Can you imagine a world filled with actual justice and accountability? I sure AF can.

I wonder what would convince Epstein class pedos to stop? I know, I know. They can't help themselves. lol

Humanity is left with few decent choices here. I say we let the robots deal with fanatics.

Besides, real demons aren't the problem. They're not the bad guys.

People who penetrate three YO vaginas with their wedding ring fingers are.

Disgusting.

Woke up this morning to check Reddit, despite Lemmy World being where the action is, and that turned out to be the right choice as I got a chance to create a burner account and give some advice, which led me to realize that's something I'm really good at. With what has happened, narrative being evolved within me as it has, seemingly in tandem with taking my medication at the doses I need to, my mind was on finding a job. So I do a bit of searching, little depressing how little self-help is for men, so I do a RWG interface to get some clarity n direction, and it tells me to hit on modest women.

I can't help it! God is commanding me! It's like the Red Sea is parting or some shit! No, uh, this is weirdness that happens sometimes, how “random” sources of inputs seem to totally not be random at all, at least to my highly developed pattern recognition brain that has garnered the interest of the military industrial complex for that completely authentic Klinger stunt in ROTC. I tell ya, I don't know what y'all do when you're in the middle of the greenest forest you've ever been in, frogs chirping all around, and you find a statistically aberrant number of dimes, but from experience I can say I get brainwashed by a cult when that happens!

This is what happened: my ex-gf and I flew out from Syracuse, NY to Eugene, Oregon, to get picked up by some members of this revolutionary new environmental nonprofit that was making their own cryptocurrency and software suite; Earth Nation. I looked them up years later, and a white nationalist group popped up. That is not who we thought we were joining, if they are the same (the one guy in charge of the tech group had two EBT cards and went by “Dakota Kaiser” after a point), but these people were super hippie types; one literally flew in from working on a permaculture project in Hawaii.

But, they drugged me, amongst other things, to include giving me oil changes n cheese cloths (operant n classical conditioning). What let them sink their claws into me, particularly, is that two years prior, I had a fateful acid trip that put me in a cognitive state I would learn is called SSS, where it feels like God is leading you on a cosmic mission, and my narrative structure of my mind became highly fluid and malleable, so they worked that over time to make me into a slave that “earned” two hundred dollars a month that I had to pay back to the community.

We were promised and scammed out of so much more, having rewon our loyalty with a planned schism, where the tech group broke off to scam more hippies and make more fractal branches like we became. I think? It's confusing and I don't really know, but I led into this by talking about those statistically aberrant dimes which showed up at “their” eleven million dollar property at Triangle Lake that they were really renting from the board.

What happened: I found these dimes. One here, two there. And when I was picking a bunch up outside the office, Dakota and his girlfriend who mysteriously died after all this and got tons of donations, walked out to cross-talk to me (talking between themselves but aimed at me) about “if he's spending all this time making money, what time's left for him to work on the project,” which I interpreted as a message from God.

This was after a bunch of glasses/cups were left around the community. Daniella, the woman who controlled us after we branched off, said something to the effect of “I wonder whose job it is to pick these up?” which got me to realize that it was my job. Little things like this, every day, planned and orchestrated, led to the gradual reconditioning of my mind so I was a perfect member of the community, as they wanted.

This went on for about a year. It takes up six chapters of my book and only scratches the surface. We stayed in a number of communities, which each seemed like a different module. When we were in Heartland, an intentional community in Northern California, we participated in a blindfolded trance dance which left me in a state I dubbed “the hollow,” feeling hollow like the flame. In hindsight, I realized whatever that was opened me to my repressed feminine energies that would come out later in an acid trip after escaping (I cut into my arm).

The main oil changes involved doing controlled burns on a metal sculptor's property, carrying the equipment up and going on long hikes with weight. The cheese cloths involved things like the frog sounds after leaving Triangle Lake reminding us to breathe (they were in an empty, dry pond for a period) and an owl reminding me to be selfless.

They put us under fear, gaslit us, reformed the narrative I believed was true over time, hinted at a vague sexual prize that got me to chase after it like the simp I was, but the thing that wound up ending our relationship was how they pitted the two of us against each other and taught her, specifically, ways to manipulate me which made me lose trust in her and after escaping I did not know what reality was for a period and ended up in the hospital a week after that acid trip, before spiraling into homelessness.

One of the best things that ever happened to me, honestly. Oh, it sucked. I hurt myself as they hurt me in other ways. Many bad memories. A lotta really good ones. Saw the Pacific. The Red Woods. Traveled all over the damn place while working to create a dream. Lived for the first time. I really appreciate the United States government for creating these secret mystic reconditioning schools for the really broken of us. 11/10 would recommend to friends and family. I think?

Flushing is always a thrill with these things..

It would be so difficult to not break character in this scenario.

Granny is spry