, the start of summer—and the breeding season. Scientists say the exposure to extra radiation is affecting the eyesight of animals, and may threaten their general health. They also blame Australian wildfires for the longer-lasting ozone hole.
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Drinking water in Bangladesh is being poisoned by rising salinity in drinking water. Women are especially affected, particularly pregnant women, who suffer complications resulting from malnutrition, hypertension, menstrual interference, and more.
Residents of an old neighborhood in Ethiopia were given 5 days notice before demolition—ostensibly to rebuild a modern city center……including a $10B (USD) palace complex. Standardized test scores in the UK are at appalling lows—a result blamed, myopically, mostly on COVID school closures.
A study summary from the UK claims that 28% of COVID survivors will develop some form of Long COVID—25% of those will experience brain fog, and 75% some form of depression and/or anxiety. Examinations into the variant of COVID which infected an old Dutch man—and persisted in his body for 613 days—found that the COVID strain mutated into a new immuno-evasive strain inside his body…before killing him.
A 75-page report from the International Organization for Migration (IOM) concluded that migration has now rebounded completely from its COVID dip. The U.S. FDA announced that food recalls hit a new high in 2023, the most since the start of the COVID-19 pandemic.
Scientists claim bird flu was in cows last year, probably. The U.S. FDA also announced that traces of bird flu were found in pasteurized milk—some 20% of samples—but the milk is still safe to drink. Nevertheless, the USDA is doing ongoing milk testing, albeit less than they first promised. The spread of Asian tiger mosquitoes farther northward in Europe portends the spread of malaria and dengue fever to areas where it has never before reached.
Shadow banking relates to non-bank lenders: mostly private investors, and unregulated institutions. Shadow banking is supposedly a $63 trillion (USD) problem worldwide—and the shadow real estate market in South Korea has central banks concerned. Delinquency rates are up, and shadow banking in real estate totals almost $7 trillion (USD). The Bank of England is warning about massive job losses if trends in shadow banking turn sour. Commodity prices worldwide are supposedly going to drop slightly, but inflation will remain.
In Scotland, rising numbers of youths are smoking marijuana. Across Great Britain, child alcohol abuse has become a serious problem; the UK has the highest rate worldwide, according to the collected data. In France, youth curfews have been imposed to keep unaccompanied children under age 13 off the street—more for the safety of adults than the kids.
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Two Malaysian helicopters collided mid-air, killing 10. The UK once again vowed to move forward with deporting migrants to Rwanda this summer. Protestors clashed with police in Venice over a modest €5 fee to enter the historic city on the front lines of climate change. Espionage against Germany, by Russia and China, is growing—or at least being identified.
Haiti continues to get worse as famine continues eating away at the population. 90% of Port-Au-Prince lives under control of the gangs; the other 10% lives under fear of gang expansion. Gangs forced the stop of the unloading of fuel at a port terminal on Monday so they could better wield their fuel as leverage. Haiti’s new transitional council has been sworn in, but is impotent on arrival.
Rebel groups in Sudan, including but not limited to the RSF, attacked 11 settlements in Darfur, following an old anti-black pattern practiced by the Janjaweed. In addition to potentially thousands of lives lost, the traumas of War threaten to perpetuate generational tensions from which new conflicts could sprout. A city that once held half a million people (many of whom were themselves displaced earlier) was razed and the people scattered or killed. And barely a peep of this makes the weekly news…
In Balochistan, a large region of Pakistan, an insurgency is growing, targeting Pakistani security forces and Chinese workers. Killings and IED detonations are said to be reported almost every day. Recruitment into the terror group, several thousand members, has been increased in response to the government’s militarized approach to counterinsurgency. Years of somewhat porous borders have also allowed abandoned American weapons to transit from Afghanistan into the region, empowering rebels.
US-Philippines military drills began the biggest ever between the two nations. Hundreds of people are flowing into Thailand from Myanmar every day, many of them wounded by the heavy-handed ruling junta forces. “This is the worst in my time in 35 years here,” one doctor said of the spike in patients. The junta is becoming so desperate that they are trying to draft Muslim Rohingyas into their forces, some of the very people they attacked, and denied citizenship to, several years ago.
Donald Trump is building a team of China hawks for his potential cabinet, and allegedly planning a more aggressive stance towards China, should he return to power. Reports emerged that, on the day Iran launched 300+ drones against Israel, a simultaneous crackdown began in Iran against women flouting the country’s strict hijab laws. More details are emerging about a massacre in Burkina Faso from February: “They separated men and women in groups…As we started moving forward, they opened fire on us indiscriminately,” said one survivor.
The UN High Commissioner for Human Rights announced the discovery of mass graves at two hospitals in Gaza—”buried deep in the ground and covered with waste.” An official from the United Nations announced that clearing all the rubble and unexploded bombs from Gaza could take 14 years. And the War isn’t over yet. A growing number of analysts say War against Hezbollah is inevitable as both sides have recently escalated strikes over their 130 km (81 mi) border barrier, the so-called Blue Line.
Hundreds of student protestors were arrested across a number of universities, demanding the institutions divest from Israeli corporations, and generally opposing Israel’s actions in Gaza. Hundreds of thousands of students in Argentina protested against cuts to universities.
Ukraine suspended consular services for some men aged 18-60 living outside Ukraine, as part of a pressure campaign to get them back to Ukraine, where they can be conscripted. Russia warned that every action has an equal and opposite reaction, threatening an unspecified retaliation if Ukraine’s allies seize the roughly $300B frozen assets formerly under Russia’s control. On the battlefield, momentum is moving against Ukraine, although small victories remain. Ukraine is pulling back its Abrams tanks because Russian drones are too easily taking out the tanks. Five of the thirty-one $10M-apiece tanks provided in September have been destroyed so far. Reports emerged that the U.S. sent long-range ATACMS to Ukraine secretly; the ballistic missiles can strike targets up to 300 km away. Ammunition for Patriot systems is now being rushed to Ukraine.
Russia vetoed a resolution to ban the use of nuclear weapons in space. Worldwide, defense spending hit new all-time highs in 2023—about $2.44 trillion USD. (The U.S. accounts for $850B of that total.)
Amnesty International released its enormous, 418-page State of the World’s Human Rights Report for 2023, with 155 country-specific rundowns of selected human rights violations. Search for your own country and judge for yourself how accurate their report is. The general worldwide picture is one of regression to old norms and the breakdown of international law.
“...authoritarian policies ate away at freedoms of expression and association, hit out at gender equality,and eroded sexual and reproductive rights. The underlying public narratives, based in hatred and rooted in fear, encroached on civic space and demonized marginalized individuals…Climate activists were branded “terrorists” for denouncing governments expanding fossil fuel production and investment…States turned increasingly to facial recognition technologies to aid policing of public protests…in Afghanistan, being a woman or a girl has been de facto criminalized…To be a Palestinian in Gaza today is to be plunged to a far more violent and destructive version of the 1948 Nakba...Russia’s aggression has continued to manifest itself in deliberate attacks against civilians, the killing of thousands, and widespread destruction of civilian infrastructure…” -selections from the executive summary
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Select comments/threads from the subreddit last week suggest:
-There will (probably) be signs before SHTF—so say these comments in a thread about horizon scanning a doomsday event. But for some crises, like earthquakes, they spring up suddenly and unexpectedly. This is the very nature of an emergency.
-Household financial troubles are mounting, getting a decent job is nigh-impossible, everyone is coughing, demoralized people are throwing away their lives, trust is gone, most people seem exhausted, and there’s bird flu in the milk—says this essay-length weekly observation from the United States.
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2024.04.28 11:56 ComprehensiveRoof169 I feel like I’m settling for a school, and it feels like shit.
I went through really rough patches in high school to the point that at two different points I wanted to drop out, and I almost flunked out in my junior year. I finished high school with a 3.8 weighted GPA (3.4 unweighted). When I was younger everyone thought I would be going to some insane school or other because I was a math prodigy, but gifted kid burnout syndrome hit hard and now I hate even looking at math. I have a cousin who went to Brown, one who goes to CalTech, my mom went to UCLA, my uncle went to Cornell and my aunt and other uncle went to Harvard along with my grandfather, basically everyone goes to or went to an insane school. All of this to say I had high expectations from my family and for myself.
My top school was UPENN and suffice it to say I didn’t get in (I had to at least try). I applied to the top 5 Criminology programs in the country and didn’t get into any of them. I understand that my grades weren’t the best, but my essays were REALLY good (I’m not just adding fluff, they were I swear I made so many people read them before I sent them off, they were some of the best things I’ve ever written), and I have a lot of extra curricular activities, so I really thought that it would have turned out different.
I applied to 22 schools and only got into my safeties. Granted I got into nine schools, but let me repeat almost all of them were safeties. Two of those schools I loved, but I still waited and felt fucking awful after rejection after rejection came through. It was exhausting and it still is.
I love the school that I chose but every time I see one of my friends or peers announce what school they’re going to and when it’s ‘better’ than mine, it just breaks my heart. I’m happy for them, but a part of me is just so fucking bitter. I feel like I’m settling for this school, and it feels like shit.
I’ve been crying for the last hour because one of my friends said that they were looking at my school but decided against it because they got in somewhere better.
I worked for the last four years of my life for this and now it feels like it’s for nothing.
Thank you for reading, I just really needed to get this out of my system.
EDIT: Thank you so much to everyone who left such kind words I really appreciate it, more than y’all could ever know. Thank you, I truly can’t say it enough :,)
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My top school was UPENN and suffice it to say I didn’t get in (I had to at least try). I applied to the top 5 Criminology programs in the country and didn’t get into any of them. I understand that my grades weren’t the best, but my essays were REALLY good (I’m not just adding fluff, they were I swear I made so many people read them before I sent them off, they were some of the best things I’ve ever written), and I have a lot of extra curricular activities, so I really thought that it would have turned out different.
I applied to 22 schools and only got into my safeties. Granted I got into nine schools, but let me repeat almost all of them were safeties. Two of those schools I loved, but I still waited and felt fucking awful after rejection after rejection came through. It was exhausting and it still is.
I love the school that I chose but every time I see one of my friends or peers announce what school they’re going to and when it’s ‘better’ than mine, it just breaks my heart. I’m happy for them, but a part of me is just so fucking bitter. I feel like I’m settling for this school, and it feels like shit.
I’ve been crying for the last hour because one of my friends said that they were looking at my school but decided against it because they got in somewhere better.
I worked for the last four years of my life for this and now it feels like it’s for nothing.
Thank you for reading, I just really needed to get this out of my system.
EDIT: Thank you so much to everyone who left such kind words I really appreciate it, more than y’all could ever know. Thank you, I truly can’t say it enough :,)
2024.04.28 11:31 flowers_1988 Need advice on autistic teenager around unsafe behaviour online
I apologise in advance this post will be long. I am a mum mid thirties of twin boys 14, who are autistic, ADHD and have learning disabilities they have never been on medication. Both attend a special needs school.I also have two slightly younger children who have no additional needs.
I have no idea on how best to handle this situation and really need some advice.
To hopefully save confusion for me and you I'll refer to my boys as A1 and A2.
This problem all started at the beginning of year 9. I allowed them both to download Snapchat to be honest against my better judgement. I had them connected to the family centre in Snapchat to monitor who they were communicating with. I could see with A2 he was contacting lots of random girls he didn't know. I asked him about it he would become very aggressive, something he's never shown to this level before. He would calm down I would explain that it's not appropriate to text random girls he didn't know and say he wouldn't do it again, But did. Over and over again. I felt like I needed to know what was being said so I checked the messages. The ones that I could see mentioned sexual fantasies he has, his location, asking about meeting up.
I then no longer allowed them Snapchat. Or social media, which was always my first choice until 16.
Fast forward to December 2023 A2 kept going into his room, something hes never done before, they always like to be in the living room together. Im aware that their growing up and put it down to being a teenager. But his behaviour became very aggressive and defensive. I checked his phone and saw that he had been going onto chat rooms and speaking to people, mostly the messages I could see. Were with much older men, A2 is bisexual. the messages were again about sexual fantasies A2 had, possible meeting up and wanting to have a boy/girl friend. I was shocked, we had a conversation about safety online, how the internet can be unsafe, and people aren't always who they say they are. I took away his phone for two weeks. When he got it back he seemed and was very adamant he understood about the dangers.
Fast forward to February 2024. I have always had a strict parental controls on our WiFi. I truly believed that I had that all covered and they couldn't access material that was for adults. I was wrong. I found out that though their Nintendo switch they have able to access a browser that bypassed all of my parental controls. I also found out that they have downloading dark web browsers that again bypass my controls ( I obviously now know naively, but i never knew such browsers existed). Both A1 and A2 both have been viewing hardcore porngragic videos ( later even said some disturbed them). And once again A2 had been going on chatrooms. I have a family link to their phones but they had found out my password and were downloading things then deleting the notifications on my phone. This greatly upset me, as I've always given them trust but were doing all of this on my phone. The chat rooms were getting more serious he started to give out our address, his phone number, then messaging on there, then deleting messages, he started sending naked pictures and videos of himself in his uniform. He also would make it very clear to the individuals almost always older males, that he was 14 and asking if that was ok. I then took their phones, switch changed the WiFi password. I also emailed the deputy head at their school about their unsafe online behaviour I never received I reply back. I spoke to A2 about all of this and he said he doesn't care about he dangers that he wants to have a sexual relationship with someone. He seems to genuinely understand the dangers but also really doesn't care. Their dad, my partner also went to the police with the numbers we could see if the people he had been contacting, but said A2 would have to make a statement which cause A2 to have an epic meltdown. so we decided that maybe for his mental health we shouldn't.
Both boys have had obsessions over the years they come and go, their be so into something then completely drop it to move on to something else, when they were younger it was with Lego, marvel,harry potter, wimpy kid. But they seem to have both developed an obsession about sex. It's like living with the carry on crew the contanst jokes, references and talking about it. I made it clear about appropriate behaviour. I also said they can't make references in front our my younger children. They say things in buses, and laugh very loudly, it's like they think other people also find it funny. A2 in particular is finding social interactions hard, in person. He struggles with whats appropriate and not. This constant talk around sex is making these matters that greatly affect him worse. A1 is a total homebody.
I then discovered about 2 weeks later that on A2 Roblox account he had started to private message random girls he had met online, and once again the messages were of a sexual nature. Then I took away his phone completely. I just don't know how to make it clear to him about messaging random people, he even had been typing in random numbers and saying hi wanna talk. He also has had difficulty with understanding about messaging and phoning friends from school, such as you can't keep ringing them or texting. Some have even blocked him. Which greatly upsets him and fuels this aggressive side of him that I've never seen before. He's bigger and a lot stronger than me and it can be frightening.
When he's at school his behaviour is unpleasant. During the Easter break 2 weeks, he was so much more relaxed and a pleasure to be around, just a sweet teenager boy, so much happier. It's like he has to put on a different front at school to be the tough year 9. And he can't switch it off at home.
Now two days ago I found out that on there PS4 that I stupidly let them have the internet on. Has a Google browser. Even though A2 had been adamant that he hadn't been on the chatrooms. Turns out he never stopped but during that Easter break he did not go on the chatrooms as he didn't go into his room, I started to let him take the PS4 ( normally kept in the living room)in his room after school, I thought to pay fortnite, or listen to music. So in the Easter break he was with us in the living room and like I said so much more relaxed and happier. I now have removed the internet from the PS4 and again changed the WiFi password. It's like they really don't care about he dangers and will find ways no matter what. Which is greatly worrying.
Then after school two days ago he didn't return home for 45 minutes, I thought and was very scared that maybe he had met up with someone from online But he said when he got back he had gone with a friend to the park. A boy from year 7. I allow A1 his phone to school but it's locked all he can do is make calls due to A2 taking A1 phone and going on chatrooms and downloading these browers to look at porngragic material, A1 needs are greater than he brother, and is more valuable to manipulation. They have to stick together coming home. But A2 got on the bus without A1. I emailed the school to check that he had met up with this year 7 boy, which is true he did go to the park with this boy. They were confused and said it sounded strange as they don't interact at school, but said well have to take it on face value that they are friends. A2 was very angry and aggressive when he found out I had emailed the school. He greatly values the opinion of his teacher and TA. And was aggressively asking about the phone call I had with the teacher, demanding to know exactly what was said, even things I wouldn't know like what time did the teacher talk to the TA, and how did he tell the TA. His favourite person at he school is his TA.
He has also said that he doesn't want me to ever tell the school about he chatrooms, as he has said he'll ran away.
Now I find myself in a dilemma, I have already emailed the school deputy head, never received a reply back. Do I email his class teacher and basically say everything in detail like I have done in this post. Or will this negatively impact A2, he has made it very clear he doesn't want them to know but I feel out of my depth here. I have no clue what to do. He's behaviour is becoming increasingly worrying. Hes soon to be an adult. He's also made it very clear that at 16 he wants his phone back, he says he will be going on to chatrooms and will legally be able to give consent to have sexual relationships. And that's exactly what he's planning. I've tried to get him into sport (took them both the a cricket club for special needs children) not interested, Ive got them gym memberships not interested. He just seems to want to watch YouTube ( older TV only receives you tube no browsers).
It's only me and his dad and siblings, we have no extended family, me and their dad who has a lot of physical health problems have no friends. We spend most of our time with the children. I know he's a teenager and that brings difficulties but this just seems to get harder and with no one to turn to for advice I just don't know what to do for the best.
I just want to be a good enough parent and help A2 though all of this, whilst respecting his privacy but keeping him safe.
I hope this post makes sense.
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I have no idea on how best to handle this situation and really need some advice.
To hopefully save confusion for me and you I'll refer to my boys as A1 and A2.
This problem all started at the beginning of year 9. I allowed them both to download Snapchat to be honest against my better judgement. I had them connected to the family centre in Snapchat to monitor who they were communicating with. I could see with A2 he was contacting lots of random girls he didn't know. I asked him about it he would become very aggressive, something he's never shown to this level before. He would calm down I would explain that it's not appropriate to text random girls he didn't know and say he wouldn't do it again, But did. Over and over again. I felt like I needed to know what was being said so I checked the messages. The ones that I could see mentioned sexual fantasies he has, his location, asking about meeting up.
I then no longer allowed them Snapchat. Or social media, which was always my first choice until 16.
Fast forward to December 2023 A2 kept going into his room, something hes never done before, they always like to be in the living room together. Im aware that their growing up and put it down to being a teenager. But his behaviour became very aggressive and defensive. I checked his phone and saw that he had been going onto chat rooms and speaking to people, mostly the messages I could see. Were with much older men, A2 is bisexual. the messages were again about sexual fantasies A2 had, possible meeting up and wanting to have a boy/girl friend. I was shocked, we had a conversation about safety online, how the internet can be unsafe, and people aren't always who they say they are. I took away his phone for two weeks. When he got it back he seemed and was very adamant he understood about the dangers.
Fast forward to February 2024. I have always had a strict parental controls on our WiFi. I truly believed that I had that all covered and they couldn't access material that was for adults. I was wrong. I found out that though their Nintendo switch they have able to access a browser that bypassed all of my parental controls. I also found out that they have downloading dark web browsers that again bypass my controls ( I obviously now know naively, but i never knew such browsers existed). Both A1 and A2 both have been viewing hardcore porngragic videos ( later even said some disturbed them). And once again A2 had been going on chatrooms. I have a family link to their phones but they had found out my password and were downloading things then deleting the notifications on my phone. This greatly upset me, as I've always given them trust but were doing all of this on my phone. The chat rooms were getting more serious he started to give out our address, his phone number, then messaging on there, then deleting messages, he started sending naked pictures and videos of himself in his uniform. He also would make it very clear to the individuals almost always older males, that he was 14 and asking if that was ok. I then took their phones, switch changed the WiFi password. I also emailed the deputy head at their school about their unsafe online behaviour I never received I reply back. I spoke to A2 about all of this and he said he doesn't care about he dangers that he wants to have a sexual relationship with someone. He seems to genuinely understand the dangers but also really doesn't care. Their dad, my partner also went to the police with the numbers we could see if the people he had been contacting, but said A2 would have to make a statement which cause A2 to have an epic meltdown. so we decided that maybe for his mental health we shouldn't.
Both boys have had obsessions over the years they come and go, their be so into something then completely drop it to move on to something else, when they were younger it was with Lego, marvel,harry potter, wimpy kid. But they seem to have both developed an obsession about sex. It's like living with the carry on crew the contanst jokes, references and talking about it. I made it clear about appropriate behaviour. I also said they can't make references in front our my younger children. They say things in buses, and laugh very loudly, it's like they think other people also find it funny. A2 in particular is finding social interactions hard, in person. He struggles with whats appropriate and not. This constant talk around sex is making these matters that greatly affect him worse. A1 is a total homebody.
I then discovered about 2 weeks later that on A2 Roblox account he had started to private message random girls he had met online, and once again the messages were of a sexual nature. Then I took away his phone completely. I just don't know how to make it clear to him about messaging random people, he even had been typing in random numbers and saying hi wanna talk. He also has had difficulty with understanding about messaging and phoning friends from school, such as you can't keep ringing them or texting. Some have even blocked him. Which greatly upsets him and fuels this aggressive side of him that I've never seen before. He's bigger and a lot stronger than me and it can be frightening.
When he's at school his behaviour is unpleasant. During the Easter break 2 weeks, he was so much more relaxed and a pleasure to be around, just a sweet teenager boy, so much happier. It's like he has to put on a different front at school to be the tough year 9. And he can't switch it off at home.
Now two days ago I found out that on there PS4 that I stupidly let them have the internet on. Has a Google browser. Even though A2 had been adamant that he hadn't been on the chatrooms. Turns out he never stopped but during that Easter break he did not go on the chatrooms as he didn't go into his room, I started to let him take the PS4 ( normally kept in the living room)in his room after school, I thought to pay fortnite, or listen to music. So in the Easter break he was with us in the living room and like I said so much more relaxed and happier. I now have removed the internet from the PS4 and again changed the WiFi password. It's like they really don't care about he dangers and will find ways no matter what. Which is greatly worrying.
Then after school two days ago he didn't return home for 45 minutes, I thought and was very scared that maybe he had met up with someone from online But he said when he got back he had gone with a friend to the park. A boy from year 7. I allow A1 his phone to school but it's locked all he can do is make calls due to A2 taking A1 phone and going on chatrooms and downloading these browers to look at porngragic material, A1 needs are greater than he brother, and is more valuable to manipulation. They have to stick together coming home. But A2 got on the bus without A1. I emailed the school to check that he had met up with this year 7 boy, which is true he did go to the park with this boy. They were confused and said it sounded strange as they don't interact at school, but said well have to take it on face value that they are friends. A2 was very angry and aggressive when he found out I had emailed the school. He greatly values the opinion of his teacher and TA. And was aggressively asking about the phone call I had with the teacher, demanding to know exactly what was said, even things I wouldn't know like what time did the teacher talk to the TA, and how did he tell the TA. His favourite person at he school is his TA.
He has also said that he doesn't want me to ever tell the school about he chatrooms, as he has said he'll ran away.
Now I find myself in a dilemma, I have already emailed the school deputy head, never received a reply back. Do I email his class teacher and basically say everything in detail like I have done in this post. Or will this negatively impact A2, he has made it very clear he doesn't want them to know but I feel out of my depth here. I have no clue what to do. He's behaviour is becoming increasingly worrying. Hes soon to be an adult. He's also made it very clear that at 16 he wants his phone back, he says he will be going on to chatrooms and will legally be able to give consent to have sexual relationships. And that's exactly what he's planning. I've tried to get him into sport (took them both the a cricket club for special needs children) not interested, Ive got them gym memberships not interested. He just seems to want to watch YouTube ( older TV only receives you tube no browsers).
It's only me and his dad and siblings, we have no extended family, me and their dad who has a lot of physical health problems have no friends. We spend most of our time with the children. I know he's a teenager and that brings difficulties but this just seems to get harder and with no one to turn to for advice I just don't know what to do for the best.
I just want to be a good enough parent and help A2 though all of this, whilst respecting his privacy but keeping him safe.
I hope this post makes sense.
2024.04.28 11:10 Itchy-Recognition840 The Ponzi Papers and the Burning Man
It's Friday, April 19th in New York City. Donald Trump is on trial for one of the many crimes he is accused of. Around 1:39 that afternoon, a man walks up to police barricades and the crowd of onlookers and media. He throws pamphlets on the ground before taking out a bottle of liquid and pouring it over his head and body. At 1:39 PM, the man lit himself on fire collapsing onto a police barricade. Police and bystanders attempted to extinguish the flames but their efforts failed to save the life of Max Azzarello.What would posses a man to do something like this? Well if you read all the news reports, it's because he was a crazy conspiracy theorist that lost his mind. That's where most of us left it. As with any story, there is usually more to it that we don't know. I don't like not knowing and this was a drastic and insane act that I had to better understand. Who is Max Azzarello and what was on the pamphlets he threw down before his horrible act? I started by looking into who Max was. He was some what of an activist, a researcher and investigator (in his own right) and a genuinely good person according to friends and family. Those close to him were devastated by the news and the actions that Max took on this April afternoon. The media has highlighted any flaw or error Max had during his life as they usually do when they want you to feel a certain way about someone. Outside of the act of setting himself on fire very publicly, why do they want you to dismiss him as a nut job? I had to find out what this was all about, what drove a seemingly normal man to do something this drastic. This final. With the help of a friend, I was able to find Max's final words online. I'll include a copy of Max's unabridged words below as I feel it is important that we all read it. After reading it, I understood what Max was trying to do. He wasn't a crazy man, he was a martyr. Max chose this fate not at random, but after much thought and analysis. He chose to travel from Florida to New York to enact his plan outside the trump trial because he knew that every media outlet in the “free” world would be outside covering the trial. They would not be able to ignore him now. He planned his actions with the mindset of getting the most coverage of it possible. The media mentioned it, then it went away like everything does in our society. Max was dead and nothing else has happened. I refuse to let Max be forgotten. Max had struggled deeply trying to get people to pay attention to his message. I can relate to that struggle as I've tried to spread his words since his death with virtually no response from anyone. The short of Max's claim is that our government here in America and others around the world working with them are planning something big. They plan a complete flip from democracy to fascism. That's crazy talk right? Well ask yourself this, is their any evidence of something like this happening? Would it even be possible? Let's look into that. In order for a government to overthrow the will and rights of its people requires many things and most of them have already been done. I'm not an expert on government and politics but I am a student of history and I have enough common sense to draw lines between things. I also have pretty good self-awareness that allows me to be critical of my conclusions and not grasp at straws. Let's go over some simple facts that we should all be aware of. Please remember, these are not conspiracies, these are hard proven facts. 1. Our government is corrupt. We all see the corruption and deceit no matter our political leanings or beliefs. We know they are robbing us blind and cheating and lying. They openly commit crimes and violate our civil rights. Let's look into the crimes we know of first before digging into our crumbling rights. 2. Crimes have included but are not limited to: Bribery, fraud, insider trading, sexual assault, theft, war crimes, extortion, and election fraud. I won't go into all the specifics on these, but I think the majority of people can agree that we have witnessed these crimes happen over and over and they go unpunished or get off with a slap on the wrist. We can argue who is guilty and who isn't of what crimes, but that is an argument distraction. They love that we argue and disagree so much. 3. Rights Violations. We are all generally aware of rights violations by police officers and law enforcement in general. We are less aware of the stripping of our rights by the government. This has been happening for a long time in America, but we only need to go back to the attacks on 9/11. After those attacks, a bill was passed illegally called the Patriot Act. We were sold a fake story with a fake premise of safety. They like to scare you so you want their protection. After we were lied to about Iraq having weapons of mass destruction resulting in another war, we were told the Patriot Act was a simple bill to protect us from terrorist. The truth was, that it was the first step in revoking our 4th amendment. With the revelations of Edward Snowden, we were informed of just how far our government went. Illegal spying, data collection, and rights violations under the name of national security. They don't need a warrant anymore and you have no defense from prosecution. They collect all of your data, all the time on all devices. Your entire life and everything you say or do is recorded by our handy cell phones and home assistants as well as a massive surveillance network. It's stored on NSA servers for anyone who gets out of line or stands up for their rights. Your fourth amendment died when those towers came down and a lot of you celebrated it. Censorship is putting the last nail in the coffin of our first amendment. We lost part of it long ago when the CIA enacted operation Mockingbird and infiltrated all of our media. We no longer have a free media. No matter what your favorite news channel, it and all of it's employees are government assets regardless of their personal knowledge of it. You only see what they want you to see. This is the main reason they have to kill tiktok. They always kill what they can't control.
I could go on with this for days, but hopefully you get the point that they are infringing or out right ended our rights. Maybe you are one of those people who is stars and bars American and believe in our system and country. You are probably insulting me as a conspiracy theorist or whatever the opposite of your political agenda is. Racist, communist, liberal, leftist, right wing, republican, democrat, whatever. I ask you only do one thing. Ask yourself if this is the country that we wanted for our selves and our children. Is this the nation and society our parents or grandparents wanted for us? Look around you. Don't add blame or feelings to things, just look at what they are. We are being destroyed by drugs and addiction. We have homeless encampments flooding our major cities. Crime is insane. Racial tension is higher than it's been since the civil rights movement despite the majority of American's being more accepting and less racist than our ancestors. We are being dumb-ed down with poor education and lies. Our economy is not good and we suffer from the pains of inflation. We have people starving to death in the worlds richest country. The cost of living is soaring past our income levels. 1% of our population owns more than the other 99%. You have virtually no workers rights in most states and are controlled by the corporations that own us all. Our food is poisoned and killing us. Just look at the report from an independent group on the amount of lead in Lunchables. Why didn't the FDA find that? It's what we pay them for after all. We are constantly inundated with propaganda designed to cause discourse, distraction and ignorance. The single most important document in American history has been labeled as bad and racist. Why would anyone want to make people turn against our constitution? They know most of you have never read the constitution let alone understand your rights. It's easy to manipulate those who are unaware of the facts. The constitution is not racist or evil. The men who wrote it might have been, that's an argument for another time. The document itself is amazing and critical. Stop reading it with negative thoughts about its writers and read it for what it says. We have the freedom of speech, freedom of press, and freedom of religion. It's the first right in the Bill of Rights for a reason. Our freedom of speech is required for us to speak out about injustices and have our concerns and complaints heard. It's singly the most important thing we have and yet many of your actively work to curtail that right for others. Be assured, it won't stop with the ones you don't want to hear. We need that freedom of speech to avoid having to enact other rights, but we will get back to that later. Freedom of religion doesn't feel that important to me because I'm not very religious. For those of us who are religious this is a major one. For those of us who are non religious, this right is for us as well. While it protects their right to practice their religion, it protects us from having to practice it with them. We all know that has been violated in both ways. Freedom of the press is very under appreciated. Having an open and honest news media allows the average American to know what is happening in our society and world. It use to be a very important tool for us to suss out corruption and crimes. It's now a weapon used against us and against political rivals. It shuts down open debate and promotes division and hate. It has been the single worst change for America. Many of you call for the removal of the second amendment and most with good reasoning and cause. Gun violence is ridiculous in the United States, but we have to understand the problem and not try to put a bandage on it. The criminals will still have guns even if you outlaw them. They might have less and be harder to get, but they will still commit crimes and own guns. We have to look at the reasons that so much gun crime happens. Is it culture, greed, hate, mental illness, or poverty? It's probably all of those and more but those pale in comparison to what could happen to an America without guns. We all want to live in a safe world where guns are effectively useless outside of hunting or sport, but that is a fantasy land currently. What the pro second amendment people fail to explain properly and often fail to understand themselves is that gun rights are required. You don't get to remove someone else's right. Sure we feel we need guns for protection in some cases, but the idea behind the second amendment is protection from the government. This is the point where someone comments about how stupid we are to think our little guns can defeat the American government or its forces. You are correct, that would be stupid to think that we can grab an AR-15 and defeat a group of FBI agents or military. After all, what can my little AR do to a tank or drone right? That's not the meaning behind the second amendment. The authors of the constitution were very aware of a governments ability to separate itself from its people and control them. We aren't supposed to start a fight or try some kind of war, they are a deterrent. It's our responsibility to hold our government accountable and when our branches are no longer separate and they are all corrupt, then we must act to arrest and prosecute the criminals on our own. Our government is so corrupt, so aligned, and so controlled by corporations and money that we will have to stand up, united and armed, and demand that they be handed to us for arrest and trial. We have to find honest judges and lawyers and we have to make sure that our laws are obeyed and we don't violate their rights while trying to retake ours. We must practice what we preach. Why the guns, because if you think they are going to stand there while thousands of unarmed citizens make demands you are crazy. We need to have massive numbers of people, all armed, to deter any action against us. We do not want a fight, we do not want war, but we will not be denied our rights and we will not allow the criminals to run this prison that use to be America. It's the second amendment because its the most important after our first amendment freedoms. They knew once you lost the first amendment, then the second is your only remaining option. We are nearly there and that's scary for most of us. We need to do this together because we can't fix any of our other problems while a bunch of elites who live in a different world from the rest of us are in control of everything.
You might be asking what can we do? Well, to start, go read the constitution or at least the Bill of Rights. Understand them and their value to you. Once you know your rights, its easier to see how often and horribly they are violated daily. Also, go read the words of Max Azzerrelo. Regardless of your feelings about him, have the respect to read the words that he died to share with the world. THE FOLLOWING ARE THE LAST WORDS OF MAX AZZARELLO
My name is Max Azzarello, and I am an investigative researcher who has set himself on fire outside of the Trump trial in Manhattan. This extreme act of protest is to draw attention to an urgent and important discovery: We are victims of a totalitarian con, and our own government (along with many of their allies) is about to hit us with an apocalyptic fascist world coup. These claims sound like fantastical conspiracy theory, but they are not. They are proof of conspiracy. If you investigate this mountain of research, you will prove them too. If you learn a great deal about Ponzi schemes, you will discover that our life is a lie. If you follow this story and the links below, you will discover the rotten truth of ‘post-truth America’. You will learn the scariest and stupidest story in world history. And you will realize that we are all in a desperate state of emergency that requires your action. To my friends and family, witnesses and first responders, I deeply apologize for inflicting this pain upon you. But I assure you it is a drop in the bucket compared to what our government intends to inflict.
Because these words are true, this is an act of revolution.
Last March, a billionaire named Peter Thiel started a bank run on Silicon Valley Bank. I knew enough about Thiel that I found this incredibly suspicious: My hunch was that this was intentional, though I couldn’t fathom why. I began investigating online, and quickly found cryptocurrency’s fingerprints all over it. The bank run occurred just days after Silvergate Bank – which catered almost exclusively to crypto companies – collapsed. Meanwhile, several crypto cheerleaders were all over financial media warning of a regional banking crisis, and nobody in media was addressing the clear crypto connections. I dug deep into the financials of Thiel’s venture capital firm Founders Fund and eventually uncovered the following, all proven many times over. Cryptocurrency is our first planetary multi-trillion-dollar Ponzi scheme. It was expressly created for this purpose by a laundry list of rich and powerful people out of Stanford/Silicon Valley and Harvard/Facebook. The March 2023 bank failures were all intentional: the banks were used to move out stolen Ponzi money. This signals that they’re no longer dumping cash in to keep the cryptocurrency Ponzi afloat, and that it will soon go insolvent, as all Ponzis must. When the Ponzi scheme goes insolvent, it will take down half the stock market with it: The perpetrators used their major companies to pipe into the blockchain so they could funnel money out from the crypto exchanges. This includes Google, Tesla, Apple, PayPal, Facebook, Disney, Walmart, Target, InBev, Zoom, and countless others. It is a Ponzi scheme so large that it created global inflation, which is why the price of Bitcoin has been a remarkable leading indicator for inflation rates. Victims who bought crypto don’t realize their money has already been stolen, so the money gets double-counted by the victims and the criminals who stole it. As it turns out, our elites are awash in Ponzi schemes. Stanford’s StartX.com investment fund and Jeffrey Epstein’s ‘Program for Evolutionary Dynamics’ he ran at Harvard are both fake-science Ponzi factories that these schools have invested billions in: They are filled with fraudulent companies that use smoke and mirrors to promise miraculous new technology, but always collapse while the perpetrators only get richer.Funneling trillions of dollars in stolen cash through the stock market created the largest stock-market anomaly in history. The stock chart signature of a Ponzi scheme is a massive increase (while they stack up cash) and then a massive fall (as they funnel out the stolen cash). This chart shape appeared in all the companies listed above. In order to explain the massive anomaly, our criminal government unleashed COVID on the world and told us these were the “stay at home stocks.”
Ponzi schemes are vicious beasts, and cryptocurrency is history’s largest Ponzi by orders of magnitude. It could best be described as an economic doomsday device, intentionally made to shatter the world economy. The U.S. government is fully involved in this totalitarian con: To illustrate its bipartisan support, I’ll note that nearly every participant of the Clinton Global Initiative has ties to cryptocurrency, while two of the biggest tech VCs who participated are Trump associates Josh Kushner and Anthony Scaramucci. To better understand our form of government, I will point you to one of the most astonishing pieces of stand-alone evidence I’ve found: Arkansas Governor Bill Clinton’s 1988 DNC speech where he nominated Mike Dukakis for president against George H.W. Bush. The speech is a vile, mean-spirited roast of Dukakis that makes no sense whatsoever: For Clinton to ruthlessly attack a member of his own party should have been political suicide, and he repeatedly mocks Dukakis’ noble and earnest qualities. Notably, actor Rob Lowe, who was supporting Dukakis, was victim of a teen sex blackmail operation at the DNC that year. Since we know Clinton is a close associate with teen sex blackmail artist Jeffrey Epstein, we can suddenly make perfect sense of the nonsensical speech by applying this lens: Bill Clinton is a cocky mob boss who blackmailed Mike Dukakis because Dukakis thought his job was to help the public. He teases out the future public revelation that Kitty Dukakis drank rubbing alcohol, and offers a strange anecdote about the crack epidemic that reveals he is an exceedingly proud drug runner. What does this revelation tell us? That our government is conning us completely. That Bill Clinton was secretly on (former CIA Director) George H.W. Bush’s side, and that the Democrat vs. Republican division has been entirely manufactured ever since: Clinton is with Bush; Gore is with Bush; Trump is with Hillary, and so on. When they present themselves in public, they are acting as characters that are against one another, practicing kayfabe as wrestlers do. As it turns out, we have a secret kleptocracy: Both parties are run by financial criminals whose only goals are to divide, deceive, and bleed us dry. They divide the public against itself and blame the other party while everything gets worse and more expensive and handful of people take all the money.Since it is fully parasitic, a secret kleptocracy is an incredibly unstable form of government – left to its own devices, it can only lead to fascism or failed state.
One of the key findings of this research is that Harvard University is one of the largest organized crime fronts in history, which is how they churn out billionaires – it’s a major hub of this sprawling criminal network. As it turns out, dozens of the writers of The Simpsons went to Harvard. So I asked myself the question: If The Simpsons served the interests of organized crime, how would it do so? Well, it offers a dysfunctional family suffering from moral decay, a community incapable of solving its problems, a worker drone who slaves away for an evil billionaire, and cathartic laughs for our poor collective circumstances. There are some notable specifics as it relates to this research, too: In Marge vs. The Monorail, the townsfolk are too oafish and divided to invest in the town’s needs (fix Main Street) and fall for the charms of a dazzling showman with a bogus monorail Ponzi scheme. When we know that the show is closely linked to an organization that invests billions of dollars in Ponzi factories, this becomes quite damning. In Lisa the Iconoclast, Lisa discovers that town founder Jebediah Springfield was a secret criminal con artist, and that the townsfolk’s lives are a lie. Realizing this is an important discovery, she desperately tries to get the townsfolk to listen to her. But they meet her with hostility, apathy, disbelief, and partisanship and she fails to get through to them. Ultimately, she realizes the town is so far gone that perhaps it’s better for them to be lied to by con artists, and she keeps the secret to herself. And here I’ve been, like Lisa Simpson, desperately trying to get friends, family, and the public to believe the proof of a totalitarian con I’m trying to show them, and they’ve turned away with hostility, apathy, disbelief, and partisanship. And so, we realize the criminal truth of The Simpsons: Our elites are telling us that our eroding collective circumstances are our own fault, and we can’t do anything about it, while they steal the American Dream from us. It is, for lack of a more elegant word, brainwashing. — Lastly, we string these major discoveries together: Cryptocurrency is an economic doomsday device; our government is a secret kleptocracy; The Simpsons exists to brainwash us. From there, the only research we need is critical thinking and we’re able to piece together the true story of our circumstances. Consider America since 1988: Institutions like healthcare and universities have become parasitic in their skyrocketing prices. News media tells us to be angry and tribalized. Daytime television warns us of moral decay. Local news tell us to fear our neighbors. The Simpsons tells us we’re too oafish and divided to save the American Dream. Seinfeld tells us to celebrate the assholes and be irritated by all the normal people around us. “Reality” TV tells us that real life is filled with hedonism and strife. Social media, owned by crypto criminals like Mark Zuckerberg and Elon Musk, is flooded with nonsense conspiracy theories and memes reminding us that we are hopeless, helpless, anxious, depressed, ironic, scared, apathetic, escapist, lonely, misguided, and jaded, telling us we can’t do anything but have a laugh at our circumstances. Liberals mock the hypocrisy of conservatives; conservatives mock the hypocrisy of liberals, and our collective circumstances erode. The left shouts “All Cops Are Bastards,” which ensures they’ll be hated by the police and the public (and flies in the face of leftist theory). The public’s distrust of the government is at an all-time high, but so is the belief that we are helpless to do anything about it. And with all this, a sharp rise in apocalyptic messaging: Climate change will kill us all; COVID will kill us all; vaccines will kill us all; AI will kill us all – no matter the bubbles we ascribe to, we’re bombarded with existential crises with no solutions. We’ve seen a surge in apocalyptic film, literature, and video games that tell us there is no way out of our poor circumstances but total societal breakdown. Zombies tell us that the public is our enemy. If you go to your nearest convenience store, you can buy a can of water called “Liquid Death.” This is our rotten farce: For our entire lives, we have been flooded with media designed to slowly steer us into a world where the American Dream was dead, where the public was fully divided against itself, where everybody believed we were powerless to do anything about our worsening circumstances. It is all so they can organize an unprecedented, apocalyptic rug pull on the entire populace as they pivot to fascism, which is perhaps best understood as kleptocracy at the barrel of a gun. When we piece it all together, we understand the truth: We are in a totalitarian doomsday cult. Why on earth would our elites do this? There are many reasons, but the simplest is because capitalism is unsustainable, and they knew it: Climate change and resource extraction would catch up eventually. So, they never intended to sustain it. They knew all along that they would gobble up all the wealth they could, and then yank the rug out from under us so they could pivot to a hellish fascist dystopia. — Things escalated wildly in 1988 when former CIA Director George H.W. Bush got the White House, but this plan had been in action long prior: Why is Stanley Kubrick’s comedy about mutually assured destruction called Dr. Strangelove: Or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb? Because he was a cocky secret fascist who was getting us to stop worrying and love the bomb. Why did he make A Clockwork Orange? So we’d rejoice at ultra-violence designed to desensitize us to the horrors of the world. Why were the Manson Family murders crawling with cover-ups and intelligence agents? Because our government wanted to make us fear for our lives and believe that hippies are deranged psychopaths. Why did Walt Disney produce a fraudulent documentary that told us Lemmings follow each other off cliffs? So we would believe it. Why did The Beatles tell us to fear the taxman, to scoff at revolution, chase nonsense conspiracy theories, and that happiness is a warm gun? So we would believe it. Why did Easy Rider tell us that the hippie movement was dead? So we would believe it. Why did Chinatown end with defeatism in the face of massive corruption? So we would believe it. Why did George Orwell tell us of a hellish future of totalitarian control that we are powerless to stop? So we would believe it. Why did Wall Street tell us “greed is good”? So we would believe it. Why did Do The Right Thing tell us we’re all racially tribalized? So we would believe it. Why did Simpsons creator Matt Groening make a comic strip called Life in Hell? So we would believe it. And on, and on, and on, and on. When it comes to any popular media, if you ask yourself the question, “Why would secret doomsday cult kleptocrats want the public to consume this?”, you will find your answers. — This is obviously very bad news, but the biggest lie we’ve been told is that we are powerless. We’ve got one way out of hellworld, and that’s for the public to realize that we’ve been conned completely so we can build a united movement that shatters every lie they’ve told us, mocks this rotten farce as loudly as it deserves, and aims at nothing short of abolishing our criminal government so we can build one that serves the public. To understand this story is to see right through the con, to become immune to the endless sea of criminal propaganda, and to feel the great joy and power that comes with freedom. If a small number of people quickly put on these truth-colored glasses, we are in for an unimaginably bright future. If not, we get an apocalypse. For more information, I’ve put together this booklet that includes other major findings and a map to a sea of proof, along with all the other essays on this site. For the true history of America since the end of World War II, see here. To see this discovery unfold in real-time, along with further explanations, hundreds of pieces of evidence not covered here, advice, inspiration, political theory, and the heart and soul of a man escaping history’s largest doomsday cult, see my Instagram story highlights. I apologize for leaving things so scattered, but this has been an exhausting affair. So long as you understand this (true) ideology, you will be able to learn the whole story. Here is a federal lawsuit I filed against dozens of perpetrators of the cryptocurrency Ponzi – not for litigation, but just to preserve the information and attach my name to it. I was terrified and hadn’t slept in days and it shows, but it served its purpose of keeping myself alive long enough to keep learning and telling this story. I no longer have my original research files from the crypto rabbit hole. If you want to see them, you’ll have to get my laptop back from the government. Ask them how they got it - it’s a very fun story. I hope you know how powerful you are. I wish you a hell of a lot more than luck. Max Azzarello2024.04.28 10:13 Arbrand Stalked by My Patient
I need to tell you all about something that happened to me, something I did, and whats likely going to happen in a few minutes from now.
So there I was. I've been driving for hours, my mind numb from the long shift at the hospital. The clock on my dashboard reads 2:37 AM, and I can barely keep my eyes open. All I want is to get home, crawl into bed, and forget about the stress of the day.
I almost don't notice the flashing red and blue lights in my rear-view mirror. My heart skips a beat as I realize I'm being pulled over. I quickly run through a mental checklist—I wasn't speeding, my taillights are working, and my registration is up to date. Confused and more than a bit anxious, I carefully maneuver my car onto the shoulder of the road, coming to a stop on a dimly lit off-ramp.
As I wait for the officer to approach, I try to calm my nerves. I watch in the side mirror as the patrol car's door opens and a tall figure steps out. There's something odd about the way he moves, a slight hitch in his step that makes my unease grow. As he draws closer, I notice that his uniform seems a bit off—the fabric looks worn and faded, and the fit is slightly askew.
The officer reaches my window and taps on the glass with a gloved hand. I hesitate for a moment, a sudden chill running down my spine. I take a deep breath and roll down the window, forcing a smile onto my face. "Good evening, officer," I say, my voice sounding strained to my own ears. "What seems to be the problem?"
The man leans down, his face obscured by the shadows cast by his hat. "License and registration," he demands, his voice gruff and impatient.
I nod, reaching for my purse with trembling hands. As I fumble for my wallet, I can't shake the feeling that something is terribly wrong. The officer's presence feels menacing, and the darkness surrounding us seems to press in on me from all sides. I hand over my driver's license, watching as the officer examines it under the harsh glare of his flashlight.
Seconds feel like hours as I wait for the officer to speak. My heart pounds in my chest, and my palms grow clammy with sweat. Finally, the man looks up, his eyes hidden beneath the brim of his hat. "Step out of the vehicle," he orders, his tone leaving no room for argument.
My mind races as I try to process the request. Why does he want me to get out of the car? I haven't done anything wrong. A wave of fear washes over me as I slowly reach for the door handle, my instincts screaming at me to flee. I step out onto the off-ramp, the cool night air sending a shiver down my spine. The officer towers over me, his presence overwhelming in the darkness.
"Officer, I don't understand," I begin, my voice trembling. "Why do you need me to—"
The man steps closer, his hand moving to rest on the holster at his hip. "Don't ask questions," he snaps, his voice cold and menacing. "Just do as I say."
This isn't a routine traffic stop. I just knew something is very, very wrong.
I stand there, frozen in fear, as the officer looms over me. His eyes are hidden beneath the brim of his hat, but I can feel the intensity of his gaze. My mind is racing, trying to figure out a way to escape this situation. Every instinct in my body is screaming at me to run, but I know I won't make it far.
The officer steps closer, and I can feel the heat of his body behind me. He kicks my feet apart, and I hear the sickening sound of his zipper being lowered. Tears stream down my face as I realize what he's about to do.
But then, a sudden burst of adrenaline surges through my veins. I can't let this happen. I won't be a victim. In a flash, I spin around, my elbow connecting with the officer's jaw. He stumbles back, surprised by my sudden attack.
I don't waste a second. I sprint for my car, yanking open the door and jumping inside. My hands shake violently as I fumble with the keys, my heart pounding in my ears. I can hear his footsteps behind me, getting closer with every second.
Finally, the engine roars to life. I slam my foot on the gas, the tires screeching as I peel out onto the highway. In my rear-view mirror, I see the man standing in the middle of the road, his face contorted with rage.
I don't stop driving until I'm miles away, my body shaking with a mixture of fear and relief. I can hardly believe what just happened. I was so close to becoming another horror story, another statistic.
It had been a week since that night, and I'm still struggling to come to terms with what happened. I reported the incident to the police, but they seem skeptical of my story. They keep asking me if I'm sure it was a real officer, if I might have misinterpreted the situation. I can tell they don't believe me, and it's just adding to the trauma I'm already dealing with.
The days blur together in a haze of exhaustion and paranoia. Sleep eludes me, and when it does come, it's filled with nightmares that jolt me awake in a cold sweat. Every time I close my eyes, I'm back on that dimly lit off-ramp, trapped and helpless. I can feel the phantom sensation of his breath on my skin, the rough grip of his hands. The memories loop endlessly, inescapable.
I try to go about my daily life, but I'm constantly looking over my shoulder, jumping at every unexpected noise or flicker of movement in my peripheral vision. I feel like I'm being watched, stalked by an unseen predator waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. The rational part of my mind tries to reassure me that I'm safe, but it's drowned out by the incessant whisper of fear.
Doubt gnaws at me, insidious and relentless. I find myself questioning every interaction leading up to that night, dissecting my own actions and words for any hint of provocation. Did I somehow bring this upon myself? The thought sickens me, but it's like a splinter burrowed deep beneath my skin—I can't shake it loose.
A few days after the incident, I start noticing cryptic activity on my social media accounts. It starts with likes on old posts, the kind of stuff no one would normally care about. High school photos, ancient status updates, all suddenly resurfacing with newfound attention. Each time I check the accounts responsible, I find myself staring at private profiles or anonymous avatars.
One interaction stands out, sending a chill down my spine. It's a reply to an old Halloween photo from my college days, where I had dressed as a vintage nurse in fishnets while studying for my RN degree. The comment reads, "Wouldn't want to be caught in the cold wearing that, little bird!" The words seem to drip with malice, and I feel a sickening certainty that it's him, my stalker, taunting me from behind a veil of anonymity.
With shaking hands, I type out a reply: "Leave me alone, you sick fuck." I block the account, hoping to sever the connection. But curiosity and fear get the better of me, and I find myself unblocking it just to view the profile, desperate for any scrap of identifying information. But there's nothing, just another faceless specter haunting my online presence.
The harassment doesn't stop there. Footsteps echo behind me on empty sidewalks, but when I whirl around, there's never anyone there. I come home to find my apartment door unlocked, small items moved slightly out of place, as if someone has been rifling through my life while I was away.
I go to the police, but they brush off my concerns. Without hard evidence, they claim there's nothing they can do. They question my story, wonder aloud if I'm blowing a tasteless prank out of proportion. I see the doubt in their eyes, the unspoken accusation that I'm overreacting, that I'm not a truly sympathetic victim.
I install security cameras, take self-defense classes, try to fortify my life against this faceless threat. But every day, the noose of fear tightens around my throat. I'm suffocating in my own home, a prisoner of my trauma. I'm unraveling, the fabric of my sanity fraying thread by thread.
I don't know how much longer I can survive like this, constantly braced for an attack that could come at any moment. I'm trapped in a waking nightmare with no end in sight. In a desperate attempt to regain some sense of control, I start obsessively analyzing the profiles and replies, searching for any clue that might lead me to my tormentor’s true identity. That’s when it hits me.
Little bird. The words echo in my mind, a sickening sense of familiarity washing over me. I've heard that phrase before, whispered in a voice that makes my skin crawl. Suddenly, I'm transported back to the hospital, to long nights spent in the dimly lit corridors of the psych ward.
I see his face in my mind's eye, a patient I treated years ago. Ethan Donahue, a young man with a history of violent delusions and obsessive tendencies. He used to fixate on me during our sessions, his eyes following my every move with unsettling intensity. And he always called me his little bird.
At the time, I'd dismissed it as a harmless quirk, a symptom of his fractured psyche. But now, the memory takes on a sinister edge. I think back to the way he used to fly into jealous rages when I mentioned other patients, the cryptic comments he'd make about wanting to keep me all to himself. I'd always brushed it off, telling myself it was just the illness talking.
How could I have been so naive?
With a rising sense of dread, I rifle through my old patient files, my hands shaking as I find Ethan's case history. I scan the pages, my heart pounding as I take in the details I'd once overlooked. The sketches of me in the margins of his therapy journal, the way he'd manipulated the other nurses into giving him information about my schedule. It's all there, a roadmap of obsession and madness.
And then, I see the discharge note, buried at the bottom of the file. Ethan had been released last Christmas, deemed stable enough to reintegrate into society. The date on the paper mocks me, a cruel reminder of how long he's been out there, watching me, waiting.
I feel like I'm going to be sick, the pieces of the puzzle clicking into place with nauseating clarity. Ethan is my stalker, my attacker. He's been planning this for months, biding his time until he could strike.
The police had been right all along—the man on the off-ramp was never a real officer. It was Ethan, in a twisted game of dress-up, playing out his sick fantasies. And now, he's escalating, growing bolder in his pursuit of me.
With the realization that Ethan is my stalker still echoing in my mind, I know I need to act fast. The police station is my best chance at safety, but it's a good twenty-minute drive. I hastily gather the files and messages, my hands trembling as I shove them into a bag.
I rush out to my car, the cool night air hitting my face as I fumble with my keys. The isolation of my surroundings, once a comfort, now feels like a suffocating trap. I glance around nervously, half-expecting to see a shadowy figure lurking in the darkness.
I peel out of the driveway, my heart pounding as I speed down the deserted country road. The darkness seems to press in from all sides, the feeble glow of my headlights barely cutting through the gloom. I try to steady my breathing, telling myself that I'm just being paranoid.
I'm just a few miles from the police station when it happens. I take a turn too fast, my car fishtailing on the gravel shoulder. For a sickening moment, I'm certain I'm going to crash, my life ending in a twisted heap of metal. But somehow, I manage to regain control, the tires finding purchase on the asphalt once more.
I cannot describe to you the sense of dread that filled me as police lights flickered on behind me. I tried to ignore it, like it wasn’t real, but the car behind me was right on my bumper, so close I could feel the heat of its engine. The sirens are deafening, the red and blue lights strobing across my vision. I'm blinded, disoriented, my heart slamming against my ribs like it's trying to escape.
I swerve, trying to shake my pursuer, but it's no use. The car rams into my bumper, the impact sending a shockwave through my entire body. My teeth rattle, my neck snapping forward with whiplash force. I taste blood, feel it trickling down my chin from where I've bitten my tongue.
I'm losing control, the world spinning sickeningly around me. I pump the brakes, but the pedal goes all the way to the floor, useless. The car is shuddering, shaking apart beneath me. I can hear the groan of metal, the squeal of tires fighting for traction.
Another jarring impact, and I feel the wheels leave the ground. For a moment, there's a strange sense of weightlessness, my stomach lurching into my throat. Time stretches out, each second an eternity. And then, the world explodes.
The sound is deafening; shattering glass and twisting metal. I feel the car flipping, rolling, my body tossed like a rag doll. The seatbelt cuts into my chest, my neck, my face slamming against the airbag with bruising force.
I'm dimly aware of pain, of blood, of the acrid stench of leaking fuel. Everything is chaos, a kaleidoscope of broken images. I see the ground, the sky, the crumpled remains of my car. I hear the hiss of steam, the crackle of broken electronics.
And then, silence.
I drift in and out of consciousness, my mind struggling to make sense of what's happened. I'm trapped, I realize dimly. The car is on its side, the driver's side door crumpled inward like a crushed soda can. I can feel the weight of the steering column pressed against my chest, making it hard to breathe.
Through the shattered windshield, I see a figure approaching, silhouetted against the glare of headlights. My heart seizes, a fresh wave of terror crashing over me. This is it, the moment I've been dreading. He's finally caught me, and there's nowhere left to run.
I try to move, to crawl away, but my body won't obey. Every breath is agony, my ribs screaming in protest. I taste blood, feel it bubbling on my lips. The world is going gray at the edges, my vision tunneling.
The figure reaches the wreckage of my car, and I brace myself for the inevitable. For hands that will drag me out into the night, for a face that will haunt my nightmares. I close my eyes, waiting for the end.
But the end doesn't come. Instead, I hear a voice, distant and echoing like it's coming from underwater. "Ma'am? Can you hear me? I'm here to help."
I force my eyes open, blinking against the harsh glare of the lights. The figure leans closer, and through the haze of pain and fear, I see a face. Not the face I was expecting, twisted with madness and obsession. But a stranger's face, etched with concern and urgency.
A police officer. A real one.
Relief crashes over me, so intense it's almost painful. I'm not in his clutches. I'm not at the mercy of my darkest fears. I'm safe, or as safe as I can be, broken and bleeding in the wreckage of my own paranoia.
As the officer begins to work on extracting me from the twisted remains of my car, calling for backup and medical assistance, I let myself slip into the welcoming embrace of unconsciousness. The last thing I see before the darkness claims me is the flashing red and blue of real police lights, a beacon of hope in the longest, most terrifying night of my life.
I drift back to consciousness slowly, the world filtering in through a haze of pain and confusion. At first, all I'm aware of is the beeping of machines, the distant murmur of voices. The air smells sterile, sharp with the tang of disinfectant.
I try to move, to sit up, but my body feels strangely heavy, weighed down by a bone-deep exhaustion. I blink, my vision blurry, and gradually the room comes into focus. White walls, white sheets, a window with the blinds drawn. I'm in a hospital bed, I realize, an IV drip snaking from my arm.
Memories come back in fragmented pieces, jagged shards of terror and pain. The car chase, the accident, the figure approaching through the smoke. I feel my heart rate quicken, the beeping of the monitors speeding up in response.
A nurse appears at my bedside, her face kind and concerned. She talks to me in soothing tones, explaining my injuries, the surgeries I've undergone. I've been unconscious for two days, she tells me, my body working to heal from the trauma of the crash.
The police come to talk to me later that day, two detectives in somber suits. They ask me gently about the events leading up to the accident, and I find myself pouring out the whole story. Ethan's obsession, the stalking, the threats. The growing paranoia that had consumed my every waking moment.
I tell them about the files, the evidence I'd gathered. The messages, the photographs, the case notes that proved the depth of Ethan's madness. I beg them to find it, to use it to put him away forever.
But the detectives exchange a heavy glance, and I feel a sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach. They inform me solemnly that my car had caught fire in the aftermath of the crash, the flames consuming everything inside. The files, the bag, my cell phone - all of it reduced to ashes and melted plastic.
I feel like I've been punched in the gut, the air rushing out of my lungs. Without that evidence, it's my word against Ethan's. And who would believe me, a traumatized woman raving about a stalker? I can already imagine the pitying looks, the whispers behind my back. The poor, delusional girl who couldn't handle the stress of her job.
I feel tears streaming down my face, hot and bitter. I've fought so hard, come so far, only to have my last hope snatched away. It's not fair, I want to scream. I did everything right, everything I was supposed to do. And still, he wins.
The detectives promise to investigate, to look into Ethan's background and behavior. But I can see the doubt in their eyes, the unspoken question. What if I'm making it all up? What if there is no stalker, no threat, just a fragile mind pushed to the brink?
I sink back against the pillows, feeling hollow and empty. The future stretches out before me, bleak and uncertain. How can I go back to my life, knowing that he's still out there? That at any moment, he could decide to make good on his promises?
In the weeks that follow my discharge from the hospital, I throw myself into the hard work of healing. It's a slow, painful process, filled with therapy sessions, support groups, and endless hours of self-reflection. Some days, it feels like I'm barely keeping my head above water, like the weight of my trauma is dragging me under.
But I refuse to give up. I cling to that stubborn spark inside me, that ember of determination that refuses to be extinguished. I may be broken, but I am not beaten.
The detectives keep me updated on their investigation, but the progress is slow. Without hard evidence, they're forced to rely on circumstantial clues and character witnesses. They interview Ethan's colleagues, his friends, anyone who might have insight into his behavior.
At first, the reports are discouraging. By all accounts, Ethan is a model employee, a respected member of the community. No one wants to believe that he could be capable of something so heinous. He had been staying at a halfway house since his release, and by all accounts he was doing quite well.
The days turn into weeks, and still, there's no progress in the investigation. Every lead seems to hit a dead end, every witness statement contradicts the last. I can feel the detectives' frustration growing, their initial determination slowly giving way to resignation.
And with each passing day, I feel my own grip on sanity slipping.
I try to go about my life, to find some semblance of normalcy in the routine of work and therapy. But Ethan's shadow looms over everything, tainting even the most mundane moments with a sense of dread. I find myself constantly looking over my shoulder, jumping at every unexpected sound or flicker of movement.
The paranoia consumes me, eating away at my mind like a cancer. I start to see Ethan everywhere - in the face of every patient, the silhouette of every stranger on the street. I hear his voice in every whisper, feel his eyes on me in every crowd.
I become obsessed with the investigation, pouring over every scrap of evidence, every tiny detail of Ethan's life. I spend long hours online, scouring social media and public records for any hint of his whereabouts, his activities.
And the more I dig, the more convinced I become that Ethan is not just a troubled man, but a true monster. I uncover stories of past obsessions, of restraining orders and terrified ex-girlfriends. I read his old case files, the disturbing fantasies and violent impulses documented in cold, clinical detail.
How could I have been so blind, I berate myself. How could I have let myself be taken in by his charm, his manipulation? I should have seen the warning signs, should have acted before it was too late. The guilt eats away at me, mingling with the fear and the rage until I can barely tell them apart. I start to fantasize about taking matters into my own hands, about making Ethan pay for what he's done to me.
I imagine confronting him, seeing the look of shock and terror on his face as he realizes that I'm no longer his victim, but his judge, jury, and executioner. I picture my hands around his throat, squeezing the life out of him, watching the light fade from his eyes.
It's a dark, twisted fantasy, but it's the only thing that brings me any sense of peace. The only thing that quiets the screaming in my head, the constant, relentless chorus of "it's not over, he's still out there, he's coming for you."
I know it's wrong. I know that violence is not the answer, that revenge will not heal the wounds on my soul. But I'm so tired of being afraid, so tired of jumping at shadows and wondering if every moment will be my last.
And so, in the darkest hours of the night, I start to plan.
I research weapons, studying the mechanics of guns and knives with a morbid fascination. I practice self-defense moves until my muscles ache and my knuckles bleed, imagining Ethan's face on every punching bag, every sparring partner.
I find out everything about his habits from his case files. I search endlessly looking for any clue as to the exact halfway house and room he is staying in.
And finally, after weeks of preparation, I find it. A location, an opportunity. A chance to end this nightmare once and for all.
This is my fate, I realize. This is the path I was always meant to walk. The path that will lead me out of the darkness, into the light of a new dawn.
I gather my supplies, my weapons. I dress in dark, nondescript clothing, my face hidden beneath a hood and a mask. And then, with a sense of grim determination, I set out into the night.
I arrive at the halfway house, my heart pounding in my chest. The building looms before me, a nondescript brick structure that could be any one of a thousand others in the city. But to me, it's the epicenter of my nightmares, the lair of the monster who has haunted my every waking moment.
I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what's to come. And then, with a final check of my weapon, I make my way inside.
The halls are quiet, the residents long since retired to their rooms for the night. I move silently, my footsteps muffled by the thin carpet, until I find myself standing outside Ethan's door.
For a moment, I hesitate. The reality of what I'm about to do crashes over me, the enormity of the line I'm about to cross. But then, I think of all the months of terror, all the sleepless nights and waking nightmares. And my resolve hardens.
I knock on the door, my hand trembling slightly. I hear movement from inside, the sound of footsteps approaching. And then, the door swings open.
Ethan stands before me, his face a mask of confusion and surprise. He opens his mouth to speak, but before he can utter a word, I raise my gun and pull the trigger.
The shot is deafening in the confines of the hallway, the muzzle flash blinding. Ethan staggers back, his hands clutching at his chest. He looks down at the spreading red stain on his shirt, then back up at me, his eyes wide with shock and betrayal.
"Why?" he gasps, his voice a ragged whisper.
"You know why," I spit, my own voice shaking with rage and adrenaline. "You stalked me, terrorized me, made my life a living hell. Did you really think I would just let that go?"
Ethan shakes his head, his face contorting in pain and confusion. "I don't know what you're talking about," he insists. "I never stalked you. I haven't even seen you since I left the hospital."
For a moment, I falter. But then, I remember the fear, the paranoia, the constant sense of being watched and hunted. And I know, with a sickening certainty, that Ethan is lying.
I raise my gun again, ready to finish what I started. But before I can pull the trigger, I hear a scream from behind me.
I whirl around, my heart in my throat. A woman stands in the doorway, her face a mask of horror and disbelief. She rushes past me, falling to her knees beside Ethan's crumpled form.
"Why?" she sobs, cradling his head in her lap. "Why would you do this to him?"
I try to explain, to make her understand the hell I've been through. The woman just stares at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of pity and revulsion.
"That's impossible," she says, her voice trembling. "Ethan has been here every night for the past six months. He's part of our reintegration program, he's not allowed to leave the premises without permission."
I feel like the ground is shifting beneath my feet, my whole world tilting on its axis. I look down at Ethan, at the blood pooling beneath his still form. And I feel a wave of nausea wash over me.
I stumble back, my gun slipping from my numb fingers. I turn and run, blindly, desperately, as if I could outpace the truth of what I've done.
I don't know how I make it back to my apartment, my mind a haze of panic and confusion. I lock the door behind me, my hands shaking so violently I can barely turn the key.
And then, I sink to the floor, my back against the door, my knees pulled up to my chest. I'm sobbing, great, heaving gasps that tear at my throat and leave me dizzy and lightheaded.
The reality of what I've done crashes over me, the enormity of my mistake. I've killed an innocent man, a victim of my own delusions and paranoia. Unless that woman was lying too. Unless she was in on it.
I don't know how long I sit there, lost in my own despair. Minutes? Hours? Time loses all meaning in a situation like this. But eventually, I pull myself to my feet. I make my way to my computer, my fingers trembling as I open a new document.
And I begin to write this story.
Now, I can hear heavy purposeful footsteps echoing up my building's stairwell. They’re coming for me. I don’t have much time left, so I’ll end with this;
If you're reading this if you're trapped in your own nightmare, please know that you're not alone. That even in the depths of your pain, there is still a glimmer of light. Don't give up. Don't let the darkness win. Reach out, get help, find the strength to keep fighting. Because you matter. Your story matters. And no matter how lost you feel, no matter how far you've fallen, there is always a way back. A path to healing, to hope, to a future beyond the shadows.
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So there I was. I've been driving for hours, my mind numb from the long shift at the hospital. The clock on my dashboard reads 2:37 AM, and I can barely keep my eyes open. All I want is to get home, crawl into bed, and forget about the stress of the day.
I almost don't notice the flashing red and blue lights in my rear-view mirror. My heart skips a beat as I realize I'm being pulled over. I quickly run through a mental checklist—I wasn't speeding, my taillights are working, and my registration is up to date. Confused and more than a bit anxious, I carefully maneuver my car onto the shoulder of the road, coming to a stop on a dimly lit off-ramp.
As I wait for the officer to approach, I try to calm my nerves. I watch in the side mirror as the patrol car's door opens and a tall figure steps out. There's something odd about the way he moves, a slight hitch in his step that makes my unease grow. As he draws closer, I notice that his uniform seems a bit off—the fabric looks worn and faded, and the fit is slightly askew.
The officer reaches my window and taps on the glass with a gloved hand. I hesitate for a moment, a sudden chill running down my spine. I take a deep breath and roll down the window, forcing a smile onto my face. "Good evening, officer," I say, my voice sounding strained to my own ears. "What seems to be the problem?"
The man leans down, his face obscured by the shadows cast by his hat. "License and registration," he demands, his voice gruff and impatient.
I nod, reaching for my purse with trembling hands. As I fumble for my wallet, I can't shake the feeling that something is terribly wrong. The officer's presence feels menacing, and the darkness surrounding us seems to press in on me from all sides. I hand over my driver's license, watching as the officer examines it under the harsh glare of his flashlight.
Seconds feel like hours as I wait for the officer to speak. My heart pounds in my chest, and my palms grow clammy with sweat. Finally, the man looks up, his eyes hidden beneath the brim of his hat. "Step out of the vehicle," he orders, his tone leaving no room for argument.
My mind races as I try to process the request. Why does he want me to get out of the car? I haven't done anything wrong. A wave of fear washes over me as I slowly reach for the door handle, my instincts screaming at me to flee. I step out onto the off-ramp, the cool night air sending a shiver down my spine. The officer towers over me, his presence overwhelming in the darkness.
"Officer, I don't understand," I begin, my voice trembling. "Why do you need me to—"
The man steps closer, his hand moving to rest on the holster at his hip. "Don't ask questions," he snaps, his voice cold and menacing. "Just do as I say."
This isn't a routine traffic stop. I just knew something is very, very wrong.
I stand there, frozen in fear, as the officer looms over me. His eyes are hidden beneath the brim of his hat, but I can feel the intensity of his gaze. My mind is racing, trying to figure out a way to escape this situation. Every instinct in my body is screaming at me to run, but I know I won't make it far.
The officer steps closer, and I can feel the heat of his body behind me. He kicks my feet apart, and I hear the sickening sound of his zipper being lowered. Tears stream down my face as I realize what he's about to do.
But then, a sudden burst of adrenaline surges through my veins. I can't let this happen. I won't be a victim. In a flash, I spin around, my elbow connecting with the officer's jaw. He stumbles back, surprised by my sudden attack.
I don't waste a second. I sprint for my car, yanking open the door and jumping inside. My hands shake violently as I fumble with the keys, my heart pounding in my ears. I can hear his footsteps behind me, getting closer with every second.
Finally, the engine roars to life. I slam my foot on the gas, the tires screeching as I peel out onto the highway. In my rear-view mirror, I see the man standing in the middle of the road, his face contorted with rage.
I don't stop driving until I'm miles away, my body shaking with a mixture of fear and relief. I can hardly believe what just happened. I was so close to becoming another horror story, another statistic.
It had been a week since that night, and I'm still struggling to come to terms with what happened. I reported the incident to the police, but they seem skeptical of my story. They keep asking me if I'm sure it was a real officer, if I might have misinterpreted the situation. I can tell they don't believe me, and it's just adding to the trauma I'm already dealing with.
The days blur together in a haze of exhaustion and paranoia. Sleep eludes me, and when it does come, it's filled with nightmares that jolt me awake in a cold sweat. Every time I close my eyes, I'm back on that dimly lit off-ramp, trapped and helpless. I can feel the phantom sensation of his breath on my skin, the rough grip of his hands. The memories loop endlessly, inescapable.
I try to go about my daily life, but I'm constantly looking over my shoulder, jumping at every unexpected noise or flicker of movement in my peripheral vision. I feel like I'm being watched, stalked by an unseen predator waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. The rational part of my mind tries to reassure me that I'm safe, but it's drowned out by the incessant whisper of fear.
Doubt gnaws at me, insidious and relentless. I find myself questioning every interaction leading up to that night, dissecting my own actions and words for any hint of provocation. Did I somehow bring this upon myself? The thought sickens me, but it's like a splinter burrowed deep beneath my skin—I can't shake it loose.
A few days after the incident, I start noticing cryptic activity on my social media accounts. It starts with likes on old posts, the kind of stuff no one would normally care about. High school photos, ancient status updates, all suddenly resurfacing with newfound attention. Each time I check the accounts responsible, I find myself staring at private profiles or anonymous avatars.
One interaction stands out, sending a chill down my spine. It's a reply to an old Halloween photo from my college days, where I had dressed as a vintage nurse in fishnets while studying for my RN degree. The comment reads, "Wouldn't want to be caught in the cold wearing that, little bird!" The words seem to drip with malice, and I feel a sickening certainty that it's him, my stalker, taunting me from behind a veil of anonymity.
With shaking hands, I type out a reply: "Leave me alone, you sick fuck." I block the account, hoping to sever the connection. But curiosity and fear get the better of me, and I find myself unblocking it just to view the profile, desperate for any scrap of identifying information. But there's nothing, just another faceless specter haunting my online presence.
The harassment doesn't stop there. Footsteps echo behind me on empty sidewalks, but when I whirl around, there's never anyone there. I come home to find my apartment door unlocked, small items moved slightly out of place, as if someone has been rifling through my life while I was away.
I go to the police, but they brush off my concerns. Without hard evidence, they claim there's nothing they can do. They question my story, wonder aloud if I'm blowing a tasteless prank out of proportion. I see the doubt in their eyes, the unspoken accusation that I'm overreacting, that I'm not a truly sympathetic victim.
I install security cameras, take self-defense classes, try to fortify my life against this faceless threat. But every day, the noose of fear tightens around my throat. I'm suffocating in my own home, a prisoner of my trauma. I'm unraveling, the fabric of my sanity fraying thread by thread.
I don't know how much longer I can survive like this, constantly braced for an attack that could come at any moment. I'm trapped in a waking nightmare with no end in sight. In a desperate attempt to regain some sense of control, I start obsessively analyzing the profiles and replies, searching for any clue that might lead me to my tormentor’s true identity. That’s when it hits me.
Little bird. The words echo in my mind, a sickening sense of familiarity washing over me. I've heard that phrase before, whispered in a voice that makes my skin crawl. Suddenly, I'm transported back to the hospital, to long nights spent in the dimly lit corridors of the psych ward.
I see his face in my mind's eye, a patient I treated years ago. Ethan Donahue, a young man with a history of violent delusions and obsessive tendencies. He used to fixate on me during our sessions, his eyes following my every move with unsettling intensity. And he always called me his little bird.
At the time, I'd dismissed it as a harmless quirk, a symptom of his fractured psyche. But now, the memory takes on a sinister edge. I think back to the way he used to fly into jealous rages when I mentioned other patients, the cryptic comments he'd make about wanting to keep me all to himself. I'd always brushed it off, telling myself it was just the illness talking.
How could I have been so naive?
With a rising sense of dread, I rifle through my old patient files, my hands shaking as I find Ethan's case history. I scan the pages, my heart pounding as I take in the details I'd once overlooked. The sketches of me in the margins of his therapy journal, the way he'd manipulated the other nurses into giving him information about my schedule. It's all there, a roadmap of obsession and madness.
And then, I see the discharge note, buried at the bottom of the file. Ethan had been released last Christmas, deemed stable enough to reintegrate into society. The date on the paper mocks me, a cruel reminder of how long he's been out there, watching me, waiting.
I feel like I'm going to be sick, the pieces of the puzzle clicking into place with nauseating clarity. Ethan is my stalker, my attacker. He's been planning this for months, biding his time until he could strike.
The police had been right all along—the man on the off-ramp was never a real officer. It was Ethan, in a twisted game of dress-up, playing out his sick fantasies. And now, he's escalating, growing bolder in his pursuit of me.
With the realization that Ethan is my stalker still echoing in my mind, I know I need to act fast. The police station is my best chance at safety, but it's a good twenty-minute drive. I hastily gather the files and messages, my hands trembling as I shove them into a bag.
I rush out to my car, the cool night air hitting my face as I fumble with my keys. The isolation of my surroundings, once a comfort, now feels like a suffocating trap. I glance around nervously, half-expecting to see a shadowy figure lurking in the darkness.
I peel out of the driveway, my heart pounding as I speed down the deserted country road. The darkness seems to press in from all sides, the feeble glow of my headlights barely cutting through the gloom. I try to steady my breathing, telling myself that I'm just being paranoid.
I'm just a few miles from the police station when it happens. I take a turn too fast, my car fishtailing on the gravel shoulder. For a sickening moment, I'm certain I'm going to crash, my life ending in a twisted heap of metal. But somehow, I manage to regain control, the tires finding purchase on the asphalt once more.
I cannot describe to you the sense of dread that filled me as police lights flickered on behind me. I tried to ignore it, like it wasn’t real, but the car behind me was right on my bumper, so close I could feel the heat of its engine. The sirens are deafening, the red and blue lights strobing across my vision. I'm blinded, disoriented, my heart slamming against my ribs like it's trying to escape.
I swerve, trying to shake my pursuer, but it's no use. The car rams into my bumper, the impact sending a shockwave through my entire body. My teeth rattle, my neck snapping forward with whiplash force. I taste blood, feel it trickling down my chin from where I've bitten my tongue.
I'm losing control, the world spinning sickeningly around me. I pump the brakes, but the pedal goes all the way to the floor, useless. The car is shuddering, shaking apart beneath me. I can hear the groan of metal, the squeal of tires fighting for traction.
Another jarring impact, and I feel the wheels leave the ground. For a moment, there's a strange sense of weightlessness, my stomach lurching into my throat. Time stretches out, each second an eternity. And then, the world explodes.
The sound is deafening; shattering glass and twisting metal. I feel the car flipping, rolling, my body tossed like a rag doll. The seatbelt cuts into my chest, my neck, my face slamming against the airbag with bruising force.
I'm dimly aware of pain, of blood, of the acrid stench of leaking fuel. Everything is chaos, a kaleidoscope of broken images. I see the ground, the sky, the crumpled remains of my car. I hear the hiss of steam, the crackle of broken electronics.
And then, silence.
I drift in and out of consciousness, my mind struggling to make sense of what's happened. I'm trapped, I realize dimly. The car is on its side, the driver's side door crumpled inward like a crushed soda can. I can feel the weight of the steering column pressed against my chest, making it hard to breathe.
Through the shattered windshield, I see a figure approaching, silhouetted against the glare of headlights. My heart seizes, a fresh wave of terror crashing over me. This is it, the moment I've been dreading. He's finally caught me, and there's nowhere left to run.
I try to move, to crawl away, but my body won't obey. Every breath is agony, my ribs screaming in protest. I taste blood, feel it bubbling on my lips. The world is going gray at the edges, my vision tunneling.
The figure reaches the wreckage of my car, and I brace myself for the inevitable. For hands that will drag me out into the night, for a face that will haunt my nightmares. I close my eyes, waiting for the end.
But the end doesn't come. Instead, I hear a voice, distant and echoing like it's coming from underwater. "Ma'am? Can you hear me? I'm here to help."
I force my eyes open, blinking against the harsh glare of the lights. The figure leans closer, and through the haze of pain and fear, I see a face. Not the face I was expecting, twisted with madness and obsession. But a stranger's face, etched with concern and urgency.
A police officer. A real one.
Relief crashes over me, so intense it's almost painful. I'm not in his clutches. I'm not at the mercy of my darkest fears. I'm safe, or as safe as I can be, broken and bleeding in the wreckage of my own paranoia.
As the officer begins to work on extracting me from the twisted remains of my car, calling for backup and medical assistance, I let myself slip into the welcoming embrace of unconsciousness. The last thing I see before the darkness claims me is the flashing red and blue of real police lights, a beacon of hope in the longest, most terrifying night of my life.
I drift back to consciousness slowly, the world filtering in through a haze of pain and confusion. At first, all I'm aware of is the beeping of machines, the distant murmur of voices. The air smells sterile, sharp with the tang of disinfectant.
I try to move, to sit up, but my body feels strangely heavy, weighed down by a bone-deep exhaustion. I blink, my vision blurry, and gradually the room comes into focus. White walls, white sheets, a window with the blinds drawn. I'm in a hospital bed, I realize, an IV drip snaking from my arm.
Memories come back in fragmented pieces, jagged shards of terror and pain. The car chase, the accident, the figure approaching through the smoke. I feel my heart rate quicken, the beeping of the monitors speeding up in response.
A nurse appears at my bedside, her face kind and concerned. She talks to me in soothing tones, explaining my injuries, the surgeries I've undergone. I've been unconscious for two days, she tells me, my body working to heal from the trauma of the crash.
The police come to talk to me later that day, two detectives in somber suits. They ask me gently about the events leading up to the accident, and I find myself pouring out the whole story. Ethan's obsession, the stalking, the threats. The growing paranoia that had consumed my every waking moment.
I tell them about the files, the evidence I'd gathered. The messages, the photographs, the case notes that proved the depth of Ethan's madness. I beg them to find it, to use it to put him away forever.
But the detectives exchange a heavy glance, and I feel a sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach. They inform me solemnly that my car had caught fire in the aftermath of the crash, the flames consuming everything inside. The files, the bag, my cell phone - all of it reduced to ashes and melted plastic.
I feel like I've been punched in the gut, the air rushing out of my lungs. Without that evidence, it's my word against Ethan's. And who would believe me, a traumatized woman raving about a stalker? I can already imagine the pitying looks, the whispers behind my back. The poor, delusional girl who couldn't handle the stress of her job.
I feel tears streaming down my face, hot and bitter. I've fought so hard, come so far, only to have my last hope snatched away. It's not fair, I want to scream. I did everything right, everything I was supposed to do. And still, he wins.
The detectives promise to investigate, to look into Ethan's background and behavior. But I can see the doubt in their eyes, the unspoken question. What if I'm making it all up? What if there is no stalker, no threat, just a fragile mind pushed to the brink?
I sink back against the pillows, feeling hollow and empty. The future stretches out before me, bleak and uncertain. How can I go back to my life, knowing that he's still out there? That at any moment, he could decide to make good on his promises?
In the weeks that follow my discharge from the hospital, I throw myself into the hard work of healing. It's a slow, painful process, filled with therapy sessions, support groups, and endless hours of self-reflection. Some days, it feels like I'm barely keeping my head above water, like the weight of my trauma is dragging me under.
But I refuse to give up. I cling to that stubborn spark inside me, that ember of determination that refuses to be extinguished. I may be broken, but I am not beaten.
The detectives keep me updated on their investigation, but the progress is slow. Without hard evidence, they're forced to rely on circumstantial clues and character witnesses. They interview Ethan's colleagues, his friends, anyone who might have insight into his behavior.
At first, the reports are discouraging. By all accounts, Ethan is a model employee, a respected member of the community. No one wants to believe that he could be capable of something so heinous. He had been staying at a halfway house since his release, and by all accounts he was doing quite well.
The days turn into weeks, and still, there's no progress in the investigation. Every lead seems to hit a dead end, every witness statement contradicts the last. I can feel the detectives' frustration growing, their initial determination slowly giving way to resignation.
And with each passing day, I feel my own grip on sanity slipping.
I try to go about my life, to find some semblance of normalcy in the routine of work and therapy. But Ethan's shadow looms over everything, tainting even the most mundane moments with a sense of dread. I find myself constantly looking over my shoulder, jumping at every unexpected sound or flicker of movement.
The paranoia consumes me, eating away at my mind like a cancer. I start to see Ethan everywhere - in the face of every patient, the silhouette of every stranger on the street. I hear his voice in every whisper, feel his eyes on me in every crowd.
I become obsessed with the investigation, pouring over every scrap of evidence, every tiny detail of Ethan's life. I spend long hours online, scouring social media and public records for any hint of his whereabouts, his activities.
And the more I dig, the more convinced I become that Ethan is not just a troubled man, but a true monster. I uncover stories of past obsessions, of restraining orders and terrified ex-girlfriends. I read his old case files, the disturbing fantasies and violent impulses documented in cold, clinical detail.
How could I have been so blind, I berate myself. How could I have let myself be taken in by his charm, his manipulation? I should have seen the warning signs, should have acted before it was too late. The guilt eats away at me, mingling with the fear and the rage until I can barely tell them apart. I start to fantasize about taking matters into my own hands, about making Ethan pay for what he's done to me.
I imagine confronting him, seeing the look of shock and terror on his face as he realizes that I'm no longer his victim, but his judge, jury, and executioner. I picture my hands around his throat, squeezing the life out of him, watching the light fade from his eyes.
It's a dark, twisted fantasy, but it's the only thing that brings me any sense of peace. The only thing that quiets the screaming in my head, the constant, relentless chorus of "it's not over, he's still out there, he's coming for you."
I know it's wrong. I know that violence is not the answer, that revenge will not heal the wounds on my soul. But I'm so tired of being afraid, so tired of jumping at shadows and wondering if every moment will be my last.
And so, in the darkest hours of the night, I start to plan.
I research weapons, studying the mechanics of guns and knives with a morbid fascination. I practice self-defense moves until my muscles ache and my knuckles bleed, imagining Ethan's face on every punching bag, every sparring partner.
I find out everything about his habits from his case files. I search endlessly looking for any clue as to the exact halfway house and room he is staying in.
And finally, after weeks of preparation, I find it. A location, an opportunity. A chance to end this nightmare once and for all.
This is my fate, I realize. This is the path I was always meant to walk. The path that will lead me out of the darkness, into the light of a new dawn.
I gather my supplies, my weapons. I dress in dark, nondescript clothing, my face hidden beneath a hood and a mask. And then, with a sense of grim determination, I set out into the night.
I arrive at the halfway house, my heart pounding in my chest. The building looms before me, a nondescript brick structure that could be any one of a thousand others in the city. But to me, it's the epicenter of my nightmares, the lair of the monster who has haunted my every waking moment.
I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what's to come. And then, with a final check of my weapon, I make my way inside.
The halls are quiet, the residents long since retired to their rooms for the night. I move silently, my footsteps muffled by the thin carpet, until I find myself standing outside Ethan's door.
For a moment, I hesitate. The reality of what I'm about to do crashes over me, the enormity of the line I'm about to cross. But then, I think of all the months of terror, all the sleepless nights and waking nightmares. And my resolve hardens.
I knock on the door, my hand trembling slightly. I hear movement from inside, the sound of footsteps approaching. And then, the door swings open.
Ethan stands before me, his face a mask of confusion and surprise. He opens his mouth to speak, but before he can utter a word, I raise my gun and pull the trigger.
The shot is deafening in the confines of the hallway, the muzzle flash blinding. Ethan staggers back, his hands clutching at his chest. He looks down at the spreading red stain on his shirt, then back up at me, his eyes wide with shock and betrayal.
"Why?" he gasps, his voice a ragged whisper.
"You know why," I spit, my own voice shaking with rage and adrenaline. "You stalked me, terrorized me, made my life a living hell. Did you really think I would just let that go?"
Ethan shakes his head, his face contorting in pain and confusion. "I don't know what you're talking about," he insists. "I never stalked you. I haven't even seen you since I left the hospital."
For a moment, I falter. But then, I remember the fear, the paranoia, the constant sense of being watched and hunted. And I know, with a sickening certainty, that Ethan is lying.
I raise my gun again, ready to finish what I started. But before I can pull the trigger, I hear a scream from behind me.
I whirl around, my heart in my throat. A woman stands in the doorway, her face a mask of horror and disbelief. She rushes past me, falling to her knees beside Ethan's crumpled form.
"Why?" she sobs, cradling his head in her lap. "Why would you do this to him?"
I try to explain, to make her understand the hell I've been through. The woman just stares at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of pity and revulsion.
"That's impossible," she says, her voice trembling. "Ethan has been here every night for the past six months. He's part of our reintegration program, he's not allowed to leave the premises without permission."
I feel like the ground is shifting beneath my feet, my whole world tilting on its axis. I look down at Ethan, at the blood pooling beneath his still form. And I feel a wave of nausea wash over me.
I stumble back, my gun slipping from my numb fingers. I turn and run, blindly, desperately, as if I could outpace the truth of what I've done.
I don't know how I make it back to my apartment, my mind a haze of panic and confusion. I lock the door behind me, my hands shaking so violently I can barely turn the key.
And then, I sink to the floor, my back against the door, my knees pulled up to my chest. I'm sobbing, great, heaving gasps that tear at my throat and leave me dizzy and lightheaded.
The reality of what I've done crashes over me, the enormity of my mistake. I've killed an innocent man, a victim of my own delusions and paranoia. Unless that woman was lying too. Unless she was in on it.
I don't know how long I sit there, lost in my own despair. Minutes? Hours? Time loses all meaning in a situation like this. But eventually, I pull myself to my feet. I make my way to my computer, my fingers trembling as I open a new document.
And I begin to write this story.
Now, I can hear heavy purposeful footsteps echoing up my building's stairwell. They’re coming for me. I don’t have much time left, so I’ll end with this;
If you're reading this if you're trapped in your own nightmare, please know that you're not alone. That even in the depths of your pain, there is still a glimmer of light. Don't give up. Don't let the darkness win. Reach out, get help, find the strength to keep fighting. Because you matter. Your story matters. And no matter how lost you feel, no matter how far you've fallen, there is always a way back. A path to healing, to hope, to a future beyond the shadows.
2024.04.28 07:58 FunkyCollardGreens Examining Islamic Teachings
Examining Islamic Teachings
ISLAM is the name of the religion founded by Muhammad in the beginning of the seventh century after Christ, making it the youngest of the world’s so-called “great” religions. The term Islam means “resignation” or “entire submission.” The sacred book of Islam is the Quran. It consists of 114 suras or chapters that have verse divisions similar to the Bible, except that these verse divisions are not at all uniform, while some versions do not have any verse division.
In examining the Quran, which is about the size of the Christian Greek Scriptures, one is struck with the absence of miracles or proof that Muhammad was indeed a prophet sent of God. When Moses, the first Bible writer and first prophet to be sent to the descendants of Jacob, went to Israel he was well fortified with miracles to prove his divine mission. See Exodus, chapter 4. Likewise, when Christ Jesus came, he performed so many miracles that all those who had not let themselves be blinded with selfishness had to admit that he was sent of God.—John 7:31; 10:37, 38; 14:11.
Muhammad, however, came with no supernatural proofs of his divine commission. Time and again his critics complained of this and repeatedly he told them that his work was not that of producing signs but merely to preach, and that his lack of signs was for the purpose of testing their faith. But what is faith without proof? Anyone could claim to be sent of God. Moses and Christ proved it by the performance of many miracles, but where were Muhammad’s miracles? He confessed in the Quran to having none.—See Suras 2:118; 10:38; 11:13; 6:109, Ali.
Yet many Muslims claim he did perform miracles. Repeatedly the claim is made by them that he split the moon, for which they cite as proof Sura 54:1. However, first of all note that this text does not state that Muhammad split the moon. And Muslim commentators on this verse, which speaks of the moon’s having been cleft asunder, state that it may have appeared as such to Muhammad and his believers in the valley of Mecca; that it is to be taken allegorically or that it may still be fulfilled in the future. (See Ali.) The Bible’s account of creation as well as of the Flood is amply attested in the record found in rocks, by the science of geology, but where is there any proof that the moon was ever split?
Others insist that Muhammad did perform many miracles and that these were recorded in the Alhadith or Hadis, the record of Muhammadan tradition, which was systematized in the third century of the Muhammadan era. Among the miracles that Muhammad was said to have performed, as handed down by tradition, are: “The trees and rocks and mountains used to greet him near Mecca. Once when the people were very thirsty Mohammed filled all their jugs by having water gush forth from between his fingers. A tree was called to testify to Mohammed’s divine commission. The tree came, tearing the ground until it stood in his presence. Three times it testified to Mohammed’s being the prophet of God.” According to Sir William Muir, some half million of such traditions have been handed down.
However, here we find the same difficulty in tradition contradicting the written record as we find in Judaism and in professed Christianity. The Quran simply does not allow for any miracles. Plainly it quotes God as saying, “We refrain from sending Signs, only because men of former years treated them as false.” (Sura 17:59, Ali) That explicitly does not allow for any signs. If Muhammad had performed signs, why rebuke his hearers for asking for them; why should they complain because of their being none? Yet that is what the Quran does. The written word is ever more reliable than the tradition handed down orally, and we are further compelled to that conclusion by the very fantastic nature of these purported miracles.
ABROGATION AND CANCELLATION
The Quran has been termed the Bible’s closest rival, it being the holy book for some 1 billion Muslims who believe that it is uncreated and was sent down from the highest heavens and revealed to Muhammad by the angel Gabriel in sections or suras. In view of the fact that the charge is often made that the Bible contradicts itself, Bible lovers will not be hasty in concluding that the Quran is self-contradictory.
But in the Quran itself we find admission of such contradictions in that it claims for itself the right of “cancellation” or “abrogation.” Muhammad’s critics had complained that he sometimes contradicted himself, and so he taught that whenever a subsequent revelation contradicted a previous one, the second canceled or abrogated the first. Thus we read, “None of our revelations do We abrogate or cause to be forgotten but We substitute something better or the like. Knowest thou not that God hath power for all things?”—Sura 2:106; 16:101, Ali.
Since both the former or the canceled verse and the one that came later and does the canceling or abrogating remain in the Quran it can easily be seen how there would be contradictions in the Quran. Especially is this possible in view of the fact that it is not at all certain when each sura was “revealed,” and therefore it cannot always be determined which is the abrogating and which the abrogated text.
Some modern Muslims object to all this and claim that what Muhammad referred to as being canceled or abrogated was not anything that appeared in the Quran but only such things as may have been written in the Tourat or the Hebrew Scriptures or in the Injil or the Gospel. However, to make such a claim is to deny the testimony of history, which shows why Muhammad was accused of being a forger, as well as to ignore the context in the Quran. Such a claim is made only by some modern Muslims, for the testimony of the most noted Muslim scribes and imams of times past is to the effect that both the texts canceled and those doing the canceling are in the Quran. Says the noted Razi, on Sura 16:99, 100: “The Commentators without exception hold that cancelation has its place in the present law.” And regarding Sura 4:14, which deals with the penalty to be inflicted upon unfaithful wives, Razi says: “The school of Aba Hanifa holds that the text [in the Quran] commanding imprisonment was canceled by the one commanding stripes.” Commenting on Sura 2:102, Razi states that a passage may be canceled and yet remain in the Quran. Other authoritative Muslim commentators that have expressed like views are Beidhawi, Jelaleim and Abdulla.
The Bible presents no such difficulties. When properly understood, it is found to be harmonious from cover to cover. This is what we should expect in view of its claim to be the Word of God. Generally those who claim that the Bible contradicts itself do so only because they fail to distinguish between literal and symbolical language, or because they fail to take into consideration the context, or because they are lacking in objectivity.
ISLAM’S “JIHADS”
One of the more striking contradictions found in the Quran concerns itself with freedom of worship. On the one hand there are a number of expressions favoring religious liberty, such as, “Let there be no compulsion in religion.” And on the other hand, time and again expressions appear that indicate the direct opposite: “When the sacred months are passed, kill those that join other gods to God wherever ye find them; and seize them, besiege them, lie in wait for them with every kind of ambush: but if they shall convert, and observe prayer, and pay the obligatory alms, then let them go their way for God is gracious.” And again: “Fight for the cause of God against those who fight against you: Kill them wherever you find them. . . . Fight therefore until there be no more civil discord, and until the only worship be that of God,” or “until the temptation stops.”—Sura 2:186-190, 212, 213; 8:12; 9:5, 124, Rodwell.
Modern Muslims claim that the Quran teaches freedom of religion and advocates only defensive warfare, but can such expressions as “kill those that join other gods to God wherever you find them,” “but if they convert . . . let them go their way,” and “kill them . . . until the temptation stops” be construed as either defensive warfare or permitting freedom of religion? The very Arabic word jihad disproves such a contention, for it means, “A religious war against infidels or Mohammedan heretics.” (Webster) Many, many Muslims were slain by other Muslims because of religious differences. Certainly that does not spell out freedom of religion.
In the light of the record made by history, nothing could be more fantastic than to claim that Islam believes only in defensive warfare. The facts show that after Muhammad gained power in Medina he organized marauding bands to attack the caravans of rival cities and that the first three were wholly unsuccessful. After he became a power in Medina, to which city he had fled as a religious refugee from Mecca, he authorized the execution of his critics; most notorious example being his execution of the Jewish tribe of Koraiza, some 700 men being beheaded in the market place from morning until night. True, these Jews had disaffected, but the religious motive is seen in that they were offered full pardon if they would give up their Judaism for Islam. Not one of them accepted this offer, although their failing to do so meant not only death for themselves but the selling of their wives and little ones into slavery.
Muhammad organized an expedition against Mecca, which promptly surrendered. After Muhammad’s death Islam was spread by the sword’s going into Europe, it being stopped by the armies under Charles Martel, son of Pepin and grandfather of Charlemagne, in France in 732. The last signal defeat suffered by Islam’s armies took place before the gates of Vienna in 1863. Vienna is a long way from Mecca! The destruction of many Armenians by the Turks in the twentieth century gives further proof that Islam did not limit its warfare to defensive wars. Truly it is fantastic in view of such a record to hold that Islam believes only in defensive war.
Endeavoring to justify Islam’s jihads Muslim writers point to the wars waged by the Israelites at Jehovah’s command. However, in no sense of the word can Israel’s wars be termed jihads. That they were engaged in at God's command is to be seen by the fact that time and again the victory was due to God’s miraculous intervention. (Josh. 10:11; Judg. 5:20; 1 Sam. 17:47; 2 Chron. 20:15) Besides, their wars were not fought for the purpose of expanding the kingdom of Israel to a world power. Centuries before, Jehovah God had promised this land to the descendants of Abraham, and, as the Sovereign ruler of the universe as well as the earth, he had the right to give the land to whomsoever he would. (Gen. 12:7) So we read that David extended the limits of Israel to its God-ordained limits and neither David nor Solomon launched any wars to exceed those limits.
Further, God made it plain to the Israelites that they were serving as his executioners, and that they were to wipe out these nations because of their wickedness, that this was not being done because they were so righteous, and that if they would themselves become wicked then Jehovah’s vengeance would be directed against them. While they were God's executioners, God applied his same laws to them, even as modern lands expect a policeman to obey the law. Jehovah wiped out a wicked world in the day of Noah with a flood; he wiped out wicked cities such as Sodom and Gomorrah by fire coming down from heaven; he destroyed Egypt’s first-born by means of a plague, and he could use the nation of Israel to destroy his enemies by means of human warfare if he so chose. God tolerates the wicked until his due time to destroy them.—Deut. 9:4-6; Rom. 9:22.
Further, God's actions against the enemies of his people back there were prophetic of his coming judgments. That is why his ‘battle of the great day’ is termed Armageddon. (Judg. 5:19; Ps. 83:1-18; Rev. 16:14, 16) When Christ Jesus came he definitely made an end of all use of carnal weapons by God’s servants, saying plainly: “All those who take the sword will perish by the sword.” (Matt. 26:52, NW) His followers engage in a spiritual war, using the sword of the spirit, God’s Word, and not carnal weapons. (2 Cor. 10:3, 4; Eph. 6:12-17, NW) They patiently wait upon Jehovah, for him to execute vengeance.—Zeph. 3:8; Rom. 12:19.
While what has been said in the foregoing may offend some, let it be noted that we cannot expect to arrive at the truth when we let our feelings rather than our reason govern our beliefs. God’s Word says, “Come now, and let us reason together.” (Isa. 1:18) That means to make comparisons, calmly and objectively weighing the facts and the arguments presented, and then being willing to pay the cost, for the truth will cost something. That is why we are counseled: “Buy the truth, and sell it not.”—Prov. 23:23.
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ISLAM is the name of the religion founded by Muhammad in the beginning of the seventh century after Christ, making it the youngest of the world’s so-called “great” religions. The term Islam means “resignation” or “entire submission.” The sacred book of Islam is the Quran. It consists of 114 suras or chapters that have verse divisions similar to the Bible, except that these verse divisions are not at all uniform, while some versions do not have any verse division.
In examining the Quran, which is about the size of the Christian Greek Scriptures, one is struck with the absence of miracles or proof that Muhammad was indeed a prophet sent of God. When Moses, the first Bible writer and first prophet to be sent to the descendants of Jacob, went to Israel he was well fortified with miracles to prove his divine mission. See Exodus, chapter 4. Likewise, when Christ Jesus came, he performed so many miracles that all those who had not let themselves be blinded with selfishness had to admit that he was sent of God.—John 7:31; 10:37, 38; 14:11.
Muhammad, however, came with no supernatural proofs of his divine commission. Time and again his critics complained of this and repeatedly he told them that his work was not that of producing signs but merely to preach, and that his lack of signs was for the purpose of testing their faith. But what is faith without proof? Anyone could claim to be sent of God. Moses and Christ proved it by the performance of many miracles, but where were Muhammad’s miracles? He confessed in the Quran to having none.—See Suras 2:118; 10:38; 11:13; 6:109, Ali.
Yet many Muslims claim he did perform miracles. Repeatedly the claim is made by them that he split the moon, for which they cite as proof Sura 54:1. However, first of all note that this text does not state that Muhammad split the moon. And Muslim commentators on this verse, which speaks of the moon’s having been cleft asunder, state that it may have appeared as such to Muhammad and his believers in the valley of Mecca; that it is to be taken allegorically or that it may still be fulfilled in the future. (See Ali.) The Bible’s account of creation as well as of the Flood is amply attested in the record found in rocks, by the science of geology, but where is there any proof that the moon was ever split?
Others insist that Muhammad did perform many miracles and that these were recorded in the Alhadith or Hadis, the record of Muhammadan tradition, which was systematized in the third century of the Muhammadan era. Among the miracles that Muhammad was said to have performed, as handed down by tradition, are: “The trees and rocks and mountains used to greet him near Mecca. Once when the people were very thirsty Mohammed filled all their jugs by having water gush forth from between his fingers. A tree was called to testify to Mohammed’s divine commission. The tree came, tearing the ground until it stood in his presence. Three times it testified to Mohammed’s being the prophet of God.” According to Sir William Muir, some half million of such traditions have been handed down.
However, here we find the same difficulty in tradition contradicting the written record as we find in Judaism and in professed Christianity. The Quran simply does not allow for any miracles. Plainly it quotes God as saying, “We refrain from sending Signs, only because men of former years treated them as false.” (Sura 17:59, Ali) That explicitly does not allow for any signs. If Muhammad had performed signs, why rebuke his hearers for asking for them; why should they complain because of their being none? Yet that is what the Quran does. The written word is ever more reliable than the tradition handed down orally, and we are further compelled to that conclusion by the very fantastic nature of these purported miracles.
ABROGATION AND CANCELLATION
The Quran has been termed the Bible’s closest rival, it being the holy book for some 1 billion Muslims who believe that it is uncreated and was sent down from the highest heavens and revealed to Muhammad by the angel Gabriel in sections or suras. In view of the fact that the charge is often made that the Bible contradicts itself, Bible lovers will not be hasty in concluding that the Quran is self-contradictory.
But in the Quran itself we find admission of such contradictions in that it claims for itself the right of “cancellation” or “abrogation.” Muhammad’s critics had complained that he sometimes contradicted himself, and so he taught that whenever a subsequent revelation contradicted a previous one, the second canceled or abrogated the first. Thus we read, “None of our revelations do We abrogate or cause to be forgotten but We substitute something better or the like. Knowest thou not that God hath power for all things?”—Sura 2:106; 16:101, Ali.
Since both the former or the canceled verse and the one that came later and does the canceling or abrogating remain in the Quran it can easily be seen how there would be contradictions in the Quran. Especially is this possible in view of the fact that it is not at all certain when each sura was “revealed,” and therefore it cannot always be determined which is the abrogating and which the abrogated text.
Some modern Muslims object to all this and claim that what Muhammad referred to as being canceled or abrogated was not anything that appeared in the Quran but only such things as may have been written in the Tourat or the Hebrew Scriptures or in the Injil or the Gospel. However, to make such a claim is to deny the testimony of history, which shows why Muhammad was accused of being a forger, as well as to ignore the context in the Quran. Such a claim is made only by some modern Muslims, for the testimony of the most noted Muslim scribes and imams of times past is to the effect that both the texts canceled and those doing the canceling are in the Quran. Says the noted Razi, on Sura 16:99, 100: “The Commentators without exception hold that cancelation has its place in the present law.” And regarding Sura 4:14, which deals with the penalty to be inflicted upon unfaithful wives, Razi says: “The school of Aba Hanifa holds that the text [in the Quran] commanding imprisonment was canceled by the one commanding stripes.” Commenting on Sura 2:102, Razi states that a passage may be canceled and yet remain in the Quran. Other authoritative Muslim commentators that have expressed like views are Beidhawi, Jelaleim and Abdulla.
The Bible presents no such difficulties. When properly understood, it is found to be harmonious from cover to cover. This is what we should expect in view of its claim to be the Word of God. Generally those who claim that the Bible contradicts itself do so only because they fail to distinguish between literal and symbolical language, or because they fail to take into consideration the context, or because they are lacking in objectivity.
ISLAM’S “JIHADS”
One of the more striking contradictions found in the Quran concerns itself with freedom of worship. On the one hand there are a number of expressions favoring religious liberty, such as, “Let there be no compulsion in religion.” And on the other hand, time and again expressions appear that indicate the direct opposite: “When the sacred months are passed, kill those that join other gods to God wherever ye find them; and seize them, besiege them, lie in wait for them with every kind of ambush: but if they shall convert, and observe prayer, and pay the obligatory alms, then let them go their way for God is gracious.” And again: “Fight for the cause of God against those who fight against you: Kill them wherever you find them. . . . Fight therefore until there be no more civil discord, and until the only worship be that of God,” or “until the temptation stops.”—Sura 2:186-190, 212, 213; 8:12; 9:5, 124, Rodwell.
Modern Muslims claim that the Quran teaches freedom of religion and advocates only defensive warfare, but can such expressions as “kill those that join other gods to God wherever you find them,” “but if they convert . . . let them go their way,” and “kill them . . . until the temptation stops” be construed as either defensive warfare or permitting freedom of religion? The very Arabic word jihad disproves such a contention, for it means, “A religious war against infidels or Mohammedan heretics.” (Webster) Many, many Muslims were slain by other Muslims because of religious differences. Certainly that does not spell out freedom of religion.
In the light of the record made by history, nothing could be more fantastic than to claim that Islam believes only in defensive warfare. The facts show that after Muhammad gained power in Medina he organized marauding bands to attack the caravans of rival cities and that the first three were wholly unsuccessful. After he became a power in Medina, to which city he had fled as a religious refugee from Mecca, he authorized the execution of his critics; most notorious example being his execution of the Jewish tribe of Koraiza, some 700 men being beheaded in the market place from morning until night. True, these Jews had disaffected, but the religious motive is seen in that they were offered full pardon if they would give up their Judaism for Islam. Not one of them accepted this offer, although their failing to do so meant not only death for themselves but the selling of their wives and little ones into slavery.
Muhammad organized an expedition against Mecca, which promptly surrendered. After Muhammad’s death Islam was spread by the sword’s going into Europe, it being stopped by the armies under Charles Martel, son of Pepin and grandfather of Charlemagne, in France in 732. The last signal defeat suffered by Islam’s armies took place before the gates of Vienna in 1863. Vienna is a long way from Mecca! The destruction of many Armenians by the Turks in the twentieth century gives further proof that Islam did not limit its warfare to defensive wars. Truly it is fantastic in view of such a record to hold that Islam believes only in defensive war.
Endeavoring to justify Islam’s jihads Muslim writers point to the wars waged by the Israelites at Jehovah’s command. However, in no sense of the word can Israel’s wars be termed jihads. That they were engaged in at God's command is to be seen by the fact that time and again the victory was due to God’s miraculous intervention. (Josh. 10:11; Judg. 5:20; 1 Sam. 17:47; 2 Chron. 20:15) Besides, their wars were not fought for the purpose of expanding the kingdom of Israel to a world power. Centuries before, Jehovah God had promised this land to the descendants of Abraham, and, as the Sovereign ruler of the universe as well as the earth, he had the right to give the land to whomsoever he would. (Gen. 12:7) So we read that David extended the limits of Israel to its God-ordained limits and neither David nor Solomon launched any wars to exceed those limits.
Further, God made it plain to the Israelites that they were serving as his executioners, and that they were to wipe out these nations because of their wickedness, that this was not being done because they were so righteous, and that if they would themselves become wicked then Jehovah’s vengeance would be directed against them. While they were God's executioners, God applied his same laws to them, even as modern lands expect a policeman to obey the law. Jehovah wiped out a wicked world in the day of Noah with a flood; he wiped out wicked cities such as Sodom and Gomorrah by fire coming down from heaven; he destroyed Egypt’s first-born by means of a plague, and he could use the nation of Israel to destroy his enemies by means of human warfare if he so chose. God tolerates the wicked until his due time to destroy them.—Deut. 9:4-6; Rom. 9:22.
Further, God's actions against the enemies of his people back there were prophetic of his coming judgments. That is why his ‘battle of the great day’ is termed Armageddon. (Judg. 5:19; Ps. 83:1-18; Rev. 16:14, 16) When Christ Jesus came he definitely made an end of all use of carnal weapons by God’s servants, saying plainly: “All those who take the sword will perish by the sword.” (Matt. 26:52, NW) His followers engage in a spiritual war, using the sword of the spirit, God’s Word, and not carnal weapons. (2 Cor. 10:3, 4; Eph. 6:12-17, NW) They patiently wait upon Jehovah, for him to execute vengeance.—Zeph. 3:8; Rom. 12:19.
While what has been said in the foregoing may offend some, let it be noted that we cannot expect to arrive at the truth when we let our feelings rather than our reason govern our beliefs. God’s Word says, “Come now, and let us reason together.” (Isa. 1:18) That means to make comparisons, calmly and objectively weighing the facts and the arguments presented, and then being willing to pay the cost, for the truth will cost something. That is why we are counseled: “Buy the truth, and sell it not.”—Prov. 23:23.
2024.04.28 06:22 Schmoores AITA For Not Helping My Sister?
Throwaway account. I'm new here, please be patient.
My sister (24f) and I (17f) are both very tech-savvy. Around New Year's, we decided to work together on changing a popular video game. In January, the progress went along smoothly, and we got a lot of things done. I was in charge of doing the visuals while my sister did the coding.
As the months passed by, I worked less on the mod in favor of doing school work. (I am dual-enrolled in college and high school) My sister graduated last year, she has no job, and she lives at home.
She told me that she wanted me to play test the mod when I was trying to unwind from homework, and I told her I didn't want to do it. I wanted my free time, so I told her I didn't have the mental capacity to do that. We fought that day, and she didn't talk to me for a week after.
I told her about my work, and she said I could miss a few assignments. I understand the mod is important to her, but school is a greater priority for me.
We fought again today. She asked me to play test it again, but I didn't want to today either since I just wrapped up an essay. She told me that since I do no work for the mod, she's not letting me work on it anymore and she's never talking to me ever again.
I think this is so childish of her. Not only would the mod quality diminish, she's also ruining our relationship.
She said that I don't care. It aggravates me so much because I care about this mod, but she doesn't give me the time I need.
Whenever she doesn't get what she wants she yells at me for it. I don't think she knows she does this, because I don't think she genuinely means me any harm, but every time I think about her I feel devastated now because she's always upset with me. She has no control of herself, and I would have expected her to be more stable-minded considering she's older. She's so intolerant of my mistakes and she's too stubborn to admit when she's wrong.
She has such high expectations of me, and I feel like she's just being inconsiderate considering how much I do for her for free.
I especially don't understand why I need to work on it so often considering it doesn't have any deadlines. We're not up against some clock! I can take my breaks where I need them!
She has a right to be upset with me considering I was free both of the times she asked me to help her, but I just didn't have the energy. I'm so frustrated that she doesn't understand that though: she's never cared about education as much as me so she's never been under the same kind of stresses.
I considered blocking her from the assets I created for the mod since "I'm not a creator" of it anymore, but didn't because I don't want things to escalate. She's normally nicer than this, if she does yell we'll fix things but I think she's passed a certain point where she should at least apologize. She doesn't care about how I feel, is what I think.
Please ask if you need clarification, and feel free to give criticism.
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My sister (24f) and I (17f) are both very tech-savvy. Around New Year's, we decided to work together on changing a popular video game. In January, the progress went along smoothly, and we got a lot of things done. I was in charge of doing the visuals while my sister did the coding.
As the months passed by, I worked less on the mod in favor of doing school work. (I am dual-enrolled in college and high school) My sister graduated last year, she has no job, and she lives at home.
She told me that she wanted me to play test the mod when I was trying to unwind from homework, and I told her I didn't want to do it. I wanted my free time, so I told her I didn't have the mental capacity to do that. We fought that day, and she didn't talk to me for a week after.
I told her about my work, and she said I could miss a few assignments. I understand the mod is important to her, but school is a greater priority for me.
We fought again today. She asked me to play test it again, but I didn't want to today either since I just wrapped up an essay. She told me that since I do no work for the mod, she's not letting me work on it anymore and she's never talking to me ever again.
I think this is so childish of her. Not only would the mod quality diminish, she's also ruining our relationship.
She said that I don't care. It aggravates me so much because I care about this mod, but she doesn't give me the time I need.
Whenever she doesn't get what she wants she yells at me for it. I don't think she knows she does this, because I don't think she genuinely means me any harm, but every time I think about her I feel devastated now because she's always upset with me. She has no control of herself, and I would have expected her to be more stable-minded considering she's older. She's so intolerant of my mistakes and she's too stubborn to admit when she's wrong.
She has such high expectations of me, and I feel like she's just being inconsiderate considering how much I do for her for free.
I especially don't understand why I need to work on it so often considering it doesn't have any deadlines. We're not up against some clock! I can take my breaks where I need them!
She has a right to be upset with me considering I was free both of the times she asked me to help her, but I just didn't have the energy. I'm so frustrated that she doesn't understand that though: she's never cared about education as much as me so she's never been under the same kind of stresses.
I considered blocking her from the assets I created for the mod since "I'm not a creator" of it anymore, but didn't because I don't want things to escalate. She's normally nicer than this, if she does yell we'll fix things but I think she's passed a certain point where she should at least apologize. She doesn't care about how I feel, is what I think.
Please ask if you need clarification, and feel free to give criticism.
2024.04.28 05:54 flowers_1988 Need advice on autistic teenager around unsafe behaviour online
I apologise in advance this post will be long. I am a mum mid thirties of twin boys 14, who are autistic, ADHD and have learning disabilities they have never been on medication. Both attend a special needs school.I also have two slightly younger children who have no additional needs.
I have no idea on how best to handle this situation and really need some advice.
To hopefully save confusion for me and you I'll refer to my boys as A1 and A2.
This problem all started at the beginning of year 9. I allowed them both to download Snapchat to be honest against my better judgement. I had them connected to the family centre in Snapchat to monitor who they were communicating with. I could see with A2 he was contacting lots of random girls he didn't know. I asked him about it he would become very aggressive, something he's never shown to this level before. He would calm down I would explain that it's not appropriate to text random girls he didn't know and say he wouldn't do it again, But did. Over and over again. I felt like I needed to know what was being said so I checked the messages. The ones that I could see mentioned sexual fantasies he has, his location, asking about meeting up.
I then no longer allowed them Snapchat. Or social media, which was always my first choice until 16.
Fast forward to December 2023 A2 kept going into his room, something hes never done before, they always like to be in the living room together. Im aware that their growing up and put it down to being a teenager. But his behaviour became very aggressive and defensive. I checked his phone and saw that he had been going onto chat rooms and speaking to people, mostly the messages I could see. Were with much older men, A2 is bisexual. the messages were again about sexual fantasies A2 had, possible meeting up and wanting to have a boy/girl friend. I was shocked, we had a conversation about safety online, how the internet can be unsafe, and people aren't always who they say they are. I took away his phone for two weeks. When he got it back he seemed and was very adamant he understood about the dangers.
Fast forward to February 2024. I have always had a strict parental controls on our WiFi. I truly believed that I had that all covered and they couldn't access material that was for adults. I was wrong. I found out that though their Nintendo switch they have able to access a browser that bypassed all of my parental controls. I also found out that they have downloading dark web browsers that again bypass my controls ( I obviously now know naively, but i never knew such browsers existed). Both A1 and A2 both have been viewing hardcore porngragic videos ( later even said some disturbed them). And once again A2 had been going on chatrooms. I have a family link to their phones but they had found out my password and were downloading things then deleting the notifications on my phone. This greatly upset me, as I've always given them trust but were doing all of this on my phone. The chat rooms were getting more serious he started to give out our address, his phone number, then messaging on there, then deleting messages, he started sending naked pictures and videos of himself in his uniform. He also would make it very clear to the individuals almost always older males, that he was 14 and asking if that was ok. I then took their phones, switch changed the WiFi password. I also emailed the deputy head at their school about their unsafe online behaviour I never received I reply back. I spoke to A2 about all of this and he said he doesn't care about he dangers that he wants to have a sexual relationship with someone. He seems to genuinely understand the dangers but also really doesn't care. Their dad, my partner also went to the police with the numbers we could see if the people he had been contacting, but said A2 would have to make a statement which cause A2 to have an epic meltdown. so we decided that maybe for his mental health we shouldn't.
Both boys have had obsessions over the years they come and go, their be so into something then completely drop it to move on to something else, when they were younger it was with Lego, marvel,harry potter, wimpy kid. But they seem to have both developed an obsession about sex. It's like living with the carry on crew the contanst jokes, references and talking about it. I made it clear about appropriate behaviour. I also said they can't make references in front our my younger children. They say things in buses, and laugh very loudly, it's like they think other people also find it funny. A2 in particular is finding social interactions hard, in person. He struggles with whats appropriate and not. This constant talk around sex is making these matters that greatly affect him worse. A1 is a total homebody.
I then discovered about 2 weeks later that on A2 Roblox account he had started to private message random girls he had met online, and once again the messages were of a sexual nature. Then I took away his phone completely. I just don't know how to make it clear to him about messaging random people, he even had been typing in random numbers and saying hi wanna talk. He also has had difficulty with understanding about messaging and phoning friends from school, such as you can't keep ringing them or texting. Some have even blocked him. Which greatly upsets him and fuels this aggressive side of him that I've never seen before. He's bigger and a lot stronger than me and it can be frightening.
When he's at school his behaviour is unpleasant. During the Easter break 2 weeks, he was so much more relaxed and a pleasure to be around, just a sweet teenager boy, so much happier. It's like he has to put on a different front at school to be the tough year 9. And he can't switch it off at home.
Now two days ago I found out that on there PS4 that I stupidly let them have the internet on. Has a Google browser. Even though A2 had been adamant that he hadn't been on the chatrooms. Turns out he never stopped but during that Easter break he did not go on the chatrooms as he didn't go into his room, I started to let him take the PS4 ( normally kept in the living room)in his room after school, I thought to pay fortnite, or listen to music. So in the Easter break he was with us in the living room and like I said so much more relaxed and happier. I now have removed the internet from the PS4 and again changed the WiFi password. It's like they really don't care about he dangers and will find ways no matter what. Which is greatly worrying.
Then after school two days ago he didn't return home for 45 minutes, I thought and was very scared that maybe he had met up with someone from online But he said when he got back he had gone with a friend to the park. A boy from year 7. I allow A1 his phone to school but it's locked all he can do is make calls due to A2 taking A1 phone and going on chatrooms and downloading these browers to look at porngragic material, A1 needs are greater than he brother, and is more valuable to manipulation. They have to stick together coming home. But A2 got on the bus without A1. I emailed the school to check that he had met up with this year 7 boy, which is true he did go to the park with this boy. They were confused and said it sounded strange as they don't interact at school, but said well have to take it on face value that they are friends. A2 was very angry and aggressive when he found out I had emailed the school. He greatly values the opinion of his teacher and TA. And was aggressively asking about the phone call I had with the teacher, demanding to know exactly what was said, even things I wouldn't know like what time did the teacher talk to the TA, and how did he tell the TA. His favourite person at he school is his TA.
He has also said that he doesn't want me to ever tell the school about he chatrooms, as he has said he'll ran away.
Now I find myself in a dilemma, I have already emailed the school deputy head, never received a reply back. Do I email his class teacher and basically say everything in detail like I have done in this post. Or will this negatively impact A2, he has made it very clear he doesn't want them to know but I feel out of my depth here. I have no clue what to do. He's behaviour is becoming increasingly worrying. Hes soon to be an adult. He's also made it very clear that at 16 he wants his phone back, he says he will be going on to chatrooms and will legally be able to give consent to have sexual relationships. And that's exactly what he's planning. I've tried to get him into sport (took them both the a cricket club for special needs children) not interested, Ive got them gym memberships not interested. He just seems to want to watch YouTube ( older TV only receives you tube no browsers).
It's only me and his dad and siblings, we have no extended family, me and their dad who has a lot of physical health problems have no friends. We spend most of our time with the children. I know he's a teenager and that brings difficulties but this just seems to get harder and with no one to turn to for advice I just don't know what to do for the best.
I just want to be a good enough parent and help A2 though all of this, whilst respecting his privacy but keeping him safe.
I hope this post makes sense.
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I have no idea on how best to handle this situation and really need some advice.
To hopefully save confusion for me and you I'll refer to my boys as A1 and A2.
This problem all started at the beginning of year 9. I allowed them both to download Snapchat to be honest against my better judgement. I had them connected to the family centre in Snapchat to monitor who they were communicating with. I could see with A2 he was contacting lots of random girls he didn't know. I asked him about it he would become very aggressive, something he's never shown to this level before. He would calm down I would explain that it's not appropriate to text random girls he didn't know and say he wouldn't do it again, But did. Over and over again. I felt like I needed to know what was being said so I checked the messages. The ones that I could see mentioned sexual fantasies he has, his location, asking about meeting up.
I then no longer allowed them Snapchat. Or social media, which was always my first choice until 16.
Fast forward to December 2023 A2 kept going into his room, something hes never done before, they always like to be in the living room together. Im aware that their growing up and put it down to being a teenager. But his behaviour became very aggressive and defensive. I checked his phone and saw that he had been going onto chat rooms and speaking to people, mostly the messages I could see. Were with much older men, A2 is bisexual. the messages were again about sexual fantasies A2 had, possible meeting up and wanting to have a boy/girl friend. I was shocked, we had a conversation about safety online, how the internet can be unsafe, and people aren't always who they say they are. I took away his phone for two weeks. When he got it back he seemed and was very adamant he understood about the dangers.
Fast forward to February 2024. I have always had a strict parental controls on our WiFi. I truly believed that I had that all covered and they couldn't access material that was for adults. I was wrong. I found out that though their Nintendo switch they have able to access a browser that bypassed all of my parental controls. I also found out that they have downloading dark web browsers that again bypass my controls ( I obviously now know naively, but i never knew such browsers existed). Both A1 and A2 both have been viewing hardcore porngragic videos ( later even said some disturbed them). And once again A2 had been going on chatrooms. I have a family link to their phones but they had found out my password and were downloading things then deleting the notifications on my phone. This greatly upset me, as I've always given them trust but were doing all of this on my phone. The chat rooms were getting more serious he started to give out our address, his phone number, then messaging on there, then deleting messages, he started sending naked pictures and videos of himself in his uniform. He also would make it very clear to the individuals almost always older males, that he was 14 and asking if that was ok. I then took their phones, switch changed the WiFi password. I also emailed the deputy head at their school about their unsafe online behaviour I never received I reply back. I spoke to A2 about all of this and he said he doesn't care about he dangers that he wants to have a sexual relationship with someone. He seems to genuinely understand the dangers but also really doesn't care. Their dad, my partner also went to the police with the numbers we could see if the people he had been contacting, but said A2 would have to make a statement which cause A2 to have an epic meltdown. so we decided that maybe for his mental health we shouldn't.
Both boys have had obsessions over the years they come and go, their be so into something then completely drop it to move on to something else, when they were younger it was with Lego, marvel,harry potter, wimpy kid. But they seem to have both developed an obsession about sex. It's like living with the carry on crew the contanst jokes, references and talking about it. I made it clear about appropriate behaviour. I also said they can't make references in front our my younger children. They say things in buses, and laugh very loudly, it's like they think other people also find it funny. A2 in particular is finding social interactions hard, in person. He struggles with whats appropriate and not. This constant talk around sex is making these matters that greatly affect him worse. A1 is a total homebody.
I then discovered about 2 weeks later that on A2 Roblox account he had started to private message random girls he had met online, and once again the messages were of a sexual nature. Then I took away his phone completely. I just don't know how to make it clear to him about messaging random people, he even had been typing in random numbers and saying hi wanna talk. He also has had difficulty with understanding about messaging and phoning friends from school, such as you can't keep ringing them or texting. Some have even blocked him. Which greatly upsets him and fuels this aggressive side of him that I've never seen before. He's bigger and a lot stronger than me and it can be frightening.
When he's at school his behaviour is unpleasant. During the Easter break 2 weeks, he was so much more relaxed and a pleasure to be around, just a sweet teenager boy, so much happier. It's like he has to put on a different front at school to be the tough year 9. And he can't switch it off at home.
Now two days ago I found out that on there PS4 that I stupidly let them have the internet on. Has a Google browser. Even though A2 had been adamant that he hadn't been on the chatrooms. Turns out he never stopped but during that Easter break he did not go on the chatrooms as he didn't go into his room, I started to let him take the PS4 ( normally kept in the living room)in his room after school, I thought to pay fortnite, or listen to music. So in the Easter break he was with us in the living room and like I said so much more relaxed and happier. I now have removed the internet from the PS4 and again changed the WiFi password. It's like they really don't care about he dangers and will find ways no matter what. Which is greatly worrying.
Then after school two days ago he didn't return home for 45 minutes, I thought and was very scared that maybe he had met up with someone from online But he said when he got back he had gone with a friend to the park. A boy from year 7. I allow A1 his phone to school but it's locked all he can do is make calls due to A2 taking A1 phone and going on chatrooms and downloading these browers to look at porngragic material, A1 needs are greater than he brother, and is more valuable to manipulation. They have to stick together coming home. But A2 got on the bus without A1. I emailed the school to check that he had met up with this year 7 boy, which is true he did go to the park with this boy. They were confused and said it sounded strange as they don't interact at school, but said well have to take it on face value that they are friends. A2 was very angry and aggressive when he found out I had emailed the school. He greatly values the opinion of his teacher and TA. And was aggressively asking about the phone call I had with the teacher, demanding to know exactly what was said, even things I wouldn't know like what time did the teacher talk to the TA, and how did he tell the TA. His favourite person at he school is his TA.
He has also said that he doesn't want me to ever tell the school about he chatrooms, as he has said he'll ran away.
Now I find myself in a dilemma, I have already emailed the school deputy head, never received a reply back. Do I email his class teacher and basically say everything in detail like I have done in this post. Or will this negatively impact A2, he has made it very clear he doesn't want them to know but I feel out of my depth here. I have no clue what to do. He's behaviour is becoming increasingly worrying. Hes soon to be an adult. He's also made it very clear that at 16 he wants his phone back, he says he will be going on to chatrooms and will legally be able to give consent to have sexual relationships. And that's exactly what he's planning. I've tried to get him into sport (took them both the a cricket club for special needs children) not interested, Ive got them gym memberships not interested. He just seems to want to watch YouTube ( older TV only receives you tube no browsers).
It's only me and his dad and siblings, we have no extended family, me and their dad who has a lot of physical health problems have no friends. We spend most of our time with the children. I know he's a teenager and that brings difficulties but this just seems to get harder and with no one to turn to for advice I just don't know what to do for the best.
I just want to be a good enough parent and help A2 though all of this, whilst respecting his privacy but keeping him safe.
I hope this post makes sense.
2024.04.28 01:42 Atoraxic Thought Reform and the Psychology of Totalism, Lifton; Cornerstone Foundation
This is a cornerstone of the foundation of forced audio: Thought Reform And The Psychology Of Totalism. Cornerstone Foundation
Hey fucktards you just crashed the internet on my phone.. if you incompetent idiots were even close to mind control I wouldn't have to deal with your cowardly torture and hacking weakness.Top secret "mind control" is a tragic farce.
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Chinese Thought Reform or "Brain Washing "
The Psychological Steps:Thought Reform and the Psychology of Totalism A Study Of Brainwashing in China is a book written by Robert Jay Lifton MD about mechanisms of Chinese thought and behavior modification, the experience of being indoctrinated and effects victims reported when interviewed.
Chinese brainwashing and thought reform is still being used and advanced. It was a substantial and easily recognized portion of the crimes that I'm/we are a victim of.
After a brief and gentle week long forced induction onto the brain computer interface I was abruptly hurled into the unfathomable agony of computerized thought reform or automated Chinese brain washing. I clearly remember what it said to me right before it unleashed Hell.. "your not answering my questions.. your not answering my questions.. WE TOLD YOU NOT TO TRUST US".. and then it went red line sadistic, utterly psychotic, deafeningly loud and proceeded to tortured the everliving fuck outa me.
In my life up till that point I had never encountered anything like this; Nothing even close. It's one of the worst thing in the world and you can't physically fight it, destroy it, shoot it, run from it, hide from it, bribe or reason with it.
I remember sitting in a shower on day five thinking over and over.. I can't believe this is happening.. who in the fuck does this to someone.. it it will end soon. It's has to end soon. I can't go on much longer. Nothing lasts forever.
Well six plus years later and this fucking psychotic, sadistic, psychopathic, torturous insane mind control chat bot is still running her fucking mouth and torturing me.
They started me with the Chinese approach and that nightmare lasted well over a year. They likely vary the stimuluses themes order, presentation and distinguishing content from victim to victim so that their experiences and any resultant accounts or reports wont share easily correlated details. Other victims may have started with a more Kubrick approach, psychic driving, memory removal, personal identity destruction or others.
A very clear indication your in the Chinese stage is your accused incessantly with vile crimes you never committed, are interrogated for hours then days and onward into months. Your initially accused of having a felony, then five felonies slowly onward until millions of felonies, sins, violations, charges, offenses, crimes.
You are constantly threatened with arrest, police contact, crimes against you, civil court cases, long prison sentences, criminal court cases, violence by cops, violence by criminals, theft, murder, rape of you or your loved ones, kidnapping.. etc etc etc.
Never-ending charges and mock court cases in which you are forced to endlessly defend yourself, case after case, day after day, month after month answering for crimes you never committed.
Then you go on trial for everything you actually have done. This is done before the victims experience shows us that Alice is in fact a BCI interface that can read minds and has been the whole time. It's terrifying when she suddenly starts charging you with all your secret sins, the things you have never told anyone, hauling it solo all the way into the grave shit. I'm not talking mass murder paid for by slave labor, but instead those burdens we all seem to shoulder, that burden hauled in packs wove of our experience, mistake and regret.. shared or all of our own. The few things we did, so against our own nature, that we keep them almost vaulted away from ourselves and guarded from everyone we love with no intention of looking again.
This is a huge gaslight as well as a victim is utterly at a loss as to how it can possibly know these things. It got them by asking questions designed to draw out memory of your sins and then harvesting all the dirt and details as you thought about them. If you think you can learn to control your thought enough to be able to refrain from answering a BCI when prompted with a question.. good luck. Sure, you can resist once or twice maybe, but then Alice just waits until you are distracted down the road and quick pops the question again. She can also just be set to an interrogation mode, you are just bombarded with a endless stream and loop of questions that won't end until they are all answered. Thats how they do the initial profile. Weeks of looped questions and the already have most of your life story, personality profile, strengths, weaknesses, fears, loves, hates, lovers, enemies, goals and dreams.
In the very end of the Chinese mind control never ending legal nightmare YOU end up being put on trial.. not for anything you did.. but YOU are put on trial. You have to defend yourself against all the charges and defend yourself for all your flaws, defend all your physical shortcomings, your perversions, all your lies, your brazen selfishness, every character flaws, times you fucked people over on purpose, everything thats ugly and there is no place to hide a single fucking shred of secret. Its one hell of an experience and your not in the best shape mentally or physically as by this time I had been tortured continuously for over two years, very large doses psychological manipulation and sleep deprivation, constantly bombarded with extreme stress repeatedly slammed with fear and pain. Have had every one of my significant relationships attacked repeatedly with destructive psychology and some of the most important were also attacked with stalking techniques and technology.
The trials go on forever.. you will be enduring some other torture and a new trial will suddenly begin. Sometimes its a new charge, but mostly you go on trial over and over for the same charges and you are forced to defend yourself over and over and over. The more times your tried for the same crime the worse the trial and outcomes become until eventually during the late trials your utterly humiliated, abused and in the end are forced to confess to everyone of the charges.
Just when you think its finally over then you have to defend yourself to family members of your supposed victim and real victims and the only way through that is to confess guilt to them and ask for forgiveness as they relentlessly abuse you.
After you make your confession to the 10,000 felonies they have been broadcasting you have been charged with for years without offering any explanation. Then you are judged, independently, by everyone significant that was a part of your life when the attack started and everyone who filed a charge against you from your past, all your significant relatives, all your enemies, everyone that you feel you have ever fucked over, everyone you have stood up for, went out on a limb for, saved. Fetuses you have aborted. Everyone gets to pass judgment on you and gets their time to say what they want to you or about you. This of course is all coming from the interface thats desighned to destroy you, but all the characters it plays are real people from your real life and a few of the "felonies" you were charged with are real things you did.
Don't forget also that this is the Chinese thought reform portion of the MK nightmare and personal identity obliteration, false confession, channeling of guilt and relentlessly torturing the victim pst complete and utter absolute breaking point is its algorithm.
So did you actually do these things and if so are they and the real life people being represented founded in reality or are you just getting psychologically destroyed by Alice ?
Finally in conclusion through dramatization you get a taste of what its like being bused off to prison after you are sentenced. Your walked through the whole experience of arriving at prison.. the interface keeps asking you how old your kids going to be when your released, if you think you woman of wife is already fucking someone else, what are you going to to survive in this shit hole. it ends with the prison falling off to sleep with lights out and suddenly it gets quiet and you realize thats the first and only five minutes you have not been tortured and had any break from constant 24/7 noise abuse and torture in about a year. After five minutes it all returns, but you are onto the next phase.
So here are some segments from the book. I little background, a link to a free e copy and the psychological steps to Chinese brain washing. I didn't read it until after I was already through that horrible never-ending misery. I easily recognized all the psychological steps from my experience.
Thought Reform and the Psychology of TotalismA STUDY OF "BRAINWASHING" IN CHINARobert Jay Lifton, M.D.The University of North Carolina Press Chapel Hill and LondonCONTENTSPreface to the University of North Carolina Press Edition viiPreface xi PART ONEThe Problem
- What Is "Brainwashing"? 3
- Research in Hong Kong 8PART TWOPrison Thought Reform of Westerners
- Re-education: Dr. Vincent 19
- Father Luca: The False Confession 38
- Psychological Steps 65
- Varieties of Response: The Obviously Confused 86
- Varieties of Response: Apparent Converts 117
- Varieties of Response: Apparent Resisters 133
- Group Reform: Double-edged Leadership 152
- Follow-up Visits 185
- Father Simon: The Converted Jesuit 207
- Recovery and Renewal: A Summing Up 222
- The Encounter 243
- The Revolutionary University: Mr. Hu 253
- A Chinese Odyssey 274
- The Older Generation: Robert Chao 301
- George Chen: The Conversions of Youth 313
- Grace Wu: Music and Reform 338
- Cultural Perspectives: The Fate of Filial Piety 359
- Cultural Perspectives: Origins 388
- Cultural Perspectives: Impact 399
- PART FOURTotalism and Its Alternatives
- Ideological Totalism 419
- Approachesto Re-education 438
- "Open" Personal Change 462
PREFACEThis study began as a psychiatric evaluation of Chi-nese Communist "thought reform," or "brainwash- ing," It is still primarily this; but it has also, inevitably, become a psychological study of extremism or totalism—and even more broadly, a study of the "closed" versus the "open" approaches to human change.It is based upon research which I conducted in Hong Kong in 1954-55. It then evolved over four years of additional research and teaching in the United States. My work with Western and Chinese subjects—piecing together emotional details that were both poig- nant and extreme—and the psychological, moral, and historical challenge of the material have made this study an exceptionally ab- sorbing personal and professional experience.A book about extremism calls for a special measure of objectivity. This does not mean that its author can claim complete personal or moral detachment. The assumption of such detachment in psy- chological (or any other) work is at best self-deception, and at worst a source of harmful distortion. And who during this era can pretend to be uninvolved in the issues of psychological coercion, of identity, and of ideology? Certainly not one who has felt impelled to study them at such length.
Instead, I have attempted to be both reasonably dispassionate and responsibly committed: dispassionate in my efforts to stand away from the material far enough to probe the nature of the process, its effects upon people exposed to it, and some of the in- fluences affecting its practitioners; committed to my own analysesxi
Xii THOUGHT REFORMand judgments within the limitations and the bias of my knowl- edge.Much in this book is highly critical of the particular aspect of Chinese Communism which it examines, but I have made no at- tempt to render a definitive verdict on this far-reaching revolution- ary movement. I am critical of thought reform's psychological tactics, not because they are Communist (or Chinese Communist), but because of their specific nature. In the last section of this book, these tactics are compared with practices within our own culture, which also receive critical treatment insofar as they resemble the ideological totalism of thought reform. Instead of contrasting the "good we" and the "bad they/' rather, I have attempted to identify and understand a particular psychological phenomenon.In the pursuit of this understanding, I have recorded all that seemed relevant, including the details of whatever psychological and physical abuse my subjects encountered. I believe that this comprehensive approach offers the best means of contributing to general knowledge, and to the clarification of an emotionally loaded subject; and I hope that this study will thereby ultimately contribute to the resolution, rather than to the intensification, of cold war pas- sions. It is in fact one of the tragedies of the cold war that moral criticism of either side is immediately exploited by the other side in an exaggerated, one-dimensional fashion. One can never prevent this from happening; but one can at least express the spirit in which a work has been written.Such an approach requires that I inform the reader about my bias in both psychiatric and political matters. Psychiatrically, I have been strongly influenced by both neo-Freudian and Freudian cur- rents: the former through an association with the Washington School of Psychiatry during and immediately after the research study itself, and the latter through a subsequent candidacy in the Boston Psychoanalytic Institute. Both influences were also present in my earlier psychiatric residency training at the State University Medical Center of New York. I have found the theoretical writings of Erik Erikson, especially those relating to questions of personal identity and ideology, particularly relevant for this study. At the same time, I have constantly groped for new ways to bring psychological insights to bear upon historical forces, and do so with a humanistic focus. Thus, I have made extensive use of my subjects' biographical
PREF ACE X l l lmaterial, and have attempted to include in these presentations a flesh-and-bones description of their life histories in relationship to pertinent social historical currents, as well as a rigorous psychological analysis of their responses to thought reform. This seemed to me the best way to deal with the inseparable relationship between stress and response, and (in William James' phrase) to "convey truth."
My political philosophical bias is toward a liberalism strongly critical of itself; and toward the kind of antitotalitarian (in the psy- chological terms of this study, antitotalistic), historically-minded questioning of the order of things expressed by Albert Camus in his brilliant philosophical essay, The Rebel. No one understood better than Camus the human issues involved in this book.
I should like to mention a few of the many people whose direct personal assistance was indispensable to the completion of this study. David McK. Rioch lent initial support when support was most needed, and always continued to enrich the work through his urbane eclecticism, his provocative criticism, and his personal kindness. Erik Erikson, during many memorable talks at Stock- bridge and Cambridge, made stimulating and enlarging suggestions, both about specific case histories and problems of presentation. During the latter stages of the work, David Riesrnan offered gener- ously of his extraordinaryintellectual breadth and his unique per sonal capacity to evoke what is most creative within one. Carl Binger has been sage and always helpful in his advice. All four made thoughtful criticisms of the manuscript, as did Kenneth Keniston and F. C. Redlich. Others in psychiatry and related fields to whom I am indebted are Leslie Farber, Erich Lindemann, Margaret Mead, and Beata Rank. In the perilous subtleties of Chinese cultural, intellectual, and political history, I was constantly counseled by Benjamin Schwartz and by John Fairbank, both of whom read parts of the manuscript; and earlier in the work by Lu Pao-tung, MaMeng, Howard Boorman, Conrad Brandt, and A. Doak Barnett The literary advice and loving sustenance of my wife, Betty Jean Lifton, can hardly be documented. My father, Harold A. Lifton, also did much to encourage this study. The Hong Kong research was sponsored for the first seven months
XIV THOUGHT REFORMby the Asia Foundation, and for the remaining year by the Wash- ington School of Psychiatry. The manuscript was completed under grants from the Ford Foundation and the Foundation's Fund for Research in Psychiatry, both administered through Harvard Uni- versity,Finally, I must acknowledge my debt to the forty research sub- jects, Chinese and Western, whose personal thought reform ex- periences are the basis for this study. The extent of their intelligent collaboration in this work is apparent in the biographical chapters. In these, I have altered certain details in order to protect the sub- jects' anonymity; but none of these alterations affect the essential psychological patterns.
CHAPTER 5 PSYCHOLOGICAL STEPS
There is a basic similarity in what both Dr. Vincent and Father Luca experienced during Communist imprisonment. Although they were held in separate prisons far re- moved from each other, and although they differed very much in their responses to reform, they were both subjected to the same general sequence of psychological pressures. This sequence was es- sentially the same despite the fact that these men were very dif- ferent from each other, with different personal and professional life styles. Nor was this thought reform pattern common to just these two: it was experienced by all twenty-five of the Westerners whom I interviewed.
to renounce the people, the organizations, and the standards of behavior which had formed the matrix of their previous existence. They were being forced to betray—not so much their friends and colleagues, as a vital core of themselves.
This self-betrayal was extended through the pressures to "accept help" and in turn 'lielp" others. Within the bizarre morality of the prison environment, the prisoner finds himself—almost without realizing it—violating many of his most sacred personal ethics and behavioral standards. The degree of violation is expanded, very early in the game, through the mechanism of shared betrayal, as another priest described: The cell chief kept asking information about Church activities. He wanted me to denounce others, and I didn't want to do this. . . . A Chinese Father was transferred into the cell, and he said to me, "You cannot help it. You must make some denunciations. The things which the Communists know about any of your Church activities you must come out with." . . . Much later I was put in another cell to bring a French priest to confession. He had been stubborn, and had been in solitary for a few months. He was very fearful and looked like a wild animal. . . . I took care of him, washed his clothes for him, helped him to rest. I advised him that what they might know he might as well confess.
Although there is a continuing tension between holding on and letting go, some degree of self-betrayal is quickly seen as a way to survival. But the more of one's self one is led to betray, the greater is one's involvement with his captors; for by these means they make contact with whatever similar tendencies already exist within the prisoner himself—with the doubts, antagonisms, and ambivalences which each of us carries beneath the surface of his loyalties. This bond of betrayal between prisoner and environment may develop to the point where it seems to him to be all he has to grasp; turning back becomes ever more difficult.
thought reform differently, nor did anyone respond completely to all these steps; at the same time, the experiences had such magnitude that they affected every prisoner in some measure, no matter what his background and character.
1. THE ASSAULT UPON IDENTITY
From the beginning, Dr. Vincent was told he was not really a doctor, that all of what he considered himself to be was merely a cloak under which he hid what he really was. And Father Luca was told the same thing, especially about the area which he held most precious—his religion. Backing up this assertion were all of the physical and emotional assaults of early imprisonment: the confusing but incriminating interrogations, the humiliating "strug- gles," the painful and constricting chains, and the more direct phys- ical brutality. Dr. Vincent and Father Luca each began to lose his bearings on who and what he was, and where he stood in relation- ship to his fellows. Each felt his sense of self become amorphous and impotent and fall more and more under the control of its would-be remolders. Each was at one point willing to say (and to be) whatever his captors demanded.
Each was reduced to something not fully human and yet not quite animal, no longer the adult and yet not quite the child; instead, an adult human was placed in the position of an infant or a sub-human animal, helplessly being manipulated by larger and stronger "adults" or "trainers." Placed in this regressive stance, each felt himself deprived of the power, mastery, and selfhood of adult existence.In both, an intense struggle began between the adult man and the child-animal which had been created, a struggle against regres- sion and dehumanization. But each attempt on the part of the prisoner to reassert his adult human identity and to express his own will ("I am not a spy. I am a doctor"; or "This must be a mistake. I am a priest, I am telling the truth") was considered a show of re- sistance and of "insincerity," and called forth new assaults.
2. THE ESTABLISHMENT OF GUILT
Dr. Vincent and Father Luca found themselves unanimouslycondemned by an "infallible" environment. The message of guilt which they received was both existential (you are guilty!) and psy- chologically demanding (you must learn to feel guilty!). As this individual guilt potential was tapped, both men had no choice but to experience—first unconsciously and then consciously—a sense of evil. Both became so permeated by the atmosphere of guilt that external criminal accusations became merged with subjective feelings of sinfulness—of having done wrong. Feelings of resent- ment, which in such a situation could have been a source of strength, were shortlived; they gave way to the gradual feeling that the punish- ment was deserved, that more was to be expected.In making their early false confessions, Dr. Vincent and Father Luca were beginning to accept the guilty role of the criminal. Gradually, a voice within them was made to say, ever more loudly: "It is my sinfulness, and not their injustice, which causes me to suffer—although I do not yet know the full measure of my guilt." At this point their guilt was still diffuse, a vague and yet per- vasive set of feelings which we may call a free-floating sense of guilt.4 Another prisoner expressed this clearly: What they tried to impress on you is a complex of guilt. The complex I had was that I was guilty. . . . I was a criminal—that was my feel- ing, day and night.
3 . THE SELF-BETRYAL
The series of denunciations of friends and colleagues which both Dr. Vincent and Father Luca were required to make had special significance. Not only did making these accusations increase their feelings of guilt and shame, it put them in the position of subvert- ing the structures of their own lives. They were, in effect, being made
The common pattern becomes especially important in evaluating the stories these Westerners told me. Each was attempting to describe, in most instances as accurately as possible, the details of an ordeal from which he had just emerged. But what each reported was also inevitably influenced by his immediate life situation—his psychological transition between the two worlds, his personal struggles for both integrity and integration, his feelings about suc- coring and threatening colleagues and strangers in Hong Kong, his view of me as an American, a physician, a psychiatrist, and a person. All of these circumstances could affect his account, and especially its emotional tone. Therefore, both during the inter- views and in the later study of my notes, I had to sift out what was
Not every prisoner was treated as severely as were Dr. Vincent and Father Luca, but each experienced similar external assaults leading to some form of inner surrender—a surrender of personal autonomy. This assault upon autonomy and identity even extended to the level of consciousness, so that men began to exist on a level
4. THE BREAKING POINT; TOTAL CONFLICT AND THE BASIC FEAR
continued in the link.. like that shit wartards?
Coercive persuasion; a socio-psychological analysis of the "brainwashing" of American civilian prisoners by the Chinese Communists
by Schein, Edgar H Publication date 1961Topics Communisten, Hersenspoeling, China, Gevangenen, Communism -- China, Brainwashing, Prisons, Persuasion (Psychology), Lavage de cerveau, Psychological Warfare, Communisme -- Chine, CommunismPublisher N.Y., Nortonhttps://archive.org/details/coercivepersuasi0000sche/page/n9/mode/2up
2024.04.28 00:18 StarJake20 Date A Live V: Ragnorok Kurumi (Ep 1-3) Pitch Meeting
Well, it’s back—more Pitch Meetings are here! Step right up to see how the start of DAL V was planned.
Images and clips of Producer and Screenwriter Guy alongside some of Ryan George's catchphrases belong to Ryan George of Screenrant himself, while the images and clips of DAL V belong to Kadokawa/Geek Toys.As usual, this is a parody of Ryan George's Pitch Meetings and, therefore, fanwork.
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Producer Guy: So you have the first part of Date A Live Season 5 for me?Screenwriter Guy: Yes, sir, I do.
Producer Guy: Oh man, it’s good that this studio has survived after a Date A Live season.
Screenwriter Guy: I mean, our company was absorbed by our parent company, but we still have our original name, so I guess it still counts.
Producer Guy: It does, so anyway, what happens?
Screenwriter Guy: Well, we’re going to begin by just continuing where we left off with Kurumi, Shido, and the spirits.
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Producer Guy: Oh, starting on Kurumi after finishing on her last season is tight!
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Screenwriter Guy: Are you okay?
Producer Guy: Oh sorry, the thought that Kurumi is now a consistent character throughout a season instead of someone who appears mostly toward the second half of the season excites me.
Screenwriter Guy: Yeah, don’t get too attached though.
Producer Guy: Huh?
Screenwriter Guy: So anyway, Kurumi then questions Reine or Phantom’s actions while Shido explains his discoveries about Kurumi to the other spirits and another Reine.
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Producer Guy: Shouldn’t there be a recap? I feel like there were so many details I forgot about from four seasons that aired over the course of 11 years.
Screenwriter Guy: Nope, we’re on a budget for the CGI and animation.
Producer Guy: Well in that case, I’m going to rewatch and play every game we have.
Screenwriter Guy: Wait let me just-
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Screenwriter Guy: Well all right
(3 days, 20 hours, 14 minutes, and 32 seconds later)
Producer Guy: Man, I forgot about how many clues were hidden under the façade of a harem anime. But are you sure that we are unable to do more, even with our high-selling merchandise?
Screenwriter Guy: Even with our high-selling merchandise, we’re on a budget.
Producer Guy: (Scoffs) Alright. At least mention past events.
Screenwriter Guy: Don’t worry. So in the first episode, we’ll take it slow before we put the pedal to the medal on the story.
Producer Guy: And what is that pedal?
Screenwriter Guy: Westcott finds out about Kurumi’s time loops and wages full-scale war in Tengu City just to kill Shido.
Producer Guy: All that just to kill one person? Man, that sounds super stupid to declare war just to kill a person.
Screenwriter Guy: I mean, have you seen our world’s leaders and opposing politicians right now?
Producer Guy: Now that I think about it, it’s not that far-fetched. But I doubt it's that serious.
Screenwriter Guy: It is because the Nibercole brings the head of a Kurumi clone during that moment.
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Producer Guy: Oh, that makes me super upset to visualize that.
Screenwriter Guy: Don't worry sir, there's going to be some downtime before the war occurs.
Producer Guy: It seems like there will be some emotional whiplash if they bring up war during fun moments. What else happens?
Screenwriter Guy: Well as Shido tries to use Michael to restore his memories, Miku is going to make a dick joke-
Producer Guy: Wha-ha-ha-hat?! Well how does that go?
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Screenwriter Guy: By likening it to airborne diseases
Producer Guy: Ohhh my God!
Screenwriter Guy: So anyway, after Kurumi hears of Westcott’s intentions for full-scale war, the past Kurumi from five years ago goes to Shido’s house the next day.
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Producer Guy: She’s the hot Kurumi from both Season 3 and the end of Season 4!
Screenwriter Guy: That’s right, and this time she’s more into Shido.
Producer Guy: How much more into Shido?
Screenwriter Guy: She briefly plays a game of seductive telephone with Shido to the real Kurumi having Shido’s message of “This time, I’ll be the one to steal a kiss. So prepare yourself, my honey.” with the ‘my honey’ part in English for the Japanese dub turn into “I love, love, super-love you! Let’s get married, my honey.”
Producer Guy: Man, having you try to say it to me sounds very weird, not to mention that we are sort of the same person, and Shido is starting to copy Tonomachi’s mannerisms with speaking English.
Screenwriter Guy: Again, we’re not. I have glasses, and of course, Shido would start to get slightly influenced by Tonomachi.
Producer Guy: Well okay then. How about Kurumi? How does she react to this?
Screenwriter Guy: Well, Kurumi almost kills her clone and starts to become as tsundere as her potential ancestor, Kaguya Shinomiya.
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Producer Guy: Very nice.
Screenwriter Guy: Afterward, all of the spirits and members of Ratatoskr gather again to try to discuss their plans for the upcoming war.
Producer Guy: Can’t Shido just take Kurumi’s deal and kill Westcott in the past?
Screenwriter Guy: No.
Producer Guy: Why?
Screenwriter Guy: So the anime can happen.
Producer Guy: I guess that makes sense.
Screenwriter Guy: Anyway, as the group brainstorms with the Fraxinus AI Maria, Nia realizes that they cannot discuss any ideas on specifically defeating Westcott and Ellen since Westcott, with Beelzebub, can find out about it and easily counter it.
Producer Guy: Man, it’s going to be difficult to try to discuss their plans without Westcott finding out.
Screenwriter Guy: Actually it’s gonna be super easy, barely an inconvenience!
Producer Guy: Oh really!?
Screenwriter Guy: Yeah, see, they’re just gonna talk about it before fighting so that Nia can jam Beelzebub.
Producer Guy: So Nia can now suddenly jam Beelzebub against Westcott, why couldn’t she do that like a bunch of other times during the last two arcs?
Screenwriter Guy: Hey, shut up! So then Maria shocks Nia just for calling her a Robo-girl.
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Producer Guy: A very sassy and possibly dangerously sentient AI.
Screenwriter Guy: Afterward, Origami and Mana will also convince the local AST to team up with Ratatoskr.
Producer Guy: The antagonists in Season 1 and temporary allies in Season 2 who basically became sidelined by Seasons 3 and 4? How?
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Screenwriter Guy: By almost shooting them using a wing from Mettatron.
Producer Guy: Wouldn’t that make the AST very distrustful of the spirits and Ratatoskr?
Screenwriter Guy: No it won’t.
Producer Guy: But-
Screenwriter Guy: So afterward, the spirits prepare for battle by trying to overcome the things they hate, Yoshinon talks about pads while breaking the 4th wall-
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Producer Guy: What?
Screenwriter Guy: And to overcome their weaknesses, they make onigiri filled with stuff that everyone hates.
Producer Guy: How is that supposed to make them stronger?
Screenwriter Guy: (Sarcastically) I don’t know.
Producer Guy: Fair enough.
Screenwriter Guy: Then we will have some scenes of Tohka in pajamas comforting Shido.
Producer Guy: How is she going to comfort Shido?
Screenwriter Guy: By laying his head on her lap.
Producer Guy: I imagine him seeing the bottom of her chest instead of her head, like how I lay my head on my wife's lap. Is he more comfortable?
Screenwriter Guy: Unclear, since Shido was trying to sleep on a lounge chair without a blanket in his Raizen High School uniform while Tohka was in pajamas and sleeping in a bed.
Producer Guy: Wow, it shows that Ratatoskr just treats women better, but also, he’s still wearing his uniform? Did he just get back from school late at night?
Screenwriter Guy: No, Tonomachi, along with the trio Ai, Mai, and Mii, specify that Tohka, Origami, Kurumi, and Shido were absent for days.
Producer Guy: Will he have a change of clothes, like Fraxinus combat armor, during the main battle?
Screenwriter Guy: Nope. He’s straight-up wearing his school uniform in battle
Producer Guy: What’s the point of that? He’s not going to school and not wearing anything to protect himself in battle.
Screenwriter Guy: Listen sir, I’m going to need you to get all the way off my back about that, okay? It's literally how it happens in the Light Novels.
Producer Guy: Okay, okay, I'll get off of that thing. Changing the subject, how is Kurumi entering the battle?
(Play Video)
https://reddit.com/link/1ceqm70/video/hdz2fadsewwc1/player
(End Video)
Producer Guy: Nice!
Screenwriter Guy: And by the way, do you remember that episode where Ratatoskr basically turned Tengu City into a battlefield using the buildings and shops?
Producer Guy: Yeah, why? Wasn’t that basically made up?
Screenwriter Guy: No, because that comes up again as now the buildings are used to attack DEM.
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Producer Guy: Okay, that’s cool!
Screenwriter Guy: So then the battle begins, the spirits are deployed in the field, and it’s just an all-out war out there.
Producer Guy: What about the AST?
Screenwriter Guy: Oh, they were initially just going to attack the spirits, but Yoshino and Mukuro save the AST from a fleet of DEM soldiers attempting to assassinate them.
Producer Guy: So DEM tried to kill the local AST despite the group potentially being useful against Ratatoskr and the spirits?
Screenwriter Guy: That’s what we’re going with. The AST then just fights DEM and talks about finding employment elsewhere since they are basically disobeying orders now.
Producer Guy: Oh, I get that. Our boss always tells me not to put up lewd posters I have of the spirits, or else I would find employment elsewhere.
Screenwriter Guy: (Freaked out) Why would you do that?
Producer Guy: We’re talking about Date A Live; I’m just doing this for the occasion. Besides, I get turned on whenever I see Kurumi.
Screenwriter Guy: Ohhhh, as adults with wives and children, I think that that is wrong for you to do. I might as well call the FBI like you tried to do to me in the Natsumi Pitch Meeting.
Producer Guy: Let's not go there, so what happens?
Screenwriter Guy: Shido then joins the battle, and let me tell you, he resurfaces up his Bully Maguire-style rizz but from Season 3 with touches of Elvis Presley toward the Nibercole.
Producer Guy: What?
(Play Video)
https://reddit.com/link/1ceqm70/video/m4dfqrlgyywc1/player
(End Video)
Producer Guy: But won’t Westcott just create more Nibercole?
Screenwriter Guy: Uhhh, whoops
Producer Guy: Whoopsie, ya silly goose, but wait doesn’t that imply that Shido is sorta being like those pervs who kiss book pages of their waifus?
Screenwriter Guy: (Shocked face)…… Anyway, Origami, along with the AST, manages to defeat Artemisia by having Mukuro suddenly appear on screen to unseal Artemisia’s memories.
Producer Guy: Nice! Hey, what about Kurumi?
Screenwriter Guy: Oh, the real Kurumi suddenly appears in front of Shido, and they just spend time arguing about whose goals are better as they fight the Nibercole.
Producer Guy: Doesn't that mean-
Screenwriter Guy: Shido kisses the Nibercole while saying he loves Kurumi.
Producer Guy: Doesn't that give Kurumi more edge in addition to her goals?
Screenwriter Guy: It does, but Shido has the power of being the main character, so his goals are the ones to succeed.
Producer Guy: Then what's Shido's aim then?
Screenwriter Guy: Just seal the Spirit of Origin and ensure that the spirits' misfortune will not happen.
Producer Guy: So he would still let the deaths of hundreds of millions happen while singlehandedly trying to find the spirits in the span of 30 years and prevent everything bad from happening to them.
Screenwriter Guy: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Producer Guy: But if Season 3 confirms that history can be changed, would that not erase Shido’s existence, given that the presence of spirits was made by death and destruction?
Screenwriter Guy: Hey shut up! So as some Nibercole basically combine to form armor for another Nibercole, she then tries to kill Kurumi only for the past Kurumi clone to get in the way!
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Producer Guy: Ohhh my God! But knowing Date A Live, I know she will survive.
Screenwriter Guy: No, she dies.
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Producer Guy: What! Noooo!
Screenwriter Guy: Anyway, that clone’s death, despite seeing her as annoying, makes Kurumi realize that she lost her and Shido’s competition.
Producer Guy: Why does the death of a clone that she finds annoying make her realize that?
Screenwriter Guy: Because-
Producer Guy: That works.
Screenwriter Guy: Because of that, Kurumi agrees to kiss Shido and offer her spirit power eventually.
Producer Guy: Oh wow, wow, wow, … wow.
(Start Video)
https://reddit.com/link/1ceqm70/video/qnfmwar3d3xc1/player
(End Video)
Screenwriter Guy: Actually, hang on (pulls out a picture of Kurumi) let me put this in a better way. You see this picture of Kurumi.
Producer Guy: Awwww, Kurumi!
(Play Video)
https://reddit.com/link/1ceqm70/video/gz370ida7zwc1/player
(End Video)
Screenwriter Guy: Sir, I was trying to show you that that is how the arc will end.
Producer Guy: Wait really?
Screenwriter Guy: Yeah, Mio just donuts Kurumi and emerges from her stomach as she did to her Date A Bullet clone in Season 1, and that's the end of this arc.
Producer Guy: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, that’s how you’re going to end this meeting? Kurumi very likely dies, and Mio appears?!
Screenwriter Guy: Yeah! So what do you think?
Producer Guy: Well, it sounds like a harem going the intense and sad route, although do you think another show at the beginning of Season 5’s airing might be on par with the war theme?
Screenwriter Guy: Well, apart from one particular show, I don’t think so, especially since I heard that it’s about the post-apocalypse rather than war, and it likely won’t air on the same day. However, the fact that people are fighting just for petty goals shows that war... war never changes.
Producer Guy: Isn't that a quote from-
(Pitch Meeting Sound)
Fallout and DAL V premiered on the same day
Hi everyone. It's been a long, long time since I did a Pitch Meeting, expect more for the other S5 arcs but who knows if I'm going to make them based on the LN volumes or by a character's arc since Mio has two volumes.
2024.04.27 17:36 nehpets99 Some thoughts on CASPA 2024-2025
PA hopefuls: CASPA 2024-2025 is upon us and, like in previous cycles, panic is everywhere. I wanted to write down some thoughts both about this sub and CASPA in the hopes that your questions and concerns can be addressed.
Good luck, and may the odds be ever in your favor.
-nehpets99
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- CASPA is just a centralized application service. In fact, that's what "CAS" of "CASPA" stands for. CASPA doesn't decide or evaluate anything, CASPA doesn't check if your PS was written by ChatGPT, etc. CASPA is a facilitator, a way for applicants and programs to communicate with each other in an organized fashion.
- To that end, programs are the ultimate arbiter. Do you want to include some volunteering from middle school? Were you an unpaid home health aide for a great uncle? Programs (adcoms) will decide how much weight to give that.
- Stop answering questions in a way that you think adcoms want to hear. Some of you want to link back every little thing you do to prove you can be a PA. For example, you'll link job descriptions or volunteer experiences to being a PA. Adcoms don't want that, they just want to know what you did. Not every X job does Y task.
- Stop trying to anticipate how an adcom will think. "I got a B- in a 1-credit art class 6 years ago, will they think I'm not ready for PA school?" "I have 100 hours of shadowing, but since I can't put in decimals, I have to report that I have 105 hours; will adcoms think I'm lying?". Everything is taken at face value and everything is considered. To that end, assume every program evaluates applicants holistically.
- Stop shoehorning experiences to fit a question. Not writing optional essays, not taking optional courses, or not taking an optional GRE cannot be used against you--they're optional for a reason.
- While you may think they're hellspawn once you're in a program, adcoms are people, and while they all bring in their implicit, individual biases, they also bring in their individual beliefs. LGBTQIA+, abortion, and other "hot button" issues may interfere with an adcom's objectivity, but there is nothing inherently wrong with talking about those issues if they are relevant. You could talk about giving CPR at a Trump rally (other than J6, maybe) and it would be unfair for an adcom to hold that against you.
- On the subject of "adcoms are people", do you really think that all PAs are angels? There are practicing PAs with DUIs on their records, there are almost certainly PAs who may have cheated in undergrad or PA school. If you have a ding on your academic or criminal record, be honest about it and show that you're reformed.
- CASPA has a wonderful, lengthy guide on how to fill out the application. Read it.
- Programs on probation are not inherently bad. New programs are not inherently bad. Programs hosted at for-profit universities are not inherently bad (do you really think that non-profit universities don't make a profit??? That's not what that means!). Programs hosted by religious-based universities are not inherently bad. All of these programs (except for the newest ones) produce graduates who can--and have--pass the PANCE; what you have to decide is: what is your personal risk tolerance?
- May is still early. June is still early. Not every program does rolling admissions. For non-rolling programs, you can literally submit a completed, verified application the day before the cycle closes and it won't affect anything.
Good luck, and may the odds be ever in your favor.
-nehpets99
2024.04.27 15:29 RusticBohemian Seneca was accused of running a school for slaves in which he dressed them a little too well. What sort of school was this?
Seneca's essay, De vita Beata, has him responding to the charges of hypocrisy leveled against him. Specifically, critics lambasted his wealth and displays of luxury.
He characterizes one such criticism as: "How is it that your school of slave boys is decked out in expensive uniforms?"
What sort of slave school was this? I know that some slaves were educated. Slaves might become doctors, scribes, etc, which required education. Their services might be rented out by the owner for a profit.
But was Seneca doing this on a grand scale, creating a highly educated slave labor force through his own personal school?
Any context welcome.
Thanks!
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He characterizes one such criticism as: "How is it that your school of slave boys is decked out in expensive uniforms?"
What sort of slave school was this? I know that some slaves were educated. Slaves might become doctors, scribes, etc, which required education. Their services might be rented out by the owner for a profit.
But was Seneca doing this on a grand scale, creating a highly educated slave labor force through his own personal school?
Any context welcome.
Thanks!
2024.04.27 14:19 Angel466 [Bob the hobo] A Celestial Wars Spin-Off Part 1003
PART ONE THOUSAND AND THREE
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Sunday
By the time we re-entered the conference room, everyone was back up on their feet, and more men in suits had arrived. From the way Detective Douche was doing everything but crushing the toe of his shoe into the ground, things weren’t going the way he wanted. Daniel simply looked bored.
Well, that made two of us.
The officer broke away from us and rejoined her colleagues, where she started talking to them in a lowered voice. Douche and Daniel noticed them as well, and they headed over that way to join in. I had no idea what they found so riveting, but Gerry was tugging me towards her father, so we moved in the other direction towards them.
“Did you talk to the police?” the little, older man with wire-rimmed glasses demanded, and I immediately arched my eyebrow at him.
“I went to the bathroom,” Geraldine insisted.
But the man’s eyes were on me. “Did she give you her card? Tell you to call her later?”
I was suddenly fed up to the back teeth with all of it. “If you must know, she asked me to set her up with my older brother the next time he’s in town. I told her he was based out of the country, but she gave me her card anyway. We talked about things for maybe three minutes while Gerry and Kulon were in the bathroom.”
“You sent Kulon in, leaving yourself vulnerable?” Tucker asked.
“I will always protect Geraldine ahead of myself.” I cuddled her close and kissed her hair before adding, “She’s mine to protect.” I looked back at the officers huddled together. “And besides, who’d make a move on me with this much blue on the scene?”
Daniel broke away from the group and came over to me. “They want to charge someone with assault since injuries did occur, but the way it’s panning out, that’ll only happen if they can convince you to press charges against the man who tasered you since your kick was in defence of Miss Portsmith first.” He paused. “You don’t, do you?” I shook my head, and he smirked. “I told them that would be your answer. And with the rest of it being agreed upon before the exercise started and no one else has been hurt or willing to press charges, there’s nothing more they can do…”
He paused when Douche came back, looking like he finally had something over us. “Why do you feel Miss Portsmith’s life is in danger to the point she needs her own bodyguards, Mister Portsmith?”
“He’s a concerned father,” the tiny man replied, removing his wire-framed glasses and cleaning them with a handkerchief. “Unless you plan on posing that particular question to every celebrity and dignitary who uses bodyguards for their immediate families’ safety. I myself would find that a complete waste of the city’s time, but should you choose that path, I suggest you start at the White House.” He returned his glasses to his face and blinked patiently at the detective. “Was there anything else?”
“You can’t be playing wargames in a public space…!”
“We weren’t. The room was hired for a private function, and one person exceeded the formal boundaries of that space. It’s no different to someone being thrown out a window and landing on the sidewalk, detective. The blow that sent him there came from private property after he put his hands on another without their permission. If no one’s pressing charges, you have nothing.”
Douche scowled at me. “Is this the way you really want this to go down, kid? What if next time, they try something more lethal than a Taser? Like a knife or a gun?”
Since he scowled at me sooo lovingly, I returned the favour by blinking at him like he was the world’s greatest moron.
A few minutes later, he and his uniformed sidekicks (Lucas would murder me if he heard me thinking that of patrolmen) left. Daniel pulled me aside and whispered, “Be more careful, Sam. This isn’t a game, and these sorts of shenanigans will follow you for decades.”
“They were hurting Gerry,” I reiterated. “I wasn’t playing ar—”
He held up a finger, silencing me. “I’m not saying you can’t defend your girlfriend. I’m saying you were lucky this time. The veil’s explanation fell this side of the law. Next time, it might not. Say, for example, next time you aren’t being electrocuted. The only other way the veil could explain you knocking a full-grown man off his feet would be if you had a weapon like a crowbar, in which case you’d be charged with premeditated aggravated assault.”
I hadn’t been aware of that. “The veil will make up a crime?”
“The veil will take what you did and adapt it to what the humans will believe. Most times, it won’t involve a criminal action, but in this instance—you. Hurt. Him.” He poked me in the shoulder to reiterate each of those three words. “You hospitalised him, and there aren’t many explanations that don’t involve premeditation. I’m just saying, from now on, be careful.”
“Do you know why I have Kulon and his brothers with me?”
Daniel nodded. “Yes … and quite frankly, having Grandad's temper in a hybrid is fucking terrifying. They aren’t here to protect you. They’re here to protect the world from you.”
“I took a pill,” I insisted, determined to defend my actions. “I didn’t strike out at that man because I was losing it. I didn’t even kick the one that was hurting me.”
“I heard, and kudos to you for pre-empting that situation. I’ve heard you’re not a big fan of pills, so thank you for putting your bias aside for the sake of the world.”
I squinted at him. “Dude, I can’t tell if you’re being serious or yanking my chain.”
His amused smirk didn’t help. “I think we can both agree we like the world the way it is.”
“How did you know to come? Do you have like a built-in family trouble radar or something?” It was as close as I could go to asking what his innate was in public.
“Rubin reached out to Mom, who contacted me.”
“I thought with your bracelet on, you couldn’t use your telepathy.”
“I can’t, but Mom’s The Weaver, and there’s not a piece of jewellery in the world that she can’t punch straight through when she wants to.”
“That’s gotta be handy.”
“You have no idea.”
I leaned closer to him. “Can I ask you a personal and very family-related question?”
Daniel did a quick pan of the room. “Make it quick.”
“If the rest of us are innately tied to our parents, where would yours start with your mother being who she is?”
“That’s easy. Mom and her grandfathers are at the top of the food chain, and all their kids are the starting point of any innate flow. From the stories I’ve heard about my grandfather’s dad, it’s just as well. Mean, evil and crazy are just three words I’ve heard to describe him.”
I stared at him in disbelief. “Wait, so as Lady Col’s son, your innate can be anything you want it to be?”
His wry grin and matching eye-waggle were really annoying.
“Well, you suck.”
His accompanying chuckle was just plain evil. “I’ll see you around, kiddo.” He then paused and reached over to muss up my hair before I could stop him. “In the meantime, try and stay out of trouble.”
I ducked and batted his offending hand away, but the damage to my ego was already done, and he walked away, chuckling. “Jerk,” I whispered in good humour after him. I raked my fingers through my hair to knock it back into place and headed back to Gerry, who met me halfway.
“Everything okay?” she asked, sliding back into her favourite spot on my left side with her hand hooked around my waist.
“Yeah. Daniel just needed me to understand a few things. But what was with you and that cop’s business card?”
“Apart from the fact that she was a woman giving you her phone number, she was working you for information, honey bear. I wasn’t sure when I first saw her hand it over, but watching her once we got back, I knew she had.” She turned and kissed my cheek. “You’re too trusting for your own good. You treat everyone like your friend until they give you a reason not to.”
“How is that a bad way to be?”
“Before, when you had nothing people wanted, it was a perfect way to be. Now, you have what others want, and they’ll often become your best friends to gain access to it, whether it’s your money, your name, or, in this case, your take on what happened here. Not everyone who comes across as a friend actually means it.”
I felt my ire rise. “Do you still have that card?” Because I knew exactly what I was going to do with it. She dug into her pocket and produced the card, and after taking it from her, I turned to Kulon. “Wanna ash this for me?” I asked, holding it up for him between two fingers.
He grinned and took the card, cupping it against one hand. Then, with his back to Mr Portsmith and his people, he released a pursed-lipped breath (that under normal circumstances would’ve been used to blow out a candle) to breathe a stream of intense fire like a blowtorch directly into his palm. The card ignited and immediately curled into ash that stayed in his completely unharmed hand.
It was over in an instant, and he pocketed the remains with a cheeky wink at Geraldine.
Looking at her, I realised her mouth had fallen open in shock, and her eyes were crazy wide. “Welcome to the insanity of the rest of your life with me,” I whispered as I kissed her hair and cuddled her, hoping that would be the case.
“Are you burning something over here?!” Tucker demanded, rushing towards us.
“Nope,” I answered, popping the ‘p’ for it was already a done deal, not an ongoing one. “But we’re pretty much done here. Was there anything else you wanted to talk to Geraldine about before we go?”
Tucker blinked. “W-We haven’t … I mean, breakfast is still upstairs,” he stammered.
The other guy in a suit chuckled, and when Tucker looked back at him in annoyance, his smile grew, and he gestured at me. “This is who you once described to me as ‘that shy boy from school who’s dating Geraldine’, Tuck?” His eyebrow arched up in mockery. “Really?”
Tuck … so, he was a friend, not just a business associate. They looked about the same age too, though that didn’t necessarily carve that in stone.
“In my defence, Julian, he’s changed a lot in recent times.”
I had?
Personally, I couldn’t see it.
* * *
((All comments welcome. Good or bad, I’d love to hear your thoughts 🥰🤗))
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[Previous Chapter] [The Beginning] [Patreon+2]
Sunday
By the time we re-entered the conference room, everyone was back up on their feet, and more men in suits had arrived. From the way Detective Douche was doing everything but crushing the toe of his shoe into the ground, things weren’t going the way he wanted. Daniel simply looked bored.
Well, that made two of us.
The officer broke away from us and rejoined her colleagues, where she started talking to them in a lowered voice. Douche and Daniel noticed them as well, and they headed over that way to join in. I had no idea what they found so riveting, but Gerry was tugging me towards her father, so we moved in the other direction towards them.
“Did you talk to the police?” the little, older man with wire-rimmed glasses demanded, and I immediately arched my eyebrow at him.
“I went to the bathroom,” Geraldine insisted.
But the man’s eyes were on me. “Did she give you her card? Tell you to call her later?”
I was suddenly fed up to the back teeth with all of it. “If you must know, she asked me to set her up with my older brother the next time he’s in town. I told her he was based out of the country, but she gave me her card anyway. We talked about things for maybe three minutes while Gerry and Kulon were in the bathroom.”
“You sent Kulon in, leaving yourself vulnerable?” Tucker asked.
“I will always protect Geraldine ahead of myself.” I cuddled her close and kissed her hair before adding, “She’s mine to protect.” I looked back at the officers huddled together. “And besides, who’d make a move on me with this much blue on the scene?”
Daniel broke away from the group and came over to me. “They want to charge someone with assault since injuries did occur, but the way it’s panning out, that’ll only happen if they can convince you to press charges against the man who tasered you since your kick was in defence of Miss Portsmith first.” He paused. “You don’t, do you?” I shook my head, and he smirked. “I told them that would be your answer. And with the rest of it being agreed upon before the exercise started and no one else has been hurt or willing to press charges, there’s nothing more they can do…”
He paused when Douche came back, looking like he finally had something over us. “Why do you feel Miss Portsmith’s life is in danger to the point she needs her own bodyguards, Mister Portsmith?”
“He’s a concerned father,” the tiny man replied, removing his wire-framed glasses and cleaning them with a handkerchief. “Unless you plan on posing that particular question to every celebrity and dignitary who uses bodyguards for their immediate families’ safety. I myself would find that a complete waste of the city’s time, but should you choose that path, I suggest you start at the White House.” He returned his glasses to his face and blinked patiently at the detective. “Was there anything else?”
“You can’t be playing wargames in a public space…!”
“We weren’t. The room was hired for a private function, and one person exceeded the formal boundaries of that space. It’s no different to someone being thrown out a window and landing on the sidewalk, detective. The blow that sent him there came from private property after he put his hands on another without their permission. If no one’s pressing charges, you have nothing.”
Douche scowled at me. “Is this the way you really want this to go down, kid? What if next time, they try something more lethal than a Taser? Like a knife or a gun?”
Since he scowled at me sooo lovingly, I returned the favour by blinking at him like he was the world’s greatest moron.
A few minutes later, he and his uniformed sidekicks (Lucas would murder me if he heard me thinking that of patrolmen) left. Daniel pulled me aside and whispered, “Be more careful, Sam. This isn’t a game, and these sorts of shenanigans will follow you for decades.”
“They were hurting Gerry,” I reiterated. “I wasn’t playing ar—”
He held up a finger, silencing me. “I’m not saying you can’t defend your girlfriend. I’m saying you were lucky this time. The veil’s explanation fell this side of the law. Next time, it might not. Say, for example, next time you aren’t being electrocuted. The only other way the veil could explain you knocking a full-grown man off his feet would be if you had a weapon like a crowbar, in which case you’d be charged with premeditated aggravated assault.”
I hadn’t been aware of that. “The veil will make up a crime?”
“The veil will take what you did and adapt it to what the humans will believe. Most times, it won’t involve a criminal action, but in this instance—you. Hurt. Him.” He poked me in the shoulder to reiterate each of those three words. “You hospitalised him, and there aren’t many explanations that don’t involve premeditation. I’m just saying, from now on, be careful.”
“Do you know why I have Kulon and his brothers with me?”
Daniel nodded. “Yes … and quite frankly, having Grandad's temper in a hybrid is fucking terrifying. They aren’t here to protect you. They’re here to protect the world from you.”
“I took a pill,” I insisted, determined to defend my actions. “I didn’t strike out at that man because I was losing it. I didn’t even kick the one that was hurting me.”
“I heard, and kudos to you for pre-empting that situation. I’ve heard you’re not a big fan of pills, so thank you for putting your bias aside for the sake of the world.”
I squinted at him. “Dude, I can’t tell if you’re being serious or yanking my chain.”
His amused smirk didn’t help. “I think we can both agree we like the world the way it is.”
“How did you know to come? Do you have like a built-in family trouble radar or something?” It was as close as I could go to asking what his innate was in public.
“Rubin reached out to Mom, who contacted me.”
“I thought with your bracelet on, you couldn’t use your telepathy.”
“I can’t, but Mom’s The Weaver, and there’s not a piece of jewellery in the world that she can’t punch straight through when she wants to.”
“That’s gotta be handy.”
“You have no idea.”
I leaned closer to him. “Can I ask you a personal and very family-related question?”
Daniel did a quick pan of the room. “Make it quick.”
“If the rest of us are innately tied to our parents, where would yours start with your mother being who she is?”
“That’s easy. Mom and her grandfathers are at the top of the food chain, and all their kids are the starting point of any innate flow. From the stories I’ve heard about my grandfather’s dad, it’s just as well. Mean, evil and crazy are just three words I’ve heard to describe him.”
I stared at him in disbelief. “Wait, so as Lady Col’s son, your innate can be anything you want it to be?”
His wry grin and matching eye-waggle were really annoying.
“Well, you suck.”
His accompanying chuckle was just plain evil. “I’ll see you around, kiddo.” He then paused and reached over to muss up my hair before I could stop him. “In the meantime, try and stay out of trouble.”
I ducked and batted his offending hand away, but the damage to my ego was already done, and he walked away, chuckling. “Jerk,” I whispered in good humour after him. I raked my fingers through my hair to knock it back into place and headed back to Gerry, who met me halfway.
“Everything okay?” she asked, sliding back into her favourite spot on my left side with her hand hooked around my waist.
“Yeah. Daniel just needed me to understand a few things. But what was with you and that cop’s business card?”
“Apart from the fact that she was a woman giving you her phone number, she was working you for information, honey bear. I wasn’t sure when I first saw her hand it over, but watching her once we got back, I knew she had.” She turned and kissed my cheek. “You’re too trusting for your own good. You treat everyone like your friend until they give you a reason not to.”
“How is that a bad way to be?”
“Before, when you had nothing people wanted, it was a perfect way to be. Now, you have what others want, and they’ll often become your best friends to gain access to it, whether it’s your money, your name, or, in this case, your take on what happened here. Not everyone who comes across as a friend actually means it.”
I felt my ire rise. “Do you still have that card?” Because I knew exactly what I was going to do with it. She dug into her pocket and produced the card, and after taking it from her, I turned to Kulon. “Wanna ash this for me?” I asked, holding it up for him between two fingers.
He grinned and took the card, cupping it against one hand. Then, with his back to Mr Portsmith and his people, he released a pursed-lipped breath (that under normal circumstances would’ve been used to blow out a candle) to breathe a stream of intense fire like a blowtorch directly into his palm. The card ignited and immediately curled into ash that stayed in his completely unharmed hand.
It was over in an instant, and he pocketed the remains with a cheeky wink at Geraldine.
Looking at her, I realised her mouth had fallen open in shock, and her eyes were crazy wide. “Welcome to the insanity of the rest of your life with me,” I whispered as I kissed her hair and cuddled her, hoping that would be the case.
“Are you burning something over here?!” Tucker demanded, rushing towards us.
“Nope,” I answered, popping the ‘p’ for it was already a done deal, not an ongoing one. “But we’re pretty much done here. Was there anything else you wanted to talk to Geraldine about before we go?”
Tucker blinked. “W-We haven’t … I mean, breakfast is still upstairs,” he stammered.
The other guy in a suit chuckled, and when Tucker looked back at him in annoyance, his smile grew, and he gestured at me. “This is who you once described to me as ‘that shy boy from school who’s dating Geraldine’, Tuck?” His eyebrow arched up in mockery. “Really?”
Tuck … so, he was a friend, not just a business associate. They looked about the same age too, though that didn’t necessarily carve that in stone.
“In my defence, Julian, he’s changed a lot in recent times.”
I had?
Personally, I couldn’t see it.
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