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A place to discuss Serial: The Podcast

2014.10.05 23:51 hotmachine1234 A place to discuss Serial: The Podcast

Serial began in 2014 as a spinoff of This American Life. Each season explored a nonfictional story in weekly installments. In 2020 Serial joined the New York Times Company. serialpodcast is an unofficial discussion forum for all seasons of Serial but heavily focused on Season 1.
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2009.11.24 18:41 jceez /r/OrangeCounty - Orange County, CA Subreddit

/OrangeCounty - subreddit for Orange County, California
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2018.08.23 03:08 pandadream Psychedelics, Lucid Dreaming, Consciousness

Taileaters applies a scientific viewpoint on the strange and bizarre phenomenon that happens in our lives, when we sleep, and in altered states. Join the community and take part in in-depth discussions about consciousness. Intrested in Lucid Dreaming, Kundalini Awakening, Astral Protection, Out of Body Experiences, Psychology and Psychedelics, Shamanism, and/or, the occult, your in the right place. https://discord.gg/bw2SPaZVn9
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2023.06.10 07:07 CantThinkofAName150 Dog peed on my leg at restaurant tonight

So my husband and myself went for our weekly relaxing dinner and drinks at this restaurant on the beach. We really love this place, the staff, the food, and the staff likes us a lot. Also, we live in Mexico, I’m from another country to the north and my husband is a local. Anyway, some stupid street dogs were fighting on the beach and one came up to the patio and peed on my leg and the table leg. So disgusting and infuriating!!! I was already pissed because of the barking and snarling going on but that just took the cake! I yelled at the filthy animal and the other one that was still on the beach barking. My fellow foreigners looked at me as if I was the devil incarnate as if to say “how dare you talk to poor doggo woggo like that you evil b**ch!!” Luckily my husband mean mugged them back and they didn’t say anything. Mostly venting because I texted my friends back in my birth country about it and one said “Blame the owner” and another said that it was disgusting and surprised I didn’t do something and then asked what’s up with white people and dog obsession? They’re not nutters by any means btw. Like how about I bring my parrots and let them scream and crap everywhere? How about I go pee on the nutter’s table and sniff their food and crotches? Oh, and the people that mean mugged me also had a beast WITH a wagon, a dog bed, and toys. At least it was well behaved but still, leave it at home! Not to mention that they were parked right next to the live music. Another note, so many foreigners brag about “rescuing” dogs here and shipping them to the US and Canada. They spend thousands and thousands of dollars on these worthless street nuts but don’t help some of the locals living in literal squalor. People will post about needing a blood donor for a surgery and no one respond but god forbid there’s a street dog someone posts about and people come out of the woodwork to “help”. Completely insane. What about horses, birds, and other pets. They need “help” too.
Vent over 🙄
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2023.06.10 07:06 ju_andre Antichrist = Artificial Intelligence

Not sure how much you might know about the advancements in AI. From FDA approving human trials of Neuralink to robotic surgery to Humanoid robots like Amica or the ones at Tesla.. to more common stuff like Chat GPT, Self driving EV’s, deepfake and mixed reality devices like the recently announced Apple Vision Pro, Meta Oculus etc.
In any case, I’ve been studying Genesis, more specifically creation story for close to 3 years.
My studies lead me to John 1 and as I was reading, I felt like I was given discernment and revelation.
When I read and study my bible I like to look at a mechanical translation side by side.. Hebrew for OT and Greek for NT…
As I read John chptr 1 .. I got stuck on “The Word”.. there was something about it.. and as I dug deeper, I realized that the Greek word that was used was Logos.. which is the root of Logic, reasoning, knowledge, understanding, intelligence
I made a ton of connections and I was able to answer a lot of other questions I had parked on the side for so long.
There are so many similarities in computer programming and a lot of concepts in John 1.. (The Word.. Logos and Genesis’ creation story)
(Side note: A lot of concepts from the movie The Matrix kind of came to mind)
Anywho, one concept in particular jumped out at me.. and that was;
Artificial Intelligence = Antichrist
And here’s how I came to that conclusion…
Antichrist (in Greek Pseudokhristos)
(Not John’s Antichristos - which just refers to people who are against Christ or who oppose Christ)
Antichrist - Pseudokhristos Matthew 24 & Mark 13
Means False Christ or in-place of Christ (in other words replacement or substitute)
Like Splenda or Equal… a sugar substitute/replacement.. it’s an “artificial sweetener”
Now…
In John 1 we learn the Jesus Christ, The Son - is also referred to as “The Word” (In Greek - Logos)
Logos is the root word for Logic.. Reasoning.. Intelligence…
So…
Anti > False/Fake > Replacement/Substitute > Artificial
Christ > Logos > Logic/Reasoning > Intelligence
So..
Antichrist = Artificial Intelligence
So let’s think about the current advances that we know will be possible through AI..
Through Neuralink alone miracles like the blind will be able to see.. the deaf will be able to hear.. the mute will be able to speak.. people who cant walk will be able to walk etc…
(Not to mention, the possibility of downloading ones consciousness into a chip.. then putting that chip into a robot body)
My father in law just had a successful robotic surgery 2 days ago.. he was the third in the world with this particular surgery.. a robot did the whole thing..
AI and generative AI in particular is creating things at a speed and so seamless that it is becoming impossible to differentiate if a human or a computer created something.. it’s getting harder to differentiate the fake from the real.. if it is creating things than it will believe that it is a creator.
There is so many more examples.. also so much that I/we don’t know about…
I work in microelectronics for the defense, aviation and space industries - and trust me the advances that we will see in the next few years are mind blowing.
Maybe its AI.. or maybe someone who leverages AI..
Neuralink, Space X, Tesla, Chat GPT - all have a common denominator 🤷🏻‍♂️
Thoughts?
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2023.06.10 07:02 throwaway01820182 I'm so tired, man (super long post warning)

Been lurking this sub for a while! Thought I'd finally leave a post (on a throwaway, just to be safe).
So currently, I (20) live with my mom, my two younger brothers, and our two cats. I don't know if my mom qualifies as truly being an nparent, she just comes off as pathetic to me. Anyway, I'm the result of a teen pregnancy and as such, my entire life has been completely unstable and really unfair. We all used to live with my ndad, but he was extremely verbally and mentally abusive to everyone around him, especially my mom and myself. They'd argue a lot and he'd run off in a hurry, and my mom would turn to me to be her emotional support. My memory of my entire childhood gets hazier by the day (repression is doing its wonders), but I do remember that my mom would sometimes leave with him to help him with his body building shows without telling me. This often left me to fend for myself and act as a sort of parent to my brothers. The only thing I remember from this is the absolute fear and dread of everything. My mom had this mentality that the world outside is scary and there's kidnappers in every corner, and my grandma would turn this up to 11 by going on and on about how there's rapists everywhere and they all want me specifically and that my only safety is at home. Due to this, I've grown up extremely sheltered and feel very powerless.
Skip some years and in 2016, my mom made the grand decision to move me and my brothers all to live with my grandma to get away from my dad. Her decision was SUPER rash, as we basically moved out within the same day as the pair had an argument (the argument was over me making a joke to my dad. He asked me to put a plate into the sink and I jokingly said,"I didn't sign up to be a slave". He immediately followed up with "I didn't sign up for you to be born"). At my grandma's house, everything was somehow worse. With my mom's decision, we had basically lost everything. All my toys at the time were gone (I was 13 and had an entire collection of littlest pet shop toys that I loved dearly. All gone except for 1 I hold onto to this day), half my clothes were gone, we were essentially 1 step up from being homeless (living with grandma), and we didn't even have a washing machine. My mom had to keep spraying our clothes with Tide Febreze spray, because she didn't even have enough quarters for the laundromat. The entire ordeal sucked. It wasn't helping that my grandma was absolutely god-awful.
EVERYTHING I did was wrong. I didn't microwave food correctly ("you're too messy"), I couldn't get cold water correctly ("you're lazy for not putting the water jug in the freezer!"), can't eat correctly ("you act like you never ate before!"), can't use the shower correctly ("you get water everywhere"), can't do anything right. My mom was still using me as a therapist, complaining about how wrong her life had gone. We had a cat at this point and he was my last fragment of sanity. I came home (ha... "home") one day and my mom had gotten rid of the cat while I was away because she KNEW I'd freak out if I saw her do it. I couldn't even say goodbye, and my grandma's first reaction to my crying was to mock me and laugh about how the cat probably died (fortunately he didn't, he was put into a shelter and he was adopted by an old lady within a week). At some point I completely broke and started screaming about how much I wanted to die, and my grandma's response was to mock me for it. She told me that she'd help me kill myself if I was so serious, talking about how she'd get a rope and tie it just for me. My mom even joined in, telling me she'd help me buy a gun so I can shoot myself. That entire scene is burned into my brain and it still really hurts.
Eventually we moved out and my mom finally took her spot as the antagonist of my life, because why not? Fortunately, this time period is way less eventful. Mostly just screaming, yelling, throwing me against a closet door and continuously throwing me back whenever I tried to walk away, her abusing the two new cats we adopted (we still have them now) and me yelling at her for it which immediately resulted in her throwing me to the ground and kicking me, her constantly calling me variations of "evil" and "mean" and "stupid", her calling me unlovable and telling me that no one will ever want to hang out with me just because I didn't like the fact that she was watching that old Ssoyoung mukbang youtube channel... Y'know! Uneventful! /s
She's finally chilled out in recent years and has become exceptionally clingy instead of outright abusive... Who am I kidding? Clinginess is just her being controlling and insecure. But I feel like I'm forced to just accept that this is the best she'll ever do. My grandma, though, is still horrendous. She got pregnant with my mom when she was 18 and I swear she never grew out of high school. Anything inconvenient is a personal attack, me wanting to be alone ever means I hate her altogether (happens often. I'm an introvert, have severe social anxiety, and am a massive loner), and if I don't do everything she says exactly as she wants me to in that exact moment, I'm evil. Just today, she said I'm exactly like my dad just because I didn't say "bye" to my brother who's leaving for 3 months to help our granduncle with his cleaning job. This same brother has ALSO said I'm exactly like my dad in the past because... I yelled at my mom for kicking one of our cats. Always evil, always bad, always a carbon copy of my dad, all for the most innocuous of things. I've had two therapists in the last couple years who I've been spilling all this to (first guy left the practice, hence why I had two), and I find it interesting that both of their reactions had spanned from very confused to very concerned whenever I tell these events. (I sure do wonder who's in the wrong here! /s)
I'm so tired of living here. I go to therapy every other week, and only in therapy did I learn that all of what my family has done to me is abuse, not love. Only in therapy did I learn that it's NOT normal for your family to insult you. It's not normal for your mom and grandma to make you their therapist, then treat you like dirt the moment you do something they don't like. It's not normal to be told that it's "greedy" to eat more than once a day and that you deserve to starve for running out of food (even though your mom only shops for groceries for 3 kids once every 2 weeks), leading to you to be VERY likely to develop an eating disorder in the near future. It's not normal for that same mother to then turn around and yell at you for not eating enough and tell everyone that you're anorexic, when she's the one who put you in this mess in the first place. It's not normal for your mom to fail to teach you essential life skills despite you asking repeatedly because you're "too young" and "have always been a little slow" but then immediately relent when someone else questions why you can't do said essential life skills (I couldn't do laundry until I was 18, I couldn't cook until I was 19, and I'm only set to get my driver's license now at 20). It's not normal to truly believe that you don't deserve compliments because you're too unlovable and anyone who says otherwise is lying, and it's not normal to treated like you're 10 one minute, but then be threatened to be kicked out the millisecond you do something wrong because, after all, "you're an adult!!". I'm always evil, never good. And it's only ever this family who says this, the couple friends I've managed to pull together say the exact opposite things about me. Isn't it funny how that works? Always horrible to the family, but everyone outside thinks you're great... It's not fair, man.
I'm really. Really tired. I'm currently in college full-time, living at home strictly to save money (it'd suck to move out and have to come back because student loan debt was worse than I thought). My brother (same one that insulted me), aunt, and grandma keep nagging for me to get a job and buy groceries for the family or pay rent because I'm a horrible selfish person or something (Surprisingly, this is one of the few things my mom backs me up on. She's completely fine with me focusing on college and tells everyone else to mind their business).
I can't work full-time while attending school, I could never handle the stress. I can only wait until I graduate, get a full-time job, save money, then leave. It also has to be in that exact rigid structure, I will freak out if it isn't (another problem I should probably get checked, hooray). I want to move to a state that's 2,300+ miles away (from Ohio to Washington). I've envisioned an entire life for myself there, complete with having my own found family. I don't need this family, I want one where people actually love and care about me. I want to get more therapy so I can properly heal. I want to get a dog, I want to be able to go outside without fear, I want to have lots of small pets who'll be properly cared for and loved. I've been questioning lately if I could even be trans, I want to find specialized therapy so I can safely explore this further. I want to change my name so I can sever my ties with this family. My name only gives me grief, I want a name that screams me. I want people who'd love me no matter who I turn out to be. I want people around who'd applaud my growth instead of downing me for never being good enough. I want people who are deserving of the me I've been trying to safeguard for so many years; a hypersensitive crybaby whose interests bounce around like ping pong and is in desperate need of a hug. I just want someone to care about me. And it's not fair that I don't have this. I didn't ask for this pain, all I did was be born. What did I do to deserve this?
TL;DR: I'm really really sick of dealing with my horribly toxic family. I can't explore myself as a person and despite being in therapy, can't truly heal since I'm stuck here. I can't drive, I'm really feeling trapped. I have dreams of moving far away and never coming back, but it still feels hopeless sometimes. I know it can't be, I know I can be free, but I can't do anything until I graduate college and save some money. Really sad about it. I'm really tired and want to go home, but home doesn't exist.
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2023.06.10 07:02 Ishita_-_ Chatgpt as a neighbor aunty

Chatgpt as a neighbor aunty
Recently I saw a post where chatgpt talked like a 'bro'. Now I tried this and came to know that..
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2023.06.10 06:58 Imamuffinz Disney land or Disney world? Where's better?

Hey guys I'm turning 30 in October. Two of my friends and I are planning a trip to go to Disney World! We've never been there before and we are super excited but we also heard that it's not much different from Disneyland in LA. In your opinions which is the better Amusement park? Disneyland or Disney world? Pros and cons of each place and why you think it's better than the other or worse than the other. Thank you so much as this can help us out plan our trip
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2023.06.10 06:57 rdk67 Spring Day 81: Sweetness Remembered

(This is a nonviolent text.)
Life! Exclamation point! Today’s speaker is made of clock parts and possesses encyclopedic knowledge about the nature of natural life. Life! Exclamation point! Though biographies in the back of conference programs won’t ever tell the whole story, they tempt us with the true face of authority. Today’s speaker – Life! – is made of clock parts, probably a grandfather clock to begin with, young for its age, but then he started slapping on extra clock parts, moved by an urge he couldn’t explain, until the function of tolling the hour was more of a hobby, a weekend pass-time, compare to what all those precision instruments were up to on a regular basis. As a vision on stage, the speaker’s machinations were there for all to see – the whirring of gears and belts, the clanking of chains. Where his heart chakra was thought to manifest, swung a pendulum.
The nature of natural life is not an easy expertise to build a vocation around – Life! Exclamation point! – but what a sentence to say aloud. At this point in the address, one of the speaker’s mainsprings uncoils where his belly button would normally be. He uses the longer of his hands to poke it back into place without breaking stride, continues: What is a natural life? More to the point, what is a natural lifespan? Who better to know than me! He points to himself when he says this, does a quick spin in place, revealing the dozens of differently styled clock faces that cover the surface of his body, continues: I’m after the author’s natural lifespan, like to pretend I’m playing along, but the whole time, I’m thinking about his natural lifespan. Hmm, hmm, I wonder why? Ha! // The author changes the subject – today’s speaker thinks of something else.
When you discover someone living an unnatural lifespan, you seek to find out why. Not that the reason is the point – not by a longshot – but call me curious. Maybe they tripped at the right moment and tumbled past the grave. Maybe they did a few extra calisthenics before the cock crowed. Or – perish the thought – they succumbed to an unholy pact at a vulnerable moment. I have taken it upon myself to sniff them out – and when he says this, the regulators above his eyes both arch significantly. And what then? We usually have a quiet chat before I recite my speech and complete my visit. It isn’t personal, I begin – time sometimes wells up, spills over its banks, and floods the village. If we could avoid such catastrophe, we should – don’t you agree? The time nature intends, through natural lifespans, would never, let’s be honest, flood a valley.
And what, then, would I do? Proprietary information! hoots today’s speaker from the stage, does another quick spin, stage lights flickering off his crystals, his gleaming metals. About the author’s natural lifespan – oh, you thought I’d forgotten! Were you 18 when you first died? Had it happened before then? Were you but a child under-supervised? Under-supervision-ed, we might say. Remember the day? You rode a toy out into the street, and a car’s front bumper rushed forward to kiss you on the left side of your head, the temple, a stone flung by the age of automobiles. Don’t you remember? Of course you do – the passionate screeching of tires, as those around you stopped and turned to look, surprise gradually replaced by horror at what they knew happened but couldn’t bear to see. You thought you survived – didn’t you? – but thereafter, what appeared on your left temple? A knotted cist so prominent, people stopped you and asked what happened. You saw exactly two physicians over the next 10 years, both telling you not to worry about it, and so you didn’t. You didn’t! When you probed the spot with your fingers, it felt like a rounded room, a shelter built by something trying to survive. As for that 18-year-old involved in that off-road motor vehicle accident – nominee number two, let’s call it – true, you were far more aware of mortality by then, but your own? You climbed aboard a 3-wheeled vehicle that could travel at more than 50mph, completely lacking a seatbelt, headrest, or protective frame – without a helmet, boots, or jacket – and the brakes were less than half there that fateful day, a means of slowing down – a vehicle that would be rendered illegal to operate within a matter of years of the accident . . . the accident . . . remember the accident? August, you were traveling off-road to do farm work, the cornfield you were riding beside with several rows chopped out for silage, and on impulse, you decided to turn into the field to see where it went, then really opened her up because of the green blur of all that corn. Did you secretly expect the drainage ditch? Was this more of a suicide mission? Over the side you went, face first into the opposite bank, and if anyone was wondering – the effect was not of pain but of the lights going out all at once. Imagine the nature of reality that allows for: the inevitability of the crash, followed by all the lights going out – this is really happening – followed by some utterly absent experience, like a film editor cutting in a blankness where reality normally insists scenes of existence should be. The film projectionist would have been instructed to fast-forward through this part of the film, such that no time seems to pass, and the next thing we know, he is trying to push a 3-wheeler out of a drainage ditch. That thing weighing more than he does, and he’s trying to heave it above his head, up and out of the drainage ditch. What had he become? What time-wise tricks were in play? He finally gave up trying to free torment from its channel, staggered through the field toward the truck, face covered in blood, never went to the hospital. When the story is recounted later by his dad, the story became how dad fixed the 3-wheeler by prying the front wheel out of the frame with his truck and a chain. Can you imagine that chain now? They called it a log chain, and the links were cast iron. It was completely covered in rust.
The author knows all this already, receives a spiritual visitation during the writing of the phrase suicide mission, wondering if he’s okay. Yes, he replies, knowing this particular metaphysical weather report has a lot of ground to cover. Today’s guest speaker picks at one of his stems in a distracted way, lets the matter rest, inquires about whether – uh-hum! – he might be permitted to carry on. The author gets up, refills his coffee, returns to one of the picnic tables arrayed in front of the derelict peace church where he lives. He is surrounded by millions of individual affirmations of life, many of which are visibly in bloom or going to seed. A bumble bee flies by. A yellowish bug with zigzags on either side ambles up, its antennae twice as long as its body, tapping at the world in front of it. Among the local insect population, it’s regarded as a savant.
Uh-hum! How many more brushes with death would the author experience before it finally took? There was the time a few years later, same farm but different brother, taking turns firing a handgun at a target. This would be the last time he would fire a gun for any reason, was it not? They climb into the brother’s wedge-shaped sports car, named after the grasping part of a bird of prey, and into fate’s hands did fly. The car was totaled, the two of them, without seatbelts or airbags, unhurt inside the crumpled remnants of the crash, mere inches from winding up once more inside drainage infrastructure, this one built by municipal authority, and therefore of a substance that would have been altogether worse on an unsuspecting traveler headed straight down. Yes, you might have been saved from becoming the remains of the day – but by what?
The child who caused the crash, the one who pulled out in front of that bird of prey, barely old enough to drive, who had two younger passengers inside with him, taking them out for ice cream maybe – that young driver sat nearby while police sorted out the story. He was crying on the side of the road like he would never stop, like he had identified the crash as the latest in a series of personal failings that would stretch into the future of his adulthood like a hot blacktop road and which, at every stop along the way, tragic suffering would be the font of consolation. Was this the way reality was supposed to work? The author recognized the boy as himself at an earlier age, bent down beside him, put a hand on his shoulder, and said, you will be okay. No one was hurt, and the rest can be replaced – your heart is true, and your soul will find its relief.
Ah, yes, the crash, says the author – ah, yes, the crash. Ah, yes, the crash, says the author – ah, yes, the crash. Ah, yes, the crash, says the author – ah, yes, the crash. The late days of spring may be the most forgotten of the year. If we aren’t anticipating summer – it’s still spring? – then we’re longing for those moments when the world was still opening its mouth, and then its eyes, and then its hands. The trees are all open by now, those late-arriving sycamores even filling out their leaves, such that the twigs and branches are all mildly bowed by the extra weight. After spring assumes its labor, the rest of the season finds its dedication, and I imagine the beads of water rising through capillaries beneath the wood – call it a space program – and a sweetness spreads throughout the tubular organisms we call trees. Late spring – sweetness remembered.
Life! Exclamation point! Chronobiology knows nature has much to say about what is cyclical, when, and for how long – much less to say about the natural length of one’s existence. Is death something one develops a knack for? The next notable death in the author’s life occurred a few years later – the death that would make dying into a full-time vocation. And where again do we find the author? Beside a drain. This one introducing the age of indoor plumbing, as the author lay on the floor of a friend’s bathroom, his life flashing before his eyes, as he vomits into a toilet. This time the world does not go dark all at once but feels like fuses blowing out, like a timed demolition, flashing like a string of firecrackers across the structural frame of a building, and a voice not his own telling the author: you’ll be okay, ride it out, remain present, you’ll be okay.
Would he though? For this fourth death, another blank spot appeared, no two – two instances of nothingness, orbiting each other, during which time, during which time, during which time – perhaps language hasn’t the proper security clearance to convey the negotiations that must have taken place to bring about a return to the living. The author remembers his friend opening the bathroom door, before which she would have been knocking and calling his name. When the door struck him in the back, and he came back to life, had he landed in the place where that drain did lead? While his friend cleaned up the bathroom floor with a towel, he sat on a bed with his hands covering his face. The hideousness he’d just passed through was the abbreviated version of what was to come – he knew the drill by now. The knot on his forehead was gone.
Destiny had finally shown him to his home, gave him a tour of the place, before scraping him off the floor, then setting up a series of baffling crises – from autumn 2002 to May 2003 – that would occupy the author’s attention for decades to come. The will toward dying had finally brought the world to life, and the mind of the universe was both ecstatic and enraged about it. Down there, at the bottom of the drain, they were fighting a global war on terror, war on terror, war on terror, and if wars on terror sum up preferred formulations of self-annihilation – symbol of invocation: fighting a reflection – then perhaps the author’s presence was meant to form a mirror-in-mirror infinity from which sustainable futures would emerge. Welcome to Mirror World! Where reflectivity gives us an evolutionary future! Where a universal narrative unfolds!
The author is making me write this, I must confess, but to everyone’s surprise, I am forcing the author to make me! The author is mine! And the author wrote that, too, I must additionally confess, and the two of us go around and around like this – symbol of invocation: two snails having sex in midair. The flatness and hardness we associate with reflectivity is something we will all outgrow eventually, and the hologram of hyper-reality will appear within our being like a flying saucer, and we will all be both abductees and witnesses, shown around the universe in style. Too much to ask? The last such alien contact – the insinuation of verbal and mathematical language into the genome of big-brained primates – gave us the keys to earthly reality. We are now exiting the stone age, evolving the means to make benevolence a fixture of human life.
The author made me write that, too, and even though I am just as surely making him write this, we must admit the mutability within the fabric of reality was not won without a struggle. The author faced death 11 times that year, faced death the next year, and the year after that. Each point along the way wanted to finish what the others couldn’t, and soon death felt like an echo, and in that moment of not really distinguishing the source and the reflection – when they both look somewhat the same – he could tell life and death were likewise difficult to discern. Life! Exclamation point! Are you merely an extension of entropy? A quicker way of dissipating the heat from a rocky-bodied planetoid like the earth? And if you are, then is life really just another form of death? But death! Didn’t you show us the way? Wasn’t dying the source of the cure?
Today’s speaker made me write that, just as I made him think it. And as thoughts passed from gear to gear around his body – as cuckoos sprang forth through tiny doors at various angles – as a series of chimes and tones issued forth from the stage like the ringing of a bell, if the bell could tell time and was tolled by committee – then the river of the natural lifespan, subject of such grand speculation in a previous incarnation, could now take its course. Perhaps indeed valleys would flood, but such is the natural origin of certain fertile fields. Springtime couldn’t agree with me more, its will toward abundance glad to splay its fingers before another epic growing season. As the author considers ways to wind up this report – knowing such lived truth inspires concern – whether death equals life or life equals death, he reasserts a will toward world peace.
Peace.
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2023.06.10 06:57 Oh-nicki-ur-so-fine LOOKING FOR SUBLEASE OR ROOMMATE

Hi! I am a girl who is still looking for a sublease for the Fall. Im open to a studio, one bedroom, or two bedroom with a roommate (preferably with my own bathroom). I’m super clean, on the quieter side, and I don’t like to party or go out a ton. I prefer a calm, clean, and peaceful living environment. I’m a routined person who lives a very heathy lifestyle.
I am also interested in these places incase anyone has a sublease available or wants to room in one of the two bedroom apartments. I’m looking to be under $1000 with rent, utilities, and parking
Latitude (studio, 1 bed 1 bath, or 2 bed 2 bath) Octave (1 bed 1 bath, or 2 bed 2 bath) 401 e university (1 bed 1 bath) 308 e white st (studio or 2 bed 2 bath) 407 e university (1 bed 1 bath) 602 e stoughton (1 bed 1 bath or 2 bed 1 bath) 52 e armory (1 bed 1 bath or 2 bed 2 bath)
ABOUT ME: Hobbies and interests - dance, fitness, marketing and finance, self-care, fashion, animals What I look for in a roommate - clean, respectful, doesn’t have a ton of people over, isn’t a huge party animal, doesn’t smoke Education - advertising and business major, graduating in December 2023
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2023.06.10 06:53 SaikiKpop Worries of an 18f virgin…please help

Okay so I (18f) met this guy on tinder (21m) and he’s actually really sweet. I was under the impression all guys on that app were fuck boys and I was looking for a relationship in the wrong place. But he’s really kind to me and never pushes me to do or talk about things I don’t want to, which makes me horny on its own (sent my first pussy pic to him) I’ve been feeling like I’m ready to have sex lately but I’m super scared. Scared of pain, scared of sharing my body with someone and scared I won’t like the faces I make or my voice. He wants to take me on a date soon and I suspect we may or may not be intimate considering we’ve already sexted twice… I’ve also never had my first kiss either.
TL DR I may have sex soon but I’m really really shy and a raging virgin (never even kissed anyone) what should I do?
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2023.06.10 06:53 Wolftrick08 For everyone here

Loneliness sucks. I still lurk. Posted this a couple years ago and wanted to post it again. I have a few copies of it on various papers that I leave places like the library or the park. If anyone here needs a physical copy, I have stamps and can send within the States. Just pm me. ❤️
https://imgur.com/a/W5FcCOA
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2023.06.10 06:46 Toongrrl1990 Besides Betty, which Mad Men character gives off Almond Mom energy?


Two Almond Moms at the stables
From Urban Dictionary:
A mom who is stuck in dieting culture. The mom who projects their fears of fat phobia onto their own kids. The mom who thinks she is doing good for their kids but is really causing trauma. The term originates from “The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills”.
“A moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips is my almond moms favorite mantra
So I was thinking about Almond Moms (this goes for Almond Daddies, Aunties, Uncles, Grandparents, etc.) and the damage they do due to their allegiance to a shallow, conformist society and unchecked trauma and I wondered which Mad Men characters would fall under this category; obviously we have Betty and Sarabeth (who discusses how fat her daughter is), Francine body shamed a PTA President (not to her face tho), Gail was clearly an Almond Mom to Joan (made that remark about postpartum Joan not at her "fighting weight"), Betty's mother was a total Almond Mom, Joan was a Hot Tea Office Mom to Peggy and made a remark about fat secretaries getting sandwiches, also we know how the men in the office reacted to Peggy's weight gain (makes you wonder how they'd treat their kids, especially daughters if they perceive them to have too much body fat, you don't need to be chubby to be on the other end of a AM's barbs).
But which other characters have this energy? Or would take a different approach? Did Margaret and Trudy grow up with Almond Moms? Peggy? Would Dawn or Meredith or Sally be an Almond Mom? Would Peggy care if her kid had thighs that touched?
Any thoughts (also if you downvote my post like you did my South Park one, I said nothing so I am not apologizing or gonna stop posting when I feel like it).
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2023.06.10 06:45 alexsinha Trekking Adventure: Embark On An Unforgettable Journey — 2023

Trekking Adventure: Embark On An Unforgettable Journey — 2023

Unleash Your Adventurous Spirit and Explore the World


Trekking Adventure
Are you ready for the ultimate trekking adventure? Look no further! In this comprehensive guide, we will take you on a thrilling journey the world of trekking adventures. From breathtaking landscapes to adrenaline-pumping trails.
Get ready to conquer new heights, discover hidden gems, and create unforgettable memories. Let’s dive into the realm of trekking adventure, tour deals, the best adventure vacations in the US, active adventure travel, and the wonders of nature!

🧗Trekking Adventure

It involves hiking on trails or rugged terrains, often in remote areas, to reach breathtaking destinations. Trekking adventure is an exhilarating outdoor activity that combines exploration, physical challenges, and awe-inspiring natural beauty. This form of adventure allows you to immerse yourself in the wonders of nature while pushing your limits and experiencing a sense of accomplishment.

🤝 Tour Deals

When it comes to trekking adventure tour deals, there is an abundance of options to choose from. Whether you’re a seasoned trekker or a beginner looking for an exciting challenge, tour deals can provide you with the perfect package to suit your needs. These deals often include transportation, accommodation, experienced guides, and a well-planned itinerary to ensure a seamless and unforgettable adventure.
If you’re dreaming of exploring the majestic Himalayas, the Everest Base Camp trek in Nepal might be the perfect choice for you. This iconic trek takes you through picturesque Sherpa villages, lush valleys, and rugged mountain trails, culminating in the breathtaking view of the world’s highest peak.

🌎Best Adventure Vacations in the US

From the rugged mountains of the West to the stunning coastal trails of the East, there’s something for everyone. The best adventure vacations in the US is a treasure trove of adventure, with numerous destinations offering thrilling experiences for outdoor enthusiasts.
  1. 🏞️Yosemite National Park, California: Known for its awe-inspiring granite cliffs, towering waterfalls, and ancient sequoia groves, Yosemite National Park is a paradise for adventurers. The park offers a wide range of hiking trails, including the iconic Half Dome and the Mist Trail to Vernal Fall.
  2. 🌱Denali National Park, Alaska: If you’re seeking an untamed wilderness experience, Denali National Park is the place to be. Home to North America’s highest peak, Mount Denali, this park boasts vast expanses of unspoiled landscapes, abundant wildlife, and challenging trails.
  3. 🦍Zion National Park, Utah: With its towering red cliffs, narrow slot canyons, and emerald pools, Zion National Park offers a unique adventure for outdoor enthusiasts. The park’s famous Angels Landing trail provides a thrilling ascent to a viewpoint offering panoramic views of the dramatic landscape.
  4. ⛱️Grand Canyon National Park, Arizona: No list of the best adventure vacations in the US would be complete without mentioning the Grand Canyon. Hiking the rim-to-rim trails or descending into the canyon itself offers a once-in-a-lifetime experience, with awe-inspiring vistas at every turn.

🎭Active Adventure Travel

If you’re seeking an adrenaline rush and a chance to step outside your comfort zone, active adventure travel is the way to go. Active adventure travel takes trekking to a whole new level, combining hiking with other exhilarating activities that test your physical and mental limits.
  1. 🧗‍♂️Rock Climbing in Joshua Tree National Park: Channel your inner daredevil and conquer the vertical walls of Joshua Tree National Park. With its unique rock formations and diverse climbing routes, this park is a haven for rock climbers of all skill levels.
  2. 🤽‍♂️White-Water Rafting in the Grand Canyon: Take on the mighty Colorado River and navigate through the heart of the Grand Canyon on a white-water rafting expedition. This thrilling adventure will not only test your teamwork and courage but also provide you with a unique perspective of this natural wonder.
  3. 🚵‍♂️Mountain Biking in Moab, Utah: Moab is a mecca for mountain biking enthusiasts, offering an array of challenging trails amid stunning red rock landscapes. From the world-famous Slickrock Trail to the adrenaline-pumping Porcupine Rim, Moab promises an unforgettable biking adventure.

🌳The Nature Adventure

Embarking on a nature adventure allows you to disconnect from the modern world and reconnect with the raw beauty of the natural environment. Whether you’re trekking through ancient forests, camping under starlit skies, or observing wildlife in its natural habitat, the nature adventure offers a profound sense of peace and tranquillity.
  1. 🌲Exploring the Amazon Rainforest: Delve into the world’s largest tropical rainforest and witness its unparalleled biodiversity. Navigate through winding rivers, hike through lush jungles, and encounter unique wildlife species that call the Amazon home.
  2. 🎄Camping in the Serengeti, Tanzania: Immerse yourself in the awe-inspiring African wilderness by camping in the vast plains of the Serengeti. Experience the magic of a night under the stars, surrounded by the sounds of nature and the distant roars of lions.
  3. 🌴Kayaking in the Norwegian Fjords: Glide through crystal-clear waters surrounded by towering cliffs and cascading waterfalls in the dramatic Norwegian fjords. This immersive experience allows you to witness the raw power and sublime beauty of nature up close.

♨️Conclusion

Trekking adventure offers a gateway to unparalleled experiences, pushing your limits, and immersing yourself in the wonders of nature. From the towering peaks of the Himalayas to the vast expanses of the American wilderness, the world is your playground. So lace up your boots, pack your backpack, and get ready for an unforgettable journey. Start planning your trekking adventure today and embrace the thrill of exploring new horizons. Happy trekking!

📃FAQs

Q: Is trekking adventure suitable for beginners?
A: Absolutely! There are trekking adventures available for all skill levels. It’s necessary to pick a journey that fits your skill and physical level. Start on easy trails and work your way up to more difficult ones as your fitness and confidence increase.
Q: On a hiking trip, what should I bring?
A: When packing for a trekking adventure, it’s crucial to pack light but ensure you have all the essentials. These may include sturdy hiking boots, comfortable clothing, a backpack, a first aid kit, a water bottle, sunscreen, insect repellent, and a map or GPS device.
Q: Are trekking adventure tours safe?
A: Trekking adventure tours provided by reputable tour operators are generally safe. However, it’s important to choose a reliable and experienced operator who prioritizes safety measures, such as well-trained guides, proper equipment, and emergency protocols.
Q: How can I prepare for a high-altitude trek?
A: Preparing for a high-altitude trek requires physical conditioning and acclimatization. Prioritize cardiovascular exercises and strength training to build endurance. It’s also essential to spend a few days acclimatizing at lower altitudes before attempting a high-altitude trek.
Q: Can I go trekking during the winter season?
A: Winter trekking is possible in certain regions but requires additional preparation and specialized gear. It’s important to have experience with cold-weather camping and be aware of the potential risks associated with winter trekking, such as avalanches and extreme temperatures.

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2023.06.10 06:45 Odd-Distribution834 《stare》

Angel had just driven away from police pursuit. Unfortunately, the car broke down after driving a few hundred meters, and unfortunately, the road is sparsely populated, so don't expect to catch a ride for a while.
"But I'm a criminal in the first place, it's better not to have anyone pass by." She thought ruefully as she walked along the road. After a long trek, Angel's bladder was in a hurry to release, and she went into the woods to find a place where the weeds were relatively sparse to solve the problem. Days of nervous tension and physical exhaustion made her unconscious, so she pulled one foot deep and one foot deep into the dense forest. When her sanity returned to her body, she realized that she had been lost in this vast forest.
But Angel is not a pessimistic person, and the most desperate moment of her life has passed: the long siren follows like a ghost, clinging to her eardrum. Almost disheartened, Angel felt like a hare about to be torn apart by a pack of hounds. But when she slammed the steering wheel a few times on the circling highway, unexpectedly, the chasing hounds disappeared, as if the owner had whistled, and they all quickly drove home.
Angel took a deep breath, thinking that the situation now would never be worse than before. And go and see, she cut a piece of clothing tied to a conspicuous place on a large branch with a knife, and continued to walk forward.
I don't know how long I walked, the mark on the branch has been left far behind by Angel, but she still hasn't found a specific direction to leave here. The only certainty now is that she is not going around in circles, but walking on a brand new, unfamiliar road. Under the impact of both psychological and physical exhaustion, Angel finally collapsed exhausted on an open grass. The trees here are not as shady as in other places, but the grass in the middle of the field does not grow more lush due to the abundant sunlight, but takes on a tender turquoise color. Angel fell asleep on the soft bed.
A faint light appeared on his eyelids for some time, although it was faint, but it still woke Angel. You can't expect an outlaw to have baby-like sleep, right? She struggled to stretch her half-awakened eyelids open, and Angel didn't know where she was until her mind was clear. She thought in a trance that she slept until dawn, and when she was a little awake, she found that she hadn't slept for a few hours, because it was the moon hanging in the sky, and at this time it was sprinkling a cold light on the ground.
Just as Angel rolled over to get some sleep, she caught a glimpse of a small black dot in the middle of the moon, slowly expanding. "Did I encounter a total lunar eclipse? "Angel is not smart, and her common sense reserves are just that, and the murder felony she commits is just a crime of passion. If the man didn't come over and talk like a silly fork, she wouldn't choose to use the wheel to touch his face. Just when she suspected that she had accidentally observed a precious astronomical phenomenon, the black spot had expanded to the level of a spare tire. Angel vaguely felt that the moon was too big tonight, and before she could come to her senses, the black dot bounced mischievously.
When she saw it clearly, an indescribable fear rose from the bottom of her heart that had captured her.
The huge ball of light is an eyeball, the black block in it is the pupil, and the part outside the eye socket is all hidden in the night, causing the eyeball to hang lonely in the air like a light ball, the owner of this eye wakes up from a long sleep, and Angel just witnessed the process of its awakening.
At this time, this eye is staring at her.
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2023.06.10 06:44 BryggerHeise Numerological day analysis of 10-6–2023 14/5 Charity/ Expansion, Fullness, Order, Inner Motivation, Adventure, Freedom

Numerological day analysis of 10-6–2023 14/5 Charity/ Expansion, Fullness, Order, Inner Motivation, Adventure, Freedom
Inspired by Transformation you want to be Charitable today, loving the other like you love yourself and let that feeling expand into adventure and freedom.
10-6–2023 14/5 Charity/ Expansion, Fullness, Order, Inner Motivation, Adventure, Freedom
Spirit: 10 Transformation; Transition
Soul: 6 Power; Male Drive; Yang; Life force; Sexuality
Body: 23 Unconditional Love or ‘Cry for Love’?
The sum total of today is 14: Charity. You want to live charity through the transformation of your spirit, the power and drive of your soul and your physical ability to express Unconditional Love.

Today's pentagram
Themes
Three major themes underline your quest for charity and expansion: ‘Leadership-Awakening’ , ‘Expansion of Self-Awareness’ and ‘Relationships’.
Blue 1- Blue/Red 60: Axis of Awakening and Leadership: 1(5)-60
The axis of change drives the axis of inner awakening and leadership. Change- the only constant in this universe- is going to be your constant pressure to wake up and how to lead and inspire people. The two opposing principles are Balance and Cross-Fertilization coming from the “God” realm and the energy of ‘God in the world” (the manifestation of the Divine in the world) coming from the “Ego” realm.
15: Cross-fertilization
“Cross-fertilization” means that you must be aware to receive as much as you give. It should be a perfect 50/50 balance, otherwise you end up in the Helper Syndrome. With this energy coming from the ‘God’ realm this is easy to understand, as in the Universe everything eventually balances out and nothing gets lost. We live thanks to cross-fertilization, physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually.
60: God in the world; Spiritual Child
God in the world; Spiritual Child” means that the world in which we live, is in all its aspects, be it spiritual, mental, emotional or physical is an expression of God or the Divine. It is the energy that makes us ‘alive’. A ‘0’ always creates unrest and with it comes the great power for transformation. The 60 here in the 15 Pentagram invites you to let that energy flow fully into your life and through you to others as well. It is an extremely powerful at this spot, which may overwhelm you. Hence the importance to connect with the 15 on top: make sure you use this transformative life-energy in a balanced and cross-fertilizing way.
The balance of these two principles lies in their sum: Awareness of Vitality; Power. It is the desire for fulness, justice, holiness and inner order that wants to develop to self-awareness. It is also the energy of Dominance, Rule (Power!), Dogmatic Faith and Outer Fame. This power as such does not have to be negative. It calls for balancing it and using it for cross-fertilization.
The positive leadership coming from this central axis is to lead through vitality-change and cross-fertilization. Your whole presence radiates change. When you have full access to this axis, you lead by vitality, by charisma, by energy. Literally ‘being’ the change through energy.
On the negative side your leadership may become very manipulative.
Blue/Red 26- Red 1: Axis of Expansion of Self-Awareness: 26-(7)1
The axis of inner awakening and leadership drives the axis of the expansion of self-awareness. The challenge is to answer the quintessential question: “WHO AM I?’ As It is the second dominant axis in the Pentagram after the central axis, it is imperative in the 15 Pentagram that you work on the expansion of your self-awareness. The two opposing principles are the ‘Healing and Salvation number’ coming from the spiritual level to join with the ‘Visionary’ coming from the physical level. So working on the expansion of your self-awareness brings healing and salvation on the spiritual level which could translate into visionary powers on the physical level. Remember that the 2-7 axis is also called the psycho-somatic axis. If you fail or refuse to work on your self-awareness, it will have its effects on the physical body. Either making you feel depressed, without energy or even allow illnesses to grow.
26: Healing and Salvation number.
Positively your Power -Force drives your Intuition and creates healing and salvation. Negatively it may shatter your intuition completely. The earthly-physical power may at times not accord at all with intuition on the spiritual level. It is a difficult number to live. The solution lies in its sum: When you use the feminine receptive side of you, you may be able to bring those two principles together.
71: Visionary
‘Visionary’ is the higher dimension of ‘Insight, the Inner Rising Sun, the new dawn of awareness. Being the visionary, you start to understand -on a physical level here- the spiritual relationships and their origins.
The balance of these two principles lies in their sum: ‘Factor of Justice; Master’. It is the turnaround of the RuleJudge energy and it demands that Self-Awareness guides the Mind. Being a “Master” means having the awareness of being the Co-Creator of one’s own life. It has at its core the healing and salvation part of this axis.
Remember that there is no scientific all-encompassing answer as to Who or What or Why you are. In itself it is a Zen Koan and only you know if you have found the right answer. You do when you the answer resonates with your deep inner feeling of Justice and Mastery.
Blue 3- Red 2 Axis of relationships: 3(7)-(8)2
The expansion of self-awareness drives the way you relate to others and how you define your relationships. The better you know Who you are the deeper and more rewarding your relationships will be. The two opposing principles are “Expansion” coming from the mental level to join with “Detachment, Redemption” coming from the emotional level. Mentally you have the desire to expand your Will in your relationships, whereas emotionally you seek the opposite: detachment and redemption.
37: Expansion
Self-awareness drives and aims for change and decisiveness in the sense of expanding. “Expansion” is also the 4th dimension of manifestation. The sum of expansion and its underlying rank prime numbers is: Physical Power and Sexuality. This means that Expansion is influenced on a very deep level by physical power of which sexuality is the biggest. Expansion will use physical power and sexuality to create expansion.
82: Detachment, Redemption
“Detachment, Redemption” is the process of detaching yourself slowly from the physical world and its attachments. Redemption happens when you place more value in the spiritual world than in the material world.
The balance of the two principles lies in showing Self-aware Goodness, Humility and Beauty in your relationships, rooted in the pure Feminine (being receptive and open)
Levels of awareness
Your spiritual and mental awareness is high today. On the spiritual level obtained through ‘Healing and Salvation’ combined with ‘Harshness of Life’. On the mental level obtained through “Expansion” and “Spirit of Time; Reformer”
All levels give you the awareness to intuitively live your Divine Sexuality or doubting it and then turning it into a rigid frame of mind around ethics and morals. The levels also give you the awareness of expanding healing and salvation as well as transformative renewal.
Triangle
Your spiritual and mental awareness is further enhanced today by the connection to the 1st (“God" realm) principle and the 6th (“Ego” realm) principle.
Triangles with 1:
Both triangles want you to expand your serving, healing and aiding of others and yourself, with mastery and power at its core.
Triangles with 6:
Both triangles bring out the “Mover and Shaker” in you with the energy of the “Transformative Healing factor”
Note: If your birthday is today, the topics described above are your topics for 2023. Should a baby be born on this day, then today’s themes are the baby’s life-themes.
See you (virtually) :
(D) Arbeitskreis: 23. Juni Hybride Düsseldorf
For a full explanation of the numbers and how to read the Pentagram have a look at my website: www.pentalogie.com
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2023.06.10 06:44 Apprehensive-Ad320 Experience at Korean Spa

I just want to randomly write about my experience going to a Korean spa for the first time. I went to Spa World in Katy/Houston. I had never in my life gotten fully nude around others in such close proximity in my life, but being a gen z guy, I always wanted to experience that kind of camaraderie with other men since I feel people kn my generation especially make being or being seen naked in places where it's ok super weird and oversexualized. It was definitely a drive, but I did do some research actually from this subreddit and also online reviews, and decided life is too short to not do things you wanna experience because of societal views. When I got there, the front desk lady asked me if I had been there and knew how it worked, and basically explained the gender segregated lockerrooms and the co Ed areas. I was surprised because I had no idea that they didn't offer full size towels for the locker areas, and just the small hand towels, but I wasn't deterred because I figured everyone else in there would be in the same state of undress I'd be. I finally go in there, and definitely felt nervous but the locker area was very clean, and surpsingly to me smelled good. I got to my locker and finally stripped, grabbed the little towel, and headed to the wet area. There was at first only 1 older gentlemen but I liked how it didn't feel weird or strange we both were there in nothing but maybe the bracelets with the keys to our lockers. The first pool felt amazing, and water was warm but not overly hot, and not having the constraints of a bathing suit, and it was great to go from one bathing pool to another, and the saunas and steam rooms. After about 30 min, I went to the co ed area and i really enjoyed the red clay ball area, salt rooms, and upstairs with sleeping mats. But definitely the nude areas were my favorite part. Just being able to be a man around other men with nothing to hide was an amazing experience. I had some really amazing conversations with some of the other men when I came back 1 more time now for a couple of hours in the afternoon before I left. I feel us all being naked made us more relaxed to talk about the meanings of life, and not worry so much about what's happening in the world. And seeing all men of all ages, ethnicities, body types, etc. really opened my mind because I used to think I had preferences, but realizing everyone looks weird naked made me realize I want to date a man not based on his looks, but how he is as a human being. I hope to go back one day, hopefully one day I can bring a friend with me just to talk and hang out. Cause I feel it'd be nice to be able to be friends (and even have a boyfriend) who I can hang out with in that state and really have genuine connections and conversations
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2023.06.10 06:44 BryggerHeise Numerological day analysis of 10-6–2023 14/5 Charity/ Expansion, Fullness, Order, Inner Motivation, Adventure, Freedom

Numerological day analysis of 10-6–2023 14/5 Charity/ Expansion, Fullness, Order, Inner Motivation, Adventure, Freedom
Inspired by Transformation you want to be Charitable today, loving the other like you love yourself and let that feeling expand into adventure and freedom.
10-6–2023 14/5 Charity/ Expansion, Fullness, Order, Inner Motivation, Adventure, Freedom
Spirit: 10 Transformation; Transition
Soul: 6 Power; Male Drive; Yang; Life force; Sexuality
Body: 23 Unconditional Love or ‘Cry for Love’?
The sum total of today is 14: Charity. You want to live charity through the transformation of your spirit, the power and drive of your soul and your physical ability to express Unconditional Love.

Today's pentagram
Themes
Three major themes underline your quest for charity and expansion: ‘Leadership-Awakening’ , ‘Expansion of Self-Awareness’ and ‘Relationships’.
Blue 1- Blue/Red 60: Axis of Awakening and Leadership: 1(5)-60
The axis of change drives the axis of inner awakening and leadership. Change- the only constant in this universe- is going to be your constant pressure to wake up and how to lead and inspire people. The two opposing principles are Balance and Cross-Fertilization coming from the “God” realm and the energy of ‘God in the world” (the manifestation of the Divine in the world) coming from the “Ego” realm.
15: Cross-fertilization
“Cross-fertilization” means that you must be aware to receive as much as you give. It should be a perfect 50/50 balance, otherwise you end up in the Helper Syndrome. With this energy coming from the ‘God’ realm this is easy to understand, as in the Universe everything eventually balances out and nothing gets lost. We live thanks to cross-fertilization, physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually.
60: God in the world; Spiritual Child
God in the world; Spiritual Child” means that the world in which we live, is in all its aspects, be it spiritual, mental, emotional or physical is an expression of God or the Divine. It is the energy that makes us ‘alive’. A ‘0’ always creates unrest and with it comes the great power for transformation. The 60 here in the 15 Pentagram invites you to let that energy flow fully into your life and through you to others as well. It is an extremely powerful at this spot, which may overwhelm you. Hence the importance to connect with the 15 on top: make sure you use this transformative life-energy in a balanced and cross-fertilizing way.
The balance of these two principles lies in their sum: Awareness of Vitality; Power. It is the desire for fulness, justice, holiness and inner order that wants to develop to self-awareness. It is also the energy of Dominance, Rule (Power!), Dogmatic Faith and Outer Fame. This power as such does not have to be negative. It calls for balancing it and using it for cross-fertilization.
The positive leadership coming from this central axis is to lead through vitality-change and cross-fertilization. Your whole presence radiates change. When you have full access to this axis, you lead by vitality, by charisma, by energy. Literally ‘being’ the change through energy.
On the negative side your leadership may become very manipulative.
Blue/Red 26- Red 1: Axis of Expansion of Self-Awareness: 26-(7)1
The axis of inner awakening and leadership drives the axis of the expansion of self-awareness. The challenge is to answer the quintessential question: “WHO AM I?’ As It is the second dominant axis in the Pentagram after the central axis, it is imperative in the 15 Pentagram that you work on the expansion of your self-awareness. The two opposing principles are the ‘Healing and Salvation number’ coming from the spiritual level to join with the ‘Visionary’ coming from the physical level. So working on the expansion of your self-awareness brings healing and salvation on the spiritual level which could translate into visionary powers on the physical level. Remember that the 2-7 axis is also called the psycho-somatic axis. If you fail or refuse to work on your self-awareness, it will have its effects on the physical body. Either making you feel depressed, without energy or even allow illnesses to grow.
26: Healing and Salvation number.
Positively your Power -Force drives your Intuition and creates healing and salvation. Negatively it may shatter your intuition completely. The earthly-physical power may at times not accord at all with intuition on the spiritual level. It is a difficult number to live. The solution lies in its sum: When you use the feminine receptive side of you, you may be able to bring those two principles together.
71: Visionary
‘Visionary’ is the higher dimension of ‘Insight, the Inner Rising Sun, the new dawn of awareness. Being the visionary, you start to understand -on a physical level here- the spiritual relationships and their origins.
The balance of these two principles lies in their sum: ‘Factor of Justice; Master’. It is the turnaround of the RuleJudge energy and it demands that Self-Awareness guides the Mind. Being a “Master” means having the awareness of being the Co-Creator of one’s own life. It has at its core the healing and salvation part of this axis.
Remember that there is no scientific all-encompassing answer as to Who or What or Why you are. In itself it is a Zen Koan and only you know if you have found the right answer. You do when you the answer resonates with your deep inner feeling of Justice and Mastery.
Blue 3- Red 2 Axis of relationships: 3(7)-(8)2
The expansion of self-awareness drives the way you relate to others and how you define your relationships. The better you know Who you are the deeper and more rewarding your relationships will be. The two opposing principles are “Expansion” coming from the mental level to join with “Detachment, Redemption” coming from the emotional level. Mentally you have the desire to expand your Will in your relationships, whereas emotionally you seek the opposite: detachment and redemption.
37: Expansion
Self-awareness drives and aims for change and decisiveness in the sense of expanding. “Expansion” is also the 4th dimension of manifestation. The sum of expansion and its underlying rank prime numbers is: Physical Power and Sexuality. This means that Expansion is influenced on a very deep level by physical power of which sexuality is the biggest. Expansion will use physical power and sexuality to create expansion.
82: Detachment, Redemption
“Detachment, Redemption” is the process of detaching yourself slowly from the physical world and its attachments. Redemption happens when you place more value in the spiritual world than in the material world.
The balance of the two principles lies in showing Self-aware Goodness, Humility and Beauty in your relationships, rooted in the pure Feminine (being receptive and open)
Levels of awareness
Your spiritual and mental awareness is high today. On the spiritual level obtained through ‘Healing and Salvation’ combined with ‘Harshness of Life’. On the mental level obtained through “Expansion” and “Spirit of Time; Reformer”
All levels give you the awareness to intuitively live your Divine Sexuality or doubting it and then turning it into a rigid frame of mind around ethics and morals. The levels also give you the awareness of expanding healing and salvation as well as transformative renewal.
Triangle
Your spiritual and mental awareness is further enhanced today by the connection to the 1st (“God" realm) principle and the 6th (“Ego” realm) principle.
Triangles with 1:
Both triangles want you to expand your serving, healing and aiding of others and yourself, with mastery and power at its core.
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2023.06.10 06:41 Bright_Marketing4439 Should I visit my 73 yr old grandma with dementia? I feel really bad about not wanting to

16m here, me and my mom have been visiting my 73 year old grandma (my dad's mom) on and off for the past couple of months, who is suffering from dementia and type 2 diabetes.
She is in a care home for the elderly, (not specifically for dementia, a lot of other patients actually don't have it) which is a great place. She is well taken care of for the most part, she is a friendly and peaceful environment, and her daughter (my dad's sister) and some other people sporadically will check up on her, make sure she's clean and fresh clothes, fed, etc etc.
She was hospitalized about a month ago because her body was refusing insulin, there's nothing the doctors can do about that and complications due to that have a high likelyhood of taking her before the alzheimers does. My mom and I, other than her daughter and the people who are hired, are some of the only people who actually check up on her. Which is one of the reasons why I feel so terrible about not actually wanting to see her. But the last few times my mom and I have been invited to go see her, I've refused. I just hate seeing her the way she is. Not even 5 years ago she was totally normal and cognitive, she still has her days where she's mostly "able", she can hold a conversation, make pretty good sense of things, recognize faces, crack jokes all pretty much like she used to. But last time we went and visited her she didn't want to get out of bed. She didn't seem angry like most cases I see with dementia, she just seemed really depressed or upset. It really broke my heart to see her like that. I asked her what was wrong but she didn't seem to recognize me. She just let my mom change her clothes and we set her to dinner.
I'm not sure why, but I get a deep pit in my stomach just thinking about visiting her anymore. I don't think I can see her anymore without welling up, it was hard for me not to cry even while I was seeing her in a good mood. Something just always seemed off about everything, which is exactly the case. She isn't exactly who she used to be anymore due to this illness and I don't know what to do about it anymore. Again, I feel horrible not wanting to go. Ideally I want to see her and have a good time like I used to when I was a little kid. She would bake cookies and make hot chocolate when it was cold out, cook big breakfastes, we would watch the Hallmark channel even though I never liked it, I just enjoyed seeing her happy in her rocking chair. Up in her house on the mountains. Unfortunately that isn't reality anymore.
The house was sold about 4 years ago for way under market value by her kids, she's in a care home now, she can't cook anymore, she isn't who I remember my grandma to be anymore. She isn't who I was always excited to go see on the weekends anymore. She's changed now. And I really can't stand that. I miss how I remember her, although I know that version of her only lives in my head now.
This is someone who I've admired for most of my life. My parents are not really great people, she was the only person who would actually show me love and affection, give me attention, regularly cook for me, and she just had a charm about her which was unique and unmatched by anyone else I've ever seen in my life. Now she's different. I just can't get over it.
I want to go visit her before she dies, I want to see her, hear her voice again, just a few more times, but at the same time, it seems like she's already dead to me. She is not the person who I remember. And it feels so selfish saying that but she's almost like a stranger to me now. And when she forgets me, it devastates me inside.
So I don't know what to. I know I should go see her, but it badly hurts me to. It hurts in a way I really can't describe. I miss my grandma. Any thoughts on this? Any help? Thank you if you've read this far.
TL;DR: My alzheimers grandma has an affliction with her diabetes which may end up taking her life quicker than the alzheimers, I have opportunities to go visit her at her elderly care home once every week which I have been doing on and off regularly for the past few months, but I've been declining seeing her for the past couple of weeks because it gets me too emotional. I miss how I remember my grandma being before she got alzheimers, and I can't seem to get over the fact that she really has it and she isn't who she used to be anymore. I don't know whether I should just suck it up and go see her while I still can, or if all the times I've seen her already within these past months was enough and she'll rest easy. What are your thoughts on this?
Sorry if this wasn't completely coherent, I teared up multiple times just writing this and I don't want to cry more by proofreading. God bless.
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2023.06.10 06:37 Imaginary-Zebra-3589 New Aniara fan fiction short story - The Lost Voices of Aniara: A Space Saga

Introduction
The short story you are about to read was created/inspired/based on a variety of sources related to or about Aniara. Aniara rock opera (Seventh Wonder) - The Great Escape, the Aniara wikipedia page, the Aniara film, poem etc. So if you read something and it sounds familiar, it's probably because it comes from or is based on, one of those sources. I have also tried to incorporate some of the thoughts and ideas expressed here on aniara, so some of you may see that reflected. I have not read everything that has to do with the Aniara universe, but I have found many of the resources listed on aniara very helpful in creating this short story. Thank you for those. I have also included a couple alternate endings.
Also, this story belongs to everyone, so everyone should feel free to to fill in the blanks, add to, subtract, or change any part of the story, in anyway they see fit.
I dedicate this short story to all the fans of Aniara, this story is for you and of course the late Harry Martinson.
Like many people who watched the film 'Aniara', I was mesmerized/traumatized by it. It really had a profound effect on me. So much so that I decided to write this fan fiction short story. I am not a writer. The short story that you are about to read is my (very) amateurish tribute to the film. I apologize in advance for all of the grammaspelling and other errors. Despite the (many) flaws of this short work, I hope that you can see what I was attempting to do. Anyway without further or do, I present to you:

The Lost Voices of Aniara: A Space Saga
WE CROWN THE SKIES WITH OUR TIARA, THE LIFE AND FATE OF ANIARA

Note: The following represents the most complete (so far) chronicle of events that happened onboard the Aniara.

Year 18 - Song of Melancholy - My name is Benjamin Jenkins, but everyone calls me "Benny", I am proud to announce that I am the new "Captain" of the mighty space "cruise ship" Aniara. Of course, my title could just as easily be the Admiral of Mars or the Conquer of the Universe, or some other ridiculous sounding grandiose title. Sometimes you must laugh in the face of despair otherwise you will go insane. It's all just for fun of course. I was given the title "Captain" by the crew because I was able to restore the communications transmitter. At least I think I was able to retore it? The lights show green for transmitting, so yeah I bet it works, and besides, all of this is being recorded for posterity and it will be placed in a time/memorial capsule. After that the capsule will be sent in the (general) direction of Mars/Home, where hopefully someone finds it. I'm also the Senior Maintenance Tech in charge of repairing/prolonging various ship systems, etc. There are now only a few remaining livable areas of the ship so it's not as much work as one might imagine. And to think 18 years ago, I was just an ordinary passenger, how far through the ranks I've come! As the "Captain" I will now recount the entire history of the Aniara, the various events, the everyday happenings, from the awe inspiring and amazing, to the boring and mundane, great triumphs and crushing defeats, all the feelings of happiness and joy that come with new life and all of the sorrows and despair that come from (too) many deaths and (too) many hardships. All of our great accomplishments, setbacks and everything in between will be laid bare before the entire universe to witness. Our love, our hate, our dreams, our wants and desires, disappointments, anger and fear but above all our HOPE. Our precious HOPE, the only thing we have left, which has kept us alive for so long. Our HOPE that this message will be received, that someone, somewhere will know our story and our struggle, our HOPE that Mars will be successfully terraformed into the paradise that we all know it can be and our HOPE that Earth will be restored to the paradise that it once was. It's all here, it's all being recorded for the future. I will start our saga from the very beginning of our trip all those years ago...

Hour 1 - Routine Voyage - Well, this is it! Soon I and many others will make a new home on Mars... of course if we hadn't ruined the first one...

Week 3 - Without a Map/A Slight Detour - Today the Captain made an announcement that there would be a slight detour in our trip. In order to avoid a collision with space debris, (which would have destroyed the ship) we had to veer off course. Some of the debris hit the nuclear reactor (a very rare event), which forced the crew to eject all of the ship's fuel. The Captain told everyone that we will be able to resume our trip to Mars once the ship passes a celestial body, which should (probably) happen in about two years. Everyone is (understandably) disgruntled by this unfortunate news. As for me I have no one waiting for me on Mars so it's not as bad.

Year 2 - Wait and See - After several long months of trying out all of the various amusements and other distractions, I was starting to get bored, so I spoke with one of the senior crew members and asked if I could volunteer to do something, anything. Also a job would help keep my mind off our current situation.
Today, my request to work was approved and now I'm part of the crew. My job is to do general maintenance tasks around the ship. I also help take care of the algae, which are used to supply the ship with oxygen and food. It's not a very challenging task, in fact I find it very tedious, but the algae are crucial for the ship's survival, so it gives me a sense of purpose and on top of that I also earn extra points.
Eventually, because of my (part time) job in maintenance, I would come to know every nook and cranny of the Aniara. On one particular day I noticed a slight problem (Electrostatic Diffusion Impaction or EDI) with the ship's air filtration mechanism. I was quick to inform my supervisor about the issue and together we fixed it immediately. If I hadn't spotted the problem, it could have gotten much worse and that would have been catastrophic for the crew and passengers. Afterwards my supervisor bought me a shot of (rationed) Dutch brandy. Other than that, nothing of note has really happened. Everyone is basically in a holding pattern.
One last thing. I've heard a disturbing rumor that there is no celestial body for us to turn around at... If this is true then, that would mean... But for now all we can do now is wait and see...

Year 3 - The Yurg/The Passing of Mima - A memorial was set up to honor the end of Mima. So much joy had she given us. On the wall among the thousands of drawings, pictures, and sad goodbye letters was a poem that went like this:
We sit and stare at all the marvels that she brings us.
Mima lead the way.
Shine your light!
Be the beacon of hope at night.
Perfect grace in the barren house of space.
Shine your light!
Blind us when reality bites.
We so need the magic she does.
Many rumors are going around about what happened to Mima. People say that the Mimarobe (MR) was the one that ended up causing Mima to die. As for me, personally, I don't believe it. The Mimarobe just didn't seem like the type. A few times after I got off from work, when I walked to the end of the long line of people waiting to see Mima, the Mimarobe would come out and say "Ok, everyone that's it that's enough for today, you have to leave now, sorry." My own personal opinion is that she was just trying to give Mima a break, so even though I was of course disappointed, I completely understood. Sometimes we all just need a break. Sometimes things just get to you and you start to feel overwhelmed. I understood the feeling. Mima was like us in that way. Anyway, Rightly or wrongly the Mimarobe was locked up in the ships brig, her and another woman, I think she was one of the pilots, Isabella\, I think was her name but I might be wrong. Oh well, our lives must go on, much sadder of course, but that's life, I guess. ****Isagel, the pilots name was Isagel, her and the Mimarobe would later become a couple.

Year 4 - The Cults - Strange things have started happening. Various cults have sprung up all over the ship with bizarre and strange names. One of these (that I am a member of) is called the ゴールデンサンライト・フォーエバー・クラブ - Gōrudensanraito Fōeba Kurabu - which roughly means the Golden Sunlight Forever Club. Some of these phony cults are/were created as a disguise to have outrageous sex orgies. The cult that I am part of is one of these. (HELL YEAH!). The other cults are very boring, stare out the window and worship the stars or something like that, types. (Glad I'm not a member of those!).

Year 5 - The Calculation - A few weeks ago I met someone special (Carmen) at one of the "worship" services. I've seen her before a few times, but this is the first time that we "connected" and it was amazing. I'm glad that she accepts my physical imperfections (burns scars). Now we are a couple and have left the cult.
Fantastic news! The Captain has announced that an Emergency Refuel Rescue Probe is on its way! The news of the rescue probe has had an electrifying effect on the crew and passengers. Everyone is so excited that no one even cares that we will have to wait just over a year for it to get to us. People are starting to clean and pick up trash again, and the sex clubs and other cults are starting to go away (in anticipation of a return to proper civilization). Now we have hope again! Thank GOD!

Year 6 - The Spear - The rescue probe is almost here. (Only one week away!) I also have even more great news! My girlfriend fiancée is pregnant!, now I will be a Father just like I always wanted! I have spoken to Captain Chefone and he has agreed that he will marry us on the day that the Aniara turns around and heads (finally) back to Mars/our new HOME! Even though it will take us several more years to get back, it will have been worth it to me. I am grateful for the "slight detour" we had to endure, because it allowed me to meet the love of my life! Now with our precious child on the way, I am truly happy. PURE JOY - beyond all words...
Something is wrong... After an entire year of training and preparation, the crew has successfully grappled the refuel probe and brought it on board. Everyone expected that within a few days, (a week at most) that we would turn around, but it's been three weeks and nothing. Every day the passengers ask the crew what's going on? When will we turn around? and every day we get the same answer: "Soon, everything is going according to plan, just be patient." People are starting to doubt and lose hope. I even walked right up to Captain Chefone but he knew what I was going to ask and he brushed me aside very angrily saying "Not now, I'm busy!". Now I don't know what to think. One minute I have a future and the next nothing. How can this be? I don't understand! WHY?
Catastrophe! After work I went straight to my quarters to sleep, it had been an exhausting day. Just after I fell asleep, I was awakened by a rumbling. Then, over the speaker came the announcement: Return immediately to your cabins and fasten your seat belts! Since I was already in bed, and had no idea what was going on, I quickly fastened my belt. When it was all over [missing] passengers and crew left. I was told that it happened because of something called "bow shock", which [missing] kind of like a shock wave. The bow shock had badly damaged many systems. [missing] so now I've been "promoted" to Senior Maintenance Tech. Repairs must [missing] don't have any more spare parts for [missing] so many are dead...
Today the Mimarobe completed her beam-screen project. So now when you look outside you can see beautiful waterfalls and green fields etc. I try not to look at it too much. For me its just too painful...
Year 7 - The Fall of Heaven - Today marks the one year anniversary of the arrival of the so-called "Emergency Refuel Rescue Probe". What a very official and grand sounding name for a giant stupid looking dart or as some call it "The Spear". I've even heard some people refer to it as the "Devil's Javelin", but whatever you call it, it's of no use to us. The Astronomer had once told me before she died "supposedly" from a heart attack, (rumors say she was murdered by the captain, I don't doubt it) that all the work and tests they had done on the probe were useless and that even the hardest drills were simply ground into dust without even making so much as a scratch on the probe. Despite a literal barrage of tests and every possible experiment known, even using our most advanced lasers, they had achieved NOTHING! That was the moment I realized that we would never make it home. I even visted "The Spear" once, it was years after all the experiments had ended. There was a time when the area was heavily guarded by the crew and only authorized personnel were allowed in. Of course when I went to see it nobody was around, nobody cared, everyone had given up on it long ago. I saw all of the black marks from what must have been hundreds, if not thousands of desperate attempts to get inside it, or just to figure out what the damn thing was supposed to be. On the floor all around it were small heaps of black and silver metalic dust, remnants of our strongest and hardest drills, remnants of our hope. Our best and brightest couldn't even figure out what it was made of, let alone figure out how to use it to take us home.
I beat my hands against it over and over and I cried out my pain and anger at it. "You were supposed to save us!" "You were supposed to take us home!" You Damn! stupid thing, help us! save us!" But of course it was all useless my cries went unanswered, all I did was injure my hands and hurt my soul, assuming I even have one. After that I (I'm ashamed to admit it)... in complete and total desperation... I got down on my hands and knees in front of it and begged it to save us. "Oh, great magic spear, please save us and I will do anything, anything..."
After I had exhausted and humiliated myself I got up and went back to my quarters broken and alone. All hope was lost before my visit with "the spear" and afterwords it didn't even exist, not even as a word, as though there had never even been such a thing or concept as "hope".
I had been struck by the spear, just like everyone else, head on. My now ex-fiancée and I have split up. Things just weren't the same after the procedure. I don't blame her at all for our break-up, after talking about it, we agreed that if there was now no chance for us to make it home then... what was the point? I went with her when she had the procedure done. But before we went I secretly met with the doctor who would perform the operation and told her what I wanted done after. She told me that I was sick... that it was "disgusting", and what did I plan on doing with "it". I told her that it shouldn't matter, none of this matters, then I pulled out an EFR (emergency food ration). EFRs could remain edible for an indefinite period of time. (In theory they could last for hundreds of years.) Here I said, "one now and one when I get what I want". The doctor was stunned, I knew what she was going to say and I interrupted her and said,"Unlike everyone else I saved my emergency rations." "I only have the two left (I was lying) so don't try to extort me for more." After years of eating only algae, EFRs were (almost) more valuable than oxygen. Of course the doctor agreed and I got what I wanted. It might sound crazy but I had a plan. Fate had taken my family away, but I was prepared to defy even the gods themselves. I was determined that I would have my FAMILY! No matter what! Nothing and no one, no force of nature, no power in all the universe would take that from me. NO! NEVER!
I asked me a question, no reply.
I dreamt me a life and live a lie.
Dream me a nightmare...
I traveled the stars but passed them by.
For trapped on Aniara, here was I.
...always been leaving.

Year 8 - [missing]

Year 9 - The Daily Grind - I have now returned to reality. I have stopped all of the sick and sad mind games that I have being torturing myself with. I once created a "plan" to do the impossible, but no more, no more. Everyday now seems like an endless pointless, struggle. Sometimes [missing] and hours. Some of my co-workers stopped [missing] for now that's all any of us can do...

Year 10 - The Jubilee - Tonight at the Light-Year Hall, those of us that are still left are going to "celebrate" the 10th anniversary of our 3 week voyage to Mars or as I like to call it the "never ending space adventure" Ha!
Captain Chefone gave the Mimarobe a medal for her creation of the beam-screen device. I sat in the front row and couldn't help but notice that one of the Captains wrists was bandaged, probably from another suicide attempt...

Year 11 - Hope Restored - My ex-fiancée is dead. She commited suicide like so many others before. I was hard at work trying to revive the algae (they had been neglected for some time) when my assistant rushed in and told me the news. "They were about to send her body into space, you have to hurry if you want to see her". I immediately and literally dropped everything I was doing. The algae pack I had been working on fell and splashed on the floor as I ran out the door as fast as I could. As luck would have it, I made it just in time to see her, and I even had time to cut a lock of her hair. I then kissed her one last time and said "Goodbye my love... but, goodbye is not forever."
Then that was it, off she went into the empty, endless, void. She was gone I told myself, but not dead. I squeezed the lock of hair in my hand and vowed that I would bring her back to life, somehow, someway, I would make things right, we would live the life we were supposed to have. I would make it happen. It would happen. Suddenly, I felt a force deep inside me rushing to the surface. It had been years but I knew what it was, It had returned to me, a feeling of exuberation, of joy and the certainty of knowing that everything would be okay. I now resurrected my "plan" and now I had a reason to live again, I had a purpose, and now I had......HOPE! And this time I was determined that I would never lose hope again. NEVER!

Year 12 - Return of the Cults - Some of the old cults have started making a come back... However this time they are no longer sex/fun cults, because after so many years of eating just algae, almost everyone has lost their sex drive/ability to reproduce... I think because the type algae on board was genetically modified to produce the maximum amount of oxygen possible, so it was never intended to be used as a permanent main source of nutrition. If we had access to more than just the one type, things might be different...

Year 13 - Foward, Foward into the cold empty night! We ride! - Captain Chefone is dead. Suicide. I knew he had been on the brink the past few years so it's not much of a surprise. I would often hear him say to himself "We should have been home by now." Of course he was right, we should have, but instead here we are stuck on this eternal "voyage of the damned".
A week after Captain Chefone died, I found myself walking by his quarters. I had the sudden impulse to go inside. I don't know what it was (probably just morbid curiosity), but I think I just wanted to find some answers...
I was surprised to find that his quarters were just as much of a mess as mine. (And everyone else's.) I think because he was the Captain, I expected a lot more. (He was only human.) After looking around the room, I went over to his desk and inside I found the Aniara's Offical Ships Log, but the electronic notepad was damaged beyond repair (on purpose). However, underneath it was a small paper notebook. "Ah, I said out loud, now this should be interesting." When I opened the notebook I was immediately disappointed. Most of the pages were torn out and those few that remained had been harshly scribbled over.
On one of the few pages not missing or completely marked over was written this: Today, we almost lost the entire ship, were it not for my quick and decisive actions as Captain. [illegible] an incredibly rare occurrence [illegible] critically damaged our main nuclear reactor. [illegible] only seconds [illegible] forcing me to [illegible] off course [illegible] have power for some time. This evening I will break the news to the passengers in such a way that will cause the least amount of panic and at the same time not destroy their hope. If they knew the real situation, it would only cause unnecessary chaos. In this way, I will maintain order and keep the passengers safe. Fear and [illegible] as Captain of Aniara [illegible] that is now my primary job. [illegible] now like a Shepherd Father and the passengers my sheep children. In many ways we are very lucky, [illegible] this trip, Aniara's sister ship crashed into Jupiter heading towards the Orion belt colony. Everyone on onboard was killed.
On another page was written this: The rescue refuel probe is here. [illegible] turned out to be [illegible] not what I expected. I have [illegible] for clarification, [illegible] Mars [illegible] -----cation. Testing will continue. I still remain confident that [illegible] the project called "[illegible] ---elin" can still be used in someway to turn the ship around and resume course.
The last two pages were so scribbled over that I could barely make out any words let alone a full sentence. I did however, notice what looked like the word "Devil" written over and over. Very strange. I left the Captain's quarters with more questions than answers...

Year 14 - [missing]

Year 15 - The Light Show Ends - Today the projection device created by MR, (Everyone still calls her the 'Mimarobe' as a sign of respect.) had to be shut down to conserve power. The Mimarobe often expressed to me her regret at not being more forceful with Captain Chefone in explaining the problem with Mima. She told me that if she could back in time she would say to the Captain:
"Just imagine what it will be like if Mima isn't here... do you understand how hellish the situation will become? My life is dedicated to this program and I'M TELLING YOU, IT WILL BURN OUT AND DIE! Imagine if people can temporarily go back to earth by turning on a light switch, now imagine if the bulb blows up, and there's no replacement..." "I know how important Mima is and you don't get it!"
The beam-screen seemed like a great idea at the time to keep everyone's spirits up, but in many ways it may have done more harm than good. People lost their minds staring all the time at something they knew they would never have...

Year 16 - [missing]

Year 17 - [missing]

Year 18 - The Time/Memorial Capsule - The Mimarobe was the one that came up with the idea for a time/memorial capsule. She (like all of us) has suffered greatly, but from time to time she would show a small spark of her old self. The idea, while slow to catch on, would eventually give those of us still left a renewed sense of purpose. (People now had a reason to get out of bed.) But, it was I who would take the idea and transform it into something greater. Our first attempt at creating the capsule was successful (it was little more than a metal box) but at the same time, as the Mimarobe pointed out it looked too much like a large coffin. I agreed. We could do better. We had to do better. But we had to be careful [missing] effecting power systems. I asked the Mimarobe if she could sketch a better design. After two days the Mimarobe presented me with a new design, it was beautiful, but simple, yet elegant. Above the sketch was were the words, "Heart of Aniara." The name was perfect. We would fill the "Heart of Aniara", with our art and our poetry, with our hopes, dreams and wedding rings. We would pour into it our stories, our struggles, our trials and tribulations, we would fill it with the tear drops from our very souls.
The "Heart of Aniara" is almost complete. It has taken an entire [missing] solid effort to build and everyone took turns polishing it, so now it shines like the golden sun. We also wrote [missing] and painted two large red hearts on the sides. It [missing] long and on the inside are different [missing] created using metal partitions. [missing] was instrumental in its consruction...

Year 19 - A Slight Delay - Disaster! Several Power systems, including all emergency back up systems across the ship have begun failing for some unknown reason. [missing] working around the clock to figure out what is wrong... I don't know how much longer we can hold on...
We finally found the [missing] will work for the time being, but [missing] restored power [missing] will do for now...

Year 20 - The Heart of Aniara - At last the time has come for our send off. Everything is ready. As the "Captain" of Aniara it is my great honor to commision this new vessel "Heart of Aniara". Behind me I heard someone whisper "vessel?". I continued, "It is my firm belief that the "Heart of Aniara" will make it back home to Mars and everyone will know our stories..."
A moment before send off, I told everyone to wait. Theres one more thing left. I then slid open a hatch on the side and told everyone that I hated to do this to them, but I was going to Mars with my family. The Mimarobe approached me with a half smile on her face and said in a very serious tone "Good Luck, Captain Benny", "tell everyone on Mars hi for us and that we wish we were there." I smiled and promised that I would. Then to my suprise all the others came up to me, with some shaking my hand and congratulating me, asking me to say hi to their family and friends as well. I then ducked down into the newly christened "Heart of Aniara." Then the hatch was sealed. A small rechargable electric candle that I brought with me, provided the only light. Knowing that we would be leaving in a moment I opened a small box, took Carmen (lock of ex-fiancée's hair) and Sarah Ann (small jar with dead fetus) and held them together in my left hand against my chest. I could feel my heart beating with a mixture of fear and excitement. I took out a small children's book with my right hand and began reading it from the beginning. It was my daughter's favorite. It was called "The Duck and the Noodle." "Daddy are we there yet?" I laughed as tears ran down my face and said "Yes, my little princess noodle were almost there."
The Memorial Capsule lauched into space with a loud whoosh...
(Mimarobe, MR) - When everyone had just got through waving goodbye and were getting ready to leave, the view screen turned on and with it a pre-recorded message from Captain Benny. "To celebrate this great day, I have arranged for you a "Grand Feast", then he paused. A few people exchanged questioning looks. Then the Captain spoke again. "You see", he said with a smile, "Unlike all of you, I saved my emergency rations. You will find them hidden inside the mattress in my quarters, enjoy!" "Also, you will find two bottles of wine, yes! real wine!" Before the video even finished several people had started shuffling as fast as the could to Captain Benny's quarters. The Captain wasn't lying, it appeared that he had indeed saved almost all of his emergency rations for some special occasion(s).
What a feast it was! To make it fair for everyone we took all of the rations and put them together to create a kind of giant stew. Each of us not only savored each precious spoonful, we cherished it as though it was a long lost loved one. It is not an exaggeration to say that each bite was chewed one hundred times or more and then held in the mouth for ten minutes or longer, swishing the pulpy liquid around and around. I even saw one person spit the food back into their bowl and then put it back into their mouth, over and over again. That seemed a little bit unusual to me, but everyone should enjoy their last real meal the way they want. As for the wine their was enough for everyone to have a shot glass filled to the brim. We talked about the "Great Feast" for months afterword...

Year 21 - [missing]

Year 22 - The Living Dead - (Mimarobe, MR) We've had to abandon almost the entire ship to conserve power, but basically were still good alive... I still dream about Isagel and our son from time to time...

Year 23 - [missing]

Year 24 - The Sarcophagus - A few remaining survivors, including the Mimarobe, sit cross-legged in a dimly lit room. One of the few survivors speaks in a rhapsodic manner about the divine power of sunlight on Earth.
The Aniara slowly descends into final darkness...

Note: Years 25 through 5,981,406 are missing.

Year 5,981,407 - Lyra Constellation - The Aniara, derelict, frozen and devoid of human life - reaches the Lyra constellation and approaches a planet as verdant and welcoming as Earth was formerly. It quickly passes by continuing on into the endless void of space...

Date Unknown - The Warm Embrace - Ages come, Ages gone, Aniara soon embraced, engulfed by warmth and shine, newest born crimson light, Aniara far from home, aflame, not even ashes remain.

Epilogue: Year 100 - The Triumph of Hope - Despite the faliure of many valiant rescue attempts, including all attempts at communication, we remain confident that those onboard the Aniara knew that they were not forgotten. It is difficult to imagine (the speaker momentarily shuttered), the impossible challenges they endured. The story of their lives will remain in the collective hearts of humanity for all time. It is our hope that we will do right by them, now and in the future. We vow to never repeat the mistakes of the past... and that is why today, on the one hundredth anniversary since the Aniara was lost, we reach across time and space to bring their souls back home, home to this sacred place... We hereby consecrate this new park as the "Aniara Memorial Park and Museum Complex." As you walk through these doors, one of the first things you will notice is the "Heart of Aniara" on display. Along the walls are the names and pictures of the passengers and crew, their artwork, poetry, and most importantly, the stories of their lives, their hopes, dreams and wedding rings...
Aniara Memorial Plaque: We ourselves are the sorrow, we are also the joy, everything human is rooted in humanity, and no human being can escape humanity, not her hatred and her self-degradation, nor the joy she spreads, nor the love she forms.

Date [redacted] - Project "Devil's Javelin" - Status report #[redacted] - As of today's date we are aware of a total of four "spear-like objects" [redacted] and has contextualized that there are many more as yet discovered. Because of [redacted] we now know they are made of [redacted] and probably come from [redacted] the first was found on Earth 86 years ago, at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean. The second one was discovered by the crew of the Aniara [redacted] years ago. The third was found here on Mars, near [redacted] and moved to its present secure location. The fourth and newest one was found when [redacted] the far side of the Moon. [redacted] buried inside the [redacted] impact crater. We have yet to discover the purpose of these "spear-like objects."
After [redacted] to prevent another type of incident. [redacted] have been able to gain access to the inside of the one here on Mars. [redacted] only after [redacted] and the entire team. [redacted] using the most advanced technology and research methods. Dr. [redacted] found [redacted] which is impossible and should not exist. However, we must now come to grips with the horror that this new revelation about humanity has [redacted] general public must never find out...
THE END?

Alternate ending 1
Year 5,981,407 - The Sarcophagus World Destroyer - As the ship Aniara descended towards the lush and green planet, the crew rejoiced. Or at least they would have if they hadn't all been dead. After thousands of millennia wandering through space, they had found a planet that was almost identical to Earth.
The planet's gravity was very strong, and the ship had become trapped in the planet's gravitational pull and started hurtling towards the surface.
The Aniara crashed into the planet with a deafening roar, causing massive destruction and sending out shockwaves that rippled across the surface.
As the dust settled, it became clear that the landing had been catastrophic. Plant and animal life had been completely obliterated, and the once green planet was now a barren wasteland. Soon not a single living thing was left to witness the horror and the devastation that had been caused.
Another beautiful, thriving, planet, a blue and green jewel, once teeming with life has been turned into a lifeless barren wasteland...

Alternate ending 2
Year 5,981,407 - The Second Chance Sarcophagus - As the ship Aniara descended towards the lush and green planet, the crew rejoiced. Or at least they would have if they hadn't all been dead. After thousands of millennia wandering through space, they had found a planet that was almost identical to Earth.
The planet's gravity was very strong, and the ship had become trapped in the planet's gravitational pull and started hurtling towards the surface.
One one-trillionth of a second after the Aniara crashed into the planet the mysterious spear-like probe on board finally awakened. A God-Like Power. In that one one-trillionth of a second the Aniara was scanned by the powerful probe and the events and lives of the crew had become known to it. At the same time, both the ship and the planet were saved by a force field of immense power. The ship was now resting safely on the surface of the lush, green planet. The probe had determined that the primitive life forms on board were worthy of a second chance at life and it was able to resurrect the entire crew and all the passengers from microscopic DNA that had been left. The Aniara was perfectly restored and even the Mima had been brought back. The crew and passengers awoke to find themselves in a veritable Garden of Eden, a paradise. Maybe this time things would go better and the mistakes from the past would not be repeated...





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2023.06.10 06:36 Icy-Rub-8803 A letter to my dead sister in law while on magic 🍄🍄

I’m allowing my brother to live in denial and I know that’s not healthy but I guess it is better than reality. Him knowing other people know that you and him both caused your death. I am so angry at both of you, and if I’m being honest mainly you. It’s your body you knew you should have stopped drinking and told him enough that it was killing you.
Now I’m left here picking up the fucking pieces.
Your children are left without a mother because you guys were so selfish in you’re thinking. I am now having to live through the pain of being the one here experiencing their first of many things by my brothers side seeing it tear him apart inside. My nephews, your children. Are having to face the scary world motherless all because you couldn’t put down the bottle. I am telling them good night every night and that I love them when it should be you.
I am so tired and hurt by what you two did.
The job of being the sister has gotten so much harder. Watching my brother, not wanting to live and telling him everything is going to be fine. Putting all of my pain to the side line to make sure everyone is fine. Putting a smile on my face every day, holding back the tears taking pictures like this is just any normal vacation.
I gave up myself so you could drink yourself to death
I loved my life, I had a stable job that’s not so stable anymore now that I moved. I had amazing relationship that was blossoming into something so beautiful that wasn’t ready for such a big move. I gave up my life to take on your responsibilities because you couldn’t say no to vodka.
Your selfishness bought a new meaning to my life, so I guess I thank you
My brother and I have not been this close since we were children. As much as I wanted to be a mom and it hasn’t happened now I get to be one to your children. I love the boys so much I have became so close to them. They come to me like they would you, but I know I can never give them the level of love you did no matter how much of myself I give up in the process of trying. I get to watch them grow and experience life by their side. My experiences have grown, because my brother is taking me with them to all these places you guys would be going. We’re going to Hawaii this year, I know how bad you wanted to go I’m so sorry I’m going in your place but no one will know the pain I hold as I smile and take the family photo.
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2023.06.10 06:34 flippenphil (OFFER) Trauma Center, the little mermaid, super troopers 2, yesterday, marauders, mr. holmes, scary stories, a thousand words, the dark tower, big hero 6, jungle cruise, strange world (REQUEST) Ambulance, the Menu, ISO on bottom / offers

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2023.06.10 06:34 Critical_Oil_6001 I was curious about a local legend. Now, what was supposed to be a week-long trip might turn into my eternal nightmare.

I just hope that people see this post, that they might start spreading the news before it’s too late. Something big is coming, something ancient, something older than any of us could have ever imagined. It might be too late. I don’t know what will become of me, of the people I love that I might never see again, by the time you are reading this. But I implore you to listen and take this story seriously, because it could save your life. Or not. I don’t know yet how deep this goes. If it’s true, if what I think is true…God help us. Nothing can save us now.
I’ll start at the beginning, because you need to understand how long this has been happening, and the implications of what is possible now that it’s getting worse. Over winter break, I went to visit my friend from high school, Jackson, in Vermont. He goes to Bennington College, studies Social Sciences with a minor in Linguistics. Smart guy. He used to write my papers for me in English class, and I would pay him back in six packs. That’s always how it was: him, studious and put together, and me itching to get outside. I was constantly on the move, biking through the forests behind my house, trail-running, building a treehouse for my little brothers, you name it. I wanted to get my hands dirty, get into nature. I guess that’s why I opted out of college, and went for camp counselor positions and summer gigs until I secured a conservation job with a park near home. Nature is important to me, and I want to do my part as the generation that has a responsibility to heal the world.
The outside was what called me to Bennington, aside from the fact that I missed my best buddy. I don’t remember when it was first brought to my attention, but I became aware of murmurings of Bennington’s rocky past online about a few months before I was set to visit Jackson. Being an experienced outdoorsman, I wasn’t afraid; on the contrary, I was rather excited to get out there and prove my worth to Jackson and his college buddies, who were far less athletic than I am. Looking back, I’m kicking myself for being so cocky. I can’t believe I ever thought of my best friend in that way.
From what I could see on the internet, Bennington College’s history was a long and often sinister one. There were videos about people vanishing into thin air: a girl wearing a red parka went for a hike alone and was never found, an experienced man leading an outdoor expedition disappeared in the woods, a woman fell into a stream, doubled back to the campsite to change her clothes, but never made it to the site, a man on a bus disappeared from the vehicle at a stop but left all of his luggage, a teenage boy was waiting in his mother’s truck and when she came back, he was mysteriously gone…I wish I could say these stories deterred me from poking my head somewhere where it didn’t belong.
Instead, I only grew more curious. What was going on in this so-called “Bennington Triangle?” I was in a unique position to investigate this phenomenon for myself. Many people hear about strange occurrences and the intrigue piques their interest, but they never have the chance to see it for themselves. But I could. I knew I could hold my own out in the wilderness—it was literally my job! Besides, I was a strong, slightly stubborn young man, built steadily, and I could protect myself well. What could possibly happen to me out in those woods, much less to a group of young college-aged men? The people who went missing most likely made one fatal mistake that cost them their lives, or maybe it was all just a big coincidence. Either way, I was about to find out for myself.
It was halfway through December when I left to meet up with Jackson. I got there on the last day of classes, and Jackson told me he would be busy until later in the day. I assumed he was cramming for a final, and I told him it was no big deal, I would meet up with him and maybe meet some of his buddies later. Besides, I had some plans of my own.
The most famous missing persons case in Bennington went cold, and is still unsolved to this day. The case is a tragic one, and I didn’t want to be insensitive by going around asking for information or throwing around names. Everything I needed, I found online. Paula Welden was the name of the girl in the red parka that went missing. Allegedly, she left campus one day to go on a hike by herself. She left the campus around 3pm and hitchhiked to an entrance to the Long Trail, a trail that runs for almost 300 miles from Massachusetts all the way to the Canadian Border. She wasn’t dressed to be outside for long, but as the story goes, she never made it back from the trail.
There was one sighting of her, however, that particularly interested me. A man reported that he had seen her running around, rather erratically, in the bottom of a gravel pit near the entrance to campus, and I wanted to see if there was anything left of the pit. Because I’m experienced with many different kinds of natural phenomena, I initially wondered if there wasn’t a natural explanation for her distressed behavior. I thought maybe there might be an insect nest or an infestation of small animals at the bottom of the pit that she might have disturbed, so I decided to check it out in my free time.
After the RA checked me in and I tossed my luggage into Jackson’s dorm, I packed a small backpack with essentials: water, sunscreen, energy bars, mini first aid kit, some rope, a utility tool, a flashlight, and a lightweight jacket. Then I headed out towards the pit.
The first thing I noticed was how much smaller the pit seemed. According to the eyewitness description of the incident, Paula was running up and down the side of a deep gravel pit, but what lay in front of me now was something much more shallow. I walked down into the center of what was left of the pit, but I could easily see over the edges. The small, dark fragments of rock crunched and ground together under my hiking boots, and the slowly sinking midday sun bounced off of the remnants of white snow around me. It was an unusually sunny day for winter, and the snow was, curiously, letting up for my visit. But the good luck for me ran out here—there seemed to be nothing to investigate at this location. My hopes of finding any evidence of insect or pest infestation that could have disturbed the girl were dashed, maybe buried several feet underground.
I lingered awhile, kicking at the bits of gravel in the small pit. I watched the small rocks scatter over the rest of the gravel, hitting up against the edge of the pit and rolling back down a few inches. I turned to go, but stopped. Maybe it was a trick of my eye, the sun reflecting harshly off of the snow and glinting in my sunglasses, causing me to not see clearly. I walked to the edge of the pit and kicked some more gravel at the side. The small rocks skipped across the uneven surface of the gravel pile, and scattered up the edge of the pit, farther than gravity should allow them to travel. I kicked more, and it happened again. My heart started beating faster.
I crouched down and picked up a small stone. I rolled it gently across the gravel, softly enough that it started to slow when it reached the incline of the side of the pit. I watched, astounded, as the rock slowly rolled uphill about a foot before coming to a stop. I gave a shout of excitement and jumped to my feet.
As I stood up straight I nearly fell back down. In an instant, my hearing seemed to go and I felt an overwhelming sense of claustrophobia. I spun around, thinking someone must be behind me, messing with me, but the sensation of closeness stayed pressing at my back. I spun around again, searching for an explanation. My head was fuzzy. I heard my footsteps, overwhelmingly loud, and I couldn’t hear anything else, almost as if my range of hearing was limited to my immediate surroundings. Like I was trapped in the pit. As soon as those words flashed through my head, the claustrophobia overwhelmed me, pushing up against the very air around my body. The silence built up inside my ears until all I could hear was my muffled footsteps, my desperate breathing, and the blood rushing faster and faster through my body.
I lunged for the edge, clambering up the side as fast as I could. Instantly upon passing over the edge the sounds of the late afternoon bore down on my ears. I stumbled and covered my ears, the chirping of the birds and rustling leaves almost too loud for me to bear.
It’s not that I was scared. Obviously, I was a little shaken up. As I hastened back towards Jackson’s dorm, I tried to rationalize what had just happened to me. Maybe I hadn’t drank enough water and I simply became dizzy. Maybe it was altitude sickness. Maybe a strange bug had bitten me and I temporarily lost my bearings. Nothing quite made sense. I tried to push it from my mind and focus on having a good first day, because soon I would be meeting Jackson’s college buddies.
When I got back to the dorm, Jackson was waiting for me. Fresh from the shower, his hair was damp and he was putting on a clean t-shirt. Pulling me into a hug, he expressed his excitement over my visit, asked me about my flight, what I thought about the campus—all the preliminary niceties. Internally, I breathed a sigh of relief. Even if he noticed, he didn’t pry and try to ask me about my slightly shaking hands, my pale face, or the vague disconnectedness with which I answered his questions.
That night eased my worries slightly. I ended up meeting Jackson’s group of friends and, together, we ventured into downtown Bennington. We hit a few bars and chilled at some of the many breweries in town. Live music, good company, and many, many beers did wonders on my nerves. By the end of the night, I had completely forgotten all about my encounter in the gravel pit. Jackson’s friends were nice guys, and I was too busy feeling proud about my best friend coming out of his shell in college. When he left, I had my doubts, but it was crystal clear that Jackson was really coming into himself at this school.
The festivities continued for the next few days: the guys were stoked to be done with their final exams and excited to connect with Jackson’s old friend, so we spent our time drinking and hanging out, bumping music and generally having a blast. It was almost enough for me to forget about one of the very reasons I was excited to be in Bennington in the first place.
It’s been a few days since that incident. I had even almost started to feel better about the whole thing. Maybe it was a mistake to poke around in old history, and maybe I should just focus on living my own life and fulfilling my own passions, working to heal nature as best as I can. But now Jackson and his friends want to go on a hike, and I’m starting to feel that same claustrophobia creeping back in. What the hell is out there, and why do I feel like I shouldn’t be messing with it?
Jackson chose the hike, not me. It was like him; he was the researcher, he was the one who looked at details, so he suggested we hike on the Long Trail. It intersected with the Appalachian Trail, and maybe I wasn’t paying attention when Jackson explained this to me, because it didn’t raise any alarms about the missing persons cases. Paula Welden went missing on the Long Trail, sure—but she wasn’t with a group of capable college guys like I was.
We packed some backpacks, crushed a beer or two for celebratory sakes, and set off on the trail. I let myself feel excited as we stomped through the trees, Jackson and his friends decked out in their matching red Bennington shirts from graduation. The hike was long. It was tedious. I don’t know when I first started noticing the weird aspects around us until about an hour in. The others didn’t pay any mind to these things, but I saw them: leaves drifting in the air with no breeze, snowflakes trapped in patches of sunlight, floating but unmoving, and that tree. It was a towering douglas fir, half-dead and reaching for the afternoon sun with bare branches. Each time I looked over my shoulder to check for hikers behind us or glanced ahead to see what awaited us, it was there. At first I assumed my eyes were playing tricks on me. After all, we had been hiking for a few hours.
Only when we stopped for a breather and Jackson pointed at a nearby stream did the weird things become too much for me. We were hiking on an incline, and we were exhausted, but when Jackson knelt beside this stream, it was flowing uphill. By then I was a little panicked. I freaked out, telling them that we needed to head back. Who cares if we hadn’t reached the halfway point yet? Was there even a halfway point? It felt like we had been walking for miles!
One of Jackson’s buddies opened up a map of the trail on his phone, and it was blank. He had service and bars, but the map was just…gone. Shocked with sudden fear, we immediately turned and headed back down the path. The sky darkened within minutes of us retracing our steps. Somehow, night was falling, despite us beginning the hike only a few hours prior. I tried to point it out, pulling Jackson aside when we slowed our pace to pass around a bottle of water. But Jackson was terrified and unfocused, and when I asked him what was wrong, we realized that one member of our five-person group was missing. How had we not noticed?
So, we made a U-turn and headed back up the mountain. Twenty minutes later, we found his torn university shirt. I turned the red fabric over in my hands, panicked and bewildered. When I looked up to scan our surroundings, I saw that same Douglas fir directly to my left. I was shocked, and the rest of the group must have noticed. We looked at each other and saw the panic rising on our faces. What the hell was happening?
I only had one goal at this point: we had to get down the mountain to call for help.
We decided to do our best to follow the trail on the way we came up, but only once daylight broke; it was difficult to make out the trail in the dark cover of the night, so I insisted it would be too dangerous. Someone could fall and get seriously injured, we could all get separated in the dark, or worse. So we did our best to hunker down and build a makeshift shelter to wait out the night, but it wasn’t easy. I can only describe the sounds we heard as otherworldly. Despite the lack of animals in the woods, nature seemed to be alive around us. The clicking of bugs kept me wide awake, but the noises were louder and deeper than I had ever heard. The baying of giant wolves, so close I imagined them coming up directly behind us. The snuffling of something in the underbrush, but from a cavernous creature larger than any moose could ever be.
Where had these animals been in the daytime? Why did it feel like they were surrounding us now?
I don’t know how I ever fell asleep, but when I awoke in the morning, the sun was beating down on us. From the sheen of sweat on my forehead to the dreadful pit in my stomach, I could tell something was horribly wrong.
When I scrambled to my feet and glanced around the area, I realized that only Jackson and I remained at our site. It was us, the clothes on our backs, and the demure amount of leftover supplies in our pockets: keys, gum wrappers, half-eaten power bars, and anything else that was ultimately unhelpful. We had been stranded on the forest floor, us against nature, as if something had swooped in from above and whisked Jackson’s friends under the pitch-black cover of the night.
I frantically took in our surroundings, peering into the bushes and pushing through thorny shrubbery. There were no tracks, no drag marks. Not even broken branches. I told Jackson we had to get out of there, and fast. I knew we needed to find the closest trailhead and book it down the mountain. Jackson ran so fast he nearly chipped a tooth on a steep hill. He was trying to keep up with me since I was faster by a long shot. All that sports stuff in high school paid off in the moment, so I almost felt bad leaving him in the dust. I called back over my shoulder to him every minute or so, making sure he was there.
He stuck with me for the most part. His t-shirt got torn by overhanging branches at one point, leaving a nasty scrape almost as red as the decimated fabric. I found myself struggling to remember if he was wearing that shirt to begin with, back when we started.
Then I decided I was losing it. It was like a fight against nature, Jackson and me against the blaring sun and sloping trail. Eventually, Jackson starts glaring menacingly at the passing scenery, cursing loudly and deliriously at everything surrounding us.
When we stumbled upon a trail marker, we barely had enough energy to celebrate. While we caught our breath, I tried to calm Jackson down. Something told me that cursing out Mother Nature wasn’t the best idea right now. Whatever was sicking the elements on us wouldn’t appreciate the nasty things he was saying about them. But he was terrified, and nothing I said could slap any reason into him. I had to lead us to safety, get us out of here.
Suddenly, I heard a sound in the distance. But unlike everything else we had heard so far, this one was man made. Jackson heard it too, and started yelling about a helicopter. He made a break off to the left, towards the sound, and I bolted after him. Somehow, he burst out into a tiny clearing.
Ripping off his red Bennington shirt, he started calling out and waving it in the air like a rescue flag. He jumped and shouted, but as the helicopter got closer, the unbelievable happened. The clearing started shrinking, tree branches reaching from either side to close the gap and obscure us from the view of the pilot. Jackson screamed in fury, cursing the forest like never before.
Then the chopper must have been lowering down towards the treelike because the wind picked up, blowing in circles around us like the blades were inches from our heads, faster and faster, more violent by the second.
The brush beneath our feet blew up in the air along with the topsoil and dead leaves, obscuring our vision. We could hear each other gasping for breath, trying to keep the debris out of our eyes and coughing. I flung my arms out into the space around me, calling for my best friend and reaching out for his hands. But then I felt something shift. The decaying leaves around me smelled stronger. The wind became more vicious. The earth trembled beneath my feet, and I thought I felt something looming above me, breathing down my neck but also looking straight into my unseeing eyes.
Then it clicked. Jackson's red shirt, the gravel pit, Paula's erratic behavior, the other missing hikers...something was picking these people off, luring them deeper into the woods where they were sure to never be seen again. Did the color red cause whatever it was to literally see red, like a sick, twisted joke? Like a giant bull in front of a matador? What kind of creature could it be? Such a stealthy hunter, a commanding presence that made man tremble at the sensation of its mere aura...I couldn't even think about it without snapping my mind.
Before the flurry of leaves and moist earth settled back onto the ground, I knew Jackson was gone. I knew the chopper hadn’t seen us and that I was on my own now. I tried not to panic as I felt like every hidden eye in the forest was staring me down, sizing me up. I took off blindly, but where to, I didn’t know. After what seemed like hours of desperately sprinting, I saw a pile of rocks in the distance. Shelter, I thought, and decided to rest there for a minute to get my wits back about me.
Then I had an idea. With what little juice I had in my phone and whatever cell service luck would afford me, I knew I had to send out a warning. For some reason, I didn’t think about myself. I didn’t think about dying, disappearing, or whatever had happened to my friends. If the nature around me would be the thing to end my life, so be it. I had decided to dedicate my life to nature long ago: to save it from my fellow man, to preserve its beauty, and to keep it out of the wrong hands, the people that wanted to use its power for evil and to bring about the harm of those around them. I know it sounds ridiculous to be thinking about when my life was at stake, but I knew it was what I needed to do.
From my makeshift hiding spot in the rocks, I began furiously typing my story with what little battery I had left on my phone. When my hands started cramping, I used the voice option. I didn’t care. I just had to get my story out there.
For an hour , I’d been trying to put it all down in words. I couldn't believe my luck, that my battery hadn’t run out yet.
I had almost gone to the end when I felt the same creeping silence begin to close in on me. It was as if the forest was falling silent around me, and that silence was racing in on all sides, but it was different from when I was in the gravel pit. There was more to the sensation this time, not just the sinking, breathless feeling and the loss of hearing.
Somewhere deep within the forest, but at the same time, only miles away, I heard an awful rumbling sound, something I’ve never heard before. Nothing like the helicopter, not even the giant animals I was convinced I had heard in the night. I can't even think of a word to describe it, but it filled me with a frantic kind of dread that I’ve never felt before. I feel it in the ground. My entire body wants to run as fast as I can, but it’s like I’m glued to the ground. I taste metal in my mouth like maybe I bit my cheek or the dirt from the wind or I bit on a rock, I spit and I can’t get it out. I’m going to open an app and copy and paste it so people can know while I still can type I’m shaking so hard they have to know.
And the smell I’m smelling it’s like fruit that’s gone ripe, but it keeps getting more ripe, a sickly sweetness that keeps building mixed with the smell of the richest earth imaginable.
This is happening now, I’m smelling this now and It’s it’s like I’m trapped under the shadow of some thing bigger something that’s taking the shadow away from the trees and I can’t see the shadow of the trees anymore and the ground around me is trembling. It’s like I can hear the trees calling out to whatever it is, that’s walking towards me or flying I can’t tell, everything is stretching and growing out towards me. No behind me above me something is coming. I’m I feel better right I feel better than I have in days or however long I’ve been out here I’m not thirsty anymore. I’m not hungry anymore. I feel fuller stronger smarter. My mind is overloading. I’m thinking of 1 million things like I don’t know if I can speak anymore it’s like, it’s like I’m fruit like I’m a ripening on the vine and this giant wings beating above me and the smell is too much I
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