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Pain & fear

https://cynnisblog.wordpress.com/2026/08/14/pain-fear/

Pain & fear

https://cynnisblog.wordpress.com/2026/08/14/pain-fear/

Had an #acting #coaching client try to tell the other character they loved them, but using lines as written, on the face of them, do not mention love. That take revealed the fear their character was feeling, made the peril more real. Revelation through counterpoint.

#ActingCoach #ActingCoaching #actor #actors #fear

Had an #acting #coaching client try to tell the other character they loved them, but using lines as written, on the face of them, do not mention love. That take revealed the fear their character was feeling, made the peril more real. Revelation through counterpoint.

#ActingCoach #ActingCoaching #actor #actors #fear

Fear ( #German: Angst) is a 1925 #novella by the Austrian writer #StefanZweig. It was adapted into a 1928 silent film, #Angst, directed by #HansSteinhoff, a 1936 film, #LaPeur, directed by #VictorTourjansky, and a 1954 film, #Fear, directed by #RobertoRossellini.

#TACO Time - View from Iran

"The getaway truck; when Trump gets stuck in Iran’s quagmire"

#Trump #Ukraine #News #Politics #Nato #War #ww3 #Military #Russia #USA #Escalation #Europe #EU #Iran #Israel #Pakistan #Alliance #Asia #Saudia #Oil #Houthi #RedSea #Iraq #UN #ukraine #China #Economics #Incompetence #Cowardice #Fear

https://en.mehrnews.com/news/246933/The-getaway-truck-when-Trump-gets-stuck-in-Iran-s-quagmire

The early morning is still dark when my hound and I arrive at the dog park. Almost immediately, there is a flash of white, and suddenly chaos ensues.

A cat is trapped inside the smaller of the two fenced-in areas. Even though a chain-link fence separates the two, both animals instantly go into a frenzy. My hound begins howling, while the terrified cat races back and forth, careening into the fence as it desperately searches for a way out.

I try to help it escape, all to the loud dismay of my hound, but the cat is too frightened to understand what I am doing. After crashing into the fence several times, it finally collapses low into the grass and simply lies there. I keep my distance, unsure whether it may be injured or sick.

Eventually, I leave the gates open and manage to pull my thoroughly over-hyped hunter away from the scene, fighting against everything years of breeding and evolution have taught her to do.

It takes most of the morning at home—and then a return trip to the now-empty dog park, where she follows one scent trail after another—before she finally begins to calm down.

Needless to say, it was not the most ideal way to start my day.

I, too, needed some time before I could let the chaos of the morning fade away.

And perhaps that was the first lesson.

There are some things that are better left alone.

That sounds simple enough, but I am not especially good at it. Neither, apparently, is my hound.

Once she caught the scent, something ancient took over. The world became very small. There was no longer a dog park, no morning, no leash, no person calling her name. There was only the cat.

I wonder how often I live that way.

Something catches my attention—a problem, a slight, a fear, an argument, a worry, some unfinished thing—and suddenly the whole world narrows around it. I circle it. I howl at it. I follow its scent long after the thing itself has disappeared.

There are habits in us that are older than our intentions.

The hound was not making a philosophical decision to terrorize a cat. She was doing what generations of hounds had prepared her to do. Her body knew before her mind could know.

Human beings are not so different.

We carry instincts of our own: to defend ourselves, to retaliate, to prove ourselves right, to pursue what frightens us, to hold tightly to what we think belongs to us. Sometimes we call these things personality. Sometimes, principle. Sometimes even righteousness.

But occasionally, they are simply old instincts running loose.

The spiritual life may involve learning that not everything within us deserves obedience.

Paul wrote about taking thoughts captive. Jesus spoke repeatedly of watching, waking, remaining alert. Perhaps part of discipleship is noticing the moment when something inside us begins to run.

There is a hound within me, too.

There are things I chase simply because they moved.

There are arguments that do not need another reply. There are offenses that do not need another inspection. There are anxieties whose scent I follow until I have wandered miles from peace.

Sometimes, faithfulness means pursuit.

Sometimes, faithfulness means calling the hound home.

But there was another creature in the story.

The cat.

The more frightened it became, the harder it tried to escape. And the harder it tried to escape, the more violently it crashed into the fence.

There was probably an opening somewhere. I had opened gates. I was trying to make a way.

But fear could not see the opening.

Fear only saw the threat.

So the cat ran harder.

I know something about that, too.

There are moments when I become frightened enough that I begin throwing myself against whatever boundary happens to be nearest. I want out of the discomfort immediately. I want the problem solved now. I want certainty restored.

And sometimes, in trying so desperately to escape, I hurt myself against the very thing I am trying to get through.

The Psalmist says, “Be still, and know that I am God.”

We often print those words on peaceful photographs of mountains and lakes.

But perhaps they belong just as much at a chain-link fence.

Be still.

Not because there is no danger.

Not because everything is fine.

But because panic is not always capable of recognizing an opening.

There are times when running is necessary.

And there are times when running harder only drives us deeper into the fence.

Eventually, the cat did something remarkable.

It stopped.

It lowered itself into the grass and became almost completely still.

At first, I thought it might be injured. Perhaps it was.

But there was also something strangely wise about that surrender. When every frantic attempt had failed, the animal finally quit fighting the entire world.

Sometimes, this is where grace begins.

Not when we finally overpower the situation.

But when we stop exhausting ourselves against it.

“Come to me,” Jesus says, “all you who are weary and carrying heavy burdens.”

Not: figure everything out.

Not: run faster.

Not: break the fence.

Come.

Rest.

There is perhaps a third lesson as well, and it concerns my own place in the drama.

I could not make either animal understand what I was trying to do.

The cat could not understand that I was trying to help it.

The hound could not understand why I was preventing her from doing the one thing that seemed most important in the universe.

From their perspectives, I was probably interfering with both of them.

Yet I could see something, neither could you see.

I could see the whole enclosure.

I could see the gates.

I could see the fence.

I could see the danger.

I could see the way out.

That thought has stayed with me.

Perhaps there are moments when God seems strangely obstructive because God sees the whole enclosure.

We pull toward something, and the leash tightens.

We run toward an opening and somehow find ourselves redirected.

We pray for one thing and receive another.

From inside our frightened or excited little worlds, divine restraint can feel like abandonment or interference.

But perhaps the One holding us back can see something we cannot.

The old prayer says,

Your will be done.

There are days when that prayer may simply mean:

God, if I am chasing something I should leave alone, pull me back.

If I am panicking against a fence, help me become still enough to see the gate.

And if I cannot understand what you are doing, help me trust that you see more of the field than I do.

By the time my hound and I returned to the dog park later that morning, the cat was gone.

Only the scent remained.

Naturally, the hound investigated every inch of it.

She ran from fence to fence, nose down, reconstructing the entire drama from invisible traces.

Eventually even those grew faint.

Her breathing slowed.

Her body loosened.

The morning became a morning again.

Perhaps that is grace too.

The thing that once filled the entire world eventually becomes only a scent in the grass.

The crisis passes.

The fear fades.

The instinct quiets.

What seemed moments earlier to demand every ounce of our attention becomes simply one more thing that happened.

And somewhere between the hound and the cat I recognize myself.

Sometimes I am the pursuer.

Sometimes I am the pursued.

Sometimes I chase things better left alone.

Sometimes I run terrified into fences that cannot possibly become doors.

The difficult wisdom is learning which is which.

Perhaps this is why the spiritual life requires so much attention.

To know when to pursue.

To know when to stop.

To know when to run.

To know when to lie quietly in the grass.

To know when the leash pulling against us is not punishment but mercy.

And above all, to remember that somewhere beyond the frenzy there may already be an open gate we are simply too frightened—or too excited—to see.

Prayer

God of the open gate,

When I chase what I should release, call me home.

When old instincts rise in me—fear, anger, pride, the need to be right—teach me that not every impulse deserves obedience.

When I am frightened and cannot see a way forward, keep me from throwing myself again and again against the same fence. Slow my breathing. Quiet my spirit. Help me become still enough to notice the opening I could not see before.

Give me wisdom to know when to pursue and when to stop, when to act and when to wait, when to hold on and when to let go.

And when your restraint feels like a leash pulling against everything I want, give me enough trust to believe that you may see more of the field than I do.

Make me gentle with frightened creatures, including the frightened places within myself.

Let the things that consume me today become, in time, only a fading scent in the grass.

And when chaos narrows my world, remind me that beyond the fence there is still a morning, still a horizon, still grace, and perhaps an open gate I have not yet learned to see.

Amen.

The early morning is still dark when my hound and I arrive at the dog park. Almost immediately, there is a flash of white, and suddenly chaos ensues.

A cat is trapped inside the smaller of the two fenced-in areas. Even though a chain-link fence separates the two, both animals instantly go into a frenzy. My hound begins howling, while the terrified cat races back and forth, careening into the fence as it desperately searches for a way out.

I try to help it escape, all to the loud dismay of my hound, but the cat is too frightened to understand what I am doing. After crashing into the fence several times, it finally collapses low into the grass and simply lies there. I keep my distance, unsure whether it may be injured or sick.

Eventually, I leave the gates open and manage to pull my thoroughly over-hyped hunter away from the scene, fighting against everything years of breeding and evolution have taught her to do.

It takes most of the morning at home—and then a return trip to the now-empty dog park, where she follows one scent trail after another—before she finally begins to calm down.

Needless to say, it was not the most ideal way to start my day.

I, too, needed some time before I could let the chaos of the morning fade away.

And perhaps that was the first lesson.

There are some things that are better left alone.

That sounds simple enough, but I am not especially good at it. Neither, apparently, is my hound.

Once she caught the scent, something ancient took over. The world became very small. There was no longer a dog park, no morning, no leash, no person calling her name. There was only the cat.

I wonder how often I live that way.

Something catches my attention—a problem, a slight, a fear, an argument, a worry, some unfinished thing—and suddenly the whole world narrows around it. I circle it. I howl at it. I follow its scent long after the thing itself has disappeared.

There are habits in us that are older than our intentions.

The hound was not making a philosophical decision to terrorize a cat. She was doing what generations of hounds had prepared her to do. Her body knew before her mind could know.

Human beings are not so different.

We carry instincts of our own: to defend ourselves, to retaliate, to prove ourselves right, to pursue what frightens us, to hold tightly to what we think belongs to us. Sometimes we call these things personality. Sometimes, principle. Sometimes even righteousness.

But occasionally, they are simply old instincts running loose.

The spiritual life may involve learning that not everything within us deserves obedience.

Paul wrote about taking thoughts captive. Jesus spoke repeatedly of watching, waking, remaining alert. Perhaps part of discipleship is noticing the moment when something inside us begins to run.

There is a hound within me, too.

There are things I chase simply because they moved.

There are arguments that do not need another reply. There are offenses that do not need another inspection. There are anxieties whose scent I follow until I have wandered miles from peace.

Sometimes, faithfulness means pursuit.

Sometimes, faithfulness means calling the hound home.

But there was another creature in the story.

The cat.

The more frightened it became, the harder it tried to escape. And the harder it tried to escape, the more violently it crashed into the fence.

There was probably an opening somewhere. I had opened gates. I was trying to make a way.

But fear could not see the opening.

Fear only saw the threat.

So the cat ran harder.

I know something about that, too.

There are moments when I become frightened enough that I begin throwing myself against whatever boundary happens to be nearest. I want out of the discomfort immediately. I want the problem solved now. I want certainty restored.

And sometimes, in trying so desperately to escape, I hurt myself against the very thing I am trying to get through.

The Psalmist says, “Be still, and know that I am God.”

We often print those words on peaceful photographs of mountains and lakes.

But perhaps they belong just as much at a chain-link fence.

Be still.

Not because there is no danger.

Not because everything is fine.

But because panic is not always capable of recognizing an opening.

There are times when running is necessary.

And there are times when running harder only drives us deeper into the fence.

Eventually, the cat did something remarkable.

It stopped.

It lowered itself into the grass and became almost completely still.

At first, I thought it might be injured. Perhaps it was.

But there was also something strangely wise about that surrender. When every frantic attempt had failed, the animal finally quit fighting the entire world.

Sometimes, this is where grace begins.

Not when we finally overpower the situation.

But when we stop exhausting ourselves against it.

“Come to me,” Jesus says, “all you who are weary and carrying heavy burdens.”

Not: figure everything out.

Not: run faster.

Not: break the fence.

Come.

Rest.

There is perhaps a third lesson as well, and it concerns my own place in the drama.

I could not make either animal understand what I was trying to do.

The cat could not understand that I was trying to help it.

The hound could not understand why I was preventing her from doing the one thing that seemed most important in the universe.

From their perspectives, I was probably interfering with both of them.

Yet I could see something, neither could you see.

I could see the whole enclosure.

I could see the gates.

I could see the fence.

I could see the danger.

I could see the way out.

That thought has stayed with me.

Perhaps there are moments when God seems strangely obstructive because God sees the whole enclosure.

We pull toward something, and the leash tightens.

We run toward an opening and somehow find ourselves redirected.

We pray for one thing and receive another.

From inside our frightened or excited little worlds, divine restraint can feel like abandonment or interference.

But perhaps the One holding us back can see something we cannot.

The old prayer says,

Your will be done.

There are days when that prayer may simply mean:

God, if I am chasing something I should leave alone, pull me back.

If I am panicking against a fence, help me become still enough to see the gate.

And if I cannot understand what you are doing, help me trust that you see more of the field than I do.

By the time my hound and I returned to the dog park later that morning, the cat was gone.

Only the scent remained.

Naturally, the hound investigated every inch of it.

She ran from fence to fence, nose down, reconstructing the entire drama from invisible traces.

Eventually even those grew faint.

Her breathing slowed.

Her body loosened.

The morning became a morning again.

Perhaps that is grace too.

The thing that once filled the entire world eventually becomes only a scent in the grass.

The crisis passes.

The fear fades.

The instinct quiets.

What seemed moments earlier to demand every ounce of our attention becomes simply one more thing that happened.

And somewhere between the hound and the cat I recognize myself.

Sometimes I am the pursuer.

Sometimes I am the pursued.

Sometimes I chase things better left alone.

Sometimes I run terrified into fences that cannot possibly become doors.

The difficult wisdom is learning which is which.

Perhaps this is why the spiritual life requires so much attention.

To know when to pursue.

To know when to stop.

To know when to run.

To know when to lie quietly in the grass.

To know when the leash pulling against us is not punishment but mercy.

And above all, to remember that somewhere beyond the frenzy there may already be an open gate we are simply too frightened—or too excited—to see.

Prayer

God of the open gate,

When I chase what I should release, call me home.

When old instincts rise in me—fear, anger, pride, the need to be right—teach me that not every impulse deserves obedience.

When I am frightened and cannot see a way forward, keep me from throwing myself again and again against the same fence. Slow my breathing. Quiet my spirit. Help me become still enough to notice the opening I could not see before.

Give me wisdom to know when to pursue and when to stop, when to act and when to wait, when to hold on and when to let go.

And when your restraint feels like a leash pulling against everything I want, give me enough trust to believe that you may see more of the field than I do.

Make me gentle with frightened creatures, including the frightened places within myself.

Let the things that consume me today become, in time, only a fading scent in the grass.

And when chaos narrows my world, remind me that beyond the fence there is still a morning, still a horizon, still grace, and perhaps an open gate I have not yet learned to see.

Amen.

#republicans #trump #maga #foodtruck #fear #hiding #iran #usa

When #civilcourage is systematically suppressed, it's already a harbinger of #totalitarianism.

When social engagement, including #empathy, is overwhelmed and causes unnatural #fear and even #hatred, #humanity is sidelined.

When #civilcourage is systematically suppressed, it's already a harbinger of #totalitarianism.

When social engagement, including #empathy, is overwhelmed and causes unnatural #fear and even #hatred, #humanity is sidelined.

Today's poem:

Lisbon Revisited (1926)
- by Fernando Pessoa

https://www.tumblr.com/ukdamo/824479641394970624/lisbon-revisited-1926?source=share

#poetry #FernandoPessoa #lisbon #loss #fear #anxiety #indistinct #dissatisfaction #sadness #acedia

Today's poem:

Lisbon Revisited (1926)
- by Fernando Pessoa

https://www.tumblr.com/ukdamo/824479641394970624/lisbon-revisited-1926?source=share

#poetry #FernandoPessoa #lisbon #loss #fear #anxiety #indistinct #dissatisfaction #sadness #acedia

I am curious what people think when they search for a phrase on the internet, and nothing comes up: "fear is a terrible epistemologist". It was in a response from DeepSeek chatbot. I had asked it to explore the interface between perplexity and confidence. #ai #perplexity #fear #epistemology

I am curious what people think when they search for a phrase on the internet, and nothing comes up: "fear is a terrible epistemologist". It was in a response from DeepSeek chatbot. I had asked it to explore the interface between perplexity and confidence. #ai #perplexity #fear #epistemology

RE: https://mastodon.art/@datGestruepp/117061548416549334

on how to combat #fear 💘

RE: https://mastodon.art/@datGestruepp/117061548416549334

on how to combat #fear 💘

"Almost all fear is fear of the unknown. Therefore, what's the remedy? To become acquainted with the things you fear." ~ Peace Pilgrim

#quote #fear #FloweringTree #sky

"Almost all fear is fear of the unknown. Therefore, what's the remedy? To become acquainted with the things you fear." ~ Peace Pilgrim

#quote #fear #FloweringTree #sky

Worry Wart

The troubles of this passing day
weigh heavy on my head,
until I join the hollow-eyed,
the weary walking dead;
I stumble through the crumbling streets
where nameless fears are bred,
consumed by temoral things
and this mortal dread.

O, that this wart of worry
might be lifted from my head,
this small, persistent torment
on which my fears are fed;
that I might cease rehearsing
each bitter word unsaid,
and stop imagining sorrows
still waiting up ahead.

O, let me quit resisting
the road where I am led,
and trust the ground beneath me
though shadows o'er me spread,
for life is more than trembling
before the things I dread—
perhaps the path I fear to walk
leads to trust instead.

August 8, 2015 (exp. 2026)

Worry Wart

The troubles of this passing day
weigh heavy on my head,
until I join the hollow-eyed,
the weary walking dead;
I stumble through the crumbling streets
where nameless fears are bred,
consumed by temoral things
and this mortal dread.

O, that this wart of worry
might be lifted from my head,
this small, persistent torment
on which my fears are fed;
that I might cease rehearsing
each bitter word unsaid,
and stop imagining sorrows
still waiting up ahead.

O, let me quit resisting
the road where I am led,
and trust the ground beneath me
though shadows o'er me spread,
for life is more than trembling
before the things I dread—
perhaps the path I fear to walk
leads to trust instead.

August 8, 2015 (exp. 2026)

Lately — Week 32, 2026

https://nishcurious.wordpress.com/2026/08/07/lately-week-32-2026/

Lately — Week 32, 2026

https://nishcurious.wordpress.com/2026/08/07/lately-week-32-2026/

A quotation from Josh Billings

Thare are two kinds of men that fear makes phools ov, them who are afrade of nothing, and them who are afrade of everything.
 
[There are two kinds of men that fear makes fools of, them who are afraid of nothing, and them who are afraid of everything.]

Josh Billings (1818-1885) American humorist, aphorist [pseud. of Henry Wheeler Shaw]
Josh Billings’ Farmer’s Allminax, 1877-09 (1877 ed.)

More about this quote: wist.info/billings-josh/85313/

#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #joshbillings #fear #fearlessness #folly #foolishness

The Watchers in the Fields.

Stand at the edge of a field as the golden light begins to fade and the wheat whispers in the breeze. Somewhere overhead, a rook calls as it makes it’s way back home to roost. The air all around you is heavy with that warm, earthy, baked cookie smell.

Across the field, silhouetted against the evening sky, stands a solitary figure, watching. It doesn’t move.

Of course it doesn’t, after all – It’s only a scarecrow. You know that.

So why do you keep looking back?

I think the greatest mystery surrounding scarecrows isn’t why they’ve become the villains in so many horror films and ghost stories. It’s why we ever began to fear them at all. For most of their history, scarecrows weren’t sinister. They weren’t haunted, cursed or hanging around waiting to come to life beneath the full moon. They were practical, ingenious and. above all, reassuring. They stood quietly among the crops, protecting the harvest from hungry birds long before plastic tape, gas cannons and electronic bird scarers appeared on the landscape. They were guardians.

The idea is an ancient one. Long before the familiar figure of a man stuffed with straw appeared in British fields, farmers across the world devised ingenious ways to protect their crops. In ancient Egypt, children hid among the wheat clapping pieces of wood together to frighten away quail. In Greece, carved figures dedicated to Priapus were believed to keep birds from vineyards, while medieval farmers across Europe relied on noise, ribbons and simple wooden frames draped with old clothing.

The scarecrow we recognise today emerged gradually. A crossed wooden frame, worn trousers, an old jacket – some gloves if any were available. A battered hat to shield an imagined face from the weather. Stuffed with straw after the harvest and planted firmly among the ripening grain, it borrowed just enough of the human form to persuade cautious crows that someone was watching and, most of the time, it worked. At least for a while.

The crows learned because of course they did. If the figure never moved, never shouted or waved or chased them away, the bravest birds realised the deception. Farmers responded by changing the clothes, moving the scarecrow to another part of the field or adding bright ribbons or rattles to renew the illusion. Dressing the scarecrow became an annual ritual almost as familiar and important as the harvest itself.

But there is something very curious about this instinct that we humans have to create figures in our own image, isn’t there? Churchyard effigies, snowmen, festival giants and children’s dolls. We seem endlessly drawn to fashioning faces fro whatever materials happen to be close at hand. There’s little wonder that we have never regarded the scarecrow as entirely ‘ordinary’ when even in broad daylight there is something about a human shaped figure that makes you feel kind of uneasy.

It’s all down to pareidolia, of course. Our good old brains recognising faces and human forms even when none exist. It’s the same instinct that makes us see animal shapes in clouds or faces in the bark of old trees. Faced with a scarecrow standing alone in an empty field, our minds instinctively ask the same question:

“Is it moving?”

The answer was, for generations at least, almost certainly no. Because way back, scarecrows represented security. They stood watch over the very crops upon which the community depended. A successful harvest meant bread on the table, fodder for the animals and the promise of surviving another long winter. If a humble figure made of straw and rags helped protect that precious grain, it had earned its place in the landscape – even if it was a bit creepy.

Across the UK, that affection is very much still alive. Every summer, villages celebrate ‘Scarecrow Festivals, transforming lanes, gardens and village greens into open air galleries filled with wonderfully inventive creations. Some depict characters from history, literature or television. Others celebrate local heroes, current events or just delight in making visitors smile. At this time, somewhere in Derbyshire, there is a garden proudly displaying an astronaut riding a rocket. You should see it, it’s epic. People spend weeks making them, while thousands of people wander from one display to the next, clutching their scarecrow trail guide, raising money for churches, schools and community projects along the way.

It really is difficult to imagine anything less sinister, but that’s because the scarecrow exists in two entirely different worlds – one belongs to village fetes, homemade scones and summer afternoons. The other belongs to horror.

By the late twentieth century, popular culture had completely transformed the benevolent field guardian into something far darker. Films, novels and television discovered that an abandoned field and a motionless human figure made an irresistible combination. Throw in a little mist, a gathering storm and the suggestion that the figure may have moved while nobody was looking and – ding ding ding! We have a winner! – the humble bird scarer became an icon of folk horror.

None of that belonged to the original tradition. The scarecrow was never intended to frighten people. It was built to fool birds. I think that says more about us than it does about the scarecrow itself. We are the ones imagining faces where there are none. We fill the empty fields with ghost stories and old nightmares. We bring our fears with us, then wonder why the countryside feels haunted. The scarecrow just stands where it always has. Watching. Waiting. Protecting the harvest from hungry crows.

Poor thing.

It’s only trying to do it’s job.

The #GOP is the #PartyOfDeath - That's what happens when you cater to #Fear, leveraging a lack of understanding of complex technical issues to mislead voters.

Why making Anthony Fauci the enemy will harm US public health for years
https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2026/aug/06/anthony-fauci-republicans-harm-public-health?CMP=Share_AndroidApp_Other

The #GOP is the #PartyOfDeath - That's what happens when you cater to #Fear, leveraging a lack of understanding of complex technical issues to mislead voters.

Why making Anthony Fauci the enemy will harm US public health for years
https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2026/aug/06/anthony-fauci-republicans-harm-public-health?CMP=Share_AndroidApp_Other

“The Schengen Area was "in no way" compromised during the Ceuta incursion, Spanish Interior Minister Fernando Grande-Marlaska said after a video conference with his EU colleagues.”

Contrary to what many on the right, including in Spain and even the Italian Prime Minister’s party, said.

But here’s the interesting part:

“Ministers also "pointed out that communication during moments of crisis could further be reinforced through timely coordination and should be more coherent, especially to counter malicious external actors engaged in foreign information manipulation and interference."”

… ah, “external actors”
“Foreign manipulation and interference”

So who is behind the Op!? They must know or have a short list by now.

https://www.dw.com/en/eu-agrees-to-send-border-aid-to-spain-after-ceuta-talks/a-78233082

Unrelated: I wonder how many people in the world are waking up to the fact that Spain has not just one but TWO relics of their colonial empire in the form of wholly Spanish, but autonomous City States bordering Morocco on the African continent.

#espana #spain #ceuta #melilla #migration #immigration #rightwing #fascism #fear

cc: @blogdiva

“The Schengen Area was "in no way" compromised during the Ceuta incursion, Spanish Interior Minister Fernando Grande-Marlaska said after a video conference with his EU colleagues.”

Contrary to what many on the right, including in Spain and even the Italian Prime Minister’s party, said.

But here’s the interesting part:

“Ministers also "pointed out that communication during moments of crisis could further be reinforced through timely coordination and should be more coherent, especially to counter malicious external actors engaged in foreign information manipulation and interference."”

… ah, “external actors”
“Foreign manipulation and interference”

So who is behind the Op!? They must know or have a short list by now.

https://www.dw.com/en/eu-agrees-to-send-border-aid-to-spain-after-ceuta-talks/a-78233082

Unrelated: I wonder how many people in the world are waking up to the fact that Spain has not just one but TWO relics of their colonial empire in the form of wholly Spanish, but autonomous City States bordering Morocco on the African continent.

#espana #spain #ceuta #melilla #migration #immigration #rightwing #fascism #fear

cc: @blogdiva

🇺🇦 #NowPlaying on #BBC6Music's #6MusicsForeverDark

Fear:
🎵 Let's Have a War

#Fear

https://archivalpurposes.bandcamp.com/track/lets-have-a-war-fear

https://open.spotify.com/track/3FXDVUALipaatG5LIRiPcm

🇺🇦 #NowPlaying on #BBC6Music's #6MusicsForeverDark

Fear:
🎵 Let's Have a War

#Fear

https://archivalpurposes.bandcamp.com/track/lets-have-a-war-fear

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The fear of…

https://cynnisblog.wordpress.com/2026/07/31/the-fear-of/

The fear of…

https://cynnisblog.wordpress.com/2026/07/31/the-fear-of/

Deeply hurt by these reports. The fear of raising voice leads to the destruction of the soul of democracy. As a citizen it makes me think, is it worth anyone's time to question the government or just maneuver with whatever we have got.
#democracy #cjp #india #fear #NEETpaperleak
https://www.thehindu.com/news/national/i-apologised-threats-did-not-stop-after-jantar-mantar-protest-women-face-doxxing-calls-to-teach-them-a-lesson/article71287226.ece

Deeply hurt by these reports. The fear of raising voice leads to the destruction of the soul of democracy. As a citizen it makes me think, is it worth anyone's time to question the government or just maneuver with whatever we have got.
#democracy #cjp #india #fear #NEETpaperleak
https://www.thehindu.com/news/national/i-apologised-threats-did-not-stop-after-jantar-mantar-protest-women-face-doxxing-calls-to-teach-them-a-lesson/article71287226.ece

🚨 BREAKING: The #Oracle overlords have issued a decree to shield #OpenJDK from the mythical terrors of AI-generated #code. 😱 Apparently, the #fear of Skynet-style takeover has reached new heights – because we all know #Clippy is just waiting to strike. 🤖🔨
https://openjdk.org/legal/ai #AI #Skynet #safety #HackerNews #ngated

🚨 BREAKING: The #Oracle overlords have issued a decree to shield #OpenJDK from the mythical terrors of AI-generated #code. 😱 Apparently, the #fear of Skynet-style takeover has reached new heights – because we all know #Clippy is just waiting to strike. 🤖🔨
https://openjdk.org/legal/ai #AI #Skynet #safety #HackerNews #ngated

Fear is often just a pattern your brain has practiced too many times.

https://de320.isrefer.com/go/LUYDFREE/Stuartn/
 
#UnwireYourFear #MindsetShift #FearToFreedom #RewireYourBrain #InnerStrength #ThinkandGrowEducation #RayBehan #Fear #Neuroplasticity

Big Fish

https://thewitch.blog/2026/07/29/big-fish/

Big Fish

https://thewitch.blog/2026/07/29/big-fish/

Last Chance to Grab the Phobias & Triggers Mini Guide

Have you ever read a story where a phobia is a plot device for why a character can’t do something (say, travel by boat), or conveys comedic irony (a building architect terrified of elevators)? I’m guessing you have. Like many conditions involving mental health, phobias aren’t always portrayed correctly. When someone has a phobia, it...
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https://writershelpingwriters.net/2026/07/last-chance-phobias-guide/

#Characters #Fear #FearThesaurus #WritingCraft #WritingHelp

Last Chance to Grab the Phobias & Triggers Mini Guide

Have you ever read a story where a phobia is a plot device for why a character can’t do something (say, travel by boat), or conveys comedic irony (a building architect terrified of elevators)? I’m guessing you have. Like many conditions involving mental health, phobias aren’t always portrayed correctly. When someone has a phobia, it...
The post Last Chance to Grab the Phobias & Triggers Mini Guide appeared first on WRITERS HELPING WRITERS®.
https://writershelpingwriters.net/2026/07/last-chance-phobias-guide/

#Characters #Fear #FearThesaurus #WritingCraft #WritingHelp

KARMA-FREE TRUMP 💎

Donald Trump does not need to be hated in order to be seen clearly.

There is no need to imagine that #karma will #punish him.

No need to turn him into the #supernatural embodiment of #evil
No need to diagnose his soul.

His vanity, grievance, cruelty, #fear ,appetite, and enormous need for #attention are serious enough.

#Hatred does not improve our #perception.

It distorts it.

It makes the hated person larger, darker, and more #powerful in the #mind than they already are.

It also gives them permanent residence in the #nervous #system.

Trump should be opposed when he lies, harms, corrupts, intimidates, degrades institutions, or participates in or encourages cruelty.

That opposition can be #firm.

It should be relentless.

It can name exactly what is happening.

But hatred is not required.

Nor is #spiritual #fantasy.

No one knows what happens to Donald Trump after #death.

No one knows whether the #universe keeps a #punishment #ledger.

What is known, though, is that actions have consequences here.

People are harmed.

Truth is weakened.

Fear spreads.

#Cowardice becomes #contagious.

But cruelty does not have to set the terms.

#Kindness as strength can be encouraged in the face of cruelty.

#Courage in the face of intimidation.

#Truth in the face of deception.

#Decency in the face of degradation.

Restraint in the face of vengeance.

#Clarity in the face of confusion.

The task is not to hate the man.

The task is to see clearly, speak plainly, protect those being harmed, and refuse to let cruelty decide who we become.

#DonaldTrump #Trump #USPolitics #PoliticalClarity #Cruelty #Kindness #Courage #Truth #Decency #Restraint #Clarity #Nonviolence #NoHatred #MoralClarity #Humanity

KARMA-FREE TRUMP 💎

Donald Trump does not need to be hated in order to be seen clearly.

There is no need to imagine that #karma will #punish him.

No need to turn him into the #supernatural embodiment of #evil
No need to diagnose his soul.

His vanity, grievance, cruelty, #fear ,appetite, and enormous need for #attention are serious enough.

#Hatred does not improve our #perception.

It distorts it.

It makes the hated person larger, darker, and more #powerful in the #mind than they already are.

It also gives them permanent residence in the #nervous #system.

Trump should be opposed when he lies, harms, corrupts, intimidates, degrades institutions, or participates in or encourages cruelty.

That opposition can be #firm.

It should be relentless.

It can name exactly what is happening.

But hatred is not required.

Nor is #spiritual #fantasy.

No one knows what happens to Donald Trump after #death.

No one knows whether the #universe keeps a #punishment #ledger.

What is known, though, is that actions have consequences here.

People are harmed.

Truth is weakened.

Fear spreads.

#Cowardice becomes #contagious.

But cruelty does not have to set the terms.

#Kindness as strength can be encouraged in the face of cruelty.

#Courage in the face of intimidation.

#Truth in the face of deception.

#Decency in the face of degradation.

Restraint in the face of vengeance.

#Clarity in the face of confusion.

The task is not to hate the man.

The task is to see clearly, speak plainly, protect those being harmed, and refuse to let cruelty decide who we become.

#DonaldTrump #Trump #USPolitics #PoliticalClarity #Cruelty #Kindness #Courage #Truth #Decency #Restraint #Clarity #Nonviolence #NoHatred #MoralClarity #Humanity

​"Fear is not Real. The only place that fear can exist is in our thoughts of the future. It is a product of our imagination, causing us to fear things that do not at present and may not ever exist. That is near insanity. Do not misunderstand me, Danger is very Real, but Fear is a Choice."

— Will Smith in After Earth

#Quote #motivation #inspiration #truth #danger #fear #advice #FaceTheFear #film #movie #psychology #philosophy #WillSmith

​"Fear is not Real. The only place that fear can exist is in our thoughts of the future. It is a product of our imagination, causing us to fear things that do not at present and may not ever exist. That is near insanity. Do not misunderstand me, Danger is very Real, but Fear is a Choice."

— Will Smith in After Earth

#Quote #motivation #inspiration #truth #danger #fear #advice #FaceTheFear #film #movie #psychology #philosophy #WillSmith

🤗☁️🌈☁️🪽😇🪽🌍🌐💌💜✝️👑🕊️💦❤️‍🔥🗣️💒🛐🫂🏩📖📜🧘🏿🧘🏼‍♀️🧘‍♂️👏🙏🙌🧡🤸‍♀️🤗[The end of the matter!*all has been heard!*Fear God!*& keep his commandments!*for this is the whole duty of man!*& WOMAN!*For God will bring every deed into judgment!*With every secret thing!*whether good!*or evil!]🤗💜📖🌍🌐💌✝️👑🕊️💦❤️‍🔥🗣️💒🛐🫂🏩📜🧘🏿🧘🏼‍♀️🧘‍♂️👏🙏🙌🧡🤸‍♀️🍰💗💜🩷🌺🪽😇🪽☁️🌈☁️🤗

(Ecclesiastes 12:9-14)
#Fear #God #Keep #His #Commandments #Jesus #Christ #Holy #Spirit #Savior #Light #World #Pray #Heaven #Hope #Faith #Truth #Goodness #Understanding #Love #Praise #Honor #Thank #Meditate

🤗☁️🌈☁️🪽😇🪽🌍🌐💌💜✝️👑🕊️💦❤️‍🔥🗣️💒🛐🫂🏩📖📜🧘🏿🧘🏼‍♀️🧘‍♂️👏🙏🙌🧡🤸‍♀️🤗[The end of the matter!*all has been heard!*Fear God!*& keep his commandments!*for this is the whole duty of man!*& WOMAN!*For God will bring every deed into judgment!*With every secret thing!*whether good!*or evil!]🤗💜📖🌍🌐💌✝️👑🕊️💦❤️‍🔥🗣️💒🛐🫂🏩📜🧘🏿🧘🏼‍♀️🧘‍♂️👏🙏🙌🧡🤸‍♀️🍰💗💜🩷🌺🪽😇🪽☁️🌈☁️🤗

(Ecclesiastes 12:9-14)
#Fear #God #Keep #His #Commandments #Jesus #Christ #Holy #Spirit #Savior #Light #World #Pray #Heaven #Hope #Faith #Truth #Goodness #Understanding #Love #Praise #Honor #Thank #Meditate

🤗☁️🌈☁️🪽😇🪽🌍🌐💌💜✝️👑🕊️💦❤️‍🔥🗣️💒🛐🫂🏩📖📜🧘🏿🧘🏼‍♀️🧘‍♂️👏🙏🙌🧡🤸‍♀️🤗[The end of the matter!*all has been heard!*Fear God!*& keep his commandments!*for this is the whole duty of man!*& WOMAN!*For God will bring every deed into judgment!*With every secret thing!*whether good!*or evil!]🤗💜📖🌍🌐💌✝️👑🕊️💦❤️‍🔥🗣️💒🛐🫂🏩📜🧘🏿🧘🏼‍♀️🧘‍♂️👏🙏🙌🧡🤸‍♀️🍰💗💜🩷🌺🪽😇🪽☁️🌈☁️🤗

(Ecclesiastes 12:9-14)
#Fear #God #Keep #His #Commandments #Jesus #Christ #Holy #Spirit #Savior #Light #World #Pray #Heaven #Hope #Faith #Truth #Goodness #Understanding #Love #Praise #Honor #Thank #Meditate

🤗☁️🌈☁️🪽😇🪽🌍🌐💌💜✝️👑🕊️💦❤️‍🔥🗣️💒🛐🫂🏩📖📜🧘🏿🧘🏼‍♀️🧘‍♂️👏🙏🙌🧡🤸‍♀️🤗[The end of the matter!*all has been heard!*Fear God!*& keep his commandments!*for this is the whole duty of man!*& WOMAN!*For God will bring every deed into judgment!*With every secret thing!*whether good!*or evil!]🤗💜📖🌍🌐💌✝️👑🕊️💦❤️‍🔥🗣️💒🛐🫂🏩📜🧘🏿🧘🏼‍♀️🧘‍♂️👏🙏🙌🧡🤸‍♀️🍰💗💜🩷🌺🪽😇🪽☁️🌈☁️🤗

(Ecclesiastes 12:9-14)
#Fear #God #Keep #His #Commandments #Jesus #Christ #Holy #Spirit #Savior #Light #World #Pray #Heaven #Hope #Faith #Truth #Goodness #Understanding #Love #Praise #Honor #Thank #Meditate

🤗☁️🌈☁️🪽😇🪽🌍🌐💌💜✝️👑🕊️💦❤️‍🔥🗣️💒🛐🫂🏩📖📜🧘🏿🧘🏼‍♀️🧘‍♂️👏🙏🙌🧡🤸‍♀️🤗[The end of the matter!*all has been heard!*Fear God!*& keep his commandments!*for this is the whole duty of man!*& WOMAN!*For God will bring every deed into judgment!*With every secret thing!*whether good!*or evil!]🤗💜📖🌍🌐💌✝️👑🕊️💦❤️‍🔥🗣️💒🛐🫂🏩📜🧘🏿🧘🏼‍♀️🧘‍♂️👏🙏🙌🧡🤸‍♀️🍰💗💜🩷🌺🪽😇🪽☁️🌈☁️🤗

(Ecclesiastes 12:9-14)
#Fear #God #Keep #His #Commandments #Jesus #Christ #Holy #Spirit #Savior #Light #World #Pray #Heaven #Hope #Faith #Truth #Goodness #Understanding #Love #Praise #Honor #Thank #Meditate

🤗☁️🌈☁️🪽😇🪽🌍🌐💌💜✝️👑🕊️💦❤️‍🔥🗣️💒🛐🫂🏩📖📜🧘🏿🧘🏼‍♀️🧘‍♂️👏🙏🙌🧡🤸‍♀️🤗[The end of the matter!*all has been heard!*Fear God!*& keep his commandments!*for this is the whole duty of man!*& WOMAN!*For God will bring every deed into judgment!*With every secret thing!*whether good!*or evil!]🤗💜📖🌍🌐💌✝️👑🕊️💦❤️‍🔥🗣️💒🛐🫂🏩📜🧘🏿🧘🏼‍♀️🧘‍♂️👏🙏🙌🧡🤸‍♀️🍰💗💜🩷🌺🪽😇🪽☁️🌈☁️🤗

(Ecclesiastes 12:9-14)
#Fear #God #Keep #His #Commandments #Jesus #Christ #Holy #Spirit #Savior #Light #World #Pray #Heaven #Hope #Faith #Truth #Goodness #Understanding #Love #Praise #Honor #Thank #Meditate

BREAKING:
ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE CAUSES ORGANIC HYSTERIA 💎

AI presses several #old human fear buttons at once.

It threatens work, status, expertise, authorship, privacy, and the comforting #belief that intelligence belongs especially to human beings.

AI also arrives through enormous companies people already distrust, so the fears are not entirely irrational.

Then there is the fear of losing #control

Most people understand a hammer.

AI is also a #tool, but it is harder to see into. It changes quickly, sometimes gets things wrong with amazing confidence, and can sound far more capable than it really is.

That uncertainty invites #projection

But AI also exposes something uncomfortable.

Much of human #activity was already formulaic.

#writing

#administration

#advertising

#opinion

Even parts of #journalism and professional #commentary .

When a machine can imitate these things, people are forced to ask how original they were in the first place.

The sensible position is neither to worship AI nor panic about it.

AI is a powerful human-made tool operating inside imperfect systems.

It can help.

It can deceive.

It can save time.

It can waste resources.

It can widen access.

It can concentrate power.

It can produce brilliance and slop, often in the same hour.

The question is not whether it is pure.

Nothing in this world is.

The question is whether it can be used consciously, critically, and without surrendering human judgement.

A tool becomes dangerous when it is mistaken for an authority.

It also becomes dangerous when fear prevents us from understanding it properly.

#human #ORGANIC #HYSTERIA #fear #hammer #privacy #resources #machine #fasting #acim #acourseinmiracles #newthought #eckharttolle #buddhism #breathwork #connection #healing #pridemonth #Karma #TrueNature #Awakening #Meditation #Mindfulness #Spirituality #intermittentfasting #nonduality #reality #life #quantum #kitchen #cooking #AI

O medo angustia a alma

O medo angustia a alma

Adiando o sucesso de hoje
Desejos no papel são só desejos
Luz fraca no caminho.

Carlos de Campos 

Toda as traduções são feitas pela IA

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🇺🇸 Inglês

Fear Torments the Soul

Postponing today's success
Desires on paper are only desires
A faint light along the way.

Carlos de Campos

All translations are made by AI.

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 🇪🇸 Espanhol

El miedo angustia el alma

Posponiendo el éxito de hoy
Los deseos en el papel son solo deseos
Una luz tenue en el camino.

Carlos de Campos

Todas las traducciones son realizadas por IA.

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 🇮🇳 Hindi

भय आत्मा को व्याकुल करता है

आज की सफलता को टालते हुए
कागज़ पर लिखी इच्छाएँ बस इच्छाएँ हैं
राह में मंद रोशनी।

Carlos de Campos

सभी अनुवाद AI द्वारा किए गए हैं।

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🇨🇳 Chinês simplificado

恐惧使灵魂焦虑

推迟今天的成功
纸上的愿望终究只是愿望
路上微弱的光。

Carlos de Campos

所有翻译均由人工智能完成。

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 🇮🇩 Indonésio

Ketakutan Menggelisahkan Jiwa

Menunda keberhasilan hari ini
Keinginan di atas kertas hanyalah keinginan
Cahaya redup di jalan.

Carlos de Campos

Semua terjemahan dibuat oleh AI.

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 🇷🇺 Russo

Страх тревожит душу

Откладывая сегодняшний успех
Желания на бумаге — лишь желания
Слабый свет на пути.

Carlos de Campos

Все переводы выполнены с помощью ИИ.

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