One thing nobody fucking tells you when you arrive on planet Earth is that you've got to look after your mental. Seriously, this place is an absolute madhouse. You've got to watch what you're thinking, what you're dwelling on and what sort of bollocks you're allowing to squat in your skull. People genuinely believe every thought they have is their own. Meanwhile, we've invented technology that would've had the entire population burnt at the stake 400 years ago. Radio waves, frequencies, algorithms that know you're having a mental breakdown before you've even realised you're in a shit mood. And we're supposed to believe none of this stuff influences our thinking? Fucking hell. Your mind is everything in this dimension. Consciousness affects how you experience reality. Spend enough time entertaining miserable thoughts and you'll end up walking around with your own personal thundercloud, wondering why everyone you meet seems to be another miserable bastard. And the people running this circus? Fear is practically a business model. Keep everyone anxious, angry, distracted and arguing over absolute bollocks. Whether someone's pulling the strings or simply cashing in on the madness, you're still the poor sod paying for it with your peace of mind. So here's my advice. Become fucking delusional. No, seriously. DELUSIONAL. Start thinking about what you actually want to happen. Talk about it. Picture it. Become so absurdly convinced it's possible that people start looking at you like you've escaped from a psychiatric ward wearing the doctor's uniform. I've seen what happens when you stop obsessing over everything that could go wrong and start putting that same energy into what you want. Your whole outlook changes. You start acting differently, noticing things you previously ignored, and making moves you would've talked yourself out of. What you constantly focus on grows in your mind. So why the fuck are people spending their entire existence watering the weeds and then complaining there's no flowers? And remember, you're supposed to be here. Somehow, out of every possible character that could've been spawned into this bizarre fucking simulation, you ended up conscious, surrounded by eight billion confused lunatics arguing over who understands the game while nobody can even find the bloody instruction manual. That's fucking hilarious when you think about it. Get back on the horse. Choose thoughts that actually do you some good. Make somebody laugh, lift someone's spirits, and stop letting miserable people drag you into their own personal sewage system. Become delusional. Feel good. Help other people feel good. You're already participating in a reality nobody can fully explain, surrounded by people who think they've got it all figured out. Might as well start playing the fucking game your way.

You want to know how to deal with a narcissist? It's actually fucking simple. But first, you've got to stop looking at them like they're some poor, misunderstood soul who just needs another chance. You've given them more chances than a dodgy kebab shop gets after poisoning half the town. Enough. The biggest mistake people make is trying to confront them, expose them, teach them a lesson or get revenge. Fuck all that. You're trying to win an argument with someone who'll set the kitchen on fire, blame you for buying the matches, then start crying because nobody asked if they're okay. You're playing chess with a pigeon. It'll knock the pieces over, shit on the board and strut around like it's just beaten Magnus Carlsen. And you're still sitting there planning your next move. Listen carefully. Some people aren't interested in sorting things out. They just want to keep you tangled up in their bullshit. As long as you're explaining yourself, defending yourself, apologising or begging them to understand, they've still got your attention. And that's exactly what they want. They don't necessarily love you for who you are. They love the version of themselves they get to see through your admiration. You've become their personal mirror, therapist, cheerleader and emergency emotional support animal. All unpaid, by the way. They've trained you to feel responsible for their happiness. When they explode, you're supposed to calm them down. When they cry, you're supposed to comfort them. When they treat you like shit, you're supposed to remember that one lovely afternoon six months ago when they bought you a coffee and didn't insult your entire bloodline. Fucking congratulations. You've been promoted to looking after the emotions of a fully grown adult who can't even manage their own. And the tactics? Christ alive. One minute they're shouting like a possessed auctioneer. The next they're crying crocodile tears, telling you nobody's ever understood them. Then comes the tragic childhood story, followed by a suspiciously convenient apology and just enough affection to make you question whether you imagined the whole bloody thing. You didn't. A little kindness arrives after a mountain of misery, and suddenly that tiny crumb feels like a five-course meal. You're starving for affection, and they're handing you half a digestive biscuit like they've just saved your life. And you're thanking them. Look at what happens to you. You walk into a conversation feeling perfectly normal. Forty minutes later, you're exhausted, apologising for something you didn't do and wondering whether you're the problem because you apparently breathed with an aggressive tone. How the fuck did we get here? Because the conversation never stays about the original problem. Somehow, every bloody thing ends up being about their feelings, their suffering and their version of events. They've built an entire little kingdom out of excuses, and you're paying the council tax. Now watch what happens when you stop trying to convince them. You stop explaining what they've done wrong for the 97th time. You stop delivering PowerPoint presentations on basic human decency to someone who's already seen the slides and set the projector on fire. You finally see what they're doing. And once you see it, the whole performance starts looking fucking ridiculous. The sudden tears. The convenient emergencies. The dramatic apologies. The little scraps of affection arriving precisely when you're about to leave. It's like watching a magician after somebody's shown you where he hides the fucking rabbit. You can't unsee it. And that's when you stop playing. No grand speech. No final courtroom statement. No twelve-page essay explaining why you've had enough. You've already explained yourself so many times you could publish the transcripts as a fucking trilogy. Just leave the game. Because people who rely on controlling your reactions often struggle when you stop giving them what they want. They might try anger, guilt, promises or one last spectacular performance worthy of an Oscar. Let them audition somewhere else. You don't need to sit in the front row clapping while somebody repeatedly turns your life into a fucking circus. And forget revenge. Seriously. What are you going to do, spend another six months thinking about someone you're supposedly trying to escape? That's like escaping prison and immediately applying for a job as the fucking prison cleaner. Move on. You might wonder what happens when you stop giving them attention. Will they find somebody else? Will they repeat the same behaviour? Will they finally realise what they've lost? Who gives a shit? Their next relationship isn't your problem. You're not responsible for teaching them how to behave. Whether they change, fall apart, apologise or suddenly discover Buddhism in a Tesco car park is their business. You've got your own life to get back. And understand something about attention. For someone who constantly needs a reaction, even your anger can be enough to keep them going. Every furious paragraph, every late-night argument, every desperate attempt to make them admit the truth keeps you stuck in the same old bullshit. Stop giving it to them. If no contact is safe and practical, that means no midnight essays, no checking their profile to see whether they're miserable, no sending one last message disguised as closure. If you've got children, legal matters or shared responsibilities, keep communication limited to what's necessary. You don't need to burn your entire house down because somebody left a toothbrush in the bathroom. Get your belongings, sort your responsibilities and get on with your life. And please, for the love of God, stop treating every little thing they post online like it's some secret message meant for you. They post a sunset. You think it's about you. They post a song. You analyse the lyrics. They change their profile picture and suddenly you're sitting there at three in the morning trying to work out what a fucking haircut means. Mate, go to bed. You've got to stop making their every move your business. You're supposed to be getting away from them, yet you're still checking what they're doing, who they're following and whether they're having a worse time than you. You're practically doing unpaid surveillance on someone you claim you want nothing to do with. And for what? So you can find one tiny little clue that they miss you? Then what? You're back where you started, staring at your phone like a fucking meerkat waiting for something to happen. The real victory is when you couldn't give a shit what they're doing anymore. You wake up one morning, make yourself a coffee, get on with your day and realise you haven't thought about their nonsense once. No arguments. No checking their account. No sitting in the shower rehearsing what you should've said six months ago. Just getting on with your bloody life. And the funniest part? You spent months trying to get them to understand you. Then one day, you finally understood what was going on. And you left. Game over.

Nobody warns you how fucking boring life can get when you quit cocaine, alcohol or even weed. At first, you're buzzing, feeling like you've finally got your shit together. Then a couple of weeks later, your favourite music sounds like it was produced by the local council, and even a sunny day feels like someone forgot to pay the electricity bill for your soul. Your brain's got used to chemical fireworks. Now you're asking it to enjoy a walk in the park and a fucking sandwich. It's looking at you like you've cancelled Netflix and replaced it with a documentary about paving slabs. And fuck me, the last six years haven't helped. Lockdowns, isolation, everything since 2021, all the uncomfortable truths people have been wrestling with. I understand why some of you struggled. The world went mental, and everyone was expected to carry on like nothing happened. The dangerous part is mistaking that emptiness for your permanent personality. You start thinking life was better when you were getting fucked up, forgetting that's what made ordinary life feel so dull. Your brain can recover. For some people, it takes around nine months to feel a real difference. Then one day, an old song hits differently. You're laughing at something stupid, enjoying the sunshine, actually looking forward to tomorrow without needing anything in your system. You'll still have shit days. Even people who've never touched drugs sometimes want to tell the entire planet to fuck off. But it does get better. The colour comes back, the laughter comes back, and eventually you stop counting the days because you're too busy enjoying them. Don't give up before you get there.

Be fucking kind to everyone you encounter because I swear, some of you haven't got a clue who you're dealing with There are certain individuals walking this Earth who've been awake for a long fucking time, call them lightworkers, chosen ones aka (ones who woke the fuck up), whatever you want, and a lot of them went through absolute hell early in life, betrayed, tested and treated like shit before they even understood what was happening I genuinely believe the Most High, the universe, whatever the fuck you subscribe to, uses certain people as vessels, almost like walking bait, and before you start thinking I've lost the plot, hear me out These people are just getting on with their lives, not bothering anyone, and along comes some dodgy bastard who decides he's going to manipulate them, betray them or fuck them over HAHAHA, you fucking doughnut, you've just taken the bait Nobody forced you to be a cunt, did they? You saw someone minding their own business and thought you'd have a little go, and now imagine the Most High looking down thinking, fucking hell, another volunteer I believe some of these awakened people are walking karma, they're part of a test that exposes people's true intentions, and the best part is they don't even have to do anything, the nasty bastards practically identify themselves That's why I'm telling you to be kind to EVERYONE you encounter, because you don't know who you're dealing with, and you certainly don't know what role that person might be playing in your experience And a lot of you don't even realise you're walking bait for certain people yourselves, trust me fam, I believe some of these little side quests were already lined up before we even came here, just to see what people would choose when they thought they could get away with anything Imagine thinking you're the clever one setting the trap when you're actually the silly bastard being tested And you've failed before you've even read the fucking question

Two fucking years on semen retention, only to find out the whole testosterone hype is bullshit. If you're doing it thinking your T levels are gonna go through the roof, I've got some disappointing news for you. But after a few months, I noticed something else happening. You stop being so desperate for women, attention and validation. You start realising how much of your life you've wasted chasing shit that gives you fuck all back. And the magnetism? That's where it gets interesting. You're no longer that needy bastard chasing his next dopamine hit. You see an attractive woman and suddenly your brain doesn't turn into a fucking Labrador waiting for a treat. Funny enough, that's when you start noticing people responding differently to you. Don't get too cocky though. The matrix will test the absolute fuck out of you. Just when you think you've got your lust under control, here comes temptation looking like it was personally designed to ruin your streak. That's when you find out whether you've actually mastered yourself or you've just been hiding from your own urges. And retention alone ain't gonna do shit if you're still sitting there fantasising all day. You've got to learn how to transmute that sexual energy into something useful. Your body, your mind, your work, your family. Otherwise, what the fuck are you retaining it for? Unless you're like me, of course. I refuse to watch corn because I believe that shit damages your soul. I've done my homework, and I ain't interested in mixing certain bloods after 2021 either. If that's your reasoning, I completely understand. But you've still got to do something with all that energy. As for testosterone, I've experimented with things like bulbine natalensis, and in my experience, that shit does fucking wonders. Do your own homework though. I ain't a health adviser, I'm just telling you what I've personally experimented with. Retention itself hasn't been shown to give you a permanent testosterone boost. Two years in, I've realised something. The biggest change wasn't in my balls. It was realising just how much control I'd been handing over to my own lust without even noticing. Turns out my dick wasn't the one who needed disciplining. My fucking brain was. Have a nice day, little bro. Hope that helped!

Just wanted to tell you lot I love you... 💙🫶 Even the ones who can’t say “I love you” back, I get it. Some of you have been emotionally constipated since birth It’s alright though. I’ll love you miserable fuckers anyway

The whole point of this circus is to ascend. Earth gave you trauma, lust, ego, money, fear, exes, taxes and algorithms, and you still think the mission is to get comfortable? Fam, how many side quests do you need before you clock the main one? Earth is basically spiritual GTA. Temptation everywhere, random boss fights, people trying to rob your energy, and half the population still thinks the mission is get a mortgage and die politely. The game is simple. Master yourself, stop getting baited by every impulse, learn what the fuck you are, then ascend. People turned the tutorial into a 70-year side quest. Imagine reincarnating 12 times just to keep falling for lust, ego, money and people’s opinions. Brother, complete the fucking level. You got dropped into a body with desires, fear, trauma, hormones, ego and free will, then surrounded by distractions 24/7. And people still can’t work out there might be a test going on. Comedy. Life keeps sending the same lesson wearing different faces and people keep calling it bad luck. Fam, at some point you’ve gotta pass the fucking exam. The wildest part is people think the goal is comfort. Nothing about this place looks designed for comfort. It looks like a spiritual obstacle course You came here naked, leave with nothing, and somehow people think the whole point was collecting shit in between. Mad

I AM THE TRUTH I AM CAPABLE I AM HIGHLY CAPABLE I KNOW HOW GOOD I AM I ALWAYS HANDLE MY BUSINESS I ALWAYS HANDLE MY RESPONSIBILITIES I AM RELIABLE I AM TRUSTWORTHY I HANDLE PROPER BUSINESS I CONDUCT MYSELF AS A SUCCESSFUL PERSON I AM A SOLID INDIVIDUAL I KEEP TO MY WORD I BELIEVE IN MYSELF I INSPIRE OTHERS TO BELIEVE IN ME AS WELL I AM INTELLIGENT I AM HIGHLY INTELLIGENT I AM BRILLIANT I COMPLETELY BELIEVE IN MYSELF FORTUNE FAVORS THE BRAVE AND I AM ALWAYS BRAVE I AM FEARLESS I AM INTREPID I AM GOOD AT EVERYTHING I DO I EXPECT TO WIN I EXPECT TO BE VICTORIOUS I BELIEVE I AM A NATURAL BORN WINNER WINNING COMES SECOND NATURE FOR ME I CHOOSE TO WIN CONFIDENCE IS MY NATURAL VIBRATION CONFIDENCE IS MY DOMINANT VIBRATION I FEEL CONFIDENT AUTOMATICALLY I FEEL BRAVE AUTOMATICALLY I BELIEVE IN MYSELF AUTOMATICALLY I WAS BORN TO DO GREAT THINGS

Clear Signs Your Aura Is Strong 🍊Insecure people start acting competitive out of nowhere, like it’s a secret talent show and you didn’t even audition 🍊Some people feel weirdly threatened just because you made eye contact Your gaze hits like a truth serum and they feel seen, and not in the cute way 🍊Fake people avoid you like sage smoke Your aura exposes masks they can’t keep up the act when you're around 🍊People pay attention when you speak even if you’re mumbling nonsense, even if you're just talking to yourself It’s not what you say, it’s the field you carry while saying it 🍊Strangers trust you instantly You just met them and they’re already telling you about their childhood trauma and ex from 2014 🍊You could wear a bin bag and slippers, and still end up turning heads It's not your clothes it’s your presence 🍊Toxic people get irritated just by your existence. You don't even speak you walk in and their energy starts glitching They’ll say you're doing too much when you’re literally just breathing properly 🍊Lazy people say you're arrogant say you think you're better, say you’re too much when really, you’re just disciplined 🍊People won't criticise you to your face your energy too clear, too focused. So they do it in the group chat, whisper style. (Let them talk. They're fans in disguise) 🍊You’ve become a walking mirror Everyone sees something different in you but what they’re really seeing is the part of themselves they’re avoiding Your aura is not for decoration It's a force field So if people act funny around you? Take it as a compliment You're not just in the room you're shifting the frequency of it Keep glowing No dimming required

The Egg🥚 Timeless Classic💙 By Andy Weir Animated by kurzgesagt

Which one are you? ⬇️ You have a choice, everyday, as to which mindset you want to embody. 90% of humans are attached and vibrating at lower levels

It’s a whole other level once you get past the conspiracy stage Once you stop obsessing over what the celebrities are doing Once you stop fixating on what the government is doing You start to realize the real power’s been inside you this whole time You realize the real journey isn’t out there It’s you vs you Your traumas Your shadow The deeper layers of your own mind Your understanding of reality Your internal programming That’s the actual battlefield And once that hits you once you really get it you stop fighting the shadows on the wall and start illuminating the room Then you move different Then you go back into the collective with clarity You start to help from a place of alignment, not panic. Because if you’re still just reposting what they are doing, still preaching about the system, the corruption, the fear... you’re still facing outward You’re still feeding it with your energy They draw power from your attention Every time you name them you're casting a spell for them, not against them

Stop explaining yourself This is something I’ve learned through my own growth. I didn’t realize how much I was being disrespected until I stopped explaining myself. I used to justify everything If I said no, I’d add a reason. If I couldn’t show up, I’d explain why I couldn’t show up. I thought it made me a good person. It’s still one of those habits that’s hard to break But here’s what happened.. people started negotiating my no because I taught them my boundaries were flexible When you over-explain, you’re not communicating you’re asking for permission So from now on, say no and stop talking. You’ll quickly see who’s who

THINGS YOU CAN CONTROL 🔸Your being 🔸Your beliefs 🔸Your attitude 🔸Your thoughts 🔸Your perspective 🔸Your habits 🔸How honest you are 🔸How you treat yourself 🔸How you talk to yourself 🔸How kind you are to others 🔸How you spend your energy 🔸How you interpret situations 🔸How you express your thoughts 🔸Whether or not you ask for help 🔸Whom you spend your energy on 🔸How much time you spend worrying 🔸How often you think about your past 🔸How often you think about your future 🔸How often you prioritise yourself 🔸How many risks you take 🔸How you interpret failure 🔸How you interpret success

SPEAK IT INTO EXISTENCE "I am the greatest. I said that even before I knew I was. Don’t tell me I can’t do something. Don’t tell me it’s impossible. Don’t tell me I’m not the greatest. I’m the double greatest" — Muhammad Ali

Stop feeling guilty for people who didn’t show up for you Nobody felt bad when you were struggling Nobody felt bad when you were broke Nobody felt bad when you were surviving on almost nothing Nobody felt bad when things were said behind your back Nobody felt bad when doors were closed on you Nobody felt bad when you were left to figure it out alone So it’s okay to stop over‑extending yourself now It’s okay to protect your energy It’s okay to not care the same way anymore Being the bigger person doesn’t mean being available to everyone, all the time Sometimes growth looks like distance Sometimes self‑respect looks like silence

“Sexual energy is creative energy” This isn’t metaphor It’s a universal law, encoded into the architecture of consciousness WHAT THIS REALLY MEANS: 🔥 Sexual energy = Life Force It’s the same current that: 🔸Creates a child 🔸Births a business 🔸Sparks a song 🔸Fuels desire 🔸Generates anything real It's not about sex it's about raw generative power When you feel aroused, lit up, or deeply pulled That’s not just attraction That’s your creative current waking up, trying to move through you into form

Why do people fear being alone, but choose relationships where they can’t be themselves?

How do people who never question anything become so confident they’re right?

That’s such a cool experiment. I love when people actually test things themselves instead of just taking others’ word for it. Feels good to see real curiosity alive finding out what’s true through experience, not just belief. Respect 🌱📡