The Mind Hackers often call themselves "Watchers".

Yeah. It is the Holidays though and even picking up something temporary, may help ease the financial burden.

Dunno. I don't really have advice for job seekers. I remember it was absolute hell when I had to do it. Writing a resume was a special kind of torture...

Yeah...interviewing is awful...I'd rather work any type of job then go through the hell of the self-prostitution process that is job seeking....
Which is what I get to look forward to after school I guess...woo.

I graduated less than a year after 9/11. The job market was dismal. I ended up getting a job at what is now called Macy's in the mall for a couple years. Then became a preschool teacher for a few years.

I think I was paid around $8/hr. Depressing. lol.

Did you ever end up reading through this the other day? I found it relatable.

After high school
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that comic is so true....


I have got to become an entrepreneur....that's the only way I'll ever get by in a society like this one....

I thought so too. Very well done.

I did try to go back to grad school but ended up getting pneumonia, was prescribed prednisone(AKA the Devil) instead of antibiotics, and I didn't sleep for 2 weeks and didn't get any better. Was awful.

Looking back though, I am glad I didn't end up going to grad school. So expensive and I am much happier working for myself.

I just noticed the comic cuts off way before the end. It would be super sad, if it ended there.



Left me find the rest of it.

Yes, I think I'm going to have to go that route as well.
Apparently the majority of us GLPers are self-employed entrepreneurs - or unemployed homeless people lol. I guess that's the price one pays for exceptional insight. I hope to be of the former category myself, if it comes down to the wire.....

Here's the rest of it. :P

Graduate School
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Its so difficult once your mind has been hacked to unhack it.. there are many in this world who have found ways to hack our brain.. with Alien tech to these new super germs/parasites/viruses. Even certain foods.

I am curious about these watchers.. what are they watching for? Really seems like its Frequency/Vibration. Maybe even subtle energy.

hmm

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They really ARE pushing for WWIII though. I'm watching CNN, it's mainstream.

That's a good question

Okay, I'm glad that it didn't end there haha....very clever comic...
Still depresses me though

That's what makes it relatable and funny. It's also triumphant. Clever indeed.

I knew you would like it.

Seems he has a bunch of these. And going to browsing through his site for a bit. I'll link any gems I find.

Here is what he is working on now. He has only completed chapter 1.

It's called, Chosen.

Chapter 1 Anima's End
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This is so bizarre to me. The story, of the crystals, the intergalactic war....it's the same story I was writing as a kid. All the themes are the same...this must be a story that is written on collective consciousness somehow.

Ah, shattered shards may as well be prednisone. A deceptively content (antiinflammatory) detriment.

The biological devils of health's wayside. Soggy, sunken self.

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"after several months
and several days
two sacrifices will be made
to open a portal that is
nor near nor far and
one chosen one
must come forth
the chaos emerald decides
the worth"

I was 8 or 9
collective unconscious, hmm

In my dream last night I must have been some sort of refugee, yet I was certainly in America. I wanted protection from my friend , he is a person who in my waking life says he loves me. But in this dream, he wouldn't give me any protection when I needed it . He abandoned me, and I knew that his definition of love was greedy, and didn't include the selfless protection offered by a friend. In this dream I was alone, almost, but I was very clever. My laptop was broken in two parts, the trackpad was hanging off the keyboard. I had a home beyond the USA border, family in Canada, but I was trying to get there through all the violence and infighting here.

In through the haze of chainsmoking camel reds in this dream did I see Calabasas come up. Two shop ladies were talking amongst themselves about how disgusting cigarette smokers were and I could see a whole host of cigarettes on the ground . The one lady , somewhat largish , was ranting about how great it was that the city of Calabasas banned cigarettes smoking in its walls (Calabasas actually was the first city in the world to declare smoking illegal) and how she'd seen recently some hooligens bent on breaking this rule and how sad this was. I was caught in dual awareness of myself as someone who smoked currently and a bystander who could pretend I never had. So guilt, and a weird mix of pride and admonishment, produced very awkward temperance in experience, like caught between two asymmetrical eyes.

The dream, the danger is chasing me, the toy store is interesting because when I am in it I am a child, playing with toy swords with friends, feinting, yet my shadow passes inexorably into the adult world, the boxy discovery realm of the toy store borders on the sinister somehow as its participants are suddenly teachers turned parents, and what is it they are teaching me now? Sword fighting with snakes? where my feet turn in on a field of grass at Bay Laurel Elementary, and suddenly my voice is projected through a microphone, and everyone on the whole blacktop can hear even my whispers from the very hind edge of the grassy field. I sing, badly , and stop when I realize everyone can hear me.

This was a strange dream. We were the Bay Laurel Dolphins. In my dream, a boy I will call AA was apologizing for making fun of me in high school (we had gone to elementary school together as it were). I don't know why - it must have something to do with what my mom was saying, that I was famous now and that they planned to make a big deal of me and keep me from seeing her again. I tell him, I was not aware that he had made fun of me in high school, but I now felt awkwardly, knowing he had.

... a few inches in front of my forehead
3 sort of explosive sounds separated by a minute or so
the first like the sort of slide and pop a jar makes opening
the second a deep rumbling
the third a garbled voice shouting


almost like something couldn't quite find the range
very Watcheresque

Is this something you have experienced in the past?

Good morning, everyone.

Certainly echoed GLP and the years long obsession with the meme that shall not be named.

I wondered in the artist was a GLPer from the first panel of Chosen.






I use to say I'd let myself die before taking Prednisone again. I don't say that anymore.

I was thinking... how brilliant it is that stress hormones don't tend to immediately/blatantly feed/exacerbate a stress psychologically.

Just think how utterly screwed we'd be.

And I think estrogen's an MAO-I. Pillow on the way down.

You mean like fight or flight?

Pillow?

Seer, I'm in a study and would like your opinion if you would?

The eyes, left and right, one representing the sun and the other the moon.
When looking upon the eyes some identify the right and left image, some would flip it as in real life right and left sides.? One side is different than the other like the brain. I think it may tie in to something a native once told me about accessing a side of the mind.. Just trying to understand it

Good morning.

Can you clarify your question a little? I'm not sure if you mean looking at an image of eyes or using the eyes to view an image.

I do know that people have a dominant eye. Maybe this will help.
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Yeah.

Like a cocaine-stuffed pillow - the temporary boost in monoamines, in contradiction to the chronic reduction (particularly in dopamine).

Fight or flight, short-term, vs Fade, long-term.

I'd say I experienced this intimately with licorice root: increases cortisol & is packed with phytoestrogens apparently. I would flip-flop from AMAZING to stressed-the-fuck-out until... caput.

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Good morning glpeople

I'm talking about clarifying the right and left... Like you know those pictures with the eye holes left out for the viewer to become the viewed.. As in become the picture? Damn I can't explain what I'm trying to ask... Ok im looking at the eyes. Like eye of Horus and eye of RA side by side.. One being left eye and one right eye... One symbolizes sun and one the moon... How does one know which one is which? my left or the pictures left???

I see. I think what you are talking about is what I call an, adrenaline dump. It does feel like falling for a split second.

I recall Dion bringing up licorice root once. It caused you to get paranoid? Like pot does to some people?

Hope you're eating well. I never stood a chance at food agreeing with me till I started mowing it down. :)