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[Ed Ω @EAOC2000]

Don't fear the reaper

[Ed Ω @EAOC2000]

@DejaRu22 Can't speak my mind on this bloke or I'll get arrested.

[Ed Ω @EAOC2000]

@GRITCULT I was thinking about this yesterday.

Those at the extremities love ai. The supremely lazy and the work obsessed.

Yet the average midwit has a fervent hatred of ai. Because they don't see a tool but direct competition.

[FEAR GOD @FEARGODMINDSET]

Woah what a line.

[Esoteric Joe⚡️ @esoteric_joe]

If eye contact makes you uncomfortable it's a telltale sign you have inner work to do.

The irony is you know exactly what you have to confront but constantly choose to turn away from it.

[Ed Ω @EAOC2000]

@esoteric_joe Shivers everytime

[Ed Ω @EAOC2000]

"Optimists study English; pessimists study Chinese; and realists learn to use a Kalashnikov."

[Multipolar Press / Constantin von Hoffmeister @constantinvonh]

"Every civilization depends on the quality of the individuals it produces. If you over-organize humans, over-legalize them, suppress their urge to greatness—they cannot work and their civilization collapses."

— Frank Herbert

[Ed Ω @EAOC2000]

@DejaRu22 Fuck them fruity bang sticks.

[Ed Ω @EAOC2000]

Additionally you can achieve a similar effect by silently blessing strangers you come across throughout the day.

[Esoteric Joe⚡️ @esoteric_joe]

You can fortify your subconscious against negative programming by forgiving anyone that’s done you harm.

Imperative you do this to protect yourself against bad actors, but also rise to a consciousness of unconditional love.

[Ed Ω @EAOC2000]

Nationalism is actually so left wing

[Ed Ω @EAOC2000]

Bruv why watching X files https://t.co/PMJ3Otz4Eo.a mf documentary these days.

Peepin this shit for the first time is crazy.

[Ed Ω @EAOC2000]

@DejaRu22 And that пидорас is spending YOUR money on spoiling his young boyfriends...

Not on my watch

[Clown World Monk @ClownWorldMonk]

“Fuck! Did I die?” he thought. The thought felt different than usual. There was no longer a mind to contain it. It rippled through the empty canvas of Existence.

Just minutes ago, he had injected morphine. More than usual. His dog, Luma, knowing what had happened, began to bark. But it was late at night in a poorly lit area of Berlin. Not even the buildings seemed to care.

As the barks faded into the cold winter air, the irreversible process began.

First, he lost control of his bodily movements. He felt heavy and could not move. Then his mouth dried up, and his tongue became like sandpaper. Then his breathing stopped. And finally, a white light from above and a red light from below joined in his heart. His consciousness withdrew.

He looked around. Then he noticed there was no one doing the looking. That was terrifying. “Shit, shit! I actually died,” the thought echoed through emptiness. His drug use had started in his teens after his parents divorced. He remembered the feeling well — powerless. A victim of the crushing wheels of life.

“I should have listened to Mom. Fuck! I’m doomed.” As he uttered that last word, a solid floor appeared beneath him. He stood on two translucent legs. He looked at his hands; they looked dream-like. He wiggled his toes. Moved his fingers. Then, he rubbed his eyes as if to wake up from a nightmare. But nothing happened.

A subtle yet all-pervading sense of discomfort began to make itself known. It spread like a poisonous slime. “Now I go to hell, I guess. It’s over.” The floor cracked open, and he fell.

“Aaaaaaaaa!” he screamed. He fell like a spear, and with every passing moment, the air became hotter and hotter. He crashed into a pile of sharp, burning stones and broke every bone. The mild discomfort had now become agonizing pain. “I deserve this,” and his body regenerated for the suffering to continue.

The floor burned his feet to ashes, and with every step, the churned flesh grew back, only to melt again on the fiery ground. He looked around in horror. Everywhere he turned, there were disfigured faces and screams of desperation.

The harsh reality had finally registered in his awareness. He fell on his knees and cried out, “What will become of Luma?” but this time, his knees only burned a little. “Who will take care of my good boy?” and his knees stopped burning. “He will go to Heaven. He was a good boy,” he said, and a lotus seed of light appeared in the center of his heart.

He remembered all the hate that he had felt in life. For his parents, after the divorce. For the indifferent bystanders when he spent his first night on the streets. But above all, for himself. “This will not continue,” and the light in his heart expanded a little.

He reached for one of the swords lying on the ground. They were meant for hell-beings to slice each other up, but he cut away his past. “I will be there, Luma!” he proclaimed, empowered. The light burst forth and illuminated all seven directions. With a newfound power, he asked to the skies above. “Please, help me.” The skies opened, and thirty-three beings descended.

Their bodies were like sculptures shaped from light and melody. And their soft garments were woven from the essence of Joy. They radiated a Love that reminded him of a long-forgotten place. “It can’t be,” he thought, “Or... could it?”.

Their feet touched the ground with the grace of a smile. And where their perfect toes made contact, flowers and pasture sprang forth and spread far and wide. “Now is the moment of power,” they spoke in unison. It rang true to him, although he couldn’t quite pinpoint why. But he trusted the feeling.

One of them extended his arms to welcome him for a hug, and he did not hesitate for a moment. He acted and stepped forward. His heart burst forth with love. And in the embrace, he was hugging all the fathers and all the mothers that he had ever had.

His body became like theirs. The light grew brighter, like a hundred thousand sunrises at once. He closed his eyes for a moment; it was overwhelming. He inhaled deeply, then exhaled. That felt nice. As the light slowly subsided, or maybe as he was getting used to the loving brightness, he looked around:

Music. Laughter. A timeless feeling, like that of a never-ending story. Children and animals played all around him. Some slept beneath magical trees, dreaming about adventures far, far away. The stars were singing. One of the children was playing the flute, and every note came alive and bowed to the Divine. A girl had just plucked one of the jewel-like fruits. She ran towards him. “Welcome back!” she said excitedly, handing it to him. The air smelled like beautiful memories. Heavenly nectar drifted down the gentle streams. Heaven and Earth were one. Oh, that’s what it had always meant.

It felt like an eternity ago that he had last been there. And at the same time, like only an instant. The grass lovingly caressed his blue feet, adorned with gold and precious stones. He looked down — and there was Luma, wiggling his tail.

[Ed Ω @EAOC2000]

It was said by the Greeks that ignorance of the Gods or "hybris" draws the ire of Nemesis.

That is the hubris or foolish pride to think one can ignore the planets and their energies.

Without awareness of them, we are at their mercy.

[Ed Ω @EAOC2000]

Nemesis - "The Greek Goddess of vengeance, the personification of divine wrath.'

From nemein - "Divine allotment of everyone his share of fortune good or bad."

[Ed Ω @EAOC2000]

Nemesis - "The Greek Goddess of vengeance, the personification of divine wrath.'

From nemein - "Divine allotment of everyone his share of fortune good or bad."

[Ed Ω @EAOC2000]

https://t.co/mHG20o3XLN

[Esoteric Joe⚡️ @esoteric_joe]

I KNOW I AM DESTINED FOR GREATNESS THE SAME WAY THE SUN KNOWS IT WILL RISE

[Ed Ω @EAOC2000]

I am a morning person

I am a night owl

[Orpheus @DiscoOrpheus]

John McCafee was truly one of the most luminous beings of this late epoch

Was he crazy? Yes, divinely so.

But his capacity for luminous epinoia

(one’s ability to focus and become involved with the primordial imagination from which the whole of creation came into being)

Was off the charts.

Pour one out for a great wherever his soul is in the many realms