Our relationship with the dead/our ancestors is so infected with fear it is almost entirely broken. The dead are the collective unconscious/God. Yet most of us are terrified of the deceased, asking God to protect us from them. Or better yet, religious institutions that exist to create a middleman between ourselves and God. So we are either asking God to protect us from God, or we are asking other humans to protect us from God for a price/tithe. I see how comically screwed up this is, but translating it for peeps that have never questioned their programming is hard!!

This... Sundays do not usually suck. Hoping tomorrow is better.

This is why I trust comedians more than pundits. But not just any comedians. The ones taking risks. They usually look at least a little nervous.

Half the shows on Netflix have this as the plot. 😅

I'm struggling to vibe with even good books right now. Even classics and old faves. It's gotten really irritating.

Happy Caturday!

Strategically placing a horde of cute plushies to achieve a God-Tier level of hospitality marketing... I want to stay there, even though I understand the mechanism of kawaii appeal being deployed. Absolute genius! 😂

That cake is an epic memory as well as a cool meme now. 🤣🔥 It's up there with the forg cake. BIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRTH!

I dunno if the sky is really falling or not since I'm not a security tech-sis. Sure looks like it from where I'm sitting. I like to err on the side of safety, and getting my bank account hacked a few years back was rude as hell. I'd rather not do that again. The 2FA sms codes were getting super annoying anyway. I've beefed up to a physical security key and an authenticator app as a backup for that. AI bot farms have made sms codes into flaming garbage. Covering your butts will help you to stay cozy. Take some precautions.

I sat in a CT scanner for almost an hour today. I should probably glow in the dark now. I'd like to think they finally found the pet rock, but I doubt it. I should make some snacks and do a little cozy gaming about it.

Seriously....... WTFBBQ?!?

It is the season for thinking about the dead and death in general. It is a good time for taking stock of what really matters and stopping investing in things that don't. If it isn't cozy, then it gozy. ☺️

I love the idea of doing scammer reviews, but all of mine are 1- and 2-star garbage. 😂

I bet this argument is hilarious. Art: "Witch's Broom Joyride!" by Greg Luzniak.

Like all my fights against the system, this recent one with the medical industry is just something else for me to broadcast back to the collective. Not just my own experience, but my disgust and outrage at what they are doing to absolutely everyone. As soon as 'poor me' vibes get attached, it dissipates the signal. Only detached and analytical observation makes it all the way back to them in a way they understand. Ego whining turns it into loosh. I am a 'witness' (that word was deliberately distorted), and a tuning fork for the souls that make up God. I am one of many such watchers. My understanding of my purpose has become unshakeable. The idea that I was somehow supposed to be 'special' and untouchable in the matrix like Neo, was just another psyop I needed to outgrow. It is a great ego trap. We all want to be special. 'The One' who is powerful and safe. Neo is just a secular Christ figure with the teaching corrupted to appeal to the egos of wannabe saviours and those who would rather sit around and await being saved with zero effort alike. All the stories are broken. These are thoughts I have had many times before. Why do I feel the need to talk about them again today? Weird. Anyway: Any prepackaged myths you are handed, whether by Hollywood or by a religion... have been neutered as a theological threat first. Whether it's Buddhism, Harry Potter, Islam, or Star Wars. This started at the dawn of civilization. Thinking and seeing totally outside these stories is hard. Try to do it anyway. I'm in a weird headspace today.

I'm still very afraid of being judged and scolded. Even when it is by strangers or people I know at least casually and do not respect, for good reason. It is mostly coming up with the medical people because I have so little interaction with anyone else. So my people-pleasing tendencies are still there, just more dormant because the triggers are infrequent. I have yet more mental rewiring to do. If I can't tell people to duck off when they're causing me harm, how will it ever be safe to have RL friends again? I am still catching myself performing 'niceness,' and I'm very irritated by it.