#Fare Matrix

[simpingforbots]

What if human ended up in Transformers One universe before and as the story unfolds.

PART ONE

Sentinel Prime

When Sentinel Prime first saw you he was disgusted. You were still on surface, running amuck with those dears, trying to survive and hide from Quintessons the best you can. Of course he first though was to just kill you, yet seeing how small, week and fragile you were, decided to use it to his gains. It did not take much of effort to catch you, being huge and you being small, easily catching up to you and wrapping you in his servo, squeezing a bit to hard to intimidate you and to bring you in to submission. Upon his return to Iocon you were presented as a sole survivor of you species when Quintessosn attacked you and "your people" and he, Sentinel Prime, was there just in time to save you from their clutches. Immideatly you were welcomed by every bot with warmth and the productivity increased, so Sentinel kept you for him self as a pet, putting a collar on you, if you tried to run he would punish you - refusing food and squeezing you a bit to hard until he can hear bones crack under the pressure. It did not take to long for you to submit to him, to scared to do anything "stupid". He would totally treat you like a chihuahua - carrying you every where, dressing you up in most expensive attire he can find and would fancy gold on you. Gold jewellery, gold chains and gold collar. and you can not leave his sight at all thanks to the chain and Arachnid. After all, why would you ever want to try to run away from your saviour.

Orion Pax

On one of his runs to the library he would accidently stumble upon you hiding from every one in a vent, something he was using to get in to library, scaring the shit out of you. you almost gave out his location if he didn't grabbed you and shut you up, without hurting of course. he was surprised just how small and week you were, so he had to ask him self just how you managed to survive so long on your own. and he could not just leave you all her by your self. Bringing you back to the mines was simple but taking care of you was a bit harder then he though. humans are completely different to transformers, needing different things to survive, like organic food, shelter and plenty of rest. And it was hard to provide. All the shady places he went to just to get thing the human needed to live comfortably. Of course D-16 was not a big fan of another mouth to feed, especialy with how many shenanigans Orion gets him self with authority, but after some time Orion managed to make D-16 change their mind. So the human has to get used to cuddling and non stop speaches about better future and legends about matrix of leader ship.

D-16

Orion brought the human to their quarters and to be fare that he was not to happy with the idea of taking care of something so week and useless. They could not do any thign to help them, the mines were far to dangerous and they were just to small. Though there were a few perk. Far to soon D-16 found out that being small is useful with getting things from hard to reach places, easily squeeze in and retrieving them, and steal things to. No one watching out for something small to steal a few cubes of energon from elite and bring to him. and something else to. it was good to find another person who would listen to his rant about Megatronus for hours, looking at him with wide eyes of curiosity. So when human started bringing him little Megatronus trinkets he allowed him self to dote on human.

Elita

Lets just say it was not something she expected to happened. She was aiming to be promoted and already had servos full with Orion and D-16 shenanigans, and with Darkwing breathing down her neck - it was clear that taking care of something pathetic as human was out of question. She did ignore you for sometime, trying her best no to squash you as you ran around, hiding in boxes, behind rocks and equipment, avoiding her bosses attention. After some time though she was quite impressed by your survival skills and staying out of way so she decided to try and trap you. Thankfully she had some access to information and manage to improvise. After fighting with shady cellar she managed to obtain something strange that was not made out of metal, just like you, and placed it in a trap she set up. Though you were smart enough to quickly outsmarting Elita's trap and escape with meal, hiding away, which did frustrate Elita quite a lot. She was the best, so how did you managed to outsmart her? She tried again and again, doing her best to hide that it was trap, but nothing work. Until she just gave up and placed another "meal" for you at the entrance of your hidey hole before catching you her self, wrapping her servos around you. Elita was quite shocked to see just how fierce you are, trying to worm and wriggle your way out of her servos, letting out strange noises. and how squishy you are. She took you back to her charging station, a separate room for her due to her rank, how ever small it is, and kept you in a glass box. You had every thing you needed to be in good shape - a ring to run in, place to rest and enough water and meal. Time to time she would swoop you out just to dote on you or spill all the frustration out, telling just how every thing went on her shift, happy to have someone to listen to her. and she found it enjoyable to dress you up, no matter how much you protested, not to fond of bows and cute clothes.

B-127/ Bumblebee

Another cycle of watching trash burn was rudely interrupted with you falling down the chute, screaming and scrambling away, all while B-127 stood there shocked, trying to process what just happened, before scrambling to catch you. There was not much space for you to run, no crack to hide and a big bot trying to catch you - it really did not ended well as you were hurt. Your sides hurt, even if all the trash you fell with managed to slow you down and cushion. As soon as you were in B-127 servos he was on cloud 9 to have someone else for company besides Steve, Ep-508 and A-atron. Not you though. You immideatly got bombarded with his non stop talking, regretting to explore trash chute for something edible with every second, but even you knew if some one was in solitary for so long they would go crazy. So you become his outlet, something to held his crumbling sanity together and so far he kept you safe, helping to salvage something edible to pull though another day and keep him company to insane bot. It did not help that Badasatron also was incredibly touch starved, petting, hugging and snuggling you when ever he could, even in his sleep, so you were basiclay trapped and any attempt to live was met with "puppy" eyes.

[scogito]

In questo Sistema ogni persona si incarna in un Programma che gli permette di "vivere" in una struttura sensoriale.

Tale programma è come un codice dentro cui si "incastra" l'Essenza.

L' estratto di nascita è la struttura del tuo codice di collegamento alla Matrice e di extra collegamento con la Fonte.

Le tante pratiche antiche con cui si leggono le caratteristiche di nascita non sono altro che sistemi di analisi capaci di tradurre un codice. Molte pratiche sono state largamente distorte.

Capire il Programma di nascita significa fare un passo verso la comprensione del proprio Sé. Ovvero della propria Essenza in forma stabile con la scelta dell'esperienza terrena. Il Programma non può essere mutato fino al trapasso (ritengo inoltre che spesso si torni a completare cose irrisolte); anche chi cambia nome in realtà conserva sempre le energie di nascita.

Ignorare il proprio Cammino è la prassi per l'80% degli abitanti di questo Sistema, che sopravvivono abitualmente in frustrazioni varie o profonde, non accorgendosi mai di quale sia l'origine della loro insoddisfazione.

La morale della storia, se ce ne fosse una, sarebbe che qualsiasi vita portata avanti senza avere alcuno Scopo di sè stessa, è una vita condannata a reiterare l'illusione della Matrix.

L'unico modo per uscire dal tuo Programma è compierlo in evoluzione.

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@scogito

[carionto]

Aliens are floored by tardigrades

Life is pretty resilient. It has to be, especially if the rest of the Galaxy thinks we're from a Deathworld. In comparison then, if their planets are not as demanding, would life there ever be under enough pressure to survive to go to the extreme lengths that some Earth creatures do? I think one of the most profound things aliens might learn from Earth and Humanity is just how powerful life itself can be.

That itself could shake their understanding of themselves - a billion year old civilization could never even conceive of a thing we accept as simple fact, ushering a revolution in thinking not seen in eons.

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The Galactic Coalition scientists are busying themselves with obtaining, analyzing, categorizing, and integrating the libraries of information Humanity has brought with them as they incorporate into the greater space faring matrix of civilizations.

A good grasp of Physics, though lacking in certain fields for now; unmatched Engineering doctrines, they really do think of everything, although, perhaps, better to say - they really do attempt everything, then take notes and improve for the next attempt.

Chemistry is another fine addition to the collective knowledge base, a disproportionate part of the catalogue is comprised entirely of explosive reagents and combinations - always good to know more about what NOT to do.

And Biology. Oh boy. What a chaotic but beautiful but also disturbing mess. Life on most planets has a long period of just chugging along, surviving as best it can, until eventually something has the bright idea to evolve the ability to have bright ideas. Then in almost no time at all (on a cosmic scale) a dominant intelligence emerges and civilization alongside it, and in the blink of an eye it finds itself exploring the stars.

A similar pattern happened on Earth, but interrupted alarmingly often by utter catastrophes. Humans call them Mass Extinctions. It is exceedingly rare to find life that can talk about its own extinction events. Kind of deflates the term a bit. Life on planets as inhospitable (by Galactic norms) as Earth tends to be found only as fossils, and almost always on the microscopic level - very rarely do they get the chance to form more complex and advanced lifeforms before the planet with its harsh conditions and scarce resources kills it just as randomly as it spawned it.

We were incredibly saddened to learn from the Humans that the biodiversity of Earth had dwindled by roughly 85% since they accidentally created that giant hole on their planet, and that it had already been on a steady decline before then. Even so, when they revealed there were still 2.4 million species alive on Earth was a shockingly high number. Most are on the brink of extinction, yes, but the fact remains that Earth is easily one of the most biodiverse planets in the Galaxy.

Then we started looking at each individual species and learned about the Tardigrade.

what

It is literally the toughest creature ever discovered, and it's not even close. At least, so far, we haven't looked at absolutely everything Earth has or had yet.

It can just... basically turn itself off and then back on again when the outside becomes livable again - Cryptobiosis, or suspending their metabolism, something we considered only possible through artificial means. And the levels of various extreme they can endure and still be alive would just be utterly ridiculous if they didn't give us samples to confirm for ourselves.

Then we came across the term Extremophile and just decided to take a day off.

[gallifreyanhotfive]

Random Doctor Who Facts You Might Not Know, Part 27

The Eleventh Doctor once mentioned that he had gotten married a lot. One of those marriages might have been to Captain Jack Harkness, but he wasn’t sure since there were so many people in the room at the time.

Cricket is a leftover race memory from the gruesome Krikkit Wars. The Krikkitmen wore outfits similar to human cricket uniforms. The fact that this outfit was recognizable by many as that worn by those who wanted to wipe out the rest of the universe apparently did not stop the Fifth Doctor from wearing precisely that outfit.

The Terrible Zodin is the third most wanted criminal in the galaxy after the Master and the Rani.

Martha Jones blogged about at least a few of her TARDIS adventures on MySpace.

The Eighth Doctor continuously lied to his companion Lucie Miller about her aunt. Her aunt had long ago been replaced with a Zygon copy, and she only found out when she was comatose and overheard them talking about it while having an out of body experience.

There is an opera based on the Doctor.

The Doctor - and probably other Time Lords - have two more ribs than humans do.

Ace once managed to lift the TARDIS (albeit an alternate universe one) with a single hand while she had a broken arm.

A Gallifreyan expletive is "Otherf-" (he was cut off but you can guess the rest).

Soul catching is a Time Lord rite in which a Time Lord would transfer their mind into that of another before assimilating into the Matrix.

The Eighth Doctor also had a sexual encounter with Bernice Summerfield.

The Third Doctor recalled never being taught Venusian aikido. He theorized that he had learned it in a previous life before the Doctor existed.

It is possible to swap bodies while in Gallifreyan telepathic contact.

N-Space has been referred to as the Five Hundred and Third Universe.

Queen Elizabeth I originally had the Tenth Doctor tortured and sentenced to beheading as a spy. She had given him a stay of execution for a picnic, during which the Doctor proposed to her.

Kate once witnessed the Fourth Doctor get his scarf caught in a door. He had thought he was caught in some sort of force field.

Lolita (the Master's first TARDIS) believes that Time Lords were created by her mother (the Matrix) in order to give TARDISes a purpose.

The Fifteenth Doctor took Ruby Sunday to Manchester in the future. While he was telling her all about figures from Manchester's history, oblivious to his surroundings, Ruby noticed that they were standing on tram tracks and were about to be run over.

Ohm is an old, mad god of the Time Lords.

Before crashing into Isaac Newton's tree, the out of control TARDIS took the Fourteenth Doctor and Donna to several places, including the Western Front in 1917, 200000 BC, the Battle of Hastings in 1066, and 1970. All of this while under attack by space-faring squid creatures.

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28

[diceriadelluntore]

Storia Di Musica #380 - Jefferson Airplane - Live At The Fillmore East, 1998

Martyn Balin era un artista creativo nella San Francisco di prima metà anni '60, che era sul punto di diventare, come l'intera California, nella nuova terra promessa americana. Era pittore oltre che musicista, ma dopo aver ascoltato Mr Tambourine Man di Bob Dylan decide di mettere su un gruppo musicale. Lo fa pescando tra i suoi amici musicisti, e sceglie un cantante e chitarrista, Paul Kantner, il bassista Bob Harvey, il batterista Alexander "Skip" Spence, che diventerà un personaggio e una cantante di chiara cultura folk, Signe Toly Anderson. Dopo un po' viene ingaggiato un ragazzo di Seattle, come chitarrista, Jorma Ludwik Kaukonen. Con questa formazione, Balin ha un'idea: fare un posto dove la band possa esibirsi liberamente. Il 13 Agosto 1965 inaugura The Matrix, e quella sera si esibisce con il suo gruppo, i Jefferson Airplane, e tutti e due, sia la band sia il locale, diventeranno due leggende della musica di quel tempo. Lo strano nome si vuole, secondo le interpretazioni più maliziose, al nome in slang del mezzo fiammifero usato per tenere l'ultimo pezzo di uno spinello, anche se Kaukonen sostiene che fu lui a suggerire come riferimento il nome di un oscuro bluesman suo mito, Blind Lemon Jefferson. Sia come sia la band, che inizia a mischiare il folk, il blues e le prime avvisaglie della rivoluzione psichedelica in arrivo, ha un successo incredibile, tanto che la RCA, nel Novembre del 1965, li mette sotto contratto con un anticipo che farà scandalo: 25 mila dollari (che valgono 300 mila adesso).

Registrano il primo disco, Takes Off, e l'accoglienza tiepida porta la band a stravolgere la sua formazione: se ne vanno Anderson e Skip Spence (che fonderà i Moby Grape), entrano Spencer Dryden, che ha una base di batterista jazz e una cantante, che segnerà un epoca, Grace Slick, già con The Great Society e autrice con il marito Jerry di due brani che dona alla nuova band: Somebody To Love, che diventerà l'inno della "stagione dell'amore" e White Rabbit, canzone scritta sotto l'effetto di un "acid test" allora tanto di moda, basata sull'ascolto di Sketches Of Spain di Miles Davis, che racconta del viaggio magico di Alice nel Paese delle Meraviglie sulla base ritmica del Bolero di Ravel. È la svolta.

Con dischi mitici come Surrealistic Pillow, 1967, After Bathing At Baxter's (1967, che è quasi un inno free form), Crown Of Creation (1968, con la famosa copertina sulla minaccia atomica, che contiene altre gemme come Triad, scritta dall'amico David Crosby, e Lather, da una poesia di James Joyce) si posizionano ai vertici dei gruppi della Bay Area: sono meno "magici" e fantasmagorici dei Grateful Dead, sono meno elettrici dei Quicksilver Messenger Service, ma sono capaci di accostare l'anima folk degli esordi a ballate acide, politiche, con insistiti riferimenti al mondo della droga, della liberazione emozionale, dell'amore libero.

Uno degli incontri della loro vita fu con l'impresario Bill Graham, che per un po' fu il loro manager. Graham è un altro dei grandi personaggi del periodo, e li mette sul palco del leggendario Human Be-In, il concerto tenuto al Golden Gate Park di San Francisco nel 1967, e che apre di fatto la Summer Of Love. Graham inoltre era il proprietario di due dei più famosi teatri musicali d'America, il Fillmore West a San Francisco e il Fillmore East a New York, che sono stati i palchi su cui sono state suonate alcune delle pagine più memorabili della musica live di tutti i tempi. E proprio nel Fillmore sulla costa orientale le sere del 3 e 4 Maggio i Jefferson Airplane si esibirono in uno dei loro concerti più belli e famosi.

Live At The Fillmore East esce solo nel 1998 per due motivi: il primo è che una delle grandi rivoluzioni delle band della Bay Area fu la registrazione totale delle esibizioni, con picchi incredibili di materiali live (faccio riferimento per esempio alle centinaia di Live dei Grateful Dead, che da anni costituiscono una sorta di catalogo a parte) poiché nelle nuove radio era comune non passare materiale in studio ma direttamente registrazioni live; il secondo è che il progresso tecnologico ha permesso di ripulire e perfezionare le registrazioni dell'epoca per offrire ad una nuova generazione di appassionati la bellezza di quelle esibizioni.

La scaletta presenta il meglio della loro produzione dell'epoca: si parte con The Ballad Of You And Me And Pooneil, che è una canzone scritta partendo dal versi dei famosi racconti di A.A. Milne su Winnie The Pooh, ed è modellata sulla struttura al lavoro che il folksinger Fred Neil aveva fatto in quegli anni, cioè canzoni folk ma che hanno, per l'orrore dei puristi, le chitarre elettriche come sfondo: di Neil cantano anche una cover di Other Side To This Life, dal suo album meraviglioso Bleecker & MacDougal del 1965. Ci sono White Rabbit e Somebody To Love, dove giganteggia la voce di Slick, c'è Today, una canzone che Balin e Kantner volevano scrivere per Tony Bennett che durante le registrazioni di Surrealistic Pillow incideva di fianco a loro ( e che nella versione in studio ospita, nell'ipnotico riff di chitarra, l'amico Jerry Garcia). C'è la jam session di Thing, da cui prenderà spunto Bear Melt, che appare in Bless Its Pointed Little Head. C'è anche quella Fat Angel scritta da Donovan e dedicata alla band e a Grace Slick, qui in versione scintillante. La band suona alla perfezione, siamo al massimo dell'amalgama e della convinzione, cose che verranno rimarcate con il leggendario Volunteers (1970), l'album più politico della stagione californiana, con la presa di posizione forte sui temi della rivolta studentesca che dai campus californiani si stava diffondendo un po' ovunque, e che ha alcune gemme in Wooden Ships, scritta da Stills & Crosby, We Can Be Together, l'accorata Volunteers e la mia canzone preferita dell'intero catalogo, Eskimo Blue Day.

Dopo questo disco, il passaggio agli anni '70 cambia anche tutta la storia della band: ci saranno sconvolgimenti, cambi di formazione, gli Airplane diventeranno in seguito Jefferson Starship e una miriadi di progetti solisti, che raccontano dell'implosione di un momento irripetibile sia per la musica rock e sia per la storia cultura del mondo occidentale.

[lets-try-some-writing]

Random question, but how good do you think the ‘Bots and ‘Cons would be at cooking? Does the Matrix happen to have any tips or knowledge of the culinary arts? Would the kids be of any assistance to the ‘Bots, or would they also fail at cooking? For some reason I think Miko would be really bad at making anything with more than 5 steps but make a really good grilled cheese sandwich. You think they would fare any better at baking?

Heck yeah this is funny.

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Cooking on Earth

As a general rule, cooking is not really a thing on Cybertron, at least not as it is on Earth. The process of creating energon based fuels and treats is more of a purification than any real chemical bonding or serious alteration as commonly seen in human culinary works. As such, when the team brought the children under their care and were then hit with the realization that they needed to fuel their small wards, issues arose immediately.

Arcee could hardly process normal energon, much less cook anything to save her life. The only human food she is capable of putting together is boxed macaroni and cheese. Even then, it still isn't all that good. She either adds too much butter or none at all. Her milk additions make dish look more like cereal than anything else and quite frankly she somehow manages to burn the noodles despite that fact that it should be nearly impossible. The children don't like her attempts at cooking, but if pressed, they will consume her noodle dish. She has attempted baking but has only succeeded in burning the wall in an attempt to quote "make sure the cake was fully baked".

She is not allowed in the kitchen alone. Ever.

Bulkhead has been met with limited success in all things gelatin. He can't make much else unless he is putting sauce on pre-ordered food, but gelatin he can do. On Cybertron he was known amongst the Wreckers for his banger jellied energon, even earning minor praise from Ultra Magnus. Thankfully for everyone, the same general concept applies to human jellied treats, and so Bulkhead is able to make gelatin without killing anyone. Of course his flavor profiles are rather... off. He has no clue what actually is constituted as good food for including in gelatin, but he tries his best.

Smokescreen and Bumblebee can make a mean grilled cheese, but only if they are working together. One must have their optics on the food while the other plays music in the background while grating cheese. If either of them get distracted or only one is present, the results are wild and worthy of a fire extinguisher. Bee has attempted soup before, and surprisingly, once in a blue moon he can make a really good potato soup. It is close enough to preparing energon rations that he can manage it occasionally. Smokescreen though? He has been given a lifetime ban from the stove. He somehow manages to make a really good salad despite that. It is largely just him throwing random green things in the fridge into a bowl, but it works generally.

Ratchet does not cook. Optimus has forbidden him to cook despite the Doctor wishing to figure out the strange science. The only time he tried cooking, he made actual poison and almost fed it to the kids thinking it was a nutrient dense supplement. Since then he has been confined to the realms of baking, which thankfully, is not too foreign since he can and has made spectacular energon goodies in the past. He knows how to work heat related tools well enough to make really good cupcakes. He can't do frosting though. Its always chunky or pure liquid sugar. Miko still eats them, even if they are a little burned sometimes.

Ultra Magnus can cook, on both Cybertron AND Earth. He just refuses to do so. Period.

Optimus for his part, despite his knowledge, can cook in theory. He knows how it should work, and so largely depending on the resources given to him and his level of focus, he can make a mean dish on Cybertron and Earth. His specialty on both worlds is a variant of shepherds pie, something he lived and vented back on Cybertron due to how cheap it was at the local restaurant. Of course the names of the dishes and the ingredients differ, but the concept remains the same. And so as long as the dish requires no decorum, Optimus can make it fairly well. However if asked to bake, the Prime physically cannot. The singular time he made the attempt, he came away covered in soot and with a lifetime ban from the baking items.

When it comes to the Decepticons, Megatron does not cook, period. On Cybertron he was a fantastic brewer of high grade, but that skill does not translate over well. On the Nemesis, he has a small personal brewing station where he will occasionally whip something up for himself. But that is a rare treat. He has taken the time to study human brewing methods though, largely out of a desire to mock their efforts. This of course led to some experimentation on his end, which in turn resulted in better high grade than what he was capable of producing before. He will never admit where the jump in skill came from.

Knockout and Breakdown love to make cake specifically. They can't even eat the stuff, but they like seeing how big and how grand they can make it. Hours are spent dutifully baking cakes to perfection, molding them, and then decorating them. Usually its done after Cybertronian sites, but off an on they will make human tourist locations out of cake. Breakdown also experiments with chocolate and has become relatively good at making realistic chocolate molds. These, along with Knockout's cakes, he takes to different places around the globe to donate. He may not be fond of humans, but waste is not acceptable.

Starscream is by far the best chef out of all present Cybertronians, and that is only because he fragging hates that Gordan Ramsey is better than he is at it. Starscream has devoted a ridiculous amount of time to cooking JUST so that he can curse right back at the human chef and prove himself superior. No, he does not know where it stemmed from. No, he cannot even eat what he makes. But frag it all he will get that beef wellington right or he will die trying. However against all expectation considering his considerable cooking ability on Earth, he can't cook on Cybertron to save his life. He never needed to, so he never learned.

Shockwave doesn't cook. He makes purified energon and that is all. He doesn't even bother learning anything else. Why would he? Its not like he can taste or appreciate anything complicated. Arachnid does not cook either, and that is largely because she sees it as beneath her. Soundwave is in a similar boat and does not bother... unless it comes to making cat treats. Those he will go through the pain of working with tiny human tools to manage in order to lure in the furry creatures.

Dreadwing can only make noodles. And only from the box. He has no explanation.

[drdemonprince]

I've noticed a pattern in anticapitalist books I read (specifically I'm talking abt Mark Fisher here, in Capitalist Realism). They do this great anticapitalist analysis etc and then go on to critique their students? and sometimes it's a bit ableist? it's like all the critical thought goes out of the window and they cannot understand the situation because for once suddenly they are in the authoritative position. It always gives me this "I don't understand these kids, back in my day-" vibe, and I see this with lecturers at university too. like Mark Fisher maybe we can think outside the box about your student who "needs" headphones to focus in class "even though no music is playing". and maybe it's not to do with the "Matrix"(????) I'm well aware this was written in 2008 but it's weird that I see this pattern continue today. Not to mention Mark Fisher took part in some ableist studies, and was a guy with questionable intentions on occasion.

it's like you Just said that reducing labour is good why are you calling your students lazy, that's so unprofessional and privileged. I wonder of coincidence that he is anti-meds when his right wing, pro-eugenics, accelerationist friend was addicted to amphetamines.

Or even just the amount of people who have written books about laziness and anticapitalism (excluding you) and just saying the most contradictory shit ever?? or not following their own ideology???

Anyway, I wonder if, when writing Laziness Does Not Exist, you came across any of this and were equally as baffled.

Materialism is just *so* true that high-status academics don't have a vested class interest in seeing their student struggles as legitimate or in recognizing the struggles of disabled people in general. For many edgy academic leftists having the correct opinions is just a way to flex one's intellectual status, not a lived experience they give a shit about. I'm not shitting Fisher in particular in saying this, it's more that it's a really widespread problem in the culture of these kinds of (very white, very academic, very cishet) leftists communities. You see the same kind of thing among some of the Chapo stan types, too, you don't have to be specifically an academic to do it -- lots of people throwing around the r-slur and flexing on how much they have read and doing fuck all for the oppressed people around them. I tend to find it especially common among people who inherited leftism from their (often academic) parents? Whereas leftist communities populated by Black & brown anarchists and working class people tend to fare a lot better in this particular respect.

Note that I'm not saying a person's identities are a guarantee of them being any more radical -- there's lots of liberals lurking in our midsts of all identities for instance -- more that someone's orientation toward power tells you a lot. and unfortunately there is an approach to leftism that puts a lot of stock in either institutional power via the academy, or in a kind of soft power of intellectual authoritativeness that tends to punish anyone who is supposedly less well read, less intelligent, lazy, needs disability accommodations, has trauma triggers, or what have you.

The simple answer is that power and privilege obscures other people's challenges from you, and the desire to preserve one's power (be it actually institutional academic authority or just the status of the person who supposedly knows the most in the room) leads to a lot of oppressive behavior. a lot of these guys that you're talking about believe in communism sincerely but they don't have humility, they believe themselves to be superior to most everyone else. and they tend to be white guys from wealthy families who either do not have any disabilities of their own, or they have the undiagnosed intj mastermind rational flavor of autism that makes you feel incredibly alienated from others but interpret that alienation as a sign of your intellectual superiority. (i had this type but i got better. a little)

[raffaeleitlodeo]

Matrix

E chi me lo doveva dire che sarebbe stato Zuckemberg ad avvisarmi che i servizi segreti mi stavano spiando? Potremmo chiamarlo il “paradosso Matrix”.

Venerdì scorso ero in treno, in viaggio da Roma a Bologna. Mi arriva un messaggio su Whatsapp: “Ciao Luca. Informazioni importanti sulla sicurezza. Questa è una comunicazione di sistema”. Penso subito a quelle truffe del tipo “papà ho perso il telefono, mi mandi i soldi?”. Scrollo, e mano mano capisco che non è uno scherzo. Meta, la multinazionale che gestisce i vari social e wathsapp, mi informa che il mio telefono ha subito un “attacco” da uno spyware molto sofisticato, che ha avuto accesso ad ogni contenuto presente all’interno della memoria, “mettendo a rischio la mia privacy”. Meta mi consiglia di cambiare telefono, perché lo spyware è cosi potente da non poter essere rimosso. Ma poi mi dice che se sono “un giornalista, o un attivista della società civile”, potrei trovare interessante rivolgermi a CitizenLab, per saperne di più, e mi mette un link per contattarli. Alle 18 sono in una casa e mi connetto in videocall con questo centro di ricerca basato all’Università di Toronto. Efficentissimi, mi spiegano che l’attacco informatico “è di alto livello”, che il tipo di software utilizzato è dei più sofisticati al mondo, ed è in uso solo ad agenzie governative. Si chiama “Paragon”, prodotto dalla Pragon Solution israeliana, e come dichiara la società stessa “fornito all’amministrazione Usa e ai suoi governi alleati”. I “target” di questa operazione mi spiegano, sono 90, sparsi in diversi paesi, e sono “giornalisti e attivisti sociali”. CitizenLab offre il suo supporto alle vittime di questa storia, ma per il telefono non c’è niente da fare: bisogna proprio buttarlo. Me l’ha ammazzato Paragon, ed era quasi nuovo ( mannaggia ).

Ora lo stanno dissezionando, per trovare tutte le tracce dell’incursione spiona. Ovviamente a me risulta chiarissimo il motivo di tanto costoso e morboso attenzionamento: chi si impegna nel soccorso civile in mare, e nella costruzione di reti di aiuto alle persone migranti, incarcerate nei lager libici o deportate nel deserto dalle autorità tunisine, è spesso trattato come un criminale, un “favoreggiatore dell’immigrazione clandestina”. Ma se tutta la narrazione sulla “lotta agli scafisti su tutto il globo terraqueo” si è sciolta nella pozzanghera putrida della gestione del caso Almasri, anche questa della cyberwar contro soccorritori e giornalisti d’inchiesta sgraditi al governo, promette bene.

In fondo siamo tutti spiati, ripresi, fotografati, registrati. Non servono i servizi segreti, bastano le protesi ipertecnologiche delle quali sembra che non possiamo più fare a meno. Siamo, come in Matrix, sempre connessi alla “macchina”, che ci inietta realtà virtuali funzionali al potere, dai magici effetti onirici sulle menti e dagli effetti anestetici sui corpi. Ma tutto questo strapotere sulle moltitudini che abitano questa parte di mondo, poi rivela come in questo caso, i suoi lati deboli: Matrix è anche la multinazionale della comunicazione, in competizione di “affidabilità per il cliente” con tante altre sul mercato, che ti manda l’alert per avvisarti che sei spiato dai servizi. Che ti consiglia anche di rivolgerti a chi, nel mondo degli spiati, si sta organizzando non solo per scoprire quando ti spiano, ma anche per trovare soluzioni tecnologiche che possano impedirlo. E quindi, io che non conoscevo CitizenLab di Toronto, mi sono fatto dei nuovi amici, alleati nella lotta contro le macchine.

Ma in fondo, cosa possono essere se non macchine, senz’anima né vergogna, coloro che con la scusa della “ragion di Stato”, fanno morire degli innocenti nel mar mediterraneo, o li condannano ad un inferno come quello che hanno ideato e costruito in Libia? Chi, se non ciniche macchine, si presenta davanti al paese per rispondere della incresciosa vicenda di un torturatore fatto fuggire e addirittura accompagnato al suo posto di lavoro in pompa magna, e in mezzo ad una montagna di ridicole bugie, non trova nemmeno il coraggio di dire che quei torturati, quelle ragazze stuprate, quei cadaveri pronti per le fosse comuni, sono inacettabili, chiunque ne sia il responsabile e qualunque sia la ragione di stato o non di stato?

Siamo dentro Matrix certo, e siamo un’anomalia. Siamo quelli della pillola rossa, e dunque tanti agenti Smith ci spiano, ci pedinano, orchestrano provocazioni per fermarci. Ma non ce la fanno, questo è il punto fondamentale. La loro costruzione del Male, ha difronte una “cospirazione del bene” che li preoccupa, che piano piano si allarga.

Ragionevolmente, ma davvero spiare a questo livello, dei giornalisti e degli attivisti che praticano la solidarietà, è questione di “sicurezza nazionale”? Ma chi ci crede? Forse, nel nostro caso, siamo anche in presenza di una Matrix, ma all’italiana. Una “Amatrixiana”. Ci scommetterei che quelli che si sono fatti beccare nell’operazione Paragon, sono i nostri. Luca Casarini, Facebook

[tgrailwar-zero]

It probably would be better to go to the Port first, we got stuff to do there too -- spar with Slayer, go see our son, our debut theater performance.. :D

REDD: "Well, how about this. We'll be hanging around the Port a few days after arrival before we head back across, so just meet us then and we can handle the treasure."

RICHARD: "We're back!"

'RATHOTIS': "Thank you for your patience."

…Wait. When did RICHARD get a new outfit?

RICHARD: "I bought some war supplies, some cooking supplies, and I saw a rather fetching-looking outfit, so I decided to get it."

…This guy.

[ You gained Mana Shard (x3), you gained Ether Shard (x2), you gained Cooking Supplies and some Ingredients, you gained Mystic Code: 'Wandering Rock and Roll'! ]

[ Check RICHARD's Matrix for Mystic Code details! ]

[ You lost 1500 PPT! ]

'RATHOTIS': "Is it about time to set off?"

REDD: "Seems like it! Best pay up now! 200 for you and your group! And last call for any other landlubbers!"

…At this point, you saw OKUNI approaching, reaching into her kimono. Money smoothly exchanged hands before you had to do anything, meaning--

[ OKUNI paid your boat fare! ]

OKUNI: "Knocked the price down for me, and this isn't a bad pick either. Good job!"

She patted you on the arm before ZANZABUROU lifted her up onto his shoulders, and walked onto the ship.

You saw a few other people pay and file on, lining up as they began to board onto the pirate ship with excitement.

REDD: "Alright! Let's get started! All aboard-- Fool's Gold Pirates, away!"

The pirates roared, the passengers cheered, and you cast off.

Before you knew it, you were on the open waters. An endless blue, where you began your trip to the Flicker Port.

…The Port... YIN was there.

You had said 'hello' and 'goodbye' to him far too soon, and the rumors surrounding him didn't sound that great.

He didn't seem like the type that relished in tyranny… but he was a fearsome and finicky god. If his mood was thrown out of wack, who knew what could be going on with him-- especially if he was locking himself away for so long.

That was, unfortunately, an issue for the future.

Right now, you were sailing, and couldn't exactly go anywhere else. This would take a while... a couple days at least, if everything went smoothly.

Looking around, the ship was pleasantly busy, everyone had quickly found something to do with their time.

LANCELOT had re-materialized, and you saw that RICHARD was idling around him-- seemingly in the midst of an arm-wrestling competition with one of the other passengers.

OKUNI and ZANZABUROU were talking with one of the pirates-- it seemed as if they were making some kind of deal.

RATHOTIS pulling out what seemed to be a rather complex board game, opening up the instructions and a few others had crowded around him curiously.

[silvercap]

This is SO improbable but RE has enough bioweapon fodder than Leon could be gagged further than just taping of even sewing his mouth shut.

See, there's a scene in the first Matrix film where Neo is defiant to his interrogaters, and demands a phone call.

One of his interrogators simply says that well... a phone call's rather useless without a mouth, isn't it? :)

And Neo's mouth then proceeds to melt shut before he realizes it, and his horrified screams come out as little more than wheezes when his mouth is replaced by nothing but smooth, unbroken skin.

Leon might not fare that much better. :)

(Also the scene is on youtube for reference!)

OOOOH YESS I know the scene you're talking about 🤭🤭 and then they have to suck the creature bug out of him later >:)

Anyway!! That could be fun 👁️👁️ I'm imagining some sort of Spiderman webbing situation, where the BOW effectively seals Leon's mouth for a while... but melting/melding his flesh together permanently could be fun too for body horror purposes tee hee. Some kind of bio-organic compound that clings almost seamlessly to his skin? Keep him from calling out etc.

Much to think about!! Ty for sharing that idea anon 👀 sounds like fun!

[confused-rat]

So I saw your post and oh boy, this is a doozy.

Lily hates The Walking Dead (despite never watching it) because her ex was a fan of it.

She hates The Matrix because either her ex and/or sister were huge fans of it.

She hates Beauty And The Beast because it is both one of her sister's and her ex's favourite Disney films.

She hates Steven Universe and She-Ra (only ever hate-skimming them, which doesn't count as actually watching them) because, once again, her ex really enjoyed them.

She hates Baldur's Gate III (despite barely playing) because, surprising absolutely no one, she learnt her ex loves it.

She hates the Original Star Wars trilogy because her horrible, abusive dad loved them.

She hates Breaking Bad (despite never watching it) because she learnt her sister loves it.

She hates videos games like Final Fantasy, Metal Gear Solid, Resident Evil, Tomb Raider, Max Payne, Mortal Kombat and Wing Commander (despite never playing any of those games) because she hates gamer-bros and the kids who loved those games would bully her in school.

She hates Arcane (despite never watching it) because she hates the League Of Legends fanbase.

She hate the fantasy-adventure cartoon genre because she hates the fans and the very concept of lore and high-stakes.

She hates Full Metal Alchemist (despite never watching it) because she hates the fans as she saw them made dark jokes about a certain tragic moment, which would lead her to dismiss the entire series as "edgy garbage" (again, without ever watching it).

She hates all anime and references to anime because she hates the cool kid anime-fans from school who, when hearing she only watched Hamtaro, Hello Kitty, The Care Bares, The Get-Along Gang and other "uncool" fare, bullied her relentlessly. That and, from pop cultural osmosis, she thinks the notorious hentai Legend Of The Overfiend represents ALL anime. No exception.

Hmm, notice a pattern?

Pettiness is a hell of a drug.

(Though I do have to point out, Lily was on her SU hate-train long before she and Lizzy ever separated, the SU is Garbage video was uploaded 3 months before the break-up. Her hatred for the show likely came from fans recommending it to her and being forced to cover it for content. Which is still pettiness tbf, just not over an ex.)

[rustingcat]

Season

Nature can't be controlled. Kara did try on several occasions, but time and the passing of the seasons can't be stopped. She tried that as well.

The babies' growth was nearly complete, and Kara felt like no time had passed while also feeling like it's been ages. Everything was ready for them, and now with a new room available for them in the house, they even made sure that the new home office doubled as a play room if needed. Of course there was the reason for the addition, the reason being Kara officially moving into Lena's room, their room. 

Their new relationship status sure changed some things, she could wake up next to Lena each morning, kiss her whenever she liked, not feel guilty appreciating her – an act she did not even realise she was doing until she stopped – and just got to be open with her, fully open with her, in ways she couldn't before. But then on many fronts nothing had changed at all, their talks, dates, movie nights, their day to day life felt oddly the same, as if they were part way there and just needed the last little shove, which was probably true if Kara was honest with herself.

There were no major life threatening enemies, no major scandal, no political turmoil – all good things of course, but as the editor-in-chief of a major news company, Kara was bored. She was leaning against the office balcony hoping for something interesting to happen when her special alert went off.

The pods!

Kara was so excited about it that she managed to drop her phone twice while trying to unlock it. Opening the special app they made for the matrix, she saw the notification letting her know that pod number two was ready to be opened.

"Nia! You're gonna be a mum!" Kara may have run slightly faster than humanly possible to get to Nia's desk.

"Um, I know?" She replied in a confused tone.

"No, like right now!" Kara emphasised.

"Oh! Shit let's go!" Nia jumped to her feet, collecting things into her bag in a quick succession.

"Want a lift?"

"Yes, get me there as fast as you can! Oh wait, I need the baby bag."

"Brainy left it in the lab 5 days ago."

"God, I love this man. Okay, take me to my baby Kara!"

"Ahhh! Let's go!" She was practically jumping with pure glee.

Kara really tried to make Nia's flight as comfortable as possible, but she may have gone a bit faster than intended out of sheer excitement. Nia didn't seem to mind. 

The pod was indeed flashing green, both Lena and Brainy were already typing away on the console.

"How…?" 

"Teleporter," Lena answered before Kara could even ask.

"Anything we can do?" Nia asked in a plea.

"Kara, get the baby cart and beds, Nia, blankets." Lena quickly took control of the situation. "Brainy, how are we doing on starts?"

"First Apgar seems to be clean. Blood work is perfect and shots administered and I see no negative reactions. She's perfect."

"Alright, get ready for the drain."

Kara nodded, taking a quick x-ray look at the pipes to see they are properly connected before taking her place. They prepared for that in advance, practicing the events several times just in case. They even made sure the room temperature would be slightly higher than normal so it wouldn't contrast too much from the temperature in the pod. The water got drained slowly, revealing a tiny little light green skinned baby with a shaggy brown patch of hair. Kara collected the infant with the soft towel to drain away the remaining liquid and moved her to the blanket Lena had prepared in advance.

Kara passed the baby to her new mother who was already crying before she even held her. Brainy was not faring better, drying away his own tears on his sleeve as he stood behind his wife and admired his new daughter.

Kara shared a look with Lena. They smiled at each other, both relieved everything went alright, and just very thrilled for their friends. Friends who probably deserved a moment alone.

"I'm gonna make some calls to start your maternity leave," Kara announced as she headed to the door.

"I'll call the national city hospital to register her." Lena lifted her own phone from across the lab door." Just before I go, does she have a name yet?" Lena asked still in a professional tone just as she approached the door.

Nia and Brainy shared a joyful look.

"Nellie. Nellie Nal." Brainy announced. 

Lena exited the room with her just as Kara finished sending the mail to HR. She already had hers prepare in advance as well, along with a temporary replacement she was training.

"I can't believe she's here." Lena dropped her professional in control act the moment she met Kara's gaze.

"I know," Kara nodded, her eyes becoming blurry as she pulled Lena for a hug.

She held her girlfriend tightly, focusing herself on Lena's smell and touch to ground herself. They noticed Nellie's faster development early on, they hypothesised it was due to her Coluan genes, so they knew she would probably be born before the twins, but Kara couldn't help but be a little bit jealous she was here before them.

"Alright," Lena wiped away a small tear as they pulled away from the hug. "I should probably notify the hospital," she gestured to the phone and data pad in her hand.

Kara nodded, and put a small curl behind Lena’s ear.

Lena smiled and kissed her softly before walking away to make the call.

Kara filled out a couple of glasses with water and walked back in the lab, hoping the young couple had enough alone time with their daughter. Nellie was laying on top of her mother as her father prepared a bottle for her. Kara melted a bit at the sight.

Nia noticed her first, smiling as she whispered to her daughter. "Hey Nellie, do you want to meet your aunt Kara?"

And there were the tears again. Nellie was perfect indeed. Eyes closed, the little infant waved her little hand with her even tinier fingers and Kara's heart skipped a bit.

She looked at Nia dead in the eye and announced, "she is the cutest little thing ever."

Nia chuckled and agreed.

When Lena returned they did another set of small tests and sent the happy family home.

Lena pulled her closer that night and promised that they'll meet them soon. Kara couldn't wait.

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[blade-liger-4ever]

Hi Blade my friend I hope you are faring well, I, was wondering why you hate Transformers Animated so much? I did love it but I can see your point about not having Primus in it

Because it mocked the characters remorselessly.

Optimus went from this pinnacle of goodness on par with Galahad to a glorified Peter Parker but with 0% of the charm. He was a washout, was basically Joe blow off the street who made mistake after mistake while consistently blowing his lid at virtually everyone. Optimus is this pillar of virtue we're supposed to aspire to be, not the Everyman who we can relate to. We relate to Optimus through his paternal masculinity and his virtues, not him being "an ordinary guy". That's what the others are for.

Bumblebee is supposed to be the adorable selfless bean, not a bratty kid who shouldn't have even been in the Elite Guard. He had more purpose in TFP than TFA, and contributed far more to the conversation than his self-absorbed aft ever did in TFA. All he did there was disobey orders, goof around, and overall be useless.

Bulkhead in TFA was an insult to men in general. He's the giant, stupid klutz who can't add 2+2, then by some miracle can create Space Bridges out of wholecloth? No, get lost, that's every single playground idea of how boys are.

Ratchet was practically a heartless grump of an old man. I don't care that it inspired TFP Ratchet, that was just disturbing to see from him.

Prowl......I can't begin with Prowl without thinking of all the worshipping fans of his. Like, your ideas for him are something you lot hivemind-ed in the first place, and now you all hivemind that TFA Prowl is the greatest thing since sliced bread? Pits of Kaon no, get lost with your psychopathic take AND your stock ninja warrior sack of crap. The real Prowl, as was presented in G1 ('Cause guess what, fraggers, you wouldn't have all your darling BS without it) was a normal guy who knew how to have fun in his offtime. Keep your headcanons to yourself, especially when they're that toxic.

And Elita, oh my gosh....

If not for TFOne's existence, I'd ask how you could mess up such a perfect woman.

Like she was her own character, her own history, EVERYTHING! And YOU COMBINED HER WITH AN EIGHT-LEGGED FEMME FATALE?!?!?!

Get the heck outta this franchise, whoever snorted cocaine and came up with that. You are a gutterbrained sack of potatoes, without the nutrients.

And then it's all just the crappy, postmodern "God isn't real, nothing has any actual meaning [evidenced by how Sparks hold no meaning beyond bringing what amounts to glorified mannequins to life], so do whatever you want without worrying about consequences, because they don't matter in our atheistic world!"

All this is disgusting and an insult to the franchise and to God, and the people who made it in the first place. I mean imagine how you'd feel if the character that is the legacy of your older brother was manhandled like Optimus was in the show. How happy would you be? And if not in TFA, you'd have to be heartbroken over what happened to him in Rise of the Beasts.

The only worthwhile thing out of that show was Blitzwing. He was actually well done, and he was the only good thing to come out of the show, at least after the Elite Guard (and even then, that was preceded by the end credits finally rolling.)

Everything else, especially the degradation of the Prime rank and Matrix of Leadership?

There's your door, take it before I throw you out.

[cleoenfaserum]

CUT IT SHORT with SHORT FILMS (1300)

Short films are favorite movies of mine without caring on the genre as are written short stories. For the sake of argument, lets say It emulates the type of world we live in, FAST and FURIOUS on a short fuse. However, I follow the Spanish saying (lo bueno y breve, dos veces bueno), that is, what is good and brief, doubly good or twice good. I have brought you several short films. Whatever you make of them, they are excellent pieces of work, I consider them a work of art.

My first story is about Nelly, a girl who locks her mother out or locks herself in, her house on her ninth birthday and starts posting videos on her moms phone on the internet. As the mom attempts to get inside the house, all her attempts fail, the video content becomes increasingly threatening as public services, police, fireman, etc intervene as locksmith was unable to open the doors.

The director: Jonas Steinacker Nelly's Story (2022)

I lived through a similar scenario, however not so dramatic, when my daughter was 4 years old. A neighbor called at the house in the building I live on the ninth floor. My wife and I at that time were the building's community secretary. A neighbor called at our door asking us to look at something in the hall on the same floor that he thought needed fixing. My wife and I went to see what it was when my four year old daughter slammed the door on us and neither of us had the key to open the door. We used the neighbors phone, called a lock smith, explained and he quickly came over, opened the door, we thanked and paid him, all the while my wife is calming and hugging my daughter. They were anguishing moment but more or less under control. So I can easily relay with the story.

link https://youtu.be/EbcEFMp8xl0 source ladydedlock origin Aug 2 Nelly's Story, a very powerful short film about kid influencers by Jonas Steinacker (subtitles are available). Nelly's Story, an Austrian short story with subtitles directed by Jonas Steinacker produced in 2023.

My next is so crazy that nothing made any sense to me ...

link https://youtu.be/BF8kYYqWiOE source junkyarddemento origin Aug 2

Leaning on sex, style, and tech this cool animated short falls somewhere between MTV's Liquid Television, anime, and THE MATRIX in a neo-dystopian world. Since I hardly understood anything, I went to AI Copilot for help on the matter and here is the conversation that transpired:

Urbance (2015) is a visually striking animated short film created by Joël Dos Reis Viegas and Sébastien Larroudé. The film is set in a neo-dystopian world where sex is prohibited due to a deadly genetic virus. The story revolves around underground nightclubs where teenagers engage in dance battles and consume illegal substances to escape their harsh reality.

The creators, Joël Dos Reis Viegas and Sébastien Larroudé, are talented Canadian designers with experience in Hollywood films like X-Men: Days of Future Past and the Godzilla reboot. They aimed to blend Japanese anime influences with Western urban culture, resulting in a unique and edgy visual style1.

Despite its complex and somewhat chaotic narrative, Urbance has garnered attention for its bold vision and high-quality animation. It was initially funded through a successful Kickstarter campaign, raising over $200,000 Canadian dollars.

link https://youtu.be/X3ZeGx_xIQc source junkyarddemento origin Aug 7 Director Michael Rich Writer Michael Rich

THE QUEUE (2023) I'd give it the highest compliment I can pay to this film. It plays like an episode of a horror anthology series. The high production value and unique story, really help make it stand out from the standard haunted house or slasher fare one comes across online. It should come as no surprise that Michael Rich's film has had a successful film festival circuit run, gaining acclaim and awards. Give this a look if you want to watch a deeply dark yet interesting horror viewing experience!

[lunamagicablu]

Ti trovi qui sulla Terra in un momento straordinario: un momento di trasformazione, risveglio e ricordo di chi sei veramente. Forse lo senti già: nel profondo, sai di essere qui per una ragione. Sei un essere divino che sta vivendo un'esperienza umana. Eppure, in questo mondo pieno di rumore e distrazioni, abbiamo ampiamente dimenticato come funzionano veramente le cose. Come funziona veramente la creazione. Come plasmiamo la nostra realtà, consciamente o inconsciamente. Cosa succederebbe se ti riallineassi completamente con la tua Coscienza Superiore e con la vera Fonte del tuo essere? Cosa succederebbe se andassi oltre l'illusione della limitazione e risvegliassi il tuo vero potere creativo, riattivando la memoria della Fonte Creatrice, oltre questa matrice, dentro le tue stesse cellule? Questo corso ti porta in un profondo viaggio di scoperta. Un viaggio in cui non solo imparerai come funziona la creazione, ma la sperimenterai. Passo dopo passo, il ricordo si risveglia dentro di te: il ricordo di chi sei veramente e di come funziona veramente la creazione. Così puoi creare la tua realtà, non dalla paura, dalla scarsità o dal condizionamento, ma dalla pura essenza del tuo essere. Da questa profonda riconnessione, inizierai a percepire il tuo Scopo Divino. Non sei qui per caso. Sei qui, in forma umana, per portare qualcosa di completamente nuovo nella collettività. Non si tratta di fare, ma di essere. Essere chi sei veramente e ricordare la tua profonda connessione con la Fonte. Esplorerai come è strutturato l'Universo, come energia e coscienza si fondono nella forma e come tu abbia un ruolo unico al suo interno. Sei pronto a sollevare il velo e a percepire la verità dentro di te? Evelien van Ommen ************************** You are here on Earth in an extraordinary time—a time of transformation, awakening, and remembering who you truly are. Perhaps you already feel it: deep inside, you know you are here for a reason. You are a divine being having a human experience. Yet, in this world filled with noise and distractions, we have largely forgotten how things really work. How creation truly works. How we shape our reality—consciously or unconsciously. What if you realign completely with your Higher Consciousness and the true Source of your being? What if you step beyond the illusion of limitation and awaken your true creative power—by reactivating the memory of the Creator Source, beyond this matrix, within your very cells? This course takes you on a profound journey of discovery. A journey where you won’t just learn how creation works—you will experience it. Step by step, the memory awakens within you—the memory of who you truly are and how creation truly works. So you can create your reality, not from fear, scarcity, or conditioning, but from the pure essence of your being. From this deep reconnection, you will begin to feel your Divine Purpose. You are not here by accident. You are here, in human form, to bring something entirely new into the collective. This is not about doing—it is about being. Being who you truly are and remembering your deep connection with Source. You will explore how the Universe is structured, how energy and consciousness merge into form, and how you have a unique role within it all. Are you ready to lift the veil and feel the truth within yourself? Evelien van Ommen 

[epitome-the-burnkid-viii]

An open note to the Ex/disowned family/in-laws, friends, husband, co-workers, community who are still gang stalking me for leaving you all behind over 20 years ago for trying to steal my inheritance, reputation, identity, and life itself:

I always knew what you all were up to and knew it was a matter of time before the universe and the law caught up to the lies, fraud, violence, and manipulations you employed to cast illusions to destroy my life in hopes of justifying stealing my inheritance with false promises from my evil satanic cult family/in-laws I have done everything in my power to break free from. I don't want my ex back or anyone else who joined this covert lynch mob of dick witches with the primary goal of splitting up my marriage for an occult romance scammer Ponzi scheme that involves rituals, torture, and literal human sacrifice for profit. He was a con artist and gold digger who conspired with both our families to deceive me, torture me, confine me, smear me and think that character assassination will somehow allow them to steal my inheritance hoping that if i'm unfit the money is theirs? Nothing justifies this theft and violence, especially not things such as lies, religious abuse, spiritual warfare, narcissistic abuse, reactive abuse, identity theft, psychological warfare, law-fare, and/or the many other tactics they have enchanted or hexed themselves into believing some inverse reality/simulation based on the 3D matrix.

All of you need to turn yourselves in and return the money, you have been living off my money for decades while I have struggled to live because some family/friends implanted lies with black magic into my ex husband's mind to exploit him and sacrifice him too so he could be their fall guy. Seriously, this is not an individual story. This is a large crime syndicate acting against a collective in tandem and acting in unison. Stop the energy harvesting, destiny swaps, and other deranged expressions of vengeance your cohort had employed via these so called secret societies while you are all at it.

DO THE RIGHT THING AND MAKE THIS EASIER FOR EVERYONE!!! It will only get worse if you keep acting in defiance to universal law, so seriously... Justice is on my/our side, grow up and quit casting illusions.....

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