For some dudes getting a girlfriend was like going out to a couple of social events and hitting it off, end of story. For some men. Getting a girlfriend is an entire Manhatten project. You know?
@MarioNawfal The Ukraine War is destroying one of the last remaining White Christian countries by having the men die in large numbers fighting a pointless war and then bringing in large amounts of foreign men to replace them.
@OshiChizuru@ArisakaAya Unironically the boomer would probably be right like without the flower, you likely could score something with this. Sometimes I would get a girls number at the mall with the most ass rizz I’m talking rizz so bad I would get those ptsd flash backs when your attempting to sleep.
@vncntx01@dumbgoyanimal@insanevideos As a Christian and a fighter for masculinity I will always fight for the truth. Even when outnumbered 1000 to one.
"get up at 4am" was peak self improvement slop.
it helps you in 0 ways.
you dont get any extra work done.
you dont feel more energetic.
you dont get a head start.
if anything, you're playing catch-up with everyone who was up until 4am because you had to go to sleep extra early lmao
how about this bright idea - just get up whenever, get all your work done, and go to sleep whenever.
if you don't have the discipline to do this ^ then setting your alarm for 4am isn't going to help you.
Jag som svensk känner mig nu exkluderad I mitt eget land.
Vänstern har nu valkampanj på Arabiska, ett språk som jag inte förstår.
Detta upplevs som diskriminering.
I Sverige skall man tala svenska.
If we secure just one sovereign nation for people of exclusively European descent, even a small one, that nation will attract the best human capital in the world, and within a generation it will be the center of scientific and technological advancement globally
This happens to everyone at the moment of death.
—The face becomes frightening.
Imagine seeing your own face—not the face you see in the mirror, but the face that corresponds to what you actually became.
The public face disappears.
The Instagram face disappears.
The charming face disappears.
The “I’m a good person” story disappears.
The excuses disappear.
What remains is the character you actually built.
And that is terrifying because you cannot negotiate with it.
You cannot say:
“That’s not who I really am.”
Because the entire life is there.
You become incapable of escaping yourself.
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Then comes the really frightening part: desire survives.
After the physical and life bodies have been left behind, the person retains the astral body and Ego. The desires themselves remain—but the physical organs through which those desires were satisfied are gone.
Imagine someone whose greatest pleasure was food.
The appetite remains.
But there is no mouth.
Someone obsessed with sexual gratification:
The desire remains.
But the physical mechanism through which it was satisfied is gone.
Someone addicted to status:
The hunger for admiration remains.
But there is no audience.
Someone addicted to possessing things:
The desire to possess remains.
But the physical world is no longer available in the ordinary way.
This is a condition of burning thirst without a means of satisfying it.
That’s the horror:
you discover that some desires were never really “you.” They were forces you allowed to rule you.
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Then it gets worse: you experience what your actions did to others.
The postmortem process isn’t simply:
“You did something bad, therefore punishment.”
It is more intimate.
You gradually come to understand the consequences of your actions.
Suppose you humiliated someone.
On Earth, you experienced your side of that event.
You remember what you said.
What you intended.
Why you were angry.
But now imagine experiencing the event from the other person’s soul.
You discover the wound you left behind.
The loneliness.
The humiliation.
The fear.
The damage to their confidence.
The consequences that continued long after you forgot the conversation.
And the terrifying thing is that you don’t need an external judge to condemn you.
You begin to understand yourself.
That is much more severe.
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The person you thought you were disappears.
Eventually, the most frightening discovery may be:
“I don’t know myself.”
You spent your whole life constructing an identity.
Your name.
Your career.
Your appearance.
Your reputation.
Your political opinions.
Your relationships.
Your ambitions.
Your possessions.
Your sexual identity.
Your social status.
Your accomplishments.
And then death starts stripping away everything that depended upon the physical world.
What remains?
the I.
The spiritual individuality underneath the temporary personality.
The horror comes from being unprepared to encounter the spiritual reality of yourself.
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And then the terrifying thing becomes beautiful.
This is the twist.
The soul continues through a process of purification and development, eventually moving toward the spiritual world.
So the “face” isn’t ultimately the face of a demon.
It’s your own face.
And the real demon, metaphorically speaking, is everything in yourself that you refused to see while alive.
That’s not the end. It’s the beginning of becoming something different—something beautiful.