replacing your dreaming addiction with a DOING addiction is the #1 way to fast-track success...
dreaming/thinking gives no measurable output, so focus on doing things that do
you must believe you are special and then go so hard, for so long, with such violent refusal to accept any other ending, that reality itself starts running out of ways to tell you no. you must wage a war daily against the ordinary outcome, until the belief you invented out of nothing in a room by yourself has been hammered into the world so many times that it stops being a claim and becomes reality.
NEW - Ireland's President urges "global citizens" to acknowledge their "shared responsibility" to invoke St. Patrick’s spirit, by standing in solidarity with migrants and to recognise "the invaluable contributions" they make.
Hiding who you are, suppressing your energy in hope of gaining the approval and acceptance of others... is one of the fastest ways to fall out of the path of divine alignment and avoid fulfilling the original destiny you determined to complete here, prior to your incarnation.
One of France's oldest companies, a 600 years old foundry, just went bankrupt because it "could no longer cope with the explosion in energy prices."
These guys survived the Middle-Ages, dozens of wars, plagues, Nazi occupation, but couldn't survive Europe's current suicide pact.
@SaintX63@Kosak_Daniel Ist zumindest stabil. Wenn der afghanischen Bevölkerung das System nicht passt, könnes sie es ändern. Ansonsten gibt es 50+ muslimische Länder in denen sie in der Zwischenzeit Schutz suchen können. Passt kulturell auch besser, würde ich behaupten.
Habe gerade das Video von dem Messer Attentat in England gesehen. Absoluter Wahnsinn. Ich verstehe nicht wie man da noch ruhig bleiben kann und sich die Situation schön reden kann.
@aristotelis_eco@Monumental_Labs We're losing our identity one new modern-slop building at a time. We still have many beautiful towns and districts in our big cities, but all the small fast growing towns look radically different compared to just 10 years ago.
Was @Monumental_Labs macht ist großartig. Mithilfe von Technologie traditionelle Schönheit wiederaufleben zu lassen. Das sollte unbedingt jemand im DACH-Raum aufgreifen.
@Monumental_Labs is my favorite company right now. Such a great vision:
"With technology and craft, we can unleash a golden age of art and architecture. After decades of industrial efficiency overtaking aesthetic ambition, we believe robots and AI will empower artists and architects to bring radical and beautiful new visions to life quickly and affordably."
I think “unplugging“ might be the next big trend in the world. Own your movies on disc, get rid of all the smart appliances, read a book.
Cancel the subscriptions, get eggs from the local farmers market, go back to simple gasoline engines.
I think it’s coming. I for one have significant fatigue with this always-online world we live in.
On May 28, 2021, I ran for my life through the streets of downtown Portland, Ore.
Antifa had discovered me working undercover after one of their members, John Hacker, exposed me to the mob.
I screamed for help as I fled, but drivers and pedestrians looked away. The businesses were all shuttered, remnants of the ongoing destruction from the 2020 BLM-Antifa riots. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
They caught me. Antifa tackled me to the ground, tearing my knee tendon in the process as I slid across the pavement. They punched me over and over and tried to choke me out. I barely managed to stumble into @theNinesHotel, begging the staff to call 911. Instead, they tried to force me back outside and told me to wear a Covid mask. I dropped to the floor, refusing to move, pleading for them to call the police. They refused.
Outside, Antifa gathered. One of their ringleaders, Elizabeth Richter — the blonde woman — began rallying the crowd. She called on others on a livestream to come finish me off. She went inside the hotel and threatened me. Antifa also tried breaking their way into the hotel.
I escaped only by jumping into an elevator with a hotel guest. After that, I was taken by ambulance to the hospital with a police guard. I was soaked in my blood. On social media, Antifa immediately began trying to track which hospital I was in, hoping to finish the job.
As soon as I was discharged, I had to flee Portland. I moved between safe houses in different states. Antifa’s hunt for me was far from over.
@PortlandPolice closed the case a few weeks afterward, saying they couldn’t identify anyone. Nobody was ever arrested, just like in 2019 when I was beaten to the point that my brain bled.