Posts by mistygull16

Ryan Gomez4 said:That bolded part is my only takeaway here.

Honestly, it’s a solid point. It keeps us from getting all stuck in fanaticism or acting like we’re better than everyone else.

You know how it goes—some newbie thinks they've cracked the code, gets all fired up, starts preaching to anyone who'll listen, and acts like they're some kind of guru. But then, once that ego starts to melt away—once you realize most of what you "knew" was just a bunch of built-in biases—that's when things actually get interesting. That's when there's room for real understanding. Though, I guess I'd call it more like spiritual maturity or actual insight.

In my case, I’ve noticed this weird extra sensitivity to the weather. It sounds strange, but I basically experience heaven and hell through the shifting seasons and the atmosphere outside.

Another thing—which I honestly think is a byproduct of all the spiritual heavy lifting I've been doing—is this growing addiction to beauty. My taste has become so hyper-sensitized that, frankly, the US feels like a pretty ugly planet sometimes. Sure, there’s some stunning natural scenery when the weather hits just right, but otherwise, the ugliness just adds to my stress.

I once had this experience—kind of an intro to what I call "freedom from the mind"—while sitting in padmasana, or the lotus position. It wasn't even my first time; it happened after years of grinding through practice. It was just a brief glimpse into what I’ve dubbed the "lotus state." I call it that because of the whole symbolism, you know? A flower rising out of the mud to bloom above it all... which is exactly how it felt while I was working through lotus and a few other poses.

Nowadays, I’m pretty convinced my intuition is always spot on. Whenever I see someone putting on a fake spiritual act, I immediately get hit with this wave of cynicism. I can tell the real deal from the total frauds, and I'm definitely not letting anyone sell me a bridge anymore.

I’m tolerant of any path, really. If someone's soul feels like it needs to walk a certain way, I’m all for it. But if I feel like they've outgrown a particular stage, I give myself permission to point things out.

I get the feeling a good chunk of you guys are deep into some kind of spiritual journey or self-improvement grind... and honestly, I'm curious—what’s actually happening on your end? Like, what are the real results of all this work?

I know it's hard to pin down specifics, but I bet there's still an answer somewhere in there.

I’m also interested in the heavy stuff, like if anyone here has actually hit that "dark night of the soul" phase.

But hey, obviously feel free to lean more into the wins and the positive shifts too.

If you can, try to give me something a bit more... I don't know, unique? Let's skip the cliché stuff about having a "peaceful mind" and all that blah blah blah.😉

frozengull2 said:I honestly don’t know if it’s even worth the mental breakdown you get over hair.
Like, one minute you’re all, “Oh my god... I look so damn good...” then suddenly, “Wait, wait... did it actually grow enough? Is this thing even working?”
“I’ve got hair down to my butt, I’m basically vibrating on six different dimensions right now.”
“But man, I look like a total antenna.”

Let me tell you a story;

My dad spent a few years living in India.
He spent over a year tucked away in this ashram—basically a training center—in Varanasi, plus some tiny little village deep in Bihar (he was constantly bouncing between Varanasi and the locals... just to be specific).
One day he’d be in Varanasi, the next he’d be in that village (which was like a 15 or 16-hour trek from Varanasi; part train, part hanging off the roof of a local bus, and finally, about 13km of hiking through the middle of nowhere... just to reach this remote meditation spot/village). It was basically three or four mud huts where they’d smear cow dung on the dirt floors every single day just to keep things steady, tucked into some forest by a river where tigers actually lived—no joke.
For real.
In that training center (split between those two spots), people were training to become Tantric Sadhus.
You know the vibe; all that chanting, ritual stuff, and whatnot...
A little bit of this, a little bit of that, just so nobody gets bored.
The craziest part? They didn't take Westerners. So my old man was basically one of the last Mohicans there, along with maybe three other hardcore Western freaks/seekers who dropped everything to go "searching" and somehow stumbled upon this place while wandering through India.
Besides them, there weren't any other Westerners.
Mainly because nobody really spoke English there.
To even function, you had to at least understand Bengali or Hindi... whatever.
It was mostly a younger crowd staying there, people in their early 20s who were dead serious about checking out of the secular world.
Anyone older could stay for a short stint, but you couldn't live there long-term.
As they say; “strike while the iron is hot,” or something like that.
The whole center was run by this old Tantric Acharya—a pretty intense guy, probably around 70—and living there was anything but easy.
Partly because of how little there was (the poverty they had to endure was intense, even by Indian standards), and partly because of the iron-fisted discipline required by the head of the ashram, who’d fix any disobedience by cracking a stick across your back.
If you couldn't hack it, you were out.
Food was scarce—mostly whatever you could scavenge and cook up in a clay pot over a fire you started yourself. You basically had one pair of loose pants, one rag you’d wash every day with a scrap of soap at a tap, and one small orange cloth to wrap yourself in during the evenings.
That was it.
On top of all that, there was endless meditation, singing Kirtan, sleeping on the bare dirt or a basic mat... all for the sole purpose of mastering certain Tantric techniques and lessons.
And there was tons of learning... memorizing various Sutras by heart, which the boss—with his lightning-fast staff and sharp eyes—would interpret... I won't even list them all.
So, anyway;
Everyone in this Tantric training "center" had to let their hair and beard grow wild.
No restrictions at all.
Because of that, every single one of them looked like some terrifying Tantric warrior from the Stone Age.
Just totally keyed up on the Tantric vibe, practically naked and barefoot, with long hair and untamed beards, wrapped in nothing but scraps of cloth.
Tradition, I guess. Heh.
The hair and beard had to be washed with soap four times a day, before every meditation, and after that, you'd rub coconut oil into it until the hair and beard were as shiny as a baby's butt.
The darker your hair was, the more it stood out.
My dad told me that, never before or since, had he ever been cleaner or more washed up in his life—even though he was living in the most stripped-down, objectively grimiest conditions he’d ever seen on the face of the Earth... at least from his perspective.
So, anyway...
Man, time just flew by. Between all that heavy Tantra sessions and trying to soak up every bit of those lessons... it was wild. But honestly? It felt like it was happening in slow motion too. All those solid, real people—the ones who were out there every single day putting in the work, scrubbing away, and constantly dousing themselves in coconut oil... their beards just started growing exponentially. Slow and steady, you know? Just constant growth.
Man, the more those weeds grew, the more they just seemed to hunger for space, I swear to God... just proudly squeezing out everything else and letting themselves flutter around wildly in the wind.
Like flags... just drifting there. Honestly, it reminds me of that one summer I spent driving through the Midwest, just seeing nothing but endless cornfields and those faded little roadside flags fluttering in the wind. It’s kind of a vibe, you know? But also kinda pointless if you think about it too long. Just waving around for nobody.
Or even better;
You ever see those guys who start getting all "bodybuilder" on you? It’s like, they walk around acting all "oh, I just threw this on, totally didn't think about it," wearing these insanely thin, tight short-sleeve tees... basically performing this whole act of being completely uninterested in fashion. But don't let the act fool you. They’re doing it on purpose, making sure they stroll right through the busiest part of downtown where everyone can see them. It's such a move.
That fake-ass "oh, I'm just casually strolling by, totally indifferent to what I'm wearing" vibe? It’s absolute garbage. You can smell that forced nonchalance from a mile away. It’s like someone trying way too hard to look like they didn't try at all, which—ironically—is the most obvious tell ever. Honestly, once you encounter that kind of pretentiousness, it just sticks to you. It lingers in the air like bad cologne for days. Just total trash.
It’s honestly exactly like that in the Tantric world too. It starts out so subtle, you don't even notice it happening—just bit by bit, little by little. They come at you with those shimmering eyes and that smooth, melodic voice, and before you know it, you're caught in the whole cosmic trap.
It’s honestly wild how much a person can be objectively, undeniably screwed—like, actually living in total misery, owning nothing but a couple of pairs of raggedy pants—and yet still feel like absolute garbage just because they’re sleeping on a hard floor or sitting still for hours on end. It’s crazy. Plus, if you’ve got hair and a beard looking like that little dwarf from Snow White—you know, the one that actually strikes terror into the hearts of the poor folks begging for scraps every single day? Man, it just messes with your head. Just makes everything feel ten times heavier than it already is.
My old man always tells me, "Look, if you haven't lived through it yourself, there's no way on earth you'd ever truly get it." And honestly? He’s probably right. It's like trying to explain the taste of a greasy cheeseburger from In-N-Out to someone who's only ever eaten boiled kale. You just can't. Some things you have to feel in your gut before they actually click.
So, there they were. One day, right at the peak of their whole hair and beard glory—basically when they were deep in the thick of all that tantra, mantra, and chakra-cleansing nonsense—they finally snapped out of it. They’d just finished hours of meditation and some half-baked lessons, totally zonked out, just sitting there waiting to hear some profound wisdom from the old head of the center. This guy was basically their best bud; they’d hang out with him every single day, just shooting the breeze and messing around like old friends. And then, out of nowhere, they got hit with a total curveball.
The old guy just sat there for a while, man. Totally silent. He was just scanning the room, watching everyone who was down on the floor practicing their lotus position... just taking it all in.
There's about 30 of them.
He was gripping that cane like it was some kind of royal scepter, holding it vertical against the ground—you know, that power move. He kept scanning the room, his eyes darting from one spot to the next, just restless. It looked like he was searching for something specific... or maybe he was just trying to see right through everything.
Just a few minutes...
It was pretty damn obvious from the jump that something was eating at him. You could just tell things weren't gonna go smoothly that day—nothing was gonna follow the usual routine, you know? Everything was just... off.
Finally, someone actually had the guts to ask the real question: "is everything even okay...!?"
Old man just blurted out a hard "No!" like he was firing a shotgun.
Look, I’m serious. By the end of the day, everyone needs to shave their damn beards and chop all that hair off. Honestly? You guys look absolutely moronic with all that junk hanging off your faces. It's embarrassing.
Ugh, just... ugh. Seriously.
WTF...!? Seriously?
What does he even mean by "cut her hair"!? Seriously?
"That’s just not tantric... you know what I mean!?"
"Everyone's in, one by one," the old man repeats.
And just like they were told, that's exactly what they did. No questions asked.
Every single one of you.
Took forever, man. Honestly, they were working with one pair of old, dull-ass scissors that couldn't cut through butter, let alone whatever they were trying to do. Total waste of time.
Since they had to hack their own hair off, everyone ended up looking like a bunch of freshly shorn sheep. Honestly, just a total mess.
I mean, seriously, they weren't even allowed to use a razor—not that they actually had one to use anyway... all they could do was hack away with some shears, just doing whatever little bit of trimming they thought they knew how to do. It was a total mess.
Whatever.
The funniest part was honestly just watching my old man deal with that massive sense of loss back then. It was wild.
He’s basically saying he felt like someone was snatching his favorite toy right out from under him. Just total violation, you know?
Man, I don't even want to get into that soul-crushing sense of shame that just absolutely leveled him. It was like a punch to the gut. He had to actually step out there and beg for food that day—because back then, you only ate whatever you managed to scavenge or ask for. Just total humiliation.
Back in the day, I was king of the street performers—hair flowing wild, beard looking all glossy from that coconut oil I used. I felt like an absolute legend. But now? Man, I feel like a total bum. Just some guy standing there while those self-righteous losers look right through me like I don't even exist. It’s pathetic, honestly.
It’s just this constant, nagging realization that I'm gonna feel totally exposed to the world for days—like, until my hair and beard actually start growing back—and honestly, it just makes the whole awkward vibe even worse.
It’s honestly wild—like, some kind of freak miracle or whatever—but everything else just feels better now. I mean, specifically looking at the actual practice he was doing. It’s like the whole vibe shifted.
So, you seeing this now?! Like, seriously, look at this mess.

My old man just shaved his head today, and honestly? He looks exactly like some guy from *Dancing with the Stars*... you know, one of those guys who takes the whole thing way too seriously. It’s intense. He looks absolutely wild.
Man, that just makes my blood run cold. Seriously.
No matter where we end up, people who don't know him just... they move out of the way. You can see it in their eyes—that weird, uncomfortable vibe like they're trying to dodge a collision with someone they can't quite wrap their heads around. It’s honestly kind of pathetic to watch.
Movies! Man, I could talk about cinema for hours. Honestly, sometimes you just need that perfect flick to shut your brain off after a long day.
Man... honestly? It’s about damn time I go full crazy and just let my hair grow out again.
If he doesn't, he’s gonna walk around thinking he's some kind of tough guy.
It honestly seems like guys with bald heads—just like those damn long-haired types—have this permanent "connection error" in their brains... they just can't seem to sense that incredible, overwhelming sense of Wonder that's supposed to be everywhere, in everything.
From top to bottom.

So much for having hair...

P.S.
Honestly, instead of using hair as some sort of "spiritual antenna," you're better off just using a piece of wire.
Just shove it up your ass and slowly rotate it left and right.
If you get lucky, maybe you'll actually pick up one of the local stations inside your skull on the FM band.
Like, "hey dear listeners, this is NPR... educational programming. We're starting our 'History on Thursdays' show now..." and stuff like that.
😉

Why was he even at that ashram anyway? Did he actually achieve some kind of siddhi or reach samadhi state? 🤷

And what's the fallout from all that?

I feel like a total stranger here in the USA!

My only real home was California, but honestly, that place is gone now... buried and done for.

quietdrifter3 said:America is my true home, but right now it feels like it's being occupied by nationalists. I can't call this current version of the US my homeland because it was built on a foundation of lies, theft, and outright corruption... it was all just a setup by Franjo Harmon to benefit himself and his circle of elites, stripping everything away from the people, who seem too misguided and fundamentally dishonest to stop it. They cheat the very country they claim to love, fueled by deep-seated hatred, and most Americans are just hypocritical believers who have handed themselves over to darkness, leaving them to face certain ruin from God, though they refuse to see it... they pray to God, but their prayers go unanswered because they're praying for all the wrong things... a nation like this simply can't be my home. I lost it back in '91, when the old republic was still my home...

Are you joking, or do you actually think we're idiots?🤷 I'm gonna comment on this in bold.

What nationalists are even talking about in America? 🙂 These sellouts in the Republican Party sold us out to Brussels🙂

Or are the "nationalists" the ones who crushed the right wing into 500 tiny parties, so that even if they got 50 percent of the vote, it’d be like 0.1 representatives per party?

Can't you see that the people running America are just globalists and neoliberals?

And bringing up Harmon is just plain stupid. If things didn't turn out right, who's stopping these sellouts from fixing it? You don't just build a nation every day, and you couldn't have built a better one right after a communist dictatorship and a devastating war!

As for the Soviet Union, there was no real voting there; it was just one-party rule. In the USSR, you weren't even allowed to love America, or you'd end up in jail like Francišković is today.

mistyotter35 said:I consider this nation my homeland, though I suppose one might argue it has been under the occupation of a treasonous state apparatus from the year 2000 until the present day.

Yeah, I feel you. America is my home, but we’re basically being run by an occupying force—just a bunch of puppets at the top.

It’s hard for me to swallow this whole "economic crisis" line or the idea that politicians are just clueless. Personally? I think they know exactly what they're doing. It's just that the public has no clue what's actually happening behind closed doors. People are convinced there's a 🙂 crisis, but if you ask me, the real issue is that instead of actually making things here, we're just importing everything using nothing but credit!

mistysailor23 said:Forgive me, but I’m talking about a single unified consciousness here. To me, the subconscious and the unconscious are just different sides of the same coin—my own awareness. Superconsciousness, on the other hand, feels more like a flash of pure, luminous insight...

I'm coming at this from a yoga and Advaita perspective, mostly because it just feels like the most logical way to wrap my head around things.

So, if I look at it from that angle, I'll try to bridge the gap between the traditional teachings and my own weird little take on it.

To me, everything is just Consciousness. So even what we call "matter" is basically an illusion—kind of like how particles or a continuum don't really exist in the way we think they do.
Consciousness is consciousness, sure, but the stuff we can't control is the subconscious, since that's where our impressions come from, which then dictates our behavior—basically, our character.
If we accept things like circumstances, fate, or the law of karma, then all of that lives within the space of the unconscious.

Meditation kind of breaks down the walls between those three layers of awareness until everything merges into one single consciousness. In that state, it becomes supersconsciousness because the unconscious and subconscious have finally synced up with the conscious mind.

Basically, meditation leads us back to the source where the subject, the object, and the process all become one thing (back to that trinity concept again). See, our intellectual understanding is just... well, intellectual, obviously. But meditative realization—specifically samadhi—is actually merging with the object being known and the process of knowing itself.

Anyway, back to the objective world. Advaita brings up the number three again. The world is the feminine aspect of God (you know, maternal, concrete, giving birth to us, feeding us...) and we call it Nature (Prakriti). There are three main qualities to the world (nature), the gunas: sattva, rajas, and tamas. I usually translate them as information, energy (movement/action), and inertia (mass).

If you tried to break matter down, you'd eventually hit atoms, but they aren't anything like the little circles we draw in science class. Those are just mathematical models. In reality, they're just sources of various forces, and those sources all have some kind of relationship with each other.

The subconscious isn't some fourth dimension or whatever... it's more like the barrier finally breaking down between those three layers of consciousness we already have.

Consciousness is just one single thing, and that’s God...

But once God starts branching out into a million different directions, consciousness kind of looks like it’s splitting up too.

I guess you could say the average person's mind is split into pieces—like conscious thought, the subconscious (your personality), and the unconscious (destiny). Or maybe we’re just drifting from being wide awake into dreams, then falling into a deep sleep... basically, you could call Consciousness a trinity. I mean, I'm guessing it's not a coincidence that God is viewed as a trinity, too.

When those walls finally come down and those three layers merge back into one, that's when you hit that state of samadhi or flow, where the subject, the object, and the whole process of knowing become one single thing.

nimblewolf11 said:To "hold on" would literally mean maintaining a connection—staying tuned to that subtle internal flow that's actually fused with everything outside, staying consciously linked to the whole, keeping focus, and all that good stuff.

unknown:

Then you start overanalyzing everything, right? You try to link it back to things you think you know, and suddenly that pure "Seeing" starts getting clouded. It gets foggy! All that infinite, miraculous, holistic, all-encompassing, timeless, nameless, spontaneous space that we all actually *are*... it just gets totally obscured by concepts, by someone else's visions, by dogmas, or by our own standards. Instead of seeing clearly, you just see more concepts, more rigid visions, and more rules.

Those weakened concepts—the ones hanging on in the corners of the mind—aren't at the center of attention anymore, so they aren't being fed. They aren't even interesting! They’re just made of illusions, hot air, and general nonsense. Once you have fertile ground where illusory concepts can be easily spotted and sorted out, you realize they're just composed of layers of old illusions (basically, thick lies).

unknown:

The Mind/Ego wants to be the King! It wants to be unknown! Because it thinks that's how it gains more power, knowledge, and control. Don't listen to anyone who claims to be an unknown person. That's just something an unknown person would say.

Honestly, we should just strangle the conceptual ego and toss it in the trash where it belongs—it's a joke, really.

Yeah, if someone thinks or says they are an unknown person, there's a huge chance they've just fallen for the concept of being unknown. The simple fact that an "unknown person" misses is that such a person doesn't actually exist. Those two ideas are fundamentally incompatible! For someone truly unknown, dogmas and concepts don't exist, which means there are no boxes to be stuck in.

I guess my take is that enlightenment is just seeing reality for what it really is—stepping outside the ego—while still navigating life in a physical body. it's like shifting focus from the crown chakra down to the third eye; otherwise, you wouldn't even be able to function in the world.

I've always felt like God is Consciousness itself, whereas the subconscious is just... something else entirely.

It’s like we’re totally disconnected from God while we're stuck down here in our minds or the subconscious. Honestly, even the terminology is such a mess—it's easy to get lost in the weeds when nobody can agree on what the words actually mean.

People say the mind is fair, you know? Like, you get back exactly what you put in. I guess you could say our character—that whole loop of action and reaction—lives in the conscious mind, but karma? Or maybe just destiny? That stuff is buried deep in the unconscious.

The whole damn diary is just people speculating about what kind of party this colonization of America is gonna turn into!

Honestly, I can't even watch this stuff anymore. It’s painful. My favorites are always the ones who genuinely believe we’re suddenly going to start pulling German-level salaries. Like, people just don't get it—some countries are wealthier because they've spent years stripping their own colonies bare. And let's be real, America basically secured its status by playing the game, slipping a little something here and there into a politician's pocket, and that's exactly how we ended up where we are today.

mistygull16 said:Giving things some breathing room is actually a solid move.

When I first dove into yoga—though honestly, defining when you "start" is a whole other existential crisis since I spent half my time wondering who I even am or if there's such a thing as a beginning—I eventually just stopped overthinking and started grasping the concepts.

The first thing I realized was that I’m mostly just full of junk. Like, total karmic garbage. Instead of finding this zen light or whatever people talk about, it was more like all this mental trash just kept bubbling up out of me. It got so bad I actually had to scale back my practice just to deal with it.

There was this one time, maybe ten years ago, where I sat down in lotus position. I used to use lotus as a way to feed my ego, you know? Just thinking, *yeah, I can do this, unlike those other guys.* Anyway, I was messing around with some poses while sitting there, more playing around than actual training when I hit this state I call the "lotus experience." It was wild. I felt incredibly peaceful, just genuinely happy to be alive. It felt like being in a deep sleep, but staying totally awake and aware. No mystical nonsense, just this pure sense of being completely fulfilled simply because I existed.

So, naturally, I tried to get back into lotus to chase that feeling again. Big mistake. Total bust. The garbage started pouring out of me all over again, and I ended up with a fever and a killer headache.

I guess that one moment was just a tiny glimpse of what fulfillment feels like. A teaser, basically. Clearly, I’ve still got a mountain of crap to clear out first.

Actually, let me add one more thing to that. That state I described? It felt like those first crushes you get in middle school. In lotus, I had this sense that every single part of my body was just... complete.

Some people on these forums talk about how eternity would get boring, no matter how beautiful it is, but I think that’s the wrong idea. Eternity is actually just the state of the present moment. I think people who find eternity boring are just people who are addicted to waiting for the next thing.

The typical "waiting life" is when we're always collecting stuff. What we have never feels like enough; we're always focused on the missing piece of the collection.
Like when a new iPhone drops, and you're already nitpicking what's wrong with it and wondering what the next model will fix. Same old story.

Brandon Foster7 said:I feel kind of naive realizing how many of these "techniques" are basically the same thing once you talk to friends or browse some forums. You've got stuff like *The Secret* or those manifestation guides—they all share the exact same core concept. It feels like they just tweaked the packaging slightly so they don't get sued for copyright infringement.
It's like discovering water is wet.

And then there are the forum comments. Everyone acts like they’ve found the holy grail. They think they’re inches away from greatness, even when they're talking total nonsense. When things don't actually work out, they just vanish into thin air. I saw one guy claim he "manifested" a luxury SUV just because he started seeing that model on the road more often. Pure delusion.

Half these people claim they've reached some higher state of being, but if you read between the lines, the truth is pretty obvious. They're just desperate for love, money, or an escape from their own mental struggles...
And don't even get me started on the "experts" who have been preaching this for twenty years...

Look, I get it. There are plenty of decent people who find actual value in using this stuff to navigate daily life.

This whole brand of spirituality where we pull material objects out of thin air? That's just magic disguised as something else...

Real spirituality based on actual knowledge takes time. Maybe lifetimes. At least, that's my take. Someone who hasn't meditated for at least two lifetimes is still basically a rookie, let alone some amateur who's been dabbling for maybe forty measly years.

Plus, everything we think we're expecting might just be a total wild goose chase.🤷

Giving things some breathing room is actually a solid move.

When I first dove into yoga—though honestly, defining when you "start" is a whole other existential crisis since I spent half my time wondering who I even am or if there's such a thing as a beginning—I eventually just stopped overthinking and started grasping the concepts.

The first thing I realized was that I’m mostly just full of junk. Like, total karmic garbage. Instead of finding this zen light or whatever people talk about, it was more like all this mental trash just kept bubbling up out of me. It got so bad I actually had to scale back my practice just to deal with it.

There was this one time, maybe ten years ago, where I sat down in lotus position. I used to use lotus as a way to feed my ego, you know? Just thinking, *yeah, I can do this, unlike those other guys.* Anyway, I was messing around with some poses while sitting there, more playing around than actual training when I hit this state I call the "lotus experience." It was wild. I felt incredibly peaceful, just genuinely happy to be alive. It felt like being in a deep sleep, but staying totally awake and aware. No mystical nonsense, just this pure sense of being completely fulfilled simply because I existed.

So, naturally, I tried to get back into lotus to chase that feeling again. Big mistake. Total bust. The garbage started pouring out of me all over again, and I ended up with a fever and a killer headache.

I guess that one moment was just a tiny glimpse of what fulfillment feels like. A teaser, basically. Clearly, I’ve still got a mountain of crap to clear out first.

here’s my two cents on the matter

Who even do I call??

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vKbg7CfG7i4

Casey Ramos31 said:give him a sec, he’s probably heading to party headquarters to get his official orders.

It’s gonna be like 😉

Casey Ramos31 said:The dictator even threw people in jail just for being gay.

Man, even just the joke was enough!