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WHY do people telling me there are too many Things on my shelves? That's where the Things go. What other use for a shelf IS there? I aint a darnged IKEA.
A reflection on what is right
"In other words, ｒules which judge what is right is not something which has been already existed. These has been constructed by us. We have been like that, and will be so in the future." ※ This is a translation of my reply to my friend's correction. ※ You can add all "our" ancestors originated from Africa and non-humans into "us" and "we."
(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R5NOqEfi3Zk)
A book reading of "Jewels of Truth: The Wayfarer of the Soul, Vol. 2" as angelically channeled spiritual wisdom by automatic writing. On the topics of Consequences, Leadership, Dharma, Conflict, Playing, & Polarization.
“Your oppression will not save you.” Best-selling author Ta-Nehisi Coates sits down with Jon Stewart to talk about his latest book, “The Message,” and reconciling past and present vestiges of oppression. They discuss his visits to Senegal, South Carolina, and The West Bank, how past atrocities like slavery and the holocaust can create a zero-sum game of control, the need for safety and statehood despite morally problematic systems, his exposure to Palestinian stories that have been hidden in American media, understanding the physical traumas of the Black community, and the purpose in writing to shape the world around us.
HOLY CRAP! Is this really true??!
In any case, this conflict is SO FAR beyond insane, I can't even..!
Are you fucking kidding me? Did we all just wake up in 1938?
want to be a ko-fi member for one of my favorite artists vs tuition and rent
Truely sad. And peoole complain about not hetting allowence, or getting there phone taken away. Real shit happens. Do fucking complain about not being able to hangout with friends at 10 in the night. Its usless, and nobody cares. No one rely cares if you cant hagout that day, or that you lost your phone. Real shit is happening. Stuff that does matter. I am not smart, but I do have commomn sence. Do you?
Being an Apple defender is one thing but diminishing Raven’s trauma to justify Apple is INSANE
Meeting at the Crossroads
As I make my way to our agreed meeting point, doubts swirl in my mind. Should I back out now? I ponder, mentally preparing for our upcoming conversation. He'll likely brush off my concerns, showing little regard for my feelings; I'm merely an afterthought to him. Though unspoken, I sense his outreach stems from loneliness, not genuine care. If the grass was truly greener elsewhere, he wouldn't be here now. Though my words may go unheard, a glimmer of hope flickers that perhaps this time will be different—that we can finally address our underlying issues. But doubts linger; his interest in me has always been tepid at best. I refuse to diminish my self-worth for him; I know my value and have found happiness without him. So why does he still matter? Why am I even considering this? Despite conflicting emotions, something draws me to face him one last time.
Feeling unsettled, I switch radio stations for distraction, but each song echoes thoughts of him, amplifying my inner distress. With a sigh, I turn off the radio and park, still wrestling with my conflicting emotions. "Okay," I reassure myself, "I'll be fine. Growth and comfort don't always align, so I know I must push myself through this."
Just as I try to steady my nerves, my phone rings. An unsaved number flashes on the screen – it's him. Do I answer? Do I ignore it? Time's up. With hesitation, I pick up. He asks if I'm already there, and I reply that I'm on my way. We hang up. I sit in my truck for a few more moments, contemplating whether to just drive away. But deep down, I know what needs to be done. I take a deep breath, hold it for a moment, and slowly exhale to calm my nerves. Time presses on, and I resign myself to the inevitability of our meeting. Summoning courage, I step out of the truck, determined to face whatever comes next.
Minutes later, I arrive at the coffee shop. I see his truck pulling into a parking spot. Nervously, I open the coffee shop's door and slip inside, hoping he hasn't spotted me, though I'm fairly certain he has. Through the glass, I see him approaching the entrance. Our eyes meet, solidifying my decision. It's too late to turn back now; I must confront my fears head-on. Whatever unfolds from here on out, I am ready to embrace it.
Pluto:3rd house📖 ✨🔮✨📖
-Often talk a lot or barely at all I would think
-Big Transformations related to communication,early schooling,thinking, or transportation
-Penetrating mind
-Intellectual interest in Science and/or the Occult as well as ability in these areas
-Brings taboos into thoughts and communications so they may talk a lot about sex,death,the occult,or other taboo subjects
-Very Troubling,yet deep relationships with siblings
-Tends to know everyone’s secrets/knows things before everyone else if that makes sense
-Very investigative
-Private schooling/moving schools/conflicts with teachers
-May prefer to be self taught and learn well that way
Strike the Cannon, man the Missile, sharpen the knives, hail the arrow
Stricken down into Hell, bodies pile and spill, blood deluges to be spilt, women to whore, boys to take from fathers, daughters stolen from crying mothers
Thy come thy fire, fire burn’ in me
Claws and teeth barred, Death blesses me, skin bone pale and hair night black in the night
Whisper to me, guide my blades, bullets, and bombs
Come I do, the Devil himself
Come I do, a Nightmare unending