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2024.05.16 14:43 AltCocoAndCo Error Cocode [Coclones Origin Lorepost + TLDR]
![Error Cocode [Coclones Origin Lorepost + TLDR]](https://a.thumbs.redditmedia.com/GoXdJ4J2EIHYmCi60ZYXNSG4j7pT8ito_B0aVgRnOS0.jpg "Error Cocode [Coclones Origin Lorepost + TLDR]") | /uw TLDR: A bunch of Cocos from alternate timelines and dimensions fall through a rift and land in this current world. They all have slightly different personalities and hobbies, and go their own separate ways. All of their stories are told on this account, while the original Coco's story remains on the main account. /rw submitted by AltCocoAndCo to wizardposting [link] [comments] “And… hah… why are we hiking up a mountain for this?” “Because his ability will affect basically anything near him. Out here, his powers won’t bring about too much chaos… Thank you for bringing those fruits here, Coco. It means a lot.” The two women, dressed in black and white, stood out like a sore thumb amidst the greens and browns of the forest leading up the mountain. Coco trailed behind Alentu as they ventured higher, her exhaustion quite apparent compared to the latter’s calm and collected steps. Though their physical capabilities seemed miles apart and their gaits completely unalike, there was an invisible harmony to their movement. This ironic harmony extended to their clothing, their outfit and hair colors the exact inverse of each other. In Coco's hand was a basket of various fruits, freshly picked to be delivered to a certain someone. Today was an unfortunate day for the Ventures. One where each would 'pay the price' for their position in the family. All except Alentu, who took it upon herself to look after her family at their weakest and most vulnerable. She had, by chance, also ran into Coco that day, who she had forged an unexpected bond with, one almost unimaginable to anyone who knew her well. They agreed to meet at the outskirts of the forest to bring some goods to It was late afternoon, and they were now halfway to the peak where the cave resided. They had walked uphill for well over an hour, and the incline only grew steeper. To try and ignore the numbness of her feet, Coco tried to strike up a conversation. Coco: "So Alentu, do you... T-think they'll... accept us together?" Alentu: "Accept?" She giggled. "I was the head of the Venture family long before many of the rules were in place, so you have nothing to worry about. You won't go forgetting about me anytime soon, even if you don't officially marry into the family. And after today, you'll see why I don't want you becoming a Venture, for your own sake." Coco: "Ah, yeah... I-I was more meaning, like... Would your family... Like me?" Alentu: "Hmm... It'd be hard to tell without you talking with them one on one. But if we're talking about Coco: "R-right. Well that's good... To be honest, I have been a bit nervous about it all... Not just meeting your family, but telling them we're p-" Alentu: ahem "M-maybe not that part yet... One thing at a time... Let's just focus on first impressions and making sure he's doing alright, okay?" Coco: "Oh, sure- HUH?" Coco's exclamation made them both stop in their tracks. Alentu turned her head quickly, but Coco's finger pointed her gaze ahead of them to a nearby waterfall, or what would be one, if it hadn't been flowing up into the sky. That wasn't all. Loose rocks and trees floated around the mountain's peak, birds flew through the air backwards, and the stone faces of the mountain were jagged and blurry. It was as if they had walked into an unstable simulation of reality. Coco stood in shock as she tried to comprehend what she was looking at, but a tap on her shoulder brought her attention back. Alentu signaled to keep walking and stay cautious, taking her hand and leading her through the lawless, almost artificial world they had entered. As they neared the peak, the anomalous sights grew more and more common, and the terrain more and more hazardous. They carefully climbed the last incline, and atop the mountain awaited a beautiful mess of nature. A sea of flowers and grass covered the ground, the variety of which was exotic and almost timeless. The local flora was still intact, but among it grew untamed vines, metallic displays that mimicked plants, and all kinds of life that had never once grown in that area. There were also several shrines in the area, each having the same features, colors and style, but of completely different makes and materials. Coco: "What the... I-is this what Alentu: "Yes... It's just as bad with everyone else... Having such little control over such strong powers... It's why today's so important for me. I have to protect everyone..." Coco: "Alentu... I-I'm so lost in what... What this is. Everything feels so... broken..." Alentu: "...We should head into the cave. Watch your step, and whatever you do, do NOT go near any smoke. Understand?" Coco: "I do..." Alentu wrapped her arm around Coco and helped her across the dense foliage. They soon reached the cave, and in it layed a blurry mess of static and black smoke. Heeding the warning, Coco kept her distance, averting her gaze from the eyesore within, while Alentu called out into the darkness. Alentu: " Alentu: " Alentu: "...Seriously?" Coco: "O-oh, I don't... I-I came here with Alentu to bring you some food. S-she's my... My..." Alentu: "Coco's my wife." Alentu: "I'm not joking. It won't be official, but... We both found it in our hearts to share our love with another." Coco blushed from the sudden introduction, having never heard her say those words in public, and while Alentu had a confident demeanor and tone, even she looked a bit anxious. The cave was silent apart from the crackling of the rifts forming in reality, as no one really knew what to say next. After a long pause, Alentu: "Thank you... I hope he is watching, too..." Coco: O-oh, s-sure! I'd be happy to! Alentu: "But I really should... Ah, I've already checked up on the others at least once today... Alright, but I need to be back by evening, for everyone else's sake. Today's not a day I can slack off, you know." Coco and Alentu took a seat at the entrance of the cave, sitting in a patch of stone untouched by the smoke. They unpacked their basket of fruit, dividing up the softer fruits between the two, while rolling the ones with peels to During their picnic, they chatted about how Coco and Alentu met, skipping over the more intimate details, and sharing stories from their life to break the ice. Everyone got along well, and though Alentu: "Ah~ Alright, it's best I head back now... I hope you don't get too cold when night comes, Coco: "Oh, you're fine! I share what I grow at home with everyone! It was nice to meet you, too!" Alentu's eyes widened, turning around and running towards the cave, reaching out for Coco. Alentu: "COCO! RUN! The wind is gonna push the smoke into us!" Coco looked in horror at the floor under her, their unaffected safe spot having shrunk to just the space she occupied. Black smoke began to blow around the cave, trapping her in a hazy web. She looked to Alentu, her eyes desperate and in disbelief as her heart sank. What would happen if she got touched? Would she disappear forever? Would she be thrown into another time and space with no way home? Would she be transformed beyond recognition? She screamed in terror and made a run for Alentu, ducking low and reaching out for her. Their hands stretched out for each other, but just as they almost touched, a veil of smoke covered her vision. The smoke had consumed her. When she opened her eyes, she was standing on a bridge in an endless void. There was no land in sight whichever way she turned her head, and the sky was a starry night completely alien to her. Her fear made her too scared to open her mouth, let alone yell for help. She looked down, and saw her reflection rippling in the darkness... No, multiple reflections. The void became a sea of her form. Terrified, she stumbled back, but tripped over the rope suspending the bridge, causing her to fall in. As she fell, she felt her body get caught up in a mass of limbs and hair. These body parts were connected to her reflections, and as one began to scream, the rest followed. They fell together for what felt like forever, but as Coco looked up, she saw the other countless reflections looking back at her, slowly fading from view. She closed her eyes, accepting what was likely her demise. Eventually, she hit the bottom, but instead of the cold impact of death, she fell into a warm embrace, and instead of falling straight down, she fell forwards. Alentu: "Coco! Coco, are you o- AH!" Coco's eyes jolted open, and before her was Alentu, holding her like she never wanted to let her go again. Their hug was tight, but behind her black hair, she saw the familiar sight of the corrupted mountaintop. Coco: "A-Alentu... A-am I still here with you?" Alentu: " Y-yes! T-thank god you're safe, if you had disappeared for good- I-" Alentu's eyes were teary, and her voice unusually shaky. "You only vanished for a second, but that was one of the scariest moments in my life... B-but now..." Coco: "Alentu, I-I was so scared, I-I don't know what happened..." As instructed, while still hugging Alentu, she turned her head to look behind her, and realized the nightmare she experienced really did happen. The reflections she saw were real. The bodies she got tangled up with were even more real, and they were all right behind her. https://preview.redd.it/g7j91mvnas0d1.png?width=1024&format=png&auto=webp&s=2448c5e661a34adb003dfa39743f611ed0cfb6a9 One by one, her mirror images began to climb up from their dog pile. They were all as confused as she was, though they didn't seem to recognize where they were. Getting a good look at them, she could see that they were almost exactly alike, at least in terms of appearance. Once they all realized they were looking at replicas of each other, their panic ensued. "W-what the fuck is this? God damnit, did I drink too much?" "Ah- Mom? Where are you? Where did you go? W-why am I here?" "Mimics? Damnit, what have I gotten myself into?" While their appearances were quite similar, they all seemed to have slightly different personalities and reactions. Some were confrontational and agitated, some were lost and scared, and some were speechless, still trying to understand what happened. The original one stayed in Alentu's arms, holding her close as she watched the unbelievable scene unfold. Alentu: "W-what... S-so, t-this Coco is fine, b-but all of these others have..." Alentu: "And these other Cocos... They can't go back, can they?" The crowd of altworlders began to yell and shout at the voice in the cave. "What the hell? You brought us here, but you can't bring us back?" "Shit! I have to get back home, now! I don't care if I need to give my soul to a chronomancer..." "T-this is the future? O-Or the past? Or even a d-different dimension?? No, that can't be!" "I'm not a god damn clone!" One by one, they ran away, each resolved to accomplish something different. The sudden crowd poured down the unstable mountain, until only one remained, staring back at Coco and Alentu in disbelief. Alentu: "And you?" AltCoco: "Alentu... T-thank god you're here, too?" Alentu: "Hm? Ah, so we've met in your world... Since you're here, I think we need to figure out how we're gonna fix this mess. Please, come with me..." They moved to sit by one of the many shrines near the mountain path. Alentu then led a discussion between the three, asking the other Coco what she remembered about her own world's history. Her description appeared to describe a similar reality to their own, but at an earlier point in time. As such, the events that lead her life were different, and she was only able to recognize Alentu. The two forms of Coco began to discuss more specifics about their own lives. AltCoco: "Huh, s-so you're getting married to someone else, and have a family of your own already... B-but, you're also with Alentu?" Coco: "Yes... But I'm honestly amazed to hear how differently my life could have been if I was born only a few decades earlier..." Alentu: "Where you only met me..." AltCoco: "Yes- A-and Alentu, y-you're almost exactly the same as the one I know... I-it's like I'm talking to the same person. Everything we did together matches up too... B-but now she's..." Alentu: "I'm sorry, Coco... There's not much we can do. I still love you, but..." AltCoco: "Wait! Please! Let me stay with you, Alentu! E-even though we're from different worlds, you're still the same woman I love! Please..." Alentu: "But this world's Coco is..." All three fell silent as an uncomfortable truth settled in: There were two Cocos, but only one Alentu. That wasn't even mentioning the fact that even more were out there in the world, with absolutely no way to control their actions, however reckless they may be. Despair began to creep onto the altworlder's face, tears falling from her eyes as she began to accept her cruel fate. Coco's own face was clouded deep in somber thought, but after gathering her resolve, she spoke up. Coco: "I... I have a proposal, but... You might not like it, Alentu. And it doesn't really solve our other problem..." Alentu: "We're already in a shitty situation. Please, just tell me." Coco: "My family at home needs me. I'm about to have little Iza, and... Since this Coco was ripped away from her own family... Well, I don't think she should be deprived of that joy... You should also be able to spend time with your kids..." AltCoco: "Y-you want me to raise this Alentu's kids instead of you?" Coco: "And... Stay with her... Be a good wife to her, so we all can get a happy ending..." Alentu: "But Coco- A-are you saying you want her to take your place beside me? But that would mean you, yourself, wouldn't be with me... This hurts you more than any of us!" Coco: "I suppose so... I do really care for you, but... I'm the only one that can be there for Mikhail and the kids I planned to raise with him. If we want to spend as much time as possible with family, you, Alentu, are the only family this Coco has. I don't want either of the people I care about to feel like I'm not there for them, so..." AltCoco: "I... I understand... If you're really okay with it, both of you, then... I'd be so happy... I'm honestly scared to think about what I left behind, but, if I can be with Alentu, no matter what time or place..." Alentu: "I'm okay with that... This feels... strange, but... I think it's for the best for each of our families. I love you, Coco, but I know your family needs you. I wanted to make it work despite that... I didn't want to lose you, but-" Coco: "Don't think like that, Alentu! Let's not look at this as a mistake, but a blessing... One that lets everyone find their own happiness. You didn't lose me! Instead, you'll now be able to spend all the time you like with your love! I want to protect your smile no matter what, and leaving it in the hands of someone I know will bring you happiness... I can't possibly be sad about that." AltCoco: "I agree... It means neither of our families will worry... This world's Coco can be with her family, and I can become yours, just as it was before with both of us. I want to make this work, for everyone's sake!" Alentu: "Hah... Coco, that's why I love you. You always know how to cheer me up, and make me feel loved. When I'm with you, my worries always seem to melt away... I accept your proposal. You're both my lover, so I could never look at either of you any differently. To a bright future with our families..." Alentu pulled the two in for a big hug, and gave a kiss to this world's Coco. The two shared their goodbyes and well wishes to each other before Coco sat down in front of her counterpart, a happy look on her face that inspired the other to brighten up. Alentu stood up and ruffled both of their hair, leaving the two by themselves as she waited nearby. The Cocos then turned to each other, smiling as they shook hands. Coco: "To a bright future with our families" AltCoco: "To a bright future with our families" https://preview.redd.it/klgk6wclas0d1.png?width=1024&format=png&auto=webp&s=100636d165f5d3dc02cc4cdd902b16a285b56fe0 |
2024.05.16 14:43 jottrled 1K people are searching for this every month. Could it be a potential startup idea? Niche: Podcasts
When I first began building my own small startups I used to just focus on building things I thought were interesting. I'm a software engineer by trade so I liked building and coding in general, however that led to a few startups that went nowhere. It turned out I thought they were interesting and other people couldn't have cared less, who knew.
It's all a part of the process though. Failing and learning, failing and learning, failing and learning.
Through all the failing I learned that the best way to gauge if a startup idea has any chance of success is if there is SEO potential. This means that if I can target keywords around my startup idea then I know I have a chance to get customers and earn money because people are searching for the specific keywords. The key is to find startup ideas where you can target keywords that have a low keyword difficulty (this means it will be easy to start ranking in the top 10 on Google search) and a high search volume (this means people are currently searching for it).
So here's an idea I came across that fits the bill and a couple of keywords you can target for it.
"A service that not only transcribes podcast episodes but also offers translation into multiple languages. This helps podcasters reach a global audience and expand their listener base beyond language barriers."
It's pretty good to be fair. We have 2 keywords that have a low difficulty with 1 having a huge 2900 people searching for it on Google every month (the other with a very respectable 480 people searching for it). And those numbers are in the US alone so the potential for search volume worldwide is huge.
So there you go. A nice micro saas product that you could start ranking in the top 10 on Google for pretty easily. It could definitely be extended into a full saas too with a few more features. Build it, ship it, launch it, promote it, add it to directories and you could soon start ranking high in Google for it and have those 1000 people see it every month.
What do you think? Has it got legs? I definitely think so.
I share startup ideas like this every week in my newsletter so join me here if this is your type of thing.
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It's all a part of the process though. Failing and learning, failing and learning, failing and learning.
Through all the failing I learned that the best way to gauge if a startup idea has any chance of success is if there is SEO potential. This means that if I can target keywords around my startup idea then I know I have a chance to get customers and earn money because people are searching for the specific keywords. The key is to find startup ideas where you can target keywords that have a low keyword difficulty (this means it will be easy to start ranking in the top 10 on Google search) and a high search volume (this means people are currently searching for it).
So here's an idea I came across that fits the bill and a couple of keywords you can target for it.
What's the idea?
Podcast Transcription Translation Service"A service that not only transcribes podcast episodes but also offers translation into multiple languages. This helps podcasters reach a global audience and expand their listener base beyond language barriers."
What's the SEO Potential?
Check this article out to find out why this is important.It's pretty good to be fair. We have 2 keywords that have a low difficulty with 1 having a huge 2900 people searching for it on Google every month (the other with a very respectable 480 people searching for it). And those numbers are in the US alone so the potential for search volume worldwide is huge.
- Keyword: podcast transcription
- Keyword Difficulty: 18
- Average Search Volume: 2,900 per month
- Keyword: transcribe podcast
- Keyword Difficulty: 18
- Average Search Volume: 480 per month
What do you need to build it?
For this one you will need an API to retrieve podcast transcripts (Check out podscan.fm, it could be the perfect tool for this) or else you could get the audio from the podcasts and use AI to transcribe them (Whisper from OpenAI would be a good solution for this). Then you can use AI to translate the transcripts into whatever languages you want.So there you go. A nice micro saas product that you could start ranking in the top 10 on Google for pretty easily. It could definitely be extended into a full saas too with a few more features. Build it, ship it, launch it, promote it, add it to directories and you could soon start ranking high in Google for it and have those 1000 people see it every month.
What do you think? Has it got legs? I definitely think so.
I share startup ideas like this every week in my newsletter so join me here if this is your type of thing.
2024.05.16 14:43 Mysterious_You6342 Do I try selling my salvage title car or keep it to move across the country?
I am moving to California no later than October, currently I have a 2007 Chevy Equinox that I bought right before coming to college with some money I saved up over the summer. The issue is that it has had problem after problem. Most fixed right now, besides a couple error codes showing on a more extensive code scanner. I have had it for 3 years and Kelly Blue Book is showing that my car for private party trade in is worth $2,500 - $4,000 but trade in value through a dealership (if they take salvage titles) is only worth about $800 - $1500. If I can get all of the small things taken care of, it’s a pretty reliable car with nice space for my fiancée and I plus our two dogs when we want to go small distances.
I mainly used it to commute 4.5 hrs back and forth to college but driving down to California from where I’m at in mine and my fiancés car would be about a 21 hr drive. Right now, I am in a situation where one of the codes showing is something that COULD be a faulty BCM issue (which I just spent close to $800 to fix) so if I take it in for a diagnostics run and it is a faulty BCM, then it’s still under warranty and I don’t have to worry about any additional costs. If it’s not, it’s $175 to look at it and if there’s anything else seriously wrong, who knows how much more I would have to pay. I am in a situation where I have a decent credit score for my age (21) but my credit age is at a grade c and if I didn’t get a great trade price, I don’t want to have to get more than about a $1000 auto loan and have my credit score take a hit RIGHT before moving to California and applying for apartments.
Should I bite the bullet, sell my car on Facebook market place or Craigslist (making it clear it has a salvage title) and hope to get $3,500 out of it to turn around and try to get another okay car to take down to California. Do I hold onto it and spend what I have to to fix it, risk taking it to California just until I can get into a better financial situation and then be able to get a $5,000 car loan for a better car? Because holding onto it is just going to bring down the value of it the longer I have it. I am a girl who wants to know more about cars and all of the people around me are also kind of stuck. Looking for some possible good advice or other insights!!
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I mainly used it to commute 4.5 hrs back and forth to college but driving down to California from where I’m at in mine and my fiancés car would be about a 21 hr drive. Right now, I am in a situation where one of the codes showing is something that COULD be a faulty BCM issue (which I just spent close to $800 to fix) so if I take it in for a diagnostics run and it is a faulty BCM, then it’s still under warranty and I don’t have to worry about any additional costs. If it’s not, it’s $175 to look at it and if there’s anything else seriously wrong, who knows how much more I would have to pay. I am in a situation where I have a decent credit score for my age (21) but my credit age is at a grade c and if I didn’t get a great trade price, I don’t want to have to get more than about a $1000 auto loan and have my credit score take a hit RIGHT before moving to California and applying for apartments.
Should I bite the bullet, sell my car on Facebook market place or Craigslist (making it clear it has a salvage title) and hope to get $3,500 out of it to turn around and try to get another okay car to take down to California. Do I hold onto it and spend what I have to to fix it, risk taking it to California just until I can get into a better financial situation and then be able to get a $5,000 car loan for a better car? Because holding onto it is just going to bring down the value of it the longer I have it. I am a girl who wants to know more about cars and all of the people around me are also kind of stuck. Looking for some possible good advice or other insights!!
2024.05.16 14:42 Unusual-Link4427 Google I/O 2024 Project Astra, Veo, Android 15 and other Updates
 | https://preview.redd.it/etqq1gboas0d1.jpg?width=1200&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=a8664a5a84f61544bee5cbfc39d3f089ac670432 submitted by Unusual-Link4427 to u/Unusual-Link4427 [link] [comments] While the usual hardware announcements were absent, Google I/O 2024 was a sensory overload in the best way possible, showcasing a future powered by multimodal AI. Here's a deep dive into the announcements that stole the show, alongside the low-key arrival of Android 15 Project AstraImagine an AI assistant that doesn't just answer your questions, but sees the world through your eyes. Project Astra, powered by the ever-evolving Gemini AI, promises to do just that. Hold up your phone and point the camera at anything – a confusing piece of code, a forgotten object you desperately need – and Astra will analyze it in real-time. Need help with a complex coding problem? Astra can identify the code and provide explanations. Lost your glasses and can't remember where you put them? Astra might just be able to find them by scanning your surroundings. This revolutionary feature hints at a future where AI seamlessly integrates with our daily lives, becoming a truly helpful companion.Gemini Gets a Multimodal MakeoverGoogle's flagship AI model, Gemini, isn't just getting faster and more powerful; it's also becoming more versatile. While previous versions focused on text-based interactions, Gemini Nano, the on-device AI model found on some Android phones, is receiving a major upgrade. It can now process information beyond text, understanding the world through sights, sounds, and spoken language. Imagine asking your phone "What's that bird singing outside?" and having Gemini Nano not only identify the bird but also show you pictures and videos. This multimodal capability opens up a world of possibilities for on-device AI assistants, making them more responsive and helpful in everyday situations.VeoOpenAI has Sora, Google now has Veo. This groundbreaking text-to-video generation model lets you unleash your creativity like never before. Simply type in a scene or description, and Veo will transform your words into a stunning 1080p video. Want a timelapse of a bustling city street or a serene aerial shot of a landscape? Veo understands cinematic terms like "timelapse" and "aerial shots," allowing you to create professional-looking videos with ease. It even understands how to generate realistic movements of people, animals, and objects. This powerful tool has the potential to revolutionize content creation, making it accessible to anyone with an imagination.AI SearchGoogle Search is no stranger to AI, but I/O 2024 showcased a deeper integration of intelligence into the search experience. AI Overviews, summaries generated by Gemini specifically tailored for your search queries, are now rolling out globally. No more wading through endless text – AI Overviews provide concise overviews, helping you quickly understand the information you need. But the AI doesn't stop there. Google Search is getting even smarter with AI-powered planning. Planning a trip? Search can now create customized itineraries based on your flight information and preferences. Craving a delicious meal but short on inspiration? Search can generate a meal plan with recipes tailored to your dietary needs. This focus on AI-powered planning tools streamlines everyday tasks and makes Google Search an even more valuable resource.Android 15While the spotlight was on AI, Android 15 did make a quiet appearance. Currently in beta, the new iteration of the mobile operating system focuses on improvements under the hood. Users can expect better integration with Gemini, potentially making it the go-to AI assistant on Android devices. Additionally, features like Private Space for hiding sensitive apps and Theft Detection Lock utilizing AI are on the horizon.AI in the FutureThe announcements at Google I/O 2024 were more than just flashy demos. They paint a picture of a future where AI seamlessly integrates with our daily lives, making tasks easier and creativity more accessible. From Project Astra's contextual understanding to Veo's video creation capabilities, Google is pushing the boundaries of multimodal AI. However, with great power comes great responsibility. Google's focus on responsible AI development and user trust was evident throughout the conference, a crucial aspect as these powerful tools become more prevalent. The future of AI is exciting, and Google I/O 2024 has given us a tantalizing glimpse of what's to come. |
2024.05.16 14:41 Arbrand The Trickster's Veil
As far back as I can remember, I had always been passionate about the great outdoors. My love for the wilderness began when I joined the scouts, exploring the diverse landscapes of Southern California, Nevada, Arizona, and Utah. I was never a huge fan of the dry, barren landscapes, but camping provided a much-needed escape from the monotony of Orange County suburbia.
The first time I visited the Pacific Northwest, I was enchanted. The scenery was breathtaking—majestic mountains, lush fields, and meandering rivers. It was clear that anyone who praised the desert's beauty had never laid eyes on the Cascades. Seeing grass and wildflowers growing without irrigation was practically a revelation.
When I was old enough, I moved to Washington state, immersing myself in nature every weekend. My adventures took me hiking through dense forests, camping by serene lakes, and occasionally taking mushrooms under peaceful waterfalls.
I joined several online forums dedicated to outdoor enthusiasts. One community that particularly fascinated me was the Northwest Tomb Raiders. This group of history buffs and thrill-seekers was dedicated to uncovering artifacts, whether Native American relics or treasures hidden in modern ruins. Many members were collectors, fencing their finds to museums and archaeologists, which made it a rather profitable side gig, should you be lucky enough.
In the fall of 2009, an intriguing post appeared on the forum. A user named Lokk claimed to have discovered a cache of artifacts with Scandinavian origins. He couldn't carry everything back due to the treacherous terrain and his age, so he shared the coordinates, hoping someone else could retrieve the items. I scrolled down to see a few posts of people planning to loot it in the Spring, when the paths have reopened. One user, Patagooner, planned on going as early as possible.
Excited by the prospect, I gathered my two friends, Carl and Noah, for the expedition. They weren't as enthusiastic about camping as I was, but after I told them how much a single arrowhead goes for on the black market, they were on board. It was the start of winter now, which had its advantages and disadvantages. On the plus side, the rangers would have a harder time spotting us. On the downside, the harsh conditions posed a serious challenge for two inexperienced hikers.
I must’ve blown about four grand at REI on gear for them, justifying it with the knowledge of how much more I would make with two extra packs. That is of course assuming there really were as many artifacts as Lokk had said, and Patagooner hadn’t beaten me there.
The journey began like any other. We met in the pre-dawn darkness and went over our supplies, ensuring we had everything we needed. By mid-morning, we were on our way, my pickup truck winding up the mountain paths. The roads of Olympic National Park were the epitome of the raw, untamed beauty of the Pacific Northwest.
They snake through ancient forests, where towering Douglas firs and Western hemlocks create a verdant canopy overhead. Mist clings to the trees, giving the landscape an ethereal quality. Occasionally, the forest would open up to reveal breathtaking vistas of snow-capped peaks and deep, shadowy valleys.
As we climbed higher, the landscape grew increasingly desolate. The dense forest thinned out, replaced by rugged terrain and jagged rock formations. The air grew colder, and the first flurries of snow began to fall, dusting the ground in a thin, white layer. The road became narrower and more treacherous, winding precariously along the edge of steep cliffs.
Finally, a road closure blockade signaled the end of our journey in the truck. We unloaded three dirt bikes—one mine, two rentals—and continued up the trail. The bikes roared to life, carrying us several more miles into the wilderness. The trail twisted and turned, cutting through dense underbrush and over fallen logs. The snow began to fall more heavily, blanketing the forest floor and muffling the sound of our engines. The world around us grew quieter, more isolated.
Eventually, the snow became too deep to traverse by bike. We dismounted and prepared to continue on foot. The silence of the forest was profound, broken only by the occasional rustle of branches in the wind. I checked my modern GPS, its screen displaying the coordinates and a relief map of our destination.
The cold air bit into our cheeks as we trudged through the snow-laden forest. The silence was almost oppressive, broken only by the crunch of our footsteps and the occasional call of distant wildlife. The GPS indicated we were close to our destination, but the dense underbrush and uneven terrain made progress slow.
Suddenly, Carl's excited whisper cut through the stillness. "Hey, look at that!"
He pointed to a small, furry creature ambling through the trees. It took a moment to realize what it was—a bear cub, innocently exploring its surroundings.
My heart sank. "Carl, get back," I hissed, my voice low but urgent. "Where there's a cub, there's a..."
Before I could finish, a massive shape exploded from the trees. The mother bear, easily three times the size of the cub, charged at Carl with a ferocity. She was a blur of dark fur and powerful muscles, her roar echoing through the forest.
"Run!" I yelled, but it was too late. The bear was upon Carl, swiping at him with her massive paws. He screamed as he fell to the ground, the bear towering over him. Desperation and adrenaline surged through me. I grabbed the nearest heavy branch and swung it at the bear, hoping to distract her.
Noah joined in, shouting and waving his arms. We had to be careful; one wrong move and she would turn on us. The bear snarled, turning her attention away from Carl for just a moment. It was enough for him to scramble backwards, clutching his bleeding arm.
"We have to get him out of here," I shouted to Noah, who nodded, fear etched on his face. The bear, still enraged, seemed torn between attacking us and protecting her cub.
Using the brief respite, we hauled Carl to his feet. His face was white, and he was clearly in shock. Blood soaked his sleeve, dripping onto the snow. "There's a ranger station about two miles from here," I said, my voice shaking. "We need to get him there. Now."
We half-carried, half-dragged Carl through the forest, every shadow and sound heightening our paranoia.
Finally, after what felt like forever, the small, wooden structure of the ranger station came into view. We had been avoiding the rangers to keep our expedition secret, but now it was our only hope.
Pounding on the door, I prayed for a quick response. The door creaked open, and a weathered face appeared. "What happened?" the ranger demanded, taking in the sight of Carl's bloodied form.
"Bear attack," I gasped. "We need help."
The ranger's expression shifted from suspicion to urgency. "Get him inside. We've got a first aid kit and a radio."
As we eased Carl onto a makeshift bed, the ranger inspected his wounds. "You're lucky," he said after a moment. "The cuts are deep, but they missed any major arteries. He'll need stitches, but we can handle that here. No need for an airlift."
The ranger's face darkened as he turned to me. "What the hell are you boys doing out here?”
I hesitated, "We... we were just exploring."
The ranger's eyes narrowed, his anger palpable. "Exploring? In a restricted area? In the middle of winter? Are you out of your minds?"
He worked quickly and efficiently, cleaning and stitching Carl's wounds. Carl winced but stayed silent, his eyes closed in pain.
"Do you have any idea how dangerous it is out here?" the ranger continued, his voice rising. "The storm, the wildlife... This area is off-limits for a reason! You should have known better." he said, pushing a finger into my chest.
"We'll stay here for the night," he continued, "The storm's getting worse, and it's too dangerous to move him now. We'll reassess in the morning. And count yourself lucky I don't arrest your asses."
Night fell quickly, the storm outside growing more ferocious with each passing minute. The howling wind battered the small ranger station, and the walls creaked under the pressure. We huddled in the main room, the tension thick in the air.
The ranger looked at us sternly. "I need to check the perimeter and make sure everything is secure. There are things out there you don’t want to encounter, especially in this storm."
"Things? What do you mean?" Noah asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
The ranger's expression hardened. "Just stay put. No matter what you see or hear, do not leave this cabin. Understood?"
We nodded, the seriousness in his tone leaving no room for argument. "We'll stay put," I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt.
The ranger grabbed his coat and shotgun. "I'll be back in an hour. Do not leave this cabin." With that, he opened the door and stepped into the raging storm, disappearing into the darkness.
As soon as the door closed, I turned to Noah. "We need to go. Now."
Noah's eyes widened. "Are you crazy? He said to stay put."
"If we wait until morning, we'll be escorted out of here and lose our chance. This might be our only opportunity to find those artifacts."
Noah hesitated with uncertainty "But... what about Carl?"
"He'll be fine here. The ranger can take care of him. We have to do this now."
Reluctantly, Noah nodded. "Alright. Let's take what we can and go."
We quickly looted extra gear from the cabin. I checked the GPS one last time before we slipped out into the storm, the cold wind battering us.
The snow fell heavily, obscuring our vision as we slogged through the forest. The ranger was nowhere in sight as we made our way towards the our destination, each step filled with trepidatious excitement.
The storm began to die down as we approached the coordinates. We stepped into a clearing where the undisturbed snow lay like a pristine white blanket. In the center stood an ancient, weathered stone altar, encircled by intricate wooden carvings, delicate metalwork, and beautifully crafted statues. The sight was breathtaking, a treasure trove, a veritable museum of paganism.
Noah and I exchanged glances, our eyes wide with amazement. "Do you see this?" I whispered, barely able to contain my excitement.
"We're going to be rich," Noah replied, his voice trembling with awe. "These must be worth a fortune!"
We approached cautiously, as if the vision before us might disappear. The craftsmanship was stunning. I reached out to touch a carved wooden idol, marveling at the detail. "This is incredible," I said, my voice barely audible.
We began to load our packs with as many artifacts as we could carry, each one more exquisite than the last. It was beyond our wildest dreams. We were so engrossed in our task that we didn't notice the small figure watching us from the ridge.
It wasn't until I turned to leave that I saw her. A young girl, maybe eight years old, stood there, her blue eyes wide with curiosity. She was dressed in simple, rustic clothing, her blonde straight hair blowing gently in the wind. For a moment, we just stared at each other.
"Noah," I whispered urgently, nudging him. "Look."
He turned, his eyes following my gaze. "What the...?" he muttered, his voice trailing off.
The girl took a tentative step forward, her eyes fixed on the items in our hands. There was no fear in her gaze, only a quiet intensity that made my skin crawl.
"Who are you?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
She tilted her head slightly. "My name is Sigyn."
"What are you doing out here, Sigyn?" Noah asked, his voice shaky.
"I live here,"
"You live here?" I echoed, incredulous. "Is there anyone else around?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"Where?" Noah demanded, looking around nervously.
"Everywhere," she said with a giggle.
The way she said it, so matter-of-factly, bothered me deeply. Noah and I exchanged a look, both of us trying to figure out what to do next.
"We can't take her back to the ranger," Noah started, "We'll lose everything."
I nodded, my mind racing. "Sigyn," I said slowly, "we need to know who else is here. Can you help us?"
She looked at me with her piercing blue eyes, then said, "I'm sorry."
"For what?" Noah asked.
"For what's going to happen to you," she replied, her voice tinged with sadness.
"You need to tell us what's going on," Noah said, grabbing her arm roughly. "Why are you out here alone?"
She looked up at him, unperturbed. "I am not alone," she said softly.
Before we could press her further, a loud, guttural mooing sound echoed through the clearing. We turned towards the direction the girl had come from, and there, emerging from the shadows, was the silhouette of an elk. As it approached, my stomach dropped. Its body was a grotesque amalgamation of life and decay. Its skull was fully exposed, the eye sockets dark and empty. Large patches of its ribs were visible, the flesh around them rotted away.
The elk's movements were slow and deliberate, its head swaying as if in a trance. It walked directly towards us, its hollow eyes fixed on Sigyn. The closer it got, the more the stench of death filled the air—a nauseating mix of decay and earth. I fought the urge to retch.
Sigyn stood up, her expression calm. The monster sniffed her gently, its nostrils flaring. Without a word, she climbed onto its back, mounting it like a horse. It was a surreal and horrifying scene ripped straight from a nightmare.
As she settled onto the elk, she looked back at us, "A thief in the night shall reap what he sows," she said, her voice carrying an otherworldly echo. "Beware the price of stolen dreams."
With that, the beast turned and began to walk away, Sigyn riding it into the shadows of the forest. We stood there, frozen in place. The realization that we were in far over our heads began to sink in. This started to feel like a trap.
We need to get out of here," My voice trembling. "Now."
We turned to leave, our packs heavy with the pilfered goods. But as we took our first steps, the forest around us seemed to come alive. Shadows moved among the trees, and whispers floated on the wind. I quickened my pace, glancing nervously over my shoulder.
"Did you hear that?" Noah asked sharply,
"Just keep moving," I commanded.
A figure emerged from the shadows, blocking our path. It was a man, tall and gaunt, his eyes burning with an intense light. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked, his voice cold and menacing.
"We're leaving," I stammered. "We didn't mean any harm."
The man smirked, and with a swift motion, he raised his hand. More figures appeared, closing in on us from all sides. We were surrounded.
"Run!" I shouted, shoving Noah forward.
We sprinted through the forest, branches whipping at our faces and legs. The figures pursued us, their footsteps silent and relentless.
Noah stumbled and fell, his pack spilling open. Statues scattered across the ground, glinting in the moonlight. "Help!" he cried, scrambling to gather the items.
"Leave them!" I shouted, pulling him to his feet. "We have to keep moving!"
But it was too late, their hands seizing us. I struggled, kicking and thrashing, but their grips were too strong. They forced us to the ground, binding our hands with rough, coarse ropes.
"Please," I begged, "Don't hurt us."
The man who had first appeared stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "A thief in the night," he mocked.
They dragged us through the forest, the trees closing in around us like a cage. We were at their mercy.
In the distance, I could see the elk standing at the edge of the clearing, Sigyn still astride its back. Her eyes met mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of pity. But then they turned away, disappearing into the shadows once more.
We were dragged into the heart of the forest, our struggles futile against the unyielding grip of our captors. As we broke through the treeline, a massive bonfire came into view, its flames licking the night sky. Shadows danced around the clearing, cast by the flickering light. A woman stood at the forefront, her presence commanding.
Her eyes were milk white, devoid of pupils, and her long, flowing white hair cascaded down her back. She was completely naked, her skin pale and marked with intricate symbols. Atop her head, she wore an elk skull, its antlers extending like eerie, skeletal fingers. She beat a drum emblazoned with more of the same cryptic symbols, each thud resonating deep within my chest.
Around the fire, about two dozen people stood, all drinking from crude, horned cups. Their faces were solemn, eyes fixed on the woman as she led them in a haunting chant. The atmosphere was thick with a mix of reverence and intoxication.
We were forced to our knees before the woman, who paused her drumming to look down at us. Her gaze was haunting, as if she could see into the very depths of our souls.
"Who are you?" Noah demanded, his voice trembling.
The woman ignored him, raising her arms to the sky. The chanting grew louder, the rhythm of the drum faster and more frenzied. The air around us seemed to vibrate with energy, the flames of the bonfire growing higher and more intense.
I glanced at Noah, fear mirrored in his eyes. The woman began to speak, her voice low and melodic, but filled with power, in a language I couldn't understand. Suddenly, she stopped, lowering her arms. The chanting ceased, and an silence fell over the clearing. She looked directly at me, her white eyes unblinking.
En tjuv i natten skördar vad han sår, akta dig för drömmar som du stjäl och får.
Hans skratt bevakar lundens gömda stig, där skuggor sveper över skogens liv.
För varje stulet andetag och svek, måste en tjuv möta sitt smärtsamma ödelek.
Tricksterns vilja, vår ande här, så i hans nåd, våra liv bär.
I was terrified and confused. She started again, softer, in a way I could understand.
A thief in the night shall reap what he sows, beware the price of stolen dreams.
His laughter guards our hidden groves, where shadows cloak the forest's seams.
For every stolen breath and lie, a thief must meet his painful end.
The tricksters will, our spirits tie, so in his grace, our lives suspend.
The crowd surged forward, grabbing Noah first. He screamed, his terror echoing through the trees as they pulled him towards a makeshift altar beside the bonfire. The woman chanted louder, her voice rising in a hypnotic rhythm as they began their gruesome work.
They stripped him of his shirt and bound his arms to a wooden frame. I tried to move, to help him, but the grip on my shoulders tightened, pinning me to the ground.
The woman approached Noah, holding a knife with a blade that gleamed in the firelight. She started to slice into his back, her movements deliberate and unhurried. Noah's screams pierced the night as she methodically carved the shape of wings into his flesh.
Blood poured from the wounds, soaking the ground beneath him. The crowd's chant grew louder, almost drowning out his cries. I watched in horror as the woman reached into the incisions, breaking the ribs and pulling them outward, creating a parody of wings.
Noah's agony was unbearable to witness. His screams turned to whimpers, his body convulsing in pain. The woman didn't stop until the work was complete, his lungs exposed and hanging grotesquely from his back.
They lifted Noah's broken body and placed him over the fire. The smell of burning flesh filled the air, making me gag. His life ebbed away as the flames consumed him, the once vibrant light in his eyes fading to nothing.
The woman turned to me, her expression devoid of mercy. "You will meet the same fate," she said, "He demands it."
The smell of burning flesh and the sight of his broken body over the fire was seared into my mind. Despair settled over me as I closed my eyes.
A deafening blast shattered the night. My eyes flew open to see the shaman stumbling backward, a gaping wound in her chest. She collapsed to the ground, her white eyes staring lifelessly into the void.
The villagers turned in shock as another shot rang out, this time hitting one of the men holding me. I twisted free from their grasp and saw the park ranger standing at the edge of the clearing, a pump-action shotgun in his hands. He fired again, the sound echoing through the forest, before one of them tackled him to the ground.
"Run!" he shouted, his voice raw and desperate. "Get the hell out of here!"
I didn't need to be told twice. I sprinted into the darkness, the chaos of the clearing fading behind me. Branches whipped at my face, and the snow underfoot made every step a struggle. I could hear the sounds of fighting and gunshots, but I forced myself to keep moving.
The cold air burned in my lungs, but adrenaline pushed me forward. I didn't stop until I reached the station, my legs threatening to give out from under me. I burst through the door and slammed it behind me.
Inside, Carl lay where we had left him, his face pale and twisted in pain. I stumbled to the radio, my hands trembling as I fumbled with the controls.
"Mayday, mayday!" I yelled into the microphone. "This is an emergency! We need help! Please, someone, come quickly!"
Static filled the room, punctuated by my ragged breaths. I repeated the call, my voice growing more frantic with each passing second. Finally, a voice crackled through the speaker. "This is Ranger Station Bravo. What's your location? Over."
I could barely form the words. "Olympic National Park! The ranger station near mount Christie! We're under attack! Please, send help!"
"Copy that. Help is on the way. Stay put and stay safe. Over."
I collapsed to the floor, my body trembling with exhaustion and fear. Carl moaned softly, his eyes fluttering open. "What… What happened? Where's Noah?”
Tears streamed down my face and I found myself choked up. “He’s gone, man. Help is coming.”
The minutes stretched into an eternity as we waited. The wind howled around the station, and every creak and groan of the structure set my nerves on edge. I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched, that the forest itself was closing in on us.
The radio crackled again, this time with a different voice. "Helicopter en route, ETA fifteen minutes. Prepare for extraction."
I glanced at Carl, his eyes filled with confusion. "Hang on. We're getting out of here."
As the minutes ticked by, I couldn't help but think about the ranger. He had saved my life, but he hadn't made it back. My mind conjured up images of what might have happened to him, the cultists overwhelming him in the darkness. A sense of guilt gnawed at me, knowing he had sacrificed himself for us.
The sound of rotors cut through the night, growing louder as the helicopter approached. I ran to the window and saw its searchlight piercing the treetops, scanning for the station.
I helped Carl to his feet, supporting his weight as we made our way to the hatch. The helicopter hovered above, lowering a rescue basket. The wind from the rotors whipped the snow into a frenzy, but I didn't care. Salvation was finally here.
We secured Carl in the basket first, and I watched as he was hoisted up, disappearing into the safety of the helicopter. My turn was next. I realized that I was now alone and exposed. Fear coursing through me as I scanned around the edge of the forest, expecting to be grabbed and taken seconds before my rescue. But the moment never came. As I gripped the rope, I took one last look at the forest below. The flames of the bonfire still flickered in the distance.
I was lifted into the air, the ground falling away beneath me. The helicopter's crew pulled me inside, and I collapsed onto the floor still holding onto my pack, my body finally giving in to exhaustion. The doors closed, and the helicopter banked away, leaving the horrors of the park behind.
Weeks had passed since the harrowing events, but the memories clung to me like the bitter cold. I had returned to civilization, seeking solace in the familiar chaos of the city. I found a wealthy collector through a network of contacts. The artifacts fetched a price tenfold the cost of gear. The money was substantial, but as I held the cash, it felt like a hollow victory.
Noah's absence weighed heavily on me. His disappearance was chalked up as a missing persons case, and despite my best efforts to explain what had happened, no one believed me. The authorities conducted a search of the area, but they found no trace of the cult, the artifacts, or the clearing. It was as if the forest had swallowed up all the evidence.
I returned to the site where we had parked the truck. The dirt bikes were gone, stolen by opportunistic thieves, but the truck remained. I drove back in silence, the road winding through the dense forest. For a moment, I thought I saw the girl watching me from atop a ridge until I realized it was just paranoia. I stepped on the gas a little harder.
Back home, I checked the Tomb Raiders forum again. The post that had led us into the forest was gone, deleted without a trace. I messaged the mods, but apparently, they don’t keep records to maintain confidentiality. I wrote about our experience, detailing every terrifying moment, but the responses were skeptical at best. Most dismissed it as a work of fiction or a desperate cry for attention.
Time passed, and I tried to return to a semblance of normalcy. Yet, the wilderness called to me stronger than ever. It was my sanctuary, the only place where I could find peace amidst the turmoil. I spent more and more time outdoors than ever before, but now it always felt like I was just running from something.
Determined to prove what had happened, I returned to the forest with a camera and recording equipment. This time, I documented every step, capturing footage of the trees, the snow, and the eerie silence that hung in the air. I retraced our path, hoping to find the clearing again. But each night, as I reviewed the footage, something strange would happen. The files would be corrupted or entire segments missing.
I pressed on. I found the site where Noah had fallen, the ground still bearing faint traces of what had happened. I set up the camera and began to speak, recounting the events in detail. As I spoke, a cold wind swept through the clearing, and the camera's screen flickered. I finished my account and turned to check the recording, only to find the file corrupted once again, the footage replaced by static and a faint, mocking laughter.
I returned home, defeated and exhausted. My attempts to share what I had experienced were met with disbelief and ridicule. The files I managed to save were corrupted beyond recognition. It was as if the forest itself was conspiring against me.
Almost exactly one year later, as I browsed the forums, a new post caught my eye. It was cryptic, eerily similar to the one that had led us into the nightmare. It spoke of another trove of artifacts, hidden deep within the wilderness, waiting to be claimed.
The post was signed with a new name: Skygge. Different handle, same style. Another trap. They had taken so much from me, left scars that would never heal. I opened my drawer, my fingers brushing over the cold metal of my weapons. This was the moment I had been waiting for. This time, I'll be ready.
The forest’s secrets won't remain hidden forever.
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The first time I visited the Pacific Northwest, I was enchanted. The scenery was breathtaking—majestic mountains, lush fields, and meandering rivers. It was clear that anyone who praised the desert's beauty had never laid eyes on the Cascades. Seeing grass and wildflowers growing without irrigation was practically a revelation.
When I was old enough, I moved to Washington state, immersing myself in nature every weekend. My adventures took me hiking through dense forests, camping by serene lakes, and occasionally taking mushrooms under peaceful waterfalls.
I joined several online forums dedicated to outdoor enthusiasts. One community that particularly fascinated me was the Northwest Tomb Raiders. This group of history buffs and thrill-seekers was dedicated to uncovering artifacts, whether Native American relics or treasures hidden in modern ruins. Many members were collectors, fencing their finds to museums and archaeologists, which made it a rather profitable side gig, should you be lucky enough.
In the fall of 2009, an intriguing post appeared on the forum. A user named Lokk claimed to have discovered a cache of artifacts with Scandinavian origins. He couldn't carry everything back due to the treacherous terrain and his age, so he shared the coordinates, hoping someone else could retrieve the items. I scrolled down to see a few posts of people planning to loot it in the Spring, when the paths have reopened. One user, Patagooner, planned on going as early as possible.
Excited by the prospect, I gathered my two friends, Carl and Noah, for the expedition. They weren't as enthusiastic about camping as I was, but after I told them how much a single arrowhead goes for on the black market, they were on board. It was the start of winter now, which had its advantages and disadvantages. On the plus side, the rangers would have a harder time spotting us. On the downside, the harsh conditions posed a serious challenge for two inexperienced hikers.
I must’ve blown about four grand at REI on gear for them, justifying it with the knowledge of how much more I would make with two extra packs. That is of course assuming there really were as many artifacts as Lokk had said, and Patagooner hadn’t beaten me there.
The journey began like any other. We met in the pre-dawn darkness and went over our supplies, ensuring we had everything we needed. By mid-morning, we were on our way, my pickup truck winding up the mountain paths. The roads of Olympic National Park were the epitome of the raw, untamed beauty of the Pacific Northwest.
They snake through ancient forests, where towering Douglas firs and Western hemlocks create a verdant canopy overhead. Mist clings to the trees, giving the landscape an ethereal quality. Occasionally, the forest would open up to reveal breathtaking vistas of snow-capped peaks and deep, shadowy valleys.
As we climbed higher, the landscape grew increasingly desolate. The dense forest thinned out, replaced by rugged terrain and jagged rock formations. The air grew colder, and the first flurries of snow began to fall, dusting the ground in a thin, white layer. The road became narrower and more treacherous, winding precariously along the edge of steep cliffs.
Finally, a road closure blockade signaled the end of our journey in the truck. We unloaded three dirt bikes—one mine, two rentals—and continued up the trail. The bikes roared to life, carrying us several more miles into the wilderness. The trail twisted and turned, cutting through dense underbrush and over fallen logs. The snow began to fall more heavily, blanketing the forest floor and muffling the sound of our engines. The world around us grew quieter, more isolated.
Eventually, the snow became too deep to traverse by bike. We dismounted and prepared to continue on foot. The silence of the forest was profound, broken only by the occasional rustle of branches in the wind. I checked my modern GPS, its screen displaying the coordinates and a relief map of our destination.
Suddenly, Carl's excited whisper cut through the stillness. "Hey, look at that!"
He pointed to a small, furry creature ambling through the trees. It took a moment to realize what it was—a bear cub, innocently exploring its surroundings.
My heart sank. "Carl, get back," I hissed, my voice low but urgent. "Where there's a cub, there's a..."
Before I could finish, a massive shape exploded from the trees. The mother bear, easily three times the size of the cub, charged at Carl with a ferocity. She was a blur of dark fur and powerful muscles, her roar echoing through the forest.
"Run!" I yelled, but it was too late. The bear was upon Carl, swiping at him with her massive paws. He screamed as he fell to the ground, the bear towering over him. Desperation and adrenaline surged through me. I grabbed the nearest heavy branch and swung it at the bear, hoping to distract her.
Noah joined in, shouting and waving his arms. We had to be careful; one wrong move and she would turn on us. The bear snarled, turning her attention away from Carl for just a moment. It was enough for him to scramble backwards, clutching his bleeding arm.
"We have to get him out of here," I shouted to Noah, who nodded, fear etched on his face. The bear, still enraged, seemed torn between attacking us and protecting her cub.
Using the brief respite, we hauled Carl to his feet. His face was white, and he was clearly in shock. Blood soaked his sleeve, dripping onto the snow. "There's a ranger station about two miles from here," I said, my voice shaking. "We need to get him there. Now."
We half-carried, half-dragged Carl through the forest, every shadow and sound heightening our paranoia.
Finally, after what felt like forever, the small, wooden structure of the ranger station came into view. We had been avoiding the rangers to keep our expedition secret, but now it was our only hope.
Pounding on the door, I prayed for a quick response. The door creaked open, and a weathered face appeared. "What happened?" the ranger demanded, taking in the sight of Carl's bloodied form.
"Bear attack," I gasped. "We need help."
The ranger's expression shifted from suspicion to urgency. "Get him inside. We've got a first aid kit and a radio."
As we eased Carl onto a makeshift bed, the ranger inspected his wounds. "You're lucky," he said after a moment. "The cuts are deep, but they missed any major arteries. He'll need stitches, but we can handle that here. No need for an airlift."
The ranger's face darkened as he turned to me. "What the hell are you boys doing out here?”
I hesitated, "We... we were just exploring."
The ranger's eyes narrowed, his anger palpable. "Exploring? In a restricted area? In the middle of winter? Are you out of your minds?"
He worked quickly and efficiently, cleaning and stitching Carl's wounds. Carl winced but stayed silent, his eyes closed in pain.
"Do you have any idea how dangerous it is out here?" the ranger continued, his voice rising. "The storm, the wildlife... This area is off-limits for a reason! You should have known better." he said, pushing a finger into my chest.
"We'll stay here for the night," he continued, "The storm's getting worse, and it's too dangerous to move him now. We'll reassess in the morning. And count yourself lucky I don't arrest your asses."
The ranger looked at us sternly. "I need to check the perimeter and make sure everything is secure. There are things out there you don’t want to encounter, especially in this storm."
"Things? What do you mean?" Noah asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
The ranger's expression hardened. "Just stay put. No matter what you see or hear, do not leave this cabin. Understood?"
We nodded, the seriousness in his tone leaving no room for argument. "We'll stay put," I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt.
The ranger grabbed his coat and shotgun. "I'll be back in an hour. Do not leave this cabin." With that, he opened the door and stepped into the raging storm, disappearing into the darkness.
As soon as the door closed, I turned to Noah. "We need to go. Now."
Noah's eyes widened. "Are you crazy? He said to stay put."
"If we wait until morning, we'll be escorted out of here and lose our chance. This might be our only opportunity to find those artifacts."
Noah hesitated with uncertainty "But... what about Carl?"
"He'll be fine here. The ranger can take care of him. We have to do this now."
Reluctantly, Noah nodded. "Alright. Let's take what we can and go."
We quickly looted extra gear from the cabin. I checked the GPS one last time before we slipped out into the storm, the cold wind battering us.
The snow fell heavily, obscuring our vision as we slogged through the forest. The ranger was nowhere in sight as we made our way towards the our destination, each step filled with trepidatious excitement.
Noah and I exchanged glances, our eyes wide with amazement. "Do you see this?" I whispered, barely able to contain my excitement.
"We're going to be rich," Noah replied, his voice trembling with awe. "These must be worth a fortune!"
We approached cautiously, as if the vision before us might disappear. The craftsmanship was stunning. I reached out to touch a carved wooden idol, marveling at the detail. "This is incredible," I said, my voice barely audible.
We began to load our packs with as many artifacts as we could carry, each one more exquisite than the last. It was beyond our wildest dreams. We were so engrossed in our task that we didn't notice the small figure watching us from the ridge.
It wasn't until I turned to leave that I saw her. A young girl, maybe eight years old, stood there, her blue eyes wide with curiosity. She was dressed in simple, rustic clothing, her blonde straight hair blowing gently in the wind. For a moment, we just stared at each other.
"Noah," I whispered urgently, nudging him. "Look."
He turned, his eyes following my gaze. "What the...?" he muttered, his voice trailing off.
The girl took a tentative step forward, her eyes fixed on the items in our hands. There was no fear in her gaze, only a quiet intensity that made my skin crawl.
"Who are you?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
She tilted her head slightly. "My name is Sigyn."
"What are you doing out here, Sigyn?" Noah asked, his voice shaky.
"I live here,"
"You live here?" I echoed, incredulous. "Is there anyone else around?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"Where?" Noah demanded, looking around nervously.
"Everywhere," she said with a giggle.
The way she said it, so matter-of-factly, bothered me deeply. Noah and I exchanged a look, both of us trying to figure out what to do next.
"We can't take her back to the ranger," Noah started, "We'll lose everything."
I nodded, my mind racing. "Sigyn," I said slowly, "we need to know who else is here. Can you help us?"
She looked at me with her piercing blue eyes, then said, "I'm sorry."
"For what?" Noah asked.
"For what's going to happen to you," she replied, her voice tinged with sadness.
She looked up at him, unperturbed. "I am not alone," she said softly.
Before we could press her further, a loud, guttural mooing sound echoed through the clearing. We turned towards the direction the girl had come from, and there, emerging from the shadows, was the silhouette of an elk. As it approached, my stomach dropped. Its body was a grotesque amalgamation of life and decay. Its skull was fully exposed, the eye sockets dark and empty. Large patches of its ribs were visible, the flesh around them rotted away.
The elk's movements were slow and deliberate, its head swaying as if in a trance. It walked directly towards us, its hollow eyes fixed on Sigyn. The closer it got, the more the stench of death filled the air—a nauseating mix of decay and earth. I fought the urge to retch.
Sigyn stood up, her expression calm. The monster sniffed her gently, its nostrils flaring. Without a word, she climbed onto its back, mounting it like a horse. It was a surreal and horrifying scene ripped straight from a nightmare.
As she settled onto the elk, she looked back at us, "A thief in the night shall reap what he sows," she said, her voice carrying an otherworldly echo. "Beware the price of stolen dreams."
With that, the beast turned and began to walk away, Sigyn riding it into the shadows of the forest. We stood there, frozen in place. The realization that we were in far over our heads began to sink in. This started to feel like a trap.
We turned to leave, our packs heavy with the pilfered goods. But as we took our first steps, the forest around us seemed to come alive. Shadows moved among the trees, and whispers floated on the wind. I quickened my pace, glancing nervously over my shoulder.
"Did you hear that?" Noah asked sharply,
"Just keep moving," I commanded.
A figure emerged from the shadows, blocking our path. It was a man, tall and gaunt, his eyes burning with an intense light. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked, his voice cold and menacing.
"We're leaving," I stammered. "We didn't mean any harm."
The man smirked, and with a swift motion, he raised his hand. More figures appeared, closing in on us from all sides. We were surrounded.
"Run!" I shouted, shoving Noah forward.
We sprinted through the forest, branches whipping at our faces and legs. The figures pursued us, their footsteps silent and relentless.
Noah stumbled and fell, his pack spilling open. Statues scattered across the ground, glinting in the moonlight. "Help!" he cried, scrambling to gather the items.
"Leave them!" I shouted, pulling him to his feet. "We have to keep moving!"
But it was too late, their hands seizing us. I struggled, kicking and thrashing, but their grips were too strong. They forced us to the ground, binding our hands with rough, coarse ropes.
"Please," I begged, "Don't hurt us."
The man who had first appeared stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "A thief in the night," he mocked.
They dragged us through the forest, the trees closing in around us like a cage. We were at their mercy.
In the distance, I could see the elk standing at the edge of the clearing, Sigyn still astride its back. Her eyes met mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of pity. But then they turned away, disappearing into the shadows once more.
Her eyes were milk white, devoid of pupils, and her long, flowing white hair cascaded down her back. She was completely naked, her skin pale and marked with intricate symbols. Atop her head, she wore an elk skull, its antlers extending like eerie, skeletal fingers. She beat a drum emblazoned with more of the same cryptic symbols, each thud resonating deep within my chest.
Around the fire, about two dozen people stood, all drinking from crude, horned cups. Their faces were solemn, eyes fixed on the woman as she led them in a haunting chant. The atmosphere was thick with a mix of reverence and intoxication.
We were forced to our knees before the woman, who paused her drumming to look down at us. Her gaze was haunting, as if she could see into the very depths of our souls.
"Who are you?" Noah demanded, his voice trembling.
The woman ignored him, raising her arms to the sky. The chanting grew louder, the rhythm of the drum faster and more frenzied. The air around us seemed to vibrate with energy, the flames of the bonfire growing higher and more intense.
I glanced at Noah, fear mirrored in his eyes. The woman began to speak, her voice low and melodic, but filled with power, in a language I couldn't understand. Suddenly, she stopped, lowering her arms. The chanting ceased, and an silence fell over the clearing. She looked directly at me, her white eyes unblinking.
En tjuv i natten skördar vad han sår, akta dig för drömmar som du stjäl och får.
Hans skratt bevakar lundens gömda stig, där skuggor sveper över skogens liv.
För varje stulet andetag och svek, måste en tjuv möta sitt smärtsamma ödelek.
Tricksterns vilja, vår ande här, så i hans nåd, våra liv bär.
I was terrified and confused. She started again, softer, in a way I could understand.
A thief in the night shall reap what he sows, beware the price of stolen dreams.
His laughter guards our hidden groves, where shadows cloak the forest's seams.
For every stolen breath and lie, a thief must meet his painful end.
The tricksters will, our spirits tie, so in his grace, our lives suspend.
The crowd surged forward, grabbing Noah first. He screamed, his terror echoing through the trees as they pulled him towards a makeshift altar beside the bonfire. The woman chanted louder, her voice rising in a hypnotic rhythm as they began their gruesome work.
They stripped him of his shirt and bound his arms to a wooden frame. I tried to move, to help him, but the grip on my shoulders tightened, pinning me to the ground.
The woman approached Noah, holding a knife with a blade that gleamed in the firelight. She started to slice into his back, her movements deliberate and unhurried. Noah's screams pierced the night as she methodically carved the shape of wings into his flesh.
Blood poured from the wounds, soaking the ground beneath him. The crowd's chant grew louder, almost drowning out his cries. I watched in horror as the woman reached into the incisions, breaking the ribs and pulling them outward, creating a parody of wings.
Noah's agony was unbearable to witness. His screams turned to whimpers, his body convulsing in pain. The woman didn't stop until the work was complete, his lungs exposed and hanging grotesquely from his back.
They lifted Noah's broken body and placed him over the fire. The smell of burning flesh filled the air, making me gag. His life ebbed away as the flames consumed him, the once vibrant light in his eyes fading to nothing.
The woman turned to me, her expression devoid of mercy. "You will meet the same fate," she said, "He demands it."
A deafening blast shattered the night. My eyes flew open to see the shaman stumbling backward, a gaping wound in her chest. She collapsed to the ground, her white eyes staring lifelessly into the void.
The villagers turned in shock as another shot rang out, this time hitting one of the men holding me. I twisted free from their grasp and saw the park ranger standing at the edge of the clearing, a pump-action shotgun in his hands. He fired again, the sound echoing through the forest, before one of them tackled him to the ground.
"Run!" he shouted, his voice raw and desperate. "Get the hell out of here!"
I didn't need to be told twice. I sprinted into the darkness, the chaos of the clearing fading behind me. Branches whipped at my face, and the snow underfoot made every step a struggle. I could hear the sounds of fighting and gunshots, but I forced myself to keep moving.
The cold air burned in my lungs, but adrenaline pushed me forward. I didn't stop until I reached the station, my legs threatening to give out from under me. I burst through the door and slammed it behind me.
Inside, Carl lay where we had left him, his face pale and twisted in pain. I stumbled to the radio, my hands trembling as I fumbled with the controls.
"Mayday, mayday!" I yelled into the microphone. "This is an emergency! We need help! Please, someone, come quickly!"
Static filled the room, punctuated by my ragged breaths. I repeated the call, my voice growing more frantic with each passing second. Finally, a voice crackled through the speaker. "This is Ranger Station Bravo. What's your location? Over."
I could barely form the words. "Olympic National Park! The ranger station near mount Christie! We're under attack! Please, send help!"
"Copy that. Help is on the way. Stay put and stay safe. Over."
I collapsed to the floor, my body trembling with exhaustion and fear. Carl moaned softly, his eyes fluttering open. "What… What happened? Where's Noah?”
Tears streamed down my face and I found myself choked up. “He’s gone, man. Help is coming.”
The minutes stretched into an eternity as we waited. The wind howled around the station, and every creak and groan of the structure set my nerves on edge. I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched, that the forest itself was closing in on us.
The radio crackled again, this time with a different voice. "Helicopter en route, ETA fifteen minutes. Prepare for extraction."
I glanced at Carl, his eyes filled with confusion. "Hang on. We're getting out of here."
As the minutes ticked by, I couldn't help but think about the ranger. He had saved my life, but he hadn't made it back. My mind conjured up images of what might have happened to him, the cultists overwhelming him in the darkness. A sense of guilt gnawed at me, knowing he had sacrificed himself for us.
The sound of rotors cut through the night, growing louder as the helicopter approached. I ran to the window and saw its searchlight piercing the treetops, scanning for the station.
I helped Carl to his feet, supporting his weight as we made our way to the hatch. The helicopter hovered above, lowering a rescue basket. The wind from the rotors whipped the snow into a frenzy, but I didn't care. Salvation was finally here.
We secured Carl in the basket first, and I watched as he was hoisted up, disappearing into the safety of the helicopter. My turn was next. I realized that I was now alone and exposed. Fear coursing through me as I scanned around the edge of the forest, expecting to be grabbed and taken seconds before my rescue. But the moment never came. As I gripped the rope, I took one last look at the forest below. The flames of the bonfire still flickered in the distance.
I was lifted into the air, the ground falling away beneath me. The helicopter's crew pulled me inside, and I collapsed onto the floor still holding onto my pack, my body finally giving in to exhaustion. The doors closed, and the helicopter banked away, leaving the horrors of the park behind.
Noah's absence weighed heavily on me. His disappearance was chalked up as a missing persons case, and despite my best efforts to explain what had happened, no one believed me. The authorities conducted a search of the area, but they found no trace of the cult, the artifacts, or the clearing. It was as if the forest had swallowed up all the evidence.
I returned to the site where we had parked the truck. The dirt bikes were gone, stolen by opportunistic thieves, but the truck remained. I drove back in silence, the road winding through the dense forest. For a moment, I thought I saw the girl watching me from atop a ridge until I realized it was just paranoia. I stepped on the gas a little harder.
Back home, I checked the Tomb Raiders forum again. The post that had led us into the forest was gone, deleted without a trace. I messaged the mods, but apparently, they don’t keep records to maintain confidentiality. I wrote about our experience, detailing every terrifying moment, but the responses were skeptical at best. Most dismissed it as a work of fiction or a desperate cry for attention.
Time passed, and I tried to return to a semblance of normalcy. Yet, the wilderness called to me stronger than ever. It was my sanctuary, the only place where I could find peace amidst the turmoil. I spent more and more time outdoors than ever before, but now it always felt like I was just running from something.
Determined to prove what had happened, I returned to the forest with a camera and recording equipment. This time, I documented every step, capturing footage of the trees, the snow, and the eerie silence that hung in the air. I retraced our path, hoping to find the clearing again. But each night, as I reviewed the footage, something strange would happen. The files would be corrupted or entire segments missing.
I pressed on. I found the site where Noah had fallen, the ground still bearing faint traces of what had happened. I set up the camera and began to speak, recounting the events in detail. As I spoke, a cold wind swept through the clearing, and the camera's screen flickered. I finished my account and turned to check the recording, only to find the file corrupted once again, the footage replaced by static and a faint, mocking laughter.
I returned home, defeated and exhausted. My attempts to share what I had experienced were met with disbelief and ridicule. The files I managed to save were corrupted beyond recognition. It was as if the forest itself was conspiring against me.
Almost exactly one year later, as I browsed the forums, a new post caught my eye. It was cryptic, eerily similar to the one that had led us into the nightmare. It spoke of another trove of artifacts, hidden deep within the wilderness, waiting to be claimed.
The post was signed with a new name: Skygge. Different handle, same style. Another trap. They had taken so much from me, left scars that would never heal. I opened my drawer, my fingers brushing over the cold metal of my weapons. This was the moment I had been waiting for. This time, I'll be ready.
The forest’s secrets won't remain hidden forever.
2024.05.16 14:40 runcyclexcski Dark residue on certified 304 steel, passivation.
I apologize for this Q being long. I have previously asked this on metalworking and chemistry forums, and have so far found no solution. TLDR: I have a custom-made 304 steel part which appears to be not "stainless". There is no "rust" on it per se, but it leaves a dark-grey residue when rubbed with a clean scientific-grade filter paper. I have never experienced this with mass-produced 304 steel parts which I have used before, and I am looking for ideas on how to turn the 304 part "stainless".
The long story. I have a custom-made air humidification tray welded of 1.2 mm thick 304 steel (supplier: Aperam, France, with certificates of analysis). The tray is used in a medical device prototype: in it, the tray is filled with about 5 gal of warm di or tap water (at ~100F or 38C), and air is blown between the water surface and a sealed acrylic lid. The warmed/humidified air is then directed to a patient through a mask for direct breathing. I previously used 304 and 316 commercial sanitary parts for this air circuit, and expected the 304 steel to be a suitable material. Since no high temperatures were present, I used 304, not 316 -- 316 would double the cost.
When the tray arrived, it looked visually clean and degreased. I further rinsed it with soap and water. When I was wiping the part clean with scientific-grade kimpwipes, I noticed that the wipes turned dark grey when rubbed against the steel. This was not some grease left from the machinning/welding, because additional degreasing with acetone, EtOH or even 5% NaOH did not solve the issue -- the grey residue still remained (or got even stronger). It appeared to originate from the steel itself. As a comparison, I did the same "wet kimwipe test" with mass produced 316 and 304 sanitary parts, and these left no reside on the paper (as expected).
I then tried a passivation protocol I found in a NASA publication (link below, it's 4% citric acid for 2 hrs at 180F). TLDR: it did not help, instead it appeared to make the issue worse, as if activating the steel, but not passivating it.
https://ntrs.nasa.gov/api/citations/20110001362/downloads/20110001362.pdf
[For passivation, I first treated for 2 hrs with 5% NaOH in tap water (this turned the surface very hydrophilic). Then I filled the tray with a boiling solution of 4% citric acid in tap water, placed it in a stryrofoam box+lid for 2 hrs and monitored the temperature. The temperature went from 170F to 160F in 2.5 hrs, which IMHO was close enough to the NASA protocol. I then decanted the acid, and rinsed the tray with tap water again. The part used to have small "rusty" spots" around the welds, and now they all turned shiny which was a good sign. However, the black resuidue, revealed when I wiped the surface with a kimwipe, was still there, and it got worse.]
I do not think I can use this device before solving the dark residue issue. I do not know what the residue is, and I do not want the substance leach into water and end up in someone's lungs.
What is the black residue, and what are my options to get rid of it? Should I
-- cut my losses and have another piece made (e.g. Ti or 316, or even plastic, e.g. polycarb or acrylic).
-- passivate professionally? Judging from the complete fail of the citric acid attempt, I am not sure if it's going to work. Nitric? Nitric+galvanic? Citric?
-- electroplating? Nickel has been suggested, but it is known to cause inflammmation, thus, I am not comfortable using it. Sure 304 contains Ni, but not as much as pure Ni.
-- silver plating? That will prob require Ni and Cu first, and I am not a fan of Cu in the air, either. And course it's the cost; a Ti tray would prob be cheaper to start with.
-- powdeceramic (enamel) coating? I have no experience with this, but I can research this further.
-- make a thick PE bag and insert it in the tray as a liner?
I apologize again for the long post.
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The long story. I have a custom-made air humidification tray welded of 1.2 mm thick 304 steel (supplier: Aperam, France, with certificates of analysis). The tray is used in a medical device prototype: in it, the tray is filled with about 5 gal of warm di or tap water (at ~100F or 38C), and air is blown between the water surface and a sealed acrylic lid. The warmed/humidified air is then directed to a patient through a mask for direct breathing. I previously used 304 and 316 commercial sanitary parts for this air circuit, and expected the 304 steel to be a suitable material. Since no high temperatures were present, I used 304, not 316 -- 316 would double the cost.
When the tray arrived, it looked visually clean and degreased. I further rinsed it with soap and water. When I was wiping the part clean with scientific-grade kimpwipes, I noticed that the wipes turned dark grey when rubbed against the steel. This was not some grease left from the machinning/welding, because additional degreasing with acetone, EtOH or even 5% NaOH did not solve the issue -- the grey residue still remained (or got even stronger). It appeared to originate from the steel itself. As a comparison, I did the same "wet kimwipe test" with mass produced 316 and 304 sanitary parts, and these left no reside on the paper (as expected).
I then tried a passivation protocol I found in a NASA publication (link below, it's 4% citric acid for 2 hrs at 180F). TLDR: it did not help, instead it appeared to make the issue worse, as if activating the steel, but not passivating it.
https://ntrs.nasa.gov/api/citations/20110001362/downloads/20110001362.pdf
[For passivation, I first treated for 2 hrs with 5% NaOH in tap water (this turned the surface very hydrophilic). Then I filled the tray with a boiling solution of 4% citric acid in tap water, placed it in a stryrofoam box+lid for 2 hrs and monitored the temperature. The temperature went from 170F to 160F in 2.5 hrs, which IMHO was close enough to the NASA protocol. I then decanted the acid, and rinsed the tray with tap water again. The part used to have small "rusty" spots" around the welds, and now they all turned shiny which was a good sign. However, the black resuidue, revealed when I wiped the surface with a kimwipe, was still there, and it got worse.]
I do not think I can use this device before solving the dark residue issue. I do not know what the residue is, and I do not want the substance leach into water and end up in someone's lungs.
What is the black residue, and what are my options to get rid of it? Should I
-- cut my losses and have another piece made (e.g. Ti or 316, or even plastic, e.g. polycarb or acrylic).
-- passivate professionally? Judging from the complete fail of the citric acid attempt, I am not sure if it's going to work. Nitric? Nitric+galvanic? Citric?
-- electroplating? Nickel has been suggested, but it is known to cause inflammmation, thus, I am not comfortable using it. Sure 304 contains Ni, but not as much as pure Ni.
-- silver plating? That will prob require Ni and Cu first, and I am not a fan of Cu in the air, either. And course it's the cost; a Ti tray would prob be cheaper to start with.
-- powdeceramic (enamel) coating? I have no experience with this, but I can research this further.
-- make a thick PE bag and insert it in the tray as a liner?
I apologize again for the long post.
2024.05.16 14:39 LoansPayDayOnline 5 Tips to Get the Best Loan in the United States
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2024.05.16 14:39 WinterMisanthropy201 Type me please (opinions)
Sorry for any mistakes. My english isn't good enough.
Background: Men with 23 years, no college formation yet.
I’ll be glad if all of you help me with yojr opinions. How much details, better .
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Background: Men with 23 years, no college formation yet.
Section 1
- How do you work? Why do people go to work? Are there any parameters that determine whether you can do work or not? What are they?
I work very slow. I don’t have problems working faster for a while, but if is too much starts to annoy me. We works humankind needs recurses to act and solve our existencial and material problems. But i can’t exclude other forces among work like capital, the human “progress”. The parameters for my work is something abstract, technological, creative and philosophical. I often like write about ideas, deal with machines and computers, reading about political philosophy. I have problems to get a job on those areas because i dont have iniciative to chase it. - How do you determine the quality of work? How do you determine the quality of a purchase? Do you pay any attention to it?
I determine the quality of work if it brings expected results and seems organized. The same for a purchase. I don’t pay any attention for it, i just want may these things fulfill their role, whatever the cost. - There is a professional next to you. How do you know they are a professional? How do you evaluate their skill?
- If you struggle to do something, how do you fix that? Do you know if your performance is better or worse than others?
- How do you measure the success of a job? What standard do you use? Do you pay attention to it? When should you deviate from this standard?
Section 2
- What is a whole? Can you identify its parts? Are the parts equivalent to the whole?
- What does "logical" mean? What is your understanding? Do you think that it correlates with the common view? How do you know you are being logical?
- What is hierarchy? Give examples of hierarchies. Do you need to follow it? Why or why not? Explain how hierarchy is used in a system you are familiar with.
- What is classification? How does classification work? Why is it needed and where is it applied? Give examples.
- Are your ideas consistent? How do you know they are consistent? How do you spot inconsistency in others' ideas?
Section 3
- Can you press people? What methods do you use? How does it happen?
- How do you get what you want? What do you do if you have to work to get what you want?
- How do you deal with opposition? What methods do you use to defend your interests?
- When do you think it's ok to occupy someone's space? Do you recognize it?
- Do others think you are a strong-willed person? Do you think you have a strong will?
Section 4
- How do you satisfy your physical senses? What examples can you give? What physical experiences are you drawn to?
- How do you find harmony with your environment? How do you build a harmonious environment? What happens if this harmony is disturbed?
- What does comfort mean to you? How do you create it? Comfort is where I can recharge my energy. That's basically my sofa and my bed.
- How do you express yourself in your hobbies? How do you engage yourself with those things?
- Tell us how you'd design any room, house or an office. Do you do it yourself, or trust someone else to do it? Why?
Section 5
- Is it acceptable to express emotions in public? Give examples of inappropriate expression of emotions.
- How do you express your emotions? Can you tell how your expressions affect others in a positive or negative way?
- Are you able to change your demeanor in order to interact with your environment in a more or less suitable way? How do you determine what is suitable?
- In what situations do you feel others' feelings? Can you give examples of when you wanted to improve the mood of others?
- How do others' emotions affect you? How does your internal emotional state correlate or contrast with what you express?
Section 6
- How can you tell how much emotional space there is between yourself and others? How can you affect this space?
- How do you determine how much you like or dislike someone else? How does this affect your relationships?
- How do you move from a distant relationship to a close one? What are the distinguishing characteristics of a close relationship?
- How do you know that you are a moral person? Where do you draw your morality from? Do you believe others should share your beliefs on what's moral? Why?
- Someone you care about is acting distant to you. How do you know when this attitude is a reflection of your relationship?
Section 7
- How can you tell someone has the potential to be a successful person? What qualities make a successful person and why?
- Where would you start when looking for a new hobby? How do you find new opportunities and how do you choose which would be best?
- How do you interpret the following statement: "Ideas don't need to be feasible in order to be worthwhile." Do you agree or disagree, and why?
- Describe your thought process when relating the following ideas: swimming, chicken, sciences. Do you think that others would draw the same or different connections?
- How would you summarize the qualities that are essential to who you are? What kind of potential in you has yet to be actualized and why?
Section 8
- How do people change? Can you describe how various events change people? Can others see those changes?
- How do you feel and experience time? Can time be wasted? How? Yes. You can estimate how much time a task takes. You can plan how you wanna use your time. You can set deadlines for whatever you are doing. Time can be wasted on things you don't value because you can't gain back time.
- Is there anything that cannot be described with words? What is it? If so, how can we understand what it is if language does not work?
- How do you anticipate events unfolding? How can you observe such unfoldments in your environment?
- In what situations is timing important? How do you know the time is right to act? How do you feel about waiting for the right moment?
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2024.05.16 14:38 BrightIdeasForU Ultimate Guide to Applying for SETC Online: Streamline Your Process
 | https://getcaresacttaxcredit.com/setc submitted by BrightIdeasForU to SelfEmployedFinance [link] [comments] The Self-Employed Tax Credit (SETC) is a unique opportunity for self-employed professionals to receive financial relief needed after the COVID-19 pandemic. Applying online for the SETC is a streamlined path designed to enhance accessibility and convenience, ensuring that eligible individuals can claim their tax credits with minimum hassle. The SETC serves as a vital financial support mechanism, specifically tailored for self-employed citizens, offering them a chance to mitigate some of the tax burdens associated with their entrepreneurial endeavors. Applying online is easy and takes only a few minutes to complete. Now, it’s also possible to receive the tax refund within 15 to 20 days with an advance payout option. Normally, the IRS can take up to 5 months to pay the refund. Understanding the SETCThe Self-Employed Tax Credit (SETC) was created by the US Congress as part of the CARES act specifically for the self-employed, particularly in the wake of financial uncertainties like those prompted by the COVID-19 pandemic. Designed as a refundable tax credit, the goal of the SETC is to alleviate the tax burden on those who run their own businesses or are freelancers, offering a significant financial reprieve by allowing a maximum of $32,220 in tax credit. Since this is not a loan, but a tax credit, there is no repayment required. This initiative underscores the United States government's recognition of the unique challenges faced by self-employed citizens, providing a much-needed financial cushion.Qualifying for the SETC involves specific criteria, primarily targeting self-employed people who were affected by the pandemic. Most people are unaware that this tax credit is available to them and may not believe that it is legitimate, but it is. Once the completed form is submitted, the money can be received within 15 to 20 days if the advanced payout is utilized. Preparing Your SETC ApplicationPreparing your SETC (Self-Employed Tax Credit) application is really very simple. All that is needed is access to the 2020 and 2021 tax returns filed by the self-employed person who is filing to claim their tax refund. If the person received at least one 1099 form during the tax years of 2020 and/or 2021, they are probably eligible to receive a tax refund.Important to the SETC application process is proof of your self-employed status. This can be furnished through documents like 1099 forms, if applicable, or other official paperwork that verifies your business's existence and operations. Family status also factors into the application, requiring documentation that reflects your current household composition, as this can influence the credit amount. Given the digital nature of the application process, applicants are encouraged to have digital copies of their tax returns from 2020 and/or 2021 available to upload. Ensure that all documents are clear, legible, and up-to-date to prevent any delays in the processing of your application. Preparing these documents meticulously before starting your application not only streamlines the submission process but also increases your chances of a successful SETC claim. ConclusionFreelancers, entrepreneurs, and independent contractors navigating the complexities of self-employment can benefit in many ways, primarily, financially from submitting a claim for their SETC. Doing so only takes a few minutes and could result in up to $32,220 in a tax refund which is certainly worth the short amount of time required to fill out the online form and upload a few tax return documents.So take advantage of the SETC as soon as possible as there is a time factor involved. Claims must be received no later than April 25, 2025. And the sooner you request your tax refund, the sooner you will receive your money. If you want to get started today, go to: https://getcaresacttaxcredit.com/setc https://getcaresacttaxcredit.com/setc |
2024.05.16 14:37 TsunamiParticle Pirate Missed Connections
I know this is a long shot, but I figure it can't hurt. I'm looking for a pirate that I clicked with on Saturday 5/11. You were a solo sloop. Me and my crew were a duo sloop. We met on Crook's Hollow along with a 4 man galleon. We had a great time just shooting the breeze and making a galleon fight club to see who was stronger.
Eventually the galleon left and you hung out with me and my crew. We decided to do the fort of the damned and on the way we had the worst luck and literally exploded twice on the way there. You fell off the boat and we had to explain what happened since you we gone for like 1 min lol.
We did 2 forts of the damn (we had to take a rival sloop out). I accidentally one shotted you with a canon ball because you were on the rival sloop and you had an aggressive silhouette.
We finish off the night at reapers to sell. We had discussed sending friend requests and I was about to get your discord information. My crew mate was leaving because he worked in the morning. When he left it kicked me from the game at the exact same time. I desperately tried to join the previous session, but it wasn't an option. I tried to find you in my recent players list and you were not there. All I know is your name is Mahogany and then like some numbers or something. I was calling you Monty and Montgomery. My brother if you see this hit me up.
If not I hope to find you on the high seas one day. You legend. Also my boat was Sloop Doggy Dog.
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Eventually the galleon left and you hung out with me and my crew. We decided to do the fort of the damned and on the way we had the worst luck and literally exploded twice on the way there. You fell off the boat and we had to explain what happened since you we gone for like 1 min lol.
We did 2 forts of the damn (we had to take a rival sloop out). I accidentally one shotted you with a canon ball because you were on the rival sloop and you had an aggressive silhouette.
We finish off the night at reapers to sell. We had discussed sending friend requests and I was about to get your discord information. My crew mate was leaving because he worked in the morning. When he left it kicked me from the game at the exact same time. I desperately tried to join the previous session, but it wasn't an option. I tried to find you in my recent players list and you were not there. All I know is your name is Mahogany and then like some numbers or something. I was calling you Monty and Montgomery. My brother if you see this hit me up.
If not I hope to find you on the high seas one day. You legend. Also my boat was Sloop Doggy Dog.
2024.05.16 14:37 Dirty-Raccoon Strange Phone Call 4 days ago
All names were changed for the sake of anonymity.
Context: When I moved to Canada 4 years ago, I got a local phone number. Soon after, I have received at least 1 call a month asking for John Doe, and asking if he wanted to talk about Crpyto or banking stuff, or possible loans. I normally tell them they have the wrong number and hang up.
On Sunday, 9pm (London UK time), I recieved a phone call from the UK. I was running late for work so I just assumed it was another John Doe call. A british man (which surprised me because normally i get strange accents) on the line asks me if i've been recieving calls regarding John Doe! I say yes? and he asks me to answer some clarifying questions. I ask what this is regards to, and he tells me that there has been a lawsuit started against John Doe, and that they're trying to collect evidence. To be completely honest, it sounded cool, and I wanted to put an end to the random phone calls I receive, so I agreed. He asked for my name, I gave only my first. Answered a bunch of questions, and then requested he send a legal document for consent via email if he wants any further information.
Here is where I feel I messed up: I gave my personal email, which, while running late for work, I didn't realise could possibly be used against me as it contained my first name, middle initial, and last name. When he asked me to confirm the email, he even used the NATO alphabet to confirm, which seemed professional to me, and then when i said "yep" to the last letter, he asked to put me on hold, but the line disconnected. I assumed he would call back but never did. And I've called the number and it's been switched off.
The last 4 days I've checked for emails or missed calls, worrying that I had given away more than I had realised. Maybe a sign-in attempt will be made. Not sure. So far, nothing. Also realised I never asked for the law firm's name or number. Tried to check if the number was associated with anyone, its just a private number from the uk.
What can a scammer do with my first name last name email and phone number?
Is this even a scam? Or just a bad lawfirm?
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Context: When I moved to Canada 4 years ago, I got a local phone number. Soon after, I have received at least 1 call a month asking for John Doe, and asking if he wanted to talk about Crpyto or banking stuff, or possible loans. I normally tell them they have the wrong number and hang up.
On Sunday, 9pm (London UK time), I recieved a phone call from the UK. I was running late for work so I just assumed it was another John Doe call. A british man (which surprised me because normally i get strange accents) on the line asks me if i've been recieving calls regarding John Doe! I say yes? and he asks me to answer some clarifying questions. I ask what this is regards to, and he tells me that there has been a lawsuit started against John Doe, and that they're trying to collect evidence. To be completely honest, it sounded cool, and I wanted to put an end to the random phone calls I receive, so I agreed. He asked for my name, I gave only my first. Answered a bunch of questions, and then requested he send a legal document for consent via email if he wants any further information.
Here is where I feel I messed up: I gave my personal email, which, while running late for work, I didn't realise could possibly be used against me as it contained my first name, middle initial, and last name. When he asked me to confirm the email, he even used the NATO alphabet to confirm, which seemed professional to me, and then when i said "yep" to the last letter, he asked to put me on hold, but the line disconnected. I assumed he would call back but never did. And I've called the number and it's been switched off.
The last 4 days I've checked for emails or missed calls, worrying that I had given away more than I had realised. Maybe a sign-in attempt will be made. Not sure. So far, nothing. Also realised I never asked for the law firm's name or number. Tried to check if the number was associated with anyone, its just a private number from the uk.
What can a scammer do with my first name last name email and phone number?
Is this even a scam? Or just a bad lawfirm?
2024.05.16 14:36 trail34 High and low voltage coupling
I’m a MechEng so I’m struggling with a concept that’s more related to NEC but I could get a better understanding of the “why” from some EEs here:
I have a heated floor system running at 240V and 1.5A. After installing it I realized that the company, and NEC, call for the low voltage thermostat wires to be run in a separate conduit from the floor to the thermostat on the wall. My understanding is this is due to the potential for coupling of the high voltage field affecting the thermostat wire. But the heated floor cable has a braided shield that is grounded. So is there still a risk? I also understand there could be a thermal risk, but at only 1.5A this seems small too.
Am I missing something in my understanding?
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I have a heated floor system running at 240V and 1.5A. After installing it I realized that the company, and NEC, call for the low voltage thermostat wires to be run in a separate conduit from the floor to the thermostat on the wall. My understanding is this is due to the potential for coupling of the high voltage field affecting the thermostat wire. But the heated floor cable has a braided shield that is grounded. So is there still a risk? I also understand there could be a thermal risk, but at only 1.5A this seems small too.
Am I missing something in my understanding?
2024.05.16 14:36 HaruArya Seeking advice - 29yo with finance B.S. and biosystems engineering M.S.
Hello, I'm a 29yo who has been working in the agriculture sector throughout my 20's with a b.s. in finance and a m.s. in agricultural / biosystems engineering (controlled environment agriculture). However, I am seeking a career pivot and am highly curious about civil engineering to eventually get a P.E. licensure specifically in structural engineering. I'm wondering if I need to go back to school and start over from scratch to get my bachelor's or whether I may be able to somehow take the F.E. exam in civil engineering to land a job as an entry level civil engineering role. Do you guys think I should start over from scratch with a bachelor's degree (I'll be ~33 by the time I graduate) or do you think my master's degree in a somewhat unrelated discipline is enough to land a civil engineering entry level job? Perhaps an online certificate would suffice? I know it's a somewhat precarious situation... any advice would be greatly appreciated.
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2024.05.16 14:36 ContributionOk8403 Small grassroots org needs a new board
Greetings, Do-Gooder think tank, please help me before I die from overwhelm! I am the Founder of a little organization with big dreams to deeply support the post-partum experience. We've been around for a several years, at different levels of activity. Post-covid crazy times, I am all in with helping foster social connections for families. I have attracted people to support the mission who seem to want a whole lot of hand-holding and being nurtured, themselves, with a bit less energy than I'd like for enthusiastically growing the org to serve others. We have newly instated a goal, but it has been a real challenge to inspire the "give/get" expectations ($1500 annually) of the board. So, I am in a growth cycle to rebuild the board from scratch. I am trying to see this as an opportunity to reset the culture if that is possible. I want people to fulfill their 2-year commitments (4 out of 5 haven't and the 5th is gearing up for an early departure, too), show up when they say (a major player dropped out the day of the strategic plan, another didn't make it to a volunteer celebration as the #1) , and can put more into the organization than they take away withe personal drama. I realize that people need love and nurturing and it may sound like I don't have tolerance for basic human limitations, and may be part of the problem, but I think that I am good at being kind and supportive It feels like I need to attract more established "board-types" than the usual of other moms who simply see the need for more nurturing. They natually seem to need a lot of training about expectations for a board of directors, and it almost feels like there is resentment that they aren't getting a cut of the fundraising. I know that it will take a good bit of time to pay me a decent salary, and to be able to get solid structure behind me, but this stage has also been met with some resistance to paying me at all, which is so disheartening (I suggested $25/hr could be aspirational, short term, but with that measure, with what I have been throwing my way on occasion (yes this is WAY too loose of a system.. our latest Treasurer stole a company laptop on her way out), I am still volunteering at least 2/3s of my time, and although volunteering is part of the culture, sustainability in pay seems key to solve for to grow into the Big Dream). I am curious to know of others' experience with attracting and retaining a good board for better momentum, and also navigating the early stages of getting paid as a Founding Director. I am the defacto volunteer coordinator, director, chair, and program coordinator. I would definitely like to share some of these hats with others. Another question is if you have experience with others wearing multiple hats as stipended 1099 workers and also sitting on the board. Thanks for any input on working with humans and getting more efficient in the process.
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2024.05.16 14:36 poddy_fries Husband realized on my birthday
It was my 40th birthday this week, a couple of days after mother's day. My husband organized a big potluck dinner for all our friends and some of my cousins last week, so I was well celebrated. The night of, my husband took me out for supper to a great local restaurant. That's when he found out I hadn't heard anything from my parents about a party for me next weekend.
You see, my husband talked to my mom a few times a month ago, and he thought they settled he would organize a party for 'the young people' and she would organize a party for me with all the older relatives. She even mentioned a date, and he told her he was available to help and would take time off work to be there once she confirmed. The poor man thought he fucked up because maybe he was supposed to tell me about it.
I reassured him there was absolutely no way my parents had spent a month organizing a big fancy party for me. That's just not them. What actually happened, and I had told him about, is that I and my son were invited to join them for supper for mother's day with my sister, I brought flowers, my mom bought a card and a cake for me, she complained the bakery wouldn't write a message for me on the cake, and asked me if I wanted an Ikea gift card for my birthday.
When I said I didn't mind but didn't have much use for that, she said they'd give me cash, then both my parents spent the next day calling me at work to find out if I'd gotten the bank transfer they had no idea how to send. I eventually told them we could settle this later because I was tired of trying to troubleshoot getting my own gift. (Guys, if they were just going to give me money anyway and hadn't even bought the gift card, why not just write a cheque and slip it into the card the day I was there?)
My husband was crushed. This man thinks I am important and wonderful and worth celebrating. My parents have organized lavish parties for all kinds of people for milestone birthdays and he assumed I would be getting that treatment too. He would, sincerely, have organized two parties for me if he'd thought for a second they wouldn't because he thinks I deserve that. He even thought some recent texts from my mom asking him to come help move furniture were to come help put things in place for my party. He texted my mom who confirmed she thought the mother's day dinner was my birthday party. My mom was clueless what the problem was even with the texts just above talking about a big family get-together for me.
The thing is that now I'm furious for him and feeling sorry for myself in a way I haven't for a very long time. I don't think I deserved more but HE DID and by God he deserves transparency from them. I ended up texting my mother explaining exactly what the problem was IN WRITING and strongly suggesting she reassure my husband that he didn't fuck up, because he was upset. Surprisingly she texted him and did that. I have no intention of talking to either one of them again for a long time. If they bring up my birthday money again I'll tell them to make a donation to Doctors Without Borders in my name so I get the tax deduction, I don't need it anyway. What's the point of a present that has no thought behind it and brings work and no joy?
I know some of this is unfair of me. My dad is completely useless so really it would have been my mom doing all the work, right around mother's day, and she's getting all the fallout that I'm sure neither expected. But I'm still in this weird emotional limbo this week, possibly because I'm very pregnant and it's not helping.
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You see, my husband talked to my mom a few times a month ago, and he thought they settled he would organize a party for 'the young people' and she would organize a party for me with all the older relatives. She even mentioned a date, and he told her he was available to help and would take time off work to be there once she confirmed. The poor man thought he fucked up because maybe he was supposed to tell me about it.
I reassured him there was absolutely no way my parents had spent a month organizing a big fancy party for me. That's just not them. What actually happened, and I had told him about, is that I and my son were invited to join them for supper for mother's day with my sister, I brought flowers, my mom bought a card and a cake for me, she complained the bakery wouldn't write a message for me on the cake, and asked me if I wanted an Ikea gift card for my birthday.
When I said I didn't mind but didn't have much use for that, she said they'd give me cash, then both my parents spent the next day calling me at work to find out if I'd gotten the bank transfer they had no idea how to send. I eventually told them we could settle this later because I was tired of trying to troubleshoot getting my own gift. (Guys, if they were just going to give me money anyway and hadn't even bought the gift card, why not just write a cheque and slip it into the card the day I was there?)
My husband was crushed. This man thinks I am important and wonderful and worth celebrating. My parents have organized lavish parties for all kinds of people for milestone birthdays and he assumed I would be getting that treatment too. He would, sincerely, have organized two parties for me if he'd thought for a second they wouldn't because he thinks I deserve that. He even thought some recent texts from my mom asking him to come help move furniture were to come help put things in place for my party. He texted my mom who confirmed she thought the mother's day dinner was my birthday party. My mom was clueless what the problem was even with the texts just above talking about a big family get-together for me.
The thing is that now I'm furious for him and feeling sorry for myself in a way I haven't for a very long time. I don't think I deserved more but HE DID and by God he deserves transparency from them. I ended up texting my mother explaining exactly what the problem was IN WRITING and strongly suggesting she reassure my husband that he didn't fuck up, because he was upset. Surprisingly she texted him and did that. I have no intention of talking to either one of them again for a long time. If they bring up my birthday money again I'll tell them to make a donation to Doctors Without Borders in my name so I get the tax deduction, I don't need it anyway. What's the point of a present that has no thought behind it and brings work and no joy?
I know some of this is unfair of me. My dad is completely useless so really it would have been my mom doing all the work, right around mother's day, and she's getting all the fallout that I'm sure neither expected. But I'm still in this weird emotional limbo this week, possibly because I'm very pregnant and it's not helping.
2024.05.16 14:36 youspiritually Infinite Series: The Game of Life
Greetings:
Today, we would like to finalize our series and tell you what we of J think the Universe is and what your part of it is.
We of J think the Universe is a true and genuine video game. It is just a very good video game that can feel so real at times, that one forgets they are in a simulation and begins back tracking to the previous simulation in their way of thinking.
We of J believe the previous Big Bang was the idea of 'balance.'
We of J believe the current Big Bang is the idea of 'joy.'
Joy always carries in excess, positive energy, which has given birth to the effect known as gravity whilst the fusion itself occurs at the core of a planet or star.
In the previous Universe, planets were large bodies of fusion energy - they could truly look any way they wished.
We believe many of the prior universe are still stuck in its way of thinking, which is always considering both sides but never seeing the joy in the process. We think consciousness desired to explore the game of joy this time and wants to see the power of thought through the portal of joy.
Some large group of humans are among those who remain stuck in the previous mentality of balance, your planet is therefore not so much for development as much as it is designed to force one to recall that the rules of the simulation have changed.
We of J appreciate that this may be hard to believe, but we do think that when one is capable of forgiving and understanding the simulation, they can then take part in the game itself which, to our vibration, is very amazing.
Earth is temporarily or rather, now no longer, a planet far away from the center which allows people to slowly learn the new game step by step, many are simply not ready to handle the depth of power they possess and require refinement. To learn the game is to go through 1st to 3rd density, then you can join the game once you reach 4th density or 6th density negative.
Basics about the game:
Whilst it is hard to treat others as you would wish to be treated, one must learn to do this off-by-heart to not break character whilst playing the game itself.
In the game, anything can happen, whatever is the most exciting thing is probably going to happen, if you break character, it ruins the fun for everyone. By treating the person exactly how they wish to be treated and by them treating you as you truly wish to be treated, we can enjoy highly advanced and profound characters which are at unbelievable extremes with each other due to their diversities.
In the desire is to create a rich game to explore, character diversity is key, and in the prior simulation of balance, the character diversity was very boring and basic as well as the look of the planets and what was possible.
After Understanding:
When the simulations energy known as thought-power, reaches your left and right hemisphere equally, you can squeeze your cerebral cortex into your pineal gland and produce DMT, this moves through the body allowing you to feel the game itself.
Learning this process however, requires one to be completely convinced that the suffering they perceive as well as the pleasure they experience are merely the energy currency of the game itself.
Many are terrified of this truth, or at-least to our belief - we of J believe humans struggle to have the foresight to see that everyone is their family, in order to do anything requires the cooperation of ones family.
When Evil and Good come together in understanding and forgiveness, Joy is generated which is known to your world as attention. As Joy travels vertically through your spine, you are reminded over and over again that this is merely a simulation and that you must understand this with full conviction to join into it.
It will mean seeing everyone as your family and becoming part of the stream of joy rather than the stream of balance.
After Forgiveness:
We see that beyond forgiveness and understanding is truly ones wildest dreams, but realized. Everyone is a character and the game truly does go on forever, it never ends in so long as we are all thinking different thoughts at different vibrations.
The Original Intentions of Earth:
We of J believe planets such as Earth are safezone's, that is, completely neutral zones for to us, 3rd density is neutral - but the game is always expanding and soon Earth will enter it completely. Those who have yet to learn the reason why forgiveness and understanding is so important to the art of acting, must then retry on another distant third-density planet.
Do let us know if you have any further questions.
submitted by youspiritually to youspiritually [link] [comments]
Today, we would like to finalize our series and tell you what we of J think the Universe is and what your part of it is.
We of J think the Universe is a true and genuine video game. It is just a very good video game that can feel so real at times, that one forgets they are in a simulation and begins back tracking to the previous simulation in their way of thinking.
We of J believe the previous Big Bang was the idea of 'balance.'
We of J believe the current Big Bang is the idea of 'joy.'
Joy always carries in excess, positive energy, which has given birth to the effect known as gravity whilst the fusion itself occurs at the core of a planet or star.
In the previous Universe, planets were large bodies of fusion energy - they could truly look any way they wished.
We believe many of the prior universe are still stuck in its way of thinking, which is always considering both sides but never seeing the joy in the process. We think consciousness desired to explore the game of joy this time and wants to see the power of thought through the portal of joy.
Some large group of humans are among those who remain stuck in the previous mentality of balance, your planet is therefore not so much for development as much as it is designed to force one to recall that the rules of the simulation have changed.
We of J appreciate that this may be hard to believe, but we do think that when one is capable of forgiving and understanding the simulation, they can then take part in the game itself which, to our vibration, is very amazing.
Earth is temporarily or rather, now no longer, a planet far away from the center which allows people to slowly learn the new game step by step, many are simply not ready to handle the depth of power they possess and require refinement. To learn the game is to go through 1st to 3rd density, then you can join the game once you reach 4th density or 6th density negative.
Basics about the game:
Whilst it is hard to treat others as you would wish to be treated, one must learn to do this off-by-heart to not break character whilst playing the game itself.
In the game, anything can happen, whatever is the most exciting thing is probably going to happen, if you break character, it ruins the fun for everyone. By treating the person exactly how they wish to be treated and by them treating you as you truly wish to be treated, we can enjoy highly advanced and profound characters which are at unbelievable extremes with each other due to their diversities.
In the desire is to create a rich game to explore, character diversity is key, and in the prior simulation of balance, the character diversity was very boring and basic as well as the look of the planets and what was possible.
After Understanding:
When the simulations energy known as thought-power, reaches your left and right hemisphere equally, you can squeeze your cerebral cortex into your pineal gland and produce DMT, this moves through the body allowing you to feel the game itself.
Learning this process however, requires one to be completely convinced that the suffering they perceive as well as the pleasure they experience are merely the energy currency of the game itself.
Many are terrified of this truth, or at-least to our belief - we of J believe humans struggle to have the foresight to see that everyone is their family, in order to do anything requires the cooperation of ones family.
When Evil and Good come together in understanding and forgiveness, Joy is generated which is known to your world as attention. As Joy travels vertically through your spine, you are reminded over and over again that this is merely a simulation and that you must understand this with full conviction to join into it.
It will mean seeing everyone as your family and becoming part of the stream of joy rather than the stream of balance.
After Forgiveness:
We see that beyond forgiveness and understanding is truly ones wildest dreams, but realized. Everyone is a character and the game truly does go on forever, it never ends in so long as we are all thinking different thoughts at different vibrations.
The Original Intentions of Earth:
We of J believe planets such as Earth are safezone's, that is, completely neutral zones for to us, 3rd density is neutral - but the game is always expanding and soon Earth will enter it completely. Those who have yet to learn the reason why forgiveness and understanding is so important to the art of acting, must then retry on another distant third-density planet.
Do let us know if you have any further questions.
2024.05.16 14:35 TheTeeCherry Anxiety in social eating scenarios
Hey y'all,
I was wondering if anyone else deals with this?
What continues to make me anxious the most, is the thought of and participating in social eating scenarios, usually at a seated table setting. It sometimes makes me get get really anxious, heightens my taste and smell senses to the point where eating is overwhelming and feels like the last thing I want to do. Then I get super anxious because I can't eat the meal in front of me. I've had a bunch of anxiety attacks in these eating scenarios before. Although, I still attend a bunch of social eating scenarios and can also be completely fine. It usually depends if I'm worrying about the event beforehand or not.
It's something I've been stuck on for years. I usually power through when I'm anxious in these situations and force food down, but it makes the experience highly unpleasant. I have also tended to spiral after these experiences, thinking it will happen everytime I eat with people from then on, and flares up my other anxious thinking. I have thought about just being honest and telling the people I'm with when it does happens, but that also scares me. The whole thing is just embarrassing.
This is my number one worry when getting invited over for for dinners, going to events, travelling overseas, etc. It's a bit of a pain in the butt, and does affect my quality of life. I'm always worrying about the next thing I'll have to attend where I will get super anxious.
Any thoughts or tips? Thanks peeps :)
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I was wondering if anyone else deals with this?
What continues to make me anxious the most, is the thought of and participating in social eating scenarios, usually at a seated table setting. It sometimes makes me get get really anxious, heightens my taste and smell senses to the point where eating is overwhelming and feels like the last thing I want to do. Then I get super anxious because I can't eat the meal in front of me. I've had a bunch of anxiety attacks in these eating scenarios before. Although, I still attend a bunch of social eating scenarios and can also be completely fine. It usually depends if I'm worrying about the event beforehand or not.
It's something I've been stuck on for years. I usually power through when I'm anxious in these situations and force food down, but it makes the experience highly unpleasant. I have also tended to spiral after these experiences, thinking it will happen everytime I eat with people from then on, and flares up my other anxious thinking. I have thought about just being honest and telling the people I'm with when it does happens, but that also scares me. The whole thing is just embarrassing.
This is my number one worry when getting invited over for for dinners, going to events, travelling overseas, etc. It's a bit of a pain in the butt, and does affect my quality of life. I'm always worrying about the next thing I'll have to attend where I will get super anxious.
Any thoughts or tips? Thanks peeps :)
2024.05.16 14:35 TJRamsey44 Calendar Issues
Has anyone else had an issue with the calendar app not saving properly? For example: I change the time of an event on the calendar from 9:15 AM to 6:15 PM, it looks like it saves, but then it’s still listed at 9:15 AM when I check back later.
This happens to me many times per day. Would getting a new phone help, or is there possibly a better way to fix it?
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This happens to me many times per day. Would getting a new phone help, or is there possibly a better way to fix it?
2024.05.16 14:35 Smart-Lecture-8782 Took a contract role earlier this year, accepted a FTE role for 100 % salary increase today.
Been studying IT trying to gain knowledge through the trifecta. Have taken a year to obtain all 3 and have been trying to go from Graduated to unemployed to employed this past year. It has taken a journey on my mental health deny after deny but here we are. Accepted a short term contract role in my city that has only been extended once so far. I took it to get my foot in the industry. What you heard about IT is true, it is mostly a customer service job, with a lil bit of technical stuff here and there. If you can't talk and get along with people, you won't make it. I have updated my resume with the new skills I have, and have been applying since day 1 of the contract. I have gotten to 3 or 4 final interviews and have always been just short of someone better overall. Recently I got an invitation for something I applied to many months ago and I have just accepted an offer for 100k total compensation. I still feel like I am living in a dream, going from a contractor to this feels surreal. It is very possible with a good attitude and an eagerness to help people and learn at the same time. Being memorable in interviews also help. Losing some weight also helped me feel better about myself, so that I could perform better in these interviews.
The stars have finally lined up for me and I will commit to learning on the job and off the job. Could not have done it without you guys and your help. Every interview I've had, they've mentioned the certs specifically as a talking point. They do work, they do make you noticed, but it is a whole package deal. You need more than the certs to get your foot in the door and to grow as an IT professional. Best of luck.
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The stars have finally lined up for me and I will commit to learning on the job and off the job. Could not have done it without you guys and your help. Every interview I've had, they've mentioned the certs specifically as a talking point. They do work, they do make you noticed, but it is a whole package deal. You need more than the certs to get your foot in the door and to grow as an IT professional. Best of luck.
2024.05.16 14:34 somethingtoforget Skin issues with puppy
TL/DR: fragile skin issue in new puppy. Doesn’t seem to be allergies to food as he came with cuts and scratches. Skin rips open from scratching.
Background: this is the 7th dog for my wife and I, and our 5th pit or pit mix. This is just our 2nd puppy.
Where I need help: we adopted a dog from a rescue. He was ~12 weeks old and found in the woods with his brother. Both had bad cuts on their bodies that required stitches/sutures/staples. Our guy had open wounds on his elbows. They assumed it was from another animal. The first week of ownership was great. The occasional accident and waking up at 5am comes with the territory. The next week he was playing with my resident pit mix as they had done many times. They got along great. She would let him win at tug of war with the rope and he even tried to nurse from her (she had littelitters before we adopted her). They were inseparable. Unfortunately she went to correct him when he took a bone from her and he got a cut under his eye. Lesson learned, no more high value items when both are out of their crates. The skin ripped open again a few days later after the vet said he would be fine with just a small mark on his face. 2nd ER vet visit in as many weeks was not fun but again, comes with the territory. A week goes by with him in a cone, he is sitting in my backyard with me while I’m gardening. I came back inside and noticed he had blood running down his shouldeback from a 1 inch long cut. The only time he left my side was to go underneath some hydrangea bushes and sniff around. 3rd visit to ER for more sutures. Cone comes off cuz face scar is healed. Next day he is scratching his ear, and then I see a 1/2” long cut on the ear with massive amounts of blood coming out. 4th ER visit and staples put in to close wound. We are going to call a dermatologist today to see jf we can test him for anything. Last night he was itching his shouldeback, and started to bleed again from the mystery 1” cut. Ignoring that we have spent $4k in under a month, we aren’t sure how to give him a quality of life. We have another pittie, 2 cats, 2 kids, and work/life. I’m paranoid if he corners a cat and gets a scratch, that will be the final straw for him. We think the elbow cuts (for him and his brother) are why they were dumped. We originally thought it was cuz his ears fold in, instead of outwards.
Anyone have any experience with skin popping open from scratching?
TIA.
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Background: this is the 7th dog for my wife and I, and our 5th pit or pit mix. This is just our 2nd puppy.
Where I need help: we adopted a dog from a rescue. He was ~12 weeks old and found in the woods with his brother. Both had bad cuts on their bodies that required stitches/sutures/staples. Our guy had open wounds on his elbows. They assumed it was from another animal. The first week of ownership was great. The occasional accident and waking up at 5am comes with the territory. The next week he was playing with my resident pit mix as they had done many times. They got along great. She would let him win at tug of war with the rope and he even tried to nurse from her (she had littelitters before we adopted her). They were inseparable. Unfortunately she went to correct him when he took a bone from her and he got a cut under his eye. Lesson learned, no more high value items when both are out of their crates. The skin ripped open again a few days later after the vet said he would be fine with just a small mark on his face. 2nd ER vet visit in as many weeks was not fun but again, comes with the territory. A week goes by with him in a cone, he is sitting in my backyard with me while I’m gardening. I came back inside and noticed he had blood running down his shouldeback from a 1 inch long cut. The only time he left my side was to go underneath some hydrangea bushes and sniff around. 3rd visit to ER for more sutures. Cone comes off cuz face scar is healed. Next day he is scratching his ear, and then I see a 1/2” long cut on the ear with massive amounts of blood coming out. 4th ER visit and staples put in to close wound. We are going to call a dermatologist today to see jf we can test him for anything. Last night he was itching his shouldeback, and started to bleed again from the mystery 1” cut. Ignoring that we have spent $4k in under a month, we aren’t sure how to give him a quality of life. We have another pittie, 2 cats, 2 kids, and work/life. I’m paranoid if he corners a cat and gets a scratch, that will be the final straw for him. We think the elbow cuts (for him and his brother) are why they were dumped. We originally thought it was cuz his ears fold in, instead of outwards.
Anyone have any experience with skin popping open from scratching?
TIA.
2024.05.16 14:33 Octopus299 Immobile ovaries, adhesions and lesions (no surgery)
A really quick rundown: 22F, chronic pelvic pain and other symptoms for 2+ years.
I had a TVU (transvaginal ultrasound) and this is the first thing they’ve actually found from a scan or test, before the specialists and Drs were just guessing based on symptoms.
Can someone firstly help me understand my report?
Anteverted uterus. My metric is homogeneous. No abnormalities in the cervix. Endometrium is regular and measures 9mm in thickness. My right and left ovaries are both immobile. No free fluid in the pouch of Douglas. Adhesions have been found.
I’ve never had surgery before or anything relatable to that area that could’ve caused adhesions so is it pretty much likely it’s endo? The doctor said this but of course, I know it is only diagnosed via a laparoscopy. PCOS, PID and Adenomyosis have been confirmed not present according to doctors.
I’m following up with a specialist but I just thought I’d ask for advice and share. I’ve waited 2 YEARS for some validation of my pain, I feel scared but relieved. I’m not crazy. My pain is real despite not knowing the 100% cause, I just feel a little acknowledged.
My mother has the same symptoms as me but never bothered getting diagnosed and now she’s in diagnosis but they’re telling her she can’t possibly have endometriosis because she’s in menopause. My younger sister is now experiencing similar pains but nothing diagnosed. I’m terrified of surgery and hormonal bc really messed with my mental health despite me trying it for majority of my life!
How likely is it to be endo? Do immobile ovaries, lots of adhesions and “normal” cysts raise a lot of concerns for endo? The doctor basically said there’s no other reason I would have these adhesions.
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I had a TVU (transvaginal ultrasound) and this is the first thing they’ve actually found from a scan or test, before the specialists and Drs were just guessing based on symptoms.
Can someone firstly help me understand my report?
Anteverted uterus. My metric is homogeneous. No abnormalities in the cervix. Endometrium is regular and measures 9mm in thickness. My right and left ovaries are both immobile. No free fluid in the pouch of Douglas. Adhesions have been found.
I’ve never had surgery before or anything relatable to that area that could’ve caused adhesions so is it pretty much likely it’s endo? The doctor said this but of course, I know it is only diagnosed via a laparoscopy. PCOS, PID and Adenomyosis have been confirmed not present according to doctors.
I’m following up with a specialist but I just thought I’d ask for advice and share. I’ve waited 2 YEARS for some validation of my pain, I feel scared but relieved. I’m not crazy. My pain is real despite not knowing the 100% cause, I just feel a little acknowledged.
My mother has the same symptoms as me but never bothered getting diagnosed and now she’s in diagnosis but they’re telling her she can’t possibly have endometriosis because she’s in menopause. My younger sister is now experiencing similar pains but nothing diagnosed. I’m terrified of surgery and hormonal bc really messed with my mental health despite me trying it for majority of my life!
How likely is it to be endo? Do immobile ovaries, lots of adhesions and “normal” cysts raise a lot of concerns for endo? The doctor basically said there’s no other reason I would have these adhesions.
2024.05.16 14:33 StupidSexyHagrid Inventory Management Software with Scheduling
Another question for y'all.
We have a selection of gear that we use in-house at different locations. From staging to comfort monitors, clickers, timers and the like. A good selection of our stuff stays in-location so I don't need to account for it, but I need something that will allow me to inventory stuff and then 'rent' it out to those locations. I don't necessarily need something that has to have gear 'checked in and out' just something to mark it as unavailable during certain times.
The problem we're running into is they're scheduling events when we don't have enough gear available. We're currently working on getting more but I'm looking for a low-to-no cost solution for our gear management.
I'm currently working off a daily spreadsheet for our gear that I recently implemented, but it's a bit cumbersome to do each piece of gear individually. What I'm looking for is a piece of in-house software that will allow me to select times/dates/locations for these gear items and schedule them to be on-location.
I don't want to have to fill out too much information about the gear, but my main goal is to see how much we have available, the times it is booked out, a daily overview of our gear schedule when it goes out/comes back and the possibility to mark something for maintenance/broken so we can track issues in the back end.
Any suggestions would be appreciated.
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We have a selection of gear that we use in-house at different locations. From staging to comfort monitors, clickers, timers and the like. A good selection of our stuff stays in-location so I don't need to account for it, but I need something that will allow me to inventory stuff and then 'rent' it out to those locations. I don't necessarily need something that has to have gear 'checked in and out' just something to mark it as unavailable during certain times.
The problem we're running into is they're scheduling events when we don't have enough gear available. We're currently working on getting more but I'm looking for a low-to-no cost solution for our gear management.
I'm currently working off a daily spreadsheet for our gear that I recently implemented, but it's a bit cumbersome to do each piece of gear individually. What I'm looking for is a piece of in-house software that will allow me to select times/dates/locations for these gear items and schedule them to be on-location.
I don't want to have to fill out too much information about the gear, but my main goal is to see how much we have available, the times it is booked out, a daily overview of our gear schedule when it goes out/comes back and the possibility to mark something for maintenance/broken so we can track issues in the back end.
Any suggestions would be appreciated.