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[ariadnelives]

AMARU - A SHORT STORY

Author’s note: This story is to celebrate Pilar Spacebreather’s birthday, July 17th, 2605! The bulk of it takes place on her 19th birthday, some months after “Cryptocracy.” The ending takes place shortly before “Force Majeure.”

Pilar turned the pin over in her hand, running her finger over the cold silver and smooth, colorful enamel. At first glance, she’d thought the gift was to give her another gay accessory to pin to her jacket, but on closer inspection, the bright rainbow had what appeared to be a brilliant gold medallion shining in the center.

“What is it?” She asked. “The gold circle in the middle.”

“It’s the Cusco flag,” Beam explained excitedly. “I’ve been talking Baltimore’s ear off about this for weeks. It’s a bit personal, and it takes some explaining, so I wanted to give it to you before the big party. You know, sister to sister.”

Beam had always been an only-child, and this was Pilar’s first birthday since she’d adopted Beam as an elder sister, so she was excited to dote on her. Pilar could already see that Beam had two more gifts wrapped and poorly hidden behind her back, but she was in no rush to end this bonding moment.

The pin was beautiful, Pilar couldn’t deny, but she was nonetheless confused. “And Cusco is…?”

“It’s a city on Earth-- don’t make that face,” Beam said, before Pilar even had a chance to make a face. “It’s in Peru, the city where my parents were born. My aunts and uncles still live there. I may have grown up halfway across the world, but this is my home, and my family… and it’s yours too.”

Pilar smiled. She never thought she’d be happy to receive a token of a city on Earth. She’d been an unflinching red-blooded daughter of the red planet for all of her nineteen years, with no interest whatsoever in the planet they’d had to fend off multiple invasions from.

“Thank you, Beam, I love it,” she said, and hugged Beam tight. “You can’t know what it means to me that you’ve welcomed me into your family.”

Beam smiled. “But it’s not… just that, Pilar,” Beam said. “I mean, it’s not just yours because you and I are, you know, sisters now. It’s always been yours. You’ve had so much taken away from you, I just wanted to give you something back.”

Pilar smiled again. “When we met, I mentioned that my grandparents emigrated from a Unión Sudamericana.”

“And you said you didn’t know where, I remember,” Beam said, “but I did. I recognized something familiar in your accent, and I tried to fish for information, and when you told me you had no idea where your family was from, it… honestly, babe, it broke my heart. I’d never been in Big Sister Mode before so I didn’t even realize I was shifting into it, but god, I felt for you.”

Pilar smiled wistfully. She remembered having been a bit curt with Beam when she asked about her heritage, and she had assumed at the time that Beam had politely let the subject drop, she never expected her to follow up on it.

The truth was, it was honestly a bit of a sore spot for her. Her grandparents had all died when she was very young-- natural causes, nothing as traumatic as her parents’ execution-- and she’d been too young at the time to know to ask them for information. When her parents were killed, they were on Earth for business. She and Sasha were left without a home, and she suddenly realized how little she’d known about her family as people, and how she now had no way of ever asking them those questions.

A lot of Pilar’s life had been spent trying to find some connection to her past, her family, and her culture. She dressed and styled herself like her late father, and Sasha often told her she even sounded like him when she spoke. If pressed, she would even admit that this is part of why she was so staunch in her Martian patriotism. It was, after all, the only cultural identity she had left.

“So,” Beam said, “when we got back to Earth, I started on a little… project. You told me your original name. María del Pilar Aguilar Amaru, and then Sasha is Sachasisa Anita Aguilar Amaru. That cinched it for me that you guys were Peruvian, Sasha’s name being Quechua. I did some digging on those last names, and found immigration records matching those surnames, in the same decade your grandparents came to Mars.”

This stunned Pilar into silence. It had never occurred to her that there might actually be records on her family she could look into.

“It looks like your mother’s family and your father’s family knew each other before they moved to Mars.”

“It’s how my parents met,” Pilar said, “they grew up together, they were best friends as children.”

“You know how Mars is, there’s more Latinos here than in all of Latin America,” Beam laughed, “few hundred years ago, we saw another round of conquistadors coming and half of us got out of dodge, and the other half dug in their heels and said ‘you won’t get me out of my home without a fight.’ Those two groups maintained ties to one another, which is why Mars will always accept refugees fleeing Earth. The Martians sent any support they could to the resistance on Earth. There were strongholds, in the mountains, of Indigenous Resistance, independent from Earth’s control.”

Pilar loved the sound of this, but it was short-lived.

“Just before your grandparents came here, the last of these communities was located and forced out,” Beam said, “it looks like your family came here because they had lost their home, and faced death back on Earth. Mars welcomed them, and they built a home there. It’s what Mars has always stood for”

“They were Peruvian,” Pilar said, repeating the words three or four times just to celebrate the fact that she could. “My family… they were Peruvian.”

Beam produced the second of the three gifts, a small but heavy parcel. “Unwrap it,” she said, “I think you’ll appreciate this one.”

Pilar complied, she couldn’t wait to see where Beam was going with it. Inside was a small metal statue of a man with long hair and an intense gaze, resting on a book with a portrait of the same man on it.

“Amaru?” Pilar asked. “Is this a relative of mine too?”

“Túpac Amaru? I mean, that’d be awesome, but I doubt it,” Beam laughed. “He fought and died for the Indigenous peoples, to free them from colonial rule. inspired billions. You’ll read all about it in the book, my old history professor Dr. Maravi wrote it.”

Pilar ran her finger along the contours of the man’s face. The prominent cheekbones and aquiline nose, so much like her own. It felt like Beam had unlocked a part of her heart that she thought she’d forever lost access to.

“I’d bet your ancestors took on his name because he was a hero of theirs,” Beam said. “It might not be information on your family specifically, but it is their history, and their culture, and I hope it makes you feel connected to them, to us,anyway. And the book’s long as fuck, you’re not gonna run out of history to dig into anytime soon.”

“Beam, this is…” Pilar said, “this is the nicest gift anyone’s ever gotten me.”

Beam grinned as though she had been caught in a prank. “Well, give it a minute.”

“What,” Pilar said anxiously, “why, what have you got planned?!”

Beam produced the third gift, a thin, flat package.

“So, before you open this one, just remember, your parents owned a mom-and-pop grocery, and that most stores stay in business by advertising,” Beam said, “okay now OPEN IT.”

Pilar tore it open and was immediately unable to continue, as she began to cry almost immediately. Her mother’s face stared out at her through the tear in the wrapping paper.

“Here, I’ll help,” Beam jumped in, and pulled the rest of it away. In a sleek black metal frame, was a coupon circular for the NewMo Mercado, proudly advertising it as a family-owned business, with a photo of the precious family who owned it. Her father, looking like he was cut from stone, with his long hair tied back and beaming through a full black beard, his muscular arms exposed by his sleeveless shirt so you could see they were painted in intricate tattoos. He held the hand of a five-year-old Pilar, who was smiling so wide her eyes couldn’t stay open, and his other arm was tightly around the waist of her mother, whose flowing hair was tucked behind her ears, and it was amazing to behold how much the baby in her arms had grown up to look like her.

“Beam, I… Beam!” Pilar couldn’t get out the full sentence. She had no photos of her parents, they had lost everything when they died. She hadn’t seen their faces since before they died. The day-care center they had been left in for a week turned them out onto the streets, and they had no other family to go to. There wasn’t even anyone to hold a funeral for them. By the time they got back to their house, the bank had already staked its claim on it and sold their possessions to cover their parents’ remaining debt on the supermarket, which naturally, the bank had also repossessed ownership of.

Pilar had assumed her parents’ faces now only existed in soft focus, fading with every passing year from her and Sasha’s distant memories. It was now as though Beam had given them back to her.

She embraced Beam and squeezed her so tight it almost hurt, and she was sure she could hear Beam’s spine pop and began to openly sob into her shoulder, expressing her thanks over and over.

“That’s about what I thought,” Beam joked, “that’s why I wanted to give you this one privately. You don’t seem like the type who likes letting people see you cry.”

“How?!” Pilar asked.

“The Free Library Of New Moyamensing has an excellent records department,” Beam explained. “And that little girlfriend of yours was very helpful getting me and Baltimore over the border to page through it. Come on, clean yourself up, we’ve got a party to get to, and I want to see you make Sasha cry with that photo too.”

Six years on, Pilar sat awaiting Ariadne to be done preparing her new tattoo, and read the letter Beam had sent her that year. The letter was written in Quechua, which the two sisters had begun learning together on her 20th birthday. Beam’s mother, a native speaker, had been thrilled at this news, and ever since, they had begun speaking it conversationally among themselves, as well as practicing it in their letters.

Every year, Beam gave Pilar another gift that connected her back to Peru, to the Inca, to her family, and this not only strengthened her newfound love for her culture back on Earth, but her pride in being a Martian, as Mars had offered a lifeline that allowed her family and her heritage to persist even through the latest attempt to stamp it out.

Pilar treasured this connection to her culture and her identity, and being able to share it with family.

The letter informed here of the excellent news from Earth-- a new leader had been appointed to the Council of Sovereign Leaders of the gradually decentralizing government of Earth: the new leader of an autonomous Peru. Evidently, Peace Upendo had pushed for not only the autonomy and self-determination of the region, but also giving authority to the local Indigenous communities, and allowing them to select their own leader to send to the Council of Sovereigns.

She looked over at the framed image of her parents, and to a photograph next to it of herself, with the entire Beam family, both of her sisters and her young nieces, on her previous birthday, when Beam had organized a trip to hike the Andes, and see the ancient ruin of Machupicchu. She looked at the statue of Túpac Amaru on her bookshelf, and wondered what he’d say if he knew that his homeland was, after all these centuries, finally back in the hands of its native people.

“Sorry it took so long,” Ariadne came in, her hands clutching her tattoo gun, “even with augmented eyes, it’s a bit difficult to figure out how to work with invisible ink, on already-tattooed skin.”

“But think of how cool it’s gonna look,” Pilar said, “think of how meaningful it’s gonna be!”

“Yeah, yeah, you know I’m all in favor of you being cool and meaningful and whatever,” Ariadne says, “it doesn’t make it any faster.”

Pilar removed her top completely, and offered her shoulder to Ariadne.

“I remember giving you this spiral,” Ariadne said. “You were so sad you couldn’t remember what your dad’s real tattoo looked like, beyond that it was a spiraling shape. This was as close as we could get from memory.”

“Now I know what it is, and why he got it,” Pilar said. “It was for my mother.”

“I can just use regular ink,” Ariadne said, “turn it into the same basic design. You have a photo of him now, it wouldn’t be hard.”

“No,” Pilar said. “I don’t want to lose the reminder of what was taken from me, or the fact that even with my connection severed, I did my best with what I had.”

Ariadne eyed the special ink she’d had to write her old mentor, Blue, to get her hands on. It was infused with nanotechnology that could interface with Pilar’s nervous system, so that with a thought, she could make it visible.

“Your wish is my command, querida,” Ariadne said, applied the topical numbing lotion Sasha had given her a bottle of for tattooing purposes, and got to work carving the intricate designs into the same skin she’d put the spiral on when they were teenagers. When she was finished, she sprayed Pilar with Sasha’s topical healing spray, waited for it to take effect, and gave Pilar the signal to try it out. Pilar stood up, looked in the mirror, and thought about her father.

Taking the signal from her thoughts, the tattoo lit up a pale, ghostly white. Overlaid over the spiral on her shoulder, an image of Amaru, the serpent that shared its name with the legendary freedom fighter, her mother, and herself.

She smiled, and the tattoo faded back into its old black spiral, the one that had vexed her since she was a child with its only passing resemblance to what she remembered from her childhood.

When she looked at the new tattoo, she could practically feel her father’s strong arms around her, his bellowing laugh, the smell of his cooking. She could hear her mother’s lilting singing voice, the perfume she always wore a little too much of, and her soft hands cupping Pilar’s face.

She wondered how she could ever repay Beam for giving all of this back to her. She had asked her once, two or three years back, and gotten a loud laugh in return.

“Why would you need to repay me? We’re family!” Beam had said. “But if you insist, I do have a couple of hungry kids who I'd love to have a connection to their culture, too,” she continued, and that’s how Pilar had agreed to cook Beam and her wife and kids a large feast full of traditional Peruvian foods with Beam’s father, which is how she was able to convey Beam’s family recipes to Cookie, the crew’s chef, who would be in shortly to deliver a dish prepared special for her birthday-- Papa a la Huancaína, a dish she’d had many times as a child on Mars, but had only ever heard them called “Papas de la Patria.” She had no idea they weren’t originally a Martian dish.

But she was glad to know it now, and with each passing birthday, grew more and more excited for her elder sister to give her more ways to connect with the home and family she thought she’d lost forever.

[charlievigorous]

Huoratron - "Cryptocracy" (Official Music Video)

[worldcomics51]

DC All-In: su Titans arrivano Jon Layman e Pete Woods dal n. 16

Il co-creatore di Chew e Outer Darkness e autore di Batman Eternal, Detective Comics, Scorched e Gambit John Layman e il co-creatore di Cops For Criminals e Cryptocracy e artista di Robin, Action Comics e Legion Lost Pete Woods sono i nuovi creatori di Titans dal numero 16 in uscita a ottobre. Subentrano alla serie di Tom Taylor con Lucas Meyer , come parte del nuovo rilancio di DC All-In. E…

[lepartidelamort]

The Chinese are Not Stupid. In Fact, Your Dad is Stupid.

Andrew Anglin

How obvious is it that Jews control America?

Anyone looking in from the outside can see it.

Why didn’t your dad know?

Why didn’t he tell you?

Is he stupid?

Is there any other explanation?

Seriously, what other explanation is there than that your dad is a frigging retard?

No one outside of America looks at this country and says: “Yep, just a normal country, just a total coincidence that this tiny minority of people from Eastern Europe controls their entire economy, all of academia, the media, and the government. Really big coincidence, actually, but it means nothing.”

No one looks at America and thinks that.

Especially not the Chinese.

Sorry. (I’m not actually sorry.)

Everyone you know is either mentally retarded, or the product of decades’ worth of systemic brainwashing.

This is all very obvious.

The situation is simply ridiculous.

It has never been more obvious than today that Jews totally control America. Just look at the politicians. Look at this law they just passed saying it’s de facto illegal to criticize Jews on a college campus. They rushed it through, after being publicly ordered to do so by Bibi Netanyahu. Bibi literally issued a statement giving a direct order to the US government to shut down the protests. When sending the cops in didn’t work, they sent in Antifa to break things so they could send the cops in again. Then they made it illegal to criticize Jews.

There has never been a situation of a “cryptocracy” before in history. It’s basically a science fiction concept, like in Gor.

This thing we are looking at is not even a cryptocracy. I don’t know what you call it. It’s not a secret that Jews run everything. Any normal person can look at this and see it. It’s simply that your life will be totally destroyed if you say it.

What the Hell Even is This? Seriously?

Imagine if this was the Middle Ages, and there was a king in a castle ruling the land, in total public view, sending out soldiers bearing his coat of arms, but when you asked a normal person who is in charge they said “no one knows.” And if you said “it sure looks like that king over there in the castle is in charge,” the king sent people to ruin your life by calling you an anti-monarchist. And then, imagine all the people denounced you as an evil anti-monarchist for saying the monarch is in charge.

This doesn’t make any sense. It is brutal, pathological nonsense.

Maybe, these people are stupid. It could be that simple.

If we’re to give the masses of people who do not know that Jews control America the benefit of the doubt, they are subconsciously aware of this fact but also aware that people’s lives are destroyed when they say it, and this denial of reality is a self-preservation mechanism.

However, more likely, the issue is that saying “Jews control America” marks you as low status. This is literal star-bellied Sneetches type shit.

(More like Star of David-bellied Sneetches, am I right?)

This is why the protests are so important. The protesters are fashionable. These are university students. The most fashionable people. All of us who grew up near universities knew this instinctively. We all remember being teenagers, wanting to be fashionable, and automatically looking at the university students. They were young and sexy, while also worldly and sophisticated, which is the definition of “high fashion.”

It Doesn’t Matter If the Protesters are Leftists

Everyone talking about how the protesters shouldn’t be supported because they are “leftists” and “anti-white” is just as stupid as some retard who can’t say aloud that the Jews control America. This is directly from Ben Shapiro. He has spammed this everywhere. It’s also being promoted on Breitbart and other places.

Firstly, it doesn’t matter who they are, the protests are pushing for something I consider very important, so of course I support them. That isn’t really complicated. If you can be convinced to deny your own interests because someone you ostensibly don’t like supports them, you’re simply dumb.

Remember that when Mike Johnson went to Columbia to threaten the protesters, he said he was against them because Hamas supports them. This is the kind of thinking that appeals to retards. People are far too comfortable with this left-right gibberish. I despise Mike Johnson probably more than anyone else on earth, but I’m not going to start supporting abortion because Mike Johnson is pro-life. I’m not going to go support gun control because Mike Johnson supports the Second Amendment.

Longtime readers will remember that before the media got wise to my ways and just banned any reporting on me at all, I used to endorse various things in order to force companies to denounce me.

(Sometimes I miss those days. But it was kind of a lot of pressure to be on TV and the front page of every news outlet every week.)

Shifting Alliances?

Even if all of the protesters are hardcore tranny-lovers and mass immigrationists, I still support their position against Israel, given that it is going to completely change the way everyone in the society talks about the Jews. It’s also forcing the Jewish overlords to dictate directly and openly. The mask is coming off and we are seeing the iron fist.

This can only be good news. I cannot stress that enough: anyone telling you to oppose these protests is Jewish or paid by Jews or mentally retarded.

However, we should note: we have no idea where this is all going, and it could end up going somewhere no one expected.

Society does not operate on “left” and “right.” As much as people have tried to define these things, they are effectively arbitrary. You can talk about tradition vs. modernism, but how does the American rightist view of “big government” jive with tradition? And why are open borders “modern”? The original definition of left vs. right is from the French Revolution, when the Catholic monarchists sat on the right of the parliament and the revolutionaries sat on the left. So, we could talk about the left as revolutionary and the right as religious, but you can list off a dozen or more major issues where this doesn’t make sense (the most obvious instance now being that the right is supporting Israel at a much higher rate than the left). Religious people, certainly Christians, should be the main people opposing this slaughter. The American right is still a remnant of an anti-communist coalition made up of big business, social conservatives, and the military industrial complex. Big business has totally shifted to the left, and been embraced by the left (AOC lobbies for Amazon), but for whatever reason (habit, presumably), social conservatives continue to defend deregulation as “freedom.” There is no reason that a French Catholic monarchist would support massive corporate food conglomerates being allowed to put poison in the food.

Let me tell you where I’m going with this: things are currently in flux. The old definitions are based on the Cold War. During the “Unipolar Moment” that lasted from the fall of the USSR up until 2017, when the US was the single great power on earth, people were lazy and things just sort of coasted. Now that we are entering a new age, alliances are going to shift.

The thing you need to understand is that all the things you seriously hate are Jewish:

Feminism

Promotion of homosexuality

Race-mixing

Mass immigration

Endless wars of domination

etc.

Claiming that these things will remain in place if Jews are no longer in power in America is like claiming that the government of Rhodesia will remain the same when it is handed over to the blacks. I’m sure there were some blacks in Zimbabwe who actually tried to keep the standards of the Rhodesians in place, but it just wasn’t possible.

That means that insofar as Jews lose influence, the things that Jews are exclusively responsible for are going to wane. What you are going to see in the left as it frees itself from Jewish influence is a shift away from these Jewish programs. That will happen necessarily. The people claiming that leftists will still be around promoting partial birth abortion and endless war against Russia when the Jews are gone understand nothing at all. They are feeble morons. No one was ever promoting these things before the Jews took over, just as no one in southern Africa was running a modern economy before whites took over. If it was not for continued Western backing, Zimbabwe already would have reverted completely to their traditional modes of living. This is not complicated. Anyone claiming that the modern lunatic left would exist without the Jews is stupid or purposefully trying to confuse you.

The left is currently making a hard break with the Jews. That is happening. We don’t know what that means in the long term. Certainly, there are Jews at these protests, and it’s unlikely that the protesters will oppose Jews who are against Israel. So there will still be some Jewish influence. But these universities function on massive donations from Zionist Jews, who are the primary individuals responsible for promoting the leftist “triggered snowflake safe space tranny” thing you all hate.

Maybe even when the left is cleansed of every Jew who supports Israel, they will still have enough Jewish influence to maintain some of these ridiculous views, but fewer Jews means less Jewishness, just as fewer whites means a less functional Zimbabwe.

I’m astonished that “fewer Jews means less Jewishness” is a controversial position. But I see people saying “even without the Jews, these leftists would still support the same issues.” Whenever I see it, I think “hey, thanks for that bright analysis, Mr. Shapiro.”

Shilling is like a bacterial agent on your psyche. A little bit of bacteria, and the body fights it off, but a lot of bacteria, and you get festering ooze and disease.

Some of you people have no idea how hard you’re being shilled against. That’s why I keep writing this same article over and over again. I keep seeing people on the right, who are allegedly aware of the Jewish problem, signal against these protests.

These shills are exploiting your guttural reaction to these protesters as “enemy.”

I don’t even think most of you are getting a clear impression of the protests.

Look at this guy:

Maybe he’s gay. I don’t know, I can’t tell with anyone under 30 at this point. But he seems like a normal white American youth to me. (The perm goes to the above stated point about fashion. These man-perms are high fashion.)

Did you see men like that at BLM? Because I definitely didn’t. BLM was all blacks, white women, trannies – maybe a few white males, but they were all fat soygoys.

Who knows what that kid professes as regards the Ukraine, trannies, mass immigration, feminism, and so on. I assume he probably professes support. But looking at him, do you think those views are unchangeable?

I don’t think so.

I think there are going to be a lot of people coming out of these protests that we can work with in the future. Of course, even if that is not the case, I’m 100% with these protests, regardless.

[deblala]

The Demon-cratic Cryptocracy "Puppet Show" Book - How the New World Order Cult Communicates & Operates

https://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/sociopolitica/cryptocracy/cryptocracy.htm

[ericaschultzwrites]

Bylines in Blood!

Art by Aneke and co-written with Van Jensen.

Bylines In Blood:

The near future. Politicians invent their own facts, and independent newspapers no longer exist. The very concept of truth has died. In this world, private detectives serve as ronin, searching out the hard truths that people are desperate to keep hidden. The best of these PIs is Satya, a former journalist turned gumshoe who runs every lead to ground. But Satya has just received her hardest case yet: her former editor has been murdered. Someone wanted him silenced, and the trail points toward the highest bastions of power. To find justice for her friend, she'll have to put everything - and everyone - she knows at risk. A prophetic neo-noir thriller with unexpected twists at every turn, BYLINES IN BLOOD is co-created by Ringo Award-nominated writer Erica Schultz (M3, Forgotten Home, Strange Tails) and comic writer and former newspaper crime reporter Van Jensen (Two Dead, Cryptocracy, Superman: Man of Tomorrow), aided and abetted by Spanish art sensation Aneke (DC Comics Bombshells, Legenderry: Red Sonja).

[ebouks]

Operation mind control- The CIA's plot against America

Operation mind control- The CIA’s plot against America

Operation mind control – The CIA’s plot against America Walter Bowart THE CIA… The making and unmaking of a killer… This is the most terrifying true story ever to emerge from the United States. Walter Bowart has uncovered a huge government ‘cryptocracy’ dedicated to controlling and manipulating human minds. Through hypnosis and drugs, ordinary citizens became CIA ‘zombies’: human computers,…

[icubud]

Remember the cryptocracy is who is battling against President Trump. The radicalized liberal democrats are simply are an arm of this monster, ditto the RINOs and never-Trumpers.  The whole thing is MUCH worse than we imagine.

The so-called deep state is the cancerous cells of the cryptocracy in our governments. Tumors of devastating impact to the people of the USA.

Trump was never supposed to win. That is again the case in November this year.

Election meddling is the last strategy to not only remove him but more importantly to protect themselves. Delays in justice help them. Time is ticking.

[stvndordie]

data garden ~ 16x20 acrylics on canvas 🌿💧~ reflecting on the biological intelligence of nature manifesting as poisonous and drawing comparison with perspectives of artificial intelligence ☠️ - @e.mysteria #abstractart #conceptart #acrylicpainting #stvndordie #standordie #unusproomnibus #oneforall #emysteeria #contributors #seo #cryptocracy #multimediaartistcollective #est2016 #blinddog #blondfold https://www.instagram.com/p/B2MpQYhB0kn/?igshid=1e3miryfrx4lm

[immaculatasknight]

How to destabilize a society

[ariadnelives]

Did some portraits of the major villains of the Ariadne's Angels book series! [free on ao3! check them out at the link!]

Imperator Susan Weaver, The Last Divoratori, and Defense Consuls Raúl and Rosario Ramos from "Cryptocracy"

The Zealot Dr. C. Alexander Simon, and the Impostor Ariadne, from "Ariadne Lives"

The Nameless and Donna Nicoletta "Nicks" Rizzo, from "Force Majeure"

[marisolmanfredi]

no es lo que consuma, es cómo elijo vivir

"vuela bajo porque abajo está la verdad" nos dijo Facundo Cabral, papá, mamá; un outcome del modelo de Valentin lo vuelve a recalcar. Lesson learned: que me calme. O, al menos, un slowdown marginal sería preferible.

Vengo de tener un breakdown. Acá es donde tengo que entender dónde están mis (nuevos) límites -nunca tuve propios-. Hoy empujé mucho hasta aprender en el choque. Donde siempre aprendo: ya con la cabeza contra la pared. Así evolucionamos ¿no? prueba y error. Y me da tanta bronca cuando me choco de nuevo y ver para atrás y decir ahhghggg, no de nuevo decía. Pero bueno, cada vez reconozco más y mejor dónde -y cuándo- está el error: el momento en el que no me escucho/siento a mí misma. Y cada vez será más fácil este aprendizaje, y cada vez antes, y así, hasta que sea automático. Este es mi proceso. Y el aprendizaje tiene que volverse automático. Qué loco tener que aprender de nuevo un proceso tan pero tan humano. Acaso no es así como nuestros ancestros se relacionaban? Sintiendo. Hemos racionalizado tanto todo que nos hemos olvidado de los mecanismos más básicos, mas humanos. Me da miedo tener que racionalizar tanto algo, pero es aplicar ciencia a lo humano.

No es que la gente ¨tiene¨ que venir a mí, yo tengo que ser y la gente viene a mí. Esto es universal, para todxs. Somos y terminamos vibrando con aquellxs que están con esa misma vibración. Es así como funciona, muchos amigos me lo han advertido (Maro en la fiesta de despedida de Mardel, Jose hoy en Torino). ¿Por qué me esfuerzo? Otra lección prendida: sentir, activar el sensor, percibir. Me lo dice otro outcome de V:

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Yo misma logro darme esta advertencia, yo misma logro entender que 'no puedo caerle bien a todx el mundo', que tengo que filtrar, que el círculo tiene que ser más chico. Y no es que "esté mal" ser así, eso mis amigues ya me lo dijeron: no es que me dejan de querer por ser así, ya no me llaman falsa como en la secundaria porque se dan cuenta que lo hago de un modo genuino. Genuino es una linda palabra para describirlo, pero en verdad lo hago porque así crecí. Así aprendí a querer y ser querida. Porque creía que para ser amada tenía que pagar un 'peaje'. Desde chiquita que para mí el amor es condicionado: condicionado a si doy, a si estoy, a si cumplo. Agradar se convirtió en eso para mí, mi vía para recibir amor (¿y quién no quiere recibir amor?). Y lo más loco de todo es que después me di cuenta que era buena en eso, en agradar, en recibir amor -en convencerte de que me ames- entonces se convirtió en una adicción, en una patología. Algo muy útil (para política), muy lindo (para el amor ajeno) pero muy dañino (para mi cuerpo y mi amor propio). Pero, ¿quién no quiere recibir atención? ya sea para un voto o para un abrazo. Era y es muy difícil salir de ese círculo, no sólo porque así aprendi y deconstruir es muy complejo sino porque ser así es eficiente, eficaz, 'astuto' en lo social. Pero no, no, no, y ¿sabés por qué no? Precisamente porque te hace mal a vos, porque no podés darlo todo, ser todo, cumplir con todo el mundo. Entregar cuerpo y alma por agradar. Además, tampoco sabés qué esperan los otrxs de vos, les inventás expectativas sobre vos. Y además, los que te quieren: no esperan nada. No ponen expectativas. Te quieren porque sí, porque sos. Entonces todo este circo ¿para qué?... ¿Para pasar horas en Santa Giulia saludando a todo el mundo y estirando la hora de volver a casa sólo por miedo a que se me olvide saludar a alguien? ¿Y que ese alguien se olvide de mí? ¿Quién soy yo que no quiero que me olviden? ¿Por qué los obligo a que no me olviden? Si quiero ser alguien en este mundo que no quiere ser olvidada, ok, pero entonces tengo que ser más desconocida. Como los líderes de la criptocracia, unknown. Como dice la frase del principio, uno no llama la atención de las personas a propósito. Uno llama la atención verdaderamente si tiene una idea o algo por lo que brillar, uno llama la atención si es sincerx e imparte amor, uno llama la atención si vive a través de su esencia.

Entonces no es si fumo porro o si no fumo porro, tampoco si fumo cigarrillo o no lo hago: se trata de vivir a través de mi esencia, conmigo, escuchándo y sintiéndome. Qué loco no tener este mecanismo, tener que seguir desarrollándolo a los 28 años. Basta de generar redes random de forma tan adictiva, hay que ser más cauteloso. Puedo ser un nodo, pero la network que nos envuelve es un small world. Clusters. Otro outcome de V que en el medio de este texto loco que escribo, leo -porque quiero bajar y me pasó su modelo de complexity- me dice Clustering e Igualdad.

Le confesé a José hoy que con Ita intenté aprender cómo poner filtros. Ví como ella lo hacía y de toque sabía quién le caía bien y quién no y yo acá sigo -la quise copiar, después entendí, soy yo sola la que tiene que aprender a hacerlo; y no voy a encontrar 'afuera' la respuesta, la respuesta está bien adentro-.

Somos y tenemos que ser clusters. Así, todo es más igual. Los líderes son unknown, y hay diferentes. Hay nodos. Hay block chain. Me gustaría crear algo grande, pero aún nos falta mucha información.

Precisamente, para saber qué información enviar al sistema. Y de este modo dejar la democracia, prevenir la desigualdad. Evolucionar a algo nuevo; que no es comunismo como los compañerxs Marx & Engels previeron, es algo que aún estamos configurando y es muchísimo más complejo de lo que ellos hubieran imaginado. Pero acá estamos, evolucionando con la tecnología.

Última lesión aprendida a través del modelo de V: ¿cuál es nuestor impacto en el espacio? ¿por qué quiero abarcar tanto? de a poco chica, calm down. En la vida real los humanos creamos lazos a través de small world -no preferential attachtment-. Y el experimento kevin bacon dice que 6 ya son suficientes (y yo pensaba que 5 era el numero perfetto).

we are a network [small world] : our circle is <6.

Me voy a dormir. Espero que este recordatorio me sirva para en el futuro dejar de andar all over the place y enfocarme más en mí. No olvidarme de cuidarme.

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