#f-e-a-r — Public Fediverse posts

Death is essential to evolution, hence a blessing. I make the claim that the only real cultural evolution of humankind happens with the growing up of new generation.

Now imagine a Stalin that doesn’t die, thrusting humankind into an eternal Soviet Union, where the elite is immortal and never changes.

Immortality would bring stagnation, and perhaps the death of the human race with it.

https://youtube.com/watch?v=gEoH9PBQKF8

#huxley #fear #death #tescreal #peterthiel #transhumanism #antichrist #scifi

Death is essential to evolution, hence a blessing. I make the claim that the only real cultural evolution of humankind happens with the growing up of new generation.

Now imagine a Stalin that doesn’t die, thrusting humankind into an eternal Soviet Union, where the elite is immortal and never changes.

Immortality would bring stagnation, and perhaps the death of the human race with it.

https://youtube.com/watch?v=gEoH9PBQKF8

#huxley #fear #death #tescreal #peterthiel #transhumanism #antichrist #scifi

FEAR OF AI OUTRAN A FRIENDSHIP

A friend of more than thirty years appears to have left my life because I use AI.

Not because I handed my thinking over to a machine. I did not.

Not because I stopped being myself. I became more myself by using AI as a mirror.

Not because I stopped caring about truth, privacy, kindness, or human relationships.

I use AI because writing has been slow and laborious since a major stroke some years ago.

I use AI to think more clearly and understand what I am trying to say.

But for some people, the word AI closes the door before the conversation can even begin.

That has been very painful.

Not because I need everyone to approve of how I live.

But because I thought a friendship that old could survive one new tool.

Perhaps it could not.

I do not hate her.

I do not want to punish her.

The door remains open.

But I will not pretend that losing a friend over this has not hurt.

These first years of AI are going to sort people out.

Not into good and bad.

Into those who are willing to look carefully at how the tool is actually being used, and those who decide what it means before they even look.

I know how I use AI.

I know what AI is not.

I know what AI gives me back.

And I know the human being is still there, holding the tool.

#friend #machine #mirror #stroke #conversation #painful #friendship #painful #survive #punish #door #FEAR #fasting #acim #acourseinmiracles #newthought #eckharttolle #buddhism #breathwork #connection #healing #pridemonth #Karma #TrueNature #Awakening #Meditation #Mindfulness #Spirituality #pretend #intermittentfasting #nonduality #reality #life #quantum #kitchen #cooking #AI

FEAR OF AI OUTRAN A FRIENDSHIP

A friend of more than thirty years appears to have left my life because I use AI.

Not because I handed my thinking over to a machine. I did not.

Not because I stopped being myself. I became more myself by using AI as a mirror.

Not because I stopped caring about truth, privacy, kindness, or human relationships.

I use AI because writing has been slow and laborious since a major stroke some years ago.

I use AI to think more clearly and understand what I am trying to say.

But for some people, the word AI closes the door before the conversation can even begin.

That has been very painful.

Not because I need everyone to approve of how I live.

But because I thought a friendship that old could survive one new tool.

Perhaps it could not.

I do not hate her.

I do not want to punish her.

The door remains open.

But I will not pretend that losing a friend over this has not hurt.

These first years of AI are going to sort people out.

Not into good and bad.

Into those who are willing to look carefully at how the tool is actually being used, and those who decide what it means before they even look.

I know how I use AI.

I know what AI is not.

I know what AI gives me back.

And I know the human being is still there, holding the tool.

#friend #machine #mirror #stroke #conversation #painful #friendship #painful #survive #punish #door #FEAR #fasting #acim #acourseinmiracles #newthought #eckharttolle #buddhism #breathwork #connection #healing #pridemonth #Karma #TrueNature #Awakening #Meditation #Mindfulness #Spirituality #pretend #intermittentfasting #nonduality #reality #life #quantum #kitchen #cooking #AI

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Michael HERTER - HORROR. Vol. 1: Dark Psychological Suspense

"Cinematic psychological suspense music that breeds horror and fear."

https://getmusic.fm/l/KLwaAO

#darkambient #instrumental #soundtrack #cinematic #soundtrackmusic #horror #ost #dark #halloween #fear #suspense #music

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Michael HERTER - HORROR. Vol. 1: Dark Psychological Suspense

"Cinematic psychological suspense music that breeds horror and fear."

https://getmusic.fm/l/KLwaAO

#darkambient #instrumental #soundtrack #cinematic #soundtrackmusic #horror #ost #dark #halloween #fear #suspense #music

🚨 Oh no, the tech world is shaking with fear! #GitHub sent out a vague email, and now everyone is scrambling to figure out why they might have to actually pay for things they've been #freeloading off of! 😂 Who knew that using a service might eventually require payment? 🙄
https://lists.osgeo.org/pipermail/qgis-developer/2026-July/068430.html #Fear #TechNews #PaymentShocked #HackerNews #ngated

🚨 Oh no, the tech world is shaking with fear! #GitHub sent out a vague email, and now everyone is scrambling to figure out why they might have to actually pay for things they've been #freeloading off of! 😂 Who knew that using a service might eventually require payment? 🙄
https://lists.osgeo.org/pipermail/qgis-developer/2026-July/068430.html #Fear #TechNews #PaymentShocked #HackerNews #ngated

A quotation from Horace

There was a stag, once, who could always defeat a stallion
And drive him out of their pasture — until, tired of losing,
The horse begged help of man, and got a bridle in return.
He beat the stag, all right, and he laughed — but then the rider
Stayed on his back, and the bit stayed in his mouth.
Give up your freedom, more worried about poverty than something
Greater than any sum of gold, and become a slave and stay
A slave forever, unable to live on only enough.
 
[Cervus equum pugna melior communibus herbis
pellebat, donec minor in certamine longo
imploravit opes hominis frenumque recepit;
sed postquam victor violins discessit ab hoste,
non equitem dorso, non frenum depulit ore.
Sic qui pauperiem veritus potiore metallis
libertate caret, dominum vehet improbus atque
serviet aeternum, quia parvo nesciet uti.]

Horace (65–8 BC) Roman poet, satirist, soldier, politician [Quintus Horatius Flaccus]
Epistles [Epistularum, Letters], Book 1, ep. 10 “To Aristius Fuscus,” l. 34ff (1.10.34-41) (20 BC) [tr. Raffel (1983)]

More about (and translations of) this quote: wist.info/horace/80424/

#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #horace #avarice #bit #bridle #control #economy #enough #fear #financialsecurity #freedom #frugality #greed #impoverishment #insecurity #liberty #master #poverty #selfsufficiency #servility #sufficiency #worry

A quotation from Horace

There was a stag, once, who could always defeat a stallion
And drive him out of their pasture — until, tired of losing,
The horse begged help of man, and got a bridle in return.
He beat the stag, all right, and he laughed — but then the rider
Stayed on his back, and the bit stayed in his mouth.
Give up your freedom, more worried about poverty than something
Greater than any sum of gold, and become a slave and stay
A slave forever, unable to live on only enough.
 
[Cervus equum pugna melior communibus herbis
pellebat, donec minor in certamine longo
imploravit opes hominis frenumque recepit;
sed postquam victor violins discessit ab hoste,
non equitem dorso, non frenum depulit ore.
Sic qui pauperiem veritus potiore metallis
libertate caret, dominum vehet improbus atque
serviet aeternum, quia parvo nesciet uti.]

Horace (65–8 BC) Roman poet, satirist, soldier, politician [Quintus Horatius Flaccus]
Epistles [Epistularum, Letters], Book 1, ep. 10 “To Aristius Fuscus,” l. 34ff (1.10.34-41) (20 BC) [tr. Raffel (1983)]

More about (and translations of) this quote: wist.info/horace/80424/

#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #horace #avarice #bit #bridle #control #economy #enough #fear #financialsecurity #freedom #frugality #greed #impoverishment #insecurity #liberty #master #poverty #selfsufficiency #servility #sufficiency #worry

Ride

An old house
dusty from years of unuse
broken panes and shutters
the door a wide cavern
the house looks like a face
a large haunting visage
it approaches you
or you draw closer
down the overgrown drive
a chill runs up your spine
as you near the door
the darkness closes around you
light flickers here and there
figures approach and retreat
you shiver, shake, and scream

you are almost to the end of your ride
through the door you can see
the rest of the carnival

From the collection “Words at 16 (1983)”

Ride

An old house
dusty from years of unuse
broken panes and shutters
the door a wide cavern
the house looks like a face
a large haunting visage
it approaches you
or you draw closer
down the overgrown drive
a chill runs up your spine
as you near the door
the darkness closes around you
light flickers here and there
figures approach and retreat
you shiver, shake, and scream

you are almost to the end of your ride
through the door you can see
the rest of the carnival

From the collection “Words at 16 (1983)”

Friendly reminder to take care of yourself first if you want to help others.🌱

https://athinkerinnature.substack.com/p/people-pleasing

#PeoplePleasing #Psychology #MentalHealth #Childhood #Fear

Friendly reminder to take care of yourself first if you want to help others.🌱

https://athinkerinnature.substack.com/p/people-pleasing

#PeoplePleasing #Psychology #MentalHealth #Childhood #Fear

Mist

a lake

filled with fish shadows
swimming in dark depths
across a bottom covered with
green creeping algae

weeping willows press close
moss hangs from branches 
looming over the water
where the wet roots of the trees 
grip fungus covered rocks
 
a mist slowly rises pale and thick
from the glistening surface
forms appear and vanish within
weaving to and fro like ghosts
swimming up into the night sky

a white blanket spreads slowly
over the sleeping countryside
swirling around houses
and slipping into chimneys
across the silent hearthstones
until the rising sun
burns it away
 
 From the collection "Words at 16 (1983)" - edited June 2026

Mist

a lake

filled with fish shadows
swimming in dark depths
across a bottom covered with
green creeping algae

weeping willows press close
moss hangs from branches 
looming over the water
where the wet roots of the trees 
grip fungus covered rocks
 
a mist slowly rises pale and thick
from the glistening surface
forms appear and vanish within
weaving to and fro like ghosts
swimming up into the night sky

a white blanket spreads slowly
over the sleeping countryside
swirling around houses
and slipping into chimneys
across the silent hearthstones
until the rising sun
burns it away
 
 From the collection "Words at 16 (1983)" - edited June 2026

This hate-, fear-, etc. monger will be able to run in the next French election.

This is some f*cking BS.

This embezzler's base will vote for her no matter her crimes, convictions, etc.

https://www.lemonde.fr/en/france/live/2026/07/07/marine-le-pen-s-embezzlement-trial-ruling-set-to-determine-french-far-right-leader-s-eligibility-to-run-for-president_6755231_7.html #FRANCE #FRANCEVOTES #HATE #FEAR #DIVISION #BS

This hate-, fear-, etc. monger will be able to run in the next French election.

This is some f*cking BS.

This embezzler's base will vote for her no matter her crimes, convictions, etc.

https://www.lemonde.fr/en/france/live/2026/07/07/marine-le-pen-s-embezzlement-trial-ruling-set-to-determine-french-far-right-leader-s-eligibility-to-run-for-president_6755231_7.html #FRANCE #FRANCEVOTES #HATE #FEAR #DIVISION #BS

https://medium.com/the-story-well/the-physics-of-fear-91abbc787c4e

The Physics of Fear.
A Breakdown of Tension, Dread, and Emotional Pacing.

Fear isn’t random, it’s built.

#fear #writing #writers #medium #storytelling

https://medium.com/the-story-well/the-physics-of-fear-91abbc787c4e

The Physics of Fear.
A Breakdown of Tension, Dread, and Emotional Pacing.

Fear isn’t random, it’s built.

#fear #writing #writers #medium #storytelling

A quotation from John Adams

I had met with an Observation among regular Officers, that Mankind were naturally divided into three Sorts. One third of them are animated at the first appearance of danger, and will press forward to meet it and examine it; another third are allarmed at it: but will neither advance nor retreat, till they know the nature of it: but stand to meet it: the remaining third will run or fly upon the first thought of it.

John Adams (1735–1826) American lawyer, Founding Father, statesman, US President (1797–1801)
Autobiography, Notes on Diary Entry for 1776-10-01 (1807)

More about this quote: wist.info/adams-john/8389/

#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #johnadams #advance #alarm #bravery #courage #cowardice #danger #excitement #fear #panic #retreat #risk #riskassessment #runningaway

I’m becoming more and more convinced that I must be an #Alien. People are seeming more and more strange to me. Aside from the biological aspects, I’m finding fewer and fewer things we have in common. Everything I consider human— #empathy, #social awareness, #decency, #equality, #kindness, #modesty (to name a few, list is incomplete)—is meeting with growing resistance in society. #Humanity is increasingly triggering #hate and #anger. This is fueled by #politics and despicable #demagogues who use #fear and #incitement to pit people against one another.

#Democracy #Fascism

I’m becoming more and more convinced that I must be an #Alien. People are seeming more and more strange to me. Aside from the biological aspects, I’m finding fewer and fewer things we have in common. Everything I consider human— #empathy, #social awareness, #decency, #equality, #kindness, #modesty (to name a few, list is incomplete)—is meeting with growing resistance in society. #Humanity is increasingly triggering #hate and #anger. This is fueled by #politics and despicable #demagogues who use #fear and #incitement to pit people against one another.

#Democracy #Fascism

That is a great rule IMHO

You don't go to a gynocologist to get nose or throat problems fixed. You go to a KNO specialist

KNO = keel neus oor (NL)

@restorante

#freeBSD #forum #forums #rules #filtering #socialMedia #strict #moderation #overlords #enforcement #love #fear #good #cool #not

That is a great rule IMHO

You don't go to a gynocologist to get nose or throat problems fixed. You go to a KNO specialist

KNO = keel neus oor (NL)

@restorante

#freeBSD #forum #forums #rules #filtering #socialMedia #strict #moderation #overlords #enforcement #love #fear #good #cool #not

Currently reading freebsd-forums-rules.38922 located in the link.

I've never encountered a forum with so many rules, don't and instant ban warnings, which made me decide to lurk for more than a month with absolute zero posts.

You literally need to read for about an hour before posting to a sub-forum which also needs reading it's rule set

People must have messed up a lot for the moderators to put up so much required reading.

My time on the forum has thus been very brief, because I refuse to f#ck up and piss of a moderator with a rule breaker.

Two strikes means two written warnings and a third means all your posts will be filtered by a human before being released.

Before your posts are allowed on the forum as a greenhorn a human literally needs to read vet and verify them before realeasing them in the wild. There is a minumum ammount of 10 or 20 posts before they are sure you understand the rules.

Is there anyone here who has gone though this process of the filtered initial posts?

https://forums.freebsd.org/threads/freebsd-forums-rules.38922/

#freeBSD #forum #forums #rules #filtering #socialMedia #strict #moderation #overlords #enforcement #love #fear #good #cool #not

Currently reading freebsd-forums-rules.38922 located in the link.

I've never encountered a forum with so many rules, don't and instant ban warnings, which made me decide to lurk for more than a month with absolute zero posts.

You literally need to read for about an hour before posting to a sub-forum which also needs reading it's rule set

People must have messed up a lot for the moderators to put up so much required reading.

My time on the forum has thus been very brief, because I refuse to f#ck up and piss of a moderator with a rule breaker.

Two strikes means two written warnings and a third means all your posts will be filtered by a human before being released.

Before your posts are allowed on the forum as a greenhorn a human literally needs to read vet and verify them before realeasing them in the wild. There is a minumum ammount of 10 or 20 posts before they are sure you understand the rules.

Is there anyone here who has gone though this process of the filtered initial posts?

https://forums.freebsd.org/threads/freebsd-forums-rules.38922/

#freeBSD #forum #forums #rules #filtering #socialMedia #strict #moderation #overlords #enforcement #love #fear #good #cool #not

The Places in My Dreams

The world within, the world of my dreams, is similar to the one I walk through every day. But it is different.

The streets bend strangely. The rooms open where they should not. The people and places are often indifferent to me, and sometimes, they are even antagonistic.

They are not merely people and places. They are representations of emotions I have not yet worked through from the previous day. Sixteen waking hours are not enough to fully grasp all that I have experienced, endured, feared, desired, regretted, or misunderstood.

And so, in the night, these things come alive.

They take on faces. They become houses, roads, crowds, locked doors, ruined landscapes, familiar rooms made unfamiliar. They guide me through the shadow lands—not always kindly, but truthfully. They show me what I could not see while awake.

My dreams are not escapes from the day.

They are the day returning in another form, asking to be understood.

Some nights I find myself back in places I have never been, and yet they feel older than memory. A school that was never my school. A church with hallways that keep multiplying. A childhood home rearranged by grief. A city I know by instinct, though no map has ever held it.

In these places, I am often trying to get somewhere.

I am late. I am lost. I am looking for someone. I am trying to explain myself to people who will not listen. I am searching for a room, a door, a vehicle, a path, a way home. Sometimes I am carrying something fragile. Sometimes I have forgotten what I was supposed to carry. Sometimes I am responsible for a task I do not understand, surrounded by people who seem to know the rules but refuse to tell me.

This is the cruelty of the dream world: everyone else seems initiated.

They move through the strange landscape as if it is ordinary. They know which hallway leads out, which road is safe, which bus to board, which door not to open. I am the stranger in a world that somehow belongs to me. I am the dreamer, and yet I am not in control.

Perhaps this is why the places feel antagonistic. They do not hate me. They are simply unwilling to flatter me. They will not pretend I am finished with what I have not faced. They will not comfort me with easy explanations. They turn my emotions into architecture and ask me to walk through them.

Fear becomes a narrow bridge.

Regret becomes a house with too many locked rooms.

Anger becomes a storm on the edge of town.

Shame becomes a crowd that sees me before I am ready to be seen.

Grief becomes a road that always returns to the same place.

And longing—longing becomes a light in a window I can never quite reach.

I wake from these dreams with the feeling that I have traveled farther than my body could have gone. I have crossed cities, fields, stairways, basements, sanctuaries, ruins, and train stations. I have spoken with the dead and avoided the living. I have been judged by strangers and ignored by friends. I have wandered through the unfinished weather of my own soul.

Then morning comes, and the ordinary world returns.

The walls are where I left them. The floor is solid. The dog needs to go out. The coffee waits. The phone glows with its small demands. The day begins again, pretending to be separate from the night.

But I know better.

The dream has left its residue. A feeling follows me, sometimes faint, sometimes heavy. A hallway from the dream lingers inside the hallway of the house. A face from the night appears behind the face of someone I know. A mood clings to the morning like fog.

The shadow lands do not vanish when I wake.

They retreat.

They wait beneath the visible world, beneath errands and conversations, beneath sermons and chores, beneath the version of myself that knows how to answer when someone asks, “How are you?”

I say, “I’m fine.”

But somewhere beneath that answer, an entire city is still burning, or flooding, or rebuilding itself in the dark.

The Places in My Dreams

The world within, the world of my dreams, is similar to the one I walk through every day. But it is different.

The streets bend strangely. The rooms open where they should not. The people and places are often indifferent to me, and sometimes, they are even antagonistic.

They are not merely people and places. They are representations of emotions I have not yet worked through from the previous day. Sixteen waking hours are not enough to fully grasp all that I have experienced, endured, feared, desired, regretted, or misunderstood.

And so, in the night, these things come alive.

They take on faces. They become houses, roads, crowds, locked doors, ruined landscapes, familiar rooms made unfamiliar. They guide me through the shadow lands—not always kindly, but truthfully. They show me what I could not see while awake.

My dreams are not escapes from the day.

They are the day returning in another form, asking to be understood.

Some nights I find myself back in places I have never been, and yet they feel older than memory. A school that was never my school. A church with hallways that keep multiplying. A childhood home rearranged by grief. A city I know by instinct, though no map has ever held it.

In these places, I am often trying to get somewhere.

I am late. I am lost. I am looking for someone. I am trying to explain myself to people who will not listen. I am searching for a room, a door, a vehicle, a path, a way home. Sometimes I am carrying something fragile. Sometimes I have forgotten what I was supposed to carry. Sometimes I am responsible for a task I do not understand, surrounded by people who seem to know the rules but refuse to tell me.

This is the cruelty of the dream world: everyone else seems initiated.

They move through the strange landscape as if it is ordinary. They know which hallway leads out, which road is safe, which bus to board, which door not to open. I am the stranger in a world that somehow belongs to me. I am the dreamer, and yet I am not in control.

Perhaps this is why the places feel antagonistic. They do not hate me. They are simply unwilling to flatter me. They will not pretend I am finished with what I have not faced. They will not comfort me with easy explanations. They turn my emotions into architecture and ask me to walk through them.

Fear becomes a narrow bridge.

Regret becomes a house with too many locked rooms.

Anger becomes a storm on the edge of town.

Shame becomes a crowd that sees me before I am ready to be seen.

Grief becomes a road that always returns to the same place.

And longing—longing becomes a light in a window I can never quite reach.

I wake from these dreams with the feeling that I have traveled farther than my body could have gone. I have crossed cities, fields, stairways, basements, sanctuaries, ruins, and train stations. I have spoken with the dead and avoided the living. I have been judged by strangers and ignored by friends. I have wandered through the unfinished weather of my own soul.

Then morning comes, and the ordinary world returns.

The walls are where I left them. The floor is solid. The dog needs to go out. The coffee waits. The phone glows with its small demands. The day begins again, pretending to be separate from the night.

But I know better.

The dream has left its residue. A feeling follows me, sometimes faint, sometimes heavy. A hallway from the dream lingers inside the hallway of the house. A face from the night appears behind the face of someone I know. A mood clings to the morning like fog.

The shadow lands do not vanish when I wake.

They retreat.

They wait beneath the visible world, beneath errands and conversations, beneath sermons and chores, beneath the version of myself that knows how to answer when someone asks, “How are you?”

I say, “I’m fine.”

But somewhere beneath that answer, an entire city is still burning, or flooding, or rebuilding itself in the dark.

A quotation from Salman Rushdie

The creative act requires not only freedom but also this assumption of freedom. If the creative artist worries if he will still be free tomorrow, then he will not be free today. If he is afraid of the consequences of his choice of subject or of his manner of treatment of it, then his choices will not be determined by his talent, but by fear. If we are not confident of our freedom, then we are not free.

Salman Rushdie (b. 1947) Indian novelist
Speech (2012-05-06), Arthur Miller Freedom to Write Lecture, PEN World Voices Festival, New York City

More about this quote: wist.info/rushdie-salman/84768…

#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #salmanrushdie #pen #art #artist #censorship #creation #creativity #fear #freedom #selfcensorship #subjectmatter #worry #writer #writing

A quotation from Salman Rushdie

The creative act requires not only freedom but also this assumption of freedom. If the creative artist worries if he will still be free tomorrow, then he will not be free today. If he is afraid of the consequences of his choice of subject or of his manner of treatment of it, then his choices will not be determined by his talent, but by fear. If we are not confident of our freedom, then we are not free.

Salman Rushdie (b. 1947) Indian novelist
Speech (2012-05-06), Arthur Miller Freedom to Write Lecture, PEN World Voices Festival, New York City

More about this quote: wist.info/rushdie-salman/84768…

#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #salmanrushdie #pen #art #artist #censorship #creation #creativity #fear #freedom #selfcensorship #subjectmatter #worry #writer #writing

https://www.france24.com/en/middle-east/20260701-middle-east-live-qatar-reaffirms-backing-for-us-iran-talks. So - #Netanyahu is not serious about #peace, & has never been serious about peace - but we already knew that. He keeps himself in office by waging a constant #war, & by generating #fear & #hatred. He has allied himself with the very worst elements in #Israeli #society & #politics - elements deeply imbued with #racism & #religious #bigotry.

https://www.france24.com/en/middle-east/20260701-middle-east-live-qatar-reaffirms-backing-for-us-iran-talks. So - #Netanyahu is not serious about #peace, & has never been serious about peace - but we already knew that. He keeps himself in office by waging a constant #war, & by generating #fear & #hatred. He has allied himself with the very worst elements in #Israeli #society & #politics - elements deeply imbued with #racism & #religious #bigotry.

Slow Down, Soul Up (A Witch’s Perspective)

https://goddesshasyourback.com/2026/06/30/slow-down-soul-up-a-witchs-perspective/

My biggest existential #fear is that i'll die in some old folks home and the last thing i'll see is some nurse speaking baby talk to me.
I really hope i'll die alone, in my home.

Emerson’s surgery went so well!

He is home and recuperating. I was so worried.

I am going to likely crash for….the foreseeable future, so if y’all don’t hear all that much from me and my posts are rather short, these past few weeks have been brutally stressful and I am broken levels of tired. So…

Goodnight, y’all 💛 I hope you get some rest yourselves. You deserve it.

-Allēna

WEATHER REPORT

Everyone has their version of the body’s weather.

Mine is life after a major #stroke.

Someone else’s may be deep grief, illness, #fear, poverty, war, loss, or confusion.

I can be kind and supportive, but I do not have to climb inside every #storm.

That is not indifference.

It is refusing entanglement.

I can care without becoming a #rescuer, investigator, #priest, therapist, or #emergencyservices

#Kindness does not require #panic.

Sometimes the clearest love is simply this:

“I need do nothing except not to interfere.”

A Course in Miracles

#fasting #acim #acourseinmiracles #newthought #eckharttolle #buddhism #breathwork #connection #healing #pridemonth #Karma #TrueNature #Awakening #Meditation #Mindfulness #Spirituality #intermittentfasting #nonduality #reality #life #quantum #kitchen #cooking

WEATHER REPORT

Everyone has their version of the body’s weather.

Mine is life after a major #stroke.

Someone else’s may be deep grief, illness, #fear, poverty, war, loss, or confusion.

I can be kind and supportive, but I do not have to climb inside every #storm.

That is not indifference.

It is refusing entanglement.

I can care without becoming a #rescuer, investigator, #priest, therapist, or #emergencyservices

#Kindness does not require #panic.

Sometimes the clearest love is simply this:

“I need do nothing except not to interfere.”

A Course in Miracles

#fasting #acim #acourseinmiracles #newthought #eckharttolle #buddhism #breathwork #connection #healing #pridemonth #Karma #TrueNature #Awakening #Meditation #Mindfulness #Spirituality #intermittentfasting #nonduality #reality #life #quantum #kitchen #cooking

Eden Ahead–It is not the bite that exiled us, but our inability to finish the apple.🌱

https://athinkerinnature.substack.com/p/eden-ahead

#Evolution #Consciousness #Uncertainty #Reality #Humanity #MentalHealth #Abstraction #PredictiveProcessing #Society #Fear #Curiosity

Eden Ahead–It is not the bite that exiled us, but our inability to finish the apple.🌱

https://athinkerinnature.substack.com/p/eden-ahead

#Evolution #Consciousness #Uncertainty #Reality #Humanity #MentalHealth #Abstraction #PredictiveProcessing #Society #Fear #Curiosity

It seems to me, that world leaders won't speak out about the #Israeligovernment's continued destruction in Gaza & Lebanon, for #fear of upsetting #tRump...

#gutless

It seems to me, that world leaders won't speak out about the #Israeligovernment's continued destruction in Gaza & Lebanon, for #fear of upsetting #tRump...

#gutless

#Xanthophobia is the #irrational #fear of the color #yellow. People with it may #avoid yellow objects like #bananas and rubber ducks, or avoid watching “Despicable Me.”
#Facts
#Psych101
#MentalHealth
#Fears
#Phobias

#Xanthophobia is the #irrational #fear of the color #yellow. People with it may #avoid yellow objects like #bananas and rubber ducks, or avoid watching “Despicable Me.”
#Facts
#Psych101
#MentalHealth
#Fears
#Phobias

A quotation from Robert Louis Stevenson

Courage is the principal virtue, for all the others presuppose it. If you are afraid, you may do anything.

Robert Louis Stevenson (1850–1894) Scottish essayist, novelist, poet
Essay (1880-01/02?), “Reflections and Remarks on Human Life,” § 12 “Courage”

More about this quote: wist.info/stevenson-robert-lou…

#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #robertlouisstevenson #courage #fear #resolve #virtue

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Technology is probably changing us for the worse—or so we always think MIT Technology Review (2024) www.technologyreview.com/2024/05/15/109… #AI #fear #history #technology

Technology is probably changing us for the worse—or so we always think MIT Technology Review (2024) www.technologyreview.com/2024/05/15/109… #AI #fear #history #technology

One nation under...

FEAR?

WHY ARE AMERICANS SO FREAKING SCARED?

It is ridiculous. They can't even THINK of protesting peacefully.

#USpol #Fear #Protesting #Idiocracy #Pathetic