#conscoiusness

[movedtodykedvonte]

Me: I want a happy ending for Spamton

Also me: Spam mailed ending is so cool and I love it

It's so fun cause omg the horror and guilt the addisons feel not only because they didn't realize these were pieces of their friend but also realizing that abandoning him and ignoring the sketchiness of the caller in the first place allowed this to happen. Like if they were more concerned than jealous they could've pointed out red flags even though Spam was probably already in too deep.

I like endings that are messed up or twist on characters' desires. I can imagine the ads just saying they just wanted him back or wish they had a piece of him as a memento and the omnipresent messenger gives them exactly what they asked for. It's like a genie's wish or something that causes a finger on the monkey's paw to curl.

[saexy]

still not over vamp!sae...the fact when he eats you out from yhe back.. but also feeds his thirtss..and you syart losing conscoiusness... your body giving.. you cant tell if its bec overstimuaktion or losing blood ...

[kryoymir]

For the end of what has been one of my more active years, I asked fans to submit some questions. Here, I've answered them to the best of my ability.

Also, you can find a remix of Already Over by Mike Shinoda on my YouTube and SoundCloud now!

Hi Kryo, is VOID NXLL still a thing or you're not sure?

So, I don't want to say anything concrete on this because when I do that it usually doesn't work out, but I hope you'll keep an eye on the VN social medias next year.

Which track from Slipstream of Conscoiusness is your favorite and why?

I thought this might be a hard one to answer but, surprisingly, the answer came pretty quickly once I started thinking about it. Kick It! is by far my favorite piece in this body of work I'm already incredibly proud of. I just love the energy and style to it, it feels incredibly refreshing in a way I can't quite put into words.

What is your top music of 2023?

Slipstream of Consciousness!

No no, seriously. So, in no particular order, my top albums of the year are The Algorithm by Filter, EndEx by 3TEETH, and Under Glass by Kanga. There's also been some good stuff from Foo Fighters, SiM, King 810, and Spiritbox, and Linkin Park put out an excellent box set. As of writing this, HEALTH has a new album slated for digital release in December, and I suspect based on the singles I'll enjoy that quite a bit. If you like scores and soundtracks, the full OST for Chainsaw Man released this January, and FFXVI had a pretty killer one.

What's your GOTY (game of the year)?

This is a hard question to answer because a lot of the games I was looking forward to this year were disappointing in one way or another. Tears of the Kingdom was pretty weak as far as lore and storytelling, FFXVI didn't keep the gameplay engaging enough for the 80 hours I played it and the level design was lackluster in some places, Spider-Man 2 dropped the ball with the third arc. Overall very hard to pick one.

Is there a possibility of an extended version of Seventeenth Angel? Very charming track, wish it would be longer.

It's not an impossibility. I don't currently have any plans to work on one but that's not to say it'll never happen! I will keep this in mind in the future though and if the opportunity presents itself, I'll try my hardest to make it happen.

[kidestom]

Thoughts aren't inherently true

Notice the thoughts that come up as just thoughts, without attaching to them.

No thought is true unless you invest in it, attach to it, and believe in it.

You are the power that validates your thoughts.

Once you create that space of awareness around thoughts and recognize what they really are, they’ll lessen and as you keep seeing them for what they are, they stop coming up altogether.

Unless it serves you, there is no reason to believe in anything you think. There is full internal power in that.

Your mind was never meant to be the driver.

For more reminders on your ability to self-regulate, visit my website.

Kidest OM, http://infinite-life.com

[plus-low-overthrow]

TRIBE - Learn to Love (ABC Records)

prod. Dee Ervin, 1973.

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[thechembow]

Something In the Air Today... Confirmation Clouds

Sept. 5, 2017

The energy was clear and clean today and confirmation clouds in the sky let us know that the atmosphere was negatively ionized and orgone rich. We are purging evil from this world and bringing back life and hope to all living things with orgone energy. Everyone is contributing to this change in consciousness. Now is the time!

[tnbtheories]

In this segment we explore the fundamental principles required for effective breaking.

[boy-cow]

Consciousness is stored in the Balls

Reblog to put and end to this miserable plane of existence

[stevenloves]

Science, technology, purposes of the electronic age

Is there an end to sceince and technology? And is there anything beyond it? The Urantia book calls this the electronic phase, and it has some vulnerabilities (AI going bad, civilizations coming into shape with technology).

But what is after? What is our ultimate fate? What is the best thing we can strive for or accomplish? What is our best self? How can we be something worthwhile, or live up to our potential?

The questions of our potential lie beyond immortality, it is what we do with it, or even if we abandon it. It is how we affiliate and what those notions caused or helped us to do. The electronic age entails immortality. But for some this would be bad.

We need only wait for the one who can wield these new techs and powers, and help others use them safely. We wait for the one to emerge, when he is ready to use his skill. And help the adept to these. Evolve.

Energy powers, Motion control, Sense display, and will for a campaign.

The campaign against anything resting on a phylactary. And to destroy all objects of necromancy created to sustain a foe. Destroying soul objects (phylacteries) to ressurect what iron weights they put put on the earth, replacing the place of iron's settlement with a disrupting orb of energy

The esquire only need flip the balance table each time a competitor outdid their foe, and the foe need upset the balance sheet back to fight the competitor, Only win happens when one does withdrawl or one is dead and no more action can be taken of a dead character, leaving the balance sheet ruled in the player's favor, should the foe be vanquished.

These are attributes to games, But Should we apply them to health, biochemical makeup. If a scheme sequence representation can be made of an electrochemical make up. and that electrochemical makeup can be shown to stay the same over time. Overlays of that scheme can be made and integrated with the originanl scheme, for a control sheet of the first scheme. instancing can be transfer conscoiusness even. to the artificial scheme.

[prodigalsunn]

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[opalmothnightingale]

Or Not, Here,...

7- 13- 19 - Sometimes you have to do things in a flowing way, or so I seem to feel about me.  Other times people say just flow and I feel no flow that feels safe and sane.  But whatever.  I think I will just post the link here.  Yes it seems weird.  Because it’s no more hidden than to post written posts.  But it will become more hidden.  

So over time, it will be more in the past.  

Here is the link to my mental health illness blog. (I changed my mind and removed the link, will post it later once I get the hang of writing there and don’t feel self-conscious or doubtful about what to write, after the first however many posts it takes to get to this point,...)

It sounds dreary and dramatic (the address, that is) but I’m not intending to make it really that way all of the time, any more than my mental health posts were here,... But I may put more of that there, because I won’t censor.  I will therefore include my strange brand of spirituality and that includes visions and auditory messages and love with spirits, among other things.  

I wanted to post it here, the link there, because I thought of a post I wanted to make that was mental health related.  Then the thought left me, like that,...  I thought, if I have a good flow going, I keep it going,...  I lose self-conscoiusness.  I am not that self-conscious in fact, nor that socially afraid, because I am my own person.  The main fear is that I won’t blend in enough, won’t be able to keep my mind separate.  Not that they won’t think good things, because it’s not too important, but that they will infect my mind with doubts and fears and confusion, about whether I’m safe, about whether I matter.  I don’t need to impress, I just need to remain separate so when I get in my flow I can do that but I don’t know if the flow is coming.  Too late?  I already posted the link...

Anyway, if anyone wants to look at this blog, go ahead but I may not post much of anything for a while until it starts to have its own good flow.  You may as well not follow until then if you want to at all.  I don’t expect it at all, but you never know.  I mean, a crazy person’s mental illness blog of tedium and delusion and self-centered thoughts all about me?  Yeah, but that is my world. 

I don’t have a problem with it but only when others make me feel that I’m wrong,...  Even though I don’t care but I do and somehow unless I think “You don’t matter”, “I don’t love you” or “I hate you”, I can’t seem to begin to tune them out, yet,...  Even if I don’t know them and don’t care.  Now why is that?  I am trying to think, lately “I’m just your shadow”, because I think they don’t like me because of that- I am just their shadow, disowned, unable to be seen...  But I don’t know if that will be enough punch and vigor to help me feel set right and in my right place in my world.  My world where they don’t deserve to spew their invalidation every which way I look along with all of the rest of mainstream culture who act like my personality is a problem for existing,...  hm, y’ know?

and then I don’t care about them except insofar as I can screen them out because I care, but I don’t care for the part of them that says I need to be different than I am, than I must be, than I’ve always been.  Artists and writers are “self-obsessed”, so they say, and so are the mentally ill, often.  It’s not a flaw, but a liability, a gift, and a personality trait, or it is for me.  It holds a mixed blessing and double sided coin of curse. 

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[thearcher-2]

Jupiter Conjunct Neptune @ 23° of Pisces 4/12/2022 - The Great Benefic Jupiter comes together with the dreamy, illusive & compassionate planet of Neptune! Both planets have rulership being in the sign of Pisces which makes this a very rare once in a life time experience! Jupiter is the traditional ruler of Pisces & Neptune is the modern co-ruler of Pisces! Jupiter & Neptune come together every 12 to 13 years in each zodiac sign, but Jupiter & Neptune haven’t meet up in the sign of Pisces since March 17, 1856 which is due to Neptunes long orbit around the Sun which is 165 years. This energy expands your dreams, connections to spirituality, heightens your consciousness, very healing, surrendering to the divine, vivid dreams, new visions, having more faith which helps you connect your beliefs with your intuition! There is a another side to this aspect which could be very deceiving in what you’re hearing from the media. You can’t believe in everything you see or hear cause this will overwhelm you with made up possibilities. One other possibility could occur is escapism through any kind of drugs or consuming lots of amounts of alcohol which could be dangerous if you’re addictive to anything. Jupiter Neptune conjunction in Pisces can also be very creative as in art, music, writing, poetry, spiritualism, religion, sensitivity & film! This aspect will create so many new possibilities in our future which will help us connect in a new way of the many realms & more understanding of the universe! Jupiter Conjunct Neptune in Pisces is probably the best aspect of the year so don’t just pass on this transit. Get connected to your beliefs & listen to your intuition cause that’s an important aspect of who we are as creatures! #astrology #horoscope #universe #Jupiter #Neptune #pisces #conjunction #beliefs #intuition #connections #spirituality #expanding #mysterious #outerrealms #boundless #faith #music #film #writing #publishing #poetry #religion #art #dreams #healing #conscoiusness #surrendering #divine #visions #deceiving https://www.instagram.com/p/CcQfxwZpaoS/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[southern-gothics]

+･:*・. SELF PARA - CHEYENNE .・*:･+

The idea of being suffocated to death had always been a very realistic way to go. It wasn’t hard to choke on something, and if someone was unlucky enough they could surely pass right then and there. But the idea of being buried underground alive had never been too frightening to Cheyenne in her lifetime. Not because she hadn’t been exposed to it, but rather it seemed to be such a far fetched idea compared to the million other ways she could sever her ties from this earth. 

Yet it turns out that fate had a funny way of working. 

When she had been brutally murdered at the expense of keeping her family’s secret well hidden, she hadn’t expected to live past it. There was no kidnapping that had taken place; nothing to prolong her suffering even though the layout of her body had been left to rot in a decrepit shack. 

When she had been discovered by none other than one the McDades guardians, John, no one had thought of her coming back to life. Her body didn’t hold any signs of the living. Flesh cold and bone white, eviscerated organs an extremity from the way they had been pulled out of her middle, and her blood seeping into every surface around where she laid. 

They buried her looking as serene and peaceful as the mortician could conduct. It’d been a monumental task, but doable as the wake was put into session. Her casket was lowered into the ground; dirt dutifully piled and packed on top as the mourning crowd slowly left one by one. 

It made sense that no one on this earth would’ve thought that Cheyenne would’ve stirred again. Nature should’ve taken over; let her corpse decompose and fester underneath the ground.

Her legs shouldn’t have knocked against the inner bedding of the casket instead. The hidden caps and thread that kept her eyes and mouth neatly in place shouldn’t have been torn out as the feeling of claustrophobia amped up higher and higher after mere seconds of regaining conscoiusness. 

But they did and it happened just like that.

She was disorientated when she took her first gasp in. Everything was beyond dark, and the crippling feeling of being confined almost drove her mad instantly. She screamed until her throat went raw, thrashed against the unrelenting confines of her earthly grave until she had surely fractured a few weaker bones. 

Growing up, she had always heard stories about hell. How the different circles and depths varied greatly depending on how corrupt one’s soul was. She’d always hung onto each word with such interest, such morbid fascination instead of fear. Now, though, she was held hostage to it; terrified that this was her own personal hell as the air grew thin and the sheer force of panic wouldn't leave her.  

Sobs wracked her body, made her seize as her hands cramped from the intensity of hopelessness she was struck with. She was lone, lost, confused and probably forgotten for all she knew. 

Being the daughter of two demons didn’t mean that she hadn’t indulged in the word of prayer. It’d always been an ironic thing, really, but now she was at her wits end and almost tried to believe in it. But she didn’t. She couldn’t, because what kind of god would let this happen. Then again, maybe this was punishment for the life she had led alongside the evil spawns from hell. 

Either way, she called out with all her might; what was left of her at that point. Minutes ticked by without any change- hours and days could’ve ticked by without her knowledge. Time held her in a painful limbo as she remained trapped. The life and hope within her started to die all over again by the time a noise started to sound.

At first it was distant, barely audible to her strained ears. Then it became closer, louder as a series of dull shuffling came from above. Her eyes opened again although she still couldn’t see in the dark. A potent mix of hope, fear and anxiety stirred in the depths of her gut as she waited to see if anything would happen. If someone had come to rescue her. Yet a part of her didn’t believe it even though she desperately hoped that was the case. There hadn’t been a way to know that she was alive once more. So it only rose suspicion that someone, or something, had come digging to her grave. 

The first grinding scratch thundered in her ear drums. Terror took hold of her, but it faded to extreme unease when everything went dead silent a second later. That didn’t last more than a minute, though, when a flurry of scratches raked furiously all along the cover of her coffin. A low, booming howl pierced through the world above her, making her tremble as she waited with bated breath. 

The scraping continued before a sudden yell was heard; one that spoke in actual words instead of a beastly boon. “Chey? Cheyenne?” The voice called as the scratching stopped abruptly. 

It took a second for her to rifle through her cataloged memories to recognize who was talking. “Jackie?” She said, merely in a whisper of disbelief before she tried again. “Jackie- I’m in here. Get me out-” Her words were choked by the dryness of her throat, but her nerves were somewhat settled by the storm of reassurances the hellhound belted out. 

A heavy sound of clicks came before light was exposed into the cavern where she was held. Coughing from the downpour of excess dirt and grime, she shielded her face and nearly screamed from the unexpected feeling of hands on her. Cheyenne was dragged out, her body instantly enveloped in two strong arms. The words that were rambled brokenly next to her ear didn’t completely register as she clung to Jackie, now standing in the coffin she should have been buried in for an eternity.