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But let's try some, anyway. #optimist Well, in truth, I started the wee early morning with a healthy fruit smoothie. But then added more than a justifiable amount of vodka. Because I am at the kitchen counter, in a semi-colon (horrid posture!), at the laptop, HEAVING FOR AIR. Because all the dirty cops, and hired liars, and master manipulators, and wealthy wizards who have mesmerized the world with their light-forsaken rule... which has been so, tragically, effective... ...all of that hot-n-steamy, systemic pile of soulless 💩 bums me out, sometimes. So, I poured more. To feel less. (And of course, we know it doesn't work that way.) But this *is* how addiction and suicide-ideation starts. And my sensitive, heaving, semi-drunk ass TAPPED IN... to the heart-heaving hurt that is happening -- and heightening -- at the weeeeee hours. The WE hours. The You and Me hours. hOURs. ⏳ Know that I FEEL YOU. I wanna reach you, to assure that it does get greater later, 'gator 🐊. But it will first, get worse. Hence, the heaving. Because empaths are grieving, first. Our eyes and hearts just burst. For peace and beauty, we thirst. Until we remember who and what we are... AND WE DANCE, AND MAKE RAIN, AND THIRST NO MORE. 🖤  Gentle greetings, precious human.
For context, everyone on this planet has been traumatized for the past 5 months. Every human on this planet has had their trust repeatedly betrayed, by systems and sources they once believed in. We've sat... sometimes bettering and connecting -- and lots of time stewing and brewing -- over and under the non-stop threats to our life! The life we knew back in February... that's gone. Forever. It was a long way from perfect, but compared to NOW?! And we haven't even properly grieved that fact, because we are still pushing and facing today... and tomorrow, and its new batch of threats to our very existence. So, it's been rough. Work life. School life. Home life. Public life. All life, has been made rough. We seem unable to agree on which version of hell we're careening toward, so we burn our energy ARGUING about the various versions, rather than concentrating our energy to CHANGE THE COURSE TRAJECTORY. We're at odds because we can't agree on the FOUNDATION of things. Well, the foundation is CHAOS + CONFUSION... and everything that spins out from it, HINDERS. Blocks, delays, agitates, instigates. Good Lord, and SEPARATES. Rather than blast each other over differences in skin, masks, and ideologies, why not direct that passion toward something useful... like figuring out how to MANDATE MEDICAL ACCOUNTABILITY for damage caused by: * the omission of, and interference with, healing protocols; and * the promotion and advancement of harmful protocols. Why constantly play defense, when we can INITIATE + ASSERT a future that does not include genocide?! The Hippocratic Oath has been mocked and pissed on, just as badly as the US Constitution. Both our health and liberty have been abused, by those who hold power, yet cannot restrain themselves from various degrees of evil. These times call us to become solid and stable within our own self, because outer anchors MOVE... and just may head someplace you don't want to go! This Deep Writing Prompt invites you to dive in, access compassion, and write your own Open Love Letter to Humanity. I encourage you to say the things you want to hear. We change the tone of things, by changing the tone of things. Love will not be cancelled. 🖤 these truncated lines
are built with the spines of words meant to stand in the liberated land between your ears beyond your fears through your tears can you hear? a call to More than the media's roar? if we only read what was rather than write what can be who really controls our destiny? not a blue, or a red a cop, thug, or fed your future is YOURS, made with the thoughts in your head. the thoughts in your head; what are they making? are they carrying their weight? or are they just taking up precious space behind your face, causing you worry, and hiding real grace? they are ABLE to change material circumstance without the old school song and dance. so would you try, and take a chance on envisioning more beauty, don't just count dead bodies. makers ain't morticians. we don't embalm. we psalm. we bomb with words written in a certain way to change the direction of co-opted ways.  1. Have a question that you really want/need an answer to.
2. See a room with a chair, a desk, and a book on that desk. 3. It's your book. Walk to it. On the cover you see "Your-name-apostrophe-'s Book Of Answers." 4. Take a seat. Get comfortable. Then, open your book to wherever you like. The page will be blank. 5. As you look at the blank page, something will emerge on it. A splash of color, a shape, a number, a word, a sentence, an image, a moving image... a symbol of some sort. The visual expression that appears, is your answer. 6. Waiting for your symbol to emerge (it will), develops incredible focus and concentration. 7. Deciphering what your symbol means (you can), develops inner-confidence and self-trust. Life is not merely mundane. There are lots of assists. This is one. If you like, share your results, or questions, in the comments.  Chicago recently had a shoot-out -- AT A FUNERAL -- hospitalizing 14.
Portland is on its 56th day of protest, now with Federal agents deployed. Tension continues to grow among humans regarding CV, race, masks, vaccines, ID chips, public health, mandated medicine, liberty, justice, propaganda, conspiracy theories, election games, ideologies, massive misinformation and confusion. Hot Mess Central. Near-identical insults are hurled at both presidential candidates. Trump and Biden are both regularly declared incapable and indecent by Americans. It reminds me of two kids amped up on Mountain Dew, both claiming their drunk, dead-beat dad is the best, and the other kid's drunk, dead-beat dad is the worst. When, really, it's two losers. But who's prepared to admit that? Such an admission requires instant maturity. On-the-spot growing the f*ck up, and seeking solutions from self, rather than outside self. No, the kids prefer to remain kids. And resist adulthood. And channel the power of their belief into a non-paternal shell, willing to play the role. The human psyche has been hyper-conditioned to believe in a need for "a leader," a daddy-like-president... no matter how unfit. Each time, the choice is between Candidate Bad, and Candidate Worse. THAT IS NOT A REAL CHOICE. But you are. YOU are a real choice. What would happen if your energy to OBSERVE drama-vision, was re-directed to CREATE a more sane and humane world? English writer, Edward Bulwer-Lytton, claimed "The pen is mightier than the sword." A modern translation of that is "The written language is more effective than direct violence." Today's deep writing prompt asks: How can you use the written language to arouse more peace and harm-free progress?? Please share your thoughts and ideas in the comments.  Notes from an art class last year, that taught me to see:
1. Perception of EDGES (borders/boundaries) 2. Perception of SPACES (between/within) 3. Perception of RELATIONSHIPS (among) 4. Perception of LIGHT (casting of shadow) 5. Perception of THE WHOLE (pulling it all together) Today is my Mom's birthday. I miss her.
She's a very talented, self-taught artist. Would you like to see some of her work?? She's a great realist, and I featured her on my very first blog: https://lifeblazing.wordpress.com/featured-artist/ At that time, we were always within an hour of each other. Now, we have 2,900 miles and a world re-set between us. Art was the bridge that connected us. Drawings and sculpture. Theater. Dance. In those ways, Chicago was perfect for us. I wish we were there now. Together. With cake. Happy Birthday, Mom. We must make new memories, when we are able. All my love, Erika 💗  Of course it can.
Most mundane things can double as spiritual practice. Consider: parenthood; a self-owned business; a recovery; a righteous cause; mindful movement; and, yes, expressions on social media. If you're not a small business-owner, then you've possibly never associated strategy or method to what you post. That's cool. Or you might be like me... a small business-owner terribly resistant to social media. Well, I'm thinking about social media in new ways:
One of my purposes in life, is to place greater demand on human communication. We're malnourished in sincerity. Withholding of praise and appreciation. Over-developed with criticism and rage. Reluctant with transparency. And I'll be explorin' all up in these tendencies, in coming days. ✨ "I'd like to focus on the importance of GREATER EMPATHY AS BUSINESS STRATEGY, when living in times of heightened and sustained stress/risk."
A client has me on retainer to do business communication with him. That quoted, authoritative-sounding sentence above, did not come from any journal, data scientist, or market guru. It sprang, like a declaration, straight from my heart. And I notice that happening all over my communication with everyone. What's true, is true. Regardless of audience, aim, whatever. THE NEW WORLD IS EXACTLY WHAT **WE** MAKE IT, FRIENDS. Not "they." Weeeeeeeeeeee. Youuuuuuuu, and meeeeeeeee. We have so much more influence than we realize!! It is not only easy to influence culture, it is also inevitable that we are already influencing culture with each of our thoughts, words, and deeds. We must each THINK + SPEAK the world we want, and RESIST + STARVE the world we find unacceptable. Every realm, every level. From grocery stores to governments, and every human touchpoint in between. Because that is what's at stake... our humanity. We are not passive objects, merely to be done upon. We are active sovereigns, empowered TO DO. My Grandad grew 'em, and my Grandma canned 'em... ...but all this time of eating and loving it, I never knew that OKRA is also called Ladies' Fingers. (What lady has falon-like, claw-tips at the end? Or a green hue? Or soft fur?) It's name is likely derived from an Igbo (Nigerian) word, 'okuru'. I chase the origins of words, because I always want a deeper grasp of a word's source, and roots. It's rare and refreshing to find an acknowledged word-route, of an English word that links to Africa. Historical and linguistic erasures are maddening! Anyway, the cross-section of okra is a beautiful mandala. But that's true of all fruit. Yes, okra is considered a fruit. A fruit, by definition, is a SEEDED organism. Watermelons and other 'foods' that have been de-seeded, have been 'modified' so badly, they don't even fit their original definition anymore. Grasp nature, and nature will grasp you. Botch nature, and nature will botch you.  Of course it can.
Most mundane things can double as a spiritual practice: parenthood, a self-owned business, a recovery, a righteous cause, gardening, mindful movement, and yes, shared expression on social media. Here are three factors that can help level-up the time you spend on your favorite social platforms:
One of my ultimate purposes in life, is to place greater demands on our communication with each other. We're malnourished in sincerity. Awkward with praise. Negligent in attribution. And over-developed in rage and criticism. THERE'S MORE FOR US. And I'll be explorin' all up in dat, in coming days.  Influence. What comes to mind when you see that word?
Social media, more than likely. As in an "influencer." Someone with a lot of people who care about their posts. But, let's... surprise, surprise... dive a little deeper than Insta-seduction. Let's consider the capacity to have an effect on the character, development, or behavior of someone or something. I always see the word as "internal fluency," and I like that a lot. Equipoise. Alignment. Integration. <--- Those are all good synonyms, too. They all, essentially, mean being in agreement with yourself (which is not nearly as easy as it sounds). It is a state I live in, because several years ago I simply decided to become an integrated person. And I've gotten used to living according to directives that launch from inside myself. I am the boss and leader of myself. Recently, I took a necessary step, and joined a (very special) business incubator to help me take my authorship more seriously. In doing so, I have subjected myself to be influenced by the remarkable mentors and members of that container. We have all been challenged/invited to make daily social media posts for the next 6 weeks. This is in the interest of increasing our overall online visibility, and I am sure there are many other benefits and strengths that will emerge. But anyone who really knows me, knows that I am just not that social, and this is WAY OUT of my comfort zone, and even character zone! Matter-a-fact, I often feel contempt for social media, and enjoy multiple days without it on the regular. So, showing up with something to say every day? Yup. I've committed to it, and just 3 days in, already feel a bit of steam-momentum starting to rise. I would not be doing this without the strong urging of someone I have vetted and chosen to trust, in guiding me to an improved professional and financial state. I allowed her (Tanya, who you'll be hearing more about) to influence my behavior. It is an uncomfortable reach for me, and I also feel excited and stretched. Your deep writing prompt today, should you agree, is: What has recently had a positive influence on you??  If mice started wearing traps as a MATCHED ACCESSORY on their tails, would we even notice? Could we see ourselves, reflected?  You are harsh, and intense. Like direct sunlight, at noon. This light doesn't flatter, like the "golden hour" around 5pm. Or candlelight on a dinner-table shared with someone you love. No, this light is nearly blinding. It reveals everything. And scorches lots of things. It is not okay to scorch our children, though. To abuse them with normalized suffocation. To torture them with systematized insanity. To off-load our unconfronted fears directly onto their precious development. If we weren't willing or able TO STAND for ourselves against the many obstacles that have been hurled thus far, will we at least stand for our children this fall? I'm so proud of my visionary friend, Dayna, who wrote Radical Unschooling nearly a decade before the world completely lost its mind. It's the only humane option I see. I went to celebrate 2 dear friends' birthdays yesterday at this gorgeous restaurant in Belize City, 501 Hub. We had a great time. The staff was so friendly, the food was delicious, and we were the only diners in the whole, magical place. How sustainable will that be for them, or any business? Last year, approximately THE SAME NUMBER of people died from the flu... ...but they didn't take all of humanity -- and sanity -- with them. It is neither considerate nor responsible to expect the world to literally suffocate themselves, while remaining holed up at home, growing deficient in sunshine, human touch, real eye contact, good bacteria, and the natural strengthening of your innate immune system. BREATHING is the most basic and fundamental need for life. We can go THE LEAST AMOUNT OF TIME without doing it, before literal death. Yet the vast majority have bought into the most ridiculous idea that self-suffocation is noble, heroic, virtuous, and helpful to others?! The real, true, great threat is a well-funded, long-planned, deceitful agenda. You owe it to yourself, your brain (which REQUIRES oxygen to function properly), and your lungs (which are re-inhaling quite a lot of the WASTE GAS, carbon dioxide), to look into the inappropriateness of this protocol. Those who have mandated it are despicable people unworthy of our trust. We are fighting with each other over breathing, while a bigger-than-life agenda marches forward. I hope no one lights a single firework or starts a single grill this Saturday, without listening to the Declaration of Independence first. Just 10 minutes. PLEASE. Think about the past 3.5 months in the light of those words. The evident, has become not very evident. The Declaration of Independence is the basis of the 4th of July celebrations and fireworks, many Americans used to participate in... and I'm curious to see what will happen this Saturday. But you don't have to be American to feel Thomas Jefferson's words. ESPECIALLY NOW. So that's what you're invited to do. Take 10 minutes, and LISTEN to the reading of this historic document. Notice how you feel, and share that feeling as a comment. The thing that makes this writing prompt "deep" is that it asks you to reflect and consider how you feel about something that's complex, and has no easy answer. The medicine, I believe, will be in us all seeing each other's honest feelings ABOUT THE DOCUMENT, and how it might apply to each of us right now. Let your comment first filter through your heart, please. We're very interested in your honest expression, AND that expression needn't be insulting to anyone else. How do you feel about Jefferson's break-up letter from King George III? 👑💔 👂🏽 HEAR it: https://youtu.be/4uE-tqe0xsQ 👁️ READ it: https://www.archives.gov/founding-docs/declaration-transcript  (This is an open message to my Facebook Group. You are very welcomed to join us!)
Hi, EmpathicWriters! I'm Erika, and I created this group AGES ago. It went dormant while I had 2 international moves, surrendered all my life's possessions and paradigms... and have been putting myself and my life back together... from the heart, out. It has been big, tiring, messy, LIBERATING work. I haven't said anything here for awhile because, honestly, I hadn't known what to say, or how to serve... 'til now. Starting tomorrow, July 1, I'll post deep writing prompts here, every Wednesday. I invite you to use the prompt to arouse in you a related memory/story, and share it as a comment. There is no shortage of detached, avoidant banter and debate all around. This group will practice and promote the opposite of that. We are kind, curious and candid. ORIGIN STORY OF WRITE YOUR WAY OUT: Twenty years ago, I was at a cross-road. I ached for An Answer, and got one: "Write your way out." It was a non-audible voice I 'heard' from deep inside me. Somehow, I knew I could trust the voice, and I started following that advice every day, and have been doing so for two decades. I didn't write what I already knew. I wrote what I *needed* to know. I started from confusion, loneliness, low self-worth, and other shadowy stuff, including career dissatisfaction. I needed freedom from those things, and *have* been freed from them. Well, now I'd love to see if we can write our way out of ignorance and hatred. Presumption and judgment. Shallowness and blame. I believe we can. Why? Because, stories are like ants, and can carry 8 to 10 times their weight. We'll genuinely learn about fellow humans. We'll see our own reflection in each other in ways that will amaze and heal us. Watch. Give it a try. We start tomorrow. 💜  If you had to pick a breast, or a testicle, to have removed... which one would you give up?
Left... or right? It's an impossible, unanswerable question! Just like the US' 2-party system is an impossible, unanswerable question. * HOW can you choose between health and economic security, when the real answer is both? * HOW can you choose between justice and responsibility, when the real answer is both? * HOW can you choose between black and white, when the real answer is both? POLARIZED. End of an axis. There's not nearly enough compassion at the end of an axis. And there's definitely not enough nuance and tenderness at the end of an axis. At the end of a rope. Polarization, literally, restricts the vibration of a light wave. So imagine what it does to you and me. Consider how polarization restricts the vibration of the light wave that is you, when you make immediate assumptions about the person wearing a Red MAGA hat. Or a wild, frizzy 'fro. Disaster-opportunity is ahead. Are we seriously going to greet it with festering hostility? Rage exhausts and weakens those who carry it. Even when the rage is justified, it still will rust its container. To resist CAPTIVITY OF THE WORLD, ere'body better get a whole lot smarter, and a whole lot nicer. Think. Care. Breathe. And depolarize. 💎 A young black man (Robert Fuller, RIP) was recently found hanging in a tree in California. The coroner called it suicide, but his local community is calling it a lynching.
An independent investigation may reveal more truth, but even if it does confirm Mr. Fuller was hatefully hung and didn't end his own life, what then? More protesting? TRIAGE is a French verb that means, "to sort." In a hospital emergency room, triage is how patients are prioritized. Degrees of urgency are assigned to wounded or ill patients. A broken arm, a gunshot wound, an auto accident, and a dilated mother all need different things. Right now, life resembles this emergency room. There are many different kinds of wounds and illnesses to be addressed, including: * police brutality, systemic racism + mounting racial tension * peaceful-protests-turned-violent * covid-19 + its threat of a rushed, mandated, harmful vaccine * unemployment, destroyed businesses + need of cash * manipulation + unreliability of mainstream media sources * the economic consequences of magically printing $10 trillion * increased mental fragility from this ongoing trauma * roll-out of 5G + its health implications * censorship on social media platforms * A LOOMING IMPOSITION OF MARTIAL LAW * A LOOMING U.S. PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION As emotional a time as it is right now... as fatigued as we may be from all the madness since March 13th... I believe it is crucial that blacks and anti-racists scan the entire Emergency Room... and do some triage. Even though it is our absolute right to express our rage about unjust loss of life, is NOW the best time to do so when: (1) those expressions are routinely being hijacked by violent infiltrators who *intend* to amplify chaos, confusion, and instigate ill will toward black people by misrepresenting us; and (2) continued civil unrest is EXACTLY what hidden hands WANT to see, because it will be the justification to impose martial law. Martial law is "direct military control of normal civil functions or suspension of civil law by a government," and it will make the current police problems seem like roses. There are a lot of emergencies in the ER, and all the patients need attention... but if everyone loses their liberty in the midst of hot expression, NO ONE WINS. Peace and wisdom, to our hearts and minds. About a week ago, a friend shared this breathwork video with me. I already do a regular breath practice, so didn't rush to it... but, unable to sleep, I just dove in. Maybe 7 minutes in, I burst into tears. Giant. Booming. Flood. Because BREATH IS LIFE. * If confronted with mask-wearing, breath is life. * If confronted with respiratory illness, breath is life. * If confronted by a knee to the neck, breath is life. I cried for the ways breath has been challenged. Then, I noticed how close their knees were. The instructors'. I started fixating on how, surely, they must be able to sense and feel each other's knee... not even needing to touch. Just, nearness. And I realized how improbable it is that I will feel someone's knee close to mine like that, and I lost it. GAVE IT ALL UP. The sinking fear that my chance to know closeness -- of knee and soul -- will come again. I have romanced myself so extensively, for so long, I have now forgotten what it is like to do so with another. So I grieved that, too. And by the time my face dried, I realized how very good it is that I am able to go through these extreme changes with only feline company. And I also thought that single empaths who live alone must be having lots of stop-drop-and-cry parties these days. FEELING ALL THIS CRAP TO THE NTH DEGREE, while beliefs, structures, and systems, are all wobbling. Well, feeling it IS healing it. Let yourself cry hard, as often as you need to. And, breathe deep. Love to all. 🌺  (Background Song: "Bumbling," by Pictures Of The Floating World) Innocent and healthy as we may be, the past 3 months have treated us like guilty, diseased people. And because of mass hypnosis, we allowed it. Because of suppressed truth, censored news, and silencing social platforms, we allowed it. Because of calcified pineal glands, indoctrinated minds, and weakened wills... because of our fear of rejection and disapproval... because of our mental laziness... because we were excessively trained to behave like victims and children unable to anchor our own existence... because of influential satanic, pedophiles who control nations, banks, government agencies, global industries, and because they have long-infested most of the images we see, and messages we hear... because of our knee-jerk dismissal of things we deem to evil or grotesque to be true... and, mostly, because of the human tendency to find scapegoats and sacrificially burn them, rather than take the hot responsibility FOR IT ALL... because of an unlistable amount of reasons, WE ARE HERE. And so, it is a fully ripe time to let your shadow have its way with you. When anger, fear, doubt, loneliness, or any other unwanted feeling comes... gracefully wave your hand, and offer it a seat. Make the invitation sincere. You WANT to hear what that dreary thing has to say to you. Every aching word. Feel the godawfulness thoroughly, because allowing the thorough feeling of it, IS HOW IT METABOLIZES. Like food, it can be converted into energy for fuel on your journey. The more it hurt or hindered you, the further your rocket fuel will take you, baby. But first, allow it out of your body. That is done by FEELING it completely. Remember that distraction and drama exist to keep you from doing this important work. And who races to quietly be with their most uncomfortable feelings, anyway? Who expects fruit from this kind of annihilation? Who plans ahead to turn a bad mood, into an alchemical opportunity? “If you bring forth what is within you, what you bring forth will save you. If you do not bring forth what is within you, what you do not bring forth will destroy you.” (St. Thomas) SMART PUSH-BACK FOR HR 6666: If a Contact Tracer, or other government-credentialed snitch, ever comes to your home and tries to force or bully you into receiving a COVID-19 test, give them the form below, and tell them they need to complete it, before you can go forward with their test. They will be startled by the word "mandatory," because it is an authoritative presumption they usually make. They are unaccustomed to the presumption being sprung on them. And the liability form is mandated by your most basic right to self-preserve, and the tests have proven to be unreliable in accuracy, and untrustworthy in freedom from contamination. In other words, the tests themselves are a health hazard (as are many of the recommendations made by WHO and CDC)! I am not a lawyer, and this is not legal advice. I am a human, and my body's sanctity prevails above misguided rules of law. 
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I just lost several DAYS worth of highly tedious work. A huge sound file got accidentally overwritten, and then auto-saved. Time is time, even during a quarantine. So I was upset to have labored -- hard -- only to see it vanish. But I was really-truly upset that I’ve spent almost a year and a half voicing other people’s words… while my own voice has seldomly been used to voice my words, for my readers. Wah wah. When would the stars and ducks align nicely enough for me to start "social cozying" like this, with those who feel affinity with my content? For the longest time, I have wanted to explore how INTENTIONAL VOICE can be used as a vehicle that carries assurance, calm, and relaxation. Yes, a little like ASMR… but with catalytic transformation, and poetic metaphor, baked in! And lots and lots of HUMANITY. With bold and unapologetic inclusion of feelings. Annnd practical tips for high perceivers and super sensitive souls. Here’s a tip for depression that I JUST used to reinvigorate myself to re-do the lost work with gusto and speed. I used this statement: “Well, now that you’re here, Depression, I will use your energy to do things that melancholy -- and its hyper-analysis -- can actually HELP me with, things like:
NOW is the time to try the whacky thing. The next-level-bind-the-devil-evolutionary-not-so-customary THING… that is YOURS to Reveal. Pioneer. Look at. Embrace. INHALE. Inhale. Deeply. Slowly. As if it was your lassssst. ::inhale:: Breathe that way. JUST FIVE TIMES. Is all it will take to flood yourself with buzzzing, life-affirming oxygen. ::inhale:: This is how you INSPIRE yourself. Can you now see the SPIRE inside you? What does yours look like?? What kind of signals does it receive?? (Consider asking more imaginative questions of yourself, and everyone.) Everything is up for grabs now. Most are passively waiting and watching, but we are all invited to be very active participants in the recognition and execution of our own glorious destinies! Leave your own imprint on the substrate. Write your scenes, baby. Load LIFE into that plot, because it is YOURS. Lavish yourself and your characters with love, health, freedom, plenty for sharing, joyful hearts for caring. Our words are strong. They are literal and actual building blocks, best enlivened with feeling... which, if you will remember any 2 minutes in a traditional classroom, you were trained to write without personal feeling. The cult of society misled the mainstream with the morbid idea that passion and emotion is unprofessional. So that basically put adults in socialized cages of repressed expression, mistaken for “chill, cool, savvy, gangsta, unbothered, anti-fragile” and insert any other AI-friendly-bot-synonym for behaving like a pulseless zombie-drone. I call all that out, TO CANCEL IT. In the New Beautiful, expressions of sentience are not only expected, they are celebrated. So, see? It’s the wild, wild, wild West. State your beautiful claim, and live like a ready receiver. You are nature. You can't be separated from what you are. Be hugged by green, and kissed by blue, refreshed by wind blowin' the sea toward you. 🌊🌍💙    |
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