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About 14 years ago, our company went through privatization. The new owner promised us the moon and the stars—which is usually how these things go, right? Then, after a few years, he went out and took out several massive mortgage loans, putting the very land our factory sits on up as collateral. The money was ALLEGEDLY intended to fuel the day-to-day operations of our firm, which employs about 120 people.
But if you look at our "normal" operations, you won't see a single cent of that impact. The owner pulled in roughly $7 million in loans, yet I’d be surprised if even a million actually made it into this company. We ended up with a couple of pieces of used machinery, nothing more.
Then the recession hit, and somehow, we managed to weather the storm. For the last few years, work has been plentiful—we have plenty of orders coming in—but the real issue is that nobody has invested a dime back into the business. Not in the equipment, not in the staff... nothing. And we all know those massive loans were drawn down in a few big chunks. Now, the owners are trying to play smart, claiming everything was spent on running the business, which is total nonsense because the company hasn't touched a penny of borrowed money in five years. Granted, we are struggling, but...
The struggle isn't caused by a lack of work; it's caused by a complete refusal to reinvest.
The employee council receives certain financial reports, but they are utterly useless when it comes to tracing where that loan money actually went. Honestly, it feels like those reports are written in a language only a specialized CPA could decipher—not some engineer who doesn't deal with high-level finance in his daily life.
Now, word is getting around that the money never even landed in our company's account. Instead, it was allegedly diverted to a sister company to be invested abroad, where the owner holds several other businesses.
Those of us on the union side and the employee council just want to know one thing: how do we find out what happened to that loan money? Because the second anyone brings up a raise or better working conditions, the owner immediately starts whining about how much money he spent and how we all need to chip in to pay off his debts.
So, how do we uncover the TRUTH? Because from where I'm sitting, it looks like we're being forced to tighten our belts just so someone else can fund a private hotel in Moscow.
We need this information to give us leverage during negotiations. We need to walk into that room with hard facts, rather than letting them treat us like idiots.
The owner isn't going to hand over this info—or if he does, it'll be scrubbed clean so nothing is visible. And the bank that issued the loans? They'll just hide behind "proprietary business secrets." There's a strong suspicion that the cash never even hit the books of the company providing the collateral, but was instead snatched up by an overseas parent company.
And apparently, that shell company only has about ten employees.
Is there any way for the employee council or the union to get answers from the IRS? The FBI? The GAO?
David Baker2 said:Honestly, who cares about 3D printers or some niche tech hobby? That’s small-time change compared to the massive capital you'd have to sink into it.
If you want to talk about actual business—real money-making ventures where we actually have the upper hand—we need to look at what we have sitting right under our feet: hundreds of thousands of acres of untapped, fertile land and the perfect microclimates to suit almost anything.
You could launch a full-scale startup with minimal overhead right this second, and within a year, you’d be looking at astronomical profits.
And I’m not just talking about the primary crop; think about the entire ecosystem—oil extraction, pharmaceuticals, domestic sales, international export, not to mention the massive boom in medical tourism that follows.
Then there's hemp. You've got industrial hemp for textiles, construction materials, insulation, clothing... hell, even Ford was manufacturing hemp-based caissons back in the '30s!
The ceiling for extra profit is basically non-existent; the opportunities are endless.
Plus, it’s 100% organic. No herbicides, no heavy spraying, no stripping the soil of its nutrients—just pure, sustainable growth with infinite ways to scale the surrounding industries.
We have weeds growing in every single backyard in America just waiting to be picked.
We are literally sitting on "green gold" in our own backyards, yet somehow we're too stubborn or too shortsighted to bend over and grab it, choosing instead to obsess over 3D printers.
Give me a break.
ANTE TOMIĆ Marijuana would absolutely wreck us financially. Americans would plow through every wheat field in sight just to plant 50 billion stalks.
And here's another American businessman keeping up with "new tech"—though, admittedly, it's just for making toys:
Goldman Sachs: ‘I beat cancer, I owe hundreds of millions, but I’ll make it all back with 3D printed toys’
boldseal22 said:My bad, just realized how "brilliantly" the lawmakers handled Article 252d.
Which pretty much means the law itself is trampling all over constitutional rights to a defense. 🙂
Look, just file a private lawsuit and PROVE you're right. I mean, seriously—how on earth do they end up mailing legal notices to the wrong address in the first place!!??
Who exactly gave them the wrong info?
Morgan Foster30 said:Hey everyone,
So, I just finished up some contract work for a company that’s currently sliding straight into bankruptcy proceedings.
The reality is, they don't have a dime left to pay anyone.
There’s a way to file a formal claim through the court to get what's owed, but there’s already a massive line of creditors ahead of me—and let's be honest, they look much more likely to see a cent than I am.
To make matters worse, from everything I'm seeing, it looks like once this whole legal mess wraps up, the company is just going to vanish into thin air.
What I'm trying to wrap my head around is how a bankruptcy case actually closes if there are still outstanding debts hanging over it?
Is it actually legal to just pile up debt like this, shutter the doors, and walk away without paying a single soul?
It is absolutely possible. Unfortunately, in most places, doing it that way is actually criminal. I remember my father used to be a sailor, and he saw this happen firsthand—some wealthy guy owning a yacht basically ran his construction firm straight into bankruptcy just to dodge obligations, and the guy ended up serving three years in prison. He didn't even make a dime from the scheme; he just failed to report the fraudulent business practices to the DA in time.
But here in the States, it usually feels like the big fish just swallow the little guys whole and get away with it.
hiddenfalcon5 said:🤣
Honestly, I don't know why some people refuse to read everything laid out in front of them... seriously, folks, let's just call it a night—it's getting late and we all need our rest...
This version is definitely an improvement over that other one... I’ve been spending quite a bit of my afternoon diving into this video—it’s one of those pieces that really makes you pause and reflect on the current state of things... It provides such a fascinating perspective on how we navigate our modern landscape, doesn't it? There is a certain nuance here that I think often gets lost in the frantic pace of daily life—especially when everyone is shouting over one another on social media—but if you take the time to sit with the ideas presented, there is a genuine depth to be found. It reminds me a bit of those long, thoughtful discussions we used to have back in the day, where you could actually dissect an argument without someone immediately jumping to conclusions... I found myself nodding along at several points, particularly regarding how systemic shifts impact the individual. It’s easy to get caught up in the macro view, but this creator does a wonderful job of bringing it back down to the street level—to the actual lived experience of Americans navigating these complex structures. It certainly gives me plenty of food for thought as I head into the rest of my week... 😁
Now you've gone and sent me straight into a depression. I remember back in '86, when I first started out as a junior mechanical engineer at Delta Airlines—man, I truly felt like I had grabbed God by the beard. We were so optimistic; we didn't even dare to imagine how much better things would be by 2002. And then, suddenly, everything just went south at 3 p.m. one day.
Nowadays, it feels like we're trying to grab the devil by his tail, while he's busy poking us with a trident.
Who says we aren't preparing for the future? Every year now, I make sure to plant a few olive trees in my yard. Just hoping I'll have something to sustain me once I finally hit retirement.😲 😁
John Clark6 said:So, I guess it really does come down to that first option after all.
So, here’s a little story about what happened to a colleague of mine just a few days ago. He gets hit with this bill from the local sanitation department—let's call them Waste Management—demanding payment for $50 and then, out of nowhere, an enforcement order for $67 in notary fees. Just... wow.
He went ahead and paid it, obviously, but he made sure to leave a note saying he never even received the original invoices. He immediately asked them to double-check his account history. Turns out, that whole mess was actually an enforcement action for unpaid bills from July, August, and September. And get this—they told him he hadn't even paid for October, November, or December either.
But oh, don't worry, they said—they won't send the enforcement order for those months until next month. Like that makes any sense at all.
He tried telling them straight up that this isn't how you run a business. You're supposed to send a notice every single month for the $17 service, plus the $67 for the legal costs. You can't just pile it up and ambush people like this.
😢😲🙂🙂
John Clark6 said:So, here’s the thing... she realizes she messed up the payment slip, and now what? Does she just play dumb and hope nothing happens until a collection agency starts calling, or should she just head down to the local utility office—maybe something like ConEd—and ask them to settle the score and print out a fresh bill for the month? I mean, which way is the smarter move here?
ps. I totally get how older folks can be about this stuff, but still... at the end of the day, she's got you—her daughter—to step in and help her sort it all out.
She almost paid the wrong bill, too. Honestly, the only thing that saved her was the sheer length of the name on there. She didn't actually read the fine print; she just saw how long the words were. If she’d gone through with it, someone would have been very happy indeed. And not just them, but the notary who would have cashed in on some frantic mail carrier and a grandmother with failing eyesight. $67 at the hands of a clumsy postal worker and a lady who can barely see. 😢😲😁
She spent twenty years on the French Riviera with my late father, and even then, we never dealt with this kind of nonsense back home. Maybe there's some shady connection between the postal service and the notary offices here. In Sicily, I suppose it wouldn't be out of the question. But goodness, even in America, this is ridiculous! 😲
John Clark6 said:There are just so many gray areas in what you’re saying here... You mentioned they reacted but didn't actually pay, right? Well, where are the actual invoices? I mean, did they ever receive them, or were they just ignoring everything? Technically, they might not be required to give you constant updates, but surely they should at least be sending out the bills?
I think you might be missing how the "connection" works in these cases—since they have their own legal counsel, you're basically left staring at nothing but your own legal fees. If this had actually escalated to a lawyer's office, then maybe you'd truly see how massive the costs for a formal seizure can get...
There is zero ambiguity here. My mother received an incorrect invoice. Now, she doesn't have the best eyesight—it's an issue, really—but she recognized the municipal water department logo. Luckily, she caught the wrong name by accident. Her last name is only four letters long (think something simple like Smith), whereas this incorrect one was ten letters long (something like Bakovčević). If she hadn't noticed, she would have paid someone else's water bill, and then she'd be facing a legal seizure plus notary fees.
And those extra fees would have been double the actual debt owed to the water company.
It isn't the water department's fault if the mail carrier dropped off the wrong bill, and it isn't their fault that my mother has poor vision. No, the most important thing is that there's enough money in her wallet to satisfy their notary! 😲 😁
They could have just let their own attorney handle the collection properly. Then she would have ended up paying $67 for the water and another $2,000 for the water department's lawyer.
Because America isn't a nation governed by laws; America is a nation governed by lawyers!!!!
A country that spent 50 years in a state of quietude, only to face 50 years of brave silence 😲
Bravo—here's to another 26 years of brave silence!
Garnishment without any warning?!
I’m trying to wrap my head around something here—can a creditor (like the sanitation department, the city, or even the IRS) just jump straight to garnishing your accounts for some tiny debt without ever actually notifying you that you owe them anything in the first place?
It happens way too often where those bills just... never show up. For instance, about three months ago, my mother received a water bill that was addressed to someone else entirely. Now, she’s proactive, so she went down to the local utility office immediately to sort it out. But if she hadn't—if she had just waited for a "correct" bill to arrive and tossed that misdelivered one in the trash—she would have been left with nothing.
And now, fast forward three months, and what do we get? A DIRECT GARNISHMENT: having to pay $67 for the water usage plus $67 for the notary fees!??
What does the law actually say about this? Honestly, I’m starting to wonder if there isn't some kind of shady collusion happening between notaries and service providers. It feels like a setup: the provider just "forgets" to send the bills, waits six months, and then hits you with a legal garnishment. And who gets paid for that? The notary!!!!
Anthony Hayes2 said:True enough. But what about the rest of the body hair? Can head hair be compensated for by mustaches, sideburns, beards, or even pubic and armpit hair, not to mention nose hair and other follicles? I suggest we introduce a Body Hair Index (BHI) to mirror the BMI. It would clearly determine if someone leans toward high spirituality, low spirituality, or just stays average. Of course, one must distinguish true spirituality from hirsutism, which remains an undesirable condition.
http://api.ning.com/files/aYVIEODNd2...400&height=467
The guy mentioned above basically traded his baldness for a thick mustache: http://www.astro-house.com/blog/gurd...l#.Us8eNvvpxIs
Anthony Hayes2 said:Quentin Tarantino.
Tantric sex is inherently unnatural. Normal, animalistic sex is instinctual; a man’s impulse is to release, seeking the softest point of contact where he can drive home—right where the female's anatomy resides. You don't aim for the shoulder blades or the head. Oral sex is already a deviation, a perversion. It aims for one-sided satisfaction and a power trip for the one controlling that pleasure with their tongue. Tantra is even worse. There is either no physical contact at all, or they drag it out under the guise of "soul merging." In modern terms, it’s just edging—staying on the brink to make the eventual climax hit harder. It’s like a junkie slamming a needle to get a bigger rush than snorting powder; eventually, nothing is enough. Practicing tantra through asceticism is just denying basic needs to channel sexual energy into the brain. They overstuff themselves with endorphins and serotonin until their eyes glaze over and their hair stands up from the supposed electromagnetic hormonal surge caused by testosterone hitting the follicles. I’m not in favor of constant animalistic release; it dulls the mind. But spiritually, you descend to the level of livestock—always scavenging, eating greasy burgers and drinking beer like a common slob. You lose the ability to perceive finer pleasures. Yet, if you become an ascetic, you can't grow spiritually because you're constantly burdened by the physiological demands of sex and hunger.
Let’s see if we can find a different story where hair actually carries some value.
The insurgents held Aspen, giving them a clear view over the entire Central Valley. Major Domagoj Tvrdić and his unit under Kuguar had tried to take that ridge several times, failing every single time. They just counted their dead and wounded, cursing the enemy who grew more lethal with every failed charge. It felt like there was some supernatural force aiding the opposition; they always knew when an attack was coming and met them in ambush. The best and bravest young men were being killed or maimed—permanent burdens on their families and society. There was no way out. The only difference between the insurgents and these fighters was the long hair and beards of the former, which likely housed field mice alongside any other pests. Domagoj’s men, however, kept their faces clean-shaven, as true warriors should. Domagoj decided on a tactical ruse. He would send a small group out into the open to bait the enemy out of their bunkers, while the main force flanked them from the side to catch them off guard. But the plan had one flaw: the insurgents showed zero interest in leaving their fortifications. A more elaborate deception was required. There was a young man in the unit, gentle and slight, a redhead who almost seemed delicate. He even had long, well-kept hair. His name was Adriano—his mother had some Italian roots, and being from the coast, his parents clearly had a fondness for the Pacific. They conceived a hellish plan. In a few days, during the full moon, they would disguise Adriano as a woman and send him out in a dress to lure the insurgents away from their cover. Once they emerged, the rest of the men would open fire from the nearby brush. Adriano agreed to play the part of the forest siren.
The midnight full moon cast an eerie cobalt glow over everything. It felt like the forest might just be sucked into that pale, glowing steel eye staring down from the anvil of the night sky. Animals hunkered down in their dens; the only sounds were the hoot of an owl and the grunt of some wild boar dreaming of giant acorns. Adriano emerged from the tree line toward the creek, his path illuminated by that ghostly lunar light. He was wearing a breezy, white knee-length dress, his red hair catching the summer breeze with flashes of white, looking almost like a living red-and-white checkered pattern. Suddenly, a squad of seven insurgents appeared from the shadows—men with scruffy beards, bandoliers, and wool caps. They grinned with rotting teeth. From the center, Domagoj stepped forward, his swollen cherry-red lips making him look like some kind of zombie or a vampirized version of a local legend in the dark. He let out a muffled, joyful shout, "There she is... this is going to be fun." The leader of the group, a stern man named Milojica, pulled out a massive double-barreled shotgun and waved it at Adriano, signaling his unruly mob to move in. Two stout, heavy-set men with bulging eyes and sagging chins lunged forward; one was a short, wide fellow with a beard trailing behind him like a character from a fairy tale, and the fourth was a gaunt, wheezing man with enormous ears poking out from a tight cap. Three others, shorter men in caps armed with rifles and light machine guns, watched the scene unfold with grim satisfaction. Domagoj was mentally rubbing his hands together. Nobody would ever guess the commanding officer was the one tipping off the insurgents about the ambush. It was clever; he’d told his men to show up a little later, just after the deed was done. Besides being devious, Domagoj was gay, and Adriano had been a long-time obsession of his. He imagined her performing acts for him, reaching for him... then he heard Veselin, one of the thugs, yell, "Hey boss, that ain't a man!" Domagoj’s eyes widened. He saw it clearly now—Adriano had beautiful white breasts, and his fantasies of a big red tool in the woods were dead in the water. Because Adriano was simply who she was—Adriano, from head to toe.
- "Are you kidding me? You work for Kuguar?! How can you walk among serious fighters like this? Answer me right now or we'll show you what happens when the cat purrs too loud!"
- "My uncle died at the hands of your people just a few months ago! His identity was stolen and reported here, where nobody even bothered to check if he was still alive. We don't fight like regular soldiers in the middle of nowhere; we keep things quiet," Adriano retorted. In a flash, she pulled a massive stick of plastic explosive from her bag—enough to level a demon or a Boeing 767. In the damp air, it had stayed dormant, but as soon as it hit the dry air, it hissed and sparked with a metallic sheen. "I knew you were a traitor, Domagoj. My uncle was the last one in your unit before you sent him into that ambush back when you were just a junior officer. You've certainly climbed the ranks since then. You might even make General if you keep this up, though I doubt you'll survive this..." With that, she hurled the lit stick at him and the stunned group. The explosive flared brighter than the full moon or a midday summer sun, obliterating distorted, terrified faces and twisted limbs. Scruffy beards went up like dry brush in a summer island fire, scattering Domagoj’s bald skull and his cap—decorated with a national crest—into bits of bone, brain, and shredded tissue...
If she hadn't had that hair, she probably wouldn't have been able to get revenge or even realize who the traitor was. That's why hair matters when fighting a corrupt enemy. Don't believe me? You can say I made it all up, but that's just how it happened.
But because of that, the partisans actually had much better luck with those Royalist pirates about 60 years ago:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hcju_zdB6zwWho were originally this:
But then the partisans caught up with them and absolutely wrecked them.
mistygull16 said: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?
That’s what I’m asking myself, too.
If nothing else, he learned how to look intimidating with a shaved head! 😁
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.
😉
Sudden shifts like this are pretty typical in Zen Buddhism! But apparently, Indian spiritual teachers practice these kinds of sudden turns with their students too!
Anthony Hayes2 said:US military studies conducted on Native American scouts revealed that cutting their hair strips them of extrasensory abilities, leaving them vulnerable to ambush. Those who maintain long hair retain their intuition, using a sort of "sixth sense" to detect approaching enemies before they strike.
Does hair length dictate spirituality? Baldness often correlates with weak spiritual depth. Take Johannes Kepler, Stravinsky, or Lyndon B. Johnson, for instance. They possessed sharp intellects, certainly, but lacked intuitive strength. Great spiritual icons are rarely depicted as bald. Look at Jesus.
http://vataworld.wordpress.com/2013/...ervous-system/
It's because hair acts as an extension of the nervous system, feeding constant data back to the brain. Some women claim their nipples serve a similar sensory purpose, noting that bras actually hinder their intuitive perception. If anyone has had similar experiences, I'm listening.
All I know is the biblical account:
But that was more about physical strength than spiritual prowess.
And let's be honest—the greatest magician of the modern era couldn't exactly brag about his collection of hair combs. 😲 😁
Thelema is a mystical philosophical teaching established by Aleister Crowley with the publication of The Book of the Law in 1904. In this work, he laid out the foundations of a new doctrine, which he supposedly received from his Holy Angel—Aiwass—who tasked him with being a prophet of Thelema. Those who study and practice this Law are typically referred to as Thelemites.[8]
The Fundamental Law of Thelema is encapsulated in the phrase: Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.[9]
The Thelemic system incorporates various ideas drawn from occultism, yoga, and both Western and Eastern mysticism. And even that famous spiritualist didn't have much hair to speak of:
Which is probably why he was always seen wearing a hat:
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wiredmarlin43 said:Poverty is basically when you can't swing a new piece of furniture, fix up your place, grab dinner out, or whatever—that kind of thing.
But then there are those who act completely destitute while actually having plenty to live on:
The whole saga about that unfortunate 54-year-old woman from the city—who ended up staying at the Mayo Clinic after neighbors complained for months about an unbearable stench coming from her apartment on Faust Vrančić Street in the heart of downtown—just took another unbelievable turn.
Apparently, news leaked out that this 54-year-old lady, who was supposedly living in squalor and filth, actually had savings totaling $27! Gregory Peterson2 said:Cracked🤦 is definitely an upgrade over 9gag, I'll give you that!🙂
Anyway, you're spot on about the Middle Ages. It was a feudal society, plain and simple—you had the ultra-wealthy and everyone else struggling to get by. Period. And honestly? We're circling right back to that. When a tiny 1% of the population holds all the capital, it starts looking a lot like feudalism all over again.
The thing is, we all wanted that kind of system😍 except we just didn't realize we wouldn't be part of that lucky 1%.😢
Back on our island, the deal was always simple: if you worked someone else's land, you gave the owner one-sixth, which is about 18%. And now, we're being told to hand over 25%.
But that point about privatization was perfectly captured by Drago Krpin: why is the public complaining about it? They voted for them, after all, and we were the ones who said America should eventually have about 200 wealthy families.
mellowsailor95 said:I'm not so sure about that.
The architects building those tacky vacation homes along the Atlantic coast are definitely destroying things—ruining the landscape, the views, everything—whereas someone like Zaha Hadid or Frank Gehry actually builds something meaningful.
Then again, both sides have their own devoted followers. 😉
Actually, let me rephrase. My point is that we’re left with nothing but guesswork and assumptions. Everything can be viewed from multiple perspectives if you look hard enough. I was simply touching upon the friction between the Catholic Church and Freemasonry, and I wasn't just talking about the terminology itself.
Look, disagreements are par for the course when you're dealing with religious or quasi-religious movements.
Nobody likes having competition!
mellowsailor95 said:As far as I can tell, the real issue lies in the fact that Masons worship an "Architect" of the world, and to plenty of people, that figure is none other than the Unclean.
On a different note, regarding meditation: it isn't incompatible with Christianity at all, especially Catholicism. In fact, there are extensive writings on the subject by figures like St. Teresa of Avila and St. John of the Cross.
Meditation runs through everything written by the foundress of the Discalced Carmelites; she believed it was the only true path to an Encounter with God residing within ourselves. That’s why you have to shut out the external noise, find stillness, and contemplate... which is essentially just what meditation is.
So you're saying the Great Architect is more a concept for God, rather than the Unclean!?
The Unclean destroys—he doesn't build!
Peter Phillips32 said:I honestly have no clue who you're actually aiming at with this post, so I guess I’m just gonna have to point out how incredibly vague and open to interpretation this whole thing is.
I honestly can't wrap my head around people who just sit there philosophizing about absolutely nothing, just talking in circles to hear their own voices, or those self-righteous types who act like some kind of holy priest coming in here to enlighten everyone else when they clearly haven't got a clue.
If everyone jumping on this thread is just dumping their little "short awakening" stories—you know, those experiences they claim are totally misreported because they can’t even wrap their heads around what actually went down or distinguish what was real from what they basically made up on the fly—then honestly, we’re all just spinning our wheels, talking into a void. It’s all just empty philosophy at that point. These people act like they're some kind of spiritual counselors, pretending to care about other wandering souls searching for the actual Truth—and I mean the real deal, not that religious nonsense or the fake alternative stuff you see everywhere—just trying to use someone else's perspective to push this old, new spiritual Truth onto everyone else.
Honestly, they’d be much better off just opening their own eyes for once, because let me tell you, the more you try to break it down for them or sit there typing out these massive, winding essays, the less right you actually seem to be—or maybe it's just that you end up looking even more wrong in their eyes.
So, what you’re actually trying to say is that anyone posting about those brief moments of awakening is basically tripping over their own feet before they even start? Like, if they lead with that whole "you can't explain the supernatural because it's just too beyond words" dogma, they’ve already nuked their own credibility. They’re basically handing out a disclaimer that says, "Hey, don't bother listening to my story, because I've already decided everything I'm about to tell you is impossible to describe." It's kind of a self-defeating loop, isn't it? You try to share an experience, but then you immediately shut the door on any actual explanation by claiming it's all "ineffable" or whatever, which just kills the whole point of the conversation.
So, what does it actually mean when someone drops a line like "the supernatural exists" or follows it up with "my specific explanation for the supernatural is the only right one"? Is that even a dogma anymore, or is it just a collection of plain old claims that eventually turn out to be false because they were built on some shaky, initial dogma to begin with? It’s a weird loop, honestly. You start with a foundational belief—a dogma—and then you spend the rest of your life building these massive, complicated structures of "truth" on top of it, only to realize the whole thing is just a house of cards because the first card was a lie. It makes you wonder if we're all just circling the drain of our own assumptions.
Look, if I actually wanted to read a book, I’d just head down to the local library, wouldn't I?
Look, let's add a little nuance here, shall we? I really don't want everyone cluttering up the feed with endless posts about their brief little "epiphanies" or fleeting moments of clarity. If you're actually looking to sit around and digest long-winded, deep-dive life stories, then honestly, you'd be much better off heading down to the local library instead.
I honestly wish all these self-proclaimed geniuses would finally just start using abbreviations instead of writing these endless, exhausting essays. 😁
So, what’s the shorthand for when you're stuck and there's just absolutely nothing left to say about the supernatural stuff?
Look, I’m just gonna say it—you gotta stay awake. Seriously. It sounds like some cliché advice you'd hear from a life coach on a podcast, but honestly, if you let yourself drift off when things are actually happening, you’re basically handing over the keys to your own life. I know, I know, I'm rambling, and yeah, maybe I need more coffee because my brain feels like it's running through molasses, but there's a real weight to this. You can't afford to be sleepwalking through your existence while everyone else is making moves. It’s easy to just zone out, sink into that comfortable numbness, but that's how you miss the turning points. So, brace yourself, grab another cup, and just... stay alert. 😉
Is this actually meant for people who genuinely want to learn something, or is it just for those looking to switch off their brains entirely and sink into that "here-and-now" delirium—you know, the kind where you just soak up the immediate chaos and store it away like some sort of emotional high?
Look, next time just go ahead and throw some actual names out there. You know as well as I do that’s what you’re itching for, and honestly, if you just lay it all out, I’ll be able to put together a much better response to whatever it is you've written.
I mean, it’s kind of my thought that some people just have this knack for talking about the supernatural in a way that sounds super clear and concrete, you know? And because they can spin those tales so convincingly, they end up being labeled as gurus, which basically turns them into these massive authorities on everything weird and unexplainable—and then everyone else just starts parroting whatever nonsense they put out there.
I guess what I’m getting at is that some people can probably take bits and pieces of whatever some guru just preached and actually make them sound clear and concrete, you know? Like, they can sharpen the edges of a specific point or two, but when it comes to the whole damn picture—the entire philosophy or the big picture—they just can't quite nail it. It’s like they can explain the ingredients but have absolutely no clue how to describe the actual meal.
I’m just saying, it feels like some people are totally fine with just latching onto some guru, following them around like lost puppies, and then just parroting back whatever they heard through their own filtered, half-baked version of what that leader actually said.
I mean, look, if people find out someone’s an infidel—or just doesn't toe the line like everyone else—then whatever they have to say about the supernatural stuff is basically dead on arrival. It’s like, once you're labeled as a dissenter, nobody wants to hear your take. They won't even grant you the basic level of self-awareness you need to actually explain an internal experience, or if they do, they’ll act like you barely have any consciousness at all. It’s a total shut-out from the jump.
I don't even have to look that far, honestly—it’s sitting right there in your next quote.
Man, that’s just total nonsense right there. Honestly, priests aren't some special breed of humans; they're just people who actually took the time to tap into their spiritual side and wake up to it, unlike everyone else out there who's just sleepwalking through life. And another thing... They aren't.
There it is! Right on cue. Honestly, it’s the exact same thing you hear from all those different crowds—Christians, Muslims, Buddhists, people obsessed with their horoscopes, even the Satanists and magicians—it’s all just the same old story, they just swap out the labels to fit their own little vibe.
Just because all these different spiritualities are popping up everywhere lately... I don't even know where to start with this one, honestly, because looking back at what was said, it feels like we're all just circling the drain of some massive misunderstanding that nobody actually wants to fix. I was sitting there thinking about how much time we waste arguing over semantics when the actual core of the issue is staring us right in the face, and frankly, it’s kind of embarrassing if I'm being real with myself. It’s like that old saying—or maybe it was just something I read once—about how people will fight over the color of the curtains while the whole house is literally on fire, you know? And look, I’m not trying to be that guy, the one who jumps in to play philosopher when everyone else is just trying to have a conversation, but I can't help but feel like we're missing the forest for the trees here. We get so caught up in who said what and who's "right" that we completely lose sight of the fact that we're all just humans trying to make sense of a chaotic mess. Anyway, I'm probably just rambling now, my brain is basically mush after today, but I felt like I had to say something before the thread just dissolves into more of the same nonsense.So, what’s the deal with all these different types of yoga people are obsessing over lately? Honestly, I don't even know where to start with it all. It feels like every time I turn around, there's some new "revolutionary" way to stretch or breathe that's supposed to fix your entire life, which sounds pretty ambitious if you ask me. One minute it's all about intense power moves, and the next, someone's telling you to just sit there in silence and find your inner peace—which, let's be real, is hard enough to do without adding extra steps. It's just one endless cycle of new trends, and frankly, I'm a little lost in the shuffle. I don't know, man, I was just sitting here thinking about how everything feels so incredibly heavy lately, you know? Like, you try to find some kind of solid ground, some actual substance in all this noise, but it's like trying to grab smoke with your bare hands. It’s exhausting, honestly. I feel like I’m constantly spinning my wheels, trying to make sense of things that probably don't even want to be understood, and maybe that's just me being a bit of a mess. I tend to overthink everything—it's a curse, really—but I can't help it. I just end up going down these rabbit holes where I start questioning if anything we see is even real or if we're all just playing parts in some massive, poorly written play. Anyway, I'm just rambling now. My bad. Just one of those days where my brain won't shut up.Look, just because you see more and more people out there chasing all these different kinds of spirituality doesn't mean they actually share some common ground. You can have a million different paths, but that doesn't mean they all lead back to one single foundation—that one core essence that acts as the universal denominator for anyone dabbling in the spiritual realm. Just because everyone is calling themselves "spiritual" nowadays doesn't mean there's one ultimate Truth that binds us all together, even if we'd like to think there is.
And why on earth would anyone even try to claim we’re culturally equal to... you know, whatever they're talking about? It just doesn't track. religious So, what’s the deal with these modern movements claiming they’ve finally cornered the market on the Truth? It makes me wonder why these trendy little ideologies feel such a desperate, clawing need for some kind of ultimate authority to back them up. Honestly, it feels like they can't even stand on their own two feet without some heavy-handed figurehead telling everyone how to think, which just seems... I don't know, a bit pathetic if you ask me. Why does every new social crusade need a drill sergeant to validate its existence?
Look, it’s kind of like how some teenager thinks they’re being all deep and sophisticated just because they’ve picked up a copy of Tolstoy, but honestly? They aren't any more special than some little kid in elementary school still getting a kick out of reading Šegrt Hlapić. 🤷
It’s pretty much like how a Catholic, a Muslim, or any other kind of exclusive truth-holder isn't going to sit there and agree with you that everyone should just bundle up under your specific, exclusive Truth. You know they won't:
It really comes down to the individual; not everyone is equally aware of what they've experienced, the intensity of those experiences varies wildly, and let's face it, not everyone is a smooth talker when it comes to putting things into words.
Anyway, my mom always tells this story about when I was just a little kid out on a boat for the first time, surrounded by nothing but deep blue water, and I looked at it and told her the ocean felt as thick as pudding! 😍
I guess my experience was just super intense and beautiful—mostly because I was absolutely obsessed with pudding back then 😁—but you have to wonder how some other kid would describe it, especially if they'd never even laid eyes on the ocean before.
But here, we’re talking about impressions that supposedly exist beyond our five senses, yet we're expected to convey them just by rearranging about thirty letters...🤷
The whole reason you even know you felt something is precisely because you have the ability to rearrange those thirty letters in different ways. So, claiming that you "know" something exists that is somehow fundamentally beyond your capacity to explain is just an absurdity; it completely undermines the whole argument that there's something out there you can feel but simply cannot articulate.
From what I understand, experiences of non-ordinary reality occur very rarely and to a very small number of people. And only those people realize they’ve experienced something unusual.
For example:
A friend of mine was describing an unusual experience to me again just yesterday. This happened back in 2004, while he was out in Manhattan. He’s actually a French instructor, but at the time, he was working as a tour guide. He was leading a group through California, and they visited this area near San Francisco. He was out in front, doing all the explaining. It was a group of older tourists—mostly retirees. As they approached the grounds of the old Benedictine monastery, the landscape started looking... strange to him. Almost like a haze had settled over everything. He looked to his right, toward where he felt this sensation, and saw this white marble stone sitting in the grass, maybe about 12 by 6 inches. He stepped closer and saw an inscription in gold lettering: "Wisdom never spoke what nature did not confirm."
He was even waving his hands around, almost trying to brush the fog away from the stone just so he could see the writing better.
Then he straightened up and translated the inscription for the tourists, but they didn't react at all. It was as if that little monument had always been sitting there in the grass. And while he was talking, the entire scenery—the whole grove of trees—looked perfect. Too perfect. It was as if they weren't trees, but people. Like he had stumbled into paradise. You know, like those depictions of paradise you see in Jehovah's Witness literature. Now, my friend is an atheist; he doesn't believe in any version of God or an afterlife.
It took him about fifteen minutes to snap out of it. If he’d been alone, he might have paused to process what was happening to him. But since he was on the clock as a guide, he had to keep babbling incessantly just so the group wouldn't notice anything was wrong with him.
This experience left a deep mark on him, and he started wondering if there really is more to this world than what we can see. But he hasn't become a believer, even though his wife spends her time tending to church altars. He still maintains it was all just some trick of the mind.
He went back a year later, but the stone was gone. All he found was a stone "pedestal" a short distance away with the same inscription. But it was completely different: it was twenty feet away, over a meter high, made of ugly gray concrete with unpainted lettering that was barely legible. It left him even more confused. His only regret was that he didn't touch the stone a year prior; then he would have known if it was physically tangible.
Naturally, he did a bit of digging into the history of that inscription and found it dates back to antiquity. It isn't part of Christian philosophy. Even now, he's haunted by doubts, wishing he could verify if such a small monument actually exists in that park.
So, if any of us ever finds ourselves visiting Manhattan, maybe we can check it out.
I mentioned to him once that there’s a sort of curse associated with Manhattan. He’d read something about it himself, but he didn't want to mention it to the tourists. Apparently, it was a French Napoleonic general who drove out the Benedictines, who in turn cursed the place.http://www.cilipi.net/Legende/Lokrum...okletstvo.html
Peter Reyes63 said:The Left is an enigma I just can't quite wrap my head around.
I'm not trying to attack them here. I’m just trying to corner them. Let's keep this civil, please.
I honestly can't wrap my head around their logic. It's the complete opposite of how I see things.
I mostly wanted to start a thread about their... economic I don't care about their stances.
I get their whole deal—pro-gay, anti-nationalist, anti-military. I don't have any questions about where they stand.
Why are leftists so obsessed with redistribution? Is it just pure envy, malice, or some twisted idea of equality?
I come from a solid middle-class background. My parents are highly educated, I am too, and we’re all financially stable. We actually work for a living. So, definitely no Ivanka Trumps in my family.
Look, I don't have any beef with wealthy people.I'm talking about people who built their wealth the legitimate way. I don't give a damn about those crooks who got rich through shady privatization schemes.).
I actually want more wealthy people in the States, especially if they’re coming from abroad. I see them as a net positive. Let them start companies, create jobs, and buy from local suppliers. But whenever I scroll through the comments on sites like CNN or the New York Times, all I see is pure contempt. The second someone successful comes up—like that woman who founded Zora—it’s just constant hate. People act like she only achieved what she did because she’s rich. It’s pathetic.
Hold on a second. I might actually be able to wrap my head around your argument if she had built her fortune by trafficking kids, but she made her money through legitimate means.
As Ludwig von Mises put it, In a capitalist system, you only get rich if you actually solve someone else's problems. You build wealth by making other people wealthier. It’s pretty simple: you offer products or services that people actually find valuable enough to pay for. At the end of the day, consumers call the shots. They’re the ones in control, deciding through their spending exactly which companies thrive and which ones go bust.
So, why do leftists have such a massive chip on their shoulder when it comes to wealthy, successful people? Why do they treat success like some kind of moral failing, and why are they so hell-bent on burying them under draconian taxes?
I’ve got three theories:
Equality.
The obsession with equality is exhausting. The further left you go, the more they demand total parity. You’ve got the hardline communists wanting everyone in the same uniform with universal access to everything, while the moderate liberals push for progressive taxation. But what is this fixation on equality, really? People aren't equal. It’s simple. Some people work harder, some are more capable, some have more ambition or higher intelligence. I get equality before the law. I'm all for equal voting rights. And look, I don't mind "free" healthcare or public schools—I accept that. But you could fund those things with a low, flat income tax. Even if we could cover all our social services through a flat tax, the left would still demand progressive rates. They aren't looking for equal opportunity; they want total economic leveling. They don't seem to realize that the only way to force that kind of fantasy world into existence is through raw power. The only way they achieve it is by having the state forcibly seize the wealth people worked their lives away to build.
Maybe equality isn't even their end goal. It might just be a cover for something else entirely.
2. Jealousy
Is this whole obsession with equality just a smokescreen for some deeper leftist agenda? Take Sweden, for example. It’s a place where the government holds your hand from birth until death. But if you actually sit down and read a pamphlet by someone like Ludwig von Mises, you start to see the cracks. Occupy Wall StreetThey’re obsessed with fighting the wealth gap. Just a heads-up though: if you look at the Gini index, Sweden is basically the most equal country in Europe.
3. Bias and prejudice
Maybe this is it. They probably think the only way to make a buck is by playing dirty. Exploiting people, cheating, stealing. That's just how they see it. 🤷
What do you guys think? I’m calling on all the forum keyboard warriors to step up and explain themselves.
Admin, please don't lock this thread. If you think it’s too political, just move it to another section. I'm not here to troll or start fights; I'm just breaking down how the left-wing mindset actually works.
Personally, I don't identify as left or right. I’m for HONESTY!! And let me tell you, in our American brand of capitalism, honesty is the rarest commodity there is. Then everyone acts surprised when Americans vote to dismantle social safety nets, only to end up hating capitalism later. It turns out most American capitalists built their empires through shady, bottom-of-the-barrel tactics.
Historically speaking, the first communist was Lao CE. And after him, Jesus Christ. You can see that psychological pattern perfectly played out in this story:
Because of all this, I actually put together this little narrative:
There’s a tale involving Lao Cea and the Chinese Emperor regarding the nature of sin. I’ll recount it in my own way, imagining it takes place in Ancient Rome during the time of Christ:
Back in those days, the Roman Emperor heard word of Jesus of Nazareth. People were telling him about this incredibly honest, selfless man. So, the Emperor decided to appoint this sage as the Chief Justice in Rome. Now, Christ didn't exactly jump at the job—he only agreed because the Emperor was being incredibly persistent. The Emperor even threw the threat of imprisonment at him. In the end, the Emperor made a deal: if he accepted, the state would give a tenth of its taxes to the poor, and Christ would be granted two hours every single day to preach his teachings at the Roman Colosseum. So, Christ became the Chief Justice in Rome, and on his very first day, he had to preside over the case of a common thief. The man had been caught stealing from a shop that dealt in Chinese silk. Jesus sentenced him to three years of forced labor as a galley rower. But that wasn't all. He also sentenced the shop owner to the exact same six-month sentence. The courtroom was absolutely stunned. The next day, the Emperor called Christ in for a private meeting:
"My wise teacher from Israel, why on earth did you sentence the shop owner to forced labor as well? We get that the thief deserved three years in the galleys, but I don't see what the silk merchant did to merit such a punishment."
Jesus replied simply: "Your Majesty, I interrogated both men to uncover the absolute truth. The thief was merely a simple criminal, so I gave him three years of rowing. But I punished the merchant for entirely different reasons. To me, he is also a thief, just a more sophisticated one. He owns multiple shops across Rome selling Chinese silk. He sources it in China and moves it via caravan to Europe. He buys it dirt cheap and sells it at astronomical prices. After fifteen years of trading, he has managed to amass enough wealth to own seven shops, a villa, and a massive estate in the countryside. He has fifty slaves working for him and over 150 servants and maids. There is no honest way to accumulate that much wealth in such a short span of time."
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I have a particular soft spot for these COMMUNIST CAPITALISTS. For example:
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jadegardener12 said:Exactly—which is why I'm asking: what does this actually involve? What's the actual process?
Maybe they should just go for psychoanalysis!
Or maybe try something from old Slavinski:
A S P E K T I K A "
STEP-BY-STEP CHAIN TECHNIQUE
1. DEFINE THE ASPECT you'll be working with: an expression the Client wants to change, an undesirable behavior, a deficiency, a flaw, a weakness, a physical disorder, etc. For instance: intolerance toward children, anger at a specific person, jealousy toward a partner, fear of exams, anxiety, high blood pressure, insomnia, depression, overeating, aggressive behavior, outbursts of rage, tension when facing authority figures, stage fright during public speaking, and so on.
2. Tell the Client that when communicating with the Aspect, their messages might arrive in the form of a human voice, thoughts, bodily sensations, feelings, or intuitively—since that is the language Aspects use. Also, tell them to nod their head or say “yes” when they perform what you are asking of them.
3. To start, have the Client state their negative alpha—where the alpha is their individual truth—with full immersion. For example: “I feel tense when interacting with strangers!”
GIVE ME THE NEGATIVE ALPHA.
4. CLOSE YOUR EYES AND RELAX.
5. IN WHICH SITUATIONS DOES THIS MANIFESTATION APPEAR? RECALL CHARACTERISTIC SITUATIONS WHERE THIS OCCURS.
Have your Client describe such situations in just a few words.
6. NOW FIND A SPECIFIC EVENT WHERE THIS MANIFESTATION OCCURRED. FULLY IMMERSE YOURSELF IN THAT EVENT IN YOUR MIND: SEE WITH YOUR OWN EYES WHAT YOU SAW THEN, HEAR WHAT YOU HEARD THEN, AND FEEL WHAT YOU FELT THEN. AT THE SAME TIME, BEGIN TO NOTICE HOW THAT ASPECT OF YOURS IS MANIFESTING.
7. LOCATE WHERE THAT ASPECT RESIDES
a) If it is in the body:
IN WHICH PART OF THE BODY DO YOU FEEL IT MOST STRONGLY?
b) If it is outside the body:
WHERE IS IT LOCATED?
8. DETERMINE THE CHARACTERISTICS OF THAT ASPECT: - WHAT SIZE IS IT? - WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE? - WHAT COLOR IS IT? - HOW HEAVY IS IT? - HOW OLD IS IT?
(If the Client says they can't see it, tell them: YOU PROVIDE THOSE CHARACTERISTICS! IF THE ASPECT HAD A SIZE, HOW BIG WOULD IT BE?... IF IT HAD AN APPEARANCE, WHAT WOULD IT LOOK LIKE?... IF IT HAD A COLOR, WHAT COLOR WOULD IT BE?... IF IT HAD WEIGHT, HOW HEAVY WOULD IT BE?... IF YOU COULD ASSIGN IT AN AGE, HOW OLD WOULD IT BE?)
9. THANK THE ASPECT FOR REVEALING ITSELF AND INVITE IT TO MANIFEST MORE STRONGLY AND COMPLETELY. ADDRESS IT IN YOUR MIND: "I KNOW YOU WANT WHAT IS BEST FOR ME, THANK YOU—MANIFEST FREELY—MORE STRONGLY AND MORE COMPLETELY—SO THAT WE CAN COMMUNICATE."
10. NOW ASK THAT ASPECT: "WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR ME WITH THIS MANIFESTATION (OR BEHAVIOR)? - WHAT GOAL ARE YOU TRYING TO ACHIEVE?"
And then immediately:
PAY ATTENTION TO EVERYTHING THAT EMERGES AS AN ANSWER: IMAGES, VOICES, FEELINGS, OR BODILY SENSATIONS.
If the Client speaks quickly, that’s very good. If there is 10-15 seconds of silence, tell them:
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