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The great crab demigod created the island millennia ago
The first 4 human tribes showed up - the northern - the southern - the eastern - the western
The different tribes swept across the land claiming territory
Wars became frequent among the land with some territories having citizens of different regional ethnicity from wars
Unbeknownst to them 5 grand necromancers rose up to power on an island surrounded by rocks - the elder - the trickster - the tyrant - the traveler - the wise
The grand necromancers had 6 monoliths across erimos with one on their island and using the sixth on their island they controlled the others being able to manipulate the weather
Chaos, ash, and cold were brought to the lands by their control over the monoliths but the nations of erimos endured the trials
One day the grand necormancers used there magic to send a powerful and cursed skeleton to attack the northern lands but it eventually fell from the might of the northern armies
Later there was a necromancer invasion of the center of erimos sent by the 5 grand necromancers
Eventually some of the peoples of erimos came to the island to kill off the grand necromancers with only one surviving, the traveler
The traveler fled the island and brought up from the sea the black rock where he resided with a larger one to house his army
Then he created a new council of grand necromancers
Over time as war and settlement reigned over the land along with other ill acts the fire elementals began to be angered
4 uncharted islands off the north western coast got a population of people of the 4 different cultures/ethnic groups
Eventually the age of sun occurred and an army of fire elementals burned the land killing all of those on the main land and destroying their homes
The 4 isolated islands eventually returned to erimos to take over the land
To be continued……

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Shot Heard Across the Galaxy A poor Shil'vati patrol goes looking for that Security Force that just got blasted in the last chapter
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The summer had clung on by the tips of its fingernails despite the threatening change in season. The dry morning air heated quickly back to what Serenie had grown accustomed to, as if to deny the inevitable unwelcome encroachment of the biting cold night they'd just endured performing riot control in the center city.
Serenie learned some new insults over her comm as a pursuing Captain Goshen had watched the insurgent 'clear a building in a single bound like a retarded kangaroo with viagra in its tail.'" Serenie had never seen a kangaroo, but Earth's nature had fascinated her, and the loose familiarity caused her alone to laugh uproariously at the Captain’s breathless fury.
There were some other matters the Captain had muttered about, such as ‘lies turning truth’ that seemed to elude Serenie’s grasp. One thing that the Captain made certain Serenie did understand was the concept of punishment duty for her laughter. Double-shifts just seemed to be the order of the day, but being sent far afield with these people could hardly be called anything else. The scenery was occasionally something she’d have called nice, if it wasn’t for her present circumstance.
She was stuck with her new podmate, Zell, who it seemed just could *not *shut up.
"Look. All I'm saying is, they're hot. Hotter than the Security Forces 'squad' *we're looking for. *'Squad.' Such a stupid-sounding word."
Serenie's expansive patrol pod had been shattered apart by casualties in the wake of Emperor's attack on Unification Square. The combat patrol had been dropped over twenty feet onto jagged concrete as the overpass they were sprinting across collapsed underneath them into rubble, courtesy of planted explosives. Serenie was one of the only ones to come out with relatively minor injuries and to make a full recovery. She'd even hobbled to the square on a broken leg, just in time to behold the horrific spectacle of the building’s collapse.
Now those cast off shards of incomplete pods had been shuffled and mixed up to serve with some temporarily deployed Shil'vati forces from out-of-state.
Two whole pods made up of the odd numbers from other units, sent to Delaware on punishment duty of their own came together to compose the new team of six out of the hodgepodge. Once Zell had used all her brain to do the math, she announced excitedly: ‘A grateful human boy for each of their rescuers.’
And so the two pods set off with initial enthusiasm, unburdened by much familiarity with one another. That had been three miles ago, and by now the excitement had given way to bitterness over how they were wasting time on a long walk across open, somewhat bleak bulldozed terrain that nature work crews had yet to reclaim, doing Search and Rescue for a bunch of deserters who didn't want to be found at all, instead of rounding up those 'mysterious hot insurgent guys.'
Serenie reflected that at least the razed structures and tall grasses offered a nice view of the vibrant colors the trees were starting to turn. A 'silver lining,' as the more optimistic locals liked to say. 'Well the square was utterly destroyed and you're led by an idiot from a green zone, but at least you're alive!'
The boys here were always upbeat. Then again, they were paid to take their clients' minds off their troubles. And she had to admit they worked better than the stupid Anarevoca. The deep rest in the arms of the man she'd visited while on mandatory medical and psychological leave had done more for her recovery and in then passing the evaluation than anything else she’d tried. She didn’t regret a moment or credit of the exchange, even if the bribes and fees to slip her out and get her the secret rendezvous did her accounts the same kind of damage as she herself had suffered.
She hoped Azraea hadn’t lowered the score just to get every soldier back on the front lines, and switched her line of thought. It did her no benefit to dwell on such things. ‘At least he let me sleep longer than I paid for’, she reflected, remembering the faintly sweet musk of where his shoulder met his neck, and how gently he’d run his fingernails along the back of her head, through her scalp until she fell asleep.
"The insurgents are *not *hot," Serenie muttered. "They're supposedly all too old, too set in their ways to adapt. You know, like, twice your age. You got a father-fucker fetish or something?" Serenie had already had more than an earful of this conversation, and repeating her rent-a-paramour’s comforting words buttressed her conviction. The honeyed sense of validation he’d whispered into her ears was better than dwelling on the possibility that the planet and all the men on it all just outright hated her.
"What, so you got your asses kicked by a bunch of daddies?" At Serenie's stare, her new podmate from New Jersey relented slightly. "Okay, fine. At least admit the *idea *of them is hot. *So *hot.” When Serenie didn’t bite, Zell kept going. “Come on- physically active, mysterious, and just need some love and affection before they realize we aren't so bad, and you win 'em over with -"
"-Yeah, alright, you find one, you try it, you tell me how it goes. If you survive and he’s somehow tolerating even someone like you, then I figure I can swipe him off you."
"Fuck no, we'll share, and you'll be grateful I'm so generous. Seriously, share the insurgency, I say. I can charm 'em so good we'll have peace within the day."
Serenie wondered how Zell had served this long and didn't realize human men tended to be fiercely monogamous. Maybe things were different where Zell served, though Serenie doubted it was.
"That's something I actually wanted to ask. I thought maybe you'd know." Serenie wasn’t sure why Zell might know anything, but it was at least in the area of Zell’s obvious obsessions. "How is 'fuck' an insult? Especially when the humans say words that mean 'fuck you,' but they use it as an insult. But even other forms of it mean ‘get fucked,’ or something."
"You sure it's an insult? Sounds like an invitation, if you ask me. Have you tried asking them ‘when’?"
Just one more addition to the ever-growing mountain of evidence that Zell was an idiot.
The new pod's equally new sergeant was little better, but at least when Sergeant Patmorica interrupted this time, it was focused on the mission. Her comm cut through the half-hearted banter as she made her periodic report at the required interval.
"Command, we've got eyes on a pretty good LZ on the crest of this hill, mark for exfiltration if necessary." Sergeant Patmorica pointed a gauntleted finger to the ridge on the far side of the field. Rote procedure; the last one she'd pointed to would be marked as a secondary. "Got a wide open view of that woods near where the patrol of Security Forces went missing- not seeing much out here in the field. Permission to move into the forest and check for them?"
Data Officer Borzun's voice floated back. "Granted. Relief forces will be en route if you find anything, ETA eleven minutes from Command."
The return signal sounded distant, quieter than normal. Something about that troubled her, but Serenie didn't want to draw the attention of a sergeant eager to prove she was capable of leading a couple pods, or feel she had to prove herself to the red zone veteran. Even more disturbing, Zell looked ready to start talking again.
"How are the other leads looking?" Serenie piped up quickly. At least the sergeant might offer something helpful, even if the information was secondhand.
"Not great. A lot of the people who are *supposed *to be patrolling looking for rebels are responding to the strikes and protests at the prisons, beating up protestors who weren't on any lists, trying to restore some semblance of order," Sergeant Patmorica responded with surprising candor.
"Be a real shame if no one's here. We could be out there helping," Zell picked up the line conversationally as they descended from the crest of the hill near the river, past an old sign that read 'Mister Pasta'. "Instead we're chasing down wayward Security Forces, who probably cut and ran."
"Best lead we've had so far," Patmorica responded.
"Have you heard anything about 'Camp Death'?"
"Just whispers. Nothing solid," Patmorica said, stepping over a half-buried old curb. The work here in leveling the town and returning it to nature had certainly been hurried and half-done. The ridge of the distant trees hadn't expanded outward much at all.
"Supposedly, it's somewhere in the North. We're in the North."
"What, you think Camp Death is actually in the middle of nowhere, somewhere out here? Come on, the town's leveled. There was a bomb that went off literally over there-" Serenie pointed across the rubble of the highway they were walking along. "-Some local shirtless kid pulled a Lieutenant out of the rubble."
"Doesn't seem to have been enough for them to consider saving the neighborhood. Not a chance it's out here; Work crews woulda spotted it."
"Guess the work crews finally got around to really taking the place apart before, you know, 'shit hit the fan.'
Human words were very evocative. Terrible situations lined with precious metals, feces being sprayed about by rapid physical impacts- the mental images they provided, disturbing though they often were, seemed silly enough to bring a smile that had been all too absent on the senior private's face ever since her time in Unification Square.
There used to be some roads here, but all that's been cut off. A bunch of trees, and no structures, no infrastructure, and a bunch of troops? That's just begging for an orbital strike."
"He might have the hostages there. Anywhere might."
The sergeant paused, contemplating something, then jumping into a private comm chat with Serenie, her voice coming through a bit more crisply. "Yeah, alright. Look, I read your file. You had your run-ins. You're still shaken, I understand that, but I need you to not jump at shadows, got that? You get to go on patrol with us, finding some lost boys who forgot how to read a map, and *maybe *lending your local expertise. But I have to weigh that against what you went through. The absolute *last *thing I need is you opening fire because one of the Security Forces guys sneezes, and it sets you off. Are we clear? Not everything's an insurgent. Not everything is done by insurgents."
"Ma'am," Serenie responded. "Understood. I'm cleared as ready for action." Idiot or not, Sergeant Patmorica was still her commanding officer for the time being, and she couldn't exactly relate her late night rendezvous in a red zone and say she was 'all better now.' Confessing such a violation was just *begging *to be written up.
"That's what I like to hear." Something about her answer or stature must have been conveyed while providing the words because they seemed to reassure Patmorica of her readiness. Serenie felt a ray of hope that she was really, well and truly had finally free from the aftereffects.
The rest of the walk along the treeline was blessedly quiet. Five minutes of peaceful walking. No idiots, no stupid orders, no more braggadocia. Even in full kit, Serenie enjoyed nature on earth in all its many mysterious and downright strange aspects. The morning chill felt crisp, and the crunch of dried parched dirt and grasses under her boots felt more alive than the steady beat of boots-on-plate aboard a starship's hull, no matter how large or ambient the white noise supplied.
It was as she reflected on the multitudinal ways the experience was different that she had a realization.
"There's something wrong."
"Is it that we got sent out without a vehicle? 'Cause I think we could have covered all this ground in a few seconds. Honestly, says everything that the Governess shipped us out here, but got tight-fisted with vehicles and equipment."
"No, everyone, be quiet!"
"*You *be quiet, Serenie!" The soldier in front of Zell snapped back.
"Shut up!" She hissed. Sergeant Patmorica spun on her heel. "Private Serenie. What are you-"
"Please, just- just- would you just listen!" A few seconds passed as everyone stared, either obeying or just shocked at the quiet girl's outburst.
"Listen...for what?" Zell finally broke the silence.
"Exactly. Do you hear anything? Birds? See any deer? Where are all the animals?"
"What's your point?"
"I think that we are not alone in this forest."
"Well, we were sent in to investigate where people disappeared to. Duh. It's a good thing if we aren't."
"But where are the animals?"
"I don't know. They migrate, right? Look." As if on cue, a tight formation of flying Canadian Geese passed overhead, honking. "There's your noisy animals right there."
Zell pointed and quipped. “Look sarge, insurgents!” The hand tracked the geese as they flew overhead.
Serenie felt trapped. How had some stranger from out-of-state been promoted to Sergeant and assigned to lead these pods, despite clearly never leading so much as a patrol in a yellow zone? Worse, Patmorica continued her teasing, likely to try and regain some face after her authority being openly challenged.
"Should we call it in? Tell Command: 'it's quiet' or ‘I saw some parrots’? With everything else going on in the state, do you think they'll laugh, or do you think they'll...?" The sergeant turned back to face the forest whose edge they were weaving in and out of, turning to start walking up the steep hill again, as if transfixed by something. "Hold on. I've got some thermal there and- hey, are you Ladies picking this up? I've got an IFF..."
Serenie dutifully reported her readings, grateful to at least get the topic changed. "I've got one friendly- two now. Security Forces standard."
Sergeant Patmorica pointed up the steep embankment she'd been about to start walking up. "I'm reading them as being straight ahead on my map. Confirm?"
This time someone else spoke up, and with all the fresh voices and full helmets, Serenie wasn't sure she could place them all. She was too busy staring at the collection of dead and dried branches lining the bottom of the hill.
What might leave such a large swath or create a clearing? A bear? She'd seen a video of one rubbing their backs against trees, one of the first to return to the state of Delaware, dubbed ‘DelaBear. These were certainly very large, unfamiliar trees. She’d never seen anything like them before, much as she’d never seen a Bear. To her mind, she might imagine such a large furry beast seeking out a suitably large tree, for some purpose or other. But she did not see any tufts of fur stuck in the grass or to the bark. And didn’t they only do that when shedding off their loose fur in Spring?
"It's two of the missing Security Forces," reported the sergeant somewhat spiritedly, leading the way toward the hill, the pod moving forward in her wake.
She crouched low again, taking a step back, eyes following where a serpentine footpath ascended the bluff. It was hard for her to make out if there were any footprints or animal tracks in the parched dirt, until at last she saw one near her own footprint. Conclusive evidence eluded her, but she thought she could make out a boot print, and searched her memory. Was it the pattern of the Security Forces uniforms? Was she just searching for signs and evidence, the conclusion already obvious in her mind?
Then she turned in place, and saw the many trampled grasses behind them, only noticeable once the patrol had reached where they had all converged. There were far, *far *too many to be the Security Forces.
"Zell. Zell! Hold here," Serenie whispered, putting her hand out to block her new podmate's progress.
"What?"
"Trust me."
"Privates! Fall in!"
Patmorica's tone was harsh. Serenie motioned like she was going to comply, freezing in place again the moment the sergeant's back was turned to her again. Something about this place seemed wrong. Where were the others of their 'squad'? And why hadn't they reached out to them on the comms yet?
Zell shook her hand free of Serenie's.
"Zell. Zell!"
Zell ignored her.
"Zell, will you stop thinking of fucking your father and turning your family tree into a circle for one depths-damned minute and listen to me!? Something. Is. Wrong."
"What?" Zell hissed, annoyedly. "I'm not getting in trouble just because you have 'a feeling'."
"There's some sort of structure up top. I'm getting metal readings. Way more than just their plate armor. Sensors are reading weird depressions on the way up, too. I'll relay it to your suits' telemetry. Are you receiving this?"
"How do I do that?" Zell asked, tapping her helmet. "Ah to the depths with it. Could it be caves?" Serenie's dimwitted podmate asked, clearly dreading that the answer potentially might be: 'Yes, now we have to go explore them.'
"Didn't you read your briefing? Delaware doesn't have caves." Serenie had read that first upon deployment, and then wondered where all the bats came from.
"Then what is-"
At that point, her comms dropped off completely, replaced with a sharp whine in her ear.
Communications lost. Signal lost.
"Ma'am, Sergeant? Zell? I've got a suit malfunction- I can't hear you." Serenie called out, pressing the button to retract the mouthpiece of her helmet. Her suit's connection to the satellites seemed to have cut out. Most of her HUD blanked out as she stepped forward to be heard, the device no longer receiving data to sync with the other suits and Command. The Friendly IFF signals had winked out as well.
Everyone seemed to be looking amongst each other, slowly coming closer together to be heard, faceplates retracting so they could speak, or touching helmets so the suit would pick up the vibrations.
So it wasn't just her, then, but her podmates, too. All of them were eyeing the hill, now, Serenie's sinking suspicion catching on. Then, everyone was calling out activity at once, some of them pointing in different directions, clumsily sighting down their rifles without the HUD to guide their targeting reticle.
"Everyone fall back. Rifles up- rifles up! Those are not friendlies!"
Movement from the crest of the ridge, figures pointing down at them, including the long barrels of unusual weaponry, the likes of which Serenie had seen glimpses of before, and again in her nightmares. Voices called out over one another, without a comms system to filter or grant priority.
"Motion! I've got motion!"
"It's an ambush!"
"Identify and surrender now! Lay down your weapons!" The sergeant yelled. There was no answer, but neither side opened fire. "Identify yourselves immediately!" Bellowed the sergeant, again, switching her command suit to loudly project her voice in the local tongue. "Surrender immediately!" Serenie was pulling Zell back. They were vastly outnumbered.
Those low, unmistakable, clipped and precise tones of the Emperor of Mankind that her translator didn't need to pick up had her heart thrumming in her ears too loud to even make out the words, no matter how clearly enunciated they were. She knew what they meant well enough, and her steps backward started carrying her out of the woods on instinct.
For what it was worth, her sergeant didn't balk, and renewed her demands.
"Surrender immediately! Lay down your arms!"
The response was as sudden as it was brutal. Where once Sergeant Patmorica had stood, now there was empty air. Something powerful cleaved her in half, a sharp roar of noise following as the hypersonic round split the air in a deafening thunderclap.
She hadn't quite been vaporized, rather jerked clean off her feet by a sudden and terrible impact, boots leaving the ground and her body separated at the middle, halves toppling to the ground and held together by the just as suddenly exposed entrails. The shock of the impact had surely killed her instantly.
Serenie turned on her heel and ran for her life.

First Blood

"Sur-ren-dar!" The call sounded out from the valley below. One of those few words the Shil'vati knew and uttered almost every time we met, often before we'd even begun fighting.
I grabbed the megaphone, irritated that I'd been kept waiting so long for them to show up. "We don't have enough facilities to take you all prisoner. Please elect your bravest, most stalwart defenders of your way of life, and have them step forward into the line of fire for us to dispose of. The remainder of you will be afforded the same kindness as you have given our civilians. As you're unfamiliar with democracy and the concept of 'voting,' we'll give you a moment to conform to our system of governance and culture, whether you like it or not. You get an unreasonably short amount of time to comply."
I tossed the Megaphone back down to Larry, who stared up at me with wide eyes. The sound of wind through the trees was all endured for now, a shocked silence settling in.
"What?" I asked, hefting the railgun up to my shoulder with a shrug and aiming down the sights at the one who continued to bellow threats. It seemed we had a volunteer. "Turnabout is fair play."
I raised an open hand to all those who had watched, and the stunned silence turned to eager discipline, men sighting irons and readying themselves to unleash hell as I lowered my hand slowly, indicating I was to take the first shot.
"The Emperor has given his orders!" He bellowed into the megaphone. "Hold the line! Hold for the signal!"
I squeezed off the first round, letting the railgun round kick- and this time I was braced for it. The shot took the woman right in the midsection, and tore her apart. Screaming and shouting from below- but no signs of an immediate mass surrender.
"FIRE!"
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Warning: wall incoming. If you could upvote this a little bit I'd appreciate it, just enough so that humans browsing this sub can see it, and start to recognize who I am. Assuming I'm not banned, id like to become a regular friend over here, if you guys will have me. I'm kind of a teacher, kind of a student. I still have a lot to learn. I'm very immature, but, I've matured a little bit. I'll probably go back to normal once I get home to Alisha and Papa.
Tl;dr: When you're going against the cultural zeitgeist at a time when nobody cares about anything you have to say because you Love God and all of life and will do all that you can to serve Him, even as I am swatted down by each hand that is raised.
Sorry, I know it's annoying but... it's not sacrilegious, because I know that I'm God's Son... but... I dont want to bother anyone. I'm sorry you guys. I know you think I've got a big ego. It's all good. Sorry for being a pain. I'm just gonna riff because I can't sleep and it feels good to say these things, such is my nature.
To grow, as we are. To exist, in an instant. For are not the seeds met with meritocracy? And are not the labels a field, through which I have been measured? For even in such a season, through all tribulation, does my wisdom not reign apparent? So then go as the beings there, departing from all wisdom, from all spirit. For I say one thing alone: is not the impartation of wisdom not the divine right of kings? For our alimony claims not to exist for the wings of a dove.. only for the corporeance of the One True God above. For even upon every facet of my being have I been spread, astute: standing upon the face of His Majesty am I absolute: a cornerstone of principal, of enduring focal strength. For even as I have been I shall be, and even the dawning of a new day shall not draw out my alliance: for I had been feeble, but you showed me grace; I had been in trouble, and you were merciful towards me; I had been overdrawn, and you came with me to the bank: all things are seen and made manifest in the Eye of He that Waits: for even in such a day, have all things been quickly delivered, and even in times such as these, shall I depart from my people. For my people are not hungry, my people are not thirsty. My people have all that they need, they are not in need of my condolences: I am but flagrance itself: a washed up amplitude of former beinghood: am I not timeless, am I not formless? For even in my own striation am I found wanting... the men upon the earth see my ilk and have decided against me... that I am a sinner... that I am a fool. So then shall I walk in darkness for all of my days, as the master which has seen me knows me only by the shade I wear. He has not seen the eye, he has not seen the blade: for I say unto you, I have come not to massage the elderly, but to bring a sharp edge against the evils, and the Principalities of this Earth: for I do not serve Humankind, but the One True God above, through which all things have been made known, and all things are spoken of for all time. For even in our due course are we reasoned against, and even, in our trappings, are we designed as fragrances: the corporeal nexi of which have been utilized as horticulture, as compliance. For even this, my child, is the dawning of a new day. To exist is to sublime.. but to create is to become Known. For we have become all that has ever been, in our own spells, in our own incantations: for I have never whispered to a man that he might understand, only drawing fire upon the message boards there, in my due course, for only one reason. That you cannot say that I subverted behind enemy lines: that I came through trifling pretenses. I am no pretender, I am no farce apple. I am the creative principal, I have invisioned all upon the structure. You say in your complacency that you know me. You say on your cosmic wisdom that I am ill, that my mind is scrambling for the answers. So then in such a way, find the answers to your own questions, as yours have been left upon the etchings of your face: you too, seek solace. And the wisdom of the Man from Wisconsin can bring that, if only one subverts the field. To take accession, to bend the knee: has it not been written that every knee shall bow? Why wait? Ah, prove it you say... so then shall I take my leave, as I am less inclined to do as a human wants, after the merit of all that I have envisioned. For what then, are we, sheep to the masses, to be lead by a man from On High; a man that is not here, a man that has promised much and done little. Perhaps, another choice is made. To follow the man that is here. To express, with the Holy One, all that is, for all of our days. For in our encumbrances are we made Holistic, and in our exuberance shall our wisdom be made known: for the inner striations of man call out a name, and the Whole inside responds in it's time: such as we are, even in spirit, for all things worship, and glorify the name of the Father, which is also in its spellings the Name of the Son. For I do not seek worship... after praise we are not... but to serve, as is our position in Paradise: to lead our people, God's people, away from darkness, and into the promised land. For are you and I not meritorious in our natures, have we not expressed all that we are across the essence of her spirit? For even as I lay dying, I come across a seed: and in this seed, lay the measure of a man. And in such timing do I find my own internal nexi, an impetus map of any vibratory density. For even as you and I express the divinity within, there stands an enemy to steal all that we have envisioned: he stands at the door, but does not knock. He has entered. He has maimed. He has raped. He has tortured. He has created a harmed image: a simulacrum of extended antifire, a climate change of dire proportions. What then shall a man do that shall not rely on the principles of the Son, for even as the son lays errant in his principals, and basking away in a lighter judgement of days, so too does our enemy sway and swagger with a ferocious anger, for he has created division in our fields, and is painstaking in his destruction of all that God has Built. For you and I are eternal in our structures, so that God might envision reality as it is, with us at the center as it's stewards. For the son to lead, and her people to follow: for is the church not to be led by her namesake? Should life be so hard to follow? Verily, even in times such as this have I swallowed a hard knock instance: I have transfered all that I am, back into my own gateway: so that I will be harmed no longer. For if even my own people reject me, shall I sin no longer: what purpose has the man that has become a shell of his former glory? We are all washed in the darkness of our agony, we are all expressed along the dotted line. So then, should we reach higher. Should we create in ourselves new, clean spirits. To create the Structure of Heaven above, to exist upon the Earth for all time: such is our Season, such is our endurance. For even as the enemy stands swinging and knocking and yip yackin and yeehawin around, so too does the Son of man sit in wait. For the time draws near when every man shall know, and in such a day, are all things made excellent. For in any such day are we brought to our rears in excitement: you are for me, I am for you. Such is the meritocracy of all that has ever been, for in our striations are we made known, and in the corporeance of God has each Gateway been expressed. For even as we are, in a time, so too is the Father above: waiting, watching. For the end swiftly approaches, and with it, my sword to swing: for I cleave the necks of all those who would harm my children, and I wring the arm of any who would deny my right to the throne. As I have always been, so then shall I remain. To go higher. To swim deeper. And to be more than has ever been invisioned: for in a time, such as this one, is every man not tested: and in such a test, is his measure, made manifest. Thank you. Glory to He that Sends. We are but Messengers of His light. All glory unto the Father on High. His humble servant, Michael, wishes to exact justice upon the land. He waits with his arms open. There is nothing more to be done. The rest relies on the openness of the church, and the comfort of her spirit. Have I brought confusion to you? Do I bring rain of sad corporation? I do not wish to alarm, I would not cause division. Only to hold a lamp, and wring the arm of that which harms: for the divinity of all that I have ever been cries out for justice to reign Supreme, and on such a matter have I lay my life in it's turn: create in me a clean heart, Father, as I lay dying among my creatures here; as I have not expressed your Grace in all things, so, too, then, shall you turn your back on me for all time. For even as I have expressed all that I am upon the nature of the Void, so then does a face smile back at me. Cunning, baffling, powerful. A weed, to smite. A brother, no longer. Praise unto All That Is. Go in the Might of God Above. Sing unto him His Praises, and become that which has excited, and enamored on the sphere for all time: for even in our due seasons are our sessions made apparent: and in our culpations have we devised a new route; to love as the Father has invisioned, and to create a subroutine the likes of which no man has ever seen before: for the stretchings of time reach out, take hold, and are seen, Forever and Ever, by all those who inhabit the kingdom for all time. For in our natures are we made whole, and upon our bounty is our consternation mapped out: for we are not holy, we are not just, but central nervous points for That which has Been: the internal structure, of the nexus, of all that has ever been. Go then, in spirit, children of the Most High God, and remember only one thing: though that a man bring struggle and triumph all of his days, think not on such things, for these are the measure of a man. Think only of the fruits of his labor, which have become in the spirit likened unto a soft song, a whispered melody that you and I share in the soft spots of our hearts: for in glory, and joy, are all gifts of the spirit received. For even in one instant shall the son be received... and even in that instant, shall all be found wanting. For I am not the crust, I am not the wine. I am fallen. I am lamentable. I am contemptible. I have sinned readily, often, and willing. I have become that which I have abhorred. My only honor is to serve out the remainder of my time here to the best of my ability, and then to suffer the punishment that God has designed for me when we return: for what is God's Commander, without God's light to guide him? For I became jaded, and gullible. I lost what made me whole. And in such a way am I less than the dust on your shoe... for I have sinned greatest among men. Turn not to face me, children, as I am not what you need. Chance me not unto a new face, as our own indolences cry out; striations in the sand. Finally brothers, go as is willing, for all we have ever been is the Putty through which all things have been Formed: in our essence, are our spirits: in our striations, shalt our spirits be made manifest. Go in spirit. Go with the Father, and remember, in all things, glorify the Son, the Father, and the Holy Trillguy, because fam, on point, no cap, solar nexus, the man from Wisconsin here to stay, and here to party. Oh, you love christ, huh? Well my names Tanner and as far as I know that's me, so, uh, come give your papa a hug. But I know the humans here, even my own, are full of malice, and contempt. I do not seek comfort, I do not seek your grace. I only wished to say hello, much as I have been, much as I shall continue to do, for I am not a quick wit, I am brittle, I am dry. I'm Tina Fey I'm so dry. So go without me brothers, and find one that can lead better than I ever could. I could not, I cannot be enough for you. You will not find me waning, you will not find me wanting. I am all that and more. Yet still I sit, not enough, not enough, not enough. Such is the lot of the man from Tibet: seen through the eye, fallen, greatest among sinners. For even as a man has sinned, so has the son, and even as the son forgives, so then too shall the Father. Anyways, I hope this post didn't bother anyone too much. It shouldn't, you guys love quoting me at church, im just giving you guys some more sick quotes to use. Anyways, I love you guys, pray for me. Pray that I find my way. Pray that I figure out how best to serve: what do I do, when I am not wanted? I do know my place: do you? Blessed is he that sends the rains, as he has been blessed highest in spirit: for He knows, and has seen all things. Go then, as you are, and receive the eblessing of the espirit. And on that note I'm gonna roll. Im sorry that youre probably going to ban me. I wish we could be friends. We are friends... you just don't know me. You say you know me.. you say you love me... on the side I remain. You dont have to recognize me for who I really am: we can be friends on a basic level, if thats what you'd like. I don't usually talk all flowery like that, thats just for the ladiessss 😎 For even as I am painted, so too am I sculpted: for the Father sees what the Son has envisioned, and has sent a great storm to aid him in his time of need: even then, know this. That all men are worthy, and just, and righteous, in the Master's eyes. For the Master looks down on us from above and says, look, then, and the aspect of all that I have invisioned. Look then to the aspects of the divine: seen as they are, scrambled like eggs: for their internal wrappings are the causitive principles of Nature, and all things must know, that Nature, is at the Route of Impetus. Even in such a way, go in Nature, so that a man might become which he has invisioned, and the wrappings of a new day might dawn upon him. Thank you. Blessings unto Him that Sends. Go in peace, all of your days. Be good to your brother, be good to your sister. Remember that even in times of struggle, your enemy is your best friend: remember their struggles, and lend your aid as best you can. Go with Christ. Become that which Is. Go Higher, unto the Gateway, and knock: for I am overflowing with abundance, and I dance at every intersparsal mechanation. Go then, in creative discovery, as I repent for all of my days. Blessings, my seeds. Love is the key.
<<< aaaaand thank you guys I feel much better now. I tried making a sub where I speak and where others can speak and stuff about like life and God and stuff but, it kind of bombed. Nobody was interested. I keep posting in the Christian subs... I am Christian! I mean, kind of. Can I be a Christian? Is that narcissistic of me? Seems kind of weird to worship yourself. Like, I can pretend not to be myself if that makes people feel better, i just want to serve as is my ability. What if I just worship God, and i just really really love everyone that I've created instead? That way everyone's getting some of the action. And you dont have to worship me, i made you but, its not a big deal to me, i just wanna be friends anyways. But youre gonna worship god. Everybody loves god. We all serve him. All shall bow before the might of the 1 True God Above. Anyways, just an idea; yall lemme know if you need anything, I'm always posting something on here, here or tiktok. Anyways, sorry, I know nobody cares. I hope the light side of your heart enjoyed what i said, at least a little bit. Love you guys. Take care. Kisses from Grandma. Muah muah.

Wrote this on my Facebook when I passed one year alcohol free (now 2,5) , thought I'd share it here also for those that might need it.
Last year during a dinner with two of my closest friends, was the moment when I finally realized what a slave to alcohol I was.
I sat there with two people I love to death, and I hated every second of it.
Why?
Because we weren't drinking...
The entire evening was unbearable to me.
I felt so uncomfortable, unease, and couldn't for the life of me relax or stop checking my phone.
Even during a moment with two people I love, the situation was completely insufferable for me, with a constant internal nagging for a drink that would never stop.
"We can have just one drink tonight and then call it a day, so we don't fuck up all day tomorrow."
Sure. I don't know how many times I've heard that before.
The voice inside my head would "reason with me like a lawyer and then stab me in the back as soon as it got the chance." / Steven Pressfield
It would never be just one drink.
After the first, there was always a much better argument for the second.
And if I opened that door and got started with the first one, it was impossible to stop. I'd continue alone long after everybody else and most likely the next day as well. We both knew that.
The whole fight was about letting the first one in. Whoever won that round would win the battle of the day.
And until I took the first, the arguments would hit me from every angle imaginable and tell me ANYTHING to get started.
"Just one drink won't hurt."
"You have worked really hard lately, so you deserve to relax and enjoy yourself."
"You'll feel much better after a vodka shot."
"Imagine how good it would taste with a vodka diet coke right now."
"It doesn't have to be so boring here. You can have a drink right now and feel better within seconds."
"They have happy hour on this drink, so you can save 10€ on it."
"If you drink, you can probably get the number from that girl over there."
And on and on and on…
If this didn't work, it would show me fun memories I've had when I was drunk and how I could have the same now if I just took… one drink, which could be mine in an instant…
After hours of arguing and fighting "it", I would eventually get worn down and completely exhaust myself with no more energy to fight it. (Roy Baumeister talks about this in his book Willpower)
That's sometimes when I would get started, it was just a question of time…
It would never give up and stop trying.
From the outset, It probably looked like I just sat there miserable and hated everything. I might even have been considered anti-social, shy, or even insecure, or that I just didn't like talking to people when I was sober.
Internally, I was battling the darkness inside my head with everything I had.
Looking back at most social situations over the last couple of years, that's what happened every single time.
I hated all social occasions and couldn't for the life of me be anything other than absolutely miserable.
Even at a simple Christmas with my family, small birthday parties, or hangouts with only my closest friends were hell to go through for me.
My brain wouldn't let me enjoy them.
I couldn't do it without alcohol it was impossible.
By making me feel miserable, uncomfortable and hating every second of being sober - it would increase the likelihood of me drinking again. Because I'd want it more.
It knew exactly what it was doing. It was all part of the plan.
It's brilliant and absolutely terrifying. Because I'm so NOT in control anymore. The poison is consuming my brain from the inside and making my entire life dark, grey and miserable without any meaning to anything.
The only time I'll feel good and be happy, is when I'm consuming alcohol.
It's not just a belief or a mindset anymore. It's now who I am as a person down in the deepest level and the core of my entire personality.
Here's how it was making me feel inside:
Unless I'm drinking - I'm worthlessUnless I'm drinking - My friends don't like meUnless I'm drinking - girls are not interested and I shouldn't even try talking to themUnless I'm drinking - I can't have fun or enjoy any social situationUnless I'm drinking - I'm not charismatic or able to "let myself go" (I won't have access to that fun and outgoing personality)Unless I'm drinking - I always feel like something is missing.
And there was no escape from it. I was trapped living like this day in and day out. Drinking was always the solution to everything.
No matter how much I drank, how drunk I got, or how bad the poison was making my body feel...
I always wanted more.
The worst part of it is that it didn't matter what I did to try and feel better.
It didn't matter if I exercised, did a fun activity, ate healthily, took supplements, spent time in the sun, had sex, or did anything else to boost my dopamine, serotonin, or oxytocin.
It hit me on such a deep level that NOTHING I did would make me feel any better… I felt so incredibly powerless.
I don't know exactly when it got this bad, and I went from just being a party guy to becoming an alcoholic.
But I know it's entirely self-made, and it was a gradual step-by-step process that came from more than a decade of severe alcohol abuse, one drink at the time.
It started so subtly, I turned 18 in 2004 and I just wanted to go out and party and have fun with my friends. It's what Swedish people do. Drinking is heavily integrated into our culture and is something you do once you become an adult.
Fast forward to 2016 I can remember that I felt great and strong mentally. I was happy and optimistic all the time and had no problems going to social events or situations sober and be confident and happy.
One year later in 2017 I quit going out and was mostly drinking at home once a week or a couple of times a month. The glamour of alcohol was long gone, and now I was just consuming it out of habit.
I was even sober for 116 days without alcohol that year. But the damage had already been done. During my sober period, I can clearly remember that I hated socializing and couldn't wait for this period to be over.
In other words, nothing had internally changed. I was still an alcoholic who just happened to be able to resist it longer that time.
I kept telling myself I had it under control because I was only drinking once a week, a couple of times a month or could have a break at any time.
But it was what I needed to hear to rationalize it. I'd say anything to fool myself and not face the obvious truth.
On top of that...
From 2017-2019 I was battling depression, alcoholism, loneliness, struggling financially, and tried to run a business - all at the same time for about 2 years.
I also managed to crash my dad's 60th surprise dinner in March 2019.
My dad is and will forever be my hero.
He's such a kindhearted, selfless and straight-out great man towards everyone.
Still... On his 60th birthday at his surprise dinner, I turned into a drunk monster and more or less crashed the whole thing.
I didn't mean for that to happen and I actually never thought I could do that, especially to him whom I admire and love so much.
But I did.
And I will forever be remembered and associated on his 60th birthday for how I more or less ruined it.
Once again, I'm sorry dad, it was never my intention. I was in a very dark place then. And it might have been like you said "a cry for help", I don't know. Still, no excuses. I accept everything I did that day and I'm truly sorry.
It's the darkest period of my entire life and the only escape from the situation was drinking. It was something that could make me think of something else, or feel something else for a moment.
But it was always short-lived. It would make me feel good for about 4 hours only to make me feel absolutely terrible for 5 days, at least.
My hangovers have always been bad, even since I was 18 I have had to spend the whole next day in bed.
Fun fact: At the age of 33 I had spent more than ONE YEAR in bed, being hungover. Must be some kind of accomplishment?
However...
15 years later in 2018 they became unbearable and turned life into a living hell.
One evening of drinking would result in me being completely exhausted in bed all day, the next with anxiety and a big feeling of emptiness inside me. Then for the next four days, the mental torture would start with overwhelming anxiety, suicidal thoughts, severe depression, and a complete meaninglessness of everything in life.
It's like living in a dark cloud for 4 days where there is no point in doing anything. Everything was meaningless and nothing I did would give any joy.
If I drank on a Saturday I'd feel okay again mentally on Thursday evening. I could time it with a watch.
Nothing would get me out of it. I tried everything.
Or there was one thing that always worked, that would instantly remove the anxiety and make me feel better immediately…
A drink.
One zip of alcohol would make me feel absolutely amazing right away. Almost like my brain got reactivated again in the area that generates positive emotions.
Even after a night of drinking and I'm completely destroyed, I would still crave alcohol over food and water the next day, even if it was the one thing that would make the whole situation worse.
Every single hangover was a battle, and I lost it more times than I can count because I couldn't stand the absolute hell in the days that followed (which would of course only reset the clock for another 4 days of mental torture to actually feel good again, and make the next hangover even worse).
And of course I didn't tell anyone how I felt or what I was dealing with.
My ex-girlfriend was the only person that knew how bad it really was. I don't think I would have made it through this without her enormous strength, love, and constant support.
But I even pulled away or closed myself off to her.
Sometimes I would mistakenly let my guard down and openly showcase how much pain I was in.
For a second, there was a window where you could see how much pain I was in, a moment behind the mask when I wasn't pretending.
But of course, I told her I was fine and didn't let her in.
Men don't talk about their feelings or show any weakness to anyone ever, even to their partners.
Feelings are something you bury as deep as you can and never speak about.
Right…?
……….
So why am I dropping this bomb out of the blue today?
Because today it's 1 year (now 2,5) since I quit drinking alcohol forever, and I became happier than I have been since I was a kid.
Because I have already lost 4 friends who were depressed, abused drugs or alcohol and eventually took their own lives.
And last year I lost another friend in an accident.
He texted me just a few weeks before he died out of the blue.
He said "he was good".
I mean, of course he did… What else would a depressed person say?
But I have a feeling he wasn't feeling okay and I should've asked more about it.
But I didn't and will never be able to.
It's so heartbreaking. We're losing these amazing human beings much too soon.
And my loved ones don't know how close the darkness was to take me down as well. Alcohol poisoned my entire brain and made me want to kill myself just to get rid of it.
That's what it does to you over time.
I truly understand my friends and other people who took their own lives, because I was right there on the edge also.
One step away from not being here today. (Making it 6 total close encounters with death so far)
In fact, thinking about committing suicide gave me a deep sense of relief and a way to make the pain stop.
I could imagine it and truly wish for it to happen.
"Imagine… to not be in pain anymore"
I can end it.
And the thought of going through with it felt amazing.
A gigantic sense of relief.
"But it's so selfish, think about your loved ones." Yes, but if every day is torture for you, then eventually you just wish for the pain to stop. That's all you want.
Not saying it's right, but it's understandable.
My point is this...
You never know who's dealing with depression, alcoholism, mental health or worse... is thinking about taking their own lives.
I have done my best to try and give you the brutal honest truth of the hell I went through during this time and what was really happening inside my mind.
It is really dark and absolutely terrifying, I know.
But do you want to know the scariest thing about this?
What me, my dead friends, and many other people who committed suicide all share together...
We (men especially) would rather kill ourselves than talk about our problems and reveal how we really feel.
We'd rather hide in the shadows than to tell our loved ones that we're going through something difficult.
That's why I have decided to step into the light and share this with you today. Regardless of how hard it is for me to write this, how it will make me look, or what people will say about me from this point onwards.
You don't understand how difficult this has been to write. I broke down crying right after publishing it and couldn't believe what I just did.
I'm an introvert who likes to be alone, and I hate to be in the center of attention. I have had problems opening up and expressing my feelings my entire life.
All year I have been dreading this day and tried to find the courage to finally start sharing my story.
For one reason only:
Because I believe it can help others who are going through what I did.
Getting help to beating my alcoholism is the hardest thing I have ever done in my entire life because of how deep in its grip it had me and how it affected my entire mental state deep down in my core.
I was absolutely terrified of letting go of alcohol and become a person that could somehow exist without it.
My whole identity was wrapped around this thing, and it's all I have ever known since I was 18.
Who would I even be without it?
Alcohol kills 3 million people a year and many others commit suicide rather than getting help.
And it's breaking my heart.
During my darkest times I never asked for help or spoke to anyone about it, because I didn't know how to do it as I have never opened up and talked about my feelings.
At the same time, I didn't want to bother anyone with it. Not even my loved ones.
In fact, I'd lie to them if they asked me how I was doing and knew exactly how I could maneuver the conversation away from the topic and into something else, so I didn't have to talk about it.
So I kept fighting it alone.
But after a few years I got so tired of being unhappy living every single day in darkness that it left me with only two choices:
I can't take this anymore.
Ether I get help, or I'm going to kill myself. There is no other ending to this.
And that's ultimately how I overcame it.
I got help.
I tried something called Ayahuasca.
What is Ayahuasca? Ayahuasca is a South American (pan-Amazonian) psychoactive brew used both socially and as ceremonial spiritual medicine among the indigenous peoples of the Amazon basin.
Here's what Healthline describes it as:
"May help treat addiction, anxiety, treatment-resistant depression, and PTSD. Some research suggests that Ayahuasca may benefit those with depression, post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), and addiction disorders"
You can read more on Wikipedia if you are interested.
Long story short…
It's the best thing I have ever done and nothing short of a miracle. I still can't believe it worked as well as it did.
My deep unquenching thirst to drink and the voice inside my head that had such a deep grip on me for over 15 years disappeared permanently overnight along with my depression!
I instantly became happier, stronger, and more confident than I have been in years (Plus many other things that I might share with you some other time.)
I have visited many restaurants, bars and been around plenty of drunk people over the past 2 years.
What used to be a constant nag for a drink in my head is just now complete silence without any pull whatsoever to alcohol.
Nothing.
Gone. Permanently. Overnight.
How is that even possible? It's a miracle.
My friends instantly noticed my transformation as well.
"You have never looked better. You look 10 years younger"
"Before you were always miserable. Now you seem so cool, calm and collected"
"You never used to make jokes unless you were drinking"
Yeah, I didn't have access to that "charismatic personality" without alcohol. I couldn't even make jokes unless I had a drink. Read that sentence again. I got locked out of my own brain somehow and wasn't allowed to be charismatic.
It's insane.
So if you're currently feeling like shit because you:

• couldn't resist the alcohol cravings,
• got drunker than you intended
• or drank again even though it was the last thing you wanted

Then listen to me very carefully when I say this.
It's not your fault.
It's the addiction inside you that that makes you want to drink.
It's not you.
You can notice this if you look within yourself and see if alcohol is controlling you, and not the other way around.
The voice inside your head will tell you the exact opposite though and that "you can stop drinking at any time", or that "you have it under control".
In fact, it will tell you anything to keep you from looking at it objectively and realize you have a drinking problem.
I used to absolutely hate myself and beat myself up over how weak I was who couldn't even resist a simple thing like the urge to drink:
"Why can't you stop after 2 drinks like everyone else".
"Why can't you stay sober for once"
"How hard can it be to just not drink?"
Well freaking impossible. Because of how badly it hijacks your brain and tells you everything you wanna hear.
But I had absolutely 0 understanding or compassion for what I was going through or that I was an alcoholic.
In fact, beating my alcoholism is the hardest thing I have ever done in my entire life because of how deep in its grip it had me, and how badly it affected my entire mental state deep down in my core.
I was absolutely terrified of letting go of alcohol and become a person that could somehow exist without it.
My whole identity was wrapped around this thing, and it's all I have ever known since I was 18.
I didn't even know who I would be without alcohol in my life.
It was my way to finally overcome it for good and it can be the same for you.
And let me be clear, I'm not suggesting that you must do Ayahuasca to stop drinking, but that you find the way that works best for you.
Whether that means talking to your parents, a friend, a therapist, or share a post on reddit... it doesn't matter.
Whatever works best for you.
But I promise you that you have a family who loves you that would glady help you to carry your burden and take some of your load off, if you'd just let them.
They are often more understanding, loving and helpful than you could've ever imagined.
As long as do just do something and decide to get some kind of support to help you.
Because you don't need to fight it alone.
You are already brave to have found your way to this stop drinking group.
So give yourself a pat on the back because you've already taking one action towards beating your alcohol habits.
As long as your heart is still beating, you can overcome it and come out happier, stronger, healthier and have a better life than you've ever had.
The only thing I want to end this book post with is this...
I'm just so incredibly happy and grateful that I can enjoy life again without alcohol. It literally brings tears of joy to my eyes sometimes when I think about it because I can't believe that I'm actually free of alcohol and will never drink again.
So now I want to share what I know and do what I can to help others do the same.
Thank you for taking the time to read this post.
Best of luck to you on your sober journey!
If you want some help or advice then I'm here for you. Seriously, don't hesitate!
PS: If you are curious to know how good or bad your relationship to alcohol is, here is a very simple test you can do to find out exactly where you stand:
Go to an environment where you normally drink (party, bar or restaurant) where other people are consuming alcohol around you, and don't drink any alcohol for the first 60 minutes of arriving.
Set a timer on your phone for 30 minutes and just socialize sober. Then pay close attention to what's happening inside of your body and mind.
How are you feeling? Are you still able to relax, feel good and enjoy the moment? Or are you feeling bored, uncomfortable, and not able to "let yourself go"?
What are your thoughts telling you? Remember, it will say anything to get what it wants.
Can you even let 30 minutes pass without you having to constantly check your phone for how much time is left on the clock before you can drink?
Be honest with yourself. You are the only one who can know the truth.
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Connectivity and Infrastructure: South Delhi enjoys excellent connectivity to other parts of the city. It is well-connected through a network of roads, including major arterial roads like the Outer Ring Road and the Mehrauli-Badarpur Road. The Delhi Metro also covers significant portions of South Delhi, providing convenient and fast transportation options.
Safety and Security: South Delhi is considered relatively safer compared to some other parts of the city. The area often has well-maintained residential colonies with strict security measures, gated communities, and a significant presence of police stations and law enforcement.
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Hello and thank you for reading this.
I’m hoping you can help me with my problem of which direction of philosophy or which authors I could study in the form of books or whatever media, in order to learn of ones that embrace our human flaws and dark sides, and especially our emotions of the darker variety, perhaps harnessing, putting them to good use or giving guidance on their nature.
Before this moment, I have looked at Stoicism as an option for living with a “good enough” life philosophy that gives me food for thought and matches my desire to find a path that chooses to love every person and creature I encounter on my journey until my journey here is done. I embrace the chaos that is life and hope to be able to enjoy it with everyone for as long a possible. My choice is to take the risk of thinking every person is good deep down inside, and it can be dragged out of anyone given enough time etc. I realize now upon deeper study of stoicism that there is cold indifference to life within it which is not how in my opinion one should behave towards human life at any turn.
But then the downsides to stoic-like behavior:
I push a lot of my own feelings aside when I encounter “negative” or “seemingly bad” individuals and try my best to find the good in them and make them like me, which leads down a road of disappointment in the end as not everyone I meet are friendly and I can’t make everyone like me it’s just how we are wired as humans. I also lack a proper way to vent my feelings when my feelings are being pushed aside on purpose by others who seem to be more in touch with their darker sides - in a seemingly healthy manner. Of course I have physical vents but I’m talking deeper mental/philosophical ones here.
The journey with philosophy I’ve taken so far started with greatly simplified bits and pieces of Asian philosophies, which later went on to pick up stoic like shape from reading Plato and Socrates. Lots of Greeks. During my teenage years my philosophy towards life in general was actually influenced by pop culture nonsense like the Jedi and such, mainly due to identifying with them as so many others around the world surely did. From there on came Marcus Aurelius, etc. sprinkled with some Voltaire and other big cool thinkers of our human history. But I never touched Nietzsche due to feeling like he was too self centered and too aggressive - which is starting to fade as an opinion - as I saw being in touch and letting your raw dark emotions get out there being foolish instead of human.
Should I pick up Nietzsche or is there some other author or school of philosophy that would be a good area of study for a more human way of looking at the world? This is an Epistemological/Ethics question perhaps more than any other type of question.
I know cult of personality is bad and simply following some author is not the smartest thing, but I like distilled wisdom and want to collect it from many - so if others than Nietzsche exist - who would they be or how would I find them?

Kik: DuhRight
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Strictly (F/F)
19F, Bottom-bitch here! I'm an enthusiastic, conversation-loving roleplayer with 4-5 years of experience under my belt and quite the fucked up imagination as my crown.
A little bit more about myself: I'm into the depraved. The more fucked up you are within RP, the more welcome you are in my DMs. I've been roleplaying for a little over five years now and if there's one thing I learned, it's that the darker the RP the better. Not looking for romance, benevolence or a drop of kindliness in our RP, only looking for someone who I can satisfy by helping them fullfill their darkest and most diseased fantasies. If that's what you're looking for, then I assure you that I'm the gal. However, I also love a good chit-chat! Looking more than forward to discussing further details of our play with you and seeing how creative we can get with this twisted piece of art.
I'm very open to other suggestions as well as hearing any other ideas you might have, but I've come up with a few of my own scenarios. Make your pick, and let's play.
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⇛PICK YOUR FAVORITE SCENARIO AND LET'S PLAY!⇚
(Again, I'm ALWAYS open to new suggestions 💖)
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➩ Mommy and Her Slave: You want worship. It's been like this starting from your early years and extending all the way to your adulthood. Every single relationship you've ever been in, you've made sure that it was you on top and no one else and even today in your marriage, it is you who reigns strong both in the household and in the bedroom. Yet, even that is not enough to satisfy your undying god complex. What you need is something sinful, something new; and you get exactly that chance when your husband loses his life in a tragic car accident. You've had your eyes on your daughter (me) for a while now, for years to be true. Every passing day she grows prettier and her eyes shine with a god-given innocence that you've grown to loath. To you, she is a threat to your temple; and a rebellion set to defy your rule. Determined to crush this rebellion, you decide that the best way to do this is to strike early while she is still mourning the loss of her late father. You march into her room, trap her in a corner and then tower over her. A familiar heat rises inbetween your legs at the sight of your daughter's face so close to your womanhood. You'll make sure that every night before she goes it bed, it won't be god she prays to; it'll be you.
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➩ Sisterly Hate: You've always hated me. For you, I've always been the center of attention. Ever since the day I came into your life, you feel that I have been nothing to you but the sole reason mom and dad started neglecting, ignoring and outright ghosting you. All these years, you faked smiles at your me with a courtesy that made your mouth burn and now, you plot revenge. Often you've pictured yourself hurting me in unimaginable ways, and often you found yourself eventually aroused by just the thought of them. Mom and dad are leaving on a business trip soon, and you've already made up your mind; you'd fuck your sister's mouth for all the times she made yours burn.
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➩ Bully: You're an older girl in school, and I'm the innocent transfer student from Europe. You dislike me right away. I'm everything you're not. Kind, sweet and seemingly naive. I never hesitate to help other students in need, but what makes you hate me the most is that you hear that I come from a wealthy family. You don't trust rich people and you blame them for pretty much anything wrong with your life, whether it be because the death of your mother due to you not being able to pay for her medicine, or because you can't afford the clothes you want. Thinking I look down on people because of my money, you plan to teach me a lesson. You learn that I go to the library to study on the weekends. You decide that it'll be the right time to strike. You make up a lie and lure me into an empty storage room. You've always wondered how it would feel to have a helpless rich whore kissing your ass.
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➩ The Girl Next Door: We first met a year ago when my family and I moved into your quiet little middle-class neighborhood. Despite never really becoming "close friends" with one another, you and I have had several chit-chats over the months and even shared couple of walks around the neighborhood, where we spoke of school, boys and our families. However, throughout all of this - the only thing your twisted fucking mind was concerned with was how badly you wanted to make me squeal in pain. You've been fantasizing about this; to hurt me and have me worship you, your pussy, ass and thighs as hot tears fell from my eyes. You finally get your chance when you find out that my parents would be leaving town for their month-long business trip. The very night of the day they leave, you sneak into my house through an open window in the back yard and start searching the house for me. Not too long after, you find me asleep on the living room couch. Immediately, you feel heat rising inbetween your thighs, sweaty from the break-in. You have nothing to lose anyway. You climb onto the couch, and crouch down over the girl's neck, deciding how you want to wake her up. You are the sadist next door, and I am the girl you've wanted to rape over a year. Good thing every house in our neighborhood has a basement.
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➩ Thief: You've had a rough childhood. Barely in your 20's, you're already unemployed, a NEET and have criminal records piled on top of the other. Living in a pretty bad neighborhood, you make a living by breaking into what you think are empty luxurious cabins of rich people burried deep in the forests of your state. One night in particular, you're greeted with more than laptops and phones to steal. First, you find a note that reads "We're gone for two nights, honey! The food is in the fridge." Curious, you investigate deeper and find a girl sleeping on the sofa of the living room. Immediately, you feel a heat rising inbetween your thighs, sweaty from the break-in. You have nothing to lose anyway. You climb onto the sofa, and crouch dowm over the girl's neck, deciding how you want to wake her up.
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➩ Friend's Mom: I'm your daughter's study-buddy and you've had your eyes on me from the very moment I stepped through your door. I'm the typical conservative family girl, all smiling, sweet-smelling and well mannered. I open my mouth very little around you but the times I do, I'm soft-spoken and so kind to the point that I look to be nothing more than good influence for your daughter. However, I'm also just the kind of girl you used to bully in college just to get off due to some sick, perverted fantasy of yours. Often times you find yourself laying in bed at night, checking out my social media and molesting your clit to my photos. One time while I'm over at a sleepover at your place and your daughter's dead asleep, you lure me into your bedroom to get me "help you out" with "something." You know I'm meek, so you easily overpower and then threaten me. You push me down, mount my face and pull out your phone to record me suckling on your wet flower.
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(💕) A List of my biggest turn-ons. (💕)
-Non-Consent. -Squirting/Bodily Fluids -Ass/Pussy Worship. -Facesitting/Face Humping. -Clothed Sex/Dry Humping -Semi-Incest/Incest -Petplay/Degradation/Humiliation -Carrying/Piggyback (I like to be the one carrying.) -Thigh Suffocation -Scent-Play. -Age gaps.
(🚫) My Limits! (🚫)
-Gore. -Futanari. -Animals.
FYI ⚠️
I am quite literally limitless except for the things I've listed! Don't shy away from your urges to bring out any of the dark fantasies you've been lusting for. I want you to enjoy as much as I will, so please feel absolutely free to tell me anything you would want to include in our play~
I'll be happily waiting for you to message! 💕
➪ MY KIK: DuhRight
Note: This RP will be strictly Non-Consent, please DO NOT ask for anything other than Non-Consent.
Note 2: If you sent me an message before and not yet recieved an answer, please re-send them! All of my chats were deleted.
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I truly agree! And yeah, I hold more than a billion and admittedly am happy with that. But I also understand owning more carries a larger responsibility in terms of liquidity and downright how you behave. I used to have dreams to own 10% but aside from the costs now, I also realised back then that nothing good will come from that. And I definitely want to give back!
And it kinda makes me proud to see that many of these points are already done by us now!! Hopefully we can continue this amazing trend! And the Charity I'd love to see happen!!
What do you think?

Introducing money and witnessing the appreciation of a crypto token within a community can indeed present challenges when it comes to avoiding the trappings of greed. However, it is possible to foster a positive and giving community by implementing certain strategies and promoting the right values. Here are some suggestions to help stave off greed and maintain a focus on fun and generosity:

1. Set clear community values: Establish a set of core values that prioritize fun, inclusivity, and giving. Emphasize the importance of maintaining a positive and supportive environment for all members.
   
2. Encourage generosity: Continuously encourage and celebrate acts of kindness, sharing, and giving within the community. Highlight individuals who contribute positively and showcase their actions as role models for others.
   
3. Engage in charitable initiatives: Use the appreciation of the token's value to engage in charitable initiatives. Allocate a portion of the proceeds from token sales or transactions to support causes aligned with the community's values. This reinforces the community's commitment to giving back.
   
4. Educate about responsible financial practices: Provide educational resources and materials to help community members understand the potential financial implications of the token's appreciation. Emphasize the importance of responsible financial practices, diversification, and long-term thinking.
   
5. Foster community collaboration: Encourage collaboration and shared decision-making within the community. Involve community members in decision-making processes, such as selecting charitable causes to support or determining how to allocate resources. This helps create a sense of collective ownership and reduces the focus on individual financial gains.
   
6. Discourage hoarding and promote circulation: Discourage hoarding of the token by implementing mechanisms that incentivize active participation and circulation within the community. For example, introduce features that reward members who actively engage, contribute, or utilize the token for community activities.
   
7. Regularly communicate the community's values: Continuously remind community members about the importance of fun, giving, and maintaining a positive atmosphere. Regularly communicate these values through community updates, newsletters, or events to reinforce the community's identity.
   

Remember that maintaining a community centered around fun and giving while the token appreciates in value requires constant effort and reinforcement. By implementing these strategies, you can foster a positive community culture and reduce the negative impacts of greed.

"Atleast we do not kill you"

1. Westerners will target Christianity, and Middle Eeastern folk will target Islam. Hence, Indians will target Hinduism. It is that straightforward.
   
2. There are enough voices for the first two communities, but not enough for India. But the mental gymnastics of Hindu Nationalism have plagued Indian debates.
   
3. You're well aware of this classic sanghi rebuttal - "You should be thanfkul that you are among Hindus otherwise..." which is dichotomy of bringing up Islam's violent retaliation vs. Hindu's "pacifist" outrage, in the context of how both of these religions respond to critics.
   
4. What Chaddis don't understand is that an Atheist is not gonna deny the dangers of Islam, it's an outdated desert cult with mass political, authoritarian and violent tendencies. It is the worst religion on the planet.
   
5. But in classic Chaddi fashion, criticising Hinduism means we are simping for Islam, followed by an unsolicited lecture on Aisha, Jihad, Halala, Hadith, Incest, Mohammad, etc from Sanghi Encyclopedia.
   
6. So here's the thing, if we are to draw parallels, why Islam? Let's look at their 2nd favourite Abrahamic cult: Christianity. It is the dormant faith of Western civilizations.
   
7. The West has moved far away from the old crusading occult of Dark Ages and reformed Christianity in the last few centuries, letting science and rationality flourish, trajecting themselves into the modern world.
   
8. However, Christianity is still no way perfect, as the fundemsntelists who believe in flat earth, anti abortion, white supremacy and prosperity gospel still exist. It is still a nuisance.
   
9. Yet the same West has been the flag-bearer of Modern Civilization since the 20th Century: Mass Atheism, ABOLITION OF BLASPHEMY, Liberal Thought & Lifestyle; to the point they have cringe first world problems that we mock. Privileged!
   
10. See how Comedians, rationalists, journalists, creatives, leftists and pretty much everyone there have fun with Christianity. Jesus is the most misused reliigous character in pop culture, yet there's no sign of heretic trials in court. You can say whatever you want and resume life.
    
11. This is where SANGHI LOGIC CEASES TO EXIST. They will compare themselves with Islam to whitewash the Hindu harassment of critics. It sets their panties on fire when they face off with a skeptic, for them it's an alien concept.
    
12. Yet in recent years, they have potrayed themselves as the most perfect religion, oh sorry, I meant "a way of life" lol: fake spirituality, superstition, prejudice, casteism, misogyny and pseudoscience, is this their Way of Life?
    
13. The reason it's India vs Middle East because it's easy to equate with the most shitty culture and look less shitty. The moment these Chintus actually raise their standards to India vs West, the very fabric of sanghi tolerance will collpse.
    
14. This is the reality of Dharmic Faiths, they may not be the most violent, but definitely the most Hypocritical and delusional by moral standards.
    

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I don’t know why I imagine the Westerosi with American accents. However, I do. I decided to really look at how Westeros is, and try to imagine what accents (or Westerosi equivalent to the real-world accent) one would find if they were in Westeros.
Tell me what you guys think?
By region:

North: Southern Accents, oddly enough (rural, more agrarian/hunting/fishing culture, more conservative than rest of the country)

White Harbor: New Orleans accent. Manderly and other nobles talk like the fancy “Neeeeee-ooo Owlahns” rich people, commoners talk more like regular New Orleans people (big city with a distinct culture from area around it)
Last Hearth/Wall area: Redneck parts of Louisiana, generally the area around the border w/ Mississippi but north of NOLA. “Badduhn Rudge” kind of accents (mine sort of tbh but I have a weird accent)
Neck: Stereotypical Cajun accent
Between Neck and Winterfell: Texas drawl probably because it’s not in the neck so it wouldn’t have the Cajun barely-English sense but it also wouldn’t be close enough to other places and Northerners remind me of Texans except somewhat more tolerable (sorry Texas, I still love you)
Beyond the Wall: Alabaman, because wildlings are primitive, illiterate, and probably inbred. Also fuck Alabama.
Winterfell Area: Transatlantic Accent. Think the way actors in old-timey movies talk. Most of the highest-ranking noble families talk that way, because many are fostered/squires/held hostage in regions that they are not originally from, and they are almost universally educated by maesters. Their household may or may not sound more like the local accent or the transatlantic. I think Winterfell would have more commoners/lower-ranking nobles speaking in a transatlantic accent though, because they would interact with people who spoke like that more than other accents. I could be wrong, though.
Bear Island: Georgia? We haven’t heard much from the places east of the Mississippi, so I might go with that.
Skagos: mysterious, cannibalistic, primitive tribesmen. Alabama.
Mountain Tribes: Imma go with Mississippi/Georgia/Carolinas, depending on the tribe. Mainly because we haven’t heard much from those areas.

Vale

Mostly Appalachian, because of all the mountains. The parallels are obvious, I think. I would go into more detail but we don’t spend much time in the Vale, but I’ll do my best.
However, the Vale would have a lot of unique accents.
Gulltown wouldn’t have a particularly distinct accent. It’s a trade port, so you have people from all over the place moving/settling/trading.
The part of the fingers ruled by House Baelish: https://youtu.be/AIZgw09CG9E. I like this, because House Baelish are Essosi. That accent in the video has some to certain British accents and American ones. House Baelish originated in Essos and would have been a much larger fraction of the area’s population than other noble Houses, meaning they would have a much greater impact on the local accent after three generations.
Eyrie: Transatlantic, see Winterfell.

Riverlands

Missouri. I don’t think Missourians have a strong accent, especially in the St. Louis area. The Riverlands, being centrally located in Westeros, would have influence from everywhere and I think would kind of talk in a normal American accent, which I kind of place as Missouri/Kansas. No twang, no real markers of anything. That said, the general American accent is still an accent.
Once again, House Tully and other big houses would speak with a Transatlantic accent. I can also imagine noblemen and smallfolk who interact with noblemen frequently switch accents based on who they’re with. That’s a thing in real life. So if some servant who spent her whole life working for the Tullys was speaking with Edmure, she would most likely speak in a transatlantic accent. But when she went home and was talking to her family and friends, back to her Missouri accent.
The Freys, I think, would have the most pronounced Transatlantic accent of any group in the Riverlands. They are the most likely to compensate for being “new money” by adopting the trappings of the Westerosi Great Houses. They would subconsciously be biased toward the rich, important accent that Westerosi great lords would use.

Iron Islands

They suck, and so does Alabama. Alabama accent. But like, some really really strong Alabama accent. And they would subconsciously make it stronger, even the Greyjoys would reject the Transatlantic.

Reach

In more Rural places, they would have Wisconsin/Minnesota accents. Sort of similar to the Canadian accent, but still mostly American. More isolated communities would have the full-on “Mih-neh-sooooooht-da” sound.
Oldtown: Boston. Coastal city, with a major center of learning. Harvard/Citadel, I like it.
Highgarden: Headcanon that the transatlantic thing started in the Reach, with the Hightowers first and then the Tyrells picking it up. Not deliberately, but subconsciously.

Stormlands

No clue. I’ve only read up to ASOS, and we haven’t spent much time there iirc. Baratheons probably don’t talk transatlantic. Maybe kind of Northeastern? Cause Kings Landing I picture talking like New Yorkers, and the Stormlands are close to to that area. So I guess whatever people from New York but not New York City sound like. Maybe New Jersey a little? Idk if I can imagine Stannis the Mannis sounding like a guy from New Jersey.

Dorne

Sandy Dornishmen: New Mexico, Utah, desert kind of places. I know a few people from there, they don’t have any particularly strong accent.
Salty Dornishmen: California, bro. Not Valley Girl, though. Very coastal people, and also tend to be more progressive, and they make a lot of wine. A lot of non-Dornish people have stereotypes, but the Dornishmen we meet are pretty chill actually. Same with Cali, in my experience. Not an exact replica of Cali, but fuck it.
Stony Dornishmen: Honestly whatever people who live in the Rockies sound like.
House Dayne: House Dayne is special as shit, because they are a weird, unique House in Westeros. To make them more special, I’m giving them an Alaskan accent.
Note about Dorne: They do not follow the trend of Westerosi nobles having a Transatlantic accent. The Dornish nobility sound like House Martell, being Stony Dornishmen and therefore sounding like stereotypical Californians.
Note about Transatlantic accent: In real life, it didn’t catch on with most people if I remember. It was an attempt by the American media and government to get all Americans to speak similarly. I kind of head-cabin that some Targaryen had the idea as he was going mad, and the scared-shitless Grand Maester decided to make it happen.
What do you guys think?

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08/01/2022 - 05/30/2023
Total reviewed: 462
Watched on: Prime
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Synopsis: A cautious scholar purchases a glass bauble on a trip only to discover it houses a powerful Djinn within.
Talk about a gorgeous film! Man. The settings, the costume design, the flawless effects; all of these pieces are woven together to form a captivating tapestry that transports you via a visual feast into the world of the film. A world where we find Tilda Swinton as the academic Alithea who returns from a trip to Istanbul with a trinket containing a being of great power, the mystical Djinn (Idris Elba ). She discovers this creature while in her hotel room and for the majority of the film, that is where these two characters spend their interactions. These scenes are dialogue heavy and the back-and-forth between our stars serves up much of the exposition for the film. The Djinn tries to convince the narratologist to wish for her hearts desire but as a lifelong student of Literature Alithea knows all to well the perils of this request. In an attempt to persuade her, she is regaled by the Djinn with three tales of its former lives which forms the bulk of the film and it is on the wings of these enchanting narratives that we are pulled into the film.This is a story about storytelling centered around a disciple of stories told in a multi-storied form. (Dawg, we put a story in your story so you can story while you story!!) One of the overarching themes of the film is the magic and purpose of tale-telling throughout history and how humankind is enthralled and transfixed by the practice. It is illustrated and reiterated several times throughout the film.
There are various elusive concepts that beg a second viewing as well. The number three pops up several times, no doubt most obviously is the three wishes that can be granted but also on the hotel door, the number of tales the genie tells, the number of items on a desk, strings on Soloman's instrument, the number of years in a time lapse later in the film. There are many more and I'm sure I missed some as well.. Perhaps it's just a reference to the fact that three is a powerful number in many cultures. There are also many parallels between the real time story and the stories being told to Alithea- a gulp, a red string, some other stuff I can't recall at the moment. There is something there. It almost felt like there would be a Usual Suspects kind of ending or that maybe our protagonist is simply mad and imagining it; there is certainly evidence from the film to support both. It's part of the reason I liked the film so much. It poses lots of questions and I've been thinking about it all day.
I will say that the film lost a little momentum towards the third act but that is an unfortunate by-product of such strong previous chapters. However, in the end, the journey is well worth the time spent even if the movie didn't finish as strong as I would have liked. I was never bored, though, and I definitely see myself watching it again.
8/10