#SP the Cancer

[tamedstray]

I've got original lore brainrot, which isn't an actual aliment but might as well be. Though, I'm not sure what my health is doing right now, either. Waiting for an appointment for one problem whilst the other cooks a little longer in the anxiety oven. If things don't return to normal soon, I'll disappear into discord and finally rp there. I love Tumblr, but limiting things to a few mutuals would make managing things easier, especially as someone who does want to do long-form plotted threads. Anyway, just an update for now 🩷

[some-pers0n]

"I want them to die" but not in a hateful or spiteful way but more in a pitiful and "please someone just put them out of their misery" way

[thetidmouthcompany]

Seems I discovered a lost episode on my Complete Third Season DVD boxset…

[spookymultimedia]

They miss Cartman

[lennondavis]

Dr. Somashekhar SP: Revolutionizing Cancer Treatment with Robotic Surgery in India

Dr. Somashekhar SP, a top robotic surgeon in India, leads advanced cancer care with 3,000+ robotic surgeries 🤖🎗️. His precision-driven techniques enhance success rates, making India a global hub for treatment 🌍. Personalized care ensures better outcomes 💙.

[indiacancersurgerysite]

Dr. Somashekhar SP, a top robotic surgeon in India, leads advanced cancer care with 3,000+ robotic surgeries 🤖🎗️. His precision-driven techniques enhance success rates, making India a global hub for treatment 🌍. Personalized care ensures better outcomes 💙.

[weird--blog]

Really tired of bots spamming my asks for money 😮‍💨

[some-pers0n]

Being autistic is so goofy at times because one of the more common symptoms is just having restricted interests that take up the majority of your thinking. Like no yeah this isn't just a hobby anymore it's me spending hours upon hours of my time researching and engaging with every little thing in existence I can find relating to it. Yeah, this will have to last anywhere from a few years to the rest of my life. Yeah, it's taken over my brain so much that it's the only thing I really wanna talk about. Btw have you heard of a thing called [The Interest] it's really cool you should let me ramble to you about it for the next seven hours

[samara444]

THE 3D DOES NOT FUCKING EXIST.

the 3d is 100% irrelevant. shadow? mirror? delay? FUCK THAT BRO it doesnt even exist! the onlyyy power it has is the one you give it.

you think you fell off? till now u were affirming and persisting but something horrible happened in your 3d and now everything sucks again? congratulations, it doesnt matter, cuz you still have it. you still have your desire.

you fucked up? you have doubts? you start looking at the 3d for validation? congratulations. doesnt matter. I still have what i want.

you felt negatively? you acknowledged the lack of ur desire? you thought whyy is it not here yet? congratulations. doesnt fucking matter at all. i already have it.

spiral. go ahead and cry and whine and have doubts and question if this is real or not. hate everything and feel like shit. doesnt matter baby, YOU STILLLL HAVE WHAT YOU WANT!!!

when we say the 3d doesnt matter. it truly doesnt. the only meaning the 3d has is the meaning we give it.

i felt like i fell off, the month changed and my 3d didnt so i started wondering where is it, why dont i have it, am i doing something wrong, then the intrusive thoughts follow “what if its not real” “omg am i just wasting my time” “what if i dont get it” “what will i do now” you know what i did? i gave myself the biggest smile and told myself….it doesnt matter sam, my love. you still have it. and i dooo. i still do.

you have to understand that this disgusting ass stinky crappy old 3d which is literally a graveyard, an absolute shitshow that does not have anything to do with us, its all the past, its all dead, so it doesnt matter how i react, when i know i have it in my god state, aka my imagination, aka the only true reality, aka the only reality that matters at all.

so you cann spiral. you can fuck up. my god you can have a mental fucking breakdown and ur 3d could turn into absolute shit and ur sp can hate u and ur dad could get cancer and a tsunami could come and world war 3 can start…IT DOESNT FUCKING MATTER!!!! IT HAS NOOOO EFFECT AT ALLL.

take ur power back. literally announce that no matter what this old dead reality shows u, ur life could go to complete shit, trust me that doesn’t matter when fulfillment is present in your heart. ur only job is to have it. stop reacting. stop stop stop reacting and start having, thats where all your power lies and thats the way to pure fulfillment.

-love, samu <3

[vanillaviola333]

Things i manifested since the start of the year✨

- uncle not dying of cancer and healing (we were told he would have a week only and after 5 weeks he’s still here)

- lots of snow where i live

- free skin in fortnite from someone

- shifted to a parallel reality where i found my airpods (magically showing up in my airpod case when they weren’t their before)

- lucid dreamed (i scripted it the day before)

- movement of sp

- seeing certain people in public i wanted to see

- going on holiday this year

- text from old friends

- my cat having 7 kittens

- hair longer, growing faster and not shedding

- my fave celebrity performing at a festival for free

It is for real this easy!!

[harmoonix]

🌃Starchild Astrology Notes🌃

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🌃 - 9th house can show how you get along with your spouse family esp brother or sister in law (You can also look at the planets and the ruler of the 9th house)

Moon or Venus in the 9th house = You can along good with your spouse family especially the mother of feminine figures in their family

Sun in the 9th house = The same thing as the moon but you tend to get along more with their brother or father

Jupiter in the 9th house = Shows that the majority of your sp family likes you, you are likable in their family

Mercury in the 9th house = Shows you have great communication with your sp family, like you tend to call eachother a lot and talk about the things in your life

Mars/Saturn/Pluto in the 9th house = Here these planets can bring a bit of intensity in your sp family, like they tend to be more curious and suspicious in a way. But don't forget that aspects also matter

Uranus in the 9th house can be an indicator of being the different one, they see you different an unique, like your sp family can be very traditional and you can be the one who is more different/unique

Neptune in the 9th house is an indicator of making an bounding with them, like you tend to be close and appreciated

(If you have an empty 9 House look at the ruler planet (for example, Cancer in the 9th house =Moon)

🌃 - S.O.S message to everyone with Pluto/Saturn or Lilith in the 11th house, take care what people you have around because you have a magnetic energy around you and that attracts people but also betrayers (So take care💙)

🌃 - Lilith/Saturn/Neptune in the 6th house can often get into sad moods because they absorb every single energy in the room so they can often be moody

🌃 - Lilith harshly aspecting Moon indicates an hurt inner child or an painful childhood, is not easy to talk about your young ages but is important to know that you are strong 🩷

🌃 - What energy does your Moon Sign has based on the Ying/Yang ☯️ element

Fire and Air Moon reprsent the Yang energy (the white part)

Water and Earth Moon represent the Ying energy (the black part)

🌃 - Moon in the 4th, 8th or 12th house show great spirituality level and highly intuitive mind, they can also tend to sense paranormal activities

🌃 - Aquarius Placements or Aquarius in big 3 are big humanitarian people, they love to help with everything they can to make the world a better place for the future

🌃 - Cancer Venus/Venus in the 4th house can be shy around their crushes, and often they can get anxious when they are near them

🌃 - Gemini Venus/Venus in the 3rd house love to flirty and to make a good first impression to the people they like. I can't lie some of them are so cute while flirting that I can't take them serious 😭🫶🏼

🌃 - 10°, 22° degrees in a man's Ascendant chart can make him an gentleman, like that type of man who is very respectful, serious and polite

🌃 - 4°, 16°, 28° degrees on your ascendant, let me tell you that you have very beautiful eyes and people can often get lost in your eyes while they talk to you

🌃 - 9°, 21° degrees on your ascendant can make the native an very wild spirit, they love adventure and getting wild, they may also love to be in the wild places

🌃 - Mercury at Leo Degrees (5°, 17°, 29°) have a very lovely voice, they know how to talk politely enough to charm someone

🌃 - Based on my experience Cancer, Pisces and Libra and Aquarius placements tend to be more forgivable than others, like they would be the type of people who can give you a 2nd chance and will try to make you an better person

🌃 - Moon/South Node or Sun in the 9th house/ 12th house can indicate an person who's soul is very wise and energetic, they are "travelers in time or past". Meaning that they can have dreams about their past lives but aswell about their future

🌃 - Chiron aspecting the South Node can indicate wounds coming to you from your past life, possibly it can mean some things you didn't had time to heal in your past life

🌃 - You can feel lazy when Saturn is transiting your 1st or 6th house, esp if is transitioning your 6th house you can have depression moments often

- Ascendant persona chart short observations

🌃 • Venus in your 1st or 10th house in your ascendant persona chart can be an indicator of great beauty and good looking appearance

Jupiter in your 10th house in your ascendant persona chart can help you a lot with achieving your succes in career faster

Mercury in your 5th house in the asc persona chart can show an potential actor at voice dubbing or just tend to have a childish voice

Libra Asc in your asc persona chart gives you wonderful hair

Mars in your 8th house in your asc persona chart can indicate an person with high libido

Sun in the 1st house in your asc persona chart shows likable personality by people and appreciated for their character

- Hellooooo to all it is such a good day to post some Starchild Post 🌃 since is autumn now the stars can be seen more clearly in the sky (esp if you live in the north area of the earth)

🌃 The sky is beautiful so you are all who read this post today or in any other day, don't forget that you are beautiful no matter what 🌃

🌃 Have a great day to everyone reading my post

-Harmoonix 🌃🌃🌃

[nondualiber]

(small tw: death threads) the anon from the last time (blocked now ofc) wrote another message saying i should kms because i was a fraud and i never manifested anything(?) and that gave me the idea of making today's post :)

every single thing i manifested so far & things i am (or will) manifesting

things i already manifested

an incredible, excessive amount of ice cream and cakes

shiny, long, healthy hair

stop being bullied & changing schools

fixing my relationship with a girl that ghosted me and talked shit about me for two years

a flat tummy + small waist

my grandmother beating cancer :)

my brother being nicer & getting him a school (he's autistic so a lot of schools were rejecting him last year)

random people being in love with me (exactly 15 ppl has)

perfectly clear skin

my db - in progress ;)

my family having lots of money

moving to my desired house

having braces

a boat

TONS of my desired clothes

lucid dreaming almost every night

skipping school (i had 76 absences last year 💀)...

but still approving with the highest marks 😝 (9.7 average)

traveling to Brazil

going to a taylor swift concert

things i am manifesting

traveling to Italy to see a friend of mine

entering the void on command

my family being even richer - no amount of money is ever enough money 🎀

me and all of my friends going to my desired school

my df

an iphone

revising that a certain group of people doesn't exist and never did

Argentina being a rich, safe country

an sp :)

being friends with desired person

[bloomyeu]

또 다시 밤 (twilight)

pairing: bang chan x female reader

summary: In the aftermath of a heartbreaking breakup, you navigate the haunting memories of your past relationship with Chan, struggling to find peace in a world that feels forever altered.

word count: 3k

warnings: angst, greif, mean!chan, rlly sad. based off of the song heh

a/n: first fic of changst!!!

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Sitting alone in your small apartment, the city’s hum outside barely reaches you through the dimly lit room. Shadows dance on the walls, casting an almost eerie glow that contrasts sharply with the emptiness you feel inside. This space, once vibrant with life and laughter, now feels like a hollow shell of what it used to be. Memories of Chan, your ex, haunt every corner of your mind, weaving through the fabric of your daily routine.

The apartment is a time capsule of happier days. Chan’s side of the bed remains untouched, a testament to the mornings that once began with shared smiles and sleepy conversations. His side of the closet is still lined with his clothes, a stark reminder of the warmth that used to fill the room. The spare toothbrush left in the bathroom drawer and his favorite shampoo still sitting untouched in the shower are small remnants of a life you once shared.

Your first encounter with Chan happened at the convenience store where you worked the late shift. It was always around 2 a.m. when he would come in, his routine a comforting ritual. He’d purchase the same pack of instant ramen, a simple yet endearing habit that quickly became a part of your nightly routine.

“You’re really making a habit out of this, aren’t you? Is there a secret recipe for that ramen you’re not telling me about?”

Chan flashed you a grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Maybe it’s the secret ingredient of sleep deprivation. It keeps me sane while working.”

You laughed, leaning against the counter. “You know, my mom always told me that eating too much ramen would give you cancer.”

Chan raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. “Really? And here I thought ramen was the key to eternal youth. Guess I’ll have to rethink my diet.”

“Maybe you’re just immune,” you teased back, enjoying the easy banter.

“Of course, I am. I’m Superman, after all,” Chan joked, striking a playful pose that made you chuckle.

What began as casual exchanges soon evolved into something deeper. Those late-night encounters turned into long conversations, each one drawing you closer. Chan had a knack for turning the mundane into something magical. Your talks about dreams, aspirations, and even the quirks of daily life became the things you cherish most. The simple quiet moments with chan.

“You know, I used to think the stars were just there to look pretty. But now, I think they’re like tiny reminders of how we’re all connected. Like us.”

You looked at him, your heart swelling at his words. “That’s a way to think about it. I sometimes think that that the universe is playing matchmaker, bringing people together for a reason. Kinda like cupid ahaha”

Chan smiled warmly, reaching for your hand. “I’m glad the universe brought us together. Without you, I would probably be dead to my instant ramen fixation. You make every day brighter, even the darkest ones.”

Your relationship with Chan blossomed over shared moments and tender gestures. The nights spent under the stars, discussing dreams and promises, became the highlights of your time together. Chan’s charm and sincerity made every moment special, turning even the mundane into something extraordinary.

Your shared experiences—whether it was exploring new places, cooking meals together, or simply enjoying quiet evenings—deepened your connection. Chan’s laughter was a constant source of joy, and his presence became a comforting constant in your life.

Now, as you sit in the quiet of your apartment, surrounded by the remnants of those joyful days, the contrast between the past and the present is stark. The shadows on the walls, the untouched spaces, and the lingering traces of Chan’s presence are constant reminders of the love you once shared. The city’s hum outside is a distant murmur compared to the echoes of laughter and warmth that still linger in your heart.

As you look around the apartment, the memories of Chan come flooding back—each one a bittersweet reminder of the love that once filled this space. Despite the emptiness, you find solace in the cherished moments and the deep connection you once shared.

Chan was everything to you, your rock, your beacon of hope, your home. But that was before everything had changed.

—

The room is shrouded in an eerie quiet, the shadows of the night dancing on the walls as if mocking the emptiness that lingers. The once-vibrant space now feels like a mausoleum of lost love.

You remember the day everything shifted. Chan’s growing distance had become palpable, an invisible chasm widening between you. It started with small things—missed calls, unanswered texts, and fleeting moments of irritability. Each time you tried to address the growing gap, Chan’s responses were curt and dismissive.

The night the reality of the situation crashed down on you was unforgettable. Chan had come home late, and you were already waiting, your heart heavy with the weight of unspoken words. The tension in the room was suffocating, a prelude to the confrontation you had been dreading.

“Chan, we need to talk,” you said, your voice trembling as you attempted to mask the fear in your heart.

Chan’s face was a mask of exhaustion and frustration. “can it wait? I’m exhausted, i just wanna take a shower and sleep.”

You stepped closer, your voice trembling with a mix of desperation and hurt. “It’s not just about tonight. Its about everything, these past few weeks, the constant ‘I cant talk right now’ excuse, you not responding to my texts, my calls, standing me up multiple times. We’re drifting apart, and it feels like you’re just… slipping away. I’m trying to hold on, but it’s like I’m losing you every day. You aren't even trying”

Chan’s face twisted with anger, his frustration finally spilling over. “Holy Fuck. I’m so sick of your bullshit and your whining. I’m doing everything I can, and it’s never enough for you, is it? You don’t understand how hard I’m working, how much I’m trying to keep everything from falling apart. I have a job, a group to run, I constantly have to be producing, sorry I can't be your little puppy over here to take you out when you feel lonely.”

You recoiled from his harsh words, the sting of his anger cutting deep. “I’m not asking for the world, Chan. I just want to feel like you’re still here with me. Instead, it feels like I’m clinging to a memory of who we used to be.”

Chan’s eyes narrowed, his anger unabated. “Well, maybe if you stopped focusing on what I’m not doing, you’d see that I’m barely keeping it together. Maybe I’m just too exhausted to give you what you want right now!”

The hurt in your eyes was palpable, tears streaming down your face. “So what? You’re just going to give up on us because it’s too hard? I thought we were supposed to face these challenges together, not let them tear us apart.”

Chan’s expression was cold, his voice sharp. “I don’t see how we can fix this if you keep whining for my attention like a fucking dog. Maybe we’re just not meant to be together anymore. I’m done trying to make you understand something you clearly don’t want to. You obviously have an issue with my job and the hours im working, and Its like you want me to quit. You know I can't do that. Honestly i'm sick of you.”

You took a step back, the finality of his words sinking in. “Is this really how you want it to end? Just like that, without even trying to work things out?”

Chan’s face remained hardened, his anger leaving no room for remorse. “I don’t know what more you want from me. I’m at my limit, and I can’t keep pretending everything is fine when it’s not. Maybe we’re both better off apart.”

The tears continued to fall as you struggled to hold back your sobs. “I never wanted this. I wanted to fight for us, to find a way through this mess. But if you’re really done, then maybe this is the end.”

Chan’s silence was deafening, his anger making it clear he had nothing more to say. You took a shuddering breath, feeling the weight of the end pressing down on you. “Goodbye, Chan. I hope you find what you’re looking for, even if it’s not with me.”

As you turned to leave, Chan’s voice cut through the silence, harsh and unyielding. “Good riddance. Maybe this will be easier for both of us.”

You walked away, each step feeling like a heavy blow, the finality of the breakup echoing in the emptiness left behind.

—

The days following the breakup were a blur of desolation. Your grief was a constant companion, a heavy blanket that suffocates you with its weight. 

Meals that were once a joy to prepare and share now feel like a chore. 

You force yourself to eat, but the taste of food has become bland, unappealing. The mere act of eating feels like an intrusion on your sorrow. You find yourself staring at empty plates, unable to summon the appetite that once came so easily. The thought of food is a reminder of how much has changed, of how your life has shifted from one of shared experiences to solitary mourning.

Every corner of your apartment holds a piece of Chan, and it feels like you're living in a shrine to a lost love. You can’t escape the reminders of him—the way the sunlight filters through the blinds just like it used to when he was there, the lingering scent of his cologne that clings to the pillows, the echoes of his laughter that still seem to resonate in the empty space. Each detail is a bitter reminder of what once was, amplifying your sense of loss.

You feel like you're stuck in a time loop, unable to move forward or let go. The reality of Chan’s absence is overwhelming. You catch yourself reaching for your phone to text him, only to be met with the cold reality that he’s no longer there to reply. The reminders of him—his favorite songs, the TV shows you used to watch together—are painful triggers, causing a fresh wave of heartache every time you encounter them.

You miss him more than you thought possible. The emptiness is consuming, leaving you feeling hollow and disconnected from the world. You find yourself drifting through your days, each one a monotonous repetition of the last. The joy you once found in simple pleasures has been replaced by a pervasive sense of longing. You keep replaying moments from your relationship, trying to find some sense of closure or understanding, but all you find is more sorrow.

Despite your best efforts to move on, you feel trapped in the memory of what you once had. The past clings to you like a shadow, refusing to let go. Your attempts to engage with friends or distract yourself with activities only serve as temporary reprieves from the overwhelming sense of loss. The void left by Chan’s departure feels insurmountable, an emotional chasm that you can’t seem to cross.

Each day is a struggle to get out of bed, to face a world that feels alien and unwelcoming. You try to force yourself into a routine, but the energy to do so is lacking. The weight of the breakup is a constant presence, a reminder of the love you lost and the future you once envisioned together.

In the quiet moments, when the distractions of daily life fade away, the grief is most profound. You are left alone with your thoughts, drowning in the memories of happier times and the pain of their absence. The emotional void is both vast and intimate, a deep well of sadness that seems impossible to escape. The world continues to move around you, but you are stuck, trapped in a cycle of longing and regret, unable to move forward or let go.

—

As the days pass, you find yourself subconsciously drawn to activities and places that hold echoes of Chan. It's as if you’re searching for fragments of the past to piece together a semblance of the love that once defined your life. Each activity is both a source of solace and a trigger for the deep-seated sorrow you feel.

You take a walk through the park where you and Chan used to spend lazy Sunday afternoons. The park, once a backdrop for your shared laughter and quiet conversations, now feels eerily silent. The swings creak softly in the breeze, and you can almost hear Chan’s laughter as he pushed you gently. You sit on a bench, tracing patterns in the dirt with your shoe, as you remember how Chan used to playfully tease you about your attempts to draw perfect shapes. The memories come flooding back, sharp and bittersweet, mingling with the tears that you try to hold back.

Back at home, you find yourself scrolling through social media, a habit you had hoped to break. Chan’s presence is everywhere. His photos, tagged by friends and fans, are a constant reminder of what you’ve lost. You see him in candid shots, his radiant smile captured in moments you were once a part of. His posts about new projects and achievements are a painful juxtaposition to your current emotional state. Each notification feels like a stab to your heart, but you can’t bring yourself to unfollow or mute his updates. It’s as if seeing him, even from a distance, is a way to keep a part of him in your life, despite the growing void.

Your dreams are invaded by memories of Chan. At night, when you close your eyes, your mind transports you back to moments of intimacy and joy. You dream of nights spent under the stars, where Chan’s voice would soothe your fears and his presence would banish loneliness. In these dreams, everything is perfect again, and the pain of waking up is almost unbearable. You wake up with tears on your pillow, yearning for the comfort of those fleeting moments that seem so real and yet so unattainable.

You attempt to engage in activities that once brought you joy, hoping to reclaim some sense of normalcy. You bake cookies using the recipe Chan loved. The smell of vanilla and chocolate chips fills your kitchen, but instead of bringing comfort, it amplifies your sense of loss. You remember how Chan used to sneak into the kitchen for a taste before the cookies were even cool, and the kitchen now feels emptier without his playful presence. You bake the cookies anyway, each bite a bittersweet reminder of the past.

Even your favorite cafe, where you used to meet Chan for your morning fix, feels different. You sit in the same corner booth you used to frequent, clutching your coffee cup with a sense of nostalgia. The barista gives you a sympathetic smile, remembering the way Chan used to order his coffee just the way you liked it. The place holds echoes of conversations and laughter, now overshadowed by the silence of your solitude. You sip your coffee slowly, the warmth of the drink doing little to comfort the coldness in your heart.

You also start a journal, hoping to process your emotions through writing. The pages are filled with reflections on your relationship with Chan, capturing the highs and lows, the dreams you shared, and the gradual unraveling of your connection. You write about your regrets and your hopes for healing, pouring your heart out in a desperate attempt to make sense of the pain.

As you look through old photo albums, you find yourself overwhelmed by a mix of emotions. The photographs capture moments of genuine happiness, but they also serve as reminders of what you’ve lost. You trace the faces in the pictures with your fingers, each image a testament to the love that once brought you joy. The albums become both a treasure trove and a source of anguish, each turn of the page bringing a fresh wave of grief.

Your days and nights are a constant battle between holding on to memories and facing the reality of your separation. The memories of Chan are intertwined with every aspect of your life, making it difficult to escape the constant reminder of what once was. The process of reconnecting with these memories brings both comfort and pain, as you navigate through the lingering echoes of a love that now seems like a distant dream.

As you sit in the quiet of your apartment, the familiar ache of loss has transformed into a tender, enduring sadness. The once vibrant memories of Chan now feel like distant echoes, softened by time but never fully fading. The space around you, while gradually becoming more reflective of your own growth, still carries traces of what once was.

You find yourself gazing out of the window, lost in thought. The world outside continues to move with its usual rhythm, indifferent to the emotional upheaval within your walls. The city lights twinkle in the distance, a comforting yet distant reminder of the life that goes on beyond your small, personal world.

In the midst of this contemplation, a single, lingering wish takes shape in your heart. You close your eyes and allow yourself to dream of a future where paths might cross again. There’s no expectation, no plan—just a quiet hope that, somewhere down the line, life might offer a chance encounter or a moment of reconnection.

You imagine what it would be like to see Chan again, not as a desperate attempt to rekindle what was lost, but as a moment of acknowledgment of the shared past. Perhaps a brief conversation, a simple smile, or even just a nod of recognition—anything that might offer closure or understanding.

The thought of meeting Chan again brings a bittersweet smile to your face. You let the vision linger, holding onto the hope that time might bring unexpected reunions. As you turn away from the window, you carry with you a sense of peace, knowing that the future remains unwritten and full of possibilities.

With a final glance at the fading light outside, you softly whisper to the night

“Maybe someday.”

fin.

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[crushondonald]

The community is reaching out to help Mike Rinder get the medical care he needs as he fights cancer.

Since his escape in 2007, Mike has given so much ... by restlessly and courageously exposing the cruel and deceptive practises of the so-called "Church" of Scientology. He has always been a place to go for those who needed help to get out of this brainwashing cult and is loved by so many.

For me, as a Non-Scientologist, Mike is a tremendous inspiration, a living witness that it is never too late to change your life, your thinking, and, by extension, selflessly caring for others.

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Stay strong, Mike!

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Former Scientologist & Current Whistleblower against Scientology Mike Rinder has been diagnosed with esophageal cancer and insurance is not covering the treatment that is the most successful and the one that is needed. You can donate to his treatments through the link below.

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[indiacancersurgerysite]

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[talonabraxas]

Wolf Spirit Wizard Talon Abraxas January 2025 Full Moon in Cancer: Guided Meditation to Awaken Your Wolf Spirit & Heal with Birch Tree Energy The Full Moon in Cancer, peaking on January 13, 2025, is aligned with themes of home, emotional safety, and intuition. As Cancer is ruled by the Moon, this lunation amplifies heart-centered energy, making it an ideal time to nurture your emotional well-being and connect with your inner truth.

Known as the Wolf Moon, this lunar phase carries the symbolic energy of the wolf—intuition, courage, and the balance between independence and community. Wolves thrive in packs, leaning on their bonds for emotional regulation and support. This Full Moon invites you to find and thrive within a soul pack that resonates with love and alignment.

Additionally, the Celtic tradition recognizes this time as the Birch Tree Moon, symbolizing renewal, resilience, and hope. The birch tree’s energy supports new beginnings and the release of old patterns. Together, these energies create a powerful gateway for healing, connection, and growth.

The Sacred Energy of the Birch Tree Moon

In the Celtic Tree Calendar, the Birch Tree Moon marks the beginning of the year and is tied to themes of renewal, resilience, and purification. The birch tree, often the first to regrow after winter’s harshness, is seen as a symbol of new beginnings and hope. Its white bark reflects light, symbolizing purity and clarity as you shed old layers to embrace fresh opportunities.

This energy plays a pivotal role in our Full Moon Meditation, where the regenerative birch roots weave themselves into a sacred basket, gently cradling and supporting you during the activation process. As you ground into this sacred space, you connect with the birch’s healing properties—letting go of what no longer serves you while drawing in strength, serenity, and renewal from Mother Earth.

The birch tree also represents unity and connection- just like the Wolf Spirit, with its roots intertwined in the soil, reminding us of the importance of grounding while reaching for new heights. By grounding with the Birch Tree Moon, you align yourself with its resilient energy, fostering growth and deepening your connection to the cycles of nature. This basket of light, woven by birch roots, becomes a cradle of hope, holding you as you receive the moon’s cosmic light and awaken your Wolf Spirit.