Mad World

Just planted 10 new overbearing strawberry plants in Grammy's tomato patch.

I think she would like that..


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I can empathize with that...
need for others, want for others, to empathize

I'm playing for keeps.

I want that kid's sister to decide whether he lives or dies.

7 days.

If I can..I will.

No mercy.


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has anyone ever asked the aliens why they cannot land their saucers?

They're invisible.


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music thesedays is outright creepy
I always knew pomegranates meant sex somehow
but im getting star fire vibes too

The way I understand it, is if you eat anything..even one pomegranate seed in the Underworld..you are bound to return.

Have you ever eaten in dreams? It's a weird experience.



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yes, it is like the memory of a taste, sort of, very odd

when I was little, and opened pomegrantes, something seemed very very suggestive about not just the sight of the pomegranate, but the act of eating it

so I can understand the legend

I was told the trick was opening them underwater.

I never cared for pomegranates enough to try it more than a few times. The seeds hurt my teeth.

Plus they stain your fingers, lips and clothes.


I'm sure they are great for birds though.

Probably who they were meant for.


I think we learned a lot from birds. More than we give them credit.

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from egyptian book of the dead

The Knot of Isis
“At the ends of the universe is a blood red cord that binds life to death, will to destiny, and each of us to the other. Let the knot of that red sash, which cradles the hips of the Goddess, bind in us the ends of life and dream. We are each of us with our own share of hopes and misgivings. Let our thoughts lay together in peace. At our deaths let the bubbles of blood on our lips taste as sweet as berries. Give us not consolation, give us magic. Give us the spell of living well.

We rise and walk. The sky arcs ever around and the world spreads itself beneath our feet. We are bound mind to Mind and heart to Heart. No shadow exists between our footsteps and the will of Goddess. We walk in harmony, heaven in one hand, earth in the other. We are the knot where the two worlds meet. Red magic courses through our veins like the blood of Isis ~ magic of Magic, spirit of Spirits. We are proof of the power of Goddess. We are dust and water walking.”

no idea if that is actually in the book of the dead. am leery but interested in the site as a whole, seems sort of slapdash

What did we learn from birds?


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a discovery about death that alters our experience of living because of it could be helpful for everyone upon hearing it

okay, lets talk about the language of the birds, also known as the twilight language or perhaps the flower something code maybe

I’m not sure where people learn “the language of the birds” as I am about to describe it, only that it was the way that the secret bardic language was described, that the poetry invokes not only beauty or poignant but the symbols are poignant because they are expressing such deep, such fundamental elements of not only our humanity, but our relationship to memories that for thousands of years have been dead but by mere strength of their affinity are reborn with a new name.

The lion ate the sun and set dismembered osiris, but we got christ later, we got the buddha before I think, I don’t really want another guy to come and tell the same story again, but the language of the birds is telling not just a secret story meant for a mind of a particular affinity I suppose, but a story that wasn’t even intended consciously as an aspect of the secret story, but which was created by the symmetry of resonant spoons. The second story will probably have a few initiates, but the third story’s interpretation would be a novel proposition that would be half reverie, half fever dream, and not even worth mentioning.


it's that sort of thing I already know you guys know how to do because we've all been doing it for years, but it used to be something you could mention but would be summarily ignored by everyone you directed the question at

these days there are helpful riddlelike hints that are equally confusing to most sane neutral people...but far more thematic and clever for those of us who are already overinvested

basically it pans out in one of two ways. Either you are too dense to be suggestible and are not reading this statement suggesting otherwise

if you are suggestible either you're in danger and should leave or might be able to speak the language of the birds but I do not recommend doing so too loudly. or, I don't know. you could be curious and then be hit in the face by something you don't understand, but when I say it's a legitimate gamble, I'm being entirely honest.

somehow people learn how to do this by demonstrating they can do it it, interpret it, and not go crazy by having to internalize several layers of meaning but not overextend that meaning into every wall, crevice, old man, or bush. if you can do it you do it without even wanting or meaning to. basically the birbs will find you if they want you. you may not care what their messages say but the birbs will drop them on you not because they are trying to bother you but because you are all birds of a feather and you flock together, right? wrong?

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I was watching something that was recommended to me, which is

Its called sacrificial by Rezz, and it was released on march 25th, the same day I finally left that hellhole of a punishment.
At the end of this video, the explorer in the astronaut suit destroys a reptilian idol in space and dissolves into water and a void of floating rocks, at which point a frame cuts to a blue butterfly hovering on the astronauts arm. In the last few seconds, as the singer ends the song with
For you
Baby, it's official, this is sacrificial
For you, oh
For you, oh
Baby, we're competing with a sacrifice

You see the astronaut centered in the screen with a massive flurry of blue butterflies bursting from their chest. Thats the last of the video. The whole video struck me but the fact I had just deleted blue monarch and was released on that day is almost uncanny in strangeness. Something I am not sure if I feel good or bad about. Is it possible to feel both in equal measure without creating a contradiction?
I sometimes thing this dualistic ability is one of the psychic sensitivity, that if not properly guided can become a mental illness, but when directed well can be a big asset in many domains.

I see why it got your attention. I'm not sure what to say other than try not to read too much into it.

When sync goes crazy for me I just relax into it, and try not to let the 'how' freak me out.

It took a lot of years of bending to get to the point where it no longer causes extremely uncomfortable dissonance.

I saw this the other day and thought of you.

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I'm glad you're back. Your dramatic disappearance last month, definitely shook things up a bit.

Sorry I didn't come back the day after we spoke but I was very angry and needed to think. By the day after..you'd disappeared. Which didn't help my anger and instead it rose steadily toward the one person we were discussing.

The energy has been quiet for me for the last several days. It(they) clearly doesn't approve of my new found desire for global vengeance on religion.

But that doesn't mean I won't find one that will.

lol

You ever listen to this song?

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Yeah yeah yeah...


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it doesn't really bother me one way or the other, but when I notice it I try to write it down for memory. I screenshot too and end up pulling stuff up when it seems like the right fit. thats how the retrocausal timing works out for me. I get answers THEN questions

idk I was thinking about this as watching the video, there are a lot of them that are heavily sync to a point where I save them to a list, especially these last 6 months, a point where it seems like it finds me even more often than it did 2 years ago., at a certain point I feel like I cant pay attention to the sync or find it remarkable emotionally, it would be too much to feel amazed all the time. I find it profoundly interesting to observe but it just too much to be fascinated when it reaches a certain point

If you are bound to an idea?

You are controllable.