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boccher · 3 months ago

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related to last reblog. the AI panic as it exists on social media right now, decoupled from any real analysis of labour relations, is a mass epidemic of millions of people giving each other moral OCD.

you people discard anything that isn't completely pure; you flame a music artist and spread callouts about them for using an AI generated soundbite as a sample, you boycott a movie for using an AI tool to clean up audio recordings, you disavow an entire scientific field for using AI for statistical modelling, you send death threats to some 15 year old kid for playing with character AI. you have this compulsive need to signpost being "anti AI" every time you are "tricked" into feeling a genuine emotion. you are so afraid of experiencing an emotional response to "morally corrupt" art or technology you think it's gonna turn you into a "morally corrupt" person.

there's no end goal to this behaviour, you're going to keep categorising your feelings into ones that you are "allowed" and "not allowed" to feel; you're going to keep resonating with things that you don't fully morally agree with, you're going to worry yourself sick by fighting the part of yourself that appreciates aspects of it. It's an endless spiral. stop encouraging each other with this behaviour, it's like the pro-ana shit all over again.

just let yourself feel for fucks sake. your emotional response to a shitty little AI voice clip of ben shapiro talking about lolita dresses has no bearing on what you believe is good for the world. and I know you people are trying to suppress your emotional responses the way you comment "this is the only good use of AI" under any popular comedic AI generated video, cuz apparently comedy is the only emotion exempt from moral interrogation for most of you

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sailorspren · 6 months ago

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I'm not a cosmere theories freak but I do have one theory I'm very passionate about which is that the pure tones of Roshar sound like sine wave synths! Let me explain :) I am taking "pure" to mean "consisting of only one note (and no overtones)", which is basically the definition of a sine wave. A sine wave is the representation of a single frequency with no harmonics and is considered an acoustically pure tone. Sine waves don't occur naturally - real world sounds always have overtones, in varying quantities. We can synthesize sine waves, however, and they sound like this (I played it in different pitches so you can get an idea of the timbre):

Here's a visual representation of a sine wave:

So this is what I imagine it sounds like when Dalinar opens a perpendicularity, or when singers hear pure notes in highstorms. And because the sound of a sine wave is so unnatural, it would really stand out and feel otherworldly on a planet that doesn't have modern technology - and I feel like that fits the description.

We also know that it's possible to use tuning forks to play the three pure tones of roshar and pull the matching types of light out of gemstones. While acoustic instruments can't produce a truly pure note (aka a sine audio wave), tuning forks come pretty close. They initially produce high overtones, but those fade out quickly, and then the forks keep resonating with a pure tone. It makes sense that tuning forks are the closest Rosharan humans can get to synthesizing a sine wave!

There's also the fact that Raboniel can sing the pure notes and get the lights to respond, while Navani can't. Is it just because Raboniel's pitch is more accurate, or do singers have an physiological ability to produce notes with less overtones? This is really interesting to me...

And one more fun thing to consider. You know what other instrument comes pretty close to producing a pure tone? The flute! Hoid gave Kaladin a flute... idk if it actually has any reasoning behind it but I really hope it does 😂 imagine how cool it will be if it will be used for musical magic system stuff

#cosmere #stormlight archive #stormlight theories #cosmere theories #rhythm of war #rhythm of war spoilers #cosmere music theory

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david-talks-sw · 8 months ago

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"The Acolyte" wasn't 'woke' propaganda.

I had my issues with the show (you can check out my other posts to see what they were) but there's this notion that The Acolyte was created to spread The Message™ of "woke propaganda"... and I think there's a bit of a mix-up going on, there.

Because that's simplifying things a lot.

When you're a minority, you're not "being woke" when you're just being yourself! Conversely, you're not "writing to be woke" when you're a minority drawing inspiration from your personal experiences to tell a story.

I talked before about how George Lucas implemented elements of his personal life in his own films. In his own words:

"There's no way to write without writing from yourself. Y'know, the stuff gets made out of things that you care about… whether you've actually lived them or not. There are emotional issues that you deal with, and I think that's always a major factor with any writer. I don’t think— it's hard to write without having some kind of emotional connection to the material. I've never seen any reason not to. It’s easy to write that way. It's hard to write in the abstract. So when I write a scene, I write a scene that moves me or I care about, or is something that is personal to me." - George Lucas, Q&A with Lynne Hale, 1994 (StarWars.com)

Any piece of writing worth some salt needs to come from a personal place to some degree because that's where the heart of the story, the truth, lies. That's what an audience will relate to.

Example: The six original Star Wars films are purely George Lucas. As in, everything in those films, from the characters, to the cinematography, to the editing style, etc are all a reflection of who George is as a person and what he stands for:

anti-Vietnam / "fight the corporate & imperial machine"

60s-70s white kid from Modesto, California

single father of three

who defines himself as Methodist-Buddhist,

has an anthropology major and

a passion for Kurosawa,

cinema vérité,

cinema history in general

art and visuals and

car racing.

You see all that in those films.

Same thing with The Acolyte.

Leslye Headland drew from her personal experiences.

Among other things, Leslye is gay. So that's what she uses as inspiration to, for instance, craft Qimir's character motivation.

"I was on the treadmill being like, “What is [Qimir] gonna say?!” And my wife, who is a huge part of my creative process, finally she said, “What do you wanna say? Stop thinking of it like you have to somehow tap into a different guy.” [...] I was like, “I wanna say that people don't want me to exist as a gay woman, as a woman in this particular space, working in this wild sandbox.” There was a whole crew of people who believed in me, but deep down, I felt like, “I am unaccepted for who I am because of what I believe in and wanting to wield my power the way I'd like without having to answer to the legion of people that just exist out there.”" - Leslye Headland, Collider, 2024

She took this specific life experience of hers, and then made it more universal, so that a bigger audience could relate to it.

"By the way, I think everybody feels this way. I think that's why it resonates when you're honest about yourself, and you get personal about it. When [Qimir] says, “I want freedom,” that's what I want. I just want freedom. I want to be able to just be out there and be myself and be the type of artist I want to be without having to answer to anybody." - Leslye Headland, Collider, 2024

Same goes with Osha and Sol's relationship, or how she defines the Jedi Order. It derives from her own relationship with her father and how she felt being raised straight, in a Christian household.

If you have the time, listen to this audio clip where she describes that.

In the context of the whole interview, her voice goes down a few octaves and starts to crack a bit. This is a vulnerable moment, when she's talking about it... and it's this experience that she turned into fuel for her writing of Sol and Osha's father/daughter bond.

"There's this thing that's called benign sexism, and part of it is this paternal protectionism — it seems like this good thing, but like you said, there's this, “I have to protect you from everything. I have to make sure you're okay. I have to tell you what track to get on, and then once you're on that track, I need to support you.” Ultimately, what happens is — again, this is a father-daughter relationship — as women evolve in their lives and develop their own personalities separate from their fathers, at some point, they have to reject that protectionism. [...] She cannot stay a little girl or an adolescent or young adult. She has to, at some point, say, “I reject what you have told me I need to do to make you proud, to follow in your footsteps.” She has to do that." - Leslye Headland, Collider, 2024

Now... if we're talking consistency with the themes in Lucas' Star Wars, then yeah, The Acolyte misses the mark.

The Jedi Order isn't the patriarchy or the Catholic Church. They're more like Buddhist monks, George has stated so multiple times.

The Jedi teachings aren't narratively meant to be the same traits found in toxic masculinity or benign sexism.

When a Jedi tells you to be mindful of your emotions, it's not meant in the "boys don't cry" sense.

When they talk about letting go of attachments, it's not meant in a stoic "don't get emotionally involved" sense.

Anakin too, the whole point is that he's wrong, the narrative frames his fall to the Dark Side as his own fault, it's not meant to be perceived as a failure in upbringing.

But she's not the only one who does it. Filoni does it too, a majority of fans have this take on the Jedi.

And because of her experiences, I can see why her takeaway would be that. Same goes for Filoni, they're products of their generation, upbringing and experiences.

My point is:

Leslye Headland is writing from a personal place, when she's writing The Acolyte. It's partially informed by her politics because - like she quotes, "personal is political" - but when it comes to the writing of the show, it's personal first and foremost.

What this was, was a Star Wars fan (arguably the nerdiest one we've had so far, in terms of creators) putting all of herself in the creation of a show that perfectly reflects who she is and what she stands for, resulting in:

a story about growing past your father's paternal control and accepting that our guides aren't infallible,

where her wife holds a role and gets to wield a lightsaber,

a show about taking corrupt religious institutions to task

about the Sith and the Dark Side

and questioning the unquestionable

and exploring whether the good are really so good and if the bad are really so bad.

This was a project written from the heart, and regardless of whether the resulting art found its mark, I think it's important to note that it wasn't written to spread a propaganda message in some "pro-woke holy war" or whatever the hell the YouTubers are peddling.

#star wars #leslye headland #george lucas #the acolyte

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lullabyes22-blog · 5 months ago

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Snippet - The Stretcher - Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

An ugly reckoning...

tw: gore, violence, medical trauma, limb loss

cw: suggestions of inappropriate relationships between mentor and student

Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

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Silco walks on.

Inside, the odor of stale chemicals seeps through the air. Jinx's containment pod is a plexiglas sphere resembling a transparent hive. Inside, she is laid out on a narrow cot. Her left hand—the two clever fingers so cruelly excised—is strapped to a splint. The stumps are a little red, but clean and dry. Each one is neatly sutured with black thread.

Black as the sucking hole in her chest.

Through the covers, Silco can see the delineations of the wound, a map of gauze adhering to her torso. The flesh is still flayed. But it is no longer a disaster-site of hideous spillage. The raw tendons are scored with tiny stitches. Each one, a testament to Singed’s ruthlessly meticulous handiwork.

The rest of Jinx is bone pale as if the scant pigment on her skin has been sucked dry. Her freckles stand out in stark pinpricks.

Two bags of fluid hang on a metal pole, drip-drip-dripping down a tube into a needle jammed into her arm. The steady flow of antibiotics, morphine, and synthesized Shimmer will bolster her vitals and keep her under. Her breathing—a tarred constriction of bubbles caught in her perforated lungs—has smoothed over the course of the night. But it remains an effortful jag: deep, dragging, discordant.

Silco's guts churn. The instinctive grind of rage is offset by guilt.

Then: shock.

Jinx is not alone.

A longer body's curved around Jinx's small one. One arm, the sleeve rolled to the elbow, is flung over her hip. Fingertips splay against her thigh: an anchor. The other arm, metallic, makes a protective arc over Jinx's skull. The cybernetic fingers, tipped with steel, are threaded in her blue hair. The head, half-obscured in lank brown curls, is tipped to Jinx's own.

Their temples mirror. Their eyelashes kiss. The cadence of their chests rises and falls in concert.

The Hexcore, with hypnotic rotations, bathes Jinx and Viktor in a violet glow.

From his own extremities, Silco feels pure rage blast open as the Monster unlocks.

"What the hell—?"

Singed looms from the corner of the medbay: tall and fleshlessy thin as a mantis. He's clad in a white smock resembling a butcher's apron. The barest smear of blood is caught in the weave. He glances up at Silco's snarl.

Apart from an expression of insectile alertness, he shows no other signs of concern.

"Ah," he says. "You've returned."

"Open the pod."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Viktor. What in the frozen hell is he—?"

"He's aiding her retrieval."

"What?"

"Her retrieval," Singed says, in the same imperturbable tone. "From what I understand, a plunge into the Void is not unlike falling into arctic waters. It takes a strong grip to pull oneself out. J17 is a skilled swimmer. But she remains partially submerged. She'll need a guide to drag her to the shore."

"He has no right to—"

"To what? Hold his companion's hand?"

"Companion?"

Singed nods.

Silco's jaw locks as the Doctor's meaning sinks in.

Guardians and Mages. He'd known, in his bones, that the bond between Viktor and Jinx held a strange, unearthly resonance. A tie that binds, like gravity does a comet: two celestial forces, inexorably pulled together by the galvanic charge of their shared potential.

He'd assumed the nature of the bond was intellectual. That their kinship was a matter of mathematics: two minds, one wavelength. Then Jinx's spells of strangeness and self-enforced secrecy began. He thinks of the audio recordings in the Aerie: the susurrations and whispers. The ungodly silence.

It wasn't sex—no matter the wildness of his paranoia, he knew Jinx was still too innocent, and that her tastes lay elsewhere. But the overtones—of communion, and a deeper, almost otherworldly intimacy—were terrifying.

Now, seeing them together—a tangle of arms, a knotting of fingers—his worst fears have been made manifest.

It's plain, from the ease between their bodies, that Jinx has slept in Viktor's arms before. Plain, too, that it's happened enough times for this closeness to take on overtones of trust. A trust Silco had invited: to his doorstep, past his threshold, and straight to his daughter’s bed.

A trust that’s been repaid with disaster.

Reflexively, Silco's fists ball.

"Open the pod," he says.

"What?"

"Open it."

"With all due respect, that is not the wisest course of action." Singed remains maddeningly equable. He could be discussing a minor surgical procedure: the pros and cons of local versus general anesthetic. "The Hexcore—from what I gather—is acting as a buffer. It is protecting both J17 and Viktor as they work to draw her out. To separate them at this juncture would risk a backlash."

"Backlash?"

"I'm speaking in metaphysical rather than medical terms. From what I have gleaned, the Hexcore is a living organism. It has its own will and wants. I am not privy to the nature of the bargain it has struck with Viktor. But I hazard that it is his key to the Void. And that, in exchange for entry, it protects his and Jinx’s corporeal forms. To rip them apart would be... traumatic. For all parties present."

In Viktor's embrace, Jinx expels a sigh. There's a subtle alteration in her breathing. The Void creeping across her brainwaves, perhaps. Viktor's arm flexes around her. His own breathing—that half-mechanical, half-organic rasp—deepens. His lips touch her temple.

The Hexcore sings. The pitch is nearly ethereal.

Two spirits: locked in orbit.

Silco's jaw grinds. A vein ticks in his temple. Whatever's happening, it is not something he comprehends. Not something, he suspects, meant to be comprehended. But that doesn't stymie the rage. Nor the dread.

The former, he can dissect with a cool eye, peel it down to the viscera of what it is: a primal need to keep his child safe.

The latter, though...

That's a formless shadow stretching over his psyche. The sense of something very, very huge: a force the size of a godhead eclipsing the horizon. And the stormfront, lightning-laced, is rolling across the sea straight towards his ship of destiny.

It's not often Silco feels his smallness. But he does now, and the fallout is brutal.

"You knew," he says, deathly soft.

"Hm?"

"You knew. About Viktor. Compromising my child."

Singed is not a shrugger. Hedging is not his strong suit. But his silence speaks for itself.

"I would not call such a bond a compromise," he says at length. "In some ways, it was inevitable. Viktor is extraordinarily gifted. J17, a creature of pure potential. They are both seekers in the dark. It makes sense that they'd find each other." A slight cant to his head: a gesture of self-reproach. "I will admit: I should have informed you. But there was no reason to believe the entanglement was of a carnal nature."

"No reason to believe they weren't fucking?"

The vulgarism stirs Singed out of scholarly calm. He doesn't smile. But his lipless mouth shows a glint of teeth. It's the same expression he'd wear when Silco would return to the Cannery after prowling the dank cloaca of the Lanes.

Always: with a plaything on his arm and ill-gotten gains in his pocket.

He'd often likened Silco's gravitation toward vice as a form of self-medicating. The sex, the drugs, the power-plays: all symptoms of a man whose eye could not close, and needed other means to unwind. Other ways to blot out the light.

It was a diagnosis Silco only partially agreed with. It was not autonomic impediment that kept his bad eye from closing. Simply the refusal to look away from the world as it was.

Now, his bad eye smolders in its socket. It's a marvel the Doctor doesn't wilt in its heat. Then again, Singed's always been a hard man to burn.

It's what he and Silco have in common.

"No," he says. "That, I do not believe."

"Is that so?"

"Given Viktor's... condition... it's unlikely."

"I'm not sure if you're aware, Doctor—" Silco's tone, beneath the frigid civility, is honed to cut jugulars, "—but there are ways around that."

The glint of teeth deepens. A grin, however cold. "Oh, I am aware. But I'm also aware of Viktor's nature. I've known him since he was a boy. Frailty's always been his cross to bear. But that has not diminished his drives. Only... redirected them, as it were."

"Sublimation."

"You sound dubious."

Silco's good eye slits. Singed's grin fades.

"I understand. We're men of pragmatic bent. There will always be a selfish component to our pursuits. A willingness to see the big picture, even if it means putting our better selves on the backburner." He turns to the pod. "Viktor is different. His nature has a singular trajectory: up. He wants to ascend. To break free of limitations: both inborn and self-imposed. Sex, in comparison, is a dead-end. Love, though? That's something else. Something that can take him to the stars."

Silco follows his stare. The pair, entwined, are haloed in violet. Their breathing is slow and steady.

A duet.

"The boy's always longed for a taste of the transcendent," Singed muses. "I imagine, in J17, he's found it. A force of pure creation. Pure entropy. It is only in chaos that order can thrive. The sense of a divine plan is what gives meaning to the world. And a multivalent, fractal reality is what allows a scientific theory to evolve into law."

Silco's knuckles pop. He says nothing.

"If it helps," the Doctor adds, "I doubt the boy's done worse than hold her hand. The way he speaks of her, one would think her a... psychopomp. Someone to guide him to a higher plane of knowledge. Someone whose existence is to be worshiped. Not possessed."

"Worship and possession," Silco replies, in the voice of cold prescience, "often end the same way."

"Oh?"

"With someone on their knees."

Singed doesn't laugh, exactly. The sound's too measured. But his mangled lips stretch to show the full set of teeth. They hold the implacable sheen of scalpels. Each one slitting its careful way through the tissue of Silco's self-control.

"A cynic's view," he says. "And one I disagree with."

"Do you, now?"

"I'll grant there is a physical element to their closeness. But, I suspect, the physical is merely a conduit to that higher plane. A literal touchstone to guide them through the dark. The true roadmap, as it were, is the end each of them seeks."

"That end being?"

"Balance," Singed says. "If my theory is correct, they each serve as a counterpoise to the other. J17, in her unbound potential: a spirit of half flesh, half catalyst. A force in constant flux. Viktor, in his rigid catechism: a being forged in metal and magic. The very dictum of death. Each is, in their own way, an anomaly. Together, they are a paradox. One that introduces a new paradigm."

"Paradigm."

"Cause and effect." The grin's gone. Only Singed's eyes shine: a cold, methodical zeal. "Or, in your language: cost and reward."

A chill steals through Silco.

It's not the first time Singed's dissections of the metaphysical have taken a macabre turn. For the Doctor, the two are indistinguishable: the duality of life and death reduced to quantifiable variables of mess and mass. In his laboratory, Silco's witnessed the results firsthand.

The Doctor's a man who understands that knowledge only goes as deep as the knife cuts. And Silco, a man who has cut to the marrow of humanity's ugliness, knows there's no limit to the incision when the rest's been pared clean.

"If your intention was to disarm me," he says flatly, "you've failed."

"Disarm." Singed's chuckle is dry as bone dust. "Old friend, you are not the weapon. Only the steel that whets its edge."

"Flattery?"

"Fact." The corners of Singed's eyes crinkle. "We are, both of us, mere tools for a greater design."

Jinx cries out.

In the pod, the Hexcore spins rapidly. The rotations, faster and faster, become a multicolored blur. The fluctuating glow—sometimes blue, sometimes red—is phantasmagoric. Silco has the sense of something primordial unspooling into existence. The birth of a star, on a spiritual scale: chemical fusion gone mystic.

A subsonic hum fills the air. Jinx's cry spikes.

Her whole body begins shaking: a subtle network of pain radiating, it seems, from the epicenter of her wound. Viktor's embrace holds. But beads of sweat pop on his temples. His breathing goes choppy. The pod's plexiglas walls turn milky as if with steam.

No—frost.

Silco can see the lattice of ice spreading. The cracks, fanning in jagged starbursts, resemble spiderweb.

Meanwhile, Viktor and Jinx may as well be under a full rig of stage lights: both of them are simmering in their skins.

Jinx's pallor is engulfed by a bright pink flush. Her breath comes in rapid drags. Her good right hand, fluttering, finds Viktor's good left. Their palms align, fingers twining. The twin rows of knuckles, flesh and bone, are deathly white.

The Hexcore's singing deepens. Jinx's own cry climbs to a keen.

Silco races forward. "Jinx!"

Before he can touch the pod, Singed seizes his arm. The grip is cold, cadaverous, yet somehow comforting.

"Not yet," he urges, as Jinx's wails echo and re-echo. "It's not done yet."

"Let go! She needs me—"

"No." Singed's grip is as unyielding as his gaze. "She needs to finish this. As does Viktor. Let them see it through."

Silco stares. Blood beats in his temples. He understands, remotely, that he is terrified. Paralysis, its predictable residue, clings like a second skin. It's a heaviness he despises. It's why he is so quick to reassert self-dominion with a dose of violence. To defend himself, monster and man, from threats that would otherwise devour him.

But what if the threat's taken root in the tenderest parts?

What if it can never be excised?

(Is that fatherhood?)

Tossing her head, Jinx screams. Viktor, gasping, shudders.

The Hexcore's pulsations go critical.

Then—with a flash of brilliant blue—the humming ebbs. The pod's opalescent frost, in icy bloom, evaporates. Within, Jinx and Viktor subside into stillness. Their hands are still twined, their foreheads together. Both breathe in unison.

But there's a dissonance in the rhythm. A harmony, that, while still in tandem, is their own.

Viktor is the first to wake.

His arm loosens its cradle around Jinx. His head stirs, the dark crown dislodging against its blue perch of her skull. The gold eyes—with their black-rimmed core—flicker. They are glazed in shock. Then he blinks, and they regain focus. The lineaments of his expression—grim-lipped and hollow-cheeked—are ones Silco knows well.

The sense of a spirit coming to the limits of its endurance, and shattering the barrier.

Now he's unsure what awaits on the other side.

Slowly, the golden eyes swivel. They find Singed. They find Silco. Then they fall on his and Jinx's still-linked hands. Something flickers across his wan face. Not a smile, exactly. But a certain softness around the hard brackets of his mouth.

As if he'd held on to a fear for dear life. And now, finding it unfounded, can let it go.

With a gentle tug, he unthreads their fingers.

Jinx doesn't stir. But she lets off a long slow exhalation that could be sadness, or a deep release of tension. Viktor disentangles their bodies. He does so with a delicate, deliberate care, keeping a light contact of fingertips all the way down her torso. Silco follows their path to Jinx's ribcage.

Under the gauze, the wound is closed. The meat is seared like a brand. But there's no trace of torn skin. Even the stitches—each raw suture point—have shrunk into a smooth pink furrow.

Jinx breathes. Each rise and fall—seamless—is a small miracle.

Silco is not a devout man. Contemptuous of all matters devotional, he treats prayer like a poor business transaction: an unstable currency of sacrifice, with no guarantee of success.

Now, the gratitude that floods his lungs is nearly a baptism. He hates every iota: the helplessness, the loss of agency.

But loves, gut-wrenchingly, what it's restored.

With effort, Viktor straightens. His bare feet, touching the tiles, let off a metallic clink. One hand grips the bedframe. The other reaches for his cane. Every muscle delineates the difficulty of keeping his balance.

The sheer exertion of willpower in holding his mind and body together.

As with all impossible endeavors, he does not falter.

"It is done," he says, hoarse but steady. "She is back."

"Back?"

"Within herself. The Void... has touched her heart. She has seen its own. But she is intact."

"Intact?"

"She will recover." He swallows with a liquid click. "In time."

Silco nods.

On the rumpled sheets, Jinx sleeps. Her breaths hold a deep-sea serenity. Her delicate features are preciously girlish and lost-looking. The sight suffuses Silco with a tenderness that yet calls up the horror of it all.

He takes himself to a place of stillness, and allows himself to feel it. Not just last night's ordeal. Everything leading up to it. Strategy after strategy, error after error, so the outcome is the same as when Zaun first emerged from its ravaged shell.

His child in a sickbed. His paternal devotion in a deathmatch with politics. His and Vi's blood game no more than a war against specters.

A war they've both lost.

Badly.

Silco's eyes pass from his sleeping beauty to the man who'd saved her life.

"Doctor," Silco says. "Open the pod."

Singed does not argue. With a deft touch, he flips the controls.

The plexiglas shell retracts. The air, trapped, is instantly sucked out. It is unseasonably warm from Jinx's and Viktor's body-heat. The smell holds a sterile bite of disinfectant. Underneath, a faint trace of musk lingers.

The unforgettable odor has been imprinted on Silco's olfactory landscape since Jinx began working with the Hex-gem. The permeating ozone-stink of night sweats and lightning strikes.

The afterglow of the Void.

Now Silco detects the component he'd not dared to put a name to: that singular, almost sexual tang. Two spirits, intertwined, coupling in a realm without flesh.

Right under his roof.

His eyes lock on Viktor's. The younger man's ambivalent features, caught between exhaustion and relief, shift. Wariness creeps in. It's not the fear of reckoning. More the full awareness of a gamble gone sour.

Now the ruin, no matter how cataclysmic, must be accounted for.

The gold eyes—infinitely patient, infinitely reckless—do not waver.

"I believe," Viktor says, "you have questions."

"I do," Silco says. Then: "Doctor. Fetch the stretcher."

Singed's head takes on an insectile slant. As if he's caught the taste of blood in his mandibles, and is trying to parse its source.

"Stretcher?" he repeats. "Whatever for?"

"Viktor."

"The boy seems perfectly—"

Crossing the distance, Silco lays a hand on Viktor's shoulder. A steadying, almost paternal clasp.

The Monster, unsheathing its claws, rakes down.

His fist slams into Viktor's gut. The young man staggers with a strangled cry. His cane clatters. The rest of him slumps, jelly-legged, as Silco follows with a snapping right hook, smoking it straight through the boy's frail defense and connecting with his jaw.

There is a satisfying snap of bone on bone. The sound, visceral and rich, kickstarts a tidal wave of blackness that seethes from the balls of Silco's feet and climbs all the way to his hairline.

The Monster is awake, and it is hungry.

"Doctor," Silco says, as Viktor crumples to the floor. "The stretcher."

Wisely, Singed obeys.

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"Tomorrow Never Knows": The Beatles' Revolution in Music

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In 1966, The Beatles unleashed Revolver, an album that redefined the boundaries of popular music. Its closing track, "Tomorrow Never Knows," stands as a towering landmark in music history—a sonic marvel that encapsulates technical innovation, futuristic sound, spiritual depth, and profound cultural significance. Nearly six decades later, this three-minute masterpiece remains a testament to the band’s unparalleled genius, continuing to resonate as a work that transcends time and genre.

"Tomorrow Never Knows" is a triumph of technical innovation. Recorded in an era when studio technology was rudimentary, The Beatles, alongside producer George Martin and engineer Geoff Emerick, pushed the limits of what a recording studio could achieve. The song’s hypnotic texture is built on groundbreaking techniques: tape loops, audio sampling, and reversed solos. Paul McCartney’s laughter, sped up to mimic a seagull’s cry, and fragments of a solo from Revolver’s "Taxman" played backward, create an otherworldly soundscape. John Lennon’s vocals, filtered through a Leslie speaker originally designed for Hammond organs, evoke a distant, almost divine presence. These innovations—executed with analog equipment and sheer ingenuity—laid the groundwork for genres like electronic music, trip-hop, and drum and bass, predating them by decades. The track’s pioneering use of a drum loop, driven by Ringo Starr’s relentless, trance-like beat, feels like a precursor to modern dance music, a feat unimaginable in the mid-1960s.

The song’s futuristic sound amplifies its revolutionary impact. From the opening drone of a tambura to the swirling cacophony of tape loops, "Tomorrow Never Knows" feels untethered from its era. It could seamlessly fit into a Radiohead album from the 1990s or a Chemical Brothers track from the 2000s, yet it never sounds like a retro artifact. Its single-chord structure, anchored by Starr’s drumming and McCartney’s pulsating bass, creates a hypnotic groove that defies conventional songwriting. This sonic architecture, paired with George Harrison’s sitar flourishes, evokes an alien landscape—both ancient and avant-garde. The track’s ability to sound perpetually ahead of its time underscores The Beatles’ role as trendsetters, inspiring countless artists to explore new sonic frontiers.

Beyond its technical and aesthetic brilliance, "Tomorrow Never Knows" carries profound spiritual depth. Drawing from The Tibetan Book of the Dead, the lyrics—penned by Lennon—offer a meditative guide to transcendence. Lines like "Turn off your mind, relax, and float downstream / It is not dying" and "Lay down all thoughts, surrender to the void / It is shining" invite listeners to release ego and embrace pure consciousness. Harrison, whose exploration of Eastern spirituality shaped the song’s ethos, described it as an encapsulation of meditation’s goal: to transcend the clutter of thought and connect with the eternal. The refrain "Love is all and love is everyone" distills a universal truth, while the closing mantra, "Of the beginning," suggests a cyclical, timeless existence. These themes resonated deeply with the 1960s counterculture, offering a sonic and philosophical blueprint for a generation seeking meaning beyond materialism.

The cultural significance of "Tomorrow Never Knows" cannot be overstated. Released at the height of The Beatles’ global fame, it marked a bold departure from their earlier pop hits like "She Loves You." In just three years, the band evolved from crafting infectious love songs to delivering a track that challenged listeners to rethink music’s possibilities. This leap, fueled by their experimentation with LSD and exposure to avant-garde influences, galvanized the psychedelic movement and inspired bands like Jefferson Airplane, Pink Floyd, and The Jimi Hendrix Experience. The song’s appearance in cultural touchstones, such as the television series Mad Men, where it underscores a moment of societal upheaval, highlights its role as a symbol of transformation. It spoke to a world on the cusp of change, cementing music as a powerful force for social and personal awakening.

"Tomorrow Never Knows" is more than a song; it is a cultural artifact, a technical milestone, and a spiritual odyssey. Its influence reverberates through decades, from the studios of 1966 to the digital soundscapes of today. The Beatles’ ability to blend innovation with accessibility—creating a track that is both experimental and universally compelling—sets them apart as the greatest band in history. As we listen to its droning pulse and swirling textures, we are reminded that true genius knows no bounds. In a world where music often feels ephemeral, "Tomorrow Never Knows" endures as a beacon of creativity, inviting us to surrender to the void and embrace the infinite.

Year: 1966

Composition/Lyrics: John Lennon, Paul McCartney

Producer: George Martin

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Verses Unwritten: A Rap Odyssey

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Verse 9

About: Genji finds some free time now that the album is finally in production. She decides to take a mini-vacation before returning to Japan for the New Year, only to receive a request for an interview from a girl named Hailie Jade. Hailie requests to do an interview for a school project and asks to meet with Genji, sparking curiosity in the rapper about the project and the girl's sincerity.

Disclaimer: This work is a work of fiction, and any involvement of the character Genji is purely fictional and not representative of any real person.

Winter in California arrived quietly, carrying on a cool breeze that whispered through the trees shedding their last leaves. Inside her home studio, the world felt hushed, cocooned in the warmth of glowing monitors and the hum of audio equipment. Dim lights cast a soft glow over her desk cluttered with notebooks and scattered pens, their subdued radiance stretching long shadows across the room, where muted beats rolled from the speakers like a steady pulse.

The album was finally done and in production, leaving her with a rare pocket of free time. Genji decided to take a mini-vacation before returning to Japan for the New Year. Dressed in a wool sweater and jeans, she returned to her desk, cradling a steaming cup of coffee. The faint aroma mingled with the chill of the early winter evening.

As she reached to set her cup on the desk, her laptop screen lit up with a notification. She sank into the swivel chair, her gaze flickered to the inbox, where a new email stood out with a subject line that caught her eye.

Subject: Request for an Interview – School Project

The sender's name was unfamiliar, but she clicked it open, curiosity pulling her in.

Dear Genji, My name is Hailie, and I'm a middle school senior. I'm currently working on a school project about how cultural heritage and personal identity intersect in music. I plan to explore the stories behind songs and how they reflect individuality and cultural heritage. Your name comes to my mind as one of the artists who embody this. I think your music has been a huge inspiration, especially the way you blend traditional Japanese influences with modern hip-hop. It's so authentic and thought-provoking, and it really speaks to how music can tell a story about someone's roots. If you're available, I'd love to interview you about your experiences and insights. I live in Detroit, and there's a diner here called Louie's Ham & Corned Beef that's quiet and perfect for a meeting. I completely understand if you're too busy, but it would mean the world to me if we could meet and talk. Thank you for reading my email. I really appreciate your time. Best regards, Hailie Jade

Genji leaned back in her chair, her fingers resting lightly on the keyboard as she mulled over the request. Detroit? That was unexpected, though she did plan to briefly stop there before returning to Japan. After all, Eminem (ever the champion of his hometown) had suggested she check it out. She'd always been cautious about meeting strangers, but there was something about the email's sincerity that resonated with her. It reminded her of her younger self, full of questions and admiration for the artists who had shaped her path.

Her lips curved into a small smile as she started typing:

Subject: Re: Request for an Interview – School Project Hi Hailie, Thank you for reaching out to me and for your kind words about my work. It's inspiring to hear how people connect with my music. I'll actually be passing through Detroit soon, so I'd be happy to meet you at Louie's Ham & Corned Beef to discuss your project. Let's plan for next week. What day and time works best for you? Looking forward to hearing from you soon. Best regards, Genji

The diner was quiet, the kind of place where time seemed to slow down. Snow fell softly outside, blanketing the streets of Detroit in a serene white. Genji sat near the window, her oversized hoodie and scarf shielding her from the December chill. Her notebook lay open on the table, a pen in her hand as it moved swiftly across the page as she scribbled down lyrics, deeply engrossed. The quiet hum of the diner faded into the background as her thoughts flowed into the rhythm of her writing.

Suddenly, she heard the soft click of the door opening, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching her table. She glanced up, a flicker of curiosity crossing her face as a young girl stood at her side, hesitation evident in her bright blue eyes. The girl looked about fourteen or fifteen, with long, sandy-blonde hair tucked into a simple knit beanie. Her oversized coat hung slightly loose on her small frame, and her sneakers left faint wet prints on the wooden floor. The girl's breath visibly quickened, and her nervousness became apparent in how she clutched her backpack straps.

"Excuse me," she finally began, her voice slightly shaky. "You're Genji, right?"

The said woman raised an eyebrow before a small, curious smile crept onto her face. "Yes, that's me. Can I help you with something?"

The girl shifted her weight from foot to foot, a slight blush creeping up her cheeks. "Yeah, actually," she said, taking a deep breath. "I'm Hailie. I emailed you about a school project...?"

Genji tilted her head, studying her more closely. There was a sincerity in the girl's eyes that struck a chord. She seemed earnest but also determined, reminding her of herself at that age when she was hungry to spread hip-hop in her community.

She set her pen down slowly and gestured to the chair across from her. "Oh, yes," she said with a thoughtful nod. "I remember. Come on, have a seat."

Hailie's face lit up with immediate relief, a smile spreading across her face as she pulled the chair out and sat down. "Thanks!" she exclaimed, her nervous energy turning into gratitude. "We need to interview someone for this project, and I immediately thought of you. I know it's really sudden, but I really appreciate it."

Genji leaned forward slightly, her curiosity piqued. "That's actually an interesting topic," she commented. "I'm curious, though. Why me? Not that I'm having second-guesses, but I'm sure America has quite a range of cultures that might help with what you need."

Hailie shifted slightly in her seat, her cheeks flushing just a little. "Well, I wanted a fresh perspective. I read that you're one of the pioneers of hip-hop culture in Japan, especially when the industry was more about pop idols and rock. I thought you'd have a unique take on this."

Genji couldn't help but smile. "I see that you've done your research," she praised. "Aight, let's figure out how to approach this."

Hailie, now enthusiastic, reached into her bag and pulled out a cassette recorder, carefully placing it on the table.

Genji raised an eyebrow, eyeing the vintage device. "That's a bit old-school," she remarked with a small grin. "I haven't seen it in a while."

The girl nodded, her excitement barely contained. "Yeah, it's what I had lying around at home," she said. "But I was thinking... what if we did this as a video interview, like something you'd see on 60 Minutes? I know my teacher didn't mention anything about this, but I thought it'd be more interesting."

Genji's eyes lit up at the suggestion. "It definitely is," she agreed, sitting up straighter. "You got a camera with you?"

Hailie beamed. "Yep." She pulled out a small video recorder and set it up on the table, her hands steady despite the excitement buzzing in her chest. She then adjusted the angle, making sure it captured both of them.

Genji leaned back in her chair as she watched Hailie work with a mix of amusement and respect. The girl undoubtedly had energy and was serious about her craft. She finally looked up at Genji, whose calm yet commanding presence seemed to fill the small diner corner they occupied. The rapper sat comfortably, her fingers wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee, her sharp eyes both intimidating and inviting.

With the camera now rolling, Hailie glanced up, ready to begin. "Thank you for meeting me," she began, her voice carrying the mix of politeness and eagerness of a young girl deeply invested in her project. "I've been thinking a lot about how cultural heritage and personal identity intersect in music, and your career is... well, it's incredible."

Genji smiled, a small but genuine curve of her lips. She gave her a curt nod, saying, "Thank you."

Hailie sat up straighter, her notebook open, pen poised. "How did your cultural heritage influence your journey in hip-hop?"

The woman leaned back, her eyes briefly distant, as if sifting through decades of memories. "When I started in the late '80s, hip-hop wasn't a global phenomenon like today," she answered, her tone soft but deliberate. "In Japan, we were just beginning to understand it not just as music, but as a culture or movement. It taught us that we could speak our truth, even if we didn't have the same struggles as, let's say, the Bronx or Compton. I grew up in a traditional Japanese household so respect, duty, and conformity were the values drilled into me. But hip-hop was about individuality, rebellion, and telling your own story. So I had to find a way to bridge those two worlds."

Hailie nodded, enthralled. "How did you do that?"

"It started with language. At first, I tried rapping in English, copying what I heard on the imported records. But there were two problems: one, I was terrible at English at that time; and two, it wasn't me. When I switched to Japanese, everything clicked. That's when I felt like I was creating something. And then I thought, why not use the tools of my own culture? I started including things like haiku rhythms, rakugo storytelling, and even koto samples. It turned into something that was still hip-hop, but uniquely Japanese."

The girl scribbled furiously in her notebook. "Can you give an example of a song where that really comes through?"

Genji’s smile deepened. "There's a track called Tsuru no Ongaeshi. It's based on a Japanese folktale about a crane repaying a debt. I used the crane to symbolise loyalty and sacrifice, which are themes deeply rooted in our culture. At the same time, it was personal. The song was about how my dad didn't understand my choices at first but eventually came to support me. It was a mix of tradition and my own story."

"That's beautiful," Hailie murmured, almost to herself. Then she looked up, her eyes bright. "Do you think that's why your music connects with people, even outside of Japan?"

"Maybe," the rapper said thoughtfully. "Emotion transcends language. When I first heard Public Enemy and Ice Cube, I didn't understand every word. But I felt their stories. That's what I aim for. If my songs can make someone feel something, then I guess I've done my job."

Hailie tapped her pen against her notebook, a question forming on her lips. "Do you think today's hip-hop in Japan still carries that connection to cultural heritage?"

Genji's expression shifted, a mix of pride and concern. "It's evolved," she said. "You hear influences from everywhere now: trap beats, drill, even traditional instruments like the shamisen. It's exciting to see how far hip-hop in Japan has come, but it comes with the challenge of staying authentic. Hip-hop is about your own truth, right? So if artists lose their connection to their roots, then I think they'll risk losing what makes them unique."

Hailie absorbed the words, her mind racing. Finally, she asked, "What advice would you give someone trying to explore their identity through music?"

Genji leaned forward, her gaze piercing but kind. "I'd say ask yourself the hard questions. Like, what do you value? What defines you? Throughout my career, I learned that our roots aren't limitations; they're a foundation. So it's up to us how we want to build on them. And don't rush the process. Finding your voice takes time. Music is a journey, just like figuring out who you are."

Hailie smiled brightly. "Thank you so much. This has been incredible!"

Genji picked up her coffee, her expression softening as she took a sip. There was a quiet satisfaction in her chest, a feeling she hadn't realised she'd been missing. She glanced at the girl, who was still clutching the notebook tightly to her chest.

"You've got a good start here," she said, her voice warm. "Keep working on it. And if you need more help, just reach out. I'll leave my email before you go." She paused, considering the timing. "But just so you know, I'll be heading back to California in three days before going back to California. So if you want to work face-to-face on anything, we should set that up soon."

Hailie beamed and nodded eagerly. "Thank you so much," she said, her voice earnest. "This means more to me than you know."

Genji smiled, the sincerity in Hailie's tone warming her. But before the girl left, Hailie hesitated and looked back at her. "Could we maybe meet here again tomorrow? Like, around the same time? I'd love to show you what I've worked on with the interview footage."

The rapper leaned forward slightly, giving her a thoughtful look. "That sounds good," she replied, then added with a small grin. "But do you know how to edit videos?"

Hailie's eyes widened slightly. "I've never really done much with video editing," she admitted, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "I mean, I know the basics from school, but I've never really tried editing something like this."

Genji's smile grew a little wider. "No worries," she said. "I'll show you how to get started. We'll work through the footage, maybe brainstorm some more ideas for your project."

The girl's expression brightened. "That would be amazing," she said, her excitement evident in the way she sat up straighter. "I could use some help, for sure. And, um… thanks again for everything."

With that, she left the diner, stepping into the chilly air and disappearing into the snowy streets. Genji watched her go with a thoughtful expression on her face. She hadn't expected her quiet afternoon to take such a turn, but there was something about the way their conversation had unfolded that felt like the beginning of something important. For both of them.

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voidarchivefiles · 2 years ago

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About

This blog was an archive of void posts that contain methods, tips or resources. For void success stories, see my other blog @voidsuccessarchive.

Status: No longer active Posting when I have the time & feel like it

Please read: Important

There's a lot of ways to enter but in the end it's you who puts the power in it. Only take what resonates for you personally. Not all advice or methods may resonate for you and that's okay. That doesn't mean you can't enter as every single one of us is pure consciousness (the void) at our natural state!

Remember to be kind to yourself and don't overconsume information. Consider this place like a library for you to check out only what you need and you don't need to read every single thing. This won't be a comprehensive archive of every single void post on Tumblr, a lot of it stems from things mentioned in success stories (see voidsuccessarchive) & the rest will be things that I think are useful/helpful.

If a particular blog resonates with you and you want more information, check out their blog and master list.

Index

About the void: The I AM state, A basic intro & FAQ

General tips or steps on entering: 1, 2, 3, 4

In-depth advice: 1

Methods: Wim hof breathwork, WBTB reclined sitting (simplified), Theta waves + I AM, Alpha waves, Lucid dreaming, SATS or Wim hof + Shifting hypnosis meditation, Silva centering method

Manifesting methods: Lullaby (OG post), "after all", ROE, intention setting practice

Using resources: Delta waves, guided SATS meditation, revision meditation, DMT activation audio

Guides: Lucid dreaming guide

Other: My posts

How they did it - tips from success stories: loajaydawayda, anon, stxr-kill (using FILD), teenageangeldiaries (SATS/Lullaby), anon, ninisworld444

Motivational posts: For the drowning gang, You already are pure consciousness

Challenges: Roselleworkshop (void challenge, silva challenge), Gorgeouslypink: (3 day void concept, FILD), littlemissprettyprincess (void challenge, new year's wish, santa method), angelria111, trynafindbarbiee, wonyoung challenge, fleurlx (I AM + Living in the end, badass alter ego challenge), prettymindset111, halokisses

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pureresonanceaudio · 2 years ago

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Luck of The Draw

Prompt: Seasonal Depression, Leeches (Melanie Martinez), First Born, That’s Life.

Person: Shuu Sakamaki

HC’s:

🎱 Since Shuu’s the first born, I’d like to assume that he’s seen everything.

🎱 You know that one FNAF audio? “I was the first, I have seen… everything.” Yeah, that’s him and his entire life in a nutshell.

🎱 Everything he’s ever had to work for, he’s always lost 10x the amount of his payout.

🎱 Hence, luck of the draw.

🎱 Melanie Martinez— Leeches— was a big inspo, Shuu 100% has this song on his playlist.

🎱 He relates to it HEAVILY.

🎱 “Strainin’ their artificial, Yappin’ to seem official, Makin’ it beneficial to their cause”— Shuu definitely felt those lyrics in his soul. He only thought of his father, and his eventual corruption, or perhaps him learning of how horrible of a man and a father Karlheinz was.

🎱 He was in denial. Because how could a child want to hate their father? No child would ever want that. And he didn’t either.

🎱 I think it took him some time to accept the fact that Karlheinz was an evil, cruel man, and even more of a monster to his wives and children.

🎱 Christa was proof enough. And I’d like to assume that his heart shattered that day, not only by shock for Christa, but for whatever remorse he could spare. Shuu could excuse anything done to him, but anyone else? Never.

🎱 Shuu’s learned everything he knows by watching his father. Everything Karlheinz did, Shuu did better.

🎱 Shuu’s always been the prized child, perhaps the apple of his fathers eye, before Subaru would come along, that is.

🎱 He wouldn’t feel any resentment persay, more so acceptance towards the fact that all he is and ever will be is a placeholder or someone to be taken advantage of.

🎱 Shuu was the first to see his father act like a father, or at least to his best ability towards him, before reaching his declination state that we currently see him as of now.

🎱 In fact, Shuu’s somewhat seen as a filled cup, always pouring and giving, and never once being offered anything other than scraps.

🎱 That’s how he’s become so burnt out and resorts to his habitual sleeping.

🎱 He has what we call, 3 nap phases. The pre-nap exhaustion, main-nap exhaustion, and post-nap exhaustion— and if it’s really bad then a ‘dessert’ nap or extra spare nap.

🎱 Shuu’s naps go on for 10+ hours.

🎱 They equally drain him mentally and emotionally.

🎱 “How much blood can you draw with your claws, From a flesh that’s not yours?”— Shuu instantly thought of Reiji and his cruel treatment directed towards him. Perhaps he’d lament it on another day.

🎱 Maybe all he could ever be was a useless man. But he’d never be his father. Not the way in which Karlheinz betrayed him so easily. Tossing him aside as if he was nothing to him. No sentimental value, nothing.

🎱 Shuu is 100% an empath and very sentimental towards others feelings.

🎱 Throughout the years he had to numb this side of him due to the strenuous competition for the throne.

🎱 But if you catch him on a rare moment, will he show his side of care— pure, raw, even slightly intimate, care. It felt uncharacteristic of him, but for a moment he felt like the most humane out of the brothers.

🎱 As if he was human once upon a lifetime ago.

🎱 “They’ll find any way, Just to make you stay, Right where they want you, In their piss-covered games.”— He can resonate with Karlheinz and his plan. Never in Shuu’s life, did he want to become a pawn. He 100% tried to get himself exempted in secret. Just something about living his entire life, his entire purpose, just to be a pawn in another one of his fathers games— it hurt, but also upset him deeply.

🎱 He’s done everything in his life to not be like his father or his mother. And to find out that it was all in vain? All for nothing? That’d secretly tear him apart and send him into a comatose.

🎱 Shuu may look like his mother, may share similar panels towards his father, but he was his own person.

🎱 He would grow to become his own king, a better husband, a better man.

🎱 Anything and everything to separate himself from his creators. He wasn’t his own master, but he was definitely his own disciple.

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nickel boys!! i must discuss nickel boys!!

so this week i read colson whitehead's 2019 novel the nickel boys and then went to go see ramell ross's recent adaptation titled nickel boys and i was absolutely floored by this film. whitehead's book is inspired by the dozier school in florida, a highly abusive juvenile reform school where students were poorly educated, forced to perform hard labor, and subject to corporal punishment. the novel is framed by a present-day investigation into the school's long history of abuse and the unmarked graves on campus while the past timeline in the 1960s follows a studious and idealistic african american teenager named elwood curtis who is in the wrong place at the wrong time and is sentenced nickel academy. at the school, elwood befriends another student named turner, who is much more cynical than elwood but whose friendship is a lifeline in the school's cruel environment.

ross's adaptation is incredibly close to whitehead's original story, capturing characters, images, and dialogue straight from the source text, but is also a phenomenally innovative film in its own right. it does this really interesting thing where the film emulates being from a first-person perspective–like you aren't watching a character in a story, you're experiencing it through his eyes. it was a little disorienting to adjust to a first (the camera bobs around a lot) but also surprisingly easy to immerse yourself in and made for a viewing experience unlike literally anything i've ever seen before?! i think it's also a really effective way to shoot a story that is very much about legacy and memory, about stories that people try to bury but can't hide forever. it's about people who the the world wants to pretend didn't exist and i think the first-person perspective really adds depth and emotional resonance to the stories of these characters.

various collected thoughts on nickel boys (some spoilery):

loved that the film switches between elwood and turner's perspectives while at school–the book is purely from elwood's pov in the past but the film expands this to include turner's viewpoint as well and i thought this worked really well. especially because this means you actually get to see elwood (ethan herisse) and turner (brandon wilson) onscreen

i think the way this film handled the trauma and abuse of the reform school was very sensitive and careful–not a lot is actually shown onscreen, but the implications reverberate throughout the movie nonetheless. like the scene when elwood is taken to the white house and the camera swings around to the back of him because's having an out-of-body experience and fades into the archival photos of students instead of showing the actual violence onscreen, then later way the film conveys the utter panic he feels later in the hospital when he hears the voice of the man who hurt him in the hallway with the distorted audio and camera going black

when the grandmother told turner she was going to hug him because she couldn't hug elwood…

the shift from first to third person in the present-day sections where daveed diggs is the protagonist was really jarring in an effective way–you're so used to being inside a character's perspective that being held at arm's length immediately gives those scenes a different feel.

also by carefully avoiding showing the viewer adult elwood's face for most of the film, it also manages to capture the same twist as the book, which is that adult elwood is actually turner living under his murdered friend's name.

when he's at the bar talking to pete (another survivor of nickel) and you see the first sliver of elwood's face…when it briefly shows pete as the kid he was at nickel…augh…

i thought the intercutting of the news articles and investigations into the unmarked graves was very-done as well…the bit where griffin's body was only identifiable by his belt buckle…

just absolutely fucking devastated by the ending of this movie!!

like i knew what coming because i had just read the book but that did not lessen it at all

"she is survived by her only grandson, elwood curtis" godddddd

also got MASSIVE fucking whiplash from seeing fred hechinger in thelma before this. this man has such a random career??

this movie should have gotten oscar nominations for sound design, directing, and score!!

also i think it's on streaming now or will be shortly but think this is really worth watching on a big screen for the full immersive effect if you can

#nickel boys #movies #lulu speaks #lulu watches things #lulu watches nickel boys

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madamlaydebug · 7 months ago

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#Frequency #Tuning #Healing #Sound #Binaural #Beats

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burlveneer-music · 10 months ago

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ContaQt + Evan Ziporyn + Friends - Poppy 88 - Terry Riley's "Poppy Nogood and the Phantom Band" interpreted in real-time by "88 individuals, spread across 60 locations in 23 countries and 6 continents" for his 88th birthday last year

(And I hate that usage of 88 for purely numeric purposes requires an explanation/disclaimer)

On June 24th, 2023, to celebrate Terry Riley's 88th birthday, ContaQt and MIT Sounding presented a global telematic event that resonated – literally - worldwide. At the stroke of midnight EDT, a diverse community of 88 individuals, spread across 60 locations in 23 countries and 6 continents came together online to play music with one another, live and in real-time. With no pre-recorded material, no click tracks, no safety nets or contingency plans, together they performed Poppy 88, a collective composition arranged by Evan Ziporyn, inspired by - and based on - Riley's 1968 recording, Poppy Nogood and the Phantom Band The livestreamed concert pushed the boundaries of virtual telematic performance, showcasing the transformative power of artistic collaboration combined with smart technology to transcend structural and geographical barriers. While previous live telematic performances have involved larger ensembles, with groups of musicians clustered in 2-12 transmitting stations, this performance distinguished itself by originating from a significantly larger number of locations, 60 in all. This creative repurposing of technology is very much in the spirit of Terry Riley’s original piece. In the 1960’s, Riley utilized tape loops – originally a DIY ‘hack’ of reel-to-reel - to create distant canonic layers of melody: his ‘Phantom Band.’ For this performance, in 2023, the ensemble similarly repurposed the inherent limitations of streaming audio – i.e., physical distance and varying data rates – to conjure similarly complex layered textures. This global virtual event brought together musicians from Athens, Berlin, Brussels, Dublin, Istanbul, New York City, Pretoria, São Paulo, San Francisco, Tokyo, Toronto, Warsaw, and more. From Mallacoota, in southeast Australia, to Raufarhöfn, in northeast Iceland, and 58 other locations in between, musicians from a wide range of genres and backgrounds used Audiomovers’ ListenTo to stream their sound to Wawken, Saskatchewan, where Canadian composer/sound artist Jeff Morton mixed and retransmitted their sounds back to them – and the world – in real time. After watching the performance from Mito, Japan, Terry Riley himself joined the livestream to greet the musicians, expressing his profound appreciation: "It felt like the earth itself were singing. You are my community." Listening to the recording almost a year later, he added: “A year has gone by since I last heard it. It is an amazing journey through the sonic ethers of planet Earth. So many awesome musicians were involved. Also, the technical support was amazing without which it could never have happened.I am deeply honored and moved by the efforts of all my music brothers and sisters who contributed their efforts and artistry to make this almost impossible dream a success! ” Directed by Evan Ziporyn and Jerry Pergolesi Technical Production by Jeff Morton, Wawken Studio Additional Technical Assistance by Andrew Noseworthy

#Bandcamp #terry riley #minimalism #modern classical #evan ziporn #chamber music #2023 #2024

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mysticbewitched · 1 year ago

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▪︎▪︎ Evolving In My Spiritual Awakening: ▪︎▪︎

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Hello manifestors,

It’s late at night and I felt so incredibly inspired to write this post in order to update you all on my personal journey of spiritual awakening.

Where have I been all this time? I have taken a step back to purely focus on myself and my spiritual journey to enlightenment. Not too long ago, I believe I have crossed paths with one of my spiritual guides who I like to refer to as my guardian angel because ever since meeting him, we have been guiding and helping each other on our spiritual paths.

The experience has been nothing short of deeply transformative and awakening for me. I’m proud to say that I manifested him as a spiritual mentor and close friend in my life whom I can bond with throughout the stages of my spiritual awakening.

I’m considering the idea of doing an audio podcast with him one of these nights to dive deeper into the primary fundamentals of nonduality, manifestation, and our role as conscious creators of reality.

*If* we both decide to move forward with this, I’ll post it on my page for everyone to listen. This is not a for sure thing, but it is under consideration.

After so much more evolving and transforming on my path: I just want to say that the title, “law of consciousness” no longer resonates with me in my teachings since I have evolved to higher levels of understanding and transformative epiphanies on my spiritual path. Along with that decision, I have reached deeper insight from having profound realizations revolving around the terms, “consciousness” and “awareness" connecting into the nature of nonduality's philosophy.

This epiphany right here has been one of the most transformative and profound revelations so far on the path to true enlightenment throughout my own spiritual journey and these realizations dismantled one of the greatest misconceptions thrown around in the modern nonduality community.

I have been allowing myself to be guided by the inner knowledge of my true self.

I have come to discover that these terms: “consciousness” and “awareness” are distinctly different from each other. These terms are not and have never been the same.

Consciousness and awareness are the not the same as we have been previously lead to think. This is important for people to realize as we learn more about the true nature of nonduality.

This is a reveal that spiritual guru of nonduality: Nisargadatta Maharaj has touched on in deep detail.

Because I have let go of such terms, realized the actual differences of consciousness vs awareness, and reached deeper understandings of on my spiritual path of awakening, I have come up with my own titles to use on the side of the standard titles for nonduality instead that resonate much deeper with me at these stages of my journey.

The titles to refer to the nature of nonduality that resonate much deeper with me are:

▪︎ reality warping

▪︎ law of being

▪︎ reality creation

▪︎ law of manifestation

▪︎ law of creation

▪︎ law of awareness

Remember that there is not a single law operating outside of us. There is absolutely nothing outside of our true divine nature as unconditioned, silent awareness. We are the divine law of creation itself.

Those are the only kind of titles that I will use from now on to express the vital fundamentals of nonduality and reality creation in order to help you reach the transcendent Heaven of self-realization throughout your spiritual awakening.

I write this post as I experience complete bliss and serenity from the God state perception where I am truly thriving in this moment and enjoying my true self’s nature as divine awareness. It's a beautiful feeling of enlightenment and freedom.

It’s such an intense, liberating feeling to realize the true self as divine awareness and recognize the absolute oneness of all existence.

Think of waves filled with pure euphoria rushing through your veins as you experience an inner feeling of invincible thrills and deep satisfaction just from embracing your divine nature.

You experience unbridled freedom and indescribable ecstasy from transforming your conception of self to the blissful God state of self-awareness. The feelings that come along are truly a treasure and it cannot be expressed by words.

It’s a powerful sense of euphoric bliss that rushes over the body and it cannot be tamed. It demands to be felt with profound intensity throughout your every inch of your being. All I can say is that it just feels like complete Heaven on Earth.

I have not a single care in the world at the moment as I’m simply enjoying the divine beauty of all existence, the human experience, and oneness.

Before I end things here, I just want to share that the human experience is such an absolute treasure and precious gift to behold. The true beauty of this life is that there is truly no meaning and we are simply here to awaken from the dream of life as divinely powerful creators to our true inner power.

As we awaken to our true self, we realize our infinite power within to create the reality of our dreams.

This life we live is such a precious gift. There is nothing to ever fear as we embrace the beauty and magic of living this human experience and connect with our true self. It's a feeling beyond this world.

We are here to embrace, live, and simply enjoy the human experience while we have fun with mastering reality. I love this life that we live and I feel thrilled to be living deep in the moments that pass by.

I feel an ocean of deep love and gratitude for all of my followers who support my page. I just want to say that all of your love, support, and appreciation for my content truly means absolutely everything to me beyond words. I hope that everyone here reading this euphoric-fueled message is kicking ass on their own spiritual journey. We are all divine and powerful.

My heart is filled with so much love and appreciation for you all. Thank you from the very bottom of my heart for continuing to support my page even when I take a step back at times to catch my breath.

Sometimes I just need a break for awhile to regain my inspiration and fiery drive for writing more posts.

I wish everyone a beautiful night tonight and I look forward to sharing more of my spiritual epiphanies with you. Lastly, I want to remind everyone that you are all powerful manifestors deep within and every single one of you has invincible power to create the reality of your wildest dreams.

Be confident in yourself. You are power.

Trust in yourself and dare to believe in the reality of your dreams. The true nature of self is simply divine.

I have faith in you.

~ Mystic

#reality warping #law of being #reality creation #awareness #law of awareness #manifesting #law of creation #nondualism #manifestation #consciousness #nonduality

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moooooonjia · 3 days ago

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Hellooo every nyan (soz lol) I’m here offering a nice long rant about 2.5 (I’ll get to the 0.5) ads that have not left my mind and quite frankly left me feeling so much emotion. Normally my rants are about Life with Althaar and I’ve left many paragraphs on other social medias so if you need a crazy person talk about that show I’m more than happy to deliver.

Of course a fair spoiler warning although I won’t talk about what happens I can never guarantee what I end up writing and no I do not check over it. I’ll add the descriptions of each of the dramas as they come so you can stop reading that and listen and come back if it peaks your interest:))

Gospels of the Flood: The world is sinking. Slowly, day by day, the continents are vanishing under the waves. In a city by the sea, a priest admits to himself that he has lost his faith. Lost and alone, he sets out to find his brothers. Did they keep the faith? Perhaps their stories will help him figure out his own. Gospels of the Flood is an audio drama starring Peter Wingfield (Highlander: The Series, Holby City, Sanctuary). Written and directed by Jonas Kyratzes (The Talos Principle, The Eternal Cylinder). Music and sound design by Chris Christodoulou (Risk of Rain, The Sea Will Claim Everything).

The Phone Booth (season 1): 15 years ago, a girl named Beca Orlofsky stepped into the sky and exploded. Over the course of the following week, 99% of every living human on the planet gained a super-power. Now, podcaster Joe Pollard travels the world, interviewing people who went to sleep ordinary and woke up as something else.

I found a wormhole: Her back is against the wall. Money is running short. Options are few. Fortunately, she's just made the discovery of a lifetime - a wormhole, tucked inside the abandoned restroom in the forest. The origin - unknown. The destination unknown. But the possibilities are endless. If only she can find out what's on the other side.

POTENTIAL SPOILERS INCOMING

All three of these dramas I honestly stumbled upon. Either the artwork was STUNNING (Gospels of the flood) the small about section caught my attention and I downloaded an episode (The Phone Booth) or simply it was something that my nerdy self was or is obsessed over. Now from the get go if you were looking for happy endings you’re not getting them heck even sad endings isn’t the right term. I was just left distraught or even in a bit of a questing things. Let me tell you one thing and that is yes I am easily impressed however it’s because I understand just how much work and effort and love these creators have put into their projects and when they all have good storytelling and music plus acting I’m blown away. Now definitely the first two are the ones that left the biggest impression on me and unfortunately the 0.5 has gone to I found a Wormhole. This is purely based on how often I think about these audio dramas in my head. Im realising I’m waffling on so I’ll try stopping (no promises T^T) Like a lot of people I had a fairly strict but they acted like it wasn’t strict religious upbringing. For life reasons I didn’t turn out to be religious (sue me) but the main conflict in Gospels of the Flood very much resonated with me because although I am NO PRIEST (can you imagine lol) I have been in that position and I still am. Through the storytelling it almost felt like I was there with the priest to find an answer from his brothers. Of course as the story progressed I was just left with more questions than anything. The sfx and the music combining together intertwined with the story in a way that I felt the world was actually really dying. As the story progressed i thought that maybe he will find his faith or maybe he will realise that his life’s work has been for a lack of a better phrase nothing. But no I was left with one of those you interpret your own endings and oh boy it left me in shock. I had to physically stop what I was doing to stop and take a minute. Now I could well be trying to make my own haystack with a needle and it could be a simple answer but I felt what I felt and that left an impression that I could not forget. It’s been months maybe a year that I’ve come across gospels of the flood and it’s still on my mind a lot more than it should be.

Now the Phone Booth. Oh god okay, I went into this thinking oh it’s about superheroes and people getting powers it can’t be that bad… I shed a few tears in the cafe I was in and I’ve in their words ‘ruined my partners evening by telling them about this’ they are joking of course but it really does take that turn. It starts off nice? I don’t think that’s the right word but somewhat positive with a subtle hint of negativity hiding behind the shadows but as the episodes progress there’s more and more heartbreak or loss of a loved one even violence. In a world where things like that are normalised I hate to admit those weren’t the things that got to me. It was the episodes after those where the last two interviews you start to question yourself? Or well I did. Safe to say my distraught-ness came from the fact that a 14 year old was not able to hope anymore and they didn’t want a future where he lost the ability to do so. Thats something that I found to be in common in all three of the audio dramas. Hope. I found a wormhole really does start off lighthearted until the end (of course because who needs a break) where drastic measures are taken for survival. Again a lot of the story progresses on the hopes of things working out. On the hopes of finding an answer.

For someone who has been on survival mode and relying on Hope I think, no I know it’s what made me enjoy these audio dramas as much as I have. All these have been listened to very very far apart thankfully haha but they all left their impressions in forms of questions I may ask myself or pretty much anyone. As you can tell I love a good philosophical touch to my audio dramas. Apparently making me question my own morality is what does it. Anywayyyy if you have read it this far honestly a HUGE congratulations I owe you food :pp If you happen to be one of the talented creator and you have seen this craziness please know I am definitely a functioning member in society I just overthink a lot but all jokes aside thank you for making something that has made me write this essay when I really should be sleeping <3

#yes i have a problem #gospels of the flood #audio drama #fiction podcast #audio fiction #I found a wormhole #the phone booth #long post #podcast #podfic

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