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Why modern parents feel more sleep deprived than our ancestors did
#HackerNews #sleepdeprivation #parenting #modernparents #ancestors #babycare
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Somewhere Between Midnight and Three, They Call to Me
Somewhere between midnight and three, while the rest of the world sleeps peacefully beside the living, I sit awake with the forgotten— letting the dead speak through me one poem at a time. Click the 🔗 to read on.https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/05/07/somewhere-between-midnight-and-three-they-call-to-me/
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The Ascendents
Ancestry, Memory, Humanity, and the Upward Calling of the Living
Ascendent by kmlsWe have been taught to say that we are descended from those who came before us.
The word is not wrong. It is genealogically useful. It traces the stream from the spring, the branch from the trunk, the child from the parent, the living from the dead. It tells us that we are not self-made, not self-originating, not isolated sparks floating in the void. We come from somewhere. We are carried into being by names, bloodlines, migrations, accidents, loves, wounds, prayers, hungers, wars, fields, fires, and forgotten hands.
Yet the word troubles me.
For to say that we are descended may also suggest a downward motion, as though we have fallen from some ancestral height. It can feel as if the past stands above us in solemn judgment, and we, the living, are merely the lower remainder: diminished copies, scattered seed, thin-blooded heirs of stronger people.
We speak of descent as if we are always coming down.
Down from the fathers.
Down from the mothers.
Down from the old country.
Down from Eden.
Down from glory.
Down from the dead.But what if the truth is not only that we descend from them?
What if we ascend from them?
What if we are not the falling away of our ancestors, but their rising continuation?
What if we are the place where the buried become conscious, where the forgotten become remembered, where the unfinished become possible, where the dead are not merely behind us but beneath us — not as a weight dragging us downward, but as roots pressing life upward through the dark?
To be human is not simply to be descended.
To be human is to be ascendent.
Not ascendant in the arrogant sense. Not ascendant as empire is ascendant, not as a conqueror ascends a throne, not as a nation ascends by trampling another underfoot, not as wealth ascends by feeding upon the poor, not as the celebrated ascend by making the nameless disappear.
That is false ascendancy.
That is Babel.
That is the tower built upward by those who refuse to look downward at the bodies embedded in its bricks.
The ascendancy I mean is humbler, older, stranger, and holier. It is the rising of life from soil. It is the green blade through the graveyard. It is memory becoming mercy. It is grief becoming wisdom. It is ancestry becoming vocation.
We are not above our ancestors because we are better than they were.
We are above them because they are beneath us as foundation.
The child stands higher than the parent only because the parent has bent low.
The living stand higher than the dead only because the dead have become earth.
Every generation is lifted by those who are no longer visible.
This is the first doctrine of the Ascendents: we rise from what has been buried.
We rise from bodies and stories. We rise from names spoken and names erased. We rise from villages burned and fields planted. We rise from ships, cabins, kitchens, trenches, meetinghouses, reservations, prisons, refugee roads, hospital rooms, schoolhouses, barns, factories, cemeteries, and quiet beds where the dying whispered blessings no one wrote down.
We rise from all of it.
Not only from glory.
Not only from virtue.
Not only from noble sacrifice.We rise also from sin.
This is what makes ascent morally dangerous.
For our ancestors do not hand us only wisdom. They hand us wounds. They do not give us only courage. They give us cowardice disguised as prudence, prejudice disguised as tradition, violence disguised as necessity, greed disguised as providence, silence disguised as peace.
To be ascendent is not to romanticize the past.
It is to redeem it by telling the truth.
A person who worships their ancestors remains trapped beneath them. A person who despises their ancestors cuts themselves off from their own roots. But a person who honors their ancestors truthfully becomes capable of rising.
Honor is not flattery.
Honor is not nostalgia.
Honor is the severe mercy of remembrance.
To honor those before us is to receive what was good, repent of what was evil, grieve what was broken, and carry forward what was unfinished.
We are the living edge of their becoming.
We are their unresolved sentence.
We are their prayer still traveling.
We are their question still being answered.
This means that the past is not dead in the simple way we imagine. It is not gone merely because the bodies are gone. The past continues to move through us as habit, language, land, fear, blood pressure, lullaby, recipe, doctrine, posture, accent, suspicion, hope, inheritance, and unexamined reflex.
History does not stay in books.
History enters the nervous system.
A war may end, yet its tremor continues in the children of the children of those who survived it. A displacement may be recorded as an event, yet the hunger for home may live for centuries. A massacre may be omitted from the official monument, yet the ground remembers. A church may repent in words while its architecture still faces the wrong direction. A family may never speak of grief, yet every child learns how to lower the voice around sorrow.
The dead are not silent.
They speak in us.
The question is whether we will listen.
The Ascendent is one who listens downward in order to live upward.
This is not ancestor worship. It is ancestor responsibility.
Nor is it progressivism in its shallow form. Progress, as commonly preached, often imagines time as a ladder on which the present naturally stands above the past. It assumes that because we come later, we must be wiser. This is foolishness. Chronology is not sanctification. The future can be more brutal than the past. Technology can amplify barbarism. A people may move forward in time while moving backward in soul.
No, ascent is not automatic.
Humanity does not rise merely by surviving.
We rise only when remembrance becomes transformation.
We rise when the grief of one generation becomes the compassion of the next.
We rise when the violence of one generation becomes the refusal of the next.
We rise when the silence of one generation becomes the testimony of the next.
We rise when the buried cries of the forgotten become the moral hearing of the living.
“The blood of your brother cries out from the ground.”
That ancient sentence is the foundation of all history.
The ground is not mute. The earth is not neutral. Soil is archive. Dust is witness. Every field has its dead. Every town has its omitted chapter. Every nation has its sanctified lie. Every family has its locked room. Every monument has a shadow. Every victory has a graveyard of the unnamed.
The Ascendent does not merely ask, “Who were my ancestors?”
The Ascendent asks, “Whose blood is beneath my feet?”
Not because guilt is the final word.
Guilt alone can paralyze. Shame alone can distort. Accusation alone can become another form of vanity, where the living make themselves dramatic by endlessly displaying the wounds of the dead.
The purpose of remembering is not to become impressive in our sorrow.
The purpose of remembering is to become faithful in our living.
To be ascendent is to understand that I am not an isolated self. I am a crossing point. I am a confluence. I am made of many streams, some clear, some polluted, some holy, some poisoned, all meeting in the temporary river of my life.
My task is not to pretend the waters are pure.
My task is to help them run cleaner through me.
This may be the deepest meaning of repentance: not self-hatred, but generational purification. Not the rejection of one’s people, but the healing of what one has received from them. Not a descent into despair, but an ascent into truth.
Repentance is how ancestry becomes possibility.
Without repentance, inheritance becomes repetition.
Without remembrance, repentance becomes vague.
Without love, remembrance becomes accusation.
Without courage, love becomes sentiment.
The Ascendent must hold all four together: remembrance, repentance, love, and courage.
Only then can the past become seed rather than chain.
There is also a personal meaning here.
Each of us carries within ourselves earlier selves. The child, the adolescent, the wounded one, the ambitious one, the ashamed one, the hopeful one, the foolish one, the frightened one, the one who failed, the one who survived. We often speak as if we have descended from those selves into disappointment. We look back and say, “I was once more alive. I was once more promising. I was once closer to what I might have been.”
But perhaps we also ascend from our former selves.
Perhaps every earlier self, even the embarrassed and broken ones, is part of the root system.
I rise from the child who dreamed.
I rise from the young person who misunderstood.
I rise from the failure that humbled me.
I rise from the wound that opened me.
I rise from the grief that deepened me.
I rise from the fear that taught me how much I needed grace.
Nothing is wasted if it can be transfigured.
This does not mean everything was good. Some things were evil. Some things should not have happened. Some wounds are not secret blessings. Some suffering does not ennoble; it damages. Some losses remain losses.
But even what cannot be justified may still be gathered.
Even what cannot be called good may still be refused the final word.
The Ascendent does not say, “All things were good.”
The Ascendent says, “Even here, I will rise.”
Not by denial.
By truth.
Not by domination.
By integration.
Not by forgetting.
By carrying.
This is why ascent is not escape. It is not floating away from the earth into disembodied purity. True ascent is rooted ascent. The tree rises because it goes down. The mountain ascends because it is grounded. The resurrected body still bears scars.
Any spirituality that rises by abandoning the wounded is not ascent but evasion.
Any politics that rises by erasing the poor is not ascent but conquest.
Any theology that rises by despising the body is not ascent but contempt.
Any family story that rises by silencing the inconvenient dead is not ascent but propaganda.
The true Ascendent rises with scars visible.
This is where humanity stands.
We are a species that has learned to fly but not yet learned to kneel. We have ascended into the air, into orbit, into code, into machines of astonishing power, yet our moral imagination often remains tribal, fearful, acquisitive, and easily bewitched by idols. We can split the atom and still cannot share bread. We can map the genome and still cannot honor the stranger. We can remember data forever and forget the dead almost instantly.
So the question is not whether humanity is technologically ascendant.
The question is whether humanity is morally ascendent.
Will we rise from our ancestors or merely repeat them with better tools?
Will we carry forward their wisdom or only refine their weapons?
Will we remember the forgotten or continue to build monuments to the victorious?
Will we become more human, or only more powerful?
The Ascendents are not those who dominate history.
They are those who redeem memory.
They are the ones who refuse to let the common dead remain common in the sense of disposable. They remember the foot soldier beside the general, the farmer beside the statesman, the Indigenous village beneath the colonial map, the mother beneath the family name, the enslaved beneath the plantation ledger, the child beneath the statistic, the refugee beneath the border argument, the prisoner beneath the ideology, the enemy beneath the uniform.
They understand that every human being is an ancestor of the future.
This is a terrifying thought.
How will the future ascend from us?
What soil are we becoming?
Will our lives be root or rubble?
Will those who come after us have to heal from us, or will they be strengthened by us?
Surely both.
We too will hand down contradiction. We too are mixed. We too are capable of tenderness and harm, courage and cowardice, insight and blindness. The Ascendent is not pure. The Ascendent is accountable.
Perhaps that is the most we can ask of any generation: not purity, but accountability; not perfection, but faithful transformation; not innocence, but the courage to become better ancestors.
To be an Ascendent, then, is to live with one’s face turned in two directions.
One face turns downward toward the dead and says:
I remember you.
I receive you.
I grieve you.
I forgive what can be forgiven.
I name what must be named.
I will not pretend you were gods.
I will not pretend you were monsters only.
I will carry what was holy.
I will heal what was harmed.
I will not let your suffering vanish.
I will not let your sins rule me.The other face turns upward toward the unborn and says:
I am trying.
I am unfinished.
I am clearing what I can.
I am planting what I may never see.
I am refusing some inheritance so you need not bear it.
I am preserving some inheritance so you may be nourished by it.
I am becoming soil for your rising.This is the holy middle place of the living.
We are between the buried and the unborn.
We are the narrow bridge of breath between memory and hope.
We are the Ascendents.
Not because we have arrived.
Because we are called upward.
Not upward away from the world, but upward into fuller humanity.
Upward into mercy.
Upward into truth.
Upward into responsibility.
Upward into reconciliation.
Upward into the difficult radiance of becoming worthy of the dead.
And perhaps this is why the dead haunt us.
They do not haunt us merely because they are restless.
They haunt us because we are.
They haunt us because something in them remains unfinished in us. They haunt us because the lie has not yet been confessed, the grave has not yet been marked, the name has not yet been spoken, the wound has not yet become wisdom, the inheritance has not yet become blessing.
The haunting is not only terror.
It is vocation.
The dead rise in us so that we may rise from them.
And if we listen closely enough, beneath every field, beneath every town, beneath every family tree, beneath every national myth, beneath every human triumph, there is a murmuring from the ground. It is not only accusation. It is not only lament. It is also invitation.
Remember us.
Tell the truth.
Rise better.
Become what we could not.
Carry us toward the light.
So let us no longer say only that we are descended.
Let us say also that we are ascended from.
Ascended from dust.
Ascended from grief.
Ascended from labor.
Ascended from women whose names were not recorded.
Ascended from men who did not know how to speak their sorrow.
Ascended from children who died too soon.
Ascended from migrants, prisoners, farmers, singers, sinners, saints, cowards, prophets, fools, and friends.
Ascended from the blood that cried out.
Ascended from the prayers that rose before us.
Ascended from the earth that holds us all.And let us become, for those who follow, not a ceiling but a root.
Not a burden but a blessing.
Not a curse but a calling.
Not the final height, but one more living terrace on the long climb of mercy.
For humanity is not yet finished.
We are still rising.
We are still being judged by the dead.
We are still being summoned by the unborn.
We are still becoming the answer to our ancestors’ unanswered prayers.
We are The Ascendents.
#ancestors #ancestry #ascendents #becoming #creativeNonfiction #generationalHealing #grief #Hope #humanEvolution #Humanity #inheritance #memory #moralImagination #philosophy #PropheticEssay #reflection #remembrance #roots #sacredMemory #soilAndSpirit #SpiritualReflection #theDead #theUnborn #theologicalReflection #vocation -
Planting a Medieval Vegetable Garden Using the Historic Three Field System | Anglo-Saxon Farming https://www.diningandcooking.com/2626735/planting-a-medieval-vegetable-garden-using-the-historic-three-field-system-anglo-saxon-farming/ #Ancestors #AngloSaxon #Archaeology #ExperimentalArchaeology #heritage #history #LivingHistory #Merovingian #nature #outdoors #VegetableGarden #VegetableGardenVideos #VegetableGardening #VegetableGardeningVideos #Vendel #Viking
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Planting a Medieval Vegetable Garden Using the Historic Three Field System | Anglo-Saxon Farming https://www.diningandcooking.com/2626735/planting-a-medieval-vegetable-garden-using-the-historic-three-field-system-anglo-saxon-farming/ #Ancestors #AngloSaxon #Archaeology #ExperimentalArchaeology #heritage #history #LivingHistory #Merovingian #nature #outdoors #VegetableGarden #VegetableGardenVideos #VegetableGardening #VegetableGardeningVideos #Vendel #Viking
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Planting a Medieval Vegetable Garden Using the Historic Three Field System | Anglo-Saxon Farming https://www.diningandcooking.com/2626735/planting-a-medieval-vegetable-garden-using-the-historic-three-field-system-anglo-saxon-farming/ #Ancestors #AngloSaxon #Archaeology #ExperimentalArchaeology #heritage #history #LivingHistory #Merovingian #nature #outdoors #VegetableGarden #VegetableGardenVideos #VegetableGardening #VegetableGardeningVideos #Vendel #Viking
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Beneath the Feather of Ma’at
There, where the heart is weighed against the feather of Ma’at, I feel his presence— Anubis, patient and precise, his touch neither cruel nor kind, but lingering… knowing.https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/04/27/beneath-the-feather-of-maat/
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I've experienced this many times. I'm proud to have come from a long line of strong, powerful women, and to have grown up in a #Matriarchy .
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Half Shadow, Half Hymn
I belong to the night— to the corridors where ghosts grow honest, where they shed the polite lie of absence and breathe again through memory’s ribs. Where ancestors press their mouths to my ear, whispering in bone-language, where the veil hangs in tatters— not a barrier, but a dare. Love lives here. Even after the burial. Even after the last goodbye forgets its own echo. I have felt the universe inhale— a slow, cosmic breath beneath the skin of thought, binary bones […]https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/04/24/half-shadow-half-hymn/
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Half Shadow, Half Hymn
I belong to the night— to the corridors where ghosts grow honest, where they shed the polite lie of absence and breathe again through memory’s ribs. Where ancestors press their mouths to my ear, whispering in bone-language, where the veil hangs in tatters— not a barrier, but a dare. Love lives here. Even after the burial. Even after the last goodbye forgets its own echo. I have felt the universe inhale— a slow, cosmic breath beneath the skin of thought, binary bones […]https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/04/24/half-shadow-half-hymn/
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Half Shadow, Half Hymn
I belong to the night— to the corridors where ghosts grow honest, where they shed the polite lie of absence and breathe again through memory’s ribs. Where ancestors press their mouths to my ear, whispering in bone-language, where the veil hangs in tatters— not a barrier, but a dare. Love lives here. Even after the burial. Even after the last goodbye forgets its own echo. I have felt the universe inhale— a slow, cosmic breath beneath the skin of thought, binary bones […]https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/04/24/half-shadow-half-hymn/
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Half Shadow, Half Hymn
I belong to the night— to the corridors where ghosts grow honest, where they shed the polite lie of absence and breathe again through memory’s ribs. Where ancestors press their mouths to my ear, whispering in bone-language, where the veil hangs in tatters— not a barrier, but a dare. Love lives here. Even after the burial. Even after the last goodbye forgets its own echo. I have felt the universe inhale— a slow, cosmic breath beneath the skin of thought, binary bones […]https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/04/24/half-shadow-half-hymn/
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Half Shadow, Half Hymn
I belong to the night— to the corridors where ghosts grow honest, where they shed the polite lie of absence and breathe again through memory’s ribs. Where ancestors press their mouths to my ear, whispering in bone-language, where the veil hangs in tatters— not a barrier, but a dare. Love lives here. Even after the burial. Even after the last goodbye forgets its own echo. I have felt the universe inhale— a slow, cosmic breath beneath the skin of thought, binary bones […]https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/04/24/half-shadow-half-hymn/
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Forgotten Keepers of the #RioGrandeDelta
An industrial buildout on the southern tip of Texas is erasing the last traces of an ancient world that still hasn’t died.
by Dylan Baddour
May 13, 2024"This society has been trying to get rid of #Mancias’ people for 500 years. It couldn’t kill them all, so it’s destroying the evidence that they ever existed. That’s what Mancias sees as 100-ton bulldozers flatten the hills his #ancestors camped on, churn up their bones, and casually crush them into rubble, removing these last traces of their world.
" 'They almost annihilated us, and that #genocide continues,' Mancias said. 'To destroy the #environment you have to destroy the people who protect it.'
"He faces a formidable foe here at the last frontier for oil and gas on the Gulf Coast of Texas. Every other major inlet from the Mississippi River west through Port Arthur, Houston, Freeport, Lavaca Bay, and Corpus Christi is already ringed with #refineries, #ChemicalPlants, and terminals.
"But at the farthest tip of #Texas, the #RioGrande meets the Gulf between #WildlifeRefuges, a #StatePark, and a majestic #wilderness that still shelters endangered and little-known #wildlife.
"This is where Houston-based developer #NextDecade has begun constructing an $18 billion #MegaProject, which it called the 'largest greenfield energy project [financed] in U.S. history' when it announced in 2023 that it had secured investors to proceed.
"Named #RioGrandeLNG, the 750-acre facility will eventually pipe in up to 27 million tons per year of gas from #fracked wells in the #PermianBasin, supercool it to negative 260 degrees fahrenheit, and load it onto #TankerShips for sale overseas as liquefied natural gas (#LNG). It’s part of an explosion of lookalike projects that quickly made the United States the world’s top exporter of liquefied gas and drove soaring gas production at home.
"On an adjacent tract, another project called Texas LNG intends to build atop a site called #GarciaPasture—an ancient village ground where people lived seasonally for almost 800 years. The World Monument Fund calls it 'one of America’s premier #archaeological sites.' That project has its permits and awaits investor commitments before breaking ground.
"And about 5 miles away, #SpaceX continues to expand its #Starbase complex, where it manufactures and launches the most powerful #rockets in the world (which occasionally explode and fall to earth).
"Mancias fears this is just the beginning.
" 'All of this will be gone,' he said, driving his pickup truck down a highway through the marshes. 'They’re going to destroy all of this.' "
Read more:
https://www.texasobserver.org/forgotten-keepers-of-the-rio-grande-delta/#DefendingTheSacred #SacredSites
#TexasObserver #InsideClimateNews #BigOilAndGas #CulturalGenocide #CorporateColonialism #ElonSucks #MegaProjects #Pollution #Fracking #SpaceIndustry #DefendTheSacred #EndangeredSpecies -
Forgotten Keepers of the #RioGrandeDelta
An industrial buildout on the southern tip of Texas is erasing the last traces of an ancient world that still hasn’t died.
by Dylan Baddour
May 13, 2024"This society has been trying to get rid of #Mancias’ people for 500 years. It couldn’t kill them all, so it’s destroying the evidence that they ever existed. That’s what Mancias sees as 100-ton bulldozers flatten the hills his #ancestors camped on, churn up their bones, and casually crush them into rubble, removing these last traces of their world.
" 'They almost annihilated us, and that #genocide continues,' Mancias said. 'To destroy the #environment you have to destroy the people who protect it.'
"He faces a formidable foe here at the last frontier for oil and gas on the Gulf Coast of Texas. Every other major inlet from the Mississippi River west through Port Arthur, Houston, Freeport, Lavaca Bay, and Corpus Christi is already ringed with #refineries, #ChemicalPlants, and terminals.
"But at the farthest tip of #Texas, the #RioGrande meets the Gulf between #WildlifeRefuges, a #StatePark, and a majestic #wilderness that still shelters endangered and little-known #wildlife.
"This is where Houston-based developer #NextDecade has begun constructing an $18 billion #MegaProject, which it called the 'largest greenfield energy project [financed] in U.S. history' when it announced in 2023 that it had secured investors to proceed.
"Named #RioGrandeLNG, the 750-acre facility will eventually pipe in up to 27 million tons per year of gas from #fracked wells in the #PermianBasin, supercool it to negative 260 degrees fahrenheit, and load it onto #TankerShips for sale overseas as liquefied natural gas (#LNG). It’s part of an explosion of lookalike projects that quickly made the United States the world’s top exporter of liquefied gas and drove soaring gas production at home.
"On an adjacent tract, another project called Texas LNG intends to build atop a site called #GarciaPasture—an ancient village ground where people lived seasonally for almost 800 years. The World Monument Fund calls it 'one of America’s premier #archaeological sites.' That project has its permits and awaits investor commitments before breaking ground.
"And about 5 miles away, #SpaceX continues to expand its #Starbase complex, where it manufactures and launches the most powerful #rockets in the world (which occasionally explode and fall to earth).
"Mancias fears this is just the beginning.
" 'All of this will be gone,' he said, driving his pickup truck down a highway through the marshes. 'They’re going to destroy all of this.' "
Read more:
https://www.texasobserver.org/forgotten-keepers-of-the-rio-grande-delta/#DefendingTheSacred #SacredSites
#TexasObserver #InsideClimateNews #BigOilAndGas #CulturalGenocide #CorporateColonialism #ElonSucks #MegaProjects #Pollution #Fracking #SpaceIndustry #DefendTheSacred #EndangeredSpecies -
Forgotten Keepers of the #RioGrandeDelta
An industrial buildout on the southern tip of Texas is erasing the last traces of an ancient world that still hasn’t died.
by Dylan Baddour
May 13, 2024"This society has been trying to get rid of #Mancias’ people for 500 years. It couldn’t kill them all, so it’s destroying the evidence that they ever existed. That’s what Mancias sees as 100-ton bulldozers flatten the hills his #ancestors camped on, churn up their bones, and casually crush them into rubble, removing these last traces of their world.
" 'They almost annihilated us, and that #genocide continues,' Mancias said. 'To destroy the #environment you have to destroy the people who protect it.'
"He faces a formidable foe here at the last frontier for oil and gas on the Gulf Coast of Texas. Every other major inlet from the Mississippi River west through Port Arthur, Houston, Freeport, Lavaca Bay, and Corpus Christi is already ringed with #refineries, #ChemicalPlants, and terminals.
"But at the farthest tip of #Texas, the #RioGrande meets the Gulf between #WildlifeRefuges, a #StatePark, and a majestic #wilderness that still shelters endangered and little-known #wildlife.
"This is where Houston-based developer #NextDecade has begun constructing an $18 billion #MegaProject, which it called the 'largest greenfield energy project [financed] in U.S. history' when it announced in 2023 that it had secured investors to proceed.
"Named #RioGrandeLNG, the 750-acre facility will eventually pipe in up to 27 million tons per year of gas from #fracked wells in the #PermianBasin, supercool it to negative 260 degrees fahrenheit, and load it onto #TankerShips for sale overseas as liquefied natural gas (#LNG). It’s part of an explosion of lookalike projects that quickly made the United States the world’s top exporter of liquefied gas and drove soaring gas production at home.
"On an adjacent tract, another project called Texas LNG intends to build atop a site called #GarciaPasture—an ancient village ground where people lived seasonally for almost 800 years. The World Monument Fund calls it 'one of America’s premier #archaeological sites.' That project has its permits and awaits investor commitments before breaking ground.
"And about 5 miles away, #SpaceX continues to expand its #Starbase complex, where it manufactures and launches the most powerful #rockets in the world (which occasionally explode and fall to earth).
"Mancias fears this is just the beginning.
" 'All of this will be gone,' he said, driving his pickup truck down a highway through the marshes. 'They’re going to destroy all of this.' "
Read more:
https://www.texasobserver.org/forgotten-keepers-of-the-rio-grande-delta/#DefendingTheSacred #SacredSites
#TexasObserver #InsideClimateNews #BigOilAndGas #CulturalGenocide #CorporateColonialism #ElonSucks #MegaProjects #Pollution #Fracking #SpaceIndustry #DefendTheSacred #EndangeredSpecies -
Forgotten Keepers of the #RioGrandeDelta
An industrial buildout on the southern tip of Texas is erasing the last traces of an ancient world that still hasn’t died.
by Dylan Baddour
May 13, 2024"This society has been trying to get rid of #Mancias’ people for 500 years. It couldn’t kill them all, so it’s destroying the evidence that they ever existed. That’s what Mancias sees as 100-ton bulldozers flatten the hills his #ancestors camped on, churn up their bones, and casually crush them into rubble, removing these last traces of their world.
" 'They almost annihilated us, and that #genocide continues,' Mancias said. 'To destroy the #environment you have to destroy the people who protect it.'
"He faces a formidable foe here at the last frontier for oil and gas on the Gulf Coast of Texas. Every other major inlet from the Mississippi River west through Port Arthur, Houston, Freeport, Lavaca Bay, and Corpus Christi is already ringed with #refineries, #ChemicalPlants, and terminals.
"But at the farthest tip of #Texas, the #RioGrande meets the Gulf between #WildlifeRefuges, a #StatePark, and a majestic #wilderness that still shelters endangered and little-known #wildlife.
"This is where Houston-based developer #NextDecade has begun constructing an $18 billion #MegaProject, which it called the 'largest greenfield energy project [financed] in U.S. history' when it announced in 2023 that it had secured investors to proceed.
"Named #RioGrandeLNG, the 750-acre facility will eventually pipe in up to 27 million tons per year of gas from #fracked wells in the #PermianBasin, supercool it to negative 260 degrees fahrenheit, and load it onto #TankerShips for sale overseas as liquefied natural gas (#LNG). It’s part of an explosion of lookalike projects that quickly made the United States the world’s top exporter of liquefied gas and drove soaring gas production at home.
"On an adjacent tract, another project called Texas LNG intends to build atop a site called #GarciaPasture—an ancient village ground where people lived seasonally for almost 800 years. The World Monument Fund calls it 'one of America’s premier #archaeological sites.' That project has its permits and awaits investor commitments before breaking ground.
"And about 5 miles away, #SpaceX continues to expand its #Starbase complex, where it manufactures and launches the most powerful #rockets in the world (which occasionally explode and fall to earth).
"Mancias fears this is just the beginning.
" 'All of this will be gone,' he said, driving his pickup truck down a highway through the marshes. 'They’re going to destroy all of this.' "
Read more:
https://www.texasobserver.org/forgotten-keepers-of-the-rio-grande-delta/#DefendingTheSacred #SacredSites
#TexasObserver #InsideClimateNews #BigOilAndGas #CulturalGenocide #CorporateColonialism #ElonSucks #MegaProjects #Pollution #Fracking #SpaceIndustry #DefendTheSacred #EndangeredSpecies -
Forgotten Keepers of the #RioGrandeDelta
An industrial buildout on the southern tip of Texas is erasing the last traces of an ancient world that still hasn’t died.
by Dylan Baddour
May 13, 2024"This society has been trying to get rid of #Mancias’ people for 500 years. It couldn’t kill them all, so it’s destroying the evidence that they ever existed. That’s what Mancias sees as 100-ton bulldozers flatten the hills his #ancestors camped on, churn up their bones, and casually crush them into rubble, removing these last traces of their world.
" 'They almost annihilated us, and that #genocide continues,' Mancias said. 'To destroy the #environment you have to destroy the people who protect it.'
"He faces a formidable foe here at the last frontier for oil and gas on the Gulf Coast of Texas. Every other major inlet from the Mississippi River west through Port Arthur, Houston, Freeport, Lavaca Bay, and Corpus Christi is already ringed with #refineries, #ChemicalPlants, and terminals.
"But at the farthest tip of #Texas, the #RioGrande meets the Gulf between #WildlifeRefuges, a #StatePark, and a majestic #wilderness that still shelters endangered and little-known #wildlife.
"This is where Houston-based developer #NextDecade has begun constructing an $18 billion #MegaProject, which it called the 'largest greenfield energy project [financed] in U.S. history' when it announced in 2023 that it had secured investors to proceed.
"Named #RioGrandeLNG, the 750-acre facility will eventually pipe in up to 27 million tons per year of gas from #fracked wells in the #PermianBasin, supercool it to negative 260 degrees fahrenheit, and load it onto #TankerShips for sale overseas as liquefied natural gas (#LNG). It’s part of an explosion of lookalike projects that quickly made the United States the world’s top exporter of liquefied gas and drove soaring gas production at home.
"On an adjacent tract, another project called Texas LNG intends to build atop a site called #GarciaPasture—an ancient village ground where people lived seasonally for almost 800 years. The World Monument Fund calls it 'one of America’s premier #archaeological sites.' That project has its permits and awaits investor commitments before breaking ground.
"And about 5 miles away, #SpaceX continues to expand its #Starbase complex, where it manufactures and launches the most powerful #rockets in the world (which occasionally explode and fall to earth).
"Mancias fears this is just the beginning.
" 'All of this will be gone,' he said, driving his pickup truck down a highway through the marshes. 'They’re going to destroy all of this.' "
Read more:
https://www.texasobserver.org/forgotten-keepers-of-the-rio-grande-delta/#DefendingTheSacred #SacredSites
#TexasObserver #InsideClimateNews #BigOilAndGas #CulturalGenocide #CorporateColonialism #ElonSucks #MegaProjects #Pollution #Fracking #SpaceIndustry #DefendTheSacred #EndangeredSpecies -
35 #IconicPhotos in history and their inspiring backstories: https://zorz.it/aTVpQ
#ShanilouPerera #HistoricalPhotos #RarePhotos #HistoryKids #VintagePhotos #ancestors #history #trials
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A quotation from Alexander Smith
To our graves we walk
In the thick footprints of departed men.Alexander Smith (1830-1867) Scottish poet
“Horton,” ll. 570-571, City Poems (1857)More about this quote: wist.info/smith-alexander/8273…
#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #alexandersmith #ancestors #death #humancondition #mortality
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In both the Yoruban (Lucumí) and Celtiberian traditions, the door is the threshold—the interface between the public (the Material World) and the private (The Sovereign/"Ellis").
In the Lucumí tradition, the entrance is the domain of Elegguá, the Orisha who opens and closes paths. Additionally, while traditional Jewish homes place a Mezuzah on the doorpost, Crypto-Jews (conversos like my paternal family) often hid their sacred objects behind doors or within the internal structure of the entrance to avoid detection by the Inquisition. Moreover, Celtiberian castros (fortified hill-forts) were designed with complex, narrow gateways, and warriors were stationed specifically at the gate to ensure that anyone entering was meant to be there.
For these reasons and more, I'm delighted to have finally moved my bóveda to my room and placed it behind my door on my dresser. Now it's perfect. 💜
Elegguá, Anú, and my ancestors (Egun) can now watch over me while I sleep and work. 😻
The bóveda points outwards, with the open end kinda towards my bed. It was the best I could do in terms of facing it "towards the door." I partially wish I could curve it a little bit, but the arrow is all > and no —. 😛
Anyway, syncretism rocks, and I love how wildly diverse my ancestors were. I wish I'd learned any of this way earlier in life, but I'm happy and grateful to know it all now. 😊
#Lucumi #Santeria #Celtiberian #CryptoJewish #Sephardic #Yoruba #Eleggua #Anu #Egun #Ancestors #Syncretism #Boveda #Threshold #LiminalSpace #FolkMagic #HomeAltar #Sovereignty
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In both the Yoruban (Lucumí) and Celtiberian traditions, the door is the threshold—the interface between the public (the Material World) and the private (The Sovereign/"Ellis").
In the Lucumí tradition, the entrance is the domain of Elegguá, the Orisha who opens and closes paths. Additionally, while traditional Jewish homes place a Mezuzah on the doorpost, Crypto-Jews (conversos like my paternal family) often hid their sacred objects behind doors or within the internal structure of the entrance to avoid detection by the Inquisition. Moreover, Celtiberian castros (fortified hill-forts) were designed with complex, narrow gateways, and warriors were stationed specifically at the gate to ensure that anyone entering was meant to be there.
For these reasons and more, I'm delighted to have finally moved my bóveda to my room and placed it behind my door on my dresser. Now it's perfect. 💜
Elegguá, Anú, and my ancestors (Egun) can now watch over me while I sleep and work. 😻
The bóveda points outwards, with the open end kinda towards my bed. It was the best I could do in terms of facing it "towards the door." I partially wish I could curve it a little bit, but the arrow is all > and no —. 😛
Anyway, syncretism rocks, and I love how wildly diverse my ancestors were. I wish I'd learned any of this way earlier in life, but I'm happy and grateful to know it all now. 😊
#Lucumi #Santeria #Celtiberian #CryptoJewish #Sephardic #Yoruba #Eleggua #Anu #Egun #Ancestors #Syncretism #Boveda #Threshold #LiminalSpace #FolkMagic #HomeAltar #Sovereignty
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In both the Yoruban (Lucumí) and Celtiberian traditions, the door is the threshold—the interface between the public (the Material World) and the private (The Sovereign/"Ellis").
In the Lucumí tradition, the entrance is the domain of Elegguá, the Orisha who opens and closes paths. Additionally, while traditional Jewish homes place a Mezuzah on the doorpost, Crypto-Jews (conversos like my paternal family) often hid their sacred objects behind doors or within the internal structure of the entrance to avoid detection by the Inquisition. Moreover, Celtiberian castros (fortified hill-forts) were designed with complex, narrow gateways, and warriors were stationed specifically at the gate to ensure that anyone entering was meant to be there.
For these reasons and more, I'm delighted to have finally moved my bóveda to my room and placed it behind my door on my dresser. Now it's perfect. 💜
Elegguá, Anú, and my ancestors (Egun) can now watch over me while I sleep and work. 😻
The bóveda points outwards, with the open end kinda towards my bed. It was the best I could do in terms of facing it "towards the door." I partially wish I could curve it a little bit, but the arrow is all > and no —. 😛
Anyway, syncretism rocks, and I love how wildly diverse my ancestors were. I wish I'd learned any of this way earlier in life, but I'm happy and grateful to know it all now. 😊
#Lucumi #Santeria #Celtiberian #CryptoJewish #Sephardic #Yoruba #Eleggua #Anu #Egun #Ancestors #Syncretism #Boveda #Threshold #LiminalSpace #FolkMagic #HomeAltar #Sovereignty
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In both the Yoruban (Lucumí) and Celtiberian traditions, the door is the threshold—the interface between the public (the Material World) and the private (The Sovereign/"Ellis").
In the Lucumí tradition, the entrance is the domain of Elegguá, the Orisha who opens and closes paths. Additionally, while traditional Jewish homes place a Mezuzah on the doorpost, Crypto-Jews (conversos like my paternal family) often hid their sacred objects behind doors or within the internal structure of the entrance to avoid detection by the Inquisition. Moreover, Celtiberian castros (fortified hill-forts) were designed with complex, narrow gateways, and warriors were stationed specifically at the gate to ensure that anyone entering was meant to be there.
For these reasons and more, I'm delighted to have finally moved my bóveda to my room and placed it behind my door on my dresser. Now it's perfect. 💜
Elegguá, Anú, and my ancestors (Egun) can now watch over me while I sleep and work. 😻
The bóveda points outwards, with the open end kinda towards my bed. It was the best I could do in terms of facing it "towards the door." I partially wish I could curve it a little bit, but the arrow is all > and no —. 😛
Anyway, syncretism rocks, and I love how wildly diverse my ancestors were. I wish I'd learned any of this way earlier in life, but I'm happy and grateful to know it all now. 😊
#Lucumi #Santeria #Celtiberian #CryptoJewish #Sephardic #Yoruba #Eleggua #Anu #Egun #Ancestors #Syncretism #Boveda #Threshold #LiminalSpace #FolkMagic #HomeAltar #Sovereignty
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Why our #ancestors had straight #teeth without #braces
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CW: DEEP THOTS: Ontological friction, BPD/Mental Health, Spirituality vs. Atheism
Man, it's been a while since I've had to put my atheistic ontological philosophy to test against my simultaneously panentheistic behavior vis-a-vis IRL spirituality. And face-to-face, I am having to confront this inevitable and dramatic logical test against my beliefs.
I realize a great deal of my concern relies around intellectual honesty. I suffer from borderline personality disorder. I'm a plural system. I'm a kinetic with ADHD, and I'm an autist without ASD. Without intellectual honesty, I have to rely on my own trauma-riddled emotions and the social judgment of people around me who have only their own best interests at heart, and as you might imagine, that invariably results in unmitigated and suicidality-eliciting catastrophe.
And I don't know how to both be intellectually honest and also fail to admit to myself that there is zero empirical evidence for any spiritual or magical claim that cannot be better and more simply explained using existing and well-understood physical mechanisms. Just because I feel something to be true, and just because I need something to be true, does not mean that it is. And I cannot be honest without admitting that to myself.
Ergo, ontologically, I cannot but be an atheist. In the absence of empirical, observable, measurable, and falsifiable evidence to the contrary, I cannot be anything else and be telling the truth that I know--that we have never learned a goddamn thing by pretending the world is otherwise than what it is. Look no further than present-day conservatives to see where the path of "pretending the world is otherwise than it is" gets us.
But that CAN'T be the end of the story. I don't often interact with elemental particles, and my uncertainty regarding their position and velocity at any given point in time doesn't really add to the uncertainty of my daily living. I do not determine my psychosocial safety using mathematical proofs and universal constants. I am a human, and humans use empiricism to understand and manipulate the world on vast scales. But we do not think empiricism. If we did, empiricism wouldn't be so helpful at the whole the sciencing thing. We might hate each other less, but maybe we'd love each other less too, and I've never arrived at a point where I'm sure whether one is worth sacrificing for the other.
And the house I've been staying at is ruled over by a pagan whose spirituality is strongly informed by his Vietnamese culture, and the room where I have been staying doubles as his and his partners' ancestors' altar. And, like, they took my Ranch dip. They didn't even ask. They were just like, "Don't close it. Put it there. Leave it open."
What do you do when someone's ancestors want your dip? You fucking give them your dip is what. You do NOT fuck around with the ancestors.
Priscilla says they like us, and She's been our personal god and an avatar of the Morrígan to us now for YEARS (hell, I'm her godsdamn Cú Anann), so I can't imagine She doesn't know. Also, the gentleman I'm staying with has since informed me that his ancestors refer to me as "the Bard." So, like.... I dunno man.
I'm not saying it's ontologically happening, but this is shared narrative, and that makes it more real than any Newtonian equivalence function. You can't build quantum computers with it, but you can EMPOWER the mind that can build quantum computers with it, and that's not nothing.
I am an atheist who has spiritual experiences and has been anointed with two legendary titles by two separate pantheons of divinity: "the Hound of Anú" (Irish pantheon) and "the Bard" (Vietnamese familial pantheon). I cannot even begin to put into words how cool any of that is. NGL, I haven't fully processed any of it yet. 😅
#Philosophy #Atheism #Panentheism #Neurodivergent #BPD #Plurality #Systems #TheMorrigan #SharedNarrative #Ontology #IntellectualHonesty #Ancestors #TheBard
P.S. I'm making a little bit of fun of myself with the "Deep Thots" title. I do have deep thoughts. My libido is also high, and I had sex with a stranger today. It is a good day. 😹 🤪 💙
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CW: DEEP THOTS: Ontological friction, BPD/Mental Health, Spirituality vs. Atheism
Man, it's been a while since I've had to put my atheistic ontological philosophy to test against my simultaneously panentheistic behavior vis-a-vis IRL spirituality. And face-to-face, I am having to confront this inevitable and dramatic logical test against my beliefs.
I realize a great deal of my concern relies around intellectual honesty. I suffer from borderline personality disorder. I'm a plural system. I'm a kinetic with ADHD, and I'm an autist without ASD. Without intellectual honesty, I have to rely on my own trauma-riddled emotions and the social judgment of people around me who have only their own best interests at heart, and as you might imagine, that invariably results in unmitigated and suicidality-eliciting catastrophe.
And I don't know how to both be intellectually honest and also fail to admit to myself that there is zero empirical evidence for any spiritual or magical claim that cannot be better and more simply explained using existing and well-understood physical mechanisms. Just because I feel something to be true, and just because I need something to be true, does not mean that it is. And I cannot be honest without admitting that to myself.
Ergo, ontologically, I cannot but be an atheist. In the absence of empirical, observable, measurable, and falsifiable evidence to the contrary, I cannot be anything else and be telling the truth that I know--that we have never learned a goddamn thing by pretending the world is otherwise than what it is. Look no further than present-day conservatives to see where the path of "pretending the world is otherwise than it is" gets us.
But that CAN'T be the end of the story. I don't often interact with elemental particles, and my uncertainty regarding their position and velocity at any given point in time doesn't really add to the uncertainty of my daily living. I do not determine my psychosocial safety using mathematical proofs and universal constants. I am a human, and humans use empiricism to understand and manipulate the world on vast scales. But we do not think empiricism. If we did, empiricism wouldn't be so helpful at the whole the sciencing thing. We might hate each other less, but maybe we'd love each other less too, and I've never arrived at a point where I'm sure whether one is worth sacrificing for the other.
And the house I've been staying at is ruled over by a pagan whose spirituality is strongly informed by his Vietnamese culture, and the room where I have been staying doubles as his and his partners' ancestors' altar. And, like, they took my Ranch dip. They didn't even ask. They were just like, "Don't close it. Put it there. Leave it open."
What do you do when someone's ancestors want your dip? You fucking give them your dip is what. You do NOT fuck around with the ancestors.
Priscilla says they like us, and She's been our personal god and an avatar of the Morrígan to us now for YEARS (hell, I'm her godsdamn Cú Anann), so I can't imagine She doesn't know. Also, the gentleman I'm staying with has since informed me that his ancestors refer to me as "the Bard." So, like.... I dunno man.
I'm not saying it's ontologically happening, but this is shared narrative, and that makes it more real than any Newtonian equivalence function. You can't build quantum computers with it, but you can EMPOWER the mind that can build quantum computers with it, and that's not nothing.
I am an atheist who has spiritual experiences and has been anointed with two legendary titles by two separate pantheons of divinity: "the Hound of Anú" (Irish pantheon) and "the Bard" (Vietnamese familial pantheon). I cannot even begin to put into words how cool any of that is. NGL, I haven't fully processed any of it yet. 😅
#Philosophy #Atheism #Panentheism #Neurodivergent #BPD #Plurality #Systems #TheMorrigan #SharedNarrative #Ontology #IntellectualHonesty #Ancestors #TheBard
P.S. I'm making a little bit of fun of myself with the "Deep Thots" title. I do have deep thoughts. My libido is also high, and I had sex with a stranger today. It is a good day. 😹 🤪 💙
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CW: DEEP THOTS: Ontological friction, BPD/Mental Health, Spirituality vs. Atheism
Man, it's been a while since I've had to put my atheistic ontological philosophy to test against my simultaneously panentheistic behavior vis-a-vis IRL spirituality. And face-to-face, I am having to confront this inevitable and dramatic logical test against my beliefs.
I realize a great deal of my concern relies around intellectual honesty. I suffer from borderline personality disorder. I'm a plural system. I'm a kinetic with ADHD, and I'm an autist without ASD. Without intellectual honesty, I have to rely on my own trauma-riddled emotions and the social judgment of people around me who have only their own best interests at heart, and as you might imagine, that invariably results in unmitigated and suicidality-eliciting catastrophe.
And I don't know how to both be intellectually honest and also fail to admit to myself that there is zero empirical evidence for any spiritual or magical claim that cannot be better and more simply explained using existing and well-understood physical mechanisms. Just because I feel something to be true, and just because I need something to be true, does not mean that it is. And I cannot be honest without admitting that to myself.
Ergo, ontologically, I cannot but be an atheist. In the absence of empirical, observable, measurable, and falsifiable evidence to the contrary, I cannot be anything else and be telling the truth that I know--that we have never learned a goddamn thing by pretending the world is otherwise than what it is. Look no further than present-day conservatives to see where the path of "pretending the world is otherwise than it is" gets us.
But that CAN'T be the end of the story. I don't often interact with elemental particles, and my uncertainty regarding their position and velocity at any given point in time doesn't really add to the uncertainty of my daily living. I do not determine my psychosocial safety using mathematical proofs and universal constants. I am a human, and humans use empiricism to understand and manipulate the world on vast scales. But we do not think empiricism. If we did, empiricism wouldn't be so helpful at the whole the sciencing thing. We might hate each other less, but maybe we'd love each other less too, and I've never arrived at a point where I'm sure whether one is worth sacrificing for the other.
And the house I've been staying at is ruled over by a pagan whose spirituality is strongly informed by his Vietnamese culture, and the room where I have been staying doubles as his and his partners' ancestors' altar. And, like, they took my Ranch dip. They didn't even ask. They were just like, "Don't close it. Put it there. Leave it open."
What do you do when someone's ancestors want your dip? You fucking give them your dip is what. You do NOT fuck around with the ancestors.
Priscilla says they like us, and She's been our personal god and an avatar of the Morrígan to us now for YEARS (hell, I'm her godsdamn Cú Anann), so I can't imagine She doesn't know. Also, the gentleman I'm staying with has since informed me that his ancestors refer to me as "the Bard." So, like.... I dunno man.
I'm not saying it's ontologically happening, but this is shared narrative, and that makes it more real than any Newtonian equivalence function. You can't build quantum computers with it, but you can EMPOWER the mind that can build quantum computers with it, and that's not nothing.
I am an atheist who has spiritual experiences and has been anointed with two legendary titles by two separate pantheons of divinity: "the Hound of Anú" (Irish pantheon) and "the Bard" (Vietnamese familial pantheon). I cannot even begin to put into words how cool any of that is. NGL, I haven't fully processed any of it yet. 😅
#Philosophy #Atheism #Panentheism #Neurodivergent #BPD #Plurality #Systems #TheMorrigan #SharedNarrative #Ontology #IntellectualHonesty #Ancestors #TheBard
P.S. I'm making a little bit of fun of myself with the "Deep Thots" title. I do have deep thoughts. My libido is also high, and I had sex with a stranger today. It is a good day. 😹 🤪 💙
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CW: DEEP THOTS: Ontological friction, BPD/Mental Health, Spirituality vs. Atheism
Man, it's been a while since I've had to put my atheistic ontological philosophy to test against my simultaneously panentheistic behavior vis-a-vis IRL spirituality. And face-to-face, I am having to confront this inevitable and dramatic logical test against my beliefs.
I realize a great deal of my concern relies around intellectual honesty. I suffer from borderline personality disorder. I'm a plural system. I'm a kinetic with ADHD, and I'm an autist without ASD. Without intellectual honesty, I have to rely on my own trauma-riddled emotions and the social judgment of people around me who have only their own best interests at heart, and as you might imagine, that invariably results in unmitigated and suicidality-eliciting catastrophe.
And I don't know how to both be intellectually honest and also fail to admit to myself that there is zero empirical evidence for any spiritual or magical claim that cannot be better and more simply explained using existing and well-understood physical mechanisms. Just because I feel something to be true, and just because I need something to be true, does not mean that it is. And I cannot be honest without admitting that to myself.
Ergo, ontologically, I cannot but be an atheist. In the absence of empirical, observable, measurable, and falsifiable evidence to the contrary, I cannot be anything else and be telling the truth that I know--that we have never learned a goddamn thing by pretending the world is otherwise than what it is. Look no further than present-day conservatives to see where the path of "pretending the world is otherwise than it is" gets us.
But that CAN'T be the end of the story. I don't often interact with elemental particles, and my uncertainty regarding their position and velocity at any given point in time doesn't really add to the uncertainty of my daily living. I do not determine my psychosocial safety using mathematical proofs and universal constants. I am a human, and humans use empiricism to understand and manipulate the world on vast scales. But we do not think empiricism. If we did, empiricism wouldn't be so helpful at the whole the sciencing thing. We might hate each other less, but maybe we'd love each other less too, and I've never arrived at a point where I'm sure whether one is worth sacrificing for the other.
And the house I've been staying at is ruled over by a pagan whose spirituality is strongly informed by his Vietnamese culture, and the room where I have been staying doubles as his and his partners' ancestors' altar. And, like, they took my Ranch dip. They didn't even ask. They were just like, "Don't close it. Put it there. Leave it open."
What do you do when someone's ancestors want your dip? You fucking give them your dip is what. You do NOT fuck around with the ancestors.
Priscilla says they like us, and She's been our personal god and an avatar of the Morrígan to us now for YEARS (hell, I'm her godsdamn Cú Anann), so I can't imagine She doesn't know. Also, the gentleman I'm staying with has since informed me that his ancestors refer to me as "the Bard." So, like.... I dunno man.
I'm not saying it's ontologically happening, but this is shared narrative, and that makes it more real than any Newtonian equivalence function. You can't build quantum computers with it, but you can EMPOWER the mind that can build quantum computers with it, and that's not nothing.
I am an atheist who has spiritual experiences and has been anointed with two legendary titles by two separate pantheons of divinity: "the Hound of Anú" (Irish pantheon) and "the Bard" (Vietnamese familial pantheon). I cannot even begin to put into words how cool any of that is. NGL, I haven't fully processed any of it yet. 😅
#Philosophy #Atheism #Panentheism #Neurodivergent #BPD #Plurality #Systems #TheMorrigan #SharedNarrative #Ontology #IntellectualHonesty #Ancestors #TheBard
P.S. I'm making a little bit of fun of myself with the "Deep Thots" title. I do have deep thoughts. My libido is also high, and I had sex with a stranger today. It is a good day. 😹 🤪 💙
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Just had one of those sudden epiphanies that feels like it should be a bit monumental.
In an early episode of #Cosmos, #NielDegrasseTyson stood in front of one of an ancient Stone Tower, like #Jericho era stuff, and said something like, "our #ancestors used to stand on top of this to get a better view of the stars."
I just realized that, when he says "our ancestors", he probably literally means "you and I are descended from these people", because this thing was built so long ago that those bloodlines have likely been dispersed through most of the human race by now.
It's probable that literally everyone reading this message is descended from someone who stood atop that Tower at Jericho, or at least a similar Tower at that time, and looked up at the same stars we can still see in the night sky, wondering what they were or just marveling at the view.
*"Mind Blown."*
#science #astronomy #history #ancestry #humanity #OnePlanetOnePeople
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We #dishonor our #ancestors by #practicing the #religion of our #oppressors.
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#FinalDestination is one of my favorite #franchises. Probably because every #death is more #stupid and #exaggerated than the one before.
#Bloodlines changes the typical #premonition where someone sees their own death for seeing that #ancestors death.
I #love it! I just disliked that they removed the rule that if someone gives birth the death has to restart the killing order.
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#FinalDestination is one of my favorite #franchises. Probably because every #death is more #stupid and #exaggerated than the one before.
#Bloodlines changes the typical #preminition where someone sees their own death for seeing that #ancestors death.
I #love it! I just disliked that they removed the rule that if someone gives birth the death has to restart the killing order.
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@bobonbooks
Beautiful
#interbeing #ancestors #learning
I feel I'm cheapening the poetry with the use of hashtags, but alas that's my limited language. -
@bobonbooks
Beautiful
#interbeing #ancestors #learning
I feel I'm cheapening the poetry with the use of hashtags, but alas that's my limited language. -
@bobonbooks
Beautiful
#interbeing #ancestors #learning
I feel I'm cheapening the poetry with the use of hashtags, but alas that's my limited language. -
@bobonbooks
Beautiful
#interbeing #ancestors #learning
I feel I'm cheapening the poetry with the use of hashtags, but alas that's my limited language. -
@bobonbooks
Beautiful
#interbeing #ancestors #learning
I feel I'm cheapening the poetry with the use of hashtags, but alas that's my limited language. -
✨ Энергия Любви: Как Стать Источником Света & Привлечь Гармонию в Жизнь!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WMUjqGo97Ac
#СлавянскаяМудрость #ЛюбовьВСердце #ДуховноеРазвитие #ЭнергияРода #Предки #Велес #Сварог #ДревниеБоги #Самопознание #Медитация #ВнутренняяСила #Душа #ИсточникЛюбви #SlavicWisdom #LoveInYourHeart #SpiritualGrowth #RodEnergy #Ancestors #Veles #Svarog #AncientGods #SelfKnowledge #Meditation
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✨ Энергия Любви: Как Стать Источником Света & Привлечь Гармонию в Жизнь!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WMUjqGo97Ac
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✨ Энергия Любви: Как Стать Источником Света & Привлечь Гармонию в Жизнь!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WMUjqGo97Ac
#СлавянскаяМудрость #ЛюбовьВСердце #ДуховноеРазвитие #ЭнергияРода #Предки #Велес #Сварог #ДревниеБоги #Самопознание #Медитация #ВнутренняяСила #Душа #ИсточникЛюбви #SlavicWisdom #LoveInYourHeart #SpiritualGrowth #RodEnergy #Ancestors #Veles #Svarog #AncientGods #SelfKnowledge #Meditation
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✨ Энергия Любви: Как Стать Источником Света & Привлечь Гармонию в Жизнь!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WMUjqGo97Ac
#СлавянскаяМудрость #ЛюбовьВСердце #ДуховноеРазвитие #ЭнергияРода #Предки #Велес #Сварог #ДревниеБоги #Самопознание #Медитация #ВнутренняяСила #Душа #ИсточникЛюбви #SlavicWisdom #LoveInYourHeart #SpiritualGrowth #RodEnergy #Ancestors #Veles #Svarog #AncientGods #SelfKnowledge #Meditation
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✨ Энергия Любви: Как Стать Источником Света & Привлечь Гармонию в Жизнь!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WMUjqGo97Ac
#СлавянскаяМудрость #ЛюбовьВСердце #ДуховноеРазвитие #ЭнергияРода #Предки #Велес #Сварог #ДревниеБоги #Самопознание #Медитация #ВнутренняяСила #Душа #ИсточникЛюбви #SlavicWisdom #LoveInYourHeart #SpiritualGrowth #RodEnergy #Ancestors #Veles #Svarog #AncientGods #SelfKnowledge #Meditation
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✨ Энергия Любви: Как Стать Источником Света & Привлечь Гармонию в Жизнь!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WMUjqGo97Ac
#СлавянскаяМудрость #ЛюбовьВСердце #ДуховноеРазвитие #ЭнергияРода #Предки #Велес #Сварог #ДревниеБоги #Самопознание #Медитация #ВнутренняяСила #Душа #ИсточникЛюбви #SlavicWisdom #LoveInYourHeart #SpiritualGrowth #RodEnergy #Ancestors #Veles #Svarog #AncientGods #SelfKnowledge #Meditation
