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THE DEEP NORTH! a post ashlands discussion
2024.05.16 19:09 BROKEN_B0NEZ THE DEEP NORTH! a post ashlands discussion
i recognise that the ashlands has just released, but my interest since the start of the game has and always will be the deep north because of how i play the game
In every world ive ever played in, i make my way to the deep north to create a castle spanning 1/4 to 1/3 of the biome, it is an understatement to call these builds a gargantuan undertaking, but i love them a feature of all of these builds are wolves and trapped fenrings or ulvs the mountains is my favourite biome, i loved the caves, i loved the fenrings and ulvs, the cultists, farming for the fenris claws, and the fenris set which is still my main set with the mountains being my favourite biome, for me the deep north is going to be "the mountains 2" and i simply cant contain my excitement and need to speculate
with that out of the way i suppose i should clarify this will be a rambly post, as i said im very excited about this update specifically so i apologise in advance, i will condense my thoughts at the bottom of the post
getting right into it, the biome boss. i have a few ideas for this one, whilst i can see a frost giant being the biome boss, i could also see arguments for nidhogg or even fenrir himself. if i could choose based on my bias, id pick fenrir, but i also believe there would be no better suited biome boss than him in the mountains one of the unique mobs is of course, the cultists, the ulvs and the fenring, all quite clearly in reference to fenris, whilst the north could take a completely different approach, maybe more towards frost giants, i think building off of the fenris idea would allow for so much more creativity
building off of the fenris world boss idea, we could have tameable, rideable dire wolves (if this isnt the angle they take so help me god with my own two hands i will mod this into existence, even if its as crude as simply making a normal wolf bigger, i will have this) i would love the whole, fenrir cult thing to be expanded upon too because i feel like were just glossing over the fact that in this purgatory world theres just casually a cult that worships fenris?
we could see the heavy armor set take up a wolf like theme, similar to what people have done in mods, we could see a new mage weapon that transforms you into an ulv or a fenring or a cultist- you get the idea here, you become the monster and control it for a set time, or perhaps until you "die", wherein youd be reverted back to your human state?
we could see an expansion on the whole archetype that the fenris claws brought forward, because whilst they are a fist weapon so that they have the unique interaction with the fenris set, they are actually daggers. my only complaint is that the heavy attack for the fenris claws is a kick? id like to see a new "fist" weapon or maybe the devs actually leaning into fist weapons like gauntlets at some point, because for right now the only fist weapon is the fenrir claws
i have too many thoughts and ideas for this update surrounding fenris and frost giants, to condense my thoughts;
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In every world ive ever played in, i make my way to the deep north to create a castle spanning 1/4 to 1/3 of the biome, it is an understatement to call these builds a gargantuan undertaking, but i love them a feature of all of these builds are wolves and trapped fenrings or ulvs the mountains is my favourite biome, i loved the caves, i loved the fenrings and ulvs, the cultists, farming for the fenris claws, and the fenris set which is still my main set with the mountains being my favourite biome, for me the deep north is going to be "the mountains 2" and i simply cant contain my excitement and need to speculate
with that out of the way i suppose i should clarify this will be a rambly post, as i said im very excited about this update specifically so i apologise in advance, i will condense my thoughts at the bottom of the post
getting right into it, the biome boss. i have a few ideas for this one, whilst i can see a frost giant being the biome boss, i could also see arguments for nidhogg or even fenrir himself. if i could choose based on my bias, id pick fenrir, but i also believe there would be no better suited biome boss than him in the mountains one of the unique mobs is of course, the cultists, the ulvs and the fenring, all quite clearly in reference to fenris, whilst the north could take a completely different approach, maybe more towards frost giants, i think building off of the fenris idea would allow for so much more creativity
building off of the fenris world boss idea, we could have tameable, rideable dire wolves (if this isnt the angle they take so help me god with my own two hands i will mod this into existence, even if its as crude as simply making a normal wolf bigger, i will have this) i would love the whole, fenrir cult thing to be expanded upon too because i feel like were just glossing over the fact that in this purgatory world theres just casually a cult that worships fenris?
we could see the heavy armor set take up a wolf like theme, similar to what people have done in mods, we could see a new mage weapon that transforms you into an ulv or a fenring or a cultist- you get the idea here, you become the monster and control it for a set time, or perhaps until you "die", wherein youd be reverted back to your human state?
we could see an expansion on the whole archetype that the fenris claws brought forward, because whilst they are a fist weapon so that they have the unique interaction with the fenris set, they are actually daggers. my only complaint is that the heavy attack for the fenris claws is a kick? id like to see a new "fist" weapon or maybe the devs actually leaning into fist weapons like gauntlets at some point, because for right now the only fist weapon is the fenrir claws
i have too many thoughts and ideas for this update surrounding fenris and frost giants, to condense my thoughts;
- fenris world boss
- expansion on the fenris cult
- expansion on fist weapons
- tameable, rideable dire wolf (PLEASE)
- mage weapon that turns you into a cultist or maybe even that suped up cultist from hildrs request
- "heavy" fenris set that gives you +10-15 fist skill or dagger skill with a unique weapon that when paired with the set, hits noticeably harder, i want to feel how i did when i first donned a full set of fenris armor with the claws
- at least some type of nod to frost giants
- some form of "secret" similar to the abyssal weapons or the new secret in ashlands, something similar to the fenris set in the mountains that you could miss if you dont look hard enough
2024.05.16 19:09 PeerRevue Data & Society: AI Governance Needs Sociotechnical Expertise [May 15, 2024]
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2024.05.16 19:08 squirtle070707 Canadian Jobs
I'm 25 and I can say that the people aging between 40-60 years are doomed in Canada. The mass immigration of students aged younger than these people, are with more energy, more time and are ready to work with full potential at a bare minimum wage in hope of once making it big in canada.
Replacement of these 40-60 years old fellow canadians are happening for which they might never find a job for which they can survive as these minimum wages won't take care of their mortgage itself. Canada has betrayed its population for cash cows who have been sold a false Canadian dream. Neither of the age class will benefit from this. Saving $10000 per year is very difficult in this economy, and these students will not even recover the amount they have invested even if they work for 10 years.
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Replacement of these 40-60 years old fellow canadians are happening for which they might never find a job for which they can survive as these minimum wages won't take care of their mortgage itself. Canada has betrayed its population for cash cows who have been sold a false Canadian dream. Neither of the age class will benefit from this. Saving $10000 per year is very difficult in this economy, and these students will not even recover the amount they have invested even if they work for 10 years.
2024.05.16 19:08 Intern-Entire First 4 chapters
This is the first time I have written some chapters. I'm not a native English speaker but I did my best. If someone can give me some pointers or help I would immensely appreciate it! It's a bit of sci-fi, if you are into it let me know. If not, that's cool too.
Thx in advance!
Chapter 1: The farm
Hagr stood at the edge of the farm, his gaze fixed on the vast expanse of Zandarius stretching out before him. The sky above was a canvas of swirling purples and blues, streaked with the faint glow of distant stars. A cool breeze whispered through the air, carrying with it the enticing scent of Heyla flowers.
With a sigh, Hagr set down his mechanic wheelbarrow, the last of his chores for the day completed. He began to make his way back towards the farm, his footsteps crunching softly against the rocky terrain. As he passed through the pink and green garden, the aroma of his mother's porridge drifted towards him, tempting his hunger.
Despite eating the same meal every day, Hagr's stomach grumbled with anticipation. The suuka porridge was all he needed right now, its warm, comforting embrace promising to chase away the chill of the evening.
Arriving at the farm, Hagr took in the familiar sight of their plascrete igloo. Half of the structure was comprised of little octagon windows, through which the warm glow of a fire emanated from the chimney. It was home, humble yet comforting in its simplicity.
Entering the igloo, Hagr found his mother, Altha, bustling about the kitchen, preparing dinner. "Hagr, dear, could you set the table?" she called out, her voice gentle yet firm. Hagr nodded, a small smile playing at his lips as he arranged the mismatched dishes in their usual places. Each plate was different, yet they always ended up in the same spot, a testament to the routines of their daily life.
Once the table was set, Hagr ignited the moonlamp, casting a soft yellow glow across the igloo walls. Altha emerged from the kitchen, carrying a steaming pot of suuka porridge. "Careful, Hagr," she warned, as she placed the pot on the table. "It's hot." Hagr nodded as he heard this many times before, his mouth watering at the sight and smell of the hearty meal before him. They ate in silence, the only sound the clinking of spoons against bowls as they savored each mouthful.
After a moment, Hagr broke the silence, his voice tinged with curiosity. "Do you ever wonder what's beyond Zandarius, Mumu?" he asked. Altha hesitated, her expression guarded. "I don't know, Hagr," she replied softly. "But we have everything we need right here on the farm." Though disappointed by her response, Hagr nodded in understanding. Perhaps someday they would have the chance to explore together. Altha caught his eye and winked, a small glimmer of hope in her gaze.
As they finished their meal, Hagr and Altha moved to the small kitchen area to wash the dishes. The kitchen was cluttered yet cozy, with shelves overflowing with pots, pans, and utensils. Beyond the kitchen, the interior of the igloo was a snug retreat from the harshness of the outside world. A small cupboard, crafted from Zandarius rare Bennam wood, stood in one corner, its doors closed tight to conceal its overflowing contents. Nearby, a plush couch with pillows offered a comfortable spot to relax after a long day's work. Opposite the couch, a large hammock hung from the ceiling. Above it, a smaller hammock swayed gently in the breeze, providing a cozy nest for Hagr during the night. Every inch of space was utilized to its fullest, creating a sense of warmth and intimacy within the cramped confines of the igloo.
As the hour grew late, Altha reminded Hagr of their upcoming journey to Kihar. With a yawn, Hagr climbed into his hammock, gazing up at the stars through the little octagon windows above. "Goodnight, Hagr," Altha whispered, her voice soft in the quiet of the night. "Goodnight, Mumu," Hagr replied, his eyes closing as sleep overtook him. And with that, he drifted off, thoughts of tomorrow's journey fading into the comforting embrace of dreams.
Chapter 2: The trip
Hagr awoke to the gentle light filtering through the little octagon windows of their igloo. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he glanced around and noticed that his mother's hammock was empty. Mu-mu?" he called out, but there was no response.
Curiosity piqued, Hagr peered outside and spotted his mother tending to the kikkamoos, their pig-like creatures with reptilian legs and Fluffy tails. With a swift motion, he leaped out of bed, his movements practiced from years of experience. After quickly dressing himself, he hurried outside, calling out to his mother. "Altha!" he yelled, using her full name in his urgency. His mother turned towards him with a warm smile. "Haggie!" she called back, using his pet name.
Hagr wasted no time and dashed off to fetch Tsjoopa, their trusty mechanical unicycle cart already loaded with goods for trade. As he returned with the cart, he found his mother waiting back at the farm. "Ready to go, Hagr?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Absolutely!" Hagr exclaimed, brimming with energy. And so, they set off on their journey to Kihar, the nearest town for trading.
The road ahead seemed endless, traversing through vast and barren plains broken only by occasional patches of vegetation. Sparse woods flanked the roadside, offering concealment but little wildlife, a testament to Zandarius' unforgiving environment.
After a few hours of travel, they finally reached a landmark known as the Sharp Knives, a crossroad marked by sharp rocks jutting out of the ground. "We’re here, the Sharp Knives," Altha remarked, her gaze sweeping over the rugged terrain. "We're halfway there, Hagr." Hagr nodded, his eyes scanning the horizon. "Already? Time flies when you're in good company." A mischievous glint sparkled in Altha's eyes as she reached into the cart. "Speaking of good company, I brought something special for our halfway mark." Hagr's interest was piqued. "What is it?" With a dramatic flourish, Altha revealed a small container of sosuuka, a sweeter version of yesterday's porridge. "Sosuuka!" Hagr exclaimed, trying to sound enthusiastic despite his familiarity with the dish. Altha chuckled at his feigned excitement. "I thought it might be a nice treat for our journey." Hagr grinned, playing along. "Absolutely! Thanks, best mumu on Zandarius." Lost in thought, Altha gazed into the distance, her attention drawn to the gathering ominous clouds on the horizon, a harbinger of stormy weather to come. "We might have some rough weather ahead," Altha remarked, her voice tinged with concern. Hagr glanced up at the darkening sky. "Should we stop and wait it out?" Altha shook her head. "We need to keep moving. We can't afford to delay our journey." Guess we'll have to save the view for another time," Hagr sighed, reluctantly agreeing with Altha's decision, while she nodded in understanding. "But, after all," Hagr declared, puffing out his chest with a hint of pride, "at ten years old, I'm practically a grown man! I can handle anything, even eating sosuuka on the way without spilling a drop." Altha burst into laughter at his boast. "Sosuuka without spilling? I'd sooner believe kikkamoos could fly!" Hagr joined in her laughter, the sound echoing across the desolate landscape as they continued on their journey to Kihar.
Chapter 3: Arrival in Kihar
As Hagr and Altha approached Kihar, the plascrete town sprawled out before them, its streets winding like intricate mazes through the heart of the city. In stark contrast to the barren landscape of Zandarius, Kihar was a vibrant tapestry of life, with lush vegetation adorning every corner. Hagr’s eyes roamed over the cityscape, taking in the sight of the bustling alleys and the constant mist of smoke that hung in the air. Despite having visited many times before, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe at the bustling energy of the tradetown.
As they ventured deeper into the heart of the city, the tantalizing aroma of food mingled with the sounds of chatter and laughter, tempting Hagr's senses and reminding him of the porridge-filled days back on their farm. Finally, they reached the local market, a bustling hub of activity where traders hawked their wares amidst the thick scent of spices and exotic foods. "First stop, Old Taramor's," Altha announced, her voice carrying above the din of the market. Hagr's thoughts drifted to Taramor, the old, grumpy trader who had been a fixture in Kihar for as long as he could remember. Despite his rough exterior, Taramor was one of the few honest traders left in the city, and Hagr had always respected him for it. "Sounds good to me," Hagr replied, his tone positive.
As they approached Old Taramor’s, Altha hopped off the Tsjoopa and turned to Hagr. "Hagr, could you fetch a crate of Heyla bottles from the back of the cart?" she asked. Hagr nodded silently, already moving to comply.
Entering the shop, they found Taramor snoozing behind his counter, the cluttered shelves and dusty displays a testament to his lack of care for his surroundings. Altha hesitated, reluctant to disturb the old trader, but time was of the essence. "Taramor," she whispered, her voice barely audible. No response. Again a bit louder this time “Taramor”. Still no response. Growing impatient, Hagr couldn't help but raise his voice. "Taramor!" Startled awake, Taramor shot upright, his eyes wide with surprise. "What the hell's going on?" he grumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Oh, it's just you two," he muttered, recognizing Altha and Hagr. Altha gestured to Hagr to take a look around while she spoke with Taramor. Hagr nodded and wandered through the cluttered shelves, his curiosity piqued by the assortment of strange and exotic items on display. In the background, a television played the news, the volume turned low but still audible. A news reporter's voice cut through the air, reporting on the recent assassination of a high-ranking official. The military had already neutralized one suspect, but two others were still at large. The camera footage showed two figures cloaked in dark red and black, their faces obscured. Zooming in on one of the suspects, the reporter noted a tattoo of a three-headed monster on their neck, linking them to the notorious syndicate known as the Three-Headed Beast. "People are urged to remain vigilant," the reporter concluded, "and to report any sightings of the suspects to the authorities." "Hagr," Altha called out, pulling him from his thoughts. Quickly, he set down a strange-looking coffee maker he had been inspecting and hurried over to join them.
Outside, Hagr turned to his mother, concern etched on his face. "How did the trade go?" Altha hesitated before answering, her tone guarded. "It wasn't as successful as we had hoped, but we'll manage." Trying to sound confident, Hagr responded, "No need to worry, Mumu. We'll make it work."
As they made their way back through the bustling market, Hagr glanced at his mother. " Can we get some Uja skewers now?" Altha smiled warmly. "Absolutely, Hagr. Let’s grab some delicious Uja," she said, turning on their trusty, albeit rusty, Tsjoopa.
Chapter 4: Best place is home
As Altha and Hagr made their way home in the fading light, a bird soared above them, its silhouette dark against the dusky sky. They were nearing their farmstead, the exhausting trip almost at an end. Hagr turned to Altha, his curiosity piqued. “What is coffee?” he asked, stumbling over the unfamiliar word. Altha pondered for a moment before responding, “I’ve heard of it. It’s some sort of black drink. Similar to Puggatree juice, they say, it gives you energy.” Hagr wrinkled his nose in distaste. He had never been fond of Puggatree juice, finding its thick texture and slimy consistency unappealing. With a shake of his head, he decided he didn’t want to try coffee after all.
As they chatted, unaware of the figure watching them from afar, the landscape growing darker with each passing moment, they finally arrived at the farm.
Altha unloaded the traded goods from the Tsjoopa, and with a nod to Hagr, she motioned for him to stow it away in the barn. Hagr complied, placing the Tsjoopa in the barn, where sturdy plascrete walls and reinforced wooden beams protected it from the harsh winds. With the task done, he made his way back to the igloo. As he approached, he noticed that the interior was unusually dark, the comforting glow of the moonlamp absent. With a sense of unease gnawing at him, he entered cautiously.
To his horror, he found himself face to face with a cloaked figure in dark black and red, his alien eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. Before he could react, he spotted his mother on the floor, tears streaming down her face, with another figure standing over her, a scarred human face, and a sinister three-headed beast tattoo on his neck. “Mumu!” Hagr screamed in terror. The figure with glowing eyes uttered incomprehensible words, while the scarred man cursed, "We can't leave any witnesses, Deskva.” Altha whispered urgently, "Hagr, stay calm. Everything will be fine." Hagr looked at his mother in disbelief, his heart pounding in his chest. "What's going to happen?" his voice trembled with fear. The scarred human scoffed, "We can sell the boy on the black market, but the woman? She's too old to bother selling. Not worth the hassle, Des." With brute force, Deskva grabbed Hagr, who fought against his captor with all his might. "Please, let me go!" Hagr pleaded, his voice desperate as he struggled against Deskva's grip. As Hagr cast a desperate glance at his mother, tears welling in his eyes, the scarred man turned his attention to Altha, deeming her of no value. Without hesitation, he drew his pistol, aimed, and fired, the shot piercing through Altha’s skull with a sickening thud echoing through the silent igloo. Hagr’s world shattered as he watched his mother fall, tears blurring his vision, bile rising in his throat. Before he could comprehend what was happening, a brutal blow to his head sent him spiraling into darkness.
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Thx in advance!
Chapter 1: The farm
Hagr stood at the edge of the farm, his gaze fixed on the vast expanse of Zandarius stretching out before him. The sky above was a canvas of swirling purples and blues, streaked with the faint glow of distant stars. A cool breeze whispered through the air, carrying with it the enticing scent of Heyla flowers.
With a sigh, Hagr set down his mechanic wheelbarrow, the last of his chores for the day completed. He began to make his way back towards the farm, his footsteps crunching softly against the rocky terrain. As he passed through the pink and green garden, the aroma of his mother's porridge drifted towards him, tempting his hunger.
Despite eating the same meal every day, Hagr's stomach grumbled with anticipation. The suuka porridge was all he needed right now, its warm, comforting embrace promising to chase away the chill of the evening.
Arriving at the farm, Hagr took in the familiar sight of their plascrete igloo. Half of the structure was comprised of little octagon windows, through which the warm glow of a fire emanated from the chimney. It was home, humble yet comforting in its simplicity.
Entering the igloo, Hagr found his mother, Altha, bustling about the kitchen, preparing dinner. "Hagr, dear, could you set the table?" she called out, her voice gentle yet firm. Hagr nodded, a small smile playing at his lips as he arranged the mismatched dishes in their usual places. Each plate was different, yet they always ended up in the same spot, a testament to the routines of their daily life.
Once the table was set, Hagr ignited the moonlamp, casting a soft yellow glow across the igloo walls. Altha emerged from the kitchen, carrying a steaming pot of suuka porridge. "Careful, Hagr," she warned, as she placed the pot on the table. "It's hot." Hagr nodded as he heard this many times before, his mouth watering at the sight and smell of the hearty meal before him. They ate in silence, the only sound the clinking of spoons against bowls as they savored each mouthful.
After a moment, Hagr broke the silence, his voice tinged with curiosity. "Do you ever wonder what's beyond Zandarius, Mumu?" he asked. Altha hesitated, her expression guarded. "I don't know, Hagr," she replied softly. "But we have everything we need right here on the farm." Though disappointed by her response, Hagr nodded in understanding. Perhaps someday they would have the chance to explore together. Altha caught his eye and winked, a small glimmer of hope in her gaze.
As they finished their meal, Hagr and Altha moved to the small kitchen area to wash the dishes. The kitchen was cluttered yet cozy, with shelves overflowing with pots, pans, and utensils. Beyond the kitchen, the interior of the igloo was a snug retreat from the harshness of the outside world. A small cupboard, crafted from Zandarius rare Bennam wood, stood in one corner, its doors closed tight to conceal its overflowing contents. Nearby, a plush couch with pillows offered a comfortable spot to relax after a long day's work. Opposite the couch, a large hammock hung from the ceiling. Above it, a smaller hammock swayed gently in the breeze, providing a cozy nest for Hagr during the night. Every inch of space was utilized to its fullest, creating a sense of warmth and intimacy within the cramped confines of the igloo.
As the hour grew late, Altha reminded Hagr of their upcoming journey to Kihar. With a yawn, Hagr climbed into his hammock, gazing up at the stars through the little octagon windows above. "Goodnight, Hagr," Altha whispered, her voice soft in the quiet of the night. "Goodnight, Mumu," Hagr replied, his eyes closing as sleep overtook him. And with that, he drifted off, thoughts of tomorrow's journey fading into the comforting embrace of dreams.
Hagr awoke to the gentle light filtering through the little octagon windows of their igloo. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he glanced around and noticed that his mother's hammock was empty. Mu-mu?" he called out, but there was no response.
Curiosity piqued, Hagr peered outside and spotted his mother tending to the kikkamoos, their pig-like creatures with reptilian legs and Fluffy tails. With a swift motion, he leaped out of bed, his movements practiced from years of experience. After quickly dressing himself, he hurried outside, calling out to his mother. "Altha!" he yelled, using her full name in his urgency. His mother turned towards him with a warm smile. "Haggie!" she called back, using his pet name.
Hagr wasted no time and dashed off to fetch Tsjoopa, their trusty mechanical unicycle cart already loaded with goods for trade. As he returned with the cart, he found his mother waiting back at the farm. "Ready to go, Hagr?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Absolutely!" Hagr exclaimed, brimming with energy. And so, they set off on their journey to Kihar, the nearest town for trading.
The road ahead seemed endless, traversing through vast and barren plains broken only by occasional patches of vegetation. Sparse woods flanked the roadside, offering concealment but little wildlife, a testament to Zandarius' unforgiving environment.
After a few hours of travel, they finally reached a landmark known as the Sharp Knives, a crossroad marked by sharp rocks jutting out of the ground. "We’re here, the Sharp Knives," Altha remarked, her gaze sweeping over the rugged terrain. "We're halfway there, Hagr." Hagr nodded, his eyes scanning the horizon. "Already? Time flies when you're in good company." A mischievous glint sparkled in Altha's eyes as she reached into the cart. "Speaking of good company, I brought something special for our halfway mark." Hagr's interest was piqued. "What is it?" With a dramatic flourish, Altha revealed a small container of sosuuka, a sweeter version of yesterday's porridge. "Sosuuka!" Hagr exclaimed, trying to sound enthusiastic despite his familiarity with the dish. Altha chuckled at his feigned excitement. "I thought it might be a nice treat for our journey." Hagr grinned, playing along. "Absolutely! Thanks, best mumu on Zandarius." Lost in thought, Altha gazed into the distance, her attention drawn to the gathering ominous clouds on the horizon, a harbinger of stormy weather to come. "We might have some rough weather ahead," Altha remarked, her voice tinged with concern. Hagr glanced up at the darkening sky. "Should we stop and wait it out?" Altha shook her head. "We need to keep moving. We can't afford to delay our journey." Guess we'll have to save the view for another time," Hagr sighed, reluctantly agreeing with Altha's decision, while she nodded in understanding. "But, after all," Hagr declared, puffing out his chest with a hint of pride, "at ten years old, I'm practically a grown man! I can handle anything, even eating sosuuka on the way without spilling a drop." Altha burst into laughter at his boast. "Sosuuka without spilling? I'd sooner believe kikkamoos could fly!" Hagr joined in her laughter, the sound echoing across the desolate landscape as they continued on their journey to Kihar.
As Hagr and Altha approached Kihar, the plascrete town sprawled out before them, its streets winding like intricate mazes through the heart of the city. In stark contrast to the barren landscape of Zandarius, Kihar was a vibrant tapestry of life, with lush vegetation adorning every corner. Hagr’s eyes roamed over the cityscape, taking in the sight of the bustling alleys and the constant mist of smoke that hung in the air. Despite having visited many times before, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe at the bustling energy of the tradetown.
As they ventured deeper into the heart of the city, the tantalizing aroma of food mingled with the sounds of chatter and laughter, tempting Hagr's senses and reminding him of the porridge-filled days back on their farm. Finally, they reached the local market, a bustling hub of activity where traders hawked their wares amidst the thick scent of spices and exotic foods. "First stop, Old Taramor's," Altha announced, her voice carrying above the din of the market. Hagr's thoughts drifted to Taramor, the old, grumpy trader who had been a fixture in Kihar for as long as he could remember. Despite his rough exterior, Taramor was one of the few honest traders left in the city, and Hagr had always respected him for it. "Sounds good to me," Hagr replied, his tone positive.
As they approached Old Taramor’s, Altha hopped off the Tsjoopa and turned to Hagr. "Hagr, could you fetch a crate of Heyla bottles from the back of the cart?" she asked. Hagr nodded silently, already moving to comply.
Entering the shop, they found Taramor snoozing behind his counter, the cluttered shelves and dusty displays a testament to his lack of care for his surroundings. Altha hesitated, reluctant to disturb the old trader, but time was of the essence. "Taramor," she whispered, her voice barely audible. No response. Again a bit louder this time “Taramor”. Still no response. Growing impatient, Hagr couldn't help but raise his voice. "Taramor!" Startled awake, Taramor shot upright, his eyes wide with surprise. "What the hell's going on?" he grumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Oh, it's just you two," he muttered, recognizing Altha and Hagr. Altha gestured to Hagr to take a look around while she spoke with Taramor. Hagr nodded and wandered through the cluttered shelves, his curiosity piqued by the assortment of strange and exotic items on display. In the background, a television played the news, the volume turned low but still audible. A news reporter's voice cut through the air, reporting on the recent assassination of a high-ranking official. The military had already neutralized one suspect, but two others were still at large. The camera footage showed two figures cloaked in dark red and black, their faces obscured. Zooming in on one of the suspects, the reporter noted a tattoo of a three-headed monster on their neck, linking them to the notorious syndicate known as the Three-Headed Beast. "People are urged to remain vigilant," the reporter concluded, "and to report any sightings of the suspects to the authorities." "Hagr," Altha called out, pulling him from his thoughts. Quickly, he set down a strange-looking coffee maker he had been inspecting and hurried over to join them.
Outside, Hagr turned to his mother, concern etched on his face. "How did the trade go?" Altha hesitated before answering, her tone guarded. "It wasn't as successful as we had hoped, but we'll manage." Trying to sound confident, Hagr responded, "No need to worry, Mumu. We'll make it work."
As they made their way back through the bustling market, Hagr glanced at his mother. " Can we get some Uja skewers now?" Altha smiled warmly. "Absolutely, Hagr. Let’s grab some delicious Uja," she said, turning on their trusty, albeit rusty, Tsjoopa.
As Altha and Hagr made their way home in the fading light, a bird soared above them, its silhouette dark against the dusky sky. They were nearing their farmstead, the exhausting trip almost at an end. Hagr turned to Altha, his curiosity piqued. “What is coffee?” he asked, stumbling over the unfamiliar word. Altha pondered for a moment before responding, “I’ve heard of it. It’s some sort of black drink. Similar to Puggatree juice, they say, it gives you energy.” Hagr wrinkled his nose in distaste. He had never been fond of Puggatree juice, finding its thick texture and slimy consistency unappealing. With a shake of his head, he decided he didn’t want to try coffee after all.
As they chatted, unaware of the figure watching them from afar, the landscape growing darker with each passing moment, they finally arrived at the farm.
Altha unloaded the traded goods from the Tsjoopa, and with a nod to Hagr, she motioned for him to stow it away in the barn. Hagr complied, placing the Tsjoopa in the barn, where sturdy plascrete walls and reinforced wooden beams protected it from the harsh winds. With the task done, he made his way back to the igloo. As he approached, he noticed that the interior was unusually dark, the comforting glow of the moonlamp absent. With a sense of unease gnawing at him, he entered cautiously.
To his horror, he found himself face to face with a cloaked figure in dark black and red, his alien eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. Before he could react, he spotted his mother on the floor, tears streaming down her face, with another figure standing over her, a scarred human face, and a sinister three-headed beast tattoo on his neck. “Mumu!” Hagr screamed in terror. The figure with glowing eyes uttered incomprehensible words, while the scarred man cursed, "We can't leave any witnesses, Deskva.” Altha whispered urgently, "Hagr, stay calm. Everything will be fine." Hagr looked at his mother in disbelief, his heart pounding in his chest. "What's going to happen?" his voice trembled with fear. The scarred human scoffed, "We can sell the boy on the black market, but the woman? She's too old to bother selling. Not worth the hassle, Des." With brute force, Deskva grabbed Hagr, who fought against his captor with all his might. "Please, let me go!" Hagr pleaded, his voice desperate as he struggled against Deskva's grip. As Hagr cast a desperate glance at his mother, tears welling in his eyes, the scarred man turned his attention to Altha, deeming her of no value. Without hesitation, he drew his pistol, aimed, and fired, the shot piercing through Altha’s skull with a sickening thud echoing through the silent igloo. Hagr’s world shattered as he watched his mother fall, tears blurring his vision, bile rising in his throat. Before he could comprehend what was happening, a brutal blow to his head sent him spiraling into darkness.
2024.05.16 19:03 Napoleon7 Cornerstores ... and only cornerstores?
When we talk about walkability, access to goods and services and vibrant residential neighborhoods we often cite being able to go to a local cafe, mom and pop anything, bank or library branch etc completely within human scale reach of our doorstep.
Every successful city and town has this residential and commercial mix. From NY to Tokyo to Paris.
They are not superstores,sole-purpose superblocks or suburban strip malls that require things like parking structures or excess travel time. (Unless youre one of the lucky few who already live near these shopping centers,commercial strips, blvds etc..and even then those homes are often subjected to higher traffic and congestion grit and grime as part of their daily experience. )
So, if one measures being able to successfully get to a handful of businesses on foot or bike no matter where you live VS the bottleneck,rush hour, dead-outside of business hours, traditional model wouldnt this create the ultimate human scale success story?
Initiative:
If we take a standard checkerboard grid and make all corner lots something of a business (dentist, fruit and vegetable shop, doggie daycare) and all the lots between them residential that means that *everyone* benefits from *something* nearby and that whats not nearby will presumably be something you only travel to once in a while instead of ALWAYS and having to get into transit mode as your ONLY option.
Each business/shoppeclient/resident will also benefit from having at least three other businesses directly across from them in some capacity and if we do other businesses on the upper floors like they do in Japan then the potential is exponential without being overwhelming like malls and require less stops and encourage walking and variety pretty much everywhere.
So, all in all apart from obvious exceptions like hospitals, schools and railway stations etc that often require a full city block, isnt that all we really need?
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Every successful city and town has this residential and commercial mix. From NY to Tokyo to Paris.
They are not superstores,sole-purpose superblocks or suburban strip malls that require things like parking structures or excess travel time. (Unless youre one of the lucky few who already live near these shopping centers,commercial strips, blvds etc..and even then those homes are often subjected to higher traffic and congestion grit and grime as part of their daily experience. )
So, if one measures being able to successfully get to a handful of businesses on foot or bike no matter where you live VS the bottleneck,rush hour, dead-outside of business hours, traditional model wouldnt this create the ultimate human scale success story?
Initiative:
If we take a standard checkerboard grid and make all corner lots something of a business (dentist, fruit and vegetable shop, doggie daycare) and all the lots between them residential that means that *everyone* benefits from *something* nearby and that whats not nearby will presumably be something you only travel to once in a while instead of ALWAYS and having to get into transit mode as your ONLY option.
Each business/shoppeclient/resident will also benefit from having at least three other businesses directly across from them in some capacity and if we do other businesses on the upper floors like they do in Japan then the potential is exponential without being overwhelming like malls and require less stops and encourage walking and variety pretty much everywhere.
So, all in all apart from obvious exceptions like hospitals, schools and railway stations etc that often require a full city block, isnt that all we really need?
2024.05.16 18:58 Jendocide A true short tale about Witchcraft
For the first two years of highschool I went to a private christian academy and for the other two a public school, so I ended up with a very mixed friend group. One of my academy friends started dating this boy who was the son of one of the pastors. He liked to hang out with us, but he was uptight about certain things, like he thought that ouija boards actually summoned evil spirits and got genuinely angry when someone mentioned playing it. I’ve been an atheist since I was in middle school so I just found it funny that something so obviously fake freaked him out so much. On the other side, I had a friend who was into witchcraft, like, believed in casting spells and leaving “charms” under peoples lockers, and shit like that. Mostly though she was into weed and getting drunk.
At any rate, they managed to coexist without conflict for a while, I guess because they probably didn’t talk to each other much. One time while we were all hanging out at his house, smoking and listening to music, they blew up into a huge fight. I wasn’t in the room when it started so I don’t really know what it was about, but probably the obvious. I came in and they were full-on yelling, and he was telling her to leave. Before she was out the door she stopped on the threshold, turned around and recited some line she had obviously rehearsed, something like, “By lover’s lust and devil’s power, your gold will rust and milk will sour!” And obviously he freaked out and wouldn’t sit still even after she was gone. I kinda egged him on, like, “Ooh, she definitely hexed you, you better watch out.” My academy friend eventually got him to calm down (she was still religious but I don’t think she believed in evil spirits) and eventually things settled, and it seemed like he had gotten over it.
A couple weeks later though, she tells me that he is now convinced the curse is real. I’m like, really? but she’s kinda angry at me for telling him it was. So I ask her what he thinks is real about it. And she tells me the milk in his house keeps going bad. Like, actual medieval peasant mentality. Obviously I find this hilarious, but I’m trying to be amelioratory so I’m like, “Okay, let’s just go over there and see what’s going on. I doubt an evil spirit is haunting his house.”
So we go over to his house, and the first thing I do is open the fridge. And it’s barely cold.
She changed the fridge’s thermostat.
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At any rate, they managed to coexist without conflict for a while, I guess because they probably didn’t talk to each other much. One time while we were all hanging out at his house, smoking and listening to music, they blew up into a huge fight. I wasn’t in the room when it started so I don’t really know what it was about, but probably the obvious. I came in and they were full-on yelling, and he was telling her to leave. Before she was out the door she stopped on the threshold, turned around and recited some line she had obviously rehearsed, something like, “By lover’s lust and devil’s power, your gold will rust and milk will sour!” And obviously he freaked out and wouldn’t sit still even after she was gone. I kinda egged him on, like, “Ooh, she definitely hexed you, you better watch out.” My academy friend eventually got him to calm down (she was still religious but I don’t think she believed in evil spirits) and eventually things settled, and it seemed like he had gotten over it.
A couple weeks later though, she tells me that he is now convinced the curse is real. I’m like, really? but she’s kinda angry at me for telling him it was. So I ask her what he thinks is real about it. And she tells me the milk in his house keeps going bad. Like, actual medieval peasant mentality. Obviously I find this hilarious, but I’m trying to be amelioratory so I’m like, “Okay, let’s just go over there and see what’s going on. I doubt an evil spirit is haunting his house.”
So we go over to his house, and the first thing I do is open the fridge. And it’s barely cold.
She changed the fridge’s thermostat.
2024.05.16 18:51 kowell2 A legacy of human frienship
I'm posting some old stories that I wrote maybe 6 or 7 years ago before I knew HFY existed so you may have read them before on WP or some other sub but they are mine. Also, obligatory "english is not my first language"
Calvin sat in silence, his gaze focused on the green dot flashing slowly on his console. The Council had kept their word. His comm interface had connected to a temporary relay satellite near Saturn. A special request that was granted to lift Earth's isolation sentence for a brief moment to relay a final message to the cosmos. Everything was ready, the message prerecorded the day before and final adjustements to the gift had been made a few weeks ago. Calvin pondered everything that had happened, every events leading to this moment, to humanity's last chance to stand on the centerstage.
It didn't start this way. When humanity first made contact with an extraterrestrial race, we were welcomed with opened arms. Our very first message was "we come in a spirit of friendship" Humanity's quick evolution and technological progress had already caught the attention of the Galactic System Alliance. Some of its members were concerned over the general violent tendencies demonstrated throughout human history but true to its benevolent mission, the Alliance had given humanity the benefit of the doubt. We were allowed outposts, territories, trading routes and even the newly created 328th seat on the Galactic Council of Representatives. Humanity was given a real fair chance to shine. And boy did we waste it.
The Galactic Alliance was over 5 million years old, some of its members could be traced back all the way to the founding days of the Alliance. It had brought about a previously unheard of, almost uninterrupted era of peace throughout the galaxy. Its rulings were generally both fair and just. A beacon of hope and justice into the dark cosmos. Humanity gave it its first civil war, less than 50 years after joining. 5 million years of peace, ripped apart in the space of a moment.
Humanity started off well enough. Outposts and trading were profitable and while human vessels were not as technologically advanced as other races, our ability to anticipate enemy movements and quickly adapt to volatile situations made us a prime candidate for galactic peacekeeping missions. Humans rapidly made a name for themselves as a deterrent to pirates and smugglers. The Galactic Council did not hesitate to authorize human settlements in sectors prone to hostile actions, knowing that humanity's presence would pacify a sector quickly. Humanity's image rose to a more favorable one and initial concerns and hesitations towards us slowly crumbled away. Unfortunately with the rise of humanity's standing, came a rise of its hubris. After all, humans will always remain humans; fickle, volatile, greedy.
Humanity became more and more demanding in its dealings with the Alliance. We constantly wanted more, became arrogant, took what we felt we deserved. The Council turned a blind eye when humanity moved in on turbulent territories and claim them for itself but before long, we had our eyes set on more prominent systems. With every outburst and hostile action, we only isolated ourselves further. Humanity's positive image quickly turned negative, and when backed into a corner, humanity turned vengeful. We convinced ourselves we were the victims and that in the end, it was us or them. Some members of the Alliance came to view our side of things, others were forced into servitude. A simple spark was all it took for a full fledge civil war to break out.
Within the span of only 3 years, the Alliance was on fire, divided, broken. Humanity's unmatched potential for warfare made it a formidable enemy but in the end our arrogance got the better of us and we lost. The consequences for our actions were harsh but justified. Given humanity's irrecoverable nature, we had been sentenced to erasing. All humans would be relocated to Earth, sterilized and left to die alone, the Sol system kept under a permanent military blockade. All mentions of humanity were to be removed from Galactic history and we would be forgotten, erased from existence. It was the second time only, in the entire Alliance's history that this punishment was handed out.
As a final gesture of good will, the Council had authorized a final message from humanity's last living representative to the members of the Alliance, to be distributed, but then erased. Looking up from his console, Calvin toggled the small switch that would send out the transmission to the satellite's internal memory, then end his life. He permitted himself a final smile, the Council would be seriously pissed... at first.
In the dark emptiness of space, the small satellite's memory indicator turned red, signaling reception of a message but unfortunately it was too far away to witness the small light flash from the thermo nuclear explosion that officially ended humanity's presence in the galaxy.
Captain Xandar was pacing back and forth across the small bridge of his scout vessel. While he was honored to be part of an official Council mission, he couldn't help but feel that he was potentially being sacrificed as cannon fodder. The Council may have granted the human's wish of a last message but it still feared a trap. Human's deceptive and violent nature would leave a dark shadow on the galaxy, slow to vanish. Humanity's first word to the Alliance, "Friend" had become a synonym of "deceit, treachery and naivety". The 20 large warships hiding just outside the limit of the Sol system did nothing to calm Xandar's nerves. While they were there to offer protection in case of a human trap, should things go south they would probably not hesitate to destroy Xandar's vessel if needed.
Captain, we are in range of the relay satellite. Systems confirm there is indeed a message on the internal memory. Initial scans show the data file is rather large but still looks clean.
Xandar sighed, the poor human schmuck probably went on a long tirade against the Alliance. A fitting end for such a violent race.
Very well lieutenant, download and scan the message. If everything looks good we'll transmit it to the Council and they can decide if it's worth sharing to the rest of the Alliance or not.
As soon as the young lieutenant opened the message file, all lights on the bridge went out, the quiet hum of the engines vanished and artificial gravity disengaged. Xandar was doing his best to maintain his composure while slowly drifting 2 feet in the air but as suddenly as it had vanished, artificial gravity came back and the emergency lighting activated, bathing the bridge in a reddish hue. On the main screen was a sole human, weak and frail in appearance.
Apologies to the commander of the Alliance vessel, I assure you that I meant no disrespect and no harm to your vessel and your crew. As authorized by the Galactic Council of Representatives, I hereby bring you a final farewell from humanity, as well as a final gift to remember us by.
Xandar was panicking, all restraint and stoic facade usually associated with his rank had vanished from his face, his eyes were white with fear.
Shit! The damn human played us like fool! Lieutenant, I want an immediate status report on the ship's systems. First officer, contact the fleet, there is no telling what we just exposed ourselves to.
Comms are down sir, unable to raise the fleet. We have limited access to the main computer and all blast doors have been sealed shut throughout the ship. She’s dead in the waters Sir.
Damn it! I want every exabyte of that datafile analyzed for any trace of a virus or even biological agents. We should have known better than to trust the humans to honor their word.
Xandar looked back to the monitor, the human had remained silent, probably anticipating the commotion that his message would cause. Xandar waited for the recording to resume.
Now, I assume the initial moment of shock is behind us so let’s continue. As I said, I bring you a final gift from humanity to all races and citizens of the Alliance. Fear not, though this final deception on our part may appear as vengeful, I assure you it is not the case. I knew the Council would never allow for this message to be shared throughout the Alliance, let alone our gift so I had to take some creative measures. Your analysis team is probably telling you about now that the 2 data files enclosed with this message are organic and they are correct though fear not, it is not a biological agent or a viral threat. Both files contain the DNA blueprints of Dogs. While we initially had dozen of sub-species, the complexity of this entire action limited me to only upload one specific breed. More precisely I give you the Retriever Labrador. I have enclosed blueprints for a brown-coated male and a golden-coated female. Though they are called man's best friend, I assure you they are nothing like us, to the contrary they are loyal, playful and innocent. They represent everything humanity has failed to be. They are our gift to you in the hope that you will one day forgive us for everything we have done. May they be a protector when evil threatens you. May they be love when hate isolates you. May they be a beacon of hope when darkness surrounds you. Treat them well. We did not deserve them, but hopefully you will prove yourself worthy of them.
The ship's systems came back online the very moment the recording ended. Lights rekindled across the bridge and the engines sprung back to life, filling the vessel with their low humming. Xandar looked over to the bridge crew, most of them still in shock and unsure of what exactly had happened. It was the young comms lieutenant that broke the silence first.
Sir, all systems are back online. Comms are back up and the fleet is hailing us, they want to know what the hell is going on. They are asking if we have been compromised.
Tell the fleet to remain on stand-by, we will need to assess the situation. First officer, give me a full systems check.
Sir, I'm detecting a massive power fluctuation from levels 3 through 7. Powers appears to have been rerouted to the auxiliary deck.
Tell engineering to stabilize the power levels and seal off the auxiliary deck
Controls are unresponsive Sir, power is being channeled to the backup biological replicators
What? Kill all power to the auxiliary deck, NOW!
We can't, the auxiliary deck is hooked up directly within the main generator and has its own dedicated safety bypass. It's meant to work even in the events of a catastrophic engine failure to insure the survival of the crew.
Shit! The human didn't do this by accident. He purposely automated his virus through the backup replicators knowing full well we wouldn't be able to turn them off. First officer, I need you to vent the atmosphere from the auxiliary deck's replicator room.
Controls are unresponsive Sir
Then blow the damn room out to space, do whatever is needed to stop this!
There is nothing we can do sir, we're completely locked out of the auxiliary deck. Security teams are waiting outside the replicator room but the system won't allow me to open the door.
Xandar was unsure how to proceed at this point. They had been compromised but calling in the fleet would mean immediate destruction. He pondered for a while but then made the decision to contact the fleet regardless of the consequences. He had a duty to insure the safety of the Alliance. He turned to the young lieutenant and gave the order to raise the fleet. His gaze was however quickly met with the panicked expression of the young comm's lieutenant.
Sir! The recording! It's transmitting itself to the fleet via our open commlink!
WHAT?
The fleet is no longer responding. I think... I think they're going through what we went through when we first opened the recording.
Xandar was in shock. The realisation of what was about to happen was slowly setting in.
If you're right son, that means the recording will activate their organic replicators as well and then transmit itself to the rest of the Alliance fleet. We've doomed the Alliance.
Sir! Replicators report completion of their programmed tasks.
Auxiliary deck controls are back online! Scanners indicate 2 life forms. Replicator room doors just opened on their own!
Xandar turned slowly towards his first officer.
Sir, there is a final message on the replicator console's screen.
---Protocol Goodboy1 successful
---Protocol Goodgirl2 successful
---May they show you the true meaning of the word "Friendship"
Bonus
It only seemed fitting that humanity's last action would be to blow trough bureaucratic redtapes and regulations to impose dogs on the galaxy (with the best of intentions of course). Calvin did promise no harm would come the vessel and its crew and that's been true... for the most part. There is definitly no physical harm and while psychological and/or traumatic consequences are a possibility (albeith a rather small one), you know... dogs will take care of that. It all works out in the end.
Well, except for the poor Glaxien crew members who turns out are deadly allergic to dog hair, and the Phlosaks whose skin reacts to dog urine as if it was acid (poor bastard got peed on his face when he lifted a puppy), and the Klaangorians who's very fragile and very vital lower mandible looked like the ideal chew toy for one young puppy. A very uselessly exposed lower mandible if you ask me. Not to mention the many planetary ecosystems that will be seriously messed up by the introduction of a new uncontrolled species.
In fact some would argue that those pesky government regulations were there for a reason, that with time, the Alliance could and would have experimented with the DNA blueprint in a controlled environment and then, given positive results, would have moved on to a gradual and supervised introduction of dogs in the galaxy.
But you know, that's just not the human way to do things. Better to rip the bandage in one go and hope for the best. Surely the Alliance can't fault humanity for what Calvin did, it was for the best, THEIR best and while in retrospect we are kinda sorry about the whole "accidental death by dogs" thing and ruined ecosystems, these are freak occurences, trivial, statistically benign. Like the great Cave Johnson once said, if I put these numbers into my calculator it makes a happy face.
You're welcome universe, we accept your most sincere gratitude and your apologies are much appreciated. You don't have to feel the need to mention it, we're totaly fine. In fact, please stop yelling at us.
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Calvin sat in silence, his gaze focused on the green dot flashing slowly on his console. The Council had kept their word. His comm interface had connected to a temporary relay satellite near Saturn. A special request that was granted to lift Earth's isolation sentence for a brief moment to relay a final message to the cosmos. Everything was ready, the message prerecorded the day before and final adjustements to the gift had been made a few weeks ago. Calvin pondered everything that had happened, every events leading to this moment, to humanity's last chance to stand on the centerstage.
It didn't start this way. When humanity first made contact with an extraterrestrial race, we were welcomed with opened arms. Our very first message was "we come in a spirit of friendship" Humanity's quick evolution and technological progress had already caught the attention of the Galactic System Alliance. Some of its members were concerned over the general violent tendencies demonstrated throughout human history but true to its benevolent mission, the Alliance had given humanity the benefit of the doubt. We were allowed outposts, territories, trading routes and even the newly created 328th seat on the Galactic Council of Representatives. Humanity was given a real fair chance to shine. And boy did we waste it.
The Galactic Alliance was over 5 million years old, some of its members could be traced back all the way to the founding days of the Alliance. It had brought about a previously unheard of, almost uninterrupted era of peace throughout the galaxy. Its rulings were generally both fair and just. A beacon of hope and justice into the dark cosmos. Humanity gave it its first civil war, less than 50 years after joining. 5 million years of peace, ripped apart in the space of a moment.
Humanity started off well enough. Outposts and trading were profitable and while human vessels were not as technologically advanced as other races, our ability to anticipate enemy movements and quickly adapt to volatile situations made us a prime candidate for galactic peacekeeping missions. Humans rapidly made a name for themselves as a deterrent to pirates and smugglers. The Galactic Council did not hesitate to authorize human settlements in sectors prone to hostile actions, knowing that humanity's presence would pacify a sector quickly. Humanity's image rose to a more favorable one and initial concerns and hesitations towards us slowly crumbled away. Unfortunately with the rise of humanity's standing, came a rise of its hubris. After all, humans will always remain humans; fickle, volatile, greedy.
Humanity became more and more demanding in its dealings with the Alliance. We constantly wanted more, became arrogant, took what we felt we deserved. The Council turned a blind eye when humanity moved in on turbulent territories and claim them for itself but before long, we had our eyes set on more prominent systems. With every outburst and hostile action, we only isolated ourselves further. Humanity's positive image quickly turned negative, and when backed into a corner, humanity turned vengeful. We convinced ourselves we were the victims and that in the end, it was us or them. Some members of the Alliance came to view our side of things, others were forced into servitude. A simple spark was all it took for a full fledge civil war to break out.
Within the span of only 3 years, the Alliance was on fire, divided, broken. Humanity's unmatched potential for warfare made it a formidable enemy but in the end our arrogance got the better of us and we lost. The consequences for our actions were harsh but justified. Given humanity's irrecoverable nature, we had been sentenced to erasing. All humans would be relocated to Earth, sterilized and left to die alone, the Sol system kept under a permanent military blockade. All mentions of humanity were to be removed from Galactic history and we would be forgotten, erased from existence. It was the second time only, in the entire Alliance's history that this punishment was handed out.
As a final gesture of good will, the Council had authorized a final message from humanity's last living representative to the members of the Alliance, to be distributed, but then erased. Looking up from his console, Calvin toggled the small switch that would send out the transmission to the satellite's internal memory, then end his life. He permitted himself a final smile, the Council would be seriously pissed... at first.
In the dark emptiness of space, the small satellite's memory indicator turned red, signaling reception of a message but unfortunately it was too far away to witness the small light flash from the thermo nuclear explosion that officially ended humanity's presence in the galaxy.
Captain, we are in range of the relay satellite. Systems confirm there is indeed a message on the internal memory. Initial scans show the data file is rather large but still looks clean.
Xandar sighed, the poor human schmuck probably went on a long tirade against the Alliance. A fitting end for such a violent race.
Very well lieutenant, download and scan the message. If everything looks good we'll transmit it to the Council and they can decide if it's worth sharing to the rest of the Alliance or not.
As soon as the young lieutenant opened the message file, all lights on the bridge went out, the quiet hum of the engines vanished and artificial gravity disengaged. Xandar was doing his best to maintain his composure while slowly drifting 2 feet in the air but as suddenly as it had vanished, artificial gravity came back and the emergency lighting activated, bathing the bridge in a reddish hue. On the main screen was a sole human, weak and frail in appearance.
Apologies to the commander of the Alliance vessel, I assure you that I meant no disrespect and no harm to your vessel and your crew. As authorized by the Galactic Council of Representatives, I hereby bring you a final farewell from humanity, as well as a final gift to remember us by.
Xandar was panicking, all restraint and stoic facade usually associated with his rank had vanished from his face, his eyes were white with fear.
Shit! The damn human played us like fool! Lieutenant, I want an immediate status report on the ship's systems. First officer, contact the fleet, there is no telling what we just exposed ourselves to.
Comms are down sir, unable to raise the fleet. We have limited access to the main computer and all blast doors have been sealed shut throughout the ship. She’s dead in the waters Sir.
Damn it! I want every exabyte of that datafile analyzed for any trace of a virus or even biological agents. We should have known better than to trust the humans to honor their word.
Xandar looked back to the monitor, the human had remained silent, probably anticipating the commotion that his message would cause. Xandar waited for the recording to resume.
Now, I assume the initial moment of shock is behind us so let’s continue. As I said, I bring you a final gift from humanity to all races and citizens of the Alliance. Fear not, though this final deception on our part may appear as vengeful, I assure you it is not the case. I knew the Council would never allow for this message to be shared throughout the Alliance, let alone our gift so I had to take some creative measures. Your analysis team is probably telling you about now that the 2 data files enclosed with this message are organic and they are correct though fear not, it is not a biological agent or a viral threat. Both files contain the DNA blueprints of Dogs. While we initially had dozen of sub-species, the complexity of this entire action limited me to only upload one specific breed. More precisely I give you the Retriever Labrador. I have enclosed blueprints for a brown-coated male and a golden-coated female. Though they are called man's best friend, I assure you they are nothing like us, to the contrary they are loyal, playful and innocent. They represent everything humanity has failed to be. They are our gift to you in the hope that you will one day forgive us for everything we have done. May they be a protector when evil threatens you. May they be love when hate isolates you. May they be a beacon of hope when darkness surrounds you. Treat them well. We did not deserve them, but hopefully you will prove yourself worthy of them.
The ship's systems came back online the very moment the recording ended. Lights rekindled across the bridge and the engines sprung back to life, filling the vessel with their low humming. Xandar looked over to the bridge crew, most of them still in shock and unsure of what exactly had happened. It was the young comms lieutenant that broke the silence first.
Sir, all systems are back online. Comms are back up and the fleet is hailing us, they want to know what the hell is going on. They are asking if we have been compromised.
Tell the fleet to remain on stand-by, we will need to assess the situation. First officer, give me a full systems check.
Sir, I'm detecting a massive power fluctuation from levels 3 through 7. Powers appears to have been rerouted to the auxiliary deck.
Tell engineering to stabilize the power levels and seal off the auxiliary deck
Controls are unresponsive Sir, power is being channeled to the backup biological replicators
What? Kill all power to the auxiliary deck, NOW!
We can't, the auxiliary deck is hooked up directly within the main generator and has its own dedicated safety bypass. It's meant to work even in the events of a catastrophic engine failure to insure the survival of the crew.
Shit! The human didn't do this by accident. He purposely automated his virus through the backup replicators knowing full well we wouldn't be able to turn them off. First officer, I need you to vent the atmosphere from the auxiliary deck's replicator room.
Controls are unresponsive Sir
Then blow the damn room out to space, do whatever is needed to stop this!
There is nothing we can do sir, we're completely locked out of the auxiliary deck. Security teams are waiting outside the replicator room but the system won't allow me to open the door.
Xandar was unsure how to proceed at this point. They had been compromised but calling in the fleet would mean immediate destruction. He pondered for a while but then made the decision to contact the fleet regardless of the consequences. He had a duty to insure the safety of the Alliance. He turned to the young lieutenant and gave the order to raise the fleet. His gaze was however quickly met with the panicked expression of the young comm's lieutenant.
Sir! The recording! It's transmitting itself to the fleet via our open commlink!
WHAT?
The fleet is no longer responding. I think... I think they're going through what we went through when we first opened the recording.
Xandar was in shock. The realisation of what was about to happen was slowly setting in.
If you're right son, that means the recording will activate their organic replicators as well and then transmit itself to the rest of the Alliance fleet. We've doomed the Alliance.
Sir! Replicators report completion of their programmed tasks.
Auxiliary deck controls are back online! Scanners indicate 2 life forms. Replicator room doors just opened on their own!
Xandar turned slowly towards his first officer.
Sir, there is a final message on the replicator console's screen.
---Protocol Goodboy1 successful
---Protocol Goodgirl2 successful
---May they show you the true meaning of the word "Friendship"
It only seemed fitting that humanity's last action would be to blow trough bureaucratic redtapes and regulations to impose dogs on the galaxy (with the best of intentions of course). Calvin did promise no harm would come the vessel and its crew and that's been true... for the most part. There is definitly no physical harm and while psychological and/or traumatic consequences are a possibility (albeith a rather small one), you know... dogs will take care of that. It all works out in the end.
Well, except for the poor Glaxien crew members who turns out are deadly allergic to dog hair, and the Phlosaks whose skin reacts to dog urine as if it was acid (poor bastard got peed on his face when he lifted a puppy), and the Klaangorians who's very fragile and very vital lower mandible looked like the ideal chew toy for one young puppy. A very uselessly exposed lower mandible if you ask me. Not to mention the many planetary ecosystems that will be seriously messed up by the introduction of a new uncontrolled species.
In fact some would argue that those pesky government regulations were there for a reason, that with time, the Alliance could and would have experimented with the DNA blueprint in a controlled environment and then, given positive results, would have moved on to a gradual and supervised introduction of dogs in the galaxy.
But you know, that's just not the human way to do things. Better to rip the bandage in one go and hope for the best. Surely the Alliance can't fault humanity for what Calvin did, it was for the best, THEIR best and while in retrospect we are kinda sorry about the whole "accidental death by dogs" thing and ruined ecosystems, these are freak occurences, trivial, statistically benign. Like the great Cave Johnson once said, if I put these numbers into my calculator it makes a happy face.
You're welcome universe, we accept your most sincere gratitude and your apologies are much appreciated. You don't have to feel the need to mention it, we're totaly fine. In fact, please stop yelling at us.
2024.05.16 18:50 Reasonable_Swan9983 I'm just mad, let me rant please
There's nothing good about this anger, but I believe writing here will help me feel better.
I'm really suffering lately, it hurts to live in this world. Sometimes I wish I never had any kind of realisation. You guys are the closest people that I have found in terms of what I see.
I have a whole TWO friends. And they're good people, but so damn stupid. Way smarter than me in terms of education, but so damn... foolish. I feel like I'm ruining my friendship because I try to give hints about plant based diet and global warming. It's because I want to feel like I'm making a change in this world, visibly. If I saw someone going plant based, I would be so happy. Not in a "my tribe" kind of thing. Just it would feel wonderful (I think!)
The origin of my anger is, I posted one chart to my friend today. Then dived into a discussion... and he started flooding me with messages. I know he likes arguing with people online, so I shoudl've expected that...
Some of the things he told me:
What has a life of a being to do with anything if its already dying and doesn't bring anything to this world other than being food?
If you ever saw these videos, cows are going into the barn wilfully and they want to be milked
99,99% of animals dies with dignity, people have worse health care and these are the facts
Videos from farms and slaughterhouses are cherry picked and it's like showing violence on the street and comparing it to living in a healthy household
The point of these politics is throwing animals away to China and slaughter them there, so it's out of the civilised countries. Lots of people don't know this, but China wants this.
Guys, you don't need to give arguments back to these points. When I get bombarded and bullied with messages like this, I feel like I'm the one in the wrong. I know what he writes is so fucking stupid but it's like my brain is still insecure and doubts myself.
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I'm really suffering lately, it hurts to live in this world. Sometimes I wish I never had any kind of realisation. You guys are the closest people that I have found in terms of what I see.
I have a whole TWO friends. And they're good people, but so damn stupid. Way smarter than me in terms of education, but so damn... foolish. I feel like I'm ruining my friendship because I try to give hints about plant based diet and global warming. It's because I want to feel like I'm making a change in this world, visibly. If I saw someone going plant based, I would be so happy. Not in a "my tribe" kind of thing. Just it would feel wonderful (I think!)
The origin of my anger is, I posted one chart to my friend today. Then dived into a discussion... and he started flooding me with messages. I know he likes arguing with people online, so I shoudl've expected that...
Some of the things he told me:
What has a life of a being to do with anything if its already dying and doesn't bring anything to this world other than being food?
If you ever saw these videos, cows are going into the barn wilfully and they want to be milked
99,99% of animals dies with dignity, people have worse health care and these are the facts
Videos from farms and slaughterhouses are cherry picked and it's like showing violence on the street and comparing it to living in a healthy household
The point of these politics is throwing animals away to China and slaughter them there, so it's out of the civilised countries. Lots of people don't know this, but China wants this.
Guys, you don't need to give arguments back to these points. When I get bombarded and bullied with messages like this, I feel like I'm the one in the wrong. I know what he writes is so fucking stupid but it's like my brain is still insecure and doubts myself.
2024.05.16 18:43 The-Unseen-1 The awakening of the heart
Part 16: The awakening of the heart
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As the Mysterious Stranger and the Seeker leave the old castle behind, they continue on the snow-covered path. A path appears on the right side, following parallel to their own. The two paths merge into one, which leads towards a volcano. As they progress, another parallel path from the left side merges as well with the current one.
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In the distance, the Seeker spots a building, where the path tilts uphill. A sign points at a crossroad. An intersection, between realms. The crossroads, where all timelines meet up: Where the westward and the eastward paths meets the northern road.
Where the paths meet, stands a tavern. The lights are on. The chimney is smoking. A sign shows its name:
'The Red Ditch Inn'
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“Wanna get something to drink,” asks the Stranger the Seeker.
“Sure, why not,” accepts the Seeker.
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Before he opens the door knob, the Stranger hesitates and speaks to the Seeker:
“This is the bar, where the timelines of our souls meet up. This is the crossing of our life-paths, the intersection of fate. Be prepared, for what happens next.”
The Seeker and the Stranger walk into the building. As they open the door, they are started by the loud conversations. The inn is full. Many tables with different animals of all species.
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The table in the center of the bar, has a label saying: 'Spirituality'
Around that table sit all kinds of different birds and animals. Pigeons, squirrels, Reptiles, cats, dogs, wolves, foxes, crows, mice, sloths. They are mostly talking about crystals and past lives.
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There was a table, which said: 'astralprojection'. There sat an old bear, who carries many scars, wounded by countless battles, teaching young bear cups, who attentively listen to their elders. Some are making notes.
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Next to it, is a table with a label saying: 'Enlightenment'
There sit some parrots all repeating the same mantra in unison:
“BEFORE ENLIGHTENMENT CHOP WOOD CARRY WATER, AFTER ENLIGHTENMENT CHOP WOOD CARRY WATER.”
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There is another table, called: 'Awakened'
There sit a caterpillar, a spider, a scorpion and an eagle.
“You have an Ego,” shouts the caterpillar at the spider, pointing his finger.
“No, you have an Ego,” shouts the spider back at the caterpillar.
“You both have an Ego,” accuses the scorpion both the caterpillar and the spider.
“Hey,” shouts the bird. “I am the eagle here!”
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Next to it, is the table of 'nonduality'. The chairs are completely empty. There is no one here.
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On the other side there is another table with many different birds and mammals, some more exotic animals from all around the world. The label says 'Soulnexus'. There is someone constantly screaming at the top of their lungs:
“I AM A PROFFESIONAL PSYCHIC READER WITH 14 YEARS OF EXPERIENCE!”
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One table next to it is called 'starseeds'. The people sitting there do not look like animals, but like strange aliens. Some small and green beings, others big and gray, some with fur, some with scales, some humanoid. They were mostly talking about the past, exchanging some old memories. Among them is a chicken, who wears an alien costume.
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As one of the Grey beings stands up to go to the toilet, the chicken whispers to the others:
“Psst guys, I think Fred may not be an actual Starseed.”
The other beings around the table start mumbling.
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There is one more table called 'psychonauts'. The Stranger walks towards their table.
“Jo, wazzup Shawty,” greets the Stranger an old friend at the psychonaut-table, with a fist bump. “Long time no see.”
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“Whoa, it's YOU,” responds the Tiger at the table, with red eyes, smoking his bong. “Last time I've seen you, I was like in DMT realm.”
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“Is Burt anywhere around?” asks the Stranger.
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“He is sitting there in the corner,” responds Shawty. The tiger points at a traumatized racoon sitting in the dark corner.
“I have seen too much,” mumbles the Burt the Racoon with eyes wide open, like a scratched record.
“I have traveled too far... I have seen, what lies within the emptiness. Never again... I will never do shrooms again...”
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Suddenly the waiter taps the racoons shoulder, ripping him out of his thought loop.
“Sir... Do you wanna order anything?”
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“Do you have McKennaii?”
“Yes,” responds the waiter.
“Then I'll have 7 grams,” orders the racoon.
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The Seeker has a sudden thought and looks at the Stranger.
“What does the ' slash' on the tables, stand for?”
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“I don't know...,” shrugs the Stranger. “ It's probably to reserve the table at this inn.”
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The Stranger looks at all the tables, they are all talking and talking. Some are playing poker, others are playing dart, some drunks fight each other. Others talk about their identity or their favorite dogma. Some are showing off, how enlightened they are.
As they stand at the crossroads, they can either go Westwards, Eastwards and Northwards. Many have taken the western route, many have went eastwards, but they always ended back at the 'Red Ditch Inn' again.
The newbies, were unsure, whether to go west or east. The experienced ones, knew it doesn't make a difference, they would end up at the bar again anyway. Some were stuck in the bar since many decades, they had given up hope to ever find a way out. But few of them ever dared to walk northwards.
The Stranger sighs, as he looks around. His eyes flame up, he inhales deeply and climbs on a chair. With a raised voice he speaks:
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“When did we lose our heart?
We lost our heart collectively.
Did we lose it, when we were still cavemen? When we had to survive the cold winters of the ice age? When we hunted down the last Homo Neanderthalensis? Or later on, when the first tribes waged war against each other? Did we lose our heart, when we enslaved each other? Did we lose our hearts, when we dropped atom bombs, or when we caused our first mass extinctions...The crimes, that Humans do in wars... All of us carry the sins of our forefathers on our shoulders.
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We lost our hearts individually.
For the person it starts pretty early in their childhood. We lose our trust, when we are lied to. Almost everyone tastes the pain of Betrayal at least once in life. We are deeply wounded from childhood on. We learn early on, that humans hurt us and thus we become suspicious of humans. We learn not to trust each other. Because we are afraid of being hurt again. And so we close off our heart to protect it.
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What is the heart?
I am not talking about the physical organ. I talk about this part in your 'soul', if I may call it that. It's like the core of our 'soul', of our 'astral body'. The centre of our 'energy' or chakras. We are afraid to open it, because it's very vulnerable. That's why we protect it. We are afraid to open it, because we don't trust each other.
But unless your heart is open, you can never experience unconditional love. Its flame must be activated.
The heart is your connection to everything. The heart is what connects you to 'source', if that's the word, you'd like to use. The heart is from where our love flows.
We have cut off the connection and became separated from the ALL. We made love conditional. We split hating from loving, dislike from like and created duality. We became attached. We let ourselves be corrupted by the Ego.
Now that we have closed the heart, what have we done to the world?
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We turned the world into a place, that almost no one likes. We created a society, that keeps us in narrow boxes. We made the world a lonely place, for everyone to be in. Even in groups, we often feel lonely. We allowed money to rule over us. We allowed ideologies to split us and dogmas to control us.
We have so many different issues, that we just can't seem to overcome. Climate change. Wars. Corrupt politicians. Poverty. Starvation. Meaninglessness. Nihilism.
Where should we start with all that mess?
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With ourselves. That is the place, where the transformation needs to start. We need to evolve. One person at a time. Only then, can the collective transform as well.
We need to open the mind and the heart. To see and to feel. To be aware and to love. We need to find harmony within ourselves. End the inner conflict and find peace within.
Find your own truest path.
Let go of any limiting beliefs. Let go of any attachments. Forgive whoever needs forgiveness and apologize to clear your regrets. Find Love.
Find your light within. See your light in all people. Love your enemies.
Recognize the Ego, be aware of what makes it grow. Become aware of any negative thought patterns. Be disciplined.
Clear your own shadows. Face your Trauma. Heal your inner child.
Get free from all bodily addictions. Be free of fear. Be free of suffering.
See the beauty of all things. Find joy in every moment.
Surrender yourself. Follow the heart. Be proud and courageous. Accept your life and your story. Embrace your story, without being attached to it.
Find your purpose. End the Seeking.
Be your authentic Self. Express Love through your character.
Become Love.
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This is a possible path. And I just gave you the map. It can be walked. It was walked before. But it is a path into unknown territory. Only the bravest of you can walk this path. It's not for the faintest of heart.
You see, you all either follow the path of the left and go westwards or you follow the path on the right and go eastwards... But no matter how far you go, you'll always end up at the crossroads again. You never make any real progress.
What if there is another path? What if there's another way? What if I say, 'let us go north?!'”
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Some of the crowd are in shock. Some are laughing. Others are mumbling.
“You can't walk north,” says a crow from the projectors. “It's impossible.”
“Everyone knows, that the northern road is a dead-end,” says an awakened Caterpillar. “It's a waste of time going up there. You can't go further, than the volcano.”
A psychonaut horse laughs. “That will be fun. Can't wait to see their disappointed faces, when they walk all the way back down.”
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The Stranger continues undeterred:
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“Why are you walking the spiritual path?
You felt called to do it, didn't you? You felt something within you. Something made click. You understood, that there is a deeper truth, that you must find. There was this deep longing within you. So you started walking.
What were the first things, that you were seeking?
You were seeking answers.
What were your first questions? You were asking, 'What is my purpose?' You were asking 'Why am I here'?
And you have searched in so many places. But no matter which answer you got, you were never fully satisfied. Because it wasn't your answer. Because it was someone else's answer.
So you stopped seeking. Either you were content with some unfulfilling answers or you just simply gave up. When did you stop finding your own answers?
Dogma or tradition give us easy answers. When we are attached to them, when we build an identity around them, we become unable to find our own answers. But you can't end Seeking with someone elses answers. Only when you have claimed the answer for yourself, can the Seeker transform into something different. Into something new.
Just ending the Seeker, like cutting off a limb, won't do it. The Seeker needs to find their answer to the question 'What is my purpose?' Not one, they read from textbooks. Not an answer, that someone else can give them. When ONE has found their own unique purpose in life, then instead of 'seeking', there is only 'expressing'.”
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“I see that you are advanced,” speaks an enlightened owl. “However you are blinded by idealism. When you stare into the abyss long enough, the abyss will stare back at you.”
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“My friend,” says the Stranger. “I have not only stared into the abyss, I went to hell and back again to find my answer.”
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Everyone falls silent, the Stranger continues:
“It was always here on earth. Heaven. It was always within us. Take a look around you. There is beauty in all things. If you search for it, you can find joy in every moment. Look for love in the world and you shall find love everywhere. Meet Life with gratitude and wonder. Face your experience, like an adventurer faces his challenge. Express unconditional love through your very being. Because this is how we heal Humanities greatest wound: The scar of nihilism.
It has all become so meaningless to us, hasn't it?
Memorizing knowledge at school or college, that you'll never need in real life. This feeling of being stuck in life. Day to day, going to a dead-end job for minimum wage. Living an unfulfilled life. The shattering of broken dreams. The tears of our suffering.
You know, why everything has become so meaningless?
We let our hearts get cold. After falling, we stopped getting back up again. We stopped facing our challenges.
You see, after every defeat, Humanity always got back up again. No matter how tough the challenge may seemed, Humanity never gave up.
We have forgotten, who we are.
All of us are Humanity. You, Me, everyone. We are all humanity. You, the individual human are HUMANITY. You are the Rest of mankind. Because we are all the same in our essence. When you open your heart, then this is your name: 'HUMANITY'
Because you see yourself in every other human. This is the name of the divine spark that sits within all of us. It is the fire, that burns in our eyes. This is Humanity: An archetype of victory and an idea of unity.
Let me ask you a very direct question. If we all came together to do our part, do you think that we could actually clean up the mess we have created? Do you think we have a chance of not only to survive but even to evolve as a species? And perhaps write even greater stories, than ever before?”
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The entire crowd is silent. Most of them avoid eye contact. People start mumbling.
Then the crowd slowly gets louder again and the conversations on each table, continue as if nothing ever happened.
As the Stranger steps down from the chair, a monkey gets up from one of the tables, points his finger and screams:
“Look guys, this dude has ketchup on his outfit.”
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While the crowd laughs at him, the Stranger goes to the bar and orders two beer. While he waits, he rubs off the ketchup stain from his clothes with his fingernails.
People are looking at him and the Seeker. The Seeker can't bear standing next to the Stranger and leaves the tavern. The Stranger pays for two beers. 140 Pesos. He then follows the Seeker outside.
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“Wanna go already?” asks the Stranger while sipping from his beer.
“Those guys hate you now,” sighs the Seeker.
“Who cares?” shrugs the Stranger, while gulping down the beer in a single go.
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A couple of animals exit the bar. All the animals, that had no place to fit in. All the animals that didn't belong. A rabbit, a cat, a goldfish, a squirrel, a bear, a fox, a goat, a pigeon, an eagle, a chicken in an alien costume and a dog.
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“I will also follow my destiny,” speaks the eagle with determination. His heart is also activated.
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“Alright,” says a bear with burning eyes. “Let's try going north... Perhaps this is how we'll finally get to Axis Mundi.”
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“Going north... that sounds fun,” says the smiling fox. “Let's see how far, we'll come.”
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“We are all gonna die anyway,” sighs the pessimistic goat.
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“I never tried going north before,” contemplates the curious pigeon.
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“10 bucks, that I am first at the top of the volcano,” bets the black cat, while looking at her claws.
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“Deal,” agrees the dog, while hunting his own tail.
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The rabbit thinks about the taste of carrots. She is hungry.
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The squirrel is simply happy and excited for the new adventure. She can't stop dancing.
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The goldfish has no idea, what he's actually doing. He just rolls around in a plastic bag.
“I... I will also walk my path,” speaks up the brave chicken in an alien costume. For the first time, the chickens eyes start burning.
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Together, the new group of friends are traveling the northern road. Towards the volcano. As the sunset illuminates their backs, the animals start singing a new song. A song of excitement, of wonder and of bravery. A song, that goes something like: “We have found a way.”
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TO BE CONTINUED
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Checkpoint 4
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As the Mysterious Stranger and the Seeker leave the old castle behind, they continue on the snow-covered path. A path appears on the right side, following parallel to their own. The two paths merge into one, which leads towards a volcano. As they progress, another parallel path from the left side merges as well with the current one.
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In the distance, the Seeker spots a building, where the path tilts uphill. A sign points at a crossroad. An intersection, between realms. The crossroads, where all timelines meet up: Where the westward and the eastward paths meets the northern road.
Where the paths meet, stands a tavern. The lights are on. The chimney is smoking. A sign shows its name:
'The Red Ditch Inn'
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“Wanna get something to drink,” asks the Stranger the Seeker.
“Sure, why not,” accepts the Seeker.
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Before he opens the door knob, the Stranger hesitates and speaks to the Seeker:
“This is the bar, where the timelines of our souls meet up. This is the crossing of our life-paths, the intersection of fate. Be prepared, for what happens next.”
The Seeker and the Stranger walk into the building. As they open the door, they are started by the loud conversations. The inn is full. Many tables with different animals of all species.
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The table in the center of the bar, has a label saying: 'Spirituality'
Around that table sit all kinds of different birds and animals. Pigeons, squirrels, Reptiles, cats, dogs, wolves, foxes, crows, mice, sloths. They are mostly talking about crystals and past lives.
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There was a table, which said: 'astralprojection'. There sat an old bear, who carries many scars, wounded by countless battles, teaching young bear cups, who attentively listen to their elders. Some are making notes.
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Next to it, is a table with a label saying: 'Enlightenment'
There sit some parrots all repeating the same mantra in unison:
“BEFORE ENLIGHTENMENT CHOP WOOD CARRY WATER, AFTER ENLIGHTENMENT CHOP WOOD CARRY WATER.”
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There is another table, called: 'Awakened'
There sit a caterpillar, a spider, a scorpion and an eagle.
“You have an Ego,” shouts the caterpillar at the spider, pointing his finger.
“No, you have an Ego,” shouts the spider back at the caterpillar.
“You both have an Ego,” accuses the scorpion both the caterpillar and the spider.
“Hey,” shouts the bird. “I am the eagle here!”
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Next to it, is the table of 'nonduality'. The chairs are completely empty. There is no one here.
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On the other side there is another table with many different birds and mammals, some more exotic animals from all around the world. The label says 'Soulnexus'. There is someone constantly screaming at the top of their lungs:
“I AM A PROFFESIONAL PSYCHIC READER WITH 14 YEARS OF EXPERIENCE!”
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One table next to it is called 'starseeds'. The people sitting there do not look like animals, but like strange aliens. Some small and green beings, others big and gray, some with fur, some with scales, some humanoid. They were mostly talking about the past, exchanging some old memories. Among them is a chicken, who wears an alien costume.
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As one of the Grey beings stands up to go to the toilet, the chicken whispers to the others:
“Psst guys, I think Fred may not be an actual Starseed.”
The other beings around the table start mumbling.
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There is one more table called 'psychonauts'. The Stranger walks towards their table.
“Jo, wazzup Shawty,” greets the Stranger an old friend at the psychonaut-table, with a fist bump. “Long time no see.”
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“Whoa, it's YOU,” responds the Tiger at the table, with red eyes, smoking his bong. “Last time I've seen you, I was like in DMT realm.”
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“Is Burt anywhere around?” asks the Stranger.
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“He is sitting there in the corner,” responds Shawty. The tiger points at a traumatized racoon sitting in the dark corner.
“I have seen too much,” mumbles the Burt the Racoon with eyes wide open, like a scratched record.
“I have traveled too far... I have seen, what lies within the emptiness. Never again... I will never do shrooms again...”
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Suddenly the waiter taps the racoons shoulder, ripping him out of his thought loop.
“Sir... Do you wanna order anything?”
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“Do you have McKennaii?”
“Yes,” responds the waiter.
“Then I'll have 7 grams,” orders the racoon.
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The Seeker has a sudden thought and looks at the Stranger.
“What does the ' slash' on the tables, stand for?”
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“I don't know...,” shrugs the Stranger. “ It's probably to reserve the table at this inn.”
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The Stranger looks at all the tables, they are all talking and talking. Some are playing poker, others are playing dart, some drunks fight each other. Others talk about their identity or their favorite dogma. Some are showing off, how enlightened they are.
As they stand at the crossroads, they can either go Westwards, Eastwards and Northwards. Many have taken the western route, many have went eastwards, but they always ended back at the 'Red Ditch Inn' again.
The newbies, were unsure, whether to go west or east. The experienced ones, knew it doesn't make a difference, they would end up at the bar again anyway. Some were stuck in the bar since many decades, they had given up hope to ever find a way out. But few of them ever dared to walk northwards.
The Stranger sighs, as he looks around. His eyes flame up, he inhales deeply and climbs on a chair. With a raised voice he speaks:
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“When did we lose our heart?
We lost our heart collectively.
Did we lose it, when we were still cavemen? When we had to survive the cold winters of the ice age? When we hunted down the last Homo Neanderthalensis? Or later on, when the first tribes waged war against each other? Did we lose our heart, when we enslaved each other? Did we lose our hearts, when we dropped atom bombs, or when we caused our first mass extinctions...The crimes, that Humans do in wars... All of us carry the sins of our forefathers on our shoulders.
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We lost our hearts individually.
For the person it starts pretty early in their childhood. We lose our trust, when we are lied to. Almost everyone tastes the pain of Betrayal at least once in life. We are deeply wounded from childhood on. We learn early on, that humans hurt us and thus we become suspicious of humans. We learn not to trust each other. Because we are afraid of being hurt again. And so we close off our heart to protect it.
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What is the heart?
I am not talking about the physical organ. I talk about this part in your 'soul', if I may call it that. It's like the core of our 'soul', of our 'astral body'. The centre of our 'energy' or chakras. We are afraid to open it, because it's very vulnerable. That's why we protect it. We are afraid to open it, because we don't trust each other.
But unless your heart is open, you can never experience unconditional love. Its flame must be activated.
The heart is your connection to everything. The heart is what connects you to 'source', if that's the word, you'd like to use. The heart is from where our love flows.
We have cut off the connection and became separated from the ALL. We made love conditional. We split hating from loving, dislike from like and created duality. We became attached. We let ourselves be corrupted by the Ego.
Now that we have closed the heart, what have we done to the world?
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We turned the world into a place, that almost no one likes. We created a society, that keeps us in narrow boxes. We made the world a lonely place, for everyone to be in. Even in groups, we often feel lonely. We allowed money to rule over us. We allowed ideologies to split us and dogmas to control us.
We have so many different issues, that we just can't seem to overcome. Climate change. Wars. Corrupt politicians. Poverty. Starvation. Meaninglessness. Nihilism.
Where should we start with all that mess?
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With ourselves. That is the place, where the transformation needs to start. We need to evolve. One person at a time. Only then, can the collective transform as well.
We need to open the mind and the heart. To see and to feel. To be aware and to love. We need to find harmony within ourselves. End the inner conflict and find peace within.
Find your own truest path.
Let go of any limiting beliefs. Let go of any attachments. Forgive whoever needs forgiveness and apologize to clear your regrets. Find Love.
Find your light within. See your light in all people. Love your enemies.
Recognize the Ego, be aware of what makes it grow. Become aware of any negative thought patterns. Be disciplined.
Clear your own shadows. Face your Trauma. Heal your inner child.
Get free from all bodily addictions. Be free of fear. Be free of suffering.
See the beauty of all things. Find joy in every moment.
Surrender yourself. Follow the heart. Be proud and courageous. Accept your life and your story. Embrace your story, without being attached to it.
Find your purpose. End the Seeking.
Be your authentic Self. Express Love through your character.
Become Love.
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This is a possible path. And I just gave you the map. It can be walked. It was walked before. But it is a path into unknown territory. Only the bravest of you can walk this path. It's not for the faintest of heart.
You see, you all either follow the path of the left and go westwards or you follow the path on the right and go eastwards... But no matter how far you go, you'll always end up at the crossroads again. You never make any real progress.
What if there is another path? What if there's another way? What if I say, 'let us go north?!'”
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Some of the crowd are in shock. Some are laughing. Others are mumbling.
“You can't walk north,” says a crow from the projectors. “It's impossible.”
“Everyone knows, that the northern road is a dead-end,” says an awakened Caterpillar. “It's a waste of time going up there. You can't go further, than the volcano.”
A psychonaut horse laughs. “That will be fun. Can't wait to see their disappointed faces, when they walk all the way back down.”
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The Stranger continues undeterred:
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“Why are you walking the spiritual path?
You felt called to do it, didn't you? You felt something within you. Something made click. You understood, that there is a deeper truth, that you must find. There was this deep longing within you. So you started walking.
What were the first things, that you were seeking?
You were seeking answers.
What were your first questions? You were asking, 'What is my purpose?' You were asking 'Why am I here'?
And you have searched in so many places. But no matter which answer you got, you were never fully satisfied. Because it wasn't your answer. Because it was someone else's answer.
So you stopped seeking. Either you were content with some unfulfilling answers or you just simply gave up. When did you stop finding your own answers?
Dogma or tradition give us easy answers. When we are attached to them, when we build an identity around them, we become unable to find our own answers. But you can't end Seeking with someone elses answers. Only when you have claimed the answer for yourself, can the Seeker transform into something different. Into something new.
Just ending the Seeker, like cutting off a limb, won't do it. The Seeker needs to find their answer to the question 'What is my purpose?' Not one, they read from textbooks. Not an answer, that someone else can give them. When ONE has found their own unique purpose in life, then instead of 'seeking', there is only 'expressing'.”
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“I see that you are advanced,” speaks an enlightened owl. “However you are blinded by idealism. When you stare into the abyss long enough, the abyss will stare back at you.”
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“My friend,” says the Stranger. “I have not only stared into the abyss, I went to hell and back again to find my answer.”
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Everyone falls silent, the Stranger continues:
“It was always here on earth. Heaven. It was always within us. Take a look around you. There is beauty in all things. If you search for it, you can find joy in every moment. Look for love in the world and you shall find love everywhere. Meet Life with gratitude and wonder. Face your experience, like an adventurer faces his challenge. Express unconditional love through your very being. Because this is how we heal Humanities greatest wound: The scar of nihilism.
It has all become so meaningless to us, hasn't it?
Memorizing knowledge at school or college, that you'll never need in real life. This feeling of being stuck in life. Day to day, going to a dead-end job for minimum wage. Living an unfulfilled life. The shattering of broken dreams. The tears of our suffering.
You know, why everything has become so meaningless?
We let our hearts get cold. After falling, we stopped getting back up again. We stopped facing our challenges.
You see, after every defeat, Humanity always got back up again. No matter how tough the challenge may seemed, Humanity never gave up.
We have forgotten, who we are.
All of us are Humanity. You, Me, everyone. We are all humanity. You, the individual human are HUMANITY. You are the Rest of mankind. Because we are all the same in our essence. When you open your heart, then this is your name: 'HUMANITY'
Because you see yourself in every other human. This is the name of the divine spark that sits within all of us. It is the fire, that burns in our eyes. This is Humanity: An archetype of victory and an idea of unity.
Let me ask you a very direct question. If we all came together to do our part, do you think that we could actually clean up the mess we have created? Do you think we have a chance of not only to survive but even to evolve as a species? And perhaps write even greater stories, than ever before?”
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The entire crowd is silent. Most of them avoid eye contact. People start mumbling.
Then the crowd slowly gets louder again and the conversations on each table, continue as if nothing ever happened.
As the Stranger steps down from the chair, a monkey gets up from one of the tables, points his finger and screams:
“Look guys, this dude has ketchup on his outfit.”
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While the crowd laughs at him, the Stranger goes to the bar and orders two beer. While he waits, he rubs off the ketchup stain from his clothes with his fingernails.
People are looking at him and the Seeker. The Seeker can't bear standing next to the Stranger and leaves the tavern. The Stranger pays for two beers. 140 Pesos. He then follows the Seeker outside.
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“Wanna go already?” asks the Stranger while sipping from his beer.
“Those guys hate you now,” sighs the Seeker.
“Who cares?” shrugs the Stranger, while gulping down the beer in a single go.
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A couple of animals exit the bar. All the animals, that had no place to fit in. All the animals that didn't belong. A rabbit, a cat, a goldfish, a squirrel, a bear, a fox, a goat, a pigeon, an eagle, a chicken in an alien costume and a dog.
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“I will also follow my destiny,” speaks the eagle with determination. His heart is also activated.
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“Alright,” says a bear with burning eyes. “Let's try going north... Perhaps this is how we'll finally get to Axis Mundi.”
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“Going north... that sounds fun,” says the smiling fox. “Let's see how far, we'll come.”
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“We are all gonna die anyway,” sighs the pessimistic goat.
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“I never tried going north before,” contemplates the curious pigeon.
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“10 bucks, that I am first at the top of the volcano,” bets the black cat, while looking at her claws.
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“Deal,” agrees the dog, while hunting his own tail.
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The rabbit thinks about the taste of carrots. She is hungry.
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The squirrel is simply happy and excited for the new adventure. She can't stop dancing.
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The goldfish has no idea, what he's actually doing. He just rolls around in a plastic bag.
“I... I will also walk my path,” speaks up the brave chicken in an alien costume. For the first time, the chickens eyes start burning.
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Together, the new group of friends are traveling the northern road. Towards the volcano. As the sunset illuminates their backs, the animals start singing a new song. A song of excitement, of wonder and of bravery. A song, that goes something like: “We have found a way.”
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2024.05.16 18:42 flochaotic Guestures, Smart Cameras, And Onward To Smart Matter
Gestures and Intuitive Computing — From Here to Smart Matter- full article
Smart cameras equipped with AI and mixed reality capabilities can revolutionize how we interact with everyday devices. These cameras, placed in various rooms, combined with AI/mixed reality smart glasses or using Wi-Fi pings, could intuitively interpret our gestures. The goal is for AI to understand what we mean based on context and body language, making interactions with technology feel natural and fluid. While voice commands are already common, gestures provide a complementary and equally powerful way to control devices.
‘Gaze To Establish Intent’
To connect with a device, you simply look at it or signal it in some way. Imagine standing and looking at a floor lamp.
You tap your leg to turn it on, then raise your hand and turn an invisible knob in the air to increase the brightness. Swiping your hand changes the hue-adjusting setting, and turning the invisible knob again adjusts the hue. Then, you swipe one more time and smile because you have an idea. You want some movement in this lamp’s behavior. You want ‘machine playfulness’. You start bobbing forward and back like you are dancing with the machine. As you lurch back and forth rhythmically, the smart cameras understand you want the light to mimic this rhythm and start pulsating in sync with your movements. This playful interaction with technology should make you smile and feel more human. We should expect your devices to just, ‘get you’. They should play like any pet or child. Our tools should also be our toys.
Later, while sitting on your couch, you want the light to sync with the rhythm of the music you’re playing. You look at the floor lamp to establish a connection, point at the sound source, and bob your head to the beat. The light matches the pulsation to the music. You twirl your finger to signal the light to continue syncing with the rhythm of all subsequent songs. Continue..
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Smart cameras equipped with AI and mixed reality capabilities can revolutionize how we interact with everyday devices. These cameras, placed in various rooms, combined with AI/mixed reality smart glasses or using Wi-Fi pings, could intuitively interpret our gestures. The goal is for AI to understand what we mean based on context and body language, making interactions with technology feel natural and fluid. While voice commands are already common, gestures provide a complementary and equally powerful way to control devices.
‘Gaze To Establish Intent’
To connect with a device, you simply look at it or signal it in some way. Imagine standing and looking at a floor lamp.
You tap your leg to turn it on, then raise your hand and turn an invisible knob in the air to increase the brightness. Swiping your hand changes the hue-adjusting setting, and turning the invisible knob again adjusts the hue. Then, you swipe one more time and smile because you have an idea. You want some movement in this lamp’s behavior. You want ‘machine playfulness’. You start bobbing forward and back like you are dancing with the machine. As you lurch back and forth rhythmically, the smart cameras understand you want the light to mimic this rhythm and start pulsating in sync with your movements. This playful interaction with technology should make you smile and feel more human. We should expect your devices to just, ‘get you’. They should play like any pet or child. Our tools should also be our toys.
Later, while sitting on your couch, you want the light to sync with the rhythm of the music you’re playing. You look at the floor lamp to establish a connection, point at the sound source, and bob your head to the beat. The light matches the pulsation to the music. You twirl your finger to signal the light to continue syncing with the rhythm of all subsequent songs. Continue..
2024.05.16 18:42 The-Unseen-1 The awakening of the heart
Part 16: The awakening of the heart
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As the Mysterious Stranger and the Seeker leave the old castle behind, they continue on the snow-covered path. A path appears on the right side, following parallel to their own. The two paths merge into one, which leads towards a volcano. As they progress, another parallel path from the left side merges as well with the current one.
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In the distance, the Seeker spots a building, where the path tilts uphill. A sign points at a crossroad. An intersection, between realms. The crossroads, where all timelines meet up: Where the westward and the eastward paths meets the northern road.
Where the paths meet, stands a tavern. The lights are on. The chimney is smoking. A sign shows its name:
'The Red Ditch Inn'
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“Wanna get something to drink,” asks the Stranger the Seeker.
“Sure, why not,” accepts the Seeker.
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Before he opens the door knob, the Stranger hesitates and speaks to the Seeker:
“This is the bar, where the timelines of our souls meet up. This is the crossing of our life-paths, the intersection of fate. Be prepared, for what happens next.”
The Seeker and the Stranger walk into the building. As they open the door, they are started by the loud conversations. The inn is full. Many tables with different animals of all species.
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The table in the center of the bar, has a label saying: 'Spirituality'
Around that table sit all kinds of different birds and animals. Pigeons, squirrels, Reptiles, cats, dogs, wolves, foxes, crows, mice, sloths. They are mostly talking about crystals and past lives.
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There was a table, which said: 'astralprojection'. There sat an old bear, who carries many scars, wounded by countless battles, teaching young bear cups, who attentively listen to their elders. Some are making notes.
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Next to it, is a table with a label saying: 'Enlightenment'
There sit some parrots all repeating the same mantra in unison:
“BEFORE ENLIGHTENMENT CHOP WOOD CARRY WATER, AFTER ENLIGHTENMENT CHOP WOOD CARRY WATER.”
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There is another table, called: 'Awakened'
There sit a caterpillar, a spider, a scorpion and an eagle.
“You have an Ego,” shouts the caterpillar at the spider, pointing his finger.
“No, you have an Ego,” shouts the spider back at the caterpillar.
“You both have an Ego,” accuses the scorpion both the caterpillar and the spider.
“Hey,” shouts the bird. “I am the eagle here!”
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Next to it, is the table of 'nonduality'. The chairs are completely empty. There is no one here.
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On the other side there is another table with many different birds and mammals, some more exotic animals from all around the world. The label says 'Soulnexus'. There is someone constantly screaming at the top of their lungs:
“I AM A PROFFESIONAL PSYCHIC READER WITH 14 YEARS OF EXPERIENCE!”
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One table next to it is called 'starseeds'. The people sitting there do not look like animals, but like strange aliens. Some small and green beings, others big and gray, some with fur, some with scales, some humanoid. They were mostly talking about the past, exchanging some old memories. Among them is a chicken, who wears an alien costume.
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As one of the Grey beings stands up to go to the toilet, the chicken whispers to the others:
“Psst guys, I think Fred may not be an actual Starseed.”
The other beings around the table start mumbling.
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There is one more table called 'psychonauts'. The Stranger walks towards their table.
“Jo, wazzup Shawty,” greets the Stranger an old friend at the psychonaut-table, with a fist bump. “Long time no see.”
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“Whoa, it's YOU,” responds the Tiger at the table, with red eyes, smoking his bong. “Last time I've seen you, I was like in DMT realm.”
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“Is Burt anywhere around?” asks the Stranger.
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“He is sitting there in the corner,” responds Shawty. The tiger points at a traumatized racoon sitting in the dark corner.
“I have seen too much,” mumbles the Burt the Racoon with eyes wide open, like a scratched record.
“I have traveled too far... I have seen, what lies within the emptiness. Never again... I will never do shrooms again...”
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Suddenly the waiter taps the racoons shoulder, ripping him out of his thought loop.
“Sir... Do you wanna order anything?”
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“Do you have McKennaii?”
“Yes,” responds the waiter.
“Then I'll have 7 grams,” orders the racoon.
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The Seeker has a sudden thought and looks at the Stranger.
“What does the ' slash' on the tables, stand for?”
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“I don't know...,” shrugs the Stranger. “ It's probably to reserve the table at this inn.”
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The Stranger looks at all the tables, they are all talking and talking. Some are playing poker, others are playing dart, some drunks fight each other. Others talk about their identity or their favorite dogma. Some are showing off, how enlightened they are.
As they stand at the crossroads, they can either go Westwards, Eastwards and Northwards. Many have taken the western route, many have went eastwards, but they always ended back at the 'Red Ditch Inn' again.
The newbies, were unsure, whether to go west or east. The experienced ones, knew it doesn't make a difference, they would end up at the bar again anyway. Some were stuck in the bar since many decades, they had given up hope to ever find a way out. But few of them ever dared to walk northwards.
The Stranger sighs, as he looks around. His eyes flame up, he inhales deeply and climbs on a chair. With a raised voice he speaks:
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“When did we lose our heart?
We lost our heart collectively.
Did we lose it, when we were still cavemen? When we had to survive the cold winters of the ice age? When we hunted down the last Homo Neanderthalensis? Or later on, when the first tribes waged war against each other? Did we lose our heart, when we enslaved each other? Did we lose our hearts, when we dropped atom bombs, or when we caused our first mass extinctions...The crimes, that Humans do in wars... All of us carry the sins of our forefathers on our shoulders.
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We lost our hearts individually.
For the person it starts pretty early in their childhood. We lose our trust, when we are lied to. Almost everyone tastes the pain of Betrayal at least once in life. We are deeply wounded from childhood on. We learn early on, that humans hurt us and thus we become suspicious of humans. We learn not to trust each other. Because we are afraid of being hurt again. And so we close off our heart to protect it.
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What is the heart?
I am not talking about the physical organ. I talk about this part in your 'soul', if I may call it that. It's like the core of our 'soul', of our 'astral body'. The centre of our 'energy' or chakras. We are afraid to open it, because it's very vulnerable. That's why we protect it. We are afraid to open it, because we don't trust each other.
But unless your heart is open, you can never experience unconditional love. Its flame must be activated.
The heart is your connection to everything. The heart is what connects you to 'source', if that's the word, you'd like to use. The heart is from where our love flows.
We have cut off the connection and became separated from the ALL. We made love conditional. We split hating from loving, dislike from like and created duality. We became attached. We let ourselves be corrupted by the Ego.
Now that we have closed the heart, what have we done to the world?
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We turned the world into a place, that almost no one likes. We created a society, that keeps us in narrow boxes. We made the world a lonely place, for everyone to be in. Even in groups, we often feel lonely. We allowed money to rule over us. We allowed ideologies to split us and dogmas to control us.
We have so many different issues, that we just can't seem to overcome. Climate change. Wars. Corrupt politicians. Poverty. Starvation. Meaninglessness. Nihilism.
Where should we start with all that mess?
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With ourselves. That is the place, where the transformation needs to start. We need to evolve. One person at a time. Only then, can the collective transform as well.
We need to open the mind and the heart. To see and to feel. To be aware and to love. We need to find harmony within ourselves. End the inner conflict and find peace within.
Find your own truest path.
Let go of any limiting beliefs. Let go of any attachments. Forgive whoever needs forgiveness and apologize to clear your regrets. Find Love.
Find your light within. See your light in all people. Love your enemies.
Recognize the Ego, be aware of what makes it grow. Become aware of any negative thought patterns. Be disciplined.
Clear your own shadows. Face your Trauma. Heal your inner child.
Get free from all bodily addictions. Be free of fear. Be free of suffering.
See the beauty of all things. Find joy in every moment.
Surrender yourself. Follow the heart. Be proud and courageous. Accept your life and your story. Embrace your story, without being attached to it.
Find your purpose. End the Seeking.
Be your authentic Self. Express Love through your character.
Become Love.
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This is a possible path. And I just gave you the map. It can be walked. It was walked before. But it is a path into unknown territory. Only the bravest of you can walk this path. It's not for the faintest of heart.
You see, you all either follow the path of the left and go westwards or you follow the path on the right and go eastwards... But no matter how far you go, you'll always end up at the crossroads again. You never make any real progress.
What if there is another path? What if there's another way? What if I say, 'let us go north?!'”
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Some of the crowd are in shock. Some are laughing. Others are mumbling.
“You can't walk north,” says a crow from the projectors. “It's impossible.”
“Everyone knows, that the northern road is a dead-end,” says an awakened Caterpillar. “It's a waste of time going up there. You can't go further, than the volcano.”
A psychonaut horse laughs. “That will be fun. Can't wait to see their disappointed faces, when they walk all the way back down.”
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The Stranger continues undeterred:
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“Why are you walking the spiritual path?
You felt called to do it, didn't you? You felt something within you. Something made click. You understood, that there is a deeper truth, that you must find. There was this deep longing within you. So you started walking.
What were the first things, that you were seeking?
You were seeking answers.
What were your first questions? You were asking, 'What is my purpose?' You were asking 'Why am I here'?
And you have searched in so many places. But no matter which answer you got, you were never fully satisfied. Because it wasn't your answer. Because it was someone else's answer.
So you stopped seeking. Either you were content with some unfulfilling answers or you just simply gave up. When did you stop finding your own answers?
Dogma or tradition give us easy answers. When we are attached to them, when we build an identity around them, we become unable to find our own answers. But you can't end Seeking with someone elses answers. Only when you have claimed the answer for yourself, can the Seeker transform into something different. Into something new.
Just ending the Seeker, like cutting off a limb, won't do it. The Seeker needs to find their answer to the question 'What is my purpose?' Not one, they read from textbooks. Not an answer, that someone else can give them. When ONE has found their own unique purpose in life, then instead of 'seeking', there is only 'expressing'.”
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“I see that you are advanced,” speaks an enlightened owl. “However you are blinded by idealism. When you stare into the abyss long enough, the abyss will stare back at you.”
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“My friend,” says the Stranger. “I have not only stared into the abyss, I went to hell and back again to find my answer.”
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Everyone falls silent, the Stranger continues:
“It was always here on earth. Heaven. It was always within us. Take a look around you. There is beauty in all things. If you search for it, you can find joy in every moment. Look for love in the world and you shall find love everywhere. Meet Life with gratitude and wonder. Face your experience, like an adventurer faces his challenge. Express unconditional love through your very being. Because this is how we heal Humanities greatest wound: The scar of nihilism.
It has all become so meaningless to us, hasn't it?
Memorizing knowledge at school or college, that you'll never need in real life. This feeling of being stuck in life. Day to day, going to a dead-end job for minimum wage. Living an unfulfilled life. The shattering of broken dreams. The tears of our suffering.
You know, why everything has become so meaningless?
We let our hearts get cold. After falling, we stopped getting back up again. We stopped facing our challenges.
You see, after every defeat, Humanity always got back up again. No matter how tough the challenge may seemed, Humanity never gave up.
We have forgotten, who we are.
All of us are Humanity. You, Me, everyone. We are all humanity. You, the individual human are HUMANITY. You are the Rest of mankind. Because we are all the same in our essence. When you open your heart, then this is your name: 'HUMANITY'
Because you see yourself in every other human. This is the name of the divine spark that sits within all of us. It is the fire, that burns in our eyes. This is Humanity: An archetype of victory and an idea of unity.
Let me ask you a very direct question. If we all came together to do our part, do you think that we could actually clean up the mess we have created? Do you think we have a chance of not only to survive but even to evolve as a species? And perhaps write even greater stories, than ever before?”
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The entire crowd is silent. Most of them avoid eye contact. People start mumbling.
Then the crowd slowly gets louder again and the conversations on each table, continue as if nothing ever happened.
As the Stranger steps down from the chair, a monkey gets up from one of the tables, points his finger and screams:
“Look guys, this dude has ketchup on his outfit.”
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While the crowd laughs at him, the Stranger goes to the bar and orders two beer. While he waits, he rubs off the ketchup stain from his clothes with his fingernails.
People are looking at him and the Seeker. The Seeker can't bear standing next to the Stranger and leaves the tavern. The Stranger pays for two beers. 140 Pesos. He then follows the Seeker outside.
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“Wanna go already?” asks the Stranger while sipping from his beer.
“Those guys hate you now,” sighs the Seeker.
“Who cares?” shrugs the Stranger, while gulping down the beer in a single go.
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A couple of animals exit the bar. All the animals, that had no place to fit in. All the animals that didn't belong. A rabbit, a cat, a goldfish, a squirrel, a bear, a fox, a goat, a pigeon, an eagle, a chicken in an alien costume and a dog.
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“I will also follow my destiny,” speaks the eagle with determination. His heart is also activated.
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“Alright,” says a bear with burning eyes. “Let's try going north... Perhaps this is how we'll finally get to Axis Mundi.”
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“Going north... that sounds fun,” says the smiling fox. “Let's see how far, we'll come.”
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“We are all gonna die anyway,” sighs the pessimistic goat.
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“I never tried going north before,” contemplates the curious pigeon.
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“10 bucks, that I am first at the top of the volcano,” bets the black cat, while looking at her claws.
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“Deal,” agrees the dog, while hunting his own tail.
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The rabbit thinks about the taste of carrots. She is hungry.
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The squirrel is simply happy and excited for the new adventure. She can't stop dancing.
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The goldfish has no idea, what he's actually doing. He just rolls around in a plastic bag.
“I... I will also walk my path,” speaks up the brave chicken in an alien costume. For the first time, the chickens eyes start burning.
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Together, the new group of friends are traveling the northern road. Towards the volcano. As the sunset illuminates their backs, the animals start singing a new song. A song of excitement, of wonder and of bravery. A song, that goes something like: “We have found a way.”
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As the Mysterious Stranger and the Seeker leave the old castle behind, they continue on the snow-covered path. A path appears on the right side, following parallel to their own. The two paths merge into one, which leads towards a volcano. As they progress, another parallel path from the left side merges as well with the current one.
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In the distance, the Seeker spots a building, where the path tilts uphill. A sign points at a crossroad. An intersection, between realms. The crossroads, where all timelines meet up: Where the westward and the eastward paths meets the northern road.
Where the paths meet, stands a tavern. The lights are on. The chimney is smoking. A sign shows its name:
'The Red Ditch Inn'
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“Wanna get something to drink,” asks the Stranger the Seeker.
“Sure, why not,” accepts the Seeker.
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Before he opens the door knob, the Stranger hesitates and speaks to the Seeker:
“This is the bar, where the timelines of our souls meet up. This is the crossing of our life-paths, the intersection of fate. Be prepared, for what happens next.”
The Seeker and the Stranger walk into the building. As they open the door, they are started by the loud conversations. The inn is full. Many tables with different animals of all species.
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The table in the center of the bar, has a label saying: 'Spirituality'
Around that table sit all kinds of different birds and animals. Pigeons, squirrels, Reptiles, cats, dogs, wolves, foxes, crows, mice, sloths. They are mostly talking about crystals and past lives.
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There was a table, which said: 'astralprojection'. There sat an old bear, who carries many scars, wounded by countless battles, teaching young bear cups, who attentively listen to their elders. Some are making notes.
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Next to it, is a table with a label saying: 'Enlightenment'
There sit some parrots all repeating the same mantra in unison:
“BEFORE ENLIGHTENMENT CHOP WOOD CARRY WATER, AFTER ENLIGHTENMENT CHOP WOOD CARRY WATER.”
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There is another table, called: 'Awakened'
There sit a caterpillar, a spider, a scorpion and an eagle.
“You have an Ego,” shouts the caterpillar at the spider, pointing his finger.
“No, you have an Ego,” shouts the spider back at the caterpillar.
“You both have an Ego,” accuses the scorpion both the caterpillar and the spider.
“Hey,” shouts the bird. “I am the eagle here!”
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Next to it, is the table of 'nonduality'. The chairs are completely empty. There is no one here.
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On the other side there is another table with many different birds and mammals, some more exotic animals from all around the world. The label says 'Soulnexus'. There is someone constantly screaming at the top of their lungs:
“I AM A PROFFESIONAL PSYCHIC READER WITH 14 YEARS OF EXPERIENCE!”
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One table next to it is called 'starseeds'. The people sitting there do not look like animals, but like strange aliens. Some small and green beings, others big and gray, some with fur, some with scales, some humanoid. They were mostly talking about the past, exchanging some old memories. Among them is a chicken, who wears an alien costume.
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As one of the Grey beings stands up to go to the toilet, the chicken whispers to the others:
“Psst guys, I think Fred may not be an actual Starseed.”
The other beings around the table start mumbling.
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There is one more table called 'psychonauts'. The Stranger walks towards their table.
“Jo, wazzup Shawty,” greets the Stranger an old friend at the psychonaut-table, with a fist bump. “Long time no see.”
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“Whoa, it's YOU,” responds the Tiger at the table, with red eyes, smoking his bong. “Last time I've seen you, I was like in DMT realm.”
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“Is Burt anywhere around?” asks the Stranger.
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“He is sitting there in the corner,” responds Shawty. The tiger points at a traumatized racoon sitting in the dark corner.
“I have seen too much,” mumbles the Burt the Racoon with eyes wide open, like a scratched record.
“I have traveled too far... I have seen, what lies within the emptiness. Never again... I will never do shrooms again...”
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Suddenly the waiter taps the racoons shoulder, ripping him out of his thought loop.
“Sir... Do you wanna order anything?”
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“Do you have McKennaii?”
“Yes,” responds the waiter.
“Then I'll have 7 grams,” orders the racoon.
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The Seeker has a sudden thought and looks at the Stranger.
“What does the ' slash' on the tables, stand for?”
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“I don't know...,” shrugs the Stranger. “ It's probably to reserve the table at this inn.”
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The Stranger looks at all the tables, they are all talking and talking. Some are playing poker, others are playing dart, some drunks fight each other. Others talk about their identity or their favorite dogma. Some are showing off, how enlightened they are.
As they stand at the crossroads, they can either go Westwards, Eastwards and Northwards. Many have taken the western route, many have went eastwards, but they always ended back at the 'Red Ditch Inn' again.
The newbies, were unsure, whether to go west or east. The experienced ones, knew it doesn't make a difference, they would end up at the bar again anyway. Some were stuck in the bar since many decades, they had given up hope to ever find a way out. But few of them ever dared to walk northwards.
The Stranger sighs, as he looks around. His eyes flame up, he inhales deeply and climbs on a chair. With a raised voice he speaks:
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“When did we lose our heart?
We lost our heart collectively.
Did we lose it, when we were still cavemen? When we had to survive the cold winters of the ice age? When we hunted down the last Homo Neanderthalensis? Or later on, when the first tribes waged war against each other? Did we lose our heart, when we enslaved each other? Did we lose our hearts, when we dropped atom bombs, or when we caused our first mass extinctions...The crimes, that Humans do in wars... All of us carry the sins of our forefathers on our shoulders.
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We lost our hearts individually.
For the person it starts pretty early in their childhood. We lose our trust, when we are lied to. Almost everyone tastes the pain of Betrayal at least once in life. We are deeply wounded from childhood on. We learn early on, that humans hurt us and thus we become suspicious of humans. We learn not to trust each other. Because we are afraid of being hurt again. And so we close off our heart to protect it.
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What is the heart?
I am not talking about the physical organ. I talk about this part in your 'soul', if I may call it that. It's like the core of our 'soul', of our 'astral body'. The centre of our 'energy' or chakras. We are afraid to open it, because it's very vulnerable. That's why we protect it. We are afraid to open it, because we don't trust each other.
But unless your heart is open, you can never experience unconditional love. Its flame must be activated.
The heart is your connection to everything. The heart is what connects you to 'source', if that's the word, you'd like to use. The heart is from where our love flows.
We have cut off the connection and became separated from the ALL. We made love conditional. We split hating from loving, dislike from like and created duality. We became attached. We let ourselves be corrupted by the Ego.
Now that we have closed the heart, what have we done to the world?
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We turned the world into a place, that almost no one likes. We created a society, that keeps us in narrow boxes. We made the world a lonely place, for everyone to be in. Even in groups, we often feel lonely. We allowed money to rule over us. We allowed ideologies to split us and dogmas to control us.
We have so many different issues, that we just can't seem to overcome. Climate change. Wars. Corrupt politicians. Poverty. Starvation. Meaninglessness. Nihilism.
Where should we start with all that mess?
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With ourselves. That is the place, where the transformation needs to start. We need to evolve. One person at a time. Only then, can the collective transform as well.
We need to open the mind and the heart. To see and to feel. To be aware and to love. We need to find harmony within ourselves. End the inner conflict and find peace within.
Find your own truest path.
Let go of any limiting beliefs. Let go of any attachments. Forgive whoever needs forgiveness and apologize to clear your regrets. Find Love.
Find your light within. See your light in all people. Love your enemies.
Recognize the Ego, be aware of what makes it grow. Become aware of any negative thought patterns. Be disciplined.
Clear your own shadows. Face your Trauma. Heal your inner child.
Get free from all bodily addictions. Be free of fear. Be free of suffering.
See the beauty of all things. Find joy in every moment.
Surrender yourself. Follow the heart. Be proud and courageous. Accept your life and your story. Embrace your story, without being attached to it.
Find your purpose. End the Seeking.
Be your authentic Self. Express Love through your character.
Become Love.
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This is a possible path. And I just gave you the map. It can be walked. It was walked before. But it is a path into unknown territory. Only the bravest of you can walk this path. It's not for the faintest of heart.
You see, you all either follow the path of the left and go westwards or you follow the path on the right and go eastwards... But no matter how far you go, you'll always end up at the crossroads again. You never make any real progress.
What if there is another path? What if there's another way? What if I say, 'let us go north?!'”
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Some of the crowd are in shock. Some are laughing. Others are mumbling.
“You can't walk north,” says a crow from the projectors. “It's impossible.”
“Everyone knows, that the northern road is a dead-end,” says an awakened Caterpillar. “It's a waste of time going up there. You can't go further, than the volcano.”
A psychonaut horse laughs. “That will be fun. Can't wait to see their disappointed faces, when they walk all the way back down.”
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The Stranger continues undeterred:
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“Why are you walking the spiritual path?
You felt called to do it, didn't you? You felt something within you. Something made click. You understood, that there is a deeper truth, that you must find. There was this deep longing within you. So you started walking.
What were the first things, that you were seeking?
You were seeking answers.
What were your first questions? You were asking, 'What is my purpose?' You were asking 'Why am I here'?
And you have searched in so many places. But no matter which answer you got, you were never fully satisfied. Because it wasn't your answer. Because it was someone else's answer.
So you stopped seeking. Either you were content with some unfulfilling answers or you just simply gave up. When did you stop finding your own answers?
Dogma or tradition give us easy answers. When we are attached to them, when we build an identity around them, we become unable to find our own answers. But you can't end Seeking with someone elses answers. Only when you have claimed the answer for yourself, can the Seeker transform into something different. Into something new.
Just ending the Seeker, like cutting off a limb, won't do it. The Seeker needs to find their answer to the question 'What is my purpose?' Not one, they read from textbooks. Not an answer, that someone else can give them. When ONE has found their own unique purpose in life, then instead of 'seeking', there is only 'expressing'.”
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“I see that you are advanced,” speaks an enlightened owl. “However you are blinded by idealism. When you stare into the abyss long enough, the abyss will stare back at you.”
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“My friend,” says the Stranger. “I have not only stared into the abyss, I went to hell and back again to find my answer.”
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Everyone falls silent, the Stranger continues:
“It was always here on earth. Heaven. It was always within us. Take a look around you. There is beauty in all things. If you search for it, you can find joy in every moment. Look for love in the world and you shall find love everywhere. Meet Life with gratitude and wonder. Face your experience, like an adventurer faces his challenge. Express unconditional love through your very being. Because this is how we heal Humanities greatest wound: The scar of nihilism.
It has all become so meaningless to us, hasn't it?
Memorizing knowledge at school or college, that you'll never need in real life. This feeling of being stuck in life. Day to day, going to a dead-end job for minimum wage. Living an unfulfilled life. The shattering of broken dreams. The tears of our suffering.
You know, why everything has become so meaningless?
We let our hearts get cold. After falling, we stopped getting back up again. We stopped facing our challenges.
You see, after every defeat, Humanity always got back up again. No matter how tough the challenge may seemed, Humanity never gave up.
We have forgotten, who we are.
All of us are Humanity. You, Me, everyone. We are all humanity. You, the individual human are HUMANITY. You are the Rest of mankind. Because we are all the same in our essence. When you open your heart, then this is your name: 'HUMANITY'
Because you see yourself in every other human. This is the name of the divine spark that sits within all of us. It is the fire, that burns in our eyes. This is Humanity: An archetype of victory and an idea of unity.
Let me ask you a very direct question. If we all came together to do our part, do you think that we could actually clean up the mess we have created? Do you think we have a chance of not only to survive but even to evolve as a species? And perhaps write even greater stories, than ever before?”
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The entire crowd is silent. Most of them avoid eye contact. People start mumbling.
Then the crowd slowly gets louder again and the conversations on each table, continue as if nothing ever happened.
As the Stranger steps down from the chair, a monkey gets up from one of the tables, points his finger and screams:
“Look guys, this dude has ketchup on his outfit.”
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While the crowd laughs at him, the Stranger goes to the bar and orders two beer. While he waits, he rubs off the ketchup stain from his clothes with his fingernails.
People are looking at him and the Seeker. The Seeker can't bear standing next to the Stranger and leaves the tavern. The Stranger pays for two beers. 140 Pesos. He then follows the Seeker outside.
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“Wanna go already?” asks the Stranger while sipping from his beer.
“Those guys hate you now,” sighs the Seeker.
“Who cares?” shrugs the Stranger, while gulping down the beer in a single go.
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A couple of animals exit the bar. All the animals, that had no place to fit in. All the animals that didn't belong. A rabbit, a cat, a goldfish, a squirrel, a bear, a fox, a goat, a pigeon, an eagle, a chicken in an alien costume and a dog.
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“I will also follow my destiny,” speaks the eagle with determination. His heart is also activated.
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“Alright,” says a bear with burning eyes. “Let's try going north... Perhaps this is how we'll finally get to Axis Mundi.”
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“Going north... that sounds fun,” says the smiling fox. “Let's see how far, we'll come.”
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“We are all gonna die anyway,” sighs the pessimistic goat.
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“I never tried going north before,” contemplates the curious pigeon.
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“10 bucks, that I am first at the top of the volcano,” bets the black cat, while looking at her claws.
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“Deal,” agrees the dog, while hunting his own tail.
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The rabbit thinks about the taste of carrots. She is hungry.
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The squirrel is simply happy and excited for the new adventure. She can't stop dancing.
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The goldfish has no idea, what he's actually doing. He just rolls around in a plastic bag.
“I... I will also walk my path,” speaks up the brave chicken in an alien costume. For the first time, the chickens eyes start burning.
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Together, the new group of friends are traveling the northern road. Towards the volcano. As the sunset illuminates their backs, the animals start singing a new song. A song of excitement, of wonder and of bravery. A song, that goes something like: “We have found a way.”
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TO BE CONTINUED
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THE ONE TRUE SEEKER AND THE QUESTION OF FREE WILL
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2024.05.16 18:41 Sweet-Count2557 15 Fun Things to Do With Kids in the Phoenix Area
 | 15 Fun Things to Do With Kids in the Phoenix Area As we were strolling through the vibrant streets of Phoenix, a thought suddenly struck us: what are some fun activities we could do with our kids in this bustling city? Well, buckle up because we've got you covered!In this article, we'll take you on a journey through the top 15 fun things to do with your little ones in the Phoenix area.So, whether you're looking for indoor attractions, outdoor adventures, educational experiences, or unique destinations, keep reading to discover the best ways to create unforgettable memories with your family in the Valley of the Sun.Key TakeawaysPhoenix offers a wide range of indoor attractions for kids, including LEGOLAND Discovery Center Arizona, SEA LIFE Arizona Aquarium, and the Arizona Science Center.Families can enjoy unique experiences in Phoenix, such as visiting the Heard Museum, trying indoor skydiving at iFly, or exploring the Crayola Experience.Outdoor activities in Phoenix include hiking Camelback Mountain, exploring historical sites like the Pioneer Living History Museum, and watching Cactus League Baseball games.Families can also enjoy educational attractions like the Musical Instrument Museum, the Desert Botanical Garden, and the Pueblo Grande Museum, which offer opportunities for learning and exploring nature.Indoor AttractionsWhen it comes to indoor attractions in the Phoenix area, there are plenty of exciting options for families to enjoy together. From interactive museums to thrilling puppet shows, there's something for everyone.One of the top indoor attractions for kids in Phoenix is the Arizona Science Center. This museum offers hands-on exhibits and interactive demonstrations that make learning about science fun and engaging.Another must-visit is the Great Arizona Puppet Theater, where families can watch delightful puppet shows that will captivate both children and adults.For a unique experience, families can visit the Musical Instrument Museum (MIM). This museum houses a vast collection of musical instruments from around the world, and visitors can even try playing some of them. It's a great way to introduce children to different cultures and the beauty of music.Another option is the Children's Museum of Phoenix, which offers a wide range of interactive exhibits that encourage creativity and imagination.When it comes to the best family-friendly museums in Phoenix, the Hall of Flame Fire Museum is a must-visit. Here, families can learn about the history of firefighting and see antique fire trucks up close. It's a fascinating and educational experience for kids of all ages.Unique ExperiencesAfter immersing ourselves in the fascinating world of indoor attractions in Phoenix, it's time to embark on a journey of unique experiences that will leave the whole family enthralled.One of these experiences is the iFly indoor skydiving adventure. Imagine the thrill of floating on a cushion of air, defying gravity as you soar through the sky. It's an adrenaline-pumping activity that will make you feel like a superhero. Whether you're an experienced skydiver or a first-timer, iFly offers a safe and exhilarating experience that's suitable for all ages.Another unique experience that shouldn't be missed is the Mirror Maze adventure. Step into a world of illusion and confusion as you navigate your way through a maze of mirrors. It's a mind-bending experience that will challenge your perception and leave you wondering which way is up. Get lost in the infinite reflections and see if you can find your way out. It's a fun and interactive activity that will keep the whole family entertained.These unique experiences offer a break from the ordinary and provide an opportunity for the whole family to create lasting memories. Whether you choose to defy gravity at iFly or get lost in the Mirror Maze, you're sure to have a thrilling and unforgettable time.Water ActivitiesLet's dive into the refreshing world of water activities in the Phoenix area and make a splash with endless fun and excitement. The Phoenix area offers a variety of options for cooling off and having a great time in the water.Here are three exhilarating water activities that your family will love:Splash Pads: Beat the heat at one of the many splash pads scattered throughout the Phoenix area. These interactive water play areas are perfect for kids of all ages. Watch as your little ones squeal with delight as they run through spraying water, dodge waterfalls, and explore the colorful water features. With numerous splash pads to choose from, you'll never run out of options for a splashing good time.Water Parks: For a day full of thrilling water slides, wave pools, and lazy rivers, head to one of the water parks in the Phoenix area. Hurricane Harbor Phoenix is a popular choice, offering an array of adrenaline-pumping slides and attractions. From high-speed water slides to relaxing floating experiences, there's something for everyone in the family. Get ready to make a big splash and create unforgettable memories.SEA LIFE Arizona Aquarium: Dive into an underwater adventure at SEA LIFE Arizona Aquarium. Explore the wonders of the ocean and get up close to fascinating marine creatures. Watch as your kids marvel at the colorful fish, graceful rays, and majestic sharks. With interactive exhibits and educational presentations, the aquarium provides a unique and immersive water experience for the whole family.Whether you choose to cool off at a splash pad, slide down thrilling water slides at a water park, or discover the magic of the underwater world at SEA LIFE Arizona Aquarium, the Phoenix area offers a wide range of water activities that will leave your family feeling refreshed and exhilarated. So grab your swimsuits and get ready to make a splash in the desert oasis.Educational AttractionsAs we continue our exploration of the exciting attractions in the Phoenix area, let's now turn our attention to the educational offerings that are sure to captivate and enlighten both children and adults alike. From interactive exhibits to hands-on learning experiences, these educational attractions provide a unique opportunity for families to engage in fun and educational activities.One of the most popular educational attractions in Phoenix is the Arizona Science Center. With its interactive exhibits and engaging programs, the Science Center offers a hands-on learning experience that sparks curiosity and fosters a love for science. From exploring the wonders of the human body to discovering the mysteries of outer space, there's something for everyone at this educational hotspot.Another must-visit educational attraction is the Musical Instrument Museum (MIM). This one-of-a-kind museum showcases a collection of over 7,000 musical instruments from around the world. Visitors can't only see and learn about these instruments but also have the opportunity to play them in the interactive exhibits. It's a truly immersive experience that brings the joy of music to life.For a glimpse into the rich history and culture of Phoenix, the Pueblo Grande Museum is a must-visit. This archaeological site and museum offers a fascinating look into the ancient Hohokam civilization through exhibits, artifacts, and hands-on activities. Visitors can learn about the daily life, art, and architecture of the Hohokam people while exploring the ruins of their ancient village.To experience the beauty of the desert and learn about its unique ecosystem, the Desert Botanical Garden is the perfect destination. With its stunning collection of desert plants and informative exhibits, the garden provides a wonderful opportunity to learn about the importance of conservation and sustainability.These educational attractions in the Phoenix area offer a blend of entertainment and learning, making them the perfect choice for families looking for a fun and educational experience. Whether it's exploring the wonders of science, playing musical instruments from around the world, delving into the history of ancient civilizations, or discovering the beauty of the desert, these attractions provide a wealth of knowledge and hands-on experiences that will leave both children and adults inspired and enlightened.Children's EntertainmentWe couldn't wait to dive into the world of children's entertainment in the Phoenix area, where a plethora of exciting activities and attractions awaited our little ones. From interactive shows to creative workshops, there was something for everyone to enjoy.Here are three of our favorite children's entertainment options in the Phoenix area:LEGOLAND Discovery Center Arizona: This indoor attraction is a dream come true for LEGO enthusiasts. Kids can explore the LEGO-themed rides, build and race their own LEGO cars, and even learn from master builders in interactive workshops. It's a place where imagination and creativity take center stage.Great Arizona Puppet Theater: Step into a world of enchantment and wonder at the Great Arizona Puppet Theater. With captivating puppet shows that bring stories to life, children can immerse themselves in the magic of puppetry. From classic tales to original productions, every performance is a delight for young and old alike.Childsplay: If your child has a flair for the dramatic, Childsplay is the perfect place to nurture their love for the performing arts. They offer a variety of theater classes and workshops where kids can learn acting, singing, and dancing from professional instructors. It's a wonderful opportunity for them to express themselves and develop their talents.These are just a few examples of the incredible children's entertainment options in the Phoenix area. Whether your little ones are into LEGO, puppetry, or the performing arts, there's something for every child's interest and imagination to thrive.Outdoor ActivitiesAfter immersing ourselves in the world of children's entertainment, we were ready to venture outdoors and explore the exciting activities and attractions that the Phoenix area has to offer. The region is known for its stunning natural beauty and abundant sunshine, making it the perfect destination for outdoor adventures with kids.One of the top outdoor activities in Phoenix is hiking. With its picturesque landscapes and numerous hiking trails, there's something for everyone. Camelback Mountain is a popular choice, offering breathtaking views of the city from its summit.Families can also visit the Pioneer Living History Museum, where they can step back in time and experience what life was like in the Old West.For those who crave a bit more excitement, there are several outdoor adventure parks to choose from. Castles N Coasters is a thrilling amusement park with rides and attractions for all ages. Jakes Unlimited offers a variety of activities including go-karts, mini-golf, and arcade games. And for those who want to beat the heat, Enchanted Island Amusement Park is a water park with slides and splash pads.MuseumsWhen exploring the vibrant city of Phoenix, don't miss out on the opportunity to visit its fascinating museums. Phoenix is home to a variety of museums that offer engaging and educational experiences for both kids and adults. Here are three must-visit museums in Phoenix:Arizona Science Center: This museum is a hub of interactive exhibits that will spark curiosity and inspire young minds. From exploring the wonders of space in the planetarium to getting hands-on with the latest technology in the Maker Space, there's something for everyone to enjoy. Kids can learn about science, technology, engineering, and math through fun and engaging exhibits.Musical Instrument Museum (MIM): At MIM, you can embark on a musical journey around the world. This unique museum showcases a vast collection of musical instruments from different cultures and time periods. Kids can listen to music from different regions, play instruments, and even participate in interactive performances. It's a great opportunity to introduce them to the beauty of music from around the globe.Heard Museum: Immerse yourself in the rich history and culture of Native American tribes at the Heard Museum. This museum houses a remarkable collection of historical artifacts, including pottery, jewelry, and textiles. Kids can learn about the traditions, art, and stories of Native American communities through exhibits and interactive displays.Animal AttractionsIf you're looking for a wild and exciting adventure in Phoenix, be sure to check out the animal attractions that will leave your kids in awe.Phoenix is home to some of the best zoos in the area, where your little ones can get up close and personal with a wide variety of animals. The Phoenix Zoo is a must-visit, with over 1,400 animals and 125 acres of land to explore. Your kids will love seeing giraffes, elephants, and even Komodo dragons. The zoo also offers animal encounters, where your children can meet and learn about their favorite creatures.But the fun doesn't stop there! Butterfly Wonderland is another animal attraction that your kids will love. This indoor rainforest is home to thousands of colorful butterflies, as well as other insects and reptiles. Your children can even participate in the Butterfly Encounter, where they can hold and release butterflies.For an underwater adventure, SEA LIFE Arizona Aquarium is the place to go. This interactive aquarium allows kids to get up close and personal with marine life, including sharks, stingrays, and seahorses. They can even touch starfish and sea anemones in the interactive touch pool.Art and CreativityLet's dive into the vibrant world of art and creativity in Phoenix, where imagination knows no bounds. Whether your little ones are budding Picassos or simply love getting their hands dirty, there are plenty of opportunities for them to explore their artistic side in the Phoenix area.Here are three exciting options that will unleash their creativity:Pottery Painting Classes: Let your kids unleash their inner artists at pottery painting classes. They can choose from a wide range of ceramic pieces, from mugs to figurines, and then let their imaginations run wild as they paint and decorate their creations. Not only will they've a blast, but they'll also take home a unique piece of art to cherish.Creative Art Workshops: Encourage your children to think outside the box and express their creativity through innovative art workshops. These workshops often focus on different artistic techniques and mediums, such as painting, drawing, sculpture, and mixed media. With the guidance of experienced instructors, your little artists will have the opportunity to experiment with various materials and create one-of-a-kind masterpieces.Interactive Art Exhibits: Take your kids to interactive art exhibits that engage all their senses. These exhibits allow children to become part of the artwork, encouraging them to touch, explore, and even contribute to the creative process. From immersive installations to interactive digital displays, these exhibits will spark their imagination and leave a lasting impression.Amusement ParksGet ready for a thrilling adventure at the amusement parks in Phoenix, where excitement and fun await visitors of all ages. If you're a thrill seeker looking for an adrenaline rush, you won't be disappointed. Phoenix is home to some of the best amusement parks that cater to your need for speed and excitement. Whether you're a daredevil or just looking for a fun family outing, these parks have something for everyone.One of the top amusement parks for thrill seekers in Phoenix is Castles N Coasters. This park offers a variety of exhilarating rides, including roller coasters, bumper cars, and a log flume ride. With its thrilling attractions and exciting atmosphere, Castles N Coasters is sure to get your heart racing.For families looking for the best family-friendly attractions, Enchanted Island Amusement Park is a must-visit. This park is perfect for kids of all ages, with a wide range of rides and attractions that are both fun and safe. From gentle carousel rides to exciting mini roller coasters, there's something for everyone at Enchanted Island.Jakes Unlimited is another great option for families. This indoor amusement park offers a mix of arcade games, bumper cars, mini golf, and even a zip line. With so many activities to choose from, your family will have a blast exploring all that Jakes Unlimited has to offer.When it comes to amusement parks in Phoenix, there's no shortage of fun and excitement. Whether you're a thrill seeker or looking for family-friendly attractions, these parks have it all. So grab your family and get ready for a day of adventure and fun at the amusement parks in Phoenix.Historical and Cultural SitesWhen exploring the vibrant city of Phoenix, don't miss the opportunity to immerse yourself in the rich history and diverse culture found at the historical and cultural sites throughout the area. Phoenix isn't just a modern metropolis; it's also home to fascinating sites that offer a glimpse into the past and the unique cultures that have shaped this region.Here are three must-visit historical and cultural sites that will captivate both kids and adults:Pioneer Living History Museum: Step back in time and experience what life was like in the Old West at the Pioneer Living History Museum. This immersive outdoor museum showcases authentic 19th-century buildings and artifacts, and offers interactive activities such as gold panning and blacksmith demonstrations. Kids will love dressing up in period costumes and exploring the restored schoolhouse, saloon, and other historic structures.Deer Valley Petroglyph Preserve: Embark on a journey of discovery at the Deer Valley Petroglyph Preserve. This archaeological site is home to over 1,500 petroglyphs created by the ancient Hohokam people. Take a guided tour to learn about the significance of these rock carvings and gain insight into the Hohokam culture. Kids will be fascinated by the intricate designs and the stories they tell.Heard Museum: Delve into Native American art, history, and culture at the Heard Museum. This renowned institution showcases a vast collection of traditional and contemporary art, including pottery, jewelry, textiles, and sculptures. Kids can participate in hands-on activities, such as weaving and pottery making, and learn about the rich traditions and contributions of Native American tribes.These historical and cultural sites offer a chance to explore the past and gain a deeper appreciation for the diverse cultures that have shaped Phoenix. So, grab your family and embark on an adventure of discovery at the Pioneer Living History Museum and the Deer Valley Petroglyph Preserve, and don't forget to visit the Heard Museum for a truly immersive cultural experience.Water ParksWater parks in the Phoenix area offer a refreshing and thrilling escape from the desert heat, providing endless fun and excitement for the whole family. When it comes to water parks, Phoenix has some of the best in the country. Let's take a look at the top water parks in Phoenix and the best water park attractions for kids.One of the top water parks in Phoenix is Hurricane Harbor Phoenix. This park boasts a variety of attractions that are sure to keep kids entertained all day long. From thrilling water slides to relaxing lazy rivers, there's something for everyone at Hurricane Harbor. The little ones can splash around in the children's play areas, while older kids can brave the giant water slides.Another great water park in Phoenix is SEA LIFE Arizona Aquarium. While not a traditional water park, it offers an underwater adventure like no other. Kids can explore the wonders of the ocean through interactive exhibits and even touch some of the marine life. It's a great way to combine learning and fun in one.For a more laid-back water park experience, splash pads are a popular choice. These water playgrounds are scattered throughout the city and offer a safe and fun environment for kids to cool off. They feature fountains, sprays, and other interactive elements that are sure to keep kids entertained for hours.SportsNow let's dive into the exciting world of sports in the Phoenix area, where there's no shortage of thrilling activities and events to keep both kids and adults entertained.Here are three sports events and activities in Phoenix that are perfect for kids:Cactus League Baseball: Phoenix is home to several Major League Baseball teams that participate in the Cactus League during spring training. Taking your kids to a baseball game is a fantastic way to introduce them to the sport and create lasting memories. They can cheer for their favorite teams, enjoy ballpark food, and experience the excitement of America's pastime.Other Sports: Phoenix offers a wide range of sports options for kids to get involved in. From soccer and basketball to swimming and golf, there are countless opportunities for children to explore different sports and find their passion. Local community centers, sports clubs, and recreational facilities often offer youth leagues and programs that cater to different age groups and skill levels.How to get kids involved in sports in the Phoenix area: Getting kids involved in sports isn't only a great way to keep them active but also helps develop important skills like teamwork, discipline, and perseverance. Encourage your children to try different sports and find something they enjoy. Attend local sports clinics or camps where they can receive professional coaching and guidance. And most importantly, be their biggest cheerleader and support them in their sports endeavors.Gardens and NatureExploring the gardens and nature in the Phoenix area offers a captivating experience that immerses both kids and adults in the beauty and tranquility of the natural world. From botanical gardens to wildlife sanctuaries, there are plenty of opportunities to connect with nature and create lasting memories.One of the must-visit destinations for nature enthusiasts is the Desert Botanical Garden. This stunning botanical garden showcases a wide variety of desert plants and offers a unique opportunity to learn about the diverse ecosystems found in the region. Kids will love exploring the garden's trails and discovering the fascinating plants and wildlife that call the desert home.For those seeking outdoor adventure, Phoenix is home to several outdoor adventure parks and nature trails. These parks offer a range of activities such as hiking, biking, and even zip-lining, providing endless opportunities for families to get active and enjoy the great outdoors. Whether you're looking for a leisurely stroll through a scenic nature trail or an adrenaline-pumping adventure, there's something for everyone.In addition to the botanical gardens and adventure parks, Phoenix is also home to wildlife sanctuaries where kids can get up close and personal with animals. These sanctuaries provide educational experiences and allow children to learn about different species and their habitats. It's a wonderful way to teach kids about the importance of conservation and the need to protect our natural world.Exploring the gardens and nature in the Phoenix area isn't only a fun way to spend time with your kids, but it also offers valuable learning experiences. It allows children to appreciate the beauty of the natural world and develop a deeper understanding and respect for the environment. So, grab your sunscreen and get ready for an unforgettable adventure in the gardens and nature of Phoenix!Phoenix LandmarksWhen visiting Phoenix, be sure to explore the iconic landmarks that make the city truly unique. Here are three must-see Phoenix landmarks that will captivate both kids and adults:Great Arizona Puppet Theater: Step into a world of imagination and wonder at the Great Arizona Puppet Theater. Watch in awe as the talented puppeteers bring characters to life through their skillful performances. From classic fairy tales to original stories, the puppet shows here are a delight for all ages. Let your children's imaginations run wild as they're transported to magical worlds filled with adventure and laughter.Hall of Flame Fire Museum: Delve into the fascinating history of firefighting at the Hall of Flame Fire Museum. Learn about the brave men and women who risk their lives to protect our communities. Explore the impressive collection of vintage fire engines and equipment. Kids will love the interactive exhibits where they can try on firefighter gear and even ride on a mini fire truck. This museum isn't only educational but also a great way to show appreciation for our local heroes.Musical Instrument Museum (MIM): Immerse yourself in the world of music at the Musical Instrument Museum. Discover instruments from across the globe and learn about different musical cultures. Kids can participate in hands-on activities like playing instruments from around the world or creating their own melodies in the interactive exhibits. The MIM also offers live performances and concerts, providing a truly immersive and enriching experience for the whole family.Explore these Phoenix landmarks and create unforgettable memories with your kids. Whether it's the magic of puppet shows, the history of firefighting, or the universal language of music, these attractions will leave a lasting impression on everyone who visits.Frequently Asked QuestionsAre There Any Outdoor Activities Suitable for Kids in the Phoenix Area?There are plenty of outdoor activities suitable for kids in the Phoenix area. Outdoor playgrounds offer endless fun and adventure, while hiking trails provide opportunities for exploration and discovery.With the beautiful weather and stunning landscapes, kids can enjoy playing outside and connecting with nature. Whether it's climbing rocks, running through grassy fields, or spotting wildlife, there's something for every child to enjoy in the great outdoors of Phoenix.What Are Some Popular Historical and Cultural Sites to Visit With Kids in Phoenix?Popular historical sites in Phoenix suitable for kids include:The Heard MuseumPueblo Grande MuseumPioneer Living History MuseumDeer Valley Petroglyph PreserveThese sites offer a fascinating glimpse into the rich history and culture of the region.Fun cultural sites in Phoenix for children include:The Great Arizona Puppet Theater, where kids can enjoy captivating puppet showsThe Musical Instrument Museum, which showcases a wide variety of musical instruments from around the worldThese sites provide a unique and educational experience for kids of all ages.Are There Any Water Parks in the Phoenix Area That Are Suitable for Young Children?There are some great water parks for toddlers in the Phoenix area! In addition to traditional water parks, there are also splash pads scattered throughout the city.These splash pads are perfect for little ones to cool off and have fun in the water. They typically have shallow pools and interactive water features that are safe and enjoyable for young children.Are There Any Sports Activities or Events Specifically Catered Towards Kids in Phoenix?There are several sports activities and events in Phoenix that are specifically catered towards kids. Kids-only sports leagues provide a great opportunity for young athletes to learn and grow in their chosen sport.Additionally, there are fun sports tournaments that allow kids to showcase their skills and compete against other young athletes. These activities not only promote physical fitness but also teach important values like teamwork and sportsmanship.Engaging in sports can be a fun and rewarding experience for kids in Phoenix.Can You Recommend Any Gardens or Nature Parks in Phoenix That Are Kid-Friendly?When it comes to kid-friendly gardens in Phoenix, one place that comes to mind is the Desert Botanical Garden. With its vibrant array of desert plants and beautiful walking trails, it's a perfect spot for families to explore and learn about the unique flora of the region.Another family-friendly nature park is the Phoenix Zoo, where kids can't only see a variety of animals but also enjoy interactive exhibits and educational programs.These destinations offer a fun and educational experience for the whole family to enjoy.ConclusionIn conclusion, Phoenix offers a wide range of exciting and memorable experiences for families with kids. Whether you prefer indoor attractions, outdoor adventures, educational activities, or water parks, there's something for everyone.While some may argue that visiting multiple attractions can be expensive, the memories created and the quality time spent with your children are priceless. So, seize the opportunity to explore Phoenix and create cherished memories that will last a lifetime. submitted by Sweet-Count2557 to worldkidstravel [link] [comments] |
2024.05.16 18:40 ReportsStack Autonomous Delivery Robots Market Size, Industry Trends & Growth Analysis from 2024 to 2030
The global autonomous delivery robots market is poised to achieve a robust compound annual growth rate (CAGR) of approximately 35% by 2027. A significant driver behind this growth is the escalating consumer demand for swift and contactless delivery services. Moreover, the increasing adoption of autonomous delivery robots, attributed to cost reduction and enhanced efficiency in delivery operations, is expected to propel market expansion throughout the forecast period. Sterling Hawkins, co-founder of CART (Center for Advancing Retail and Technology), envisions automated delivery as a transformative force in the industry, potentially slashing delivery costs by 80% to 90% compared to human-operated services.
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Market Trends:
Rapid Technological Advancements: The continuous evolution and refinement of robotics, artificial intelligence (AI), and sensor technologies are driving significant advancements in autonomous delivery robots. These advancements include improvements in navigation systems, object detection capabilities, and overall operational efficiency, enabling robots to navigate complex environments, interact with surroundings, and deliver goods with greater precision and reliability.
Growing Demand for Contactless Delivery: The onset of the COVID-19 pandemic has accelerated the adoption of contactless delivery solutions across various industries. As consumers prioritize safety and hygiene, businesses are increasingly turning to autonomous delivery robots to fulfill orders while minimizing human contact. This heightened demand for contactless delivery is expected to persist even beyond the pandemic, driving sustained growth in the autonomous delivery robots market.
Expansion of Last-Mile Delivery Solutions: Last-mile delivery, the final leg of the delivery process from a distribution center to the customer's doorstep, presents unique challenges for logistics companies, including cost inefficiencies and congestion. Autonomous delivery robots offer a cost-effective and efficient solution for addressing these challenges by autonomously navigating urban environments and delivering packages directly to customers' homes or businesses. As such, there is a growing trend towards the deployment of autonomous delivery robots for last-mile delivery, particularly in densely populated urban areas.
Partnerships and Collaborations: Collaboration and strategic partnerships between robotics companies, logistics providers, e-commerce platforms, and other stakeholders are playing a crucial role in driving innovation and accelerating the adoption of autonomous delivery robots. These partnerships enable companies to leverage complementary strengths, share resources, and collectively address challenges such as regulatory compliance, technology integration, and market expansion. By pooling their expertise and resources, companies can expedite the development and deployment of autonomous delivery robot solutions and gain a competitive edge in the market.
Market Opportunities:
The autonomous delivery robots market presents a myriad of opportunities for businesses across various sectors. Firstly, the increasing demand for contactless delivery solutions, accelerated by the COVID-19 pandemic, creates a ripe opportunity for companies to capitalize on the growing consumer preference for safe and hygienic delivery methods. Additionally, the expansion of e-commerce and the surge in online shopping activities present a significant opportunity for autonomous delivery robots to streamline last-mile delivery operations and meet the escalating demand for fast and efficient delivery services. Furthermore, advancements in technology, particularly in robotics, artificial intelligence, and sensor technologies, offer opportunities for companies to innovate and develop cutting-edge autonomous delivery solutions with enhanced capabilities and functionalities.
According to the recent report published by RC Market Analytics, the Global Autonomous Delivery Robots Market is expected to provide sustainable growth opportunities during the forecast period from 2024 to 2030. This latest industry research study analyzes the autonomous delivery robots market by various product segments, applications, regions and countries while assessing regional performances of numerous leading market participants. The report offers a holistic view of the autonomous delivery robots industry encompassing numerous stakeholders including raw material suppliers, providers, distributors, consumers and government agencies, among others. Furthermore, the report includes detailed quantitative and qualitative analysis of the global market considering market history, product development, regional dynamics, competitive landscape, and key success factors (KSFs) in the industry.
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Geographically, the autonomous delivery robots market report comprises dedicated sections centering on the regional market revenue and trends. The autonomous delivery robots market has been segmented on the basis of geographic regions into North America, Europe, Asia Pacific, Latin America, and the Middle East & Africa. Autonomous delivery robots market estimates have also been provided for the historical years 2020 to 2023 along with forecast for the period from 2024 - 2030.The report includes a deep-dive analysis of key countries including the U.S., Canada, the U.K., Germany, France, Italy, China, Japan, India, Australia, Mexico, Brazil and South Africa, among others. Thereby, the report identifies unique growth opportunities across the world based on trends occurring in various developed and developing economies.
The Autonomous Delivery Robots Market Segmentation:
By Product:
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Market Trends:
Rapid Technological Advancements: The continuous evolution and refinement of robotics, artificial intelligence (AI), and sensor technologies are driving significant advancements in autonomous delivery robots. These advancements include improvements in navigation systems, object detection capabilities, and overall operational efficiency, enabling robots to navigate complex environments, interact with surroundings, and deliver goods with greater precision and reliability.
Growing Demand for Contactless Delivery: The onset of the COVID-19 pandemic has accelerated the adoption of contactless delivery solutions across various industries. As consumers prioritize safety and hygiene, businesses are increasingly turning to autonomous delivery robots to fulfill orders while minimizing human contact. This heightened demand for contactless delivery is expected to persist even beyond the pandemic, driving sustained growth in the autonomous delivery robots market.
Expansion of Last-Mile Delivery Solutions: Last-mile delivery, the final leg of the delivery process from a distribution center to the customer's doorstep, presents unique challenges for logistics companies, including cost inefficiencies and congestion. Autonomous delivery robots offer a cost-effective and efficient solution for addressing these challenges by autonomously navigating urban environments and delivering packages directly to customers' homes or businesses. As such, there is a growing trend towards the deployment of autonomous delivery robots for last-mile delivery, particularly in densely populated urban areas.
Partnerships and Collaborations: Collaboration and strategic partnerships between robotics companies, logistics providers, e-commerce platforms, and other stakeholders are playing a crucial role in driving innovation and accelerating the adoption of autonomous delivery robots. These partnerships enable companies to leverage complementary strengths, share resources, and collectively address challenges such as regulatory compliance, technology integration, and market expansion. By pooling their expertise and resources, companies can expedite the development and deployment of autonomous delivery robot solutions and gain a competitive edge in the market.
Market Opportunities:
The autonomous delivery robots market presents a myriad of opportunities for businesses across various sectors. Firstly, the increasing demand for contactless delivery solutions, accelerated by the COVID-19 pandemic, creates a ripe opportunity for companies to capitalize on the growing consumer preference for safe and hygienic delivery methods. Additionally, the expansion of e-commerce and the surge in online shopping activities present a significant opportunity for autonomous delivery robots to streamline last-mile delivery operations and meet the escalating demand for fast and efficient delivery services. Furthermore, advancements in technology, particularly in robotics, artificial intelligence, and sensor technologies, offer opportunities for companies to innovate and develop cutting-edge autonomous delivery solutions with enhanced capabilities and functionalities.
According to the recent report published by RC Market Analytics, the Global Autonomous Delivery Robots Market is expected to provide sustainable growth opportunities during the forecast period from 2024 to 2030. This latest industry research study analyzes the autonomous delivery robots market by various product segments, applications, regions and countries while assessing regional performances of numerous leading market participants. The report offers a holistic view of the autonomous delivery robots industry encompassing numerous stakeholders including raw material suppliers, providers, distributors, consumers and government agencies, among others. Furthermore, the report includes detailed quantitative and qualitative analysis of the global market considering market history, product development, regional dynamics, competitive landscape, and key success factors (KSFs) in the industry.
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Geographically, the autonomous delivery robots market report comprises dedicated sections centering on the regional market revenue and trends. The autonomous delivery robots market has been segmented on the basis of geographic regions into North America, Europe, Asia Pacific, Latin America, and the Middle East & Africa. Autonomous delivery robots market estimates have also been provided for the historical years 2020 to 2023 along with forecast for the period from 2024 - 2030.The report includes a deep-dive analysis of key countries including the U.S., Canada, the U.K., Germany, France, Italy, China, Japan, India, Australia, Mexico, Brazil and South Africa, among others. Thereby, the report identifies unique growth opportunities across the world based on trends occurring in various developed and developing economies.
The Autonomous Delivery Robots Market Segmentation:
By Product:
- Fully Autonomous
- Semi-Autonomous
- Hardware
- Software
- Healthcare
- Hospitality
- Retail
- Logistics
- E-commerce
- Food & Beverages
- Others
- North America
- Europe
- Asia Pacific
- Latin America
- Middle East & Africa
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- Product popularity and adoption based on various country-level dynamics
- Regional presence and product development for leading market participants
- Market forecasts and trend analysis based on ongoing investments and economic growth in key countries
- Competitive landscape based on revenue, product offerings, years of presence, number of employees and market concentration, among others
- Various industry models such as SWOT analysis, Pestle Analysis, Porter’s Five Force model, Value Chain Analysis pertaining to Autonomous Delivery Robots market
- Analysis of the key factors driving and restraining the growth of the global, regional and country-level markets from 2020-2030
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2024.05.16 18:38 LCsquee Rant
Sorry, I just need a moment to blow steam off about my little guy and his tummy troubles 😭.
So, I was on nutramigen as a baby for an intolerance to milk, as was my first child, a daughter, and now my second child, a little boy, is also on nutramigen for the same reason. Very obviously there's a genetic component 🫠
Both of my children were born early, my daughter at 36 weeks and my son at 34 weeks, who had to have a 12-day NICU stay before he could come home. He's gained weight beautifully thankfully, but coming to the realization that he had issues with dairy and would need even more special attention to his diet has left me a little depressed after the Insanity of his feeding tube and triple feeding at the hospital and just struggling to get him to learn how to eat and put on weight.
With my daughter I did my best to cut out dairy while I combo fed her, and as a vegetarian that was a really tough on me as it eliminated a lot of the foods I ate (I have an issue with soy so it's not like I can replace it with that). Now that I also have a toddler at home, who has outgrown her intolerance like I did and is now eating and drinking lots of dairy, finding time to eat, let alone eat food without dairy in it, is so so hard. I thought that since my boy's symptoms are less severe than my girl's was, I could maybe just still have cheese in my diet. But I noticed that he would get flare-ups of his little baby rash / acne and more gas so I did my best to cut out the cheese.
I didn't even think about it this morning and totally messed up so bad! I stopped at McDonald's for a small iced coffee, a rare treat for myself, and completely forgot that there is milk in it. Milk! The thing that hurts his tummy the most! I am so upset, and he's cluster feeding right now and really wants to nurse. I'm nursing him, and just so sad at the thought of him with gas pains and even more of this baby acne / rash in the coming hours 😭 I could pump, but I have no idea how long it's going to be in my system and all he wants right now is booby. This just sucks. I wish I could stop breastfeeding entirely and just give him straight formula, but him being a preemie has made me so invested in him getting breast milk each day for the antibodies, and my husband is very firm that he wants our second breastfed for a full year like our first was. I'm just so done with all of this.
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So, I was on nutramigen as a baby for an intolerance to milk, as was my first child, a daughter, and now my second child, a little boy, is also on nutramigen for the same reason. Very obviously there's a genetic component 🫠
Both of my children were born early, my daughter at 36 weeks and my son at 34 weeks, who had to have a 12-day NICU stay before he could come home. He's gained weight beautifully thankfully, but coming to the realization that he had issues with dairy and would need even more special attention to his diet has left me a little depressed after the Insanity of his feeding tube and triple feeding at the hospital and just struggling to get him to learn how to eat and put on weight.
With my daughter I did my best to cut out dairy while I combo fed her, and as a vegetarian that was a really tough on me as it eliminated a lot of the foods I ate (I have an issue with soy so it's not like I can replace it with that). Now that I also have a toddler at home, who has outgrown her intolerance like I did and is now eating and drinking lots of dairy, finding time to eat, let alone eat food without dairy in it, is so so hard. I thought that since my boy's symptoms are less severe than my girl's was, I could maybe just still have cheese in my diet. But I noticed that he would get flare-ups of his little baby rash / acne and more gas so I did my best to cut out the cheese.
I didn't even think about it this morning and totally messed up so bad! I stopped at McDonald's for a small iced coffee, a rare treat for myself, and completely forgot that there is milk in it. Milk! The thing that hurts his tummy the most! I am so upset, and he's cluster feeding right now and really wants to nurse. I'm nursing him, and just so sad at the thought of him with gas pains and even more of this baby acne / rash in the coming hours 😭 I could pump, but I have no idea how long it's going to be in my system and all he wants right now is booby. This just sucks. I wish I could stop breastfeeding entirely and just give him straight formula, but him being a preemie has made me so invested in him getting breast milk each day for the antibodies, and my husband is very firm that he wants our second breastfed for a full year like our first was. I'm just so done with all of this.
2024.05.16 18:38 TRAIANVS Walking the Cracked Pot Trail 20 - In Which Erikson Roasts Fans
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Flicker is back in his picture-painting mode as well, as he imagines the backgrounds of these girls. The first sentence is posed as a question, but is really more of a statement. I love the phrase "abandon all pretense of the sedentary". They were clearly from a wealthy background, living a carefree life before, but now they've chosen to drop it all to follow (in this instance literally follow) their favorite artist.
He imagines the scenario surrounding their departure, with the "blubbering excitement", a "slippery gleam in the eye", and of course "a lapdog's brainless zeal". I'm curious about the "slippery" descriptor there. Especially when paired with the lapdog comment, it calls to mind a dog skidding and sliding on a slippery floor as they're completely unable to contain their excitement. Does anyone have a different reading?
Then they stuff a canvas bag full of slips (as in the clothing, not as in paper slips) and "whatnot", showing how they're clearly not thinking this through, but rather just throwing things in their bag and running out the door. I love the comparison to the fakir. First of all, it hearkens back to the Arabian Nights inspiration, while also giving us the image of a fakir rushing to get ready for his act, but more important is how it works as a metaphor.
The Entourage (who as we will soon learn are all young women) are here posed as a performer, performing in front of an old, fat, wealthy man. It really spotlights the power imbalance between them and their idol. Then we end the paragraph on a sentence that I'm having a really hard time figuring out. What is the significance of the rooms being like shrines? Shrines are (definitionally) places of worship. So it's like they're rushing past these places intended for worship in order to worship their idol, perhaps implying that it would have been more productive to stay and worship a real god. But these aren't shrines, but rather rooms like shrines, so it would be a worship of the home or something in that direction. I don't think this would imply a worship of domesticity, the metaphor is not fleshed out enough for that. I think it's simply saying that they should rather try to stay connected to their roots. I must say I'm not fully convinced by this reading. What do you all think?
Then there's the intentionally vague description of their idol. We don't get the name, but he's called He Who Is Worshipped and the Perfect Artist. This is a reminder that we're not talking about particulars, but rather the general case, in particular how people behave in real life fandoms. Let's examine the rest of this paragraph while keeping in mind that this is Erikson is holding up a mirror to us. And you thought you were safe?
The Entourage is always where their artist is. I think this is especially true in the modern day where fans have practically unlimited access to their favourite artists. And they act as defenders of their artist, and notice how at no point here we get any sense that this Perfect Artist asked for any such thing. They build up their own unassailable version of their artist, and then dismiss any criticism except the most basic, toothless ones.
Finally we get these three statements, two quick ones, and a longer one. They "stand sentinel..." is essentially a continuation of the previous sentence. Then they "gush down every sluice". This is a strange turn of phrase to say the least. A sluice is of course a sort of water channel, and since we're in this castle metaphor, it's likely meant as a preventative measure against flooding. But it's not water that's the risk here, but the gushing of the fans.
And lastly they are the stained glass windows that "paint rainbows" on their idol (with a nice alliteration on perfectly and profile). I really like this one. They are not only viewing their idol through rose-tinted glass, but they have made themselves a piece of stained glass, that colors the artist in every color of the rainbow. They are creating a false, or at least exaggerated, image of the artist, and projecting that image to others as well. I think this whole description really mirrors how fanatically devoted some people can get around their favorite artist, and I don't think we should exclude ourselves from this.
The "each life is a wonder..." part is hilarious. This is definitely an example of overpraising, where Flicker uses hyperbolic language while implying a much more subdued meaning. He's now spent two whole paragraphs detailing how ridiculous and vapid the Entourage is, but now he's all "oh the miracle of life etc. etc." So even when he's talking about how he should stop mocking them, he continues the mockery. Absolutely savage.
He then encourages us to not view them with pity or contempt. Possibly because it would be condescending to do so. Certainly nobody likes being viewed that way, and Flicker claims that it is at best unhelpful to take those attitudes. I am a bit confused, however, about the mention of envy. Is Flicker saying that he is envious of them? Or is he warning us to not be envious? Is there a risk, when expressing pity or contempt, of appearing envious? Are the Entourage themselves envious when we do that? I admit I'm kind of lost here. What do you think?
Flicker ends by calling attention to the fact that we haven't really discussed the Entourage's Perfect Artist at all. He's been this remote figure this whole time, almost irrelevant to the conduct of his fans. Note also how he's called an "object". That word has been used once before in this story, and it was to describe the way Purse Snippet was viewed by Calap Roud. This is not an accident. FlickeErikson is saying that the way the Entourage views their Perfect Artist is not entirely dissimilar to the way Calap Roud, a disgusting old pervert, leers at a much younger woman. Again, this is not lust for the artist themself, but rather for the godlike image that the fans have constructed of the artist.
And before we can know that artist, we are going to be introduced to these three young women, each more ridiculous than the last, before we get to their Perfect Artist. Indeed, they must suffer the "bull's eye lantern light of our examination". This is a great description of what Flicker has been doing so far with his ruthless introduction. He also doesn't call it an interrogation or even a description. No, he's simply examining each of these characters, down to their core2.
And that does it for this week's post. Next time we'll be discussing Sellup, the oldest member of the Entourage. See you all next week!
1 I don't know exactly what to do with this seeming error. It strikes me as an editing artifact. That is, Erikson originally wrote this sentence differently, then changed the wording but forgot to change the whole sentence.
2 And it's worth remembering that he may well be making all of this up.
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A lapdog's brainless zeal
The Entourage! Whence comes1 such creatures so eager to abandon all pretense of the sedentary? One envisages haste of blubbering excitement, slippery gleam in the eye, a lapdog’s brainless zeal, as a canvas bag is stuffed full of slips and whatnot, with all the grace of a fakir backstage moments before performing before a gouty king. A whirlwind rush through rooms like shrines, and then out!We get Flicker dropping back into his more heightened style, starting off with a declamation. Remember how we ended the last section
He would unveil himself in Farrog, and then they would all see. Calap Roud, that stunning watery-eyed dancer, Purse Snippet, and the Entourage too—So this is very much an interruption. Previously we had Flicker placing himself inside Brash's head, until he mentions the Entourage, at which point he switches completely and breaks out into this much more heightened description.
Flicker is back in his picture-painting mode as well, as he imagines the backgrounds of these girls. The first sentence is posed as a question, but is really more of a statement. I love the phrase "abandon all pretense of the sedentary". They were clearly from a wealthy background, living a carefree life before, but now they've chosen to drop it all to follow (in this instance literally follow) their favorite artist.
He imagines the scenario surrounding their departure, with the "blubbering excitement", a "slippery gleam in the eye", and of course "a lapdog's brainless zeal". I'm curious about the "slippery" descriptor there. Especially when paired with the lapdog comment, it calls to mind a dog skidding and sliding on a slippery floor as they're completely unable to contain their excitement. Does anyone have a different reading?
Then they stuff a canvas bag full of slips (as in the clothing, not as in paper slips) and "whatnot", showing how they're clearly not thinking this through, but rather just throwing things in their bag and running out the door. I love the comparison to the fakir. First of all, it hearkens back to the Arabian Nights inspiration, while also giving us the image of a fakir rushing to get ready for his act, but more important is how it works as a metaphor.
The Entourage (who as we will soon learn are all young women) are here posed as a performer, performing in front of an old, fat, wealthy man. It really spotlights the power imbalance between them and their idol. Then we end the paragraph on a sentence that I'm having a really hard time figuring out. What is the significance of the rooms being like shrines? Shrines are (definitionally) places of worship. So it's like they're rushing past these places intended for worship in order to worship their idol, perhaps implying that it would have been more productive to stay and worship a real god. But these aren't shrines, but rather rooms like shrines, so it would be a worship of the home or something in that direction. I don't think this would imply a worship of domesticity, the metaphor is not fleshed out enough for that. I think it's simply saying that they should rather try to stay connected to their roots. I must say I'm not fully convinced by this reading. What do you all think?
Holding up a mirror
Pattering feet, a trio, all converging in unsightly gallop quick to feminize into a skip and prance once He Who Is Worshipped is in sight. The Entourage accompanies the Perfect Artist everywhere, gatherings great and small, public and intimate. They build the walls of the formidable, impregnable keep that is the Perfect Artist’s ego. They patrol the moat, flinging away all but the sweetest defecatory intimations of mortality. They stand sentinel in every postern gate, they gush down every sluice, they are the stained glass to paint rainbows upon their beloved’s perfectly turned profile.I absolutely love this image we get here of these three girls "converging in unsightly gallop" with their "pattering feet". It's juxtaposing two images, one dainty and the other the exact opposite. If you've seen one of those videos of cows being released out to pasture after the winter, that's basically what I'm picturing. But as soon as they're in the presence of their idol they switch into an exaggeratedly feminine gait.
Then there's the intentionally vague description of their idol. We don't get the name, but he's called He Who Is Worshipped and the Perfect Artist. This is a reminder that we're not talking about particulars, but rather the general case, in particular how people behave in real life fandoms. Let's examine the rest of this paragraph while keeping in mind that this is Erikson is holding up a mirror to us. And you thought you were safe?
The Entourage is always where their artist is. I think this is especially true in the modern day where fans have practically unlimited access to their favourite artists. And they act as defenders of their artist, and notice how at no point here we get any sense that this Perfect Artist asked for any such thing. They build up their own unassailable version of their artist, and then dismiss any criticism except the most basic, toothless ones.
Finally we get these three statements, two quick ones, and a longer one. They "stand sentinel..." is essentially a continuation of the previous sentence. Then they "gush down every sluice". This is a strange turn of phrase to say the least. A sluice is of course a sort of water channel, and since we're in this castle metaphor, it's likely meant as a preventative measure against flooding. But it's not water that's the risk here, but the gushing of the fans.
And lastly they are the stained glass windows that "paint rainbows" on their idol (with a nice alliteration on perfectly and profile). I really like this one. They are not only viewing their idol through rose-tinted glass, but they have made themselves a piece of stained glass, that colors the artist in every color of the rainbow. They are creating a false, or at least exaggerated, image of the artist, and projecting that image to others as well. I think this whole description really mirrors how fanatically devoted some people can get around their favorite artist, and I don't think we should exclude ourselves from this.
Let's back up a little
But let us not snick and snack overmuch, for each life is a wonder unto itself, and neither contempt nor pity do a soul sound measures of health, lest some issue of envy squeeze free in unexpectedly public revelation. The object of this breathless admiration must wait for each sweet woman’s moment upon the stage in the bull’s eye lantern light of our examination.Flicker yet again addresses the audience directly. The phrase "snick and snack" here is interesting. A snick can of course be a small cut, and there's definitely been enough of those so far. I think the snack is not intended to have a semantic meaning, but is rather intended to complement the onomatopoeic sound of snick. The word "overmuch" is also doing a lot of heavy lifting here. Some snicking and snacking is fine, but let's not get carried away.
The "each life is a wonder..." part is hilarious. This is definitely an example of overpraising, where Flicker uses hyperbolic language while implying a much more subdued meaning. He's now spent two whole paragraphs detailing how ridiculous and vapid the Entourage is, but now he's all "oh the miracle of life etc. etc." So even when he's talking about how he should stop mocking them, he continues the mockery. Absolutely savage.
He then encourages us to not view them with pity or contempt. Possibly because it would be condescending to do so. Certainly nobody likes being viewed that way, and Flicker claims that it is at best unhelpful to take those attitudes. I am a bit confused, however, about the mention of envy. Is Flicker saying that he is envious of them? Or is he warning us to not be envious? Is there a risk, when expressing pity or contempt, of appearing envious? Are the Entourage themselves envious when we do that? I admit I'm kind of lost here. What do you think?
Flicker ends by calling attention to the fact that we haven't really discussed the Entourage's Perfect Artist at all. He's been this remote figure this whole time, almost irrelevant to the conduct of his fans. Note also how he's called an "object". That word has been used once before in this story, and it was to describe the way Purse Snippet was viewed by Calap Roud. This is not an accident. FlickeErikson is saying that the way the Entourage views their Perfect Artist is not entirely dissimilar to the way Calap Roud, a disgusting old pervert, leers at a much younger woman. Again, this is not lust for the artist themself, but rather for the godlike image that the fans have constructed of the artist.
And before we can know that artist, we are going to be introduced to these three young women, each more ridiculous than the last, before we get to their Perfect Artist. Indeed, they must suffer the "bull's eye lantern light of our examination". This is a great description of what Flicker has been doing so far with his ruthless introduction. He also doesn't call it an interrogation or even a description. No, he's simply examining each of these characters, down to their core2.
1 I don't know exactly what to do with this seeming error. It strikes me as an editing artifact. That is, Erikson originally wrote this sentence differently, then changed the wording but forgot to change the whole sentence.
2 And it's worth remembering that he may well be making all of this up.
2024.05.16 18:38 kaycyy-superfan KANYE WEST "BEYOND HUMAN" COMPLEX MAGAZINE PHOTOSHOOT by Chris Milk (2009)
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2024.05.16 18:37 kaycyy-superfan KANYE WEST "BEYOND HUMAN" COMPLEX MAGAZINE PHOTOSHOOT by Chris Milk (2009)
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2024.05.16 18:35 The-Unseen-1 The awakening of the heart
 | Walking the Path together (Part 16)https://preview.redd.it/q2t74w3cft0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=6285733a5de61d31cb31e1e4599c5952d230021dPart 16: The awakening of the heart . . As the Mysterious Stranger and the Seeker leave the old castle behind, they continue on the snow-covered path. A path appears on the right side, following parallel to their own. The two paths merge into one, which leads towards a volcano. As they progress, another parallel path from the left side merges as well with the current one. . In the distance, the Seeker spots a building, where the path tilts uphill. A sign points at a crossroad. An intersection, between realms. The crossroads, where all timelines meet up: Where the westward and the eastward paths meets the northern road. https://preview.redd.it/ickg0u2dft0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=0b5fa4ecd9260473fd86ed9628198e80deec072d Where the paths meet, stands a tavern. The lights are on. The chimney is smoking. A sign shows its name: 'The Red Ditch Inn' https://preview.redd.it/otfmxareft0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=2760ab4c688b32d48af5f0cbea7366d959f7e78e . . “Wanna get something to drink,” asks the Stranger the Seeker. “Sure, why not,” accepts the Seeker. . . Before he opens the door knob, the Stranger hesitates and speaks to the Seeker: “This is the bar, where the timelines of our souls meet up. This is the crossing of our life-paths, the intersection of fate. Be prepared, for what happens next.” The Seeker and the Stranger walk into the building. As they open the door, they are started by the loud conversations. The inn is full. Many tables with different animals of all species. . . The table in the center of the bar, has a label saying: '' Around that table sit all kinds of different birds and animals. Pigeons, squirrels, Reptiles, cats, dogs, wolves, foxes, crows, mice, sloths. They are mostly talking about crystals and past lives. https://preview.redd.it/zqdv1ocgft0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=4c1694d005d7da80fd8b1fc276df1a1ad769cfec . . There was a table, which said: ''. There sat an old bear, who carries many scars, wounded by countless battles, teaching young bear cups, who attentively listen to their elders. Some are making notes. https://preview.redd.it/va2u53fift0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=121c7846772401ef62d3eb891d316b117e5e2a95 Next to it, is a table with a label saying: 'Enlightenment' There sit some parrots all repeating the same mantra in unison: “BEFORE ENLIGHTENMENT CHOP WOOD CARRY WATER, AFTER ENLIGHTENMENT CHOP WOOD CARRY WATER.” https://preview.redd.it/s8t5nhtjft0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=2b85904c62c3eaff4933e26776c32e54d396ca79 . . There is another table, called: 'Awakened' There sit a caterpillar, a spider, a scorpion and an eagle. “You have an Ego,” shouts the caterpillar at the spider, pointing his finger. “No, you have an Ego,” shouts the spider back at the caterpillar. “You both have an Ego,” accuses the scorpion both the caterpillar and the spider. “Hey,” shouts the bird. “I am the eagle here!” https://preview.redd.it/azxybwwkft0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=da0ba38b819bb49ed950234d0ecc7b4557241ca5 . . Next to it, is the table of ''. The chairs are completely empty. There is no one here. https://preview.redd.it/5dtudmnmft0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=95cda16a7f7bdcde14e1c6acca920861fdb7bc0a . . On the other side there is another table with many different birds and mammals, some more exotic animals from all around the world. The label says ''. There is someone constantly screaming at the top of their lungs: “I AM A PROFFESIONAL PSYCHIC READER WITH 14 YEARS OF EXPERIENCE!” https://preview.redd.it/htlx7t4oft0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=58c13f3390548abf946c42949897a24f749a805f . . One table next to it is called ''. The people sitting there do not look like animals, but like strange aliens. Some small and green beings, others big and gray, some with fur, some with scales, some humanoid. They were mostly talking about the past, exchanging some old memories. Among them is a chicken, who wears an alien costume. . As one of the Grey beings stands up to go to the toilet, the chicken whispers to the others: “Psst guys, I think Fred may not be an actual Starseed.” https://preview.redd.it/x4onlblpft0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=3e87edf7926dd1266a4cda563d8e80566d457440 The other beings around the table start mumbling. https://preview.redd.it/fo0eew2rft0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=97bbefc05e0cc815df9b76543844a973b48bc4e0 . . There is one more table called ''. The Stranger walks towards their table. “Jo, wazzup Shawty,” greets the Stranger an old friend at the psychonaut-table, with a fist bump. “Long time no see.” . “Whoa, it's YOU,” responds the Tiger at the table, with red eyes, smoking his bong. “Last time I've seen you, I was like in DMT realm.” . “Is Burt anywhere around?” asks the Stranger. . . “He is sitting there in the corner,” responds Shawty. The tiger points at a traumatized racoon sitting in the dark corner. “I have seen too much,” mumbles the Burt the Racoon with eyes wide open, like a scratched record. “I have traveled too far... I have seen, what lies within the emptiness. Never again... I will never do shrooms again...” . . Suddenly the waiter taps the racoons shoulder, ripping him out of his thought loop. “Sir... Do you wanna order anything?” . “Do you have McKennaii?” “Yes,” responds the waiter. “Then I'll have 7 grams,” orders the racoon. https://preview.redd.it/x822pqvsft0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=fc69a2b4b402b194f34ec41a34863f4328acf375 . . The Seeker has a sudden thought and looks at the Stranger. “What does the ' slash' on the tables, stand for?” . “I don't know...,” shrugs the Stranger. “ It's probably to reserve the table at this inn.” . . . The Stranger looks at all the tables, they are all talking and talking. Some are playing poker, others are playing dart, some drunks fight each other. Others talk about their identity or their favorite dogma. Some are showing off, how enlightened they are. As they stand at the crossroads, they can either go Westwards, Eastwards and Northwards. Many have taken the western route, many have went eastwards, but they always ended back at the 'Red Ditch Inn' again. The newbies, were unsure, whether to go west or east. The experienced ones, knew it doesn't make a difference, they would end up at the bar again anyway. Some were stuck in the bar since many decades, they had given up hope to ever find a way out. But few of them ever dared to walk northwards. https://preview.redd.it/zzrinpkuft0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=7d651c126cb4ae30f944140c6da14421ebc94f2d The Stranger sighs, as he looks around. His eyes flame up, he inhales deeply and climbs on a chair. With a raised voice he speaks: . . . . “When did we lose our heart? We lost our heart collectively. Did we lose it, when we were still cavemen? When we had to survive the cold winters of the ice age? When we hunted down the last Homo Neanderthalensis? Or later on, when the first tribes waged war against each other? Did we lose our heart, when we enslaved each other? Did we lose our hearts, when we dropped atom bombs, or when we caused our first mass extinctions...The crimes, that Humans do in wars... All of us carry the sins of our forefathers on our shoulders. . . We lost our hearts individually. For the person it starts pretty early in their childhood. We lose our trust, when we are lied to. Almost everyone tastes the pain of Betrayal at least once in life. We are deeply wounded from childhood on. We learn early on, that humans hurt us and thus we become suspicious of humans. We learn not to trust each other. Because we are afraid of being hurt again. And so we close off our heart to protect it. . . What is the heart? I am not talking about the physical organ. I talk about this part in your 'soul', if I may call it that. It's like the core of our 'soul', of our 'astral body'. The centre of our 'energy' or chakras. We are afraid to open it, because it's very vulnerable. That's why we protect it. We are afraid to open it, because we don't trust each other. But unless your heart is open, you can never experience unconditional love. Its flame must be activated. The heart is your connection to everything. The heart is what connects you to 'source', if that's the word, you'd like to use. The heart is from where our love flows. We have cut off the connection and became separated from the ALL. We made love conditional. We split hating from loving, dislike from like and created duality. We became attached. We let ourselves be corrupted by the Ego. Now that we have closed the heart, what have we done to the world? . . We turned the world into a place, that almost no one likes. We created a society, that keeps us in narrow boxes. We made the world a lonely place, for everyone to be in. Even in groups, we often feel lonely. We allowed money to rule over us. We allowed ideologies to split us and dogmas to control us. We have so many different issues, that we just can't seem to overcome. Climate change. Wars. Corrupt politicians. Poverty. Starvation. Meaninglessness. Nihilism. Where should we start with all that mess? . . With ourselves. That is the place, where the transformation needs to start. We need to evolve. One person at a time. Only then, can the collective transform as well. We need to open the mind and the heart. To see and to feel. To be aware and to love. We need to find harmony within ourselves. End the inner conflict and find peace within. Find your own truest path. Let go of any limiting beliefs. Let go of any attachments. Forgive whoever needs forgiveness and apologize to clear your regrets. Find Love. Find your light within. See your light in all people. Love your enemies. Recognize the Ego, be aware of what makes it grow. Become aware of any negative thought patterns. Be disciplined. Clear your own shadows. Face your Trauma. Heal your inner child. Get free from all bodily addictions. Be free of fear. Be free of suffering. See the beauty of all things. Find joy in every moment. Surrender yourself. Follow the heart. Be proud and courageous. Accept your life and your story. Embrace your story, without being attached to it. Find your purpose. End the Seeking. Be your authentic Self. Express Love through your character. Become Love. . . . This is a possible path. And I just gave you the map. It can be walked. It was walked before. But it is a path into unknown territory. Only the bravest of you can walk this path. It's not for the faintest of heart. You see, you all either follow the path of the left and go westwards or you follow the path on the right and go eastwards... But no matter how far you go, you'll always end up at the crossroads again. You never make any real progress. What if there is another path? What if there's another way? What if I say, 'let us go north?!'” . . . Some of the crowd are in shock. Some are laughing. Others are mumbling. “You can't walk north,” says a crow from the projectors. “It's impossible.” “Everyone knows, that the northern road is a dead-end,” says an awakened Caterpillar. “It's a waste of time going up there. You can't go further, than the volcano.” https://preview.redd.it/xos6zkewft0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=2c34f29fe33c8e1687f58d780097aa96018acdf2 A psychonaut horse laughs. “That will be fun. Can't wait to see their disappointed faces, when they walk all the way back down.” . . . . . The Stranger continues undeterred: . “Why are you walking the spiritual path? You felt called to do it, didn't you? You felt something within you. Something made click. You understood, that there is a deeper truth, that you must find. There was this deep longing within you. So you started walking. What were the first things, that you were seeking? You were seeking answers. What were your first questions? You were asking, 'What is my purpose?' You were asking 'Why am I here'? And you have searched in so many places. But no matter which answer you got, you were never fully satisfied. Because it wasn't your answer. Because it was someone else's answer. So you stopped seeking. Either you were content with some unfulfilling answers or you just simply gave up. When did you stop finding your own answers? Dogma or tradition give us easy answers. When we are attached to them, when we build an identity around them, we become unable to find our own answers. But you can't end Seeking with someone elses answers. Only when you have claimed the answer for yourself, can the Seeker transform into something different. Into something new. Just ending the Seeker, like cutting off a limb, won't do it. The Seeker needs to find their answer to the question 'What is my purpose?' Not one, they read from textbooks. Not an answer, that someone else can give them. When ONE has found their own unique purpose in life, then instead of 'seeking', there is only 'expressing'.” . . . “I see that you are advanced,” speaks an enlightened owl. “However you are blinded by idealism. When you stare into the abyss long enough, the abyss will stare back at you.” https://preview.redd.it/dwfw2exxft0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=f4a01cae5bb2c1d82c68ecbe3154896f35642262 “My friend,” says the Stranger. “I have not only stared into the abyss, I went to hell and back again to find my answer.” . . . Everyone falls silent, the Stranger continues: “It was always here on earth. Heaven. It was always within us. Take a look around you. There is beauty in all things. If you search for it, you can find joy in every moment. Look for love in the world and you shall find love everywhere. Meet Life with gratitude and wonder. Face your experience, like an adventurer faces his challenge. Express unconditional love through your very being. Because this is how we heal Humanities greatest wound: The scar of nihilism. It has all become so meaningless to us, hasn't it? Memorizing knowledge at school or college, that you'll never need in real life. This feeling of being stuck in life. Day to day, going to a dead-end job for minimum wage. Living an unfulfilled life. The shattering of broken dreams. The tears of our suffering. You know, why everything has become so meaningless? We let our hearts get cold. After falling, we stopped getting back up again. We stopped facing our challenges. You see, after every defeat, Humanity always got back up again. No matter how tough the challenge may seemed, Humanity never gave up. We have forgotten, who we are. All of us are Humanity. You, Me, everyone. We are all humanity. You, the individual human are HUMANITY. You are the Rest of mankind. Because we are all the same in our essence. When you open your heart, then this is your name: 'HUMANITY' Because you see yourself in every other human. This is the name of the divine spark that sits within all of us. It is the fire, that burns in our eyes. This is Humanity: An archetype of victory and an idea of unity. Let me ask you a very direct question. If we all came together to do our part, do you think that we could actually clean up the mess we have created? Do you think we have a chance of not only to survive but even to evolve as a species? And perhaps write even greater stories, than ever before?” . . . . . The entire crowd is silent. Most of them avoid eye contact. People start mumbling. Then the crowd slowly gets louder again and the conversations on each table, continue as if nothing ever happened. As the Stranger steps down from the chair, a monkey gets up from one of the tables, points his finger and screams: “Look guys, this dude has ketchup on his outfit.” . . While the crowd laughs at him, the Stranger goes to the bar and orders two beer. While he waits, he rubs off the ketchup stain from his clothes with his fingernails. People are looking at him and the Seeker. The Seeker can't bear standing next to the Stranger and leaves the tavern. The Stranger pays for two beers. 140 Pesos. He then follows the Seeker outside. https://preview.redd.it/j2e9vnjzft0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=ecea680fc0e94cb3124a13ac41477df1d39b2197 “Wanna go already?” asks the Stranger while sipping from his beer. “Those guys hate you now,” sighs the Seeker. “Who cares?” shrugs the Stranger, while gulping down the beer in a single go. . . . A couple of animals exit the bar. All the animals, that had no place to fit in. All the animals that didn't belong. A rabbit, a cat, a goldfish, a squirrel, a bear, a fox, a goat, a pigeon, an eagle, a chicken in an alien costume and a dog. . “I will also follow my destiny,” speaks the eagle with determination. His heart is also activated. . https://preview.redd.it/a3aiy8i1gt0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=9e26ee09ac0142c51c2bb2a6de3f99ae7a5c2e20 . “Alright,” says a bear with burning eyes. “Let's try going north... Perhaps this is how we'll finally get to Axis Mundi.” . “Going north... that sounds fun,” says the smiling fox. “Let's see how far, we'll come.” https://preview.redd.it/ynk5op93gt0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=830f2ce5b0177352d9431948069c2d110c9981ea . “We are all gonna die anyway,” sighs the pessimistic goat. . “I never tried going north before,” contemplates the curious pigeon. . “10 bucks, that I am first at the top of the volcano,” bets the black cat, while looking at her claws. . “Deal,” agrees the dog, while hunting his own tail. . The rabbit thinks about the taste of carrots. She is hungry. . The squirrel is simply happy and excited for the new adventure. She can't stop dancing. . The goldfish has no idea, what he's actually doing. He just rolls around in a plastic bag. https://preview.redd.it/0r3gt6v4gt0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=c9c1f6f434ed6470394072cf8c8a56e2b43697ea “I... I will also walk my path,” speaks up the brave chicken in an alien costume. For the first time, the chickens eyes start burning. . . . Together, the new group of friends are traveling the northern road. Towards the volcano. As the sunset illuminates their backs, the animals start singing a new song. A song of excitement, of wonder and of bravery. A song, that goes something like: “We have found a way.” https://preview.redd.it/ejn0g3h6gt0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=9b31e59f6fb6de3444b9c412470103e144e4cc71 . . . TO BE CONTINUED . . . for more content visit: We_Are_Humanity Find previous part Here https://www.reddit.com/We_Are_Humanity/comments/1cg7yqg/what_it_means_to_walk_togethe Find next part Here: . . START JOURNEY HERE: https://www.reddit.com/We_Are_Humanity/comments/17zwf78/the_seeker_and_the_mysterious_stranger_part_1_of_7/ . Checkpoint 4 https://www.reddit.com/We_Are_Humanity/comments/1cbhoml/turning_shit_into_gold/ . Special Bonus Chapters: THE ONE TRUE SEEKER AND THE QUESTION OF FREE WILL https://www.reddit.com/We_Are_Humanity/comments/1cnaanw/special_bonus_chapter_the_one_true_seeker_and_the/ |
2024.05.16 18:33 Defiant_Baby_0201 Milk supply decreased in early pregnancy, but has now increased 5w4d. History of loss
This is kind of niche so bare with me…I had two miscarriages before my current pregnancy. Breastfeeding a toddler. First sign of pregnancy was a decrease in breast fullness, no leaking during letdown and pumping less. Right before both miscarriages my milk and boobs went back to normal. This time, same thing happened right away like 8dpo my supply dropped. But as of yesterday my boobs have been leaking again and are significantly fuller + pumping more. I’m freaking out. Does anyone have any experience with fluctuating milk supply in very early pregnancy?? I’m hyper aware of any bodily changes because of my miscarriage and just need reassurance. Thanks xx
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2024.05.16 18:31 iJustWantTolerance Christianity’s warped understanding of “possible”
A number of times in scheduled debates between atheist commentators and Christian apologists, a topic will arise (or it will be the subject of the debate) where they essentially argue whether or not it is even hypothetically possible for Jesus to have risen from the dead. Sometimes, like when Dillahunty debated whoever Trent Horn, they’ll even try to argue that’s it is reasonable to believe so. Their arguments rely on things that we’ve pretty much all heard before, like the 500 ‘witnesses’, and they’ll construct a definition of reasonable or possible to make their point where “If criteria 1 2 3 and 4 are met then it is reasonable to believe something or possible for that thing to have happened.”
Resurrection has literally never ever happened before in human history.
That seriously is all of the evidence you need to argue not just that it is unreasonable to believe in Jesus’s resurrection but that it is not possible for it to have happened.
Things that are possible are not just things that we can hypothetically conceive of happening in our weird ass brains. Things that are possible are things that have actually happened before.
And just because something happened a long time ago that we don’t have all of the information for in order to 100% certainly describe what happened, does not mean that we SHOULD believe it when people claim that what happened was something that has literally never happened before nor since and that there’s no evidence could ever happen. Nor is it reasonable for you to choose to believe so, nor is it even possible for that thing to have happened, for reasons I just stated.
This is all information that Christians would be in full agreement with on every other subject including every other religion. It only appears to bother them when it comes to Christianity. Could it be because Christianity is an inherently unreasonable belief system where the only Christians you can actually have a rational discussion with are the ones who haven’t yet thrown themselves too much into the core teachings of the Bible so they haven’t yet been trained as hard in mental gymnastics?
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Resurrection has literally never ever happened before in human history.
That seriously is all of the evidence you need to argue not just that it is unreasonable to believe in Jesus’s resurrection but that it is not possible for it to have happened.
Things that are possible are not just things that we can hypothetically conceive of happening in our weird ass brains. Things that are possible are things that have actually happened before.
And just because something happened a long time ago that we don’t have all of the information for in order to 100% certainly describe what happened, does not mean that we SHOULD believe it when people claim that what happened was something that has literally never happened before nor since and that there’s no evidence could ever happen. Nor is it reasonable for you to choose to believe so, nor is it even possible for that thing to have happened, for reasons I just stated.
This is all information that Christians would be in full agreement with on every other subject including every other religion. It only appears to bother them when it comes to Christianity. Could it be because Christianity is an inherently unreasonable belief system where the only Christians you can actually have a rational discussion with are the ones who haven’t yet thrown themselves too much into the core teachings of the Bible so they haven’t yet been trained as hard in mental gymnastics?
2024.05.16 18:29 1RapaciousMF It’s all so simple: insights from a mushroom trip.
Okay, hope this helps one or three people.
I have been struggling for YEARS. Now, I’ve made a LOT of progress in this time. My life is WAY better. But, I still struggle in ways I KNOW are unnecessary.
Having been a long time student of philosophy, Eastern religion, mysticism (though I’m a skeptical atheist, there are babies in the bath water) psychology, pop-psychology, self help, healing modalities etc etc. literally several hundred books.
I was asking myself “what’s going on? Why do I have ALL the answers and yet, here I am, still struggling.” I was extraordinarily intent on getting “the” answer.
I did a low-ish dose of mushrooms and went to the park and was just intently asking this question over and over.
Then it hit me. It’s SO fucking simple. I share the insight in hopes that a couple people will “get it” and be able to escape the apparent trap that resembles what I am in. I saw it all at once, but have to share it in a few “facts”.
Warning: this is not pleasant. I couldn’t believe I “wasted” over half a lifetime ignoring these things, when they are SO obvious.
Facts:
When you don’t want to acknowledge fact one, you create thoughts about non-existent options. You create a world that doesn’t exist as an escape mechanism from the ruthless fact above.
If an option exists, it does. If it doesn’t, it exists as mere thought. Period.
If you don’t know what to do, the action is to find out. This is, of course, an action.
If there isn’t anything you can do about it, it is NOT an option for you. Really.
(Warning, it’s about to get real, you will be triggered)
It is the emotion unwillingness to experience this feeling that prevents you from acting. Full stop.
When you decide not to act, because you don’t want to feel the way you will feel, this is an avoidance and denial mechanism of the above fact, fact 3.
This, you guessed it, is the denial of fact 4.
It is so painfully simple, do the thing, have the condition. Don’t, and you won’t.
There are a myriad intentions and motives within you, the ones you act on determines what you are. If you act on the faint call to be kind, you are a kind person.
Not acting on the thing you want, is a denial of the above fact, fact 5.
The dark side of this is that the fact is neutral. So, if you repeat avoidance and denial as outlined above, this will be how you see yourself, and this will be your life. This IS YOUR LIFE. (if you struggle as I have.)
This is both the source and the result of the denial of the fact above.
This is why you are the person you are, the good aspects and the bad. It’s an impersonal fact of being human. It’s the “hardware” you have. However you show up in the world is the “software”.
The failure to be the person you want to be is the denial of fact 7, repeated.
You are alive now and you have many options. FAR more than you could ever become aware of. What you do about the above facts regarding the condition of your life is your life. What you have done prior to this moment is only information stored in your mind.
This is urgent.
The denial of this fact underlies the denial of all the others. If you felt the actual urgency, you would pick an option appealing to you and act.
Likewise the aspects of your life that suck, you will find the above delusions at play. And the lows in your life will be times you were mired in the delusions.
I’m sure most people are trying to find the exceptions, which may indeed exist. You can do everything right and get hit by a bus. (Bonus fact)
Still, I would propose to you that the reason you are seeking the exceptions in the first place is to be “self consistent” and to not feel as you would were you to acknowledge them.
The search for the exceptions IS YOUR DELUSION at work.
I know this is harsh, but it’s meant with love. Really. You have ti accept your human-ness and let go the mistakes up til now. Forgive yourself. Be willing to pay the emotional price and if you feel sad, or like me, angry at yourself this is simply you paying the emotional price, in real time. You’re doing the right thing!
Now what? That’s for you to decide. Decide what you want and pick an action you are currently willing to pay the price for and. DO IT. Repeat.
If you don’t know what you want, then the first action is to make a decision.
Figure out what you want, find an action you can do and are willing to pay the price for an do it. Repeat. This is ALWAYS the answer.
This is truly living instead of waiting to die.
I hope someone that reads this decides to live!
Oh, and be patient with yourself. It takes as long as it takes and you don’t get to decide this. All you get to decide is whether or not you will truly LIVE while you’re alive.
Love you all, I swear.
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I have been struggling for YEARS. Now, I’ve made a LOT of progress in this time. My life is WAY better. But, I still struggle in ways I KNOW are unnecessary.
Having been a long time student of philosophy, Eastern religion, mysticism (though I’m a skeptical atheist, there are babies in the bath water) psychology, pop-psychology, self help, healing modalities etc etc. literally several hundred books.
I was asking myself “what’s going on? Why do I have ALL the answers and yet, here I am, still struggling.” I was extraordinarily intent on getting “the” answer.
I did a low-ish dose of mushrooms and went to the park and was just intently asking this question over and over.
Then it hit me. It’s SO fucking simple. I share the insight in hopes that a couple people will “get it” and be able to escape the apparent trap that resembles what I am in. I saw it all at once, but have to share it in a few “facts”.
Warning: this is not pleasant. I couldn’t believe I “wasted” over half a lifetime ignoring these things, when they are SO obvious.
Facts:
- The universe/reality doesn’t care. It doesn’t know you exist. It is just being as it is. Full stop.
- There isn’t an option that doesn’t exist for you. There are myriad options for you. And all of them exist.
When you don’t want to acknowledge fact one, you create thoughts about non-existent options. You create a world that doesn’t exist as an escape mechanism from the ruthless fact above.
If an option exists, it does. If it doesn’t, it exists as mere thought. Period.
- For each extant option there are things you can do to bring it about. If there isn’t something you can do to make it real, it isn’t an option.
If you don’t know what to do, the action is to find out. This is, of course, an action.
If there isn’t anything you can do about it, it is NOT an option for you. Really.
(Warning, it’s about to get real, you will be triggered)
- Each action has an emotional price tag. There is a way you will feel when you take the action. Often, it won’t be a feeling you want to feel.
It is the emotion unwillingness to experience this feeling that prevents you from acting. Full stop.
When you decide not to act, because you don’t want to feel the way you will feel, this is an avoidance and denial mechanism of the above fact, fact 3.
- Unwillingness to pay the emotional price is the cause of confusion and delusion.
This, you guessed it, is the denial of fact 4.
It is so painfully simple, do the thing, have the condition. Don’t, and you won’t.
- Whatever you do, you become, instantly. If you want to be a “runner” you must simply run. If you want to be a painter, you must paint.
There are a myriad intentions and motives within you, the ones you act on determines what you are. If you act on the faint call to be kind, you are a kind person.
Not acting on the thing you want, is a denial of the above fact, fact 5.
- Any thought or action, repeated, get easier (relative to conditions) and repeated often enough it will be easier to do it than to not. This is what a “habit” is.
The dark side of this is that the fact is neutral. So, if you repeat avoidance and denial as outlined above, this will be how you see yourself, and this will be your life. This IS YOUR LIFE. (if you struggle as I have.)
This is both the source and the result of the denial of the fact above.
- One of the primary drives of a human is to be “self consistent”. This is a force that will operate to change your view of reality, so that you don’t feel the discomfort of “being wrong”
This is why you are the person you are, the good aspects and the bad. It’s an impersonal fact of being human. It’s the “hardware” you have. However you show up in the world is the “software”.
The failure to be the person you want to be is the denial of fact 7, repeated.
- You are going to die. Sorry to be the one to tell you, but at some point which you may infuence but not decide, this will be all over and the reality you perceive will no longer exist. Others will be left, themselves waiting to die.
You are alive now and you have many options. FAR more than you could ever become aware of. What you do about the above facts regarding the condition of your life is your life. What you have done prior to this moment is only information stored in your mind.
This is urgent.
The denial of this fact underlies the denial of all the others. If you felt the actual urgency, you would pick an option appealing to you and act.
- The process of applying the above facts is truly LIVING rather than waiting to die.
Likewise the aspects of your life that suck, you will find the above delusions at play. And the lows in your life will be times you were mired in the delusions.
I’m sure most people are trying to find the exceptions, which may indeed exist. You can do everything right and get hit by a bus. (Bonus fact)
Still, I would propose to you that the reason you are seeking the exceptions in the first place is to be “self consistent” and to not feel as you would were you to acknowledge them.
The search for the exceptions IS YOUR DELUSION at work.
I know this is harsh, but it’s meant with love. Really. You have ti accept your human-ness and let go the mistakes up til now. Forgive yourself. Be willing to pay the emotional price and if you feel sad, or like me, angry at yourself this is simply you paying the emotional price, in real time. You’re doing the right thing!
Now what? That’s for you to decide. Decide what you want and pick an action you are currently willing to pay the price for and. DO IT. Repeat.
If you don’t know what you want, then the first action is to make a decision.
Figure out what you want, find an action you can do and are willing to pay the price for an do it. Repeat. This is ALWAYS the answer.
This is truly living instead of waiting to die.
I hope someone that reads this decides to live!
Oh, and be patient with yourself. It takes as long as it takes and you don’t get to decide this. All you get to decide is whether or not you will truly LIVE while you’re alive.
Love you all, I swear.
2024.05.16 18:29 Apprehensive_Bird_62 Susano’o and Ragnarok
After reading the newest chapter I have to wonder if Susa’s banishment extended further than the conditions that Amaterasu stated. We know for certain that he was banned from the Japanese pantheon but I wonder if that extended to the godly courts as well.
I only say this because with Susa’s current characterization I just can’t see him voting for ragnarok. The Demi-god argument doesn’t really work cause he’s full blooded. I guess you could argue that he voted just to get the chance to fight a legendary swordsman but there’s no way he could’ve been certain about that and I doubt the god that bowed to a human would put the entire race on the brink of extinction for his own enjoyment.
That being said I think it’d make sense that he was barred from the godly council. Again none of this is stated and it may just be another example of the first chapter not really jiving with the recent god portrayals. What do you guys think?
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I only say this because with Susa’s current characterization I just can’t see him voting for ragnarok. The Demi-god argument doesn’t really work cause he’s full blooded. I guess you could argue that he voted just to get the chance to fight a legendary swordsman but there’s no way he could’ve been certain about that and I doubt the god that bowed to a human would put the entire race on the brink of extinction for his own enjoyment.
That being said I think it’d make sense that he was barred from the godly council. Again none of this is stated and it may just be another example of the first chapter not really jiving with the recent god portrayals. What do you guys think?