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The warm summer heat was beating down on the lake that a pack of gator and crocodilian like Pokemon were currently inhabiting. The Krokoroks and Sandiles burying themselves in the warm sand while the Croconaw and Totodiles swam about in the water relaxing and playing together. Amongst them were a pair of particularly big Feraligatr contently floating in the lake with only the tops of their heads sticking out. One had a scar visible on it's jaws and a few other places along his body named Kapri, while the other was a more teal color with colorful spikes and glasses named Jacob. Simply lazing together with eyes closed, enjoying the day peacefully. As the two relaxed together though they could hear the approaching flap of wings, causing them to open their eyes and glance up as a fletchinder flies around above. The pair both opening their jaws as it does, presenting those sharp rows of crocodilian teeth, drawing the bird in and coaxing it to slowly descend and land inside... Willingly coming to rest in Jacobs maw, little talons squishing on that fat drooly tongue, hardly even being compressed under the small birds weight. Easily fitting entirely into his jaws and seemingly looking around, making sure it's safe and assessing the area before diligently starting to get to work. Slotting its little pointy beak in between those sharp crocodilian teeth like a toothpick, slowly clearly out any leftover bits of food that got stuck as well as any other sort of debris. Gobbling up whatever is edible in a few jerky gulps while tossing the other bits outside the jaws. Methodically working its way between each and every tooth, softly scraping at them with its beak to make sure they're clean and clear off any plaque. Working its way along the bottom jaws, hopping about on the Crocs tongue and safety maneuvering as it needs. Ignoring the occasional splatter of drool that inevitably drips down over it or the rippling movements under its feet. Jacob meanwhile just closing his eyes and patiently letting the bird work with some low content bellows telling the bird it's doing a good job. Kapri left watching for now, growling a little impatiently, albeit from how heavily his jaws were drooling as he watched the little bird hop around in his friends jaws, that was with less than noble intentions... As the bird gradually finishes up on the bottom rows of teeth, Jacob slowly closes his jaws around it a little more and lifts his tongue... Being gentle and slow as to not scare the bird while manuvering his upper jaws to be more properly in reach for it. The bird giving a cute little thankful chirp to the croc before resuming it's work once more. Carefully picking and scraping away at those upper rows of teeth with its beak, spending time focusing on each individual one and giving it the attention and care it deserves before moving onto the next. Enjoying the occasional treats it found stuck between, wagging its tail feathers while swallowing them down. Slowly but surely cleaning every last one of those sharp fangs in the Crocs jaws... Letting Jacob lower his tongue before hopping off it, giving the bird an affectionate rumble and a small (at least for the croc) lick over its face. Making the bird give a few more happy little chirps back before flapping it's wings and landing over inside the other Crocs jaws now. Kapri immediately letting out a low excited growl... Letting the bird settle inside as his tongue ripples underneath it. He behaved at first at least... Staying still and letting the bird get to work, starting to gently pick and scrap at his teeth like it had done to the other croc, so diligently working away that it seemed to hardly even process the growing danger it was in. The croc unable to help but salivate heavily... Drool dripping all around the bird, pooling in the bottom of his jaw and making his tongue more slimy and slippery. Each little movement of his tongue pressing against the birds talons and occasionally curling up enough to lick over some of the meatier bits of it... Quietly collecting bits of the Fletchinders taste. Becoming progressively harder and harder to ignore the tasty nuggets flavor as it cleaned his teeth... Stomach staring to growl loudly below the water and eyes narrowing into predatory slits... Until finally he couldn't help himself anymore. Not even letting the poor bird finish its job before his jaws suddenly snap shut. The birds panicked screech getting cut off as those greedy crocodilian jaws fully envelope it, well mostly at least. In its panic it managed to spread its wings, leaving them sticking of the sides of the Feraligatrs mouth as it hungrily tastes its treat... fat slimy tongue licking over the birds belly and underside as it squirms and desperately tries to escape. Lathering up it's feathers in drool and tasting all over it as the poor thing gets squished around his mouth. Muffled squawks and cries for help echoing out of the hungry gators jaws as those wings poking out frantically flap like they could do anything to save it from being food. Those pleas of course fell on deaf ears... Jacob giving his friend a frown and a loud Grumpy growl but otherwise making no effort to stop this behavior or save the poor bird. He knew by now afterall it was best to not get in the way of Kapri when he was hungry... Lest he wanted to be considered a replacement meal... Instead just letting out a resigned huff and watching his friend enjoy his meal. Kapri growls in delight as that delicious poultry taste spreads across his pallete, carrying a hint of spiciness from the birds fire typing. Only making him salivate more as he tilts his head back, giving it a few jerky movements to cram the bird deeper and homf its wings up. Leaving it sealed entirely in his jaws, frantically flapping it's drool soaked feathers in a fruitless panic. Sliding along the back of the gators tongue, right against his greedy gullet as it yawns open wide. Taking a firm greedy swallow to let his throat muscles latch onto his meal and start to drag it inside... Hardly slowing down a moment as his stomach growls in impatience, the birds cries only growing more muffled as it's rapidly reduced to nothing more than a wriggly bulge in the gators throat. Letting out one final pathetic cry before it's beak shlurks down fully with the rest of it... Jacob unable to help but blush a little as he enjoys the sight of his friend so greedily devouring his meal... Eyeing that wiggly bulge slowly slipping down his neck. Making Kapri grin a little as he notices the other Crocs fluster, lifting his head high and presenting that pathetically squirming lump in his gullet, still desperately fighting for its life and trying to escape. Coaxing a little blushy huff from his friend, albeit still they found themselves shyly swimming closer and nuzzling affectionately at the bulge as it slips down Kapris throat until it finally vanishes past his chest. Feeling the other gators belly bulging out just a little further as his poultry meal drops into his stomach... The two gators ending up affectionately cuddled up to each other in the water, Kapri letting out low content bellows as Jacob slowly rubs his claws over his friends gut. Kneading and squishing the poor bird around inside a little as the gators stomach treats it like any other chunk of meat... Squeezing over it, smearing stomach grime and digestive enzymes into it's pretty feathers, slowly taking what was once a poor little bird and turning it into just more fat on the already pudgy gators gut~ Its little whimpers and cries as it tries to survive inside such a greedy gut not even audible over the stomachs groans and gurgles. One by one feeling it's feathers gradually falling out, stripping the bird of its natural defenses and leaving its vulnerable sensitive flesh exposed to the ruthless environment. Soon enough too helpless and weak to fight back or squirm anymore... Forcibly compressed by those fleshy walls, held in place as it feels its body gradually giving out, each breath more labored than the last and everything starting to itch from the acids. Until finally the poor little thing can't take anymore, it's consciousness fading, leaving the gators greedy stomach to finish claiming it like any other piece of food..~ The hours pass like this, the two gators just cuddled up enjoying their day as Kapris stomach works over its meal... Lazily yawning as those once active groans from his stomach gradually fizzle out to content gurgles and glorps, the sounds of a satisfied gator, at least for now. By the time the sun was starting to set and the pair were swimming back to shore however, there was a loud groan from the gators stomach.. Jacob tilting his head and looking at his friend as he stops momentarily, pressure and air building up inside him and bulging up his throat. Leading to the Feraligatr opening his jaws wide as his esophagus yawns open, belting our a nice loud wet BWARruURur-RhrORourLP~~!! A plume red, black, and grey feathers puffing out of his jaws, briefly fluttering in the air before delivering landing back down upon the waters surface. Leaving them floating there as the two continue their way back to the shore. It was hardly the first time this has happened and it most certainly wasn't going to be the last... But maybe if the dentist birds didn't wanna be gator food they shouldn't be so tasty~

Something incredible has been unleashed. They made a mistake letting me discover how to have fun. I have a beautiful perspective on life Deep grateful felt deep in your soul under any situation Not intellectual but emotional but I was missing one key social skill of not being serious just being silly and playful , having fun I might be about to go on a legendary run Keep watching

SPEAKING THE TRUTH Daily Astrology Mon 12th Oct Moon conjunct Mercury in Scorpio. A day when you will feel compelled to speak truthfully. Not the well-articulated truths of the Air signs, but the direct emotional truths of the Water signs. In particular, with Scorpio, you speak for the elephant in the room, the things nobody wants to talk about. You may, of course, need to leave it at that, for families and social circles have their unspoken guardrails as to what is permissible. But it may come out anyway. If in doubt, say it. Scorpio brings with it the power of love, so you will be better received than you thought. Like the Ancient Mariner, there may be a glitter in your eye that compels people to listen. That is the power of truth. However, beware of your darker motives. You may be speaking truthfully, and you may find it hard not to do so, but with Scorpio there can be hatred and a desire to belittle, to have power over another. Don't pretend you don't have those feelings too, Scorpio doesn't like pretence. Also don't be intimidated by lack of evidence. You may see something very clearly that you cannot prove. Scorpio is the sign that makes us whole by bringing in that which civilised man proscribes for the sake of an ordered society. Those rules are necessary, but for some of us they become suffocating: we have to expand beyond them. Speaking or writing something, as Mercury loves to do, is a way to make these things real. There are hidden valleys and glorious landscapes in your soul to be found in this way. Scorpio is a sign of death and destruction, but for the soul it is in order that the way may be cleared for the next unfoldment. That is what you are doing when you speak with the truth of your being.

Alot 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. Also, you can learn about other ways of removing witchcraft online, just look into it.

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. Have the prisoner do there own research online if they are physicly able. If they are not physicly able to do their own research online, have someone do it for them, and do not share this information with others, other than the person your helping. This is information about him or her, its not about other people. 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 plants for shade like trees. 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 a 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. Keep what they find during this healing privet, between the healer and prisoner. -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.

A Statement against VR Pokefurs (Pokéfur No More) ===== CW: Vent, Rant, sexually explicit drama, and suicidal thoughts I've been very depressed, dealing with my mother's godfather in the hospital. They had put a tube in his mouth and I don't know if he's going to make it. So I had a mixed evening and I was going to wind down until I got a notification on my phone. Suddenly, I was informed that I've been permanently banned from VR Pokefurs. This this was all of a sudden and I was shocked so I asked another person in the group. Their answer was very vague but the reason was it was some past real life situation. I assume there's something else entirely but it turns out the different situation. The only other one I think of is when I planned a Furmeet at Disney Springs that happened on January 2026... So the day I went to Disney Springs, I've given a very limited amount of money (because I am unemployed as of late 2024) An individual Pokefur (that I won't name for privacy) car pulled me to Disney Springs and we met up with a few furries. We walked around for a bit, went to the Lego store, and then my phone was out of battery. I was already very tired from walking so I went to the nearest plug in an indoor spot at Disney Springs and charged my phone. It took a 2-3 hours the recharge my phone and I waited on an indoor seating area. Eventually, we all went to reinforce Cafe. This is where everything was taken out of context. I haven't eaten much that day and I asked the waitress when my food was going to be ready. This is where that Pokéfur started taking every behavior out of context. They claimed I was angry. I was not angry but I was pretty hungry. All I did was ask and drink some water. Eventually the food came and I ate. However, when the bill came, I was a dollar short. I reacted a bit shocked but another person ame up and just paid for the rest of the change. I thanked them and apologized to the waitress. After the meet, I decided to stay in that furry's hotel room for one night. Soon enough, the two furries that visited the hotel started having sex in the room between. Of course it would turn me on and it did. I asked the individual furry if I could have sex, and they said no. I ended up just sitting on the couch while this was happening on their bed. Eventually they left and I went to sleep, blue-balled. I did not have any sexual interaction other than getting aroused over the two visitors having sex. Heck, that individual furry was masturbating while the two were having sex on their bed. The next day, I was dropped off at home. That individual furry ghosted me and Captain under friends list, making me confused on why In mid July, I asked an ex-friend and they claimed that the individual Pokefur started to slandering me to others in a small group on Telegram. I got upset and blocked them. A few hours later, another friend came up and said it was false. I unblocked, but I said I would have a two month break. Which leads back to last night. It turns out that individual Pokefur took our interaction out of context and slandered my name to the moderators. I broke down in tears, crying that there is nothing I do to staying in a community I was in since it's original founding. Since I'm in barely in any other communities, I was considering getting a knife and stabbing myself. However, I talked to a friend on Discord and they said to calm down. I took my prescribed medication and tried to sleep. I didn't get much sleep but I eventually for 3 hours. Due to the suicide thoughts and intense trauma I had last night, I no longer want to be able to affiliated with the term Pokéfur. I am tired of people slandering me and not understanding of me. I'm don't like stating my disabilities in public, but I will keep them in this journal. Officially, I have ASD (autism spectrum disorder), PTSD, and depression. Anyways, that was my mental roller coaster I had last night. In providing a statement, I hope other people will become aware of the horrible half-baked moderation this huge VR sub-furry group has and proceeds to ban anyone without any question and not hear out the other individual.

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. Have the prisoner do there own research online if they are physicly able. If they are not physicly able to do their own research online, have someone do it for them, and do not share this information you find with others, other than the person your helping. 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.

THE DARK FEMININE Daily Astrology Sun 11th Oct The Moon enters Scorpio, joining Mercury and Venus, and squaring Mars and Pluto, the 2 rulers of Scorpio. This is a very feminine and very Scorpionic day. Venus is retrograde, so we are peering into the feminine depths. As a man, perhaps I'm not qualified to do so! The Water signs lead the way home in different ways. Scorpio reminds us of the mysterious depths that are the real source of our living. It is not the will and clear goals. There is a place for them, but they are in the service of the deeper Scorpionic currents that swirl close to the cycles of birth, life and death. Scorpio reminds us that we are animals, and never far from death. Women, for reasons of biology, live more closely to these cycles. Death could come at any moment, and it is not a big deal. That is the first reflection for the day. The other is the kind of knowing that these feminine depths offer. They offer the only real type of knowing, for it is direct and visceral. And, with the Moon and Venus together in Scorpio, it easily sees beyond the veil, outside of time and space, to what has been and what is to come, the deeper reasons behind situations. So today, live close to death and her companion, the ever-renewing nature of life. And live close to the inner knowing, the unseen. Take your instincts seriously. We are taught that theory backed by evidence is the only valid way of knowing. But this is not how animals or early people worked. There is a remembering in this, and you may surprise yourself.

Your life had felt so directionless lately, like no matter what you did or who you were with you didn't truly belong there. A void in your soul that only seemed to grow bigger with each passing day, so when a shady hooded reptilian merchant approached you and offered you a supposedly magical compass that was supposed to point you towards what you desire most, as sceptical as you were you simply had to get it. Not that you really knew what you desired most.. but maybe with this you would be able to figure that out. Preparing yourself for a potentially long journey and fastening the compass onto a chain around your neck before setting off into the unknown.. Trekking through forests and over mountains, the days passing by as you fixate on the compasses needle. Latching onto it like your guiding star, holding onto that hope that once you reach the end of this unknown path that you follow everything in your life will finally click into place. That whatever you find will let you feel complete and lead this happy fulfilled life that you can only dream what may even be like.. Adjusting your course whenever the needle moved even a little bit, slowly making your way through whatever happened to be in your way in an almost lost haze. Hardly processing the world around you anymore as it changes, mind and focus locked too heavily onto your guide to care about anything else. Finally arriving at a cave far away from any civilization. The environment adorned with bright glowing blue crystals and tingling with electrical currents, some even seemingly floating with small sparks connecting them to each other. The phenomenon probably having some sort of logical explanation behind it but to you it might as well have been magic... but that hardly mattered anyway. After all your compass was still pointing deeper... You think at least, the needle was starting to spin and act a little strange, but certainly that was a sign that you were close! That what you were searching so desperately for was finally within reach... So steeling yourself a little and ignoring the buzzing tingle all over your body you pushed forward. However what you came face to face with you couldn't have properly prepared yourself for... Staring up at the massive scaly head of a contently snoozing dragon that you wernt even sure how fit in this cave. You hadn't seen a creature this big before in person... Or smelled them for that matter.. it's warm gross breath puffing out over you in its sleep and burning at your lungs, rich with the foul fumes of a clearly predatory creatures inhospitable stomach. Mercifully it seemed quite sound asleep else you imagine you would have been immediately snapped up and devoured.. or worse... Nervously glancing back down at your compass as you moved about, trying to quietly slip past the sleeping beast. Slowly working your way past it's sides, watching it's fat gut rising and falling with every heavy breath it takes. Gradually making your way all the way around the hulking figure, carefully slipping over its curled up tail and arriving at was apparently the end of the cave... Only to find the needle of your compass now pointing back. Your heart dropping as you freeze in place with hitched breath, slowly maneuvering yourself back around the resting dragon with a progressively growing pit in your stomach. Watching as the compasses needle points towards it as you move around the beast, or more specifically to its stomach... Surely it couldn't have... But you had come this far... At this point it was too late to give up no matter how much every instinct in your body and mind was screaming to run away as you approached the sleeping dragons mouth, half open and idly puffing out its gross breath, a teaser for how much worse it assuredly was inside. Clutching your guiding compass tight while hesitantly extending your other hand towards the beasts awaiting maw. Carefully placing your hand upon its giant slimy tongue, feeling how your digits squish into the spongy muscle as you press down. Excess saliva pooling around you as you slowly but surely crawl fully inside that foul drooly cavern. Your every breath huffing the dragons own now, burning at your lungs and making your head spin while you stare down it's waiting esophagus. Watching how it idly flexes open and closed with the beasts rhythmic breathing, uvula dangling above and buzzing with soft rumbly snores. Getting lost frozen there at the mesmerizing sight of that powerful muscular tunnel and those sharp rows of draconic teeth lining your world like cage. The once awful scent and terrifying sight seeming to slowly change perception the longer you stared, becoming almost welcoming. Each autonomous movement of the Dragons throat beaconing you in... Calling for you. And it's warm breath enveloping your entirety in a comforting haze that spread throughout your body. Soon enough finding yourself leaning closer and closer unconsciously, sliding along the back of that big ol' tongue until you finally slipped past the precipice. Feeling yourself falling for a moment that felt like an eternity, before being caught by the soft embrace of the Dragons gullet. Slimy folds letting you sink nice and deep into them, cradling your body while coating every inch of you in thick sticky drool. The next rippling clench of the Dragons peristalsis making those powerful muscles squeeze over your body in a possessively tight hug. Each natural movement of its body dragging you gradually deeper into the beasts depths, not even needing to swallow to claim you. Time quickly losing all meaning as you make your way down the Dragons throat. The feeling of such a powerful creature completely surrounding you, so easily overpowering and devouring you even in its sleep... hot slimy flesh working over every inch of your body and your every breath heavy with the stench of its progressively nearing stomach... It was such an addictive feeling. So small and helpless under the control of a creature that could do anything and everything it wanted to you without you being able to do anything about it no matter how hard you tried. And right now its body wanted you... You could feel the greed and hunger the dragon possessed with each clenching squeeze that drags you deeper into your new home.. And who were you to try and deny such a mighty creature what it wants... What it deserves..~ It's not like you had much going for you anyway... That's the whole reason you set off on this journey after all wasn't it? You were lost, directionless with nothing to give your life the meaning and purpose you so desperately craved. And finally for the first time in what was as long as you could remember, you felt like you belonged somewhere. Like no matter what happened it would be okay, because you are right where you were always meant to be. Unable to help but close your eyes and relax... Letting the Dragons greed claim your entirety body and soul, guiding you to where it decided you belonged. Wetly shlopping down into the larger chamber of its stomach, fleshy walls of your forever home illuminated by a particularly large glowing blue crystal. Crackling with the same electric current as the ones throughout the rest of the cave, almost making the air sparkle and tingle, albeit that last part could also just be the Dragons stomach acids starting to be worked over you. The needle of your compass spinning in circles as you settle into the slimy folds of those fleshy walls, not that it mattered anymore anyway, you knew you were right where you were meant to be. Letting your consciousness start to slowly drift away as you relaxed in the embrace of the Dragons stomach... Body feeling heavier with every breathe you take and every squeeze of those slimy walls... A wave of such blissful peace and contentment washing over your mind as everything finally faded away. Your last lingering thoughts hanging onto that feeling of finally being where you belong... And as you faded the Dragon grinned, slowly rubbing over its belly with a big scaly paw. Listening to its stomach idly work as the hours pass... Until it lets out a small satisfied belch that results in a small broken grime soaked compass clattering to the floor of its cave. Carefully picking it up between two claws and lifting one of the nearby crystals from the ground with its others hand. Dropping the broken instrument into the large pile of similar ones in a hole underneath before casually covering it back up and lazily yawning. Getting comfortable again and licking its chops with a rumbly growl... Giving it's gut a few content pats before letting itself slowly drift back to sleep waiting for it's next meal to deliver itself..~

Roman Sheremata 10 hours ago · Dear Ukrainian people, I am truly sorry. I am sorry the US has betrayed you at the most critical time of the war. I am ashamed of our President, who has sided with the war criminal Putin. I am ashamed of every American who voted for this morally bankrupt man and brought him to power. It sickens me to know that we have become sponsors of russian terrorism. I understand that thousands of Ukrainians will die because we didn't do enough to stop this from happening. One day we will look back at this time as the darkest moment in our history. Please know that there are still good people in America who will continue to stand against this godless and morally depraved administration. And we will take back our country. There are millions of us.

FED UP WITH TRUMP: “ About 2,500 people protested Trump in Syracuse ahead of his campaign rally for New York GOP gubernatorial nominee Bruce Blakeman. Demonstrators packed Clinton Square, less than a mile from the rally, holding signs reading “Impeach” and “This Orange isn’t welcome in Syracuse.” Syracuse Mayor Sharon Owens joined the crowd and called for ICE to be dismantled, while state Sen. Rachel May noted that several local Republicans skipped Trump’s event, calling it “cowardice.” Around 1,500 protesters then marched toward the rally venue as Trump’s motorcade arrived, before police, some in riot gear, stopped them at barricades two blocks away. Attendees included veterans, retirees, and teachers who spoke about cuts to Social Security, Medicare, SNAP, and education, with one Army veteran saying Trump is “putting the Constitution in the shredder.” One organizer said the turnout gave people hope, adding that the administration “has made people feel small, alone. But today doesn’t seem lonely.”. From Aaron Parnas newsletter

R FKJR: Lying snake, on top of being nuts. “ The FDA is quietly moving to let some of the world’s most toxic chemicals be added directly to food without a safety review. A loophole called the “threshold of regulation” exemption currently allows non-cancer-causing chemicals in food packaging at very low levels, and the new proposal would expand it to ingredients added straight into food, like flavorings and preservatives. Experts warn that many hormone-disrupting chemicals, including some PFAS “forever chemicals,” can cause harm at levels far below the threshold. The existing loophole has already backfired: after the rocket fuel chemical perchlorate was approved for grain bags, levels in kids’ cereal rose, raising concerns about brain development and lower IQs in children. The expansion was buried inside a rule RFK Jr. publicly celebrated as “closing” a different food safety loophole, leading advocates to accuse him of deception. Consumers would have no way of knowing whether a product contains these exempted chemicals.” From Aaron Parnas newsletter

I’m an absolute psycho. I have fully rewired my brain to only seek out challenge suffering pain, and growth. I don’t care about results. I don’t care about rewards. I want growth I want to suffer. I want to learn I want challenge. That’s what I love. That’s what I seek. I thrive under chaos. I thrive under stress I thrive under pressure. I seek pressure I seek challenge. I want to show courage that’s what I live for. If you have done this, then you will win.

to be clear: The reason I get so anal about my birthday every year: I have to fight yearly for a cake always blamed and put down for wanting one because its "Expensive" While everyone yes my mother and brothers included never have to beg for one, never have to pay for their own birthday Every single year I make plans with people and every single year all but 1 - 2 people entirely ditch. This has been happening for 14 years in a row. Before that I had no friends. My mother and eldest brother often mess up their sleep schedules before my birthday on purpose to change their sleep times to miss it. Then I'm left alone unless my other brother's insomnia hasn't messed up his by accident. If his is messed up from insomnia im in an entirely silent house. 20 (the majority) of my birthdays have had 0 decorations 0 presents, and I had to make my own food including when young. While fighting for even a storebought doughnut or anything. While everyone around me including my brothers got everything for theirs. Every year I see similar patterns play out among friend groups where the majority get everything from family and friends, then turn around and never care enough to show up and be there even when I show up for them. At this point I feel too old to keep being patient because this is the last birthday I may ever celebrate because im finding less and less reasons to even want a birthday anymore every year because of getting older and things just getting harder and worse in life. I'm drained, exhausted, tired. I have moderated for so many friends streams without so much as a thanks. I've helped friends through numerous breakups without so much as a thanks. I have helped friends with their college art projects, their social media, their actual job work they get paid for, without even so much as acknowledgement that I did anything nice. And while I dont do it for thanks or acknowledgement overtime with favors piled so high on my shoulders It hurts from the pressure, so much responsibility I have never been able to shake I've lived with since I could walk, talk and breathe and more and more being piled on me. It starts to hurt when people won't even look at me. Its why I ask for just one day a year where I can stop being responsible, stop being strong, to just be told "hey im glad you're alive and I love you thanks for everything you did this year I'm glad you were born" Is it so ridiculous or wrong to want to hear "happy birthday" which to me means all those things? Is that such a ridiculous request for all I go through every year? To be seen? Last year it was my friends Moxi, Gothy, Yuri, Berry, Kitty, Sol, Sona, Nixx that showed up for me was there for me. (Excluding anyone from bluesky I'm talking multi-platform close talk every day types of friends) Everyone else that met that criteria ditched, they weren't there or ghosted or went out with friends and partners on last minute plans breaking plans with me. And I'm not taking for granted those friends or erasing the fact they showed up or cared, and I acknowledge and recognize thats still quite a few people. I am thankful, grateful for it. But it doesn't erase the hurt and devestation everyone else causes, it doesn't erase that. I can hold two truths, two emotions at once and every year I painfully do. Every birthday is bitter and sweet, not just happy. I was a streamer a vtuber for awhile I did a birthday stream. and all my mutual friends went to my friends stream to support her showering her in gifts telling her shes such a great friend for spending time streaming with me on my birthday. You know how that made me feel? Like I was some great charity case and she was a saint for spending time with me. And she took it all went on about how she was with me because no one else was and she wanted to help me graciously accepting everything sent to her as she spent half the stream talking to her chat or our other friend who was with us rather than speaking to me. While I sat posting my stream to all my friends over and over hoping my friends would pop in hoping they would come see me for just a moment like a virtual hug. The stream lasted for 3 days. Every stream in those 3 days were 6 hours long. No one came, they never came they went to her. This is not just with streams this is the constant pattern I have been in my whole life. It's never me I'm never a priority I'm never chosen by everyone I love and care about even on the day society says people are supposed to care, even on the day everyone else gets celebrated around me. Theres only a handful of people who choose me only a handful who make me their priority and that hurts. Because outside my birthday these other people arent usually bad people and I love them like family they even call me their family. But they aren't here and I keep giving them chances and they never come. I have had people tell me to just make new friends ditch them I've done that so many times every year but its always this way. I could make 1000 friends and only 1 person out of every 1000 would ever show up. It is tiring, and while some people may say they are happy with just one friend and that is enough. I'm not, I simply am not. If that makes me a greedy person so be it. I'm grateful for that one person but it doesn't mean I only want one person in my life. For me I see it (not in literal terms) by you need the home, the family, the friends. 1 person is the home (your lover) 6 people are the family (Dad, Mother, Sister, Brother, grandma, grandpa) and then 3 people are the friends. I see it as a happy life is atleast 10 people in it who would show up to your funeral if you died or your birthday while you live. I want as many friends to lean on as i have fingers. Maybe its an odd way to live but its my way and trying to force myself to be happy would be being untrue to myself. But even if I had all 10, would I be truly human if it didn't still hurt when people didn't care for me the way they care for others? Would I truly be able to say it doesn't bother me when people don't seem to care about me? I don't think so. I could lie to the world, I cannot lie to myself and I will not live a lie and call it self love. It's self denial for me.

And that’s all you need to know. I trust the process, embracing the game (this is the stock market and after all it's a game). Stocks will go up and down, and mostly while it is down like today, I’m accumulating as much as I can. At the end of the day, it’s all about putting sats in orbit, that’s all that matters! So, from now on, it's becoming imperative to start doing what you say. Launch cadence is the most important thing. And there’s no time for caution anymore. The D2D war is officially on, so there’s no reason to stay quiet. It is time for MNOs to step up, explicitly announce partnerships and investments into $ASTS, and start building real brand recognition. The world needs to know who @AST_SpaceMobile is and understand what they do. Most of the people I talk with have never heard about the company, not even once. I also expect a clear, definitive launch schedule, plus diversified launch agreements beyond Blue Origin (whose timeline reliability I do not trust) and our competitor SpaceX. I really hope comms will improve after today, and this post from Abel is a clear good start! I am long $ASTS and believe in company tech and vision.

I am a terminator. I can’t be stopped. I can’t be deterred even for a millisecond. I push forward with full power towards my goals. My body language shows this I walk like a terminator my body language shows what’s going on inside my mind I go for what I want with zero fear zero hesitation

I am the biggest wrist taker in history, cause I want the biggest reward I find the treasure I slay the dragons. I slay the demons. I bring the treasure back to the tribe. I bring the food back. I put my life at risk. and I want the responsibility. If it goes wrong I will take the blame

THE NEW MOON IN LIBRA Daily Astrology Sat 10th Oct New Moon in Libra. It is a time for new beginnings in relationships. Ruled by Venus, who is retrograde in Scorpio, exactly square Mars. This is dynamic and catalytic, a rich brew. The scales of Libra are today more like the anode and cathode of an electrical circuit, there is a fizz and a charge. But Libra and Venus aren't truly focussed on romance in the Hollywood sense. That is a modern obsession, and infatuation is perhaps a better term for it. Falling in love, if it consumes you, as it might if you are having a mid-life crisis, is an initiation into your own soul. For Dante, who only saw Beatrice twice, Love took him on a journey through the circles of hell and heaven. So be prepared to be initiated through the Other. If it is a connection that builds, then think in terms of synergy. Think of what you can do for them, rather than what they can do for you. If you want them to make you 'happy', you are on a fool's errand, for happiness is something you need to find for yourself. Remember that Venus is retrograde in Scorpio. Keep it real as you go, or you will receive a sharp reminder. The Other might not be a person. You might be inspired by an image, an idea, the natural world. In whatever way, Venus will want to take you into the depths, the shadow, the parts of the soul you don't usually get to look at, but whose time has come. Persephone was abducted by Hades and forcibly married to him. This was not fluffy, it was an initiation. Persephone transitioned from maiden to wife, from girl to woman. This New Moon can be a gift. But keep your eyes focussed inwards as well as outwards. Be true to your fantasies and that which lies outside the 'rules'. This is a journey of growth and liberation, not of entrapment, unless you choose it.

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.

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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