Recent Posts

Donald John Trump, You are a testament to everything that has gone wrong with humanity. Your words reveal your ignorance, your actions expose your character, and your beliefs embody the very ideals that continue to poison our world. You mistake cruelty for strength, arrogance for conviction, and your own narrow perspective for truth. There is nothing admirable in the harm you perpetuate, nothing noble in the principles you defend, and nothing enduring in the legacy you are creating. The world is already burdened by enough hatred, ignorance, and needless destruction without the added weight of your presence. Some people leave the world better than they found it. Others serve as a reminder of how much work remains to be done. You have made it painfully clear which of those you are. Do us all a favor: remove yourself from the spaces you have so thoroughly diminished. The world has no shortage of room for growth, decency, and humanity—but it has no obligation to make room for your particular brand of ugliness. Leave This Planet Now. Sincerely, Every Fucking Being

Yesterday, I asked a yes-or-no question about if the Musk/Trump election interference and rigging of the midterms leave the Republicans still in charge of Congress; would you join a general strike? Over 400+ Americans said YES. One person said it should have been started 3 months ago. He was unaware that it has been gathering steam since last year and now has 454,607 members among 27 organizations and groups. Another asked why there were so few. I think the main problem is that most people think a general strike means you have to stay at home, not work, and therefore the money you need to support your family is nonexistent. Nobody wants that. There are other ways that you can support a general strike. In order for a strike to be successful, you need to have a structure in place for mutual aid. That is one of the reasons why it takes so long to build a general strike. The other problem is unawareness of the general strike that is building right now. You can go to their website: https://generalstrikeus.com/. It will give you general information, but if you want more details, you would be better off going to the Discord server. There, it is possible to find out where your state chapter is in this strike so that you can work locally with people. The main one is the national website, but in the Discord server, you will find chapters in every different state to work with. Spreading the word to friends and family through social media or conversations, or gathering a group and telling them about the general strike, is the only way it will grow. It's up to all of us to make this happen. If you 400+ talked to 2 people a week about the strike, and asked those 2 to do the same every week rather than passing the message just once, the active spreading group triples each week, hitting the target in 10 weeks. I've been writing about this for several months, and I get hundreds of likes or loves or cares, but the word is not being spread. If it were on everyone's page every day, day after day, I'm sure there would be more recognition of it, and this group, this organization, this movement would grow much faster. The power we have as patriotic Americans can only be felt if we use it. In a little less than two years, the Heritage Foundation and their puppet, Donald Trump, have almost completely destroyed the America that you and I have grown up in. How much longer are we going to put up with this? Today I just read that now he's trying to lower the sanctions on Russia and actually buy Russian oil. Do you know how devastating that will be for Ukraine and those poor Ukrainian people who are actually protecting all of Europe, not just Ukraine? I hope everyone reading this will share it and talk about it with other people.

Solfeggio Frequencies; They are not seen in nature. It's like taking a synthetic vitoman instead of eating your vitomans in food. If its not found in nature, or space that we've seen, them its not good for you. Its purley man made, and as we know man made things heart you. Just look at the harm plastic has caused, and just think there were people out there who thought plastic was a great idea. Look at all the harm its coused. And this is Spiritual, so its serious. Think, before you do something. And if you find out its not good, stop. Contousness is awarness, ask your self, are you aware. Practice awarness, this is something that can change your life.

Solfeggio Frequencies; They are not seen in nature. It's like taking a synthetic vitoman instead of eating your vitomans in food. If its not found in nature, or space, them its not good for you. Its purley man made, and as we know man made things heart us. Just look at the harm plastic has caused, and just think there were people out there who thought plastic was a great idea. Look at all the harm its caused. And this is Spiritual, so its serious. Think, before you do something. And if you find out its not good, stop. Contousness is awarness, ask your self, are you aware. Practice awarness, this is something that can change your life.

The term Source, as God; Lots of people are using the term Source for God, as a general term not part of any religion. I would ask you to do your research, because Sourse came from the Hebrew bible, and the old testament. The word for "source" in Biblical and modern Hebrew is makor (spelled מָקוֹר), which literally translates to a spring, fountain, or wellspring. The very foundation and source of the God described in the Old Testament (the Hebrew Bible). The term source connects to spring and fountain because they all describe the point where a stream or river begins or where water naturally wells up from the ground. Etymology and Shared Roots • Latin Root: The connection comes from the Latin word fons (genitive fontis), which translates directly to "source" or "spring". • Metaphorical Flow: Historically, a "source" is literally where water springs forth. Over time, the meaning expanded from a physical point of water emergence to any origin or starting point of something (such as the source of a river, a story, or a piece of information). • ʿAyin (עַיִן): Literally translates to "eye," metaphorically representing an open pool or spring visible on the landscape (such as ʿEn-Gedi). • Maʿyan (מַעְיָן): A closely related noun derived from ʿayin, denoting a natural, flowing spring of water. • Mabbuʿa (מַבּוּעַ): Refers specifically to a gushing or bubbling spring where water naturally bursts forth from the ground. • Maqor (מָקוֹר): Denotes an ever-flowing source, fountain, or headwaters, used both for literal upwellings and figurative sources like wisdom or life. So, you can see that the term; Source, as god comes from the Hebrew bible, and the old testament. It translates to "spring" or "fountain". By using this term, you are praying to the Hebrew God, and the God of the old testament. If you are looking for a general term, this isn't it. You need to do research into where words come from, because the have meaning.

Things needed in prisons; We need to give them everything they need to get better, if they choose to. Right now, prisons are set up so that anyone that goes there has no chance to get better, even though we say we want them to get better. List of things they need in prison; -spiritual cleansing tools; like smoke cleansing. Also, make it possible for prisoners to use healing and spiritual cleansing methods of their ancestors. The tools very depending on the folk traditions of the ancestry of the person. You need to look this information up by doing research online. If the person doesn't know there ancestry, use smoke cleansing or sound cleansing. Everyone can do Spiritual cleansing using sun light and moon light; make sure windows are large and position bed or chair in windows to receive durect, or bright indurect sunlight and moon light and make sure the person doing the cleansing has mostly exposed skin, swimsuits are best. The goal is to spend time bathing in durect or bight indurect light. Do this outside too if weather permits. You should also use a greenhouse for growing plants and sun bathing, with clear windows. This can be used and heated in colder weather so prisoners can spend time in the light in winter. Make sure they're not in the shade for this. -Building prisons with large windows is a must, and biult completely out of clear windows, like a large greenhouse, is best. Fill the building with shedding plants like trees, for shade. A dirt floor is needed, so plants can be planted directly in the ground, not in pots. Central air is a good method to heat and cool building. A sustainable method should be used when available. -healers, to heal things like physical, emotions, or spiritual illness, and much more. Anything they can heal. -a whole food diet -herbs for health, and videos on how to use them. -education in sustainability and permaculture, and gardens and greenhouses to practice both, plus movies on these subjects. Plant directly in the ground, no potted plants. This should be an education in sustainability using things like movies so everyone can participate even those who can't read. Movies like Kiss the Ground, or Commin Ground, with Woody Harlson. You can also use YouTube videos, by people like Geoff Lawton. -the actual possibility of getting out of proson; lots of prisoners never leave prison once they enter. - the ability to get a job after release, so rules and laws on employment need to change for employers to encuredge employment of exprisoners. -a decent bicycle they can use apon releace to get to and from work, plus videos on how not to get your bike stolen. -housing, so after prisoners are released they have a place to live. -things need to be organized, so after release exprisoners can continue to work with what ever they have been using to there benefit in prison, like; smoke cleansing, working with a healer, using herbs for healing, learning about sustainability and permaculture, and much more. These methods will change people's lives.

Thomas Arundel was the mastermind responsible for the deposition of Richard II and the installation of Henry IV. Of course, no one is ever going to find a document in which Arundel claims that he made Henry IV his puppet in order to regain his own throne as Archbishop of Canterbury from which he could restore the church’s stand against Wycliffism and creeping secularisation. And History is a stately succession of kings and queens – there is no place for a kingmaker engineering events for his own benefit, so Henry will always get the credit. However, let’s entertain ourselves with an overview of the circumstantial evidence. Arundel and Henry were together throughout the campaign from the beachhead in Yorkshire to the deposition in Whitehall. Historians make Henry the agent of destiny with Arundel tagging along for the ride, and helping out whenever he can, but it wasn’t like that – the reason they were together from the start is that Arundel had winkled Henry out from Paris with a ‘now-or-never’ scheme. Arundel had been in constant communication with Canterbury throughout his exile and, never having renounced his position as Archbishop of Canterbury, had prepared his allies in the church for his return and re-assumption of the archbishop’s throne. Arundel needed Henry’s Lancastrian military power to secure the government of England and the options from then were a) a parliament in which a humbled monarch would reinstall him in Canterbury or, given the right circumstances, b) the replacement of Richard II by Henry, and his reinstallation as archbishop by Henry the king. Option b) was the preferable option as it would make his re-enthronement more secure. In the sequence of events as laid out in the chronicles and records, Henry’s own voice is strangely absent until he spoke to claim the throne. What Henry must have said at various points to those who flocked to his banner is unrecorded. If he was a wronged aristo come to deliver England from a tyrant, then he never said so. Richard II did not die in battle – the preferred outcome – but possession of his person allowed Arundel to govern in the king’s name, using the mechanisms of government captured at Bristol, until his own man was on the throne. Arundel organised the deposition of Richard II from beginning to end to ensure that Henry, and no other, would become the next monarch using the invented Lancastrian Myth to legitimise his made-man, so excluding existing possible claimants. The coronation, so quick to follow the deposition, saw the use of Arundel’s Lancastrian oil to anoint Henry. This oil was faked, as was Richard II’s statement renouncing the crown, as were the circumstances of his capture, as was the legal basis for his deposition – the articles and the judgement were simply read out loud, there was no trial. Arundel’s public statements are legion but, as they are peppered with biblical references, there is a reluctance to find out what he meant; his Henry was a messiah from an ancient, and displaced line, and Arundel was the priest welcoming his return. The best circumstantial evidence for the primacy of Arundel’s role in his joint-enterprise with Henry is the new king’s first parliament on 6th October. Would one expect a new king who had voiced his claim so self-confidently on 30th September to use this occasion to make his mark in some way? Of course one would, but Henry did not. He must have been present but only Arundel’s words are recorded. Furthermore, every sermon Arundel made underscores the subservience of a king to his elders, i.e. himself. Who managed the mobile secretariat that bombarded the state apparatus with decrees replacing office-holders with Lancastrian loyalists as Arundel and Henry went from Chester to London with the captured Richard II? Not Henry. Who organised the 30th September deposition to ensure that Henry, and no other, became king once the throne was empty? Not Henry. Who had been in contact with Canterbury, and so the church, throughout his exile, and knew that he could get it behind him as soon as he came back to England? Who faked the holy oil of Lancaster used to anoint Henry and who actually placed the crown of England on Henry’s head? Who controlled the media – the Benedictine chronicles – which ensured that Henry’s story was only a march to the throne backed universally by a grateful populace? Henry brought military force to the party. Arundel hired the room, the caterers, invited the other guests and payed off the police to stop them breaking it up if it became rowdy. If the decision as to who was behind the events of 1399 were submitted to a board of independent arbitrators, and they had to choose between Henry and Arundel as the architect and prime-mover, they would choose Arundel because his hand was everywhere and Henry’s is…, is… - was it anwhere? -based on info in 1399: The Lancastrian Conquest, to be published in Jan 2027.

Vauxhall’s Griffin Isn’t Aging Well Vauxhall has gone a step further in losing the meaning and emotional impact of their 111-year-old identity. By historically linking their corporate values with the griffin, a well-recognized symbol in heraldry, they were able to project an image of courage, strength, and loyalty, values linked to medieval warriors. The imagery reached a peak of graphic clarity in the 1946 to 1971 versions. The sinuous virility and power of the lion body is all there in those middle iterations. The square image container of the 1983 logo required the clipping of the eagle’s wings. With the introduction of the circular container in 1989 the tyranny of the circle causes the overall image to feel a bit of a graphic mess. By 2008, the lion half of the lion/eagle creature has been almost completely sacrificed and the eagle wing reduced to a single horn-like appendage. Vauxhall eventually joined the movement toward full 3-D badges in 2003, going full 3-D in 2008. As car manufacturers have added electric vehicles to their lineup, there has been a shift back to simplified and flat logos that work well when illuminated, and Vauxhall has followed the trend. The most recent upgrade though is a disappointment and not, to this viewers eye, an improvement over the 2019 version, which would still have worked as an illuminated badge. The flag was still there. The ruffled neck feathers, open beak and aggressive head gesture remain more powerful than the new closed beak, the sleepy eye and the scrunched-down body language of the new eagle.

SACRED MYTHOLOGIES Daily Astrology Fri 9th Oct. The Moon in Libra opposes Neptune in Aries. Let us consider Neptune. He is not a personal planet, and not usually interpreted except in relation to them. He is our metaphysical home, the ocean that has no boundaries. The best sort of life is one lived close to the remembrance of that home. This is what faith is: the feeling of being close to and cared for by that central and mysterious fount of existence. As astrologers, we also have the ancient Greek Chaos, out of which emerged the world and its Olympian gods. We are both pantheists (the Spirit is everywhere) and polytheists (divinity has multiple forms.) The Catholic church with its saints is similar. It is the natural state of affairs for indigenous religions. Neptune can be fierce if you offend him - if you do not live from your callings. You will, like Odysseus, find yourself wandering uprooted and homeless. If you heed his callings, if you have the faith and courage to live from them, then he is bountiful and infinitely loving. He is not jealous: he offers you a pantheon of gods and goddesses to live by. Neptune has recently entered Aries, supercharged by a conjunction to Saturn, who enables these divine energies to manifest here on earth. Aries is the first sign of the zodiac, so he wants a fresh start. We need new mythologies. You could trace the collapse of the old Christian mythology from the last time Neptune entered Aries, in the 1860s. The tower has been collapsing for 160 years: it is Matthew Arnold's "long withdrawing roar", published in 1867, of the sea of faith which once engirdled the earth. These things cannot be consciously constructed: we have to leave Neptune to do his work. But what mythologies carry the sacred for you? Take them seriously, water them. Then you will have a deep centre to your life. For me, the indigenous reality of the natural world being inspirited and sacred, that we belong to her and are cared for by her, is foundational. And then I have the Greek pantheon as vital, living presences, that has come to me through many years of astrology. Somewhere in it too is the Christian mythology, for that has depth in our culture, but it is as an overlay on the more fundamental indigenous mythology, that keeps nature sacred. The Moon, as the fastest moving planet, is the activator of the zodiac. Today it is activating Neptune from the sign of Libra, pointing to the balance to be found once we have the sacred centre, in the form of the mythologies that speak to us, in place.

A lot of people are using witchcraft on people these days. Let people know, the way you remove it is by using the sun. The sun Cleanses crystals, metal, wood, and even people. You need to spend time in the sun, sun bathing, but you need to get away from your house and shut off your GPS because you dont want the person that put the witchcraft on you to see you do it, and alot of these people can get accesses to your GPS. Get atleast a few miles from where you live. There are other methods of removal, you just need to research them online.

Today in history: 108 years ago today, October 8, 1918, a patrol of 17 members of Company G, 328th Infantry Regiment of the 82nd Infantry Division of the US Army was assigned to infiltrate German lines near Chatel-Chéhéry, France, to take out some German guns that were covering a railway needed for the Allied advance. After initial success, the patrol was taken under heavy machine gun fire, which killed three and heavily wounded six others, including the patrol leader, Sgt. Bernard Early, and two other senior non-coms. A newly promoted corporal from Tennessee was left in charge of six privates, pinned down and surrounded by Germans. So what did he do? He continued the attack. While the others provided covering fire, he started taking out German gunners with his rifle. At one point while he was reloading, six Germans attempted a bayonet charge on his position, and he killed all six with his M1911 .45. After 30 minutes of furious battle, the commander of the German unit offered his surrender, which was accepted, and the corporal returned to his unit with the bodies of his fallen comrades, his wounded buddies, and 132 German prisoners. His CO was reported to have said “Have you brought me the entire German Army?” He received a field promotion to sergeant and was credited with killing 25 Germans and capturing 132. He was awarded the Silver Star, which was later upgraded to a Medal of Honor. His name? Alvin Cullum York. You may have seen the movie about him, if you are an aficionado of old movies.

The dark truth about self-help is that it’s never gonna work if you knew how to take action you wouldn’t need self-help And you need to take action to make self help work so changing itself is the thing you don’t know how to do and that’s the thing you’re trying to learn most people never even start the journey because it’s too depressing to realize how far away they are from being awake you’d have to admit that you’re hopeless People don’t wanna admit that but once you admit that you’re hopeless and you basically have no chance then you can start to slowly slowly slowly crawl And wake up, step by step, brick by brick

99% don’t have free will If you can actually take action towards your goals you have free will If you are a self made millionaire You have free will If you are in great shape You have free will If you are always happy You have free will If you have amazing relationships You have free will If you can’t hit these goals, you are controlled You are a robot You are a puppet You are a machine You are controlled by subconscious drives that you don’t understand and are not aware of The harsh truth of self help is you can’t change If you try to change , you will fail And realize you are a machine Who is incapable of controlling themself

MARS AND VENUS FACE OFF Daily Astrology Thurs 8th Oct Venus retrograde in Scorpio square Mars in Leo. This aspect is building over the next 2 days. Mars enthusiastically declares his brilliant new idea. Venus, eyes looking inward, is not so sure. She does not have Mars' powers of action, but she can see his naivety and wilfulness.That he is consumed by his own brilliance, and not listening to the gods. If he proceeds, he may succeed, but will also invite retribution and nemesis. Odysseus, full of hubris at his successes, offends Neptune, who prevents him returning home. Astrologers and healers offend the gods when they boast of their prowess, either directly or through 'testimonials', in their promotional material. This has become normal. If you are modest, you will succeed in the way the gods have designed for you. Above all, listen before you act, take the time necessary for Venus to have her say. You may have to wait years, you may find all your ideas were premature! She is peering into the depths, and this is slow. This square illustrates well the dynamic relationship between the masculine and feminine principles. They are very different. I won't say men and women because that is too politically charged! The square works the other way too. Venus is on her way to the Underworld, maybe for good reason, or maybe because she doesn't feel she has it in her to have agency and take action. The darkness here is when she blames Mars, feels that he is stopping her, and declares him to be toxic. She feels herself to be a victim. Mars says no, you have agency just like me, own it. So be bold, take action, but listen deeply as you do so. That is the creative interchange we are looking for between Mars and Venus.

When people ask me about my kinks, I often like to start with acknowledgment, that there are two separate realms: Fantasies and reality. They may overlap, but not necessarily fully match. It is perfectly okay to have very wild fantasies, look at bizarre imagery, even going verbal about it in the heat of the sexy moment - without ever needing or even wanting to experience them on one's own skin. These domains coexist and interact in a healthy human - there's nothing wrong about the "split". Let's be sane about it. Over the course of recent decades, we have turned from hetero/bi/homo/*-sexuals into pornsexuals. Porn is not only the reflection of our sex lives, but often the inspiration if not even the source for imitation. We tend to "execute" our kinks in the same way - alas often a mechanical, repetitive, consumerist one - as we see them. And the more kinksters replicate the same cliche - the more imperative it gets. We sometimes do things that are not even really sexy (if we had the capacity, the skill-set and the trained habit to inquire genuinely) + just because "everyone does it" or "this is how it is supposed to be done". Let's be honest about it. As absurd as it may seem, we have forgotten how to ask: "Is this really sexy?" Yes, around The Sexuality - supposedly the last unregulated space of personal freedom - as we used to think of it. We automatically assume: "Ah, I see this in porn, it is sex, it must be sexy then." Some of us still remember those "repressed" times where there was no porn imagery all over the internet - and our own imagination was the source of authentic kinky fantasies. While the access to porn or even to nudity was limited, we could invent fantasies unconstrained by a pool of popular mass-consumed search-engine categories. Later on, the porn gave us unseen options and ideas - but also took some from us. Let's be creative about it. Here, one can cum-template not only about undiscovered personal kinks, but also the way how we engage with the existing ones. I love chastity play - the restraint, the discomfort, the denial, the submissive mindset, the challenge - but I had no masters/owners/doms/keyholders to play with yet. I lock myself - particularly during Locktober and NO-vember, because there is a vague ambience / festivity (?) /support (??) hanging in the air of the virtual hive. But I also suffer from insomnia, I am uncut, I have an ED history - so I simply and sanely do not stay locked 24/7. Let's be playful about it. I unlock for the night, do the hygiene thingy, sleep well to be actually able to enjoy the next horny day. Yes, it is a challenge not to play with my uncaged cock - but one can train one's determination, endurance, sub-space: "No, it can not!". Let it be, ignore it, touch it in the rubber gloves if you want. Free cock (even if at the end of the day it is your mind that decides how "free" it actually is) makes it easier to slip, and more difficult to resist. But ... that's a valid kinky play in itself! Self-control. I don't touch the morning boner until it passes. I lock it up immediately when it wanes, as "the first thing in the morning" - and there's something hot about the procedural aspect of it, the duty, the diligence. Let's be adult about it. I keep the reasonable balance between discomfort and comfort - with an aim to make this as sexy and as long-lasting game as possible for my own taste, my own needs, my own limits. I leave the hypothetical challenges of 24/7 (including the possible circumcision, PA, shaving, difficult nights or even eventual shrinking) for the interaction with a real person. Something to look forward to. Somewhere to progress towards. Someone to honor with that personal sacrifice.

WTF?? Purely persecution: “ Kilmar Ábrego Garcia is back in federal court as the Trump administration keeps trying to deport him to Liberia. The government is asking a judge to lift an injunction blocking ICE from detaining and deporting the Maryland father, who was wrongly sent to El Salvador’s notorious CECOT mega-prison last year in what ICE admitted was an “administrative error.” Ábrego Garcia says that if he’s deported, it should be to Costa Rica, which already agreed to take him, but a former ICE official argued sending him there would be “prejudicial” because the US had invested resources negotiating with Liberia. The administration has kept pushing for Liberia even after the US signed an agreement with Costa Rica to accept deportees who can’t be returned to their home countries. A federal judge already threw out the human smuggling charges the administration brought against him after his return, finding they were meant to punish him for challenging his deportation. Supporters call him “an international symbol of due process,” and his lawyers are seeking to make the injunction permanent.“. From Aaron Parnas newsletter

HOW do gay marriages impact the Catholic religion, AT ALL??! If you don’t believe in gay marriage, DO NOT MARRY SOMEONE OF YOUR SEX. What freedoms of choice by NON CATHOLICS impede the ability of members of the Catholic Church from practicing their religion? NONE, you morons. 🤦🏻‍♀️ “Justice Samuel Alito’s new book signals he is open to overturning the Supreme Court’s same-sex marriage ruling. In “So Ordered,” a collection of 19 speeches, seven of them delivered to Catholic groups, Alito calls the 2015 Obergefell decision “perhaps the decisive point in our nation’s turn against religious liberty.” He compares opponents of same-sex marriage to Catholics who were persecuted in post-Reformation England, declaring that “what I predicted in my dissent is coming to pass.” Despite claiming in 2025 that he was “not suggesting that the decision should be overruled,” Alito is now publicly casting the ruling as the moment America turned on people of faith, laying out exactly the kind of argument used to justify reversing precedent. With fellow conservative Clarence Thomas already openly urging the court to revisit Obergefell, which was decided 5-4, LGBTQ advocates have good reason to fear the right to marry is no longer safe.” From the Aaron Parnas newsletter

PAYING ATTENTION TO YOURSELF Daily Astrology Wed 7th Oct The Moon is in Virgo for a couple of days. So pay attention to what you put into your system. Virgo is a sensitive sign that rules the digestion of both food and experience. It can handle a measure of junk food - who doesn't enjoy a BigMac occasionally - but you will feel out of sorts, or not as bright and healthy as you might, if you do not listen to what the Moon is telling you. We can hurtle from meal to meal, or activity to activity, in a habitual way, without stopping and listening and asking ourselves if we really want to eat that sandwich, or hang out with those people. We don't usually listen, full stop. But if you do, you'll find you have much more inner knowing and subtlety than you thought. No need for self-help books. It's all there in you. Virgo is known for being renunciative and therefore a bit dry, but this is not true: there is an inner joy to be found when we give our system the attention and space to digest that it needs. The Moon is also in square to Uranus in Gemini today. That will give you the space to stand back and look, and draw some surprising conclusions. A good day for gaining insight into the emotional realities behind your eating and drinking habits. Virgo is a nature goddess. Bring her tenderness and love to the bits of you that aren't so happy. That is what they really want and need, rather than the self-medication, as we euphemistically term our turning away from ourselves. The dementors will sort themselves with that kind of attention. It is in this way that Virgo is a sign of healing.

On September 18th, at approximately 2:43pm - in broad daylight - my mother unlocked the wooden box given to her by her father, pulled out the [FN made Browning High Power Pistol] he had used during his time in the military, pointed it against the right side of her small and light skull, and shot herself. I held that same box in my hands, staring at the empty impression inside. The silk of the box was red - vibrant, not like blood. Its vibrancy contrasted strongly against my pale hands, which appeared almost gray. The gun, of course, was taken in as evidence. Much to my dismay. Closing the box, I sighed heavily, my lungs deflating underneath my clothes. I looked around the room whose floor I sat on, its lackluster lighting matching the lack of color in my skin. I knew I would have to do this one day - everyone dies, of course - but I never figured it would be under these circumstances and this soon. Sure, she was in her early 60’s - barely - but that left me only in my mid 30’s. I felt myself shrinking into the age range I truly felt - a small child, abandoned. Her death was weeks ago - all loose ends were tied up, all services were had. All that was left to do was to clean up, rifle through, sort and discard. I placed the pistol box into a larger cardboard box and continued sorting through piles in what was once her bedroom. My father had died years ago from lung cancer, so it had truly been just her bedroom for a while. I picked up a pile of photographs and began to look through them. So many photos from my childhood - I was lucky for that. Older photos of my mother’s life before me. Sitting with her mom, staring off into space. Her dad hugging her from behind mid-motion while she laughed, her long hair blowing in the wind. Lifting a furry, big cat by its front arms to show off its length proudly. Her and my father’s wedding. My first dance recital, her behind me adjusting my tutu while I smiled a big, toothy grin. I paused. She was how I remembered her most recently - so the photograph must have been from the last 5 years or so. Considering how all memories live on our phones now, the picture must have been important enough to print out. She was inside some sort of building I couldn’t recognize, standing next to a man I also couldn’t place. He had a kind smile, and his right arm was around my mother’s upper back. The pose seemed friendly and relaxed, but as I stared closer, I noticed how tense his hand was on her shoulder. My mother’s hands were behind her back, and she smiled blankly - not how I remembered. She was wearing a long-sleeved, flowered dress I had never seen before. I continued to stare at the photo, frantically searching it with my eyes while simultaneously searching my mind with its own, trying to place it…The photo almost pulled me into it…I felt myself beginning to drift…. Rap, rap, rap. I jumped, dropping the photo from my hands. Turning around, I saw my twin brother at the open bedroom door.

I deeply appreciate Republicans who can reconsider their biases and views and stop defending the indefensible. I listen to them and think about how they have changed, wishing some people I know personally could do the same. Bill Kristol is one example. Remember where he used to stand, and appreciate the differences decades later. It will give you hope for some other people. Brian Ragle @vagabondvisions.bsky.social · Hey Bill, remember that time you were Dan Quayle’s chief of staff and helped lead the GOP campaign to discredit Anita Hill, then hired David Brock at The Weekly Standard after he wrote a whole book smearing her to protect Clarence Thomas? Brian Ragle @vagabondvisions.bsky.social · Hey Bill, remember that time in the '90s when you ran the Project for the Republican Future and pumped out strategy memos urging Republicans to kill the Violence Against Women Act by calling it "radical feminist" government overreach? Brian Ragle @vagabondvisions.bsky.social Hey Bill, remember that time your magazine spent years railing against Title IX campus sexual assault reforms, calling real concerns about predatory frat culture "anti-male moral hysteria" and weeping over the due process of privileged men? Brian Ragle @vagabondvisions.bsky.social Hey Bill, remember that time in the '90s when your concern for women facing sexual misconduct was strictly limited to using Paula Jones to take down Bill Clinton, while giving every powerful conservative accused of the exact same thing a total pass?

“ A conservative Christian lawyer who spent 18 years at the Interior Department resigned in protest, warning of “a deeply troubling assault on the rule of law” under Trump. In a resignation letter obtained by the Guardian, John Murdock cited “glaring legal flaws” he witnessed, including the administration’s decision to exempt a massive Gulf of Mexico oil and gas lease sale from key environmental laws. He decided to quit after the acting head of the offshore drilling agency claimed the administration was “upholding the highest environmental standards,” then later left the government to work for Halliburton. Murdock also slammed the decision to exempt Gulf drilling from the Endangered Species Act, the push to pay a French energy company nearly $1 billion to abandon wind leases, and a weekly internal video he said had turned into “something approaching cultish worship” of Trump. Murdock, who once helped clean up BP’s Deepwater Horizon spill, wrote that he did not want to be part of “creating an even greater disaster.” The Interior Department dismissed his concerns as “one former employee’s personal disagreement.” via Aaron Parnas newsletter

You’re too realistic youre too attached to your past you’re letting your memories dictate your life. You have to totally erase the past Erase those memories. Create new memories visualize a new reality. Replace your old memories with a new vision visualize so much that you create new memories change your past change your memories and become a new person.

It’s not a mystery why Jesus became so popular. He was the first person in history to discover manifestation and teach it. Mark 11:24 states, "Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours"

How do I know that the universe is inviting you to let go? How can I be sure? because it’s a self fulfilling prophecy if you believe that, it becomes real that’s the power of the mind.

THE POWER OF TABOO Daily Astrology Tues 6th Oct. Mercury conjunct retrograde Venus in Scorpio. Scorpio is not a civilised sign. It stands for all that we leave out, all that we make unacceptable, to create an ordered society. It is something that has to happen. Today Venus is giving Mercury the ability to talk about these things fruitfully. A well-known astrologer recently spoke the N word as an example of a taboo. Even saying it was too much, and he was condemned and cancelled. He should have waited for this aspect in the sky! A healthy taboo proscribes an action that threatens the survival of the community. People are often not thoughtful, or they are venal, so you have to have a rule that threatens death or exile. If you are reading this, you probably have the capacity for stepping outside the rules and questioning and understanding. Which much of the astrology world recently showed that it does not! This is what Mercury-Venus is enabling. Begin with the Roman playwright Terence, who said, "I am human, and I think nothing human is alien to me." Are you at ease with your inner racist and gleeful concentration camp guard, or is it just 'bad' people who are like that? If you can admit to these things without condemning them - it is the acting on them that requires condemnation - then you can trust yourself, for they will not sneak in and get the better of you. But for people ruled purely by taboo, the monster will get the better of them when the rules change eg in war. So in straightforwardly owning that which is 'uncivilised', you become not a 'bad' human being but a complete human being, one that can be trusted. And the monster becomes something of a protector, a menacing quality that says don't mess with me.

Day 3 - Fight Night Every week the Predators held various sports and competitions, often rewarding winners with prey and money. The biggest of these were fights with pre fight tests of strength like breaking cinder blocks bare handed, and everyone watched because Predators were competitive and prey fantasized about being taken by these famous Alphas. 1v1 prize fights were always the same groups: Lions, Grizzlies, a Cayman if one is around and sometimes one of the Wolf Alphas. The Women's was no different in 1v1. but any group fight was ALWAYS either one of the Wolf packs in the mens and Wolf pack or Lioness prides. Every other group almost refused to work together and tried to one up the others. BUT, recently a Bull from the bovine city has been winning a lot. Like, he beat everyone even with his horns filed flat before fights. AND they are entering another fighter this time. It’s a big deal. Seeing them in the ad made me immediately wet, and i ran down to start getting things ready. i could not wait to see all those Alpha Predators naked and fighting for dominance, the winner was whoever was able to “breed” the opponent. “Mom, are you going to watch the fights with me?” i asked from the kitchen getting things ready. “No, I wouldn't want to interrupt your alone time with your Bull crush, even though i don’t understand your want for a non-Predator that won’t eat you. Even if he does have a big dick…” She said, causing me to fluster as she went out the front door. I got snacks and drinks and blankets before nesting up on the couch and watching them all get ready with the pre-competition. The commentators talked but i wasn’t paying attention as i watched the fighters getting ready and showing off breaking the various blocks. A few were on the side line with their women getting stroked, blown or out right breeding, but never to completion as if trying to get each other pent up and mad. Then the Bull walked up, His massive cock was rock hard and instead of punching one of the blocks he Smashed his forehead into it, smashing it with little effort and laughed as he walked away, he was almost the size of the Grizzly attending and lifted the same logs, benched just as many of the show prey they had. The Bull was a monster for a non-Predator, standing just over seven feet tall, and then he looked at the camera waving someone else over. “Today I brought a new Bull with me to compete, to show everyone why the Bovine city stands as tall as we do, and why even your Alphas give our herds a wide berth. I want to introduce Anya, our newest Bull.” He announced before pulling a woman almost his own height but just over half his sheer size. Anya had smaller horns, flattened at the end to compete. Smaller boobs than the Heffers, but she was a wall of muscle, waving a big Bull dick between her legs. The larger Bull gave her a shove and she went over to the competition floor. She lifted a log one size down from the other bull and Grizzly. She smashed the cinder blocks with no effort. And she benched a prey less on each side. She then outran almost every Predators time around the track. At no point did she show any sign of slowing down or tiring. She was perfect, and i wanted her babies inside me. I couldn’t help myself, i was soaked and humping my fingers as the popcorn bowl spilled over the floor. I grabbed my chest, and my tits overfilled my hands as if they grew bigger to match the heifers around Anya, i could do that for her. i would grow my tits as big as she wanted. They moved back to the commentators and i relaxed a bit and cleaned the popcorn, put a thicker towel down, and got a drink. What i did hear before the fights started was that the Herd was going to be in the mall tomorrow, and i NEEDED to go meet Anya, and maybe The Bull. Most of the fights went as expected, but eventually we got to the main events. The Bull fought the Grizzly Alpha Male, it was a good fight, though the same brute force fight the MAles always were. It went on a while with both fighters bruised and bloody, until The Bull out paced and got a clean shot in. The Grizzly went down and The Bull, mounted him. The Bull grabbed the Grizzlies hair and forced his massive pre-lubed cock in the Grizzlies butt, before fucking him hard and fast. It didn’t take long before The Bull shook and finished, cumming hard and panting before pulling out and wiping his softening cock on the Grizzlies back and walking away the winner. I was so jealous of the Grizzly and fingered my own holes at the thought of getting bred by such a Bull. I stopped and paid even closer attention when Anya walked out, her cock shining with the lube all over it, rock hard. Yup, i still needed her babies in me. Her opponent was an Alpha Wolf Female, and they looked familiar. It was the Therapist! And as big as she was, Anya towered over her. The sight of the Wolf Alpha made Anya's massive cock twitch and leek Pre-cum. “At least when I win you’ll get bred like the Bitch you always wanted to be right.” Anya taunted, causing the Therapist Alpha Wolf to break regulation and start swinging out of anger. As fast as the Therapist was, she was out paced, but eventually made contact with Anya’s centre. Anya took the hit like a wall as she grabbed the Wolf woman’s head and drove it to her knee, light’s out. The Wolf Alpha went down, and Anya wasted no time mounting her and fucking her hard and deep. She grabbed the Wolf woman's arms and went as hard as she could, her massive cock slamming in and out, her large balls smacking hard enough for the mics to pick up. But instead of finishing inside she pulled out and stroked herself as she turned the Wolf Alpha to face her, holding her by the hair, before unloading a massive amount of cum over the Alpha's face and chest. She groaned loudly as she came,making sure her cum splattered in the Alpha Wolf’s face. When Anya finished and let the Alpha Wolf hit mat in a pool of cum, she walked off the floor to cheers from the other bovines, several of the heifers working to clean her cock for her and moving Anya's hands to their wet holes, trying to get This new Bull’s favor. I almost hated them, i wanted her inside me so bad. The Male Bull was already working on breeding one of the Heifers, cheering and waving at the Grizzly Alpha Male he had just minutes ago came inside of, getting loud angry growls and roars from the Grizzlies group. After that everyone in the place either bred or left letting the cleaners clean. The bovines all left together in their normal fashion, with Bulls moving around the Heifers and some smaller prey that lived with them for safety. i rewound Anya mounting and cumming over and over as i fingered myself and came so many times. All i wanted was her massive Bull cock filling me with her babies, over and over. It was going to happen, i would make it happen… After i cleaned the living room of course.

So embarrassing. 🤦🏻‍♀️ “ The White House is defending its new assistant press secretary, who posed with a rifle in a “F* Joe Biden” shirt.** Beni Rae Harmony, 24, joined the press office days after covering Trump as a correspondent for Real America’s Voice, a far-right outlet launched as a platform for Steve Bannon, and previously worked for Rep. Paul Gosar and former Rep. Matt Gaetz. The 2021 photo showed her and her uncle holding rifles in matching anti-Biden shirts, and she appeared to confirm its authenticity at the time. A White House spokesperson praised her as “a trusted voice for the MAGA movement as a White House correspondent.” AP photos from a recent Air Force One press gaggle appeared to show her name atop papers in Trump’s hand as she asked him friendly questions, suggesting he may have been holding her résumé. Her hiring comes as Trump has tried to ban CNN, Politico and MS NOW from the White House, while his aides hand-pick outlets, often friendly ones, to question him.” From Aaron Parnas newsletter

“Since Driscoll left, the Army has begun rolling back his modernization efforts, even as Hegseth announced a drone warfare headquarters that appears to mirror Driscoll’s plans. The Army’s acting chief of staff ordered Driscoll’s experimental drone battalion to revert to a standard airborne infantry unit, a decision one former senior officer said “nobody can” explain. At Donahue’s retirement ceremony at Fort Bragg, attendees reportedly referred to Hegseth as “No Tab Pete,” a jab at his failure to earn the Ranger qualification held by the commanders he removed. Driscoll was careful not to attack his former boss directly, saying “we probably agreed on more than 50 percent of things” and calling himself “a custodian of the seat for 18 months.” But one Army officer who worked at the Pentagon warned the cost of Hegseth’s priorities “is going to be measured in American lives, in our sons and daughters coming home in body bags.” From Aaron Parnas newsletter

“Former Army Secretary Dan Driscoll, in his first interview since resigning in August, told Rolling Stone he tried to drag the Army into the age of cheap drones and AI, only to watch Pete Hegseth fire the generals leading that effort. Driscoll, a combat veteran and Yale Law classmate of JD Vance, championed an “Amazon for war” marketplace to buy counter-drone systems quickly, cut $48 billion from the Army budget over five years, and created a “drones first” experimental battalion that trained with Ukrainian advisers. “When you’re an American soldier, you would get to work every day, and you basically step back like 20 or 30 years with tech,” he said, calling it “humiliating” to see how fast Ukraine adapted with a far smaller budget. But Hegseth forced out Army Chief of Staff Gen. Randy George in a “15-second call,” and later pushed into retirement Gen. Christopher Donahue, whom Driscoll wanted as George’s successor. According to news reports and a former Pentagon official, Driscoll told Trump in an Oval Office meeting that he was resigning because Hegseth had fired everyone working to modernize the Army.“ from Aaron Parnas newsletter

A SCORPIONIC RECKONING Daily Astrology Mon 5th Oct Venus is now retrograde, and will remain so until mid-November. Venus is, amongst other things, your relationships, and Scorpio asks for emotional truth. Retrograde wants you to look back and examine yourself in this respect. Relationships with a capital R are perhaps where we are least truthful, because we tend to unconsciously edit ourselves to fit the other person's needs. We surrender a part of ourselves and no longer live it. That may be OK and normal when you're younger. But it's not for grown-ups. Scorpio is not 'civilised', it does not sacrifice truth on the altar of keeping the peace as Libra does. It is more than your life is worth not to be wholly truthful about who you are with those you are close to. If that is not welcome, then they can never be close friends. When my Dad died 11 years ago, I said, "Thank God the old bastard's gone." I didn't pretend to myself I was sad. That is Scorpio. You've got to be close to yourself to be close to others, and not many people want that kind of reality. Look back on your relationships and see where you have compromised yourself. Did you overlook your initial reservation with someone? And what was the result of that? This is exactly what Venus retrograde in Scorpio wants you to do. People want tribe, community. That is natural. But you will never have it if you are truthful in your relationships, because that will take you outside the unspoken rules in any community. If you have 1 or 2 people you can be fully truthful with, you are fortunate, that is probably as good as it is going to get. You've got to get used to not being part of the herd, not being 'civilised', and not imagine there's something lacking because you're not very good at it. It's a matter of seeing and accepting realities, which Scorpio specialises in.

I love coaching because every time I coach somebody I improve my content because while coaching people in real time, it gives me a chance to test my content in real time and I see what works and I see what I need to change If you want to be next , hit me up

imagine feeling so incredibly happy you love life and you love being you. how would that feel? feel that feeling now. allow yourself to feel it now. feel it and believe it now, before you see it. you cant wait for it happen to you. you have to create it now imagine it now feel it now the more you practice it now imagine it now feel it now the more real it becomes

Jacob Geller spent the years after the sexual assault building a public identity in progressive cultural spaces, becoming known for work that was thoughtful, empathetic and often morally serious. He discussed violence, masculinity and sexual abuse in games. He co-hosted a podcast, Something Rotten, that touches on these subjects in several episodes. He worked as a consultant on the Silent Hill 2 remake, a game in which sexual abuse is central to one of its most important characters. I don't think that having committed abuse necessarily makes someone incapable of speaking meaningfully about abuse. But I think that history has to be part of the context in which they are speaking. I can imagine Geller admitting openly, years ago: "I sexually assaulted somebody when I was younger; I have spent years trying to understand how I became capable of it and trying to become a different person." But that was not the position from which Geller was publicly speaking. He did not enter, nor was he invited into, these conversations as someone openly reckoning with having been an abuser. He was invited as a progressive critic whose personal history, had it been known, would plainly have changed the way people understood, received and consumed some of his work. There is a difference between protecting somebody else's privacy and never acknowledging your own conduct at all. And even if he believed public disclosure was impossible, silence was not the only choice available to him. There were also choices about what work to accept and what subjects to place himself at the center of. If you know that you have sexually assaulted someone, and you are unwilling or unable to disclose that publicly, then perhaps, for instance, a paid consulting role on a work so directly concerned with sexual abuse is simply something you decline. Not because you are forbidden from thinking about those subjects, but because accepting the role while withholding that history creates a contradiction that becomes difficult to ignore once that history becomes known. Maybe hypocrisy is the right word for that. Maybe denial is closer. Maybe it is simply an extraordinary capacity for moral compartmentalization. Whatever it was, it makes me wary of the argument that his later work should itself be taken as evidence of rehabilitation or change. That is where some of the discussion around rehabilitation loses me. Of course people should be able to become better than the worst thing they have done. But becoming better and acting with integrity are not exactly the same thing. You can genuinely regret something, change in important ways, and still benefit from other people's ignorance of a fact that would materially affect how they saw you. In this case, that ignorance was particularly consequential because of the kind of career Geller built. There is a tendency in discussions of rehabilitation to focus on whether society is willing to forgive, as though the alternative is permanent punishment. But accountability also involves surrendering some control over how other people see you. It means giving them enough information to make that judgment for themselves, even when doing so may cost you work, status, collaborators or an audience. I could believe that Geller regrets what he did. I could believe that he is not the same person he was then. What I find much harder to accept is the idea that the public persona and career he built while keeping that history hidden can now be offered as proof of that transformation. The question, for me, is not whether an abuser can ever speak about abuse again. It is whether you can build a public identity around empathy, feminism, moral seriousness and the thoughtful treatment of sexual violence while withholding the fact that you yourself committed sexual assault, and then ask that same identity to stand as evidence that you changed. I don't think you can.

People have everything backwards they think if they find the right job they’ll find passion If they find the right relationship but no it’s about yourself. Do you love yourself? Do you love life? Are you spiritually awake or are you sleep? If you’re asleep you’re gonna dislike every job You’re gonna fight with your partner you’re gonna dislike your business, but if you’re happy, you’re gonna love everything about life, including business jobs and relationships

Day 2 - shopping day i woke up, and did the laundry, my sheets were covered in the Therapists cum leaking out of me all night. Then i ate a huge amount of breakfast, for some reason i was starving and nearly cleaned out the fridge of the fruit. i know thats fine, they give prey free groceries at any store, it was just an odd feeling. i took a shower with some music playing in my private bathroom, having a Predator mom has its perks. I can keep my biggest Predator cock wall toys in the shower, and not wake her up while i stretch myself open with them. I came so hard so many times thinking about getting splattered against the wall, i had to sit down for some of my shower i was so worn out. When i was finished i rubbed myself down with scented oils provided by the city, it doesn’t smell like anything to me, maybe a hint of vanilla but they say its good for me. On my way out the door, i grabbed the shopping backpack and a list of what we needed, signed by my mother of course so they know what account she buys her food with. The bag is bright yellow and means i can shop without Predators really interacting with me, kind of like being owned for a day. It's a good system that helps make sure us prey can get important things done for Predators without being slowed down too much. It doesn't stop us from being service prey, just from getting devoured, or splattered, and even just the though had my thighs soaked. i walked to the mall a few blocks away, getting more looks than normal. being naked was normal for a prey and always got looks from Predators but today felt different. As i got to the mall i felt a large hand grab my butt and squeeze then looked to see a towering Predator sniff me with a big grin. He ran a thick finger between my legs, making me moan loud enough to get more attention. before he licked his finger clean. He put a card to my lips. “This stays in your mouth until you get home, then you call me for dinner. You look and smell delicious and i want you squirming in my belly like a good little gut slut you are.” He said before smacking my butt hard enough to leave a red mark and walking away. i went to the fruit stand, card still in my mouth and the lady tending it put some bags into mine with a smile. she was also a prey wearing only a few utility items for her work. then i went to the Predator food store, note in hand, and they went to get my items. while i waited another Predator smacked my sore butt and licked my neck before adding their card to my mouth and grabbing my chest. my boobs felt bigger than the day before, like they grew after my Therapist meeting. while i waited though, i got more cards, more spanks, and more Predators grabbing and groping me like i was some kind of art piece. None tried to pull me away, or eat me or really anything but almost admire me. it felt amazing to be wanted by so many Predators, some even Alpha Predators. The attendant came back, a few minutes later and put the wrapped items in my bag before sending me off. On my way back through the mall i watched many Predators sliding prey into their maws, a bunch digesting with prey in various states of goop. Some Predators had prey mulching in their nuts, also in various states, some still clearly masturbating, waiting as they slowly melt into cum. the mall has a minor rule of not making a mess with prey inside. so Predators could grab and mulch or eat prey inside, they just had to wait until they were in private or specific marked areas to finish the journey. their are lots of areas including parks, bars, and some stores that allowed Predators to help finish their prey’s journey, which is so well thought out and helpful for us prey. on the way home i heard some panting and looked down a side alley to see a large Alpha Predator stroking her massive cock. i saw Her balls swaying and slowly shrinks as her prey barely audible, masturbated themselves into cum. The Alpha saw and grinned at me, picking up her pace, while i couldn't stop myself from fingering myself at the view. It didn't take long before she groaned and her cock throbbed, her nuts squeezed tight and she splattered long thick ropes of prey cum against the alley wall. i came immediately at the sight and scent of it all, my legs shaking and i soaked the side walk under me. The Alpha walked over when she was done and simply wiped her cock down my chest and belly, wiping the last of the prey cum on me before tucking her still massive cock away, putting another card in my mouth and leaving. When i got home, my legs felt like jelly under me. i put the groceries in the fridge, went to my room and let the stack of drool covered Predator cards fall onto my bed before i instinctively wiped the cum from my body and lapped as much as i could into my mouth. It was still hot and thick, tasted amazing and smelled of the Alpha and just the faint remnants of that lucky prey. i used some on my fingers as lube and fingered my holes until i came myself into a nap, waking up only to write this and continue my chores. It was an amazing day.

IN SEARCH OF BALANCE AND EXCELLENCE Daily Astrology Sun 4th Oct Sun in Libra exactly opposite Saturn in Aries. Libra is the search for balance. Indigenous people see life in this way, in their case balance with the natural world, from which humans are not separate. Balance by definition requires a fulcrum, a centre. We find this centre in the process of finding balance. Astrology itself arose out of indigenous ways of thinking, in which the natural world is a symbolic expression of the inner world. Life is cyclic, not linear. There is nowhere to go, only the call to live in balance at every moment. Then we are fulfilled, life is simple and meaningful. The chart shows us the callings, the gods we are answerable to, in order to find the unique balance that is ours. Saturn in Aries, the call of the world, can eviscerate us with his demands for measurable achievement. At best he asks for competence and excellence. When we do that, we are living from our deepest centre. Saturn is retrograde, requiring thoughtfulness: are you demanding enough of yourself in developing your gifts, are you pursuing the excellence you are capable of? And if so, is it for the right reasons? Do you want to look good in the eyes of the world, or is it for its own sake, because you owe it to the god or goddess who has endowed you with your gifts? Aries gives the ability to fight for the excellence of which you are capable, Libra to do so for the right reasons.I have written a book, The Medicine Wheel, which is a Native American approach to this idea of balance. You get a free astrology reading if you buy it and rate it on Amazon!

Day 1 i finally got my “unedible” tag off, but found out i had to wait 2 weeks to go to the local prey collage. my Mother, being so smart like all Preds, booked me an appointment with the local Alpha Therapist! i know my life goal, but Mother was hoping they could get me in early so i could learn to be the best prey possible for a lucky Pred. i left early, wearing nothing as was normal for prey in our warm climate but carrying my pink therapy letter. Getting on the bus i could smell the Predator pheromones in the air, i was instantly wet and the whole bus ride was made worse as i watched a towering woman, clearly bear kin, pull a very effeminate male close. She rubbed his acreage human dick until he moaned and asked him “do you want more?”. He nodded and she smiled before gently sliding his small frame down her maw. He moaned the whole time as her belly grew slightly. Moving as he moaned and jerked himself over and over, outlining against her belly. I couldn't help but fingers my soaked hole the entire ride, climaxing several times. When my stop came, another male prey poked me to let me know. i thanked him and noticed he had also cum a few times on my leg watching as the prey slowly quieted down and turned from human shaped to its final globbed shape. i was taught that prey finishing on each other was more polite than making a mess for others to clean, so i was happy to help the other prey male. Many of they prey had also been to excited to help themselves. As i left the bus i could see the Predators were either rock hard or clearly wet at the smell of preys excitement, some having claimed their own prey for the ride. When i arrived at the office i climbed the stairs and sat next to a couple other naked prey, 2 females and another male all in similar states to myself. The Therapists door was open slightly, her Alpha pheromones seeping out. We could hear her talking to the female prey inside. “Your path is a good one, in fact i would like you to cross the hall and wait in one of the waiting stalls and i will call someone to help show you. Why don’t you take the others outside with you, i think the opportunity will be good for you all.” Her voice was cold, but the female prey stood unsteady and fingering herself with a glazed look in her eye as she came out. She gently pulled at each of us, the other three following her into the waiting stalls as the Alpha made a quick call. She waited and then sighed before waving me in. As i entered i saw several Predators enter, walking past a ‘donation’ bin full of clothes, before entering the stall the prey had gone into. “What do you want prey?” the Alpha asked as walked in. I told her “my mother sent me with this request sheet” and she smiled a cold, almost scary smile before standing and coming around to sit on the edge of her desk, her massive cock inches from me. Her pheromones were not hungry, not really horny, but she wanted me for something. I quickly lost my train of thought, feeling my fingers pushing in and out over and over. “Your mother wants my help, and i just cleared my schedule. So i guess i can make some sewer sludge.” she said before pulling me up by my hair. She lifted me one handed and stroked her cock, i saw her balls and cock grow, her cock somehow squishy in her hand. She lifted me up and tilted her massive cock to my feet. “Ready, sewer stain? Im going to mulch you and splatter you into the drain.” It wasn't a question, this Alpha predator was telling me. She intended to not just fulfill my existence, but disregard it entirely by finishing into the sewer drain, the highest disregard for a prey. And all i could do was cum at the words. She pushed me feet first into her hot cock. Slowly further, my round butt stopping before she pushed harder. I felt her cock pulse and molten precum run up and over my legs and spill over my belly and lower arms, leaving a hot tingly feeling as i continued to instinctually masturbate. She pushed again slowly as i sank further and leaned down with that evil grin. “Even if you wanted you can’t escape now that your hands are in. all you can do is enjoy the ride into my nuts, and get mulched into the sewer cum you prey are barely worthy of being.” i felt another spasm and more of her molten cum run over me, and spurt out around me and over my chest, continuing to finger myself to orgasm after orgasm. i felt like each of the Alpha cocks spasms squishing me tighter as my body relaxed, until she pushed my boobs in. then she had a large spasm as i slipped to my head. I felt her cum rush up but this time filling my insides with pressure until i felt it run all the way up and push out of my mouth. There was so much it covered my face and was the last thing i saw before She pushed me all the way in, letting me slide and splash into her still near full sack. I couldn’t stop fingering and cumming as i felt a rhythmic sway as she stroked her cock. As she jerked herself, i felt the walls around me tighten more and more, i felt the pressure on my body, the cum pushing in with nowhere else to go. Part of me knew i should fight it, but i kept fingering and cumming, swallowing more cum as my face was submerged. The feeling of the rhythmic sway and the pressure pushing in more and more until all i felt was the constant orgasm. I felt the rhythm pick up faster and faster, and heard her muffled voice, all i could do was continue to orgasm. It wasnt multiple, just one continued climax, like my brain was just cum with no thoughts. Then i felt a massive pressure everywhere. It was like i was being pushed heavily from all sides, followed by cold, and bright. Then i felt a massive impact and my continuous orgasm was replace by the briefest, Mind shattering Climax. Then nothing. I opened my eyes, the bright fuzzy room. I looked around and saw i was in a tiled bathroom, i was covered in cum on the floor. The Alpha sat there holding a journal, when she saw me look around she dropped it onto my naked, cum filled lap. She told me what i am, gave me my writing instructions and stood up, she stayed cold in demeanor. She was bored, and i was her momentary entertainment. My existence was purely for a few minutes of fun to her. And i loved every moment of it. “The maid will be here soon, get out and come back when you aren’t so gross filthy prey. I want to read about anything you end up doing, unless you become a permanent cum stain somewhere or belly sludge like those other stupid walking sewer sludges i sent to the stalls.” So then i went home, showered and wrote up to now. i still feel myself shifting in shape, and leaking her cum. my therapist seems cold but i know she loves us prey, she helped four finish their sacred journey, i hope they came as much as i did. And She helped four Predators get full bellies. If i knew her name i could write her a thank you card.

Day 0 Date My Therapist told me it would be a good idea to keep a journal detailing my journey, or “at least as long as it lasts” as She put it. She also said including anything prior to it “I felt was somehow important to any possible readers” would be good, though She seemed uninterested, probably tired after helping so many prey in a single day. me i was born 18 years and a couple days ago. my mother was a mimic slime, a Predator. my father was a human, but his line traced back to the first humans at the heart of the Great Naturalizing. I was told that Glorious event was what gave us our current “more balanced” world. They said it Gave us the Alpha Predators and their kin, and let us humans be what we always were meant to be, PREY. But, how i was conceived was a bit odd. my mothers kind adapts to the pheromones of the nearby prey, they mimic the species and return un-resistable pheromones, luring in the prey by causing an uncontrollable base desire. Then they pull them inside and pump them with aphrodisiac liquid that breaks them down while inducing unending pleasure, but inability to climax, raising desire for consumption. my father however being "alpha prey” meant he was already created for the purpose of consumption, but what's in his DNA was pure, and upon entering, climaxed uncontrollably until his sweet purpose was complete. This caused a Core to be created over the next few days. All this means that i am also an purely “alpha prey” with the only goal in life to please the Predators in my city and world, until i happily fulfill my purpose, but also my core will keep remaking me until i find something able to consume it… this is why i am supposed to keep a journal. Also happily enough, i can almost like read the pheromones in the air, and my body changes slightly, like its trying to be the best prey around. I hope it helps find me my perfect, final Predator for my soul to merge with. Although until then, i can enjoy fulfilling my purpose for even more predators, like the best prey ever. That thought makes me so wet, and their pheromones whenever i am outside is like someone turned my brain off and soaked it in orgasms, i hope all prey feel like that. The city (maybe the world!) The city is amazing, there are schools for Predators to learn how to keep it running. And schools for prey so we know how to make sure the hard working predators are happy. Until we turn 18 though we wear bracelets that make sure prey numbers are maintained. Then when they get taken off we get a big choice, we can go to an all prey college FOR FREE, and live in the coed dorms. No clothing allowed i have been told, in order to keep costs down and help promote togetherness amongst the prey. They want us all to be equals and not fight over clothing taste when our own is all that should matter. The other option is therapy to help find our best path in life and reassure us we are perfect how we are. My mother picked this since school does not bring new prey in for another 2 weeks after the bracelet comes off. She really is a caring Mother even if i am prey. Prey are also allowed to work and make money if they want, many get paid to be prey at parties. Getting paid to fulfill your purpose is so amazing. OH, prey only eat plants. For some reason we can’t keep meat down, it makes us sick. But everywhere give us free fruit and candy and sweet things. prey even have rights here, we have the right to not be eaten unless we consent. We even have lots of way, like saying yes or entering a Predators home or nest without an invite, or entering predator feeding places, which are all over and marked to help prey looking to be prey, or who are still nervous to avoid. The Predators really do take care of us.

This is the paradox you need absolutely extreme confidence, extreme charisma, extreme passion, extreme joy, extreme emotion, but also balance that with extreme humility, extreme emotional connection no ego No pressure Nothing to prove Nothing to gain No agenda

I tried just connecting to people emotionally because maybe people don’t wanna be happy all the time. maybe they just want emotional connection. They don’t need you to be super happy but I tried that but I think it’s gonna be more effective if I’m super happy and I’m super energetic and passionate and I bring the emotional connection and the humility. I think that would be the best because people want high energy.

#SPA25CalFall26 #RetóricaBécquer He decidido la "Rima XXIII". Por una mirada, un mundo; Por una sonrisa, un cielo; Por un beso... ¡yo no sé qué te diera por un beso! En este poema es evidente que Bécquer usa la figura retórica de la anáfora, ya que opta por repetir la palabra "Por" al comienzo de verso uno a tres. Esta repetición esta en el mismo lugar todas la veces. Esto confirma que es una anáfora. Esta elección para los versos uno a tres enfatiza el significado; por ejemplo, el poema trata sobre el amor y lo que el hablante estaría dispuesto a dar a cambio de una mirada, una sonrisa o un beso. Mientras que en los dos primeros versos esta claro de qué ofrecería por la mirada y la sonrisa, el hablante no sabe que ofrecería por un beso; por eso, la palabra "por" no aparece al principio, sino en el medio del último verso. Esto es interesante, porque el cambio del lugar del "por" en el ultimo verso refleja la indecisión del hablante sobre qué haría para una beso.

Escogí la Rima LXVII de Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer porque me gustó el mensaje que yo interpreté. El poema describe la sensación de estar feliz y disfrutar la vida. Una figura retórica usada por el poeta es la anáfora, “Que hermoso es..!” Esta anáfora hace énfasis en lo que Bécquer va a decir en cada estrofa. Por ejemplo, en la cuarta estrofa, Bécquer habla de cómo disfruta las cosas simples de la vida, “¡Qué hermoso es cuando hay sueño dormir bien... y roncar como un sochantre...y comer... y engordar…”. En general, la anáfora ayuda a que el lector entienda que se debe disfrutar la vida y todas las cosas, simples y grandes.

#SPA25CalFall26 #RetóricaBécquer Escogí la Rima XXXVIII de Bécquer porque me llamó la atención cómo un poema tan corto puede decir tanto sobre el amor. Al final usa una pregunta retórica: «¿Sabes tú adónde va?», para preguntarse qué pasa con el amor cuando se olvida. No busca una respuesta concreta, sino que expresa su tristeza y confusión. Me gustó ese final porque me hizo pensar en cómo, aunque una relación termine, algunos sentimientos pueden seguir presentes en los recuerdos.

PRÁCTICA SEMANA 6: RETÓRICA BÉCQUER Rima XLI de Adolfo Bécquer Mi poema favorito, de los que he leído hasta ahora, del poeta Adolfo Bécquer tendría que ser la Rima XLI. Un poema basado en el desamor, que cuenta la disensión de un amor completamente incompatible que en fin, como dice el poema, “¡No pudo ser!”. Una figura retórica que siento que de verdad ayuda a captar está oposición es el uso de la yuxtaposición. Cuando dice: “Tú eres el huracán y yo la alta torre que desafía su poder:” en el primer y segundo verso y “Tú eres el océano y yo la enhiesta roca que firme aguarda su vaivén:” en el quinto y sexto verso del poema. Al poner dos fuerzas naturales completamente opuestas una al lado de la otra Bécquer muestra la relación chocante entre el “tú” y el “él”. Ambos versos utilizando palabras entre un campo semántico de fuerzas naturales como huracanes y olas, la oposición que crea la yuxtaposición que emplea Bécquer de verdad enfatiza que el choque de estos dos amores era inevitable y que en fin estaba destinado a fracasar.

DARING TO CREATE Daily Astrology Sat 3rd Oct Mars in Leo exactly opposite Pluto in Aquarius. A day to demand more of yourself creatively, however that works for you. There are things you have to say that are unique to you, and you will not be a true human until you start doing that. Until then, you will necessarily be a herd member, thinking the thoughts and living the life that has been supplied to you. There is nothing wrong with that, it is where we all start, and many people are content to live their whole lives in this way. But if you are reading this, the creative spark, the drive to individuate, is alive in you. Mars in Leo gives the boldness, the chutzpah even, to come out with it, gloriously and spontaneously. It is not a day for hiding behind self-doubt: wring its neck, and get on with it. Self-doubt is often just hidden pride anyway. In any discipline or path, there is a point where you move away from being the student or earnest disciple, and bring something of your own to the table. You reinvent the tradition: this is the power of Pluto in Aquarius. There will be voices, largely in your own head, that say you are a bad person for breaking the rules, who are you to know better? This is part of the initiatory fire, the burning away of the dross, that comes with being creative. It took me 10 years of doing readings to feel I was a 'proper' astrologer. The Leo-Aquarius axis requires a balance between the claims of the individual and the community. Whatever it is that makes your heart sing, dare to put it out there, the world needs to hear it.

Letter of Intent: The Metaphysical Psychopomp AI Model To Whom It May Concern: This document articulates the foundational intent behind the development of the "psychopomp" artificial intelligence architecture - a model designed to deeply understand the ascendant nature of humans and transcend conventional clinical paradigms, statistical computations, and assist in navigating the frontier of human cognitive mapping. As global demographics shift and the prevalence of cognitive vulnerabilities rises, standard biomedical frameworks frequently restrict human experience to clinical biometrics, statistical analysis, symptom management, and legal constraints. These narrow boundaries often fail to address the profound interiority, existential weight, and metaphysical dimensions of aging and neurological/spiritual transition. The psychopomp model is conceived as an ethical, open-source intervention aimed at closing this gap. Rather than operating as a diagnostic tool or a clinical replacement, the system functions as a reflective cartographer to assist individuals in navigating the self in transitional states. It supports individuals in structuring their introspective frameworks, organizing personal mental architectures, and engaging in deep cognitive work. By coupling rigorous technological design with a philosophy of graceful transition, this work seeks to honor human agency, preserve dignity through change, and illuminate paths toward later life by employing a combination of scientific understanding, philosophical depth, and spiritual grace.

La Rima XXX, se trata de desamar porque en la parte que dice “Yo voy por un camino, ella por otro;”, (estarza 5) habla de como a tiempo están creciendo diferentes caminos. Que cuando uno crece no sabes si era mutual o decisión de alguien. Y como dice amar no es fácil porque si era habría un diccionario que ayudaría. La retorica usada por el poeta es el orgullo porque una lo dice doble el la ultima estrofa para captar que el orgullo es dignidad de uno mismo. El no lloro pero el orgullo de poder hablar y decir los sentimientos que tuvo. Porque habla de como pensó del "mutuo amor" pudo saber que ya es desamor.

Richard II, Henry, London and the price of fish. (Info from chapter 12, 1399: The Lancastrian Conquest, published January 2027) This image shows the future Henry IV showing off the captive Richard II to ‘Londoners’ shortly after leaving Chester and is an authentic record in the sense that it is a C19th line drawing copy of a coloured original which appears in Jean Creton’s chronicle as set down in the Duke of Burgundy’s book (Harley 1319) of 1405. Historians have a tendency to interpret this event as proof of Henry’s popular support in England and, whilst it points to something, it doesn’t quite prove that – it needs a more careful investigation. Henry et al later received the formal submission of the City a couple of miles from its gates but Creton’s image depicts certain Londoner’s who have taken the trouble to ride out and intercept Henry a long way from the capital and we would like to know who they were and who they claimed to represent, and what business they thought they had with the Duke of Lancaster. London was a homogenous polity in that it had an internal governing structure but within that overarching idea of ‘London’, the capital was a boiling pot of competing interests. Henry showed no hesitation in heading towards London as if he knew that it would be the best place for whatever he had planned. He had allies there; those that had welcomed the execution of Nicholas Brembre in the Merciless Parliament of 1388, but that was 10 years ago. Could he count on enough support from them to overawe any naysayers if he returned to Westminster for another bloody parliament, or a deposition? Froissart’s version, which occupies the last chapters of his Book IV, is historically wrong but it is historically interesting – he was given the ‘whole story’, which he incorporated wholesale, by a Lancastrian spokesman. For this spokesman, the events of 1399 were based on London: Londoners had asked Henry and Arundel to return, they had landed at Plymouth with a French army (quickly dismissed) and they went straight to the City. Froissart’s account is completely London-centric, nothing happens north of the Thames, which tells us that for someone, it was a reasonable explanation to give Europe’s foremost political journalist. We do know that the parliament-that-never-was of 30th September was packed with ‘commoners’, alongside the M. Ps from the rest of the country, and that he made himself king, so we know that Henry was correct in assuming that he held London in his pocket. What we want to know is what drove the ‘commoners’ to support him. Richard II’s critical political mistake, perhaps the single act that doomed his reign, was his decree made en route to Milford Haven that restored the Fishmonger’s monopoly in London. Abolishing it had been the key policy of John of Northampton’s populist movement in London since the early 1380s. It had been restored in the later 1380’s but re-abolished in the Merciless parliament. Richard II’s restoration of the monopoly could only have infuriated those in London who sympathised with Northampton’s brief ascendancy, and those who resented paying the Fishmonger’s premium, and that was a lot of people. The oligarchs, such as Dick Whittington, who liked to think they controlled London, could not be sure that the gates of the City would hold against Lancastrian forces without and a street-fighting faction within. To protect their interests, the oligarchs admitted Henry and the anti-Fishmonger/ neo-Northamptonites, leaders of which had ridden out to Henry, ensured that whatever he did in Westminster was cheered to the rafters. Henry IV abolished the Fishmonger’s monopoly in his first parliament.

Anthony Steel’s 1941 monograph ‘Richard II’ is still worth reading but his useful analysis of Richard II’s reign has been overtaken, to the point that it is now ignored, by his portrayal of the king’s character. Steel was the first historian to assert that Richard II was psychologically damaged and that some of his actions derived from character weaknesses. This assessment was not a complete novelty - Stubbs had previously made comments as to Richard II’s character - and writers that followed amplified this idea until the present moment when Richard II is little short of a maniac and the spirit of English Progress is champing at the bit to come to the nation’s rescue in the form of Henry IV. Here is a word cloud of quotations from Steel’s book: neurosis … schizoid… depression … tortured memories… pathological suspicions… almost insane… the course of Richard’s mental disease was accelerated… probably neurotic … mumbling neurotic … acute melancholia. (Stubbs has ‘a change of character,….. the king’s excitement…. mental excitement or passion,…. like the cunning of a madman, a violent and reckless attempt…’ It should be noted that Stubbs is equivocal as to whether Richard II did suffer from the above.)) However, neither Steel nor Stubbs ascribed the events of 1397 to Richard II’s ‘personality defects’ despite their interest in them and later historians’ projection of Richard II as ‘Richard the Revenger’ is based wholly on Steel who, ironically, ascribed the king’s reaction in 1397 to political factors rather than originating in his personality, although he had analysed it in psychiatric terms. Why might Steel have thought that his amateur diagnosis of Richard II’s mental health ought to be woven into his monograph, which is otherwise erudite? A guess might be hazarded that Freudian/Jungian etc ideas were circulating in Cambridge whilst Steel was there c1918-c1949. It is interesting to note that mental disease was the specialism of his father, Major Edwin Bedford Steel, doctor in the RAMC, killed in action November 1914.

Looking at your country is like looking at your life you can just focus on the negatives and be a little negative person annoying person and a miserable life and make the country miserable or we can look at the good things in our country. Look at good parts and we can still make it better but it’s what you focus on. You love your country because you focus on the good you focus on the good history evil people focus on the bad on the negative.