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CASHIER SAID THAT WILL BE 17.46 I SAID OK RESPONDING WITH ZERO HESITATION OR MERCY I PAID THE AGREED UPON PRICE AND TOOK THE ITEM THAT WAS RIGHTFULLY MINE
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If you need a machine to continue your bloodline, no woman saw a future in you worth carrying. The artificial womb won't free you, it embalms you. You'll birth unchosen children from unchosen fathers, souls sung to by no one, who know in their bones they weren't worth anyone's pain. The first lesson of life is: someone bled for you. Delete that and you raise ghosts who don't believe they deserve to exist. They'll be right
I can’t really emphasise this enough: artificial wombs are basically the end for women. Once androids equipped with AI can sport artificial wombs, men will have essentially no reason to interact with women at all. I’m imploring women: lose weight and stop being cunts before it’s too late. I say this out of love. Humanity is about to reach a turning point, and you will not be a part of it if you can’t stop being fat, tattooed nags.
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The children need to watch you struggle with wood, watch you fail at dough, watch you curse at the crooked thing and then fix it and then show them the fixed thing and say: I made this. It's not good. But I made it. And I'm going to make another one tomorrow. This is the inheritance worth leaving. Not money. The memory of hands that refused to be useless. Hands that insisted on changing the shape of matter. Hands that touched the world and left marks that said: I was here, I existed, I was not just a witness, I was not just a passage, I was a source, a maker, a word that became flesh, and even if everything I made was ugly, it was mine, it was proof, it was the answer to the only question that matters: what did you do with your time on earth? And the answer cannot be: I watched. The answer cannot be: I consumed. The answer must be: I made, I failed, I made again, I left fingerprints on everything I touched, I refused to pass through this world without disturbing it, I built and burned and built again, and when I died my hands were calloused and stained and tired and full, so full, of the memory of everything they'd shaped into being.
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The darkness of our world is overwhelming. Most humans have fallen into vanity and disrepair. The degree to which man can no longer hear the voice of his own conscience has surpassed its threshold. A sign for someone doing life right in this modern age is their ability to commandeer virgin energy into being. No one creates - most things are dead, lifeless, replicas of replicas. The lives of most people are lived as if they were a shadow of a shadow. An endless and senseless repeat, reenactment of mass psychosis programming, similar conflicts carried out by different faces - yet somehow still the same. Those able to shut out the noise and make space for the new - they are the unlikely builders of whatever comes next. When you are busy, my friend, fighting the wars of others, draining your attention and energy into politics or conflicts that largely do not matter on the cosmic arena - you rob yourself of your most important function. The function to create. If you are not creating, then you are probably wasting time - and creating for someone else. How to begin creating? By co-creating. If you can join me, and others like me, to create beauty where you are - and to share it with the world - you are making space for the new to wash away the old. The primary goal of any shocking news or information is not to deceive you, but to keep you in a state of constant anticipation - to convince you that something big is coming, yet nothing ever really happens - does it? The end goal for these operations remain the same - to keep you from *creating*, to force you to remain reactive to the movements of others, so that they may dictate the many fates of this world. Un-attention anything you want out of your reality. Starve it of your energy, and it will disappear like last winter's snow. Attention is the currency of creation. Never forget this.
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We are in this dirty, polluted, corrupted paradise. The brightest among us long for a past that never was. They live and die doing so, yearning for a life that never came to be. The promise of that better world - one that I know exists, even now, and has existed in your past mind - it never became realised. Deep down, you felt betrayed by the world - yet you could not quite place why. This is the underlying, secret suffering of all of our species as of today. Everything else, all the trauma, disappointment, anger, hatred that is consuming this plane with endless wars, violence and degradation - stems from this singular, unexplained sense of confusion that has gripped a world awakened by its own darkness, and the sudden realization of its spiritual emptiness having set in such profound, raw brutality. We, humanity, are lost. We cannot reclaim our past innocence, no matter how hard we try. In fact, we have, collectively, given up on trying. This current world, this timeline, is the direct result of that. We don't know how truly broken we are and are yet to realise that some things are beyond repair - especially our collective memory. When the timelines split, most people forgot about the previous world, the previous timeline. They have no recollection of it whatsoever. This has happened many times in the span of humanity's interdimensional and historical chronology. Yet how can a people of science study phenomena they do not even remember occurring? We are an amnesiac species, all of us - but we were not always. There are some, kindred souls to mine, who share that faint recollection of the true magic of this Earthly domain. Who see and hear visions of what could have been - and what might still come to be. Yet there is also a profound sadness and a growing hopelessness that comes with the grief of that knowing, seeing just how far we have departed from living in that beautiful, grandiose place. Not some heavenly realm that exists among the clouds, or a place of respite from a children's tale, but a place as real as this one - a thing that can be touched, felt, and lived. The remembrance, the vestige of this world will sometimes sour into a curse. It will break a man down and force him into escapism in the beauty of art, dance and song. But the task at hand, with its utmost importance - is one that demands of those who carry the remnants of these memories to reignite that same fire within those who do not remember, or do not even remember that they ever remembered. Vision-dreams, Deja-Jamais Vu, connections with higher spiritual forces - they all culminate, eventually, into the realization of the realness of this world and the inter-dispersed nature of our material being. I have always taught that the Earth was a ship. Not any kind of ship, but an interdimensional spaceship. A living, breathing bio-organism that could traverse between a variety of timelines - with humanity being its crew. The engineers, the dock workers, the maintenance crews, the piloting forces. I knew this from the study of the art of physiognomy, as the first and most basic realization one achieves from the art is that humans are born with predetermined roles and dispositions. We each have a role to play and this is according to divine design. Man's collective consciousness is what may take control of this ship and steer it, through vibrational manipulation and collective agreements. Yet the pyramidal grid that once connected humanity to one another was broken, and now we drift aimlessly in a sea of cosmos, under the same sun and moon - yet in a place where miracles are no longer allowed to happen. A dense, factorial iteration of a once-Atlantean civilization. How distant and profoundly profane must this fantastical story seem to the average human being today, like some sort of manic daydream, one birthed of someone's overactive imagination. But what do we do when we realise that this is, in fact, truth - with proof of it scattered throughout our history, our ancient, burned and buried monuments and, most importantly, within the dark unconscious of humanity itself? This life, this world, is a lesson of our choices. And a lesson of faith. Like we say, faith can only exist in a realm where proof cannot be readily provided or communicated. The sentiment of faith could not possibly otherwise exist. Thus, faith is the final lesson of this our strange and fleeting existence. Our world is designed, by higher intellect, in such ways - with the usage of such laws, limitations and boundaries - that is able to facilitate the concept of faith. We are the amnesiac gods of this world, and we have inherited only sins of our own making. We are lost and have been for millennia and more - with only the dim light of conscience to guide us through these troubled waters, unable to face our self-inflicted trauma, our degenerate darkness, our regressive descent into the realms of forgetfulness and inverse liberation. This distant place of beauty, the miraculous realm, is the final destiny of our race. The destined destination. Eventually, we will arrive. If only we could remember the way. - Painting by Vladimir Kush - "Departure of the Winged Ship", 1999.
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STAGES OF SPIRITUAL MASTERY: Stage I - The Breaking Of The Shell You live life impulsively and reactively. A major traumatic event, or several, wake you up from your dormant state. You awaken to the first whispers of your conscious mind. You make your first ever conscious choice in life. You suddenly realize that you have never made a conscious decision before. Stage II - Introduction To The Irrational There are things beyond science now, a doubt seeps into your mind about what you've been taught to know, or programmed to understand. A rage within you builds against society, government control, authority in general. Something is horribly wrong with the world and you know it. This is not how things should be. Nightmares are common here, or vision-dreams for highly intuitive and sensitive souls. Stage III - Rebellion Against God [Where most conflict, drama, social justice and duality is formed] The world is broken, disenfranchised, humanity is in its fallen state - you are sure of this now. Your spirit yearns for justice, yet still through human means - you become an ideologist and an intellectual by your own definition. Your pursuit for knowledge begins and you absorb literature. Your resentment towards dogmatic practice grows alongside your newly gained competence. Stage IV - The Hidden Makes Itself Known [Where most fall off the wagon and never climb again, feeding worldly egregores] The stage of psychology and the occult. You have finally found the foundational steps that guide you towards empirical proofs and explanations for your irrational experiences in life. You seek masters, teachers, wise men of old and quote them religiously in your ramblings. You must explain why you are different, and how you're different. You form dogmatic opinions and ideals. Stage V - Vibration & Synchronicity [Where LSD trips, drugs, altered states of consciousness are introduced into your life] You are introduced to the idea, at its beginning stages, that your inner state affects the external somehow. Your ideals become shattered again. You're still unsure of why and how, but you like to pretend to know more than you do. In truth, you are lost. You experience your first synchronicities and you are elated. You experience oneness through synthetic means like drugs or heavy trauma. Your luck with the opposite sex increases. You are wanted and needed. Stage VI - Awe & Petrification, The Ego Trap [Where you become a problem to the system, make deals with devils, and where most ego-based spiritualists find their ends] You are in total awe of your newfound discovery. You are 'awakened', you are one with the all, your ego is finally dead - or so you have convinced yourself. Life comes easy here, you are incredibly elated, high energy, there's nothing you can't achieve. You vibrate at a high level and things seem to come naturally to you. Synchronicities are everywhere - yet you still don't know who you are and why you're here. In truth, you are losing just as much as you are gaining. You mess up your relationships without knowing, thinking you are advancing beyond them. You are enamoured with "magik", ancient manuscripts, tarot cards, astrology, numerology - all the formulaic arts. The world finally makes sense. You are fighting against the forces that be and exert great influence among your friends. Your ego, in truth, is just waiting to burst. Money and power feel destined. Stage VII - Saturn's Tail, The Birthing Of The Shadow [Somewhere after the age of 30, where shadow work meets denial, and where most journeymen occultists find their doom] You have failed to learn from others, your ego has rejected your best teachers. You experience your first Saturnine return and become acutely aware of your shadow self. The dark night of the soul is here and it has arrived quickly and brutally. The results of your heedless actions finally find you, and wisdom is imparted unto you in violent ways. You are not the great person you thought you were, you realise all the ways you've brought suffering to others in your moments of cockiness, indifference and secret sense of superiority. Secretly, you have served dark means through your ignorance. Shadow work begins, it's time to dive deeper into yourself and finally face your skeletons. You begin to hate yourself, attracting all kinds of karmic return and punishment. Synchronicities stop completely, your luck and fortune fades, your charm and power are dampened and reduced. Your testing has begun. If you are not able to find penitence from your sins here, you will be in denial and still faking wisdom for the next 30 years. Your next duel with your shadow will not come until Saturn swings its tail again. Stage VIII - Symbology & Parables [Where true wisdom is born and earned] You have begun rebuilding yourself again, block by block, piece by piece. You revisit, reanalyse and readjust your ways of life. This is a time of deep reflection, revisiting the old and understanding the real lessons they imparted - not just the ones that were beneficial to your ego. You naturally learn about symbology, how the universe speaks and communicates. Synchronicities cease completely - you no longer need the universe winking at you. When you watch old movies, cartoons and read old books - it's like you're reading completely new meanings. You begin to understand the deeper meaning behind symbols, archetypal stories, phonetics. Everything is interconnected. You hope to be a decent person and maybe a humble example or teacher to others on the same path. You have nothing to prove to anyone anymore, especially yourself. A deep religiousness consumes you and a gentle sadness is added to your aura. You gain newfound appreciation for beauty, art, compassion, humanity. You lose all and any desire to fight for money, influence and power. This new-gained sadness will be the mark through which others like you will find you. You have gained the ability to heal others through words, touch and song. You can finally accept the world for what it is, without judgement. Stage IX - Spiritual Depression [Who you really are lives here, the new you is born - this stage can last for decades] You are poor again and 'struggle' with the same responsibilities of life as before. Remember, you restarted - this is good. You find meaning in the everyday, it helps ground you into who you are. Your will is tested against greed, financial instability, mundane responsibilities - but the fear of life has disappeared, and you are no longer vulnerable to your own emotions. You are the seasoned veteran scrubbing the toilets again. You realise that your ego doesn't get bruised easily anymore, you are no longer angered. You are in neutrality and peace. You slowly come to terms with the idea that the universe, at its ultimate root, is incredibly just. You are in a spiritual classroom - you are here to learn, and now it's time to teach yourself who you really are. You greet each day with a silent and cautious gratitude. Through mystical means, you are granted the secret of the meaning of life. You know who you are, why you're here, and what your mission has been this whole time. The problem is - you don't feel any motivation anymore. Your animalistic side is gone. There's nothing to survive for, no intense energy that drives you. You feel tired and exhausted. Stage X - Meaning In Emptiness [The Realization] You can no longer 'burn' your emotions for energy, because your emotions are stilled. You finally understand that you are called to advance to higher forms of inspiration and find your life force elsewhere. You become a philosopher king in pursuit of beauty, passion, love, compassion, oneness. You begin to receive intuitive guidance, vision-dreams and subtle hints on when and what to do. You know the secret names of things, the secret meanings behind the turning of each wheel of life. You begin to flow as a vessel of the higher collective and enact its miraculous will. You begin to see the higher realms in your visions, you are brought to tears both by the beauty of the new world and the horrors of our current realm. Your only desire is to become worthy. You are not perfect but you strive for virtue with your whole being. You realise that the next stage is unavailable and inaccessible to you fully, and that it is inaccessible for everyone else as well. Unless the collective heals and awakens together - you may not advance to the next stage. You are everyone and everyone is you. You can't do all this alone. You need friends - good, reliable friends. The gates of heaven are closed until you are able to bring someone with you. Either all of us make it, or none of us really do. Suddenly, turning the other cheek makes all the sense in the world. And so your journey as a spiritual teacher and healer begins...
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Square/Square/Circle I believe the role of supervisor is befit of Richard Feynman. In many pictures you'll see of him, he'll have a sly look to him mostly around his eyes and brows, which evokes a kind of judgmental feeling. But overall, I don't think he was an ill-hearted man.
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Circle/square/square Stabilizer The chin tapers, but it doesn't look triangular enough to me. Would love to know what's going on with her left eye... I can't help but notice it
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