So, we've all heard of "manplaining"

Wellness let me introduce

SHELABORATING

So, we've all heard of "manplaining"

Wellness let me introduce

SHELABORATING

Shush y'all, Théoden the King stands alone!!

#lotr

The ratio of AI slop posts across Twitter now is pretty wild.

The ChatGPT writing style is everywhere and sounds increasingly lame to my ears. In podcasts, video scripts, articles etc. What stands out to me most is that style of highlighting opposites to strengthen the point. Have a look, something like:

"Pure, natural food isn't just a trend, it's vital for thriving in authenticity."

"Come with us on a journey, not just to relax, but to gain deep insights into the world of ancient Greece."

And so on.

I'm curious to see how much we'll still be able to vibe with the realness of people's online content in the time to come.

The mega-flop episode in this last season of Stranger Things gave me a new marketing pitch for my upcoming sci fi novel:

“No politician deserves for you to defend them with tooth and nail.

Understand it once and for all: they don’t know you, you’re not their friend, and they don’t care about you.”

— Facundo Cabral

If I was in charge of printing history books, I might put a whole lot of made up stuff in there so that people would believe it. Teeheehee.

If you got a nice view frame it, bring the nature in. Windows don't need to be barred and boring. #architecture #design

Santa Claus....for the record Santa means Satan,,,this come from dark occult forces ...he presents the fals light

Stop telling lies to your children....a good intentions lie is still a lie

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#nostr #primal #bitcoin #wisdom

During my visions I had an experience that I recorded in my notebook afterwards and that I will transcribe here:

“In the aftermath of the celebration of the magic mushrooms. The flesh of God and I made one. My smile emanating from the unknown in peace and me sitting receiving the warm caress of the fire, its waves of pure energy.

And, knowing that I am in the right place at the right time, that I am at the climax of the song of time, at the transition of this epoch of my life and the life, for the better.

I look at my heart and yet, out of habit and disguise, some “part” does not beat accordingly. And I think that it is absurd not to let it dance for some old story or fight, which in my new age will be irrelevant.

Dance heart, to my left in my chest!

Dance waves, my particles, atoms, molecules, cells, systems, organs.

And in liberation I discovered the heart on my right.

In my chest, obsessed with matter and veins and arteries, the only one I thought existed was the left heart. The one here. The familiar one.

But I looked inside and I could feel the beat of emptiness on the right side of my chest.

Weak at first but soon matched the strength of the heart matter and both waves were expanding.

This was clearly visible.

Waves of circular shimmering colors like two drops of water falling into a pond illuminated by the full moon whose waves touch and embrace each other.

And these circles attracted each other. When they intertwined in a vesica piscis shape

I understood the love of the feminine and masculine poles in me. And the image of Anto, my inspiration, came to me, as in me, being me and completing me.

And from that alchemical union, a white bird, spiritual, out of the known world, came from the deepness of space at the center of the Vesica Pisces. And as it came ascending and its wings magnified in divine geometry, a voice bathed me, saying:

“Let it pass”

And the circles joined together giving rise to a great circular resonance and the bird of the sky ascended at great speed. And as it pierced my chest, my throat and my skull it turned into adragon. Rampaging, mad, full of passion and pride of life.

It soared through the air around me like a wild animal that had just been released.

And I understood the gift I was receiving, freedom.

The warrior, the merchant, the magician, the world, the force that can never be appeased, the madman, the love of earth and sky.

The blessing of the forefathers.

The creation manifesting itself in this green dragon with white wings and wild eyes, enormous that have a hunger to know, and huge geometric square teeth that inevitably smile.

My life full of grace.

The dragon in me, Quetzalcoatl

Blessed by the mystery. Proud to be alive, to be a son of this earth.

Of having given me the river of blood in my veins and the ancestral sidereal forces that vivify it.

To take care the garden and create. To give and to serve.

To awaken in rejoicing love, to play the game that wants to play.”

I was thinking lack of space in the phone. So I am now making some.

I'm trying to save a video.

Let's try

Sending hugs to you and your family.🫂

The level of disgust an ailination of bitcoiners increase as fiat collapse. I feel it in my personal life. Being the "conspiracy bitcoin nut" in the family is starting to take a toll. If i end up alone here in the mountains to ride it out so be it. I am done with bullcrap and drama.

GN

I did told you I was very fond of Amanita Muscaria, specially for this tough winter.

I micrososed it last year and it was the best thing it could happen to me in the winter.

It is not growing near me. The closest I can find it is 400km away in the mountains. Last year was by chance that I could get some. People don't even harvest it really.

So this winter I was praying to get some. I asked the Lord in the name of Jesus, I felt how it was to be allied with such fungi and I remembered how it felt.

My brain was focused on it coming from the west, since mountains are west heading from my town. I thought on the people who could be hunting those mushrooms and having them...

A couple of days ago a guy in a group of Huachumeros from my valley wrote asking if someone had organic tobacco.

I replied I grew my own and I could gift him some.

He told me he wanted to be reciprocal and offered me:

Psylocibes

Weed

Or Amanita Muscaria!

I told him the Amanita would be a complete blessing for me. I told him about my experience last year

We chatted a bit and he asked me how much tobacco I had.

I took photos of my little bag.

50 grams of dried tobacco.

I asked him how much Amanita

He took photos of his bag of dried amanitas:

Exactly 50 grams !

The odds are pure magic.

So the logistics and transport of the medicines are taking place today.

I cannot wait to start a new bond with my beloved favourite Christmas tree ornament.