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20200918 Recommentions; 

Everybody always trying to be better than someone, 

Say goodbye to whatever you believe-in, this is mind blowing. Now I tell you, in the Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy, for the year 2020, it says, “Let’s just skip this chapter”. 

Happy holidays, there’s labor day, where everyone is working on getting on my nerves, there’s thanksgiving and I’m not thanking anyone this year, unironically, then everybody loves Halloween, but last year’s gate to hell is still open and I’d appreciate it closed, and Christmas, everyone longing so much for a martyr they’re willing to be the Romans all over again. Sick in the head you are. 

There’s a shame, in not saying hello, I’ve this week felt best about the thumbs up gesture, or the vulcan salute, but enough about me, you’re the ones destroying my planet. Mine, this marble backwater inbred-infested island in the forgotten forest of a thin arm at the excess of the galaxy - mine. In perpetuity - I say hello to you. Emphasis on the hell this year, but oh so important. 

There’s a dishonor in racism, this year a boiling point of pharaohs and talking heads selling empty futures to soulless cries on the steps of orphanages, forgotten as fast as you can. People find orgasm from tweeting about being a victim more and more fictional, louder and loudly untrue, unable to stand behind themselves and ready to blame an undefinable machine. Even the lost, the people of the media machine, the children in the silent system, screaming for the god of racism to show his pale face on a pale horse. The villain of the story arrives, resembling me for the record, and becomes a perfect target, unable to prove or disprove him innocent, and he unable to prove or disprove his own innocence, and the leaderless seek to fill their souls with something to disrupt the endless nameless. There are those who would murder my mothers and fathers of you godless children your ways bleeding from the eyes for screaming without breathing, to survive you fuckwits choosing without thinking, they won’t tell you, but I tell you this. 

Say hello. You rap or sing for them, yes? You tell news or lie for politics, yes? Have you even said hello? 

I greet you from my past, I greet you from your past and this version of it, I greet you from the grave, many years into the future (when you know more about me), long dead and dear, long winds and clear. If I ask you, how are you, ask that person, how are you, learn first. 

The stigma of not fighting, is a brave story. The disgrace of hate, is an old story. For some reason, this year has decided to combine, the old hate fights bravely. Will it win? I greet you with this at the end of this fear-letter to the public, in hopes that the strong I save are survivors of guilt and a pandemic, instead of the other way around and back again. You can promise no peace, but I can guarantee it. 

Live long and prosper. Godspeed. Good day. Salve! Good afternoon. How are you? How goes it? What’s good? What’s up? What it (will) do? Welcome. Praise the gods. Well met. Hala Wallah! Bite. Oi, Tudo bem? Bumblebee tuna. Hyvää päivää! Ahn nyung ha sae yo! Konichiwa! ¡Hola! ¡Mucho Gusto! Nice to meet you! Dia duit. Guten tag! Bonjour. Salut. ¿Qué tal? Zdravstvuyte. Privet! Nǐn hǎo. You good? Yo. Wussup? How you livin? Anyoung! Asalaam alaikum. Goddag. Hei hei. Shikamoo. Hujambo! Yassou! Dzień dobry. Cześć! Witaj! Zer moduz? Ahoy! Selamat siang. Namaste, Namaskar. Qapla’! Merhaba. Selam! Moni. Shalom. Tjena! How’s life? Khe chare. What’s going on? Aloha. Nice to see you. Malō! Long time no see. Zdravej! Good to see you. Greetings. Kamusta! Salutations. Labas! Felicitations. Top of the morning. Kia ora! Blessings. Demat. God bless you. Szervusz. Pacem. Hey, boo. I come in peace. Mercy may. Be well. Greg is not an alien. Cheers. Komdu sæll. Sàwàtdee! Habari yako? Wie geht's? Kaixo! Hello, fellow human. ¿Qué pasa? Blessed be. Kèdú. Dude! Vonts es? Eenchbes es? Wassup witchu? Shwmae! How do you do, ladies and gentlemen? Hello, sunshine! Hey. How’s everything (in the universe)? Lovely day for it. Pleased to meet you. How you been? Yo. Howdy! Sup. G’day! ...but never, NEVER, say to a human, I got your nose. 

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Starving the Habit - mjbanks

"A student, filled with emotion and crying, implored, 'why is there so much suffering?,' Suzuki Roshi replied, 'no reason.'" 

Starving the Habit - mjbanks

The logical action is preparation. At this point the better mentality is just beyond reach. So let's take a shot in the dark. 

"This is what YOU can achieve after 'X' number of days;" 

You're not going to do something you don't want, anything that you don't visualize, won't materialize, and this can be obsessive, but honest compulsions to improve or reduce or whatever aren't a source of imagination in past or future. Have goals and dreams will follow.

After "5 minutes" your "heart rate returns to normal." 

At this point, your psychological health improves in the present, 'i am' or 'i can' are good ways to start sentences. This presumably is a moment of clarity, a new moment is a new perspective, flying thru time can be a difficult choice when otherwise uncontrollable, tempus fugit. 

After "2-3 days" your "guilt and shame seems to decrease." 

Your segmentation from your promise to yourself is ending, statements like 'i am' are best, but 'i can' helps, even 'i will' is weak but better than nothing. In momentum, making healthy choices creates no guilt and escapes any actual responsible scrutiny, essentially bad habits are masked by illogical coping mechanisms, these temporary solutions provide accomplishment easily mistaken for the second step of rebooting, assumptions must be replaced with a self-described purpose.

After "7 days" your "brain fog lifts." 

Let's call this 10 days, as most overhauls of the human mind are in the acerbic wave following insomnia, perseverating, and emotion in its animal state. Clarity can see only the goals you've designed for yourself, and in action, training yourself in this new discipline reveals the difficulty, the mind will default to its protocols, which you define while conscious and in any new adventure can be as luminary as a dream, good or bad or hella rando, and many might revert illogically or relapse physically. The ability to see what is available is attached to what you know. The ability to see something and not instinctively react emotionally is a sign of intelligence, but is very rare if you're still 'uncivilized' or dangerous. 

After "14 days" your "prolactin starts to drop."

Here's the part that makes or breaks the verbal human. Imagine you're thirsty, the choice is get something to drink. The intellectual hurdle, problem-solving, where new 'tricks' are forming and the desire to over-train or become motivated by pure emotion, too many priorities instills the need to evolve, without knowing that the subconscious is making conclusions that you will only realize later. Here we find both weak and deep pains of regret if any. This is your brain flexing its ability, as the brain needs order, it seeks order. To this point, like muscles becoming stronger, the human mind is channeling prototypical divinity, the body leading the mind leading the body creating confusion of necessity/luxury, the strong-willed are usually seeking answers all the same. 

After "14 - 21 days" while your brain is evolving you find that, "due to drop in prolactin, dopamine sensitivity increases, you can start to enjoy the little things in life again, no longer emotionally numb, energy levels start to increase big time, confidence also increases." 

Up to this point, regret was painful or ignored, and your bad habits had become roots. Fear of failure and pain of possibility is initiating logical responses at the darkest level of the imagination, and its a good time to remind yourself 'this is the challenge now, and I challenge it', this stage has multiplicity and exponential results, as your dopamine sensitivity increases, you'll see new multiple colors, this 'aftershock' of individualism or enlightenment thru a vocation/discipline can come not only three weeks later, but three months, three years, etc. later. This is the brain's way of telling yourself that something is a reward, you found water, your memory of survival is an education, and up to this point your bad habits have polluted your free will, those roots have blocked passage. Some would say that for something to become habit you have to do it 1000x and you'll be addicted to it, but really you have to throw out the old to make room for the new, and wait a couple/few weeks. 

After "30 days" your "cravings and flashbacks noticeably reduce."

Endurance and dedication are connected here logically, if not you may have to focus some, but largely the feeling of loss has gone, the most important thing to do now is let go of concept and structure, to follow logic, to stick to the plan like stars in the sky. That confusion of needs and wants in the past has camouflaged any difference between biological and metalogical life, but with clarity and goals, the ability for satiety is option again. Life, or your plan, will have meaning again, food will fill, sunsets will warm. 

After "30-60 days" "symptoms disappear or improve," the body begins to adapt and react naturally, and "Confidence keeps rising." 

The famous point of no return, the life-changing choices are half-to-half at every option, the decision between right and wrong is the only decision, even almost a sub-process or second opinion, to avoid any nervous decisions here, forget individuality and start thinking about others, what they want, debatably self-less, 'we come to serve' is a decent phrase, for being part of a goal, and part of a whole. Surface facts are thick and patience is required.

After "42 days" your "ΔFosB (DeltaFosB) that has accumulated around the nucleus accumbens starts to remove itself. This makes it possible for the neurons in the" (habit or substance) "addicted pathways to now start to slowly" dissolving "over time without use."

The neurons are the adaptive circuitry in the brain, when delta-fos-b clings to a neuron it tells your memory engrams to 'take the detour route,' which plays all hell with your characteristics and eventually personality. I've said many times, if there wasn't something wrong with the human condition, I'd be worried it's not the human condition. Synaptic pathways are still available for old ways, while new pathways are evolving, as you find rewards you build new instincts for success, patience and clarity and meditation are critical in this this stage, while the old habits fade from use. Like memories, the how-to's your brain has made will fade if unused. This stage, for the uninitiated, even the memory of a memory have cause a deep and painful regret, but is only a memory easily removed with right activity.

After "90 days" by some it's "considered a full reboot for most people, however people with severe" atrophy, repetitive stress, or damage "will need longer. Confidence still rising." 

Welcome to the beginning of a new you, since the time-frame isn't exact, the reboot could be complete and you're in the second stage of however many stages you want with a clean operating system, altho the choices remain, the benefits of good habit macrophages the bad. Up to now, you've had to remove temptations, only to need memory and instinct, then you relied on order and chaos theory, and now you can begin to trust yourself, you can think logically.

After "120 - 150 days" your "symptoms of severe" trauma(?) "disappear or improve."

You can define your character in the waking state, multitasking different solutions and goals, testing your logic before your patience, and things will be better than good. It will feel good to have and finish manageable goals, the ability to train your limits just to learn how to refrain from illogical behavior, abstain from violence and maintain your spirit animal, or shadow, or desires. Rewarding yourself will be easier, altho might yet have a sting of regret, 'how did i reward the wrong things for so long', 'what a dumb addiction' you might say, 'it is time to begin.' 

Choices can be good or bad only after they are made. 

"Oh, you know -- nothing I'm not used to, but it's amazing what you can get used to, huh?" ~ Dalton, Road House 

/mjbanks

Get Your Ass to Mars

 It's sad, really. There is racial tension where I live, or at least, poor writers and over-priveledged newsies are stuffing it into my eyes for ratings. I'm not sure what happened, I am sure of a fixed moment from the past of each life, and I must share it to others. - - If you see yourself as different, then you will be different, for what you imagine is what you will become.

 Oddly, let us place a scenario, that you all are different from me, and my dissapointment perpetual, and then all of suddenly, one of your worst dies. It's super bad enough, a death, be it anyone, it is bad if they are one of you or mine, if they are the causes or the victims, but to protest for the worst among humans is sad, and it's going to scare all the innocent people that you somewhat-refuse to be, and they'll become so scared that the wrong people are hurt by fear and manipulation - all avoidable.

 At the top, there are those that plain as day do not believe in "trickle-down" (reciprocal) economics, but I see the failure is that they don't believe in trickle-down leadership. Take 2 - in weakness, blaming power, the power drains from the institution that the weak previously created themselves, hating responsibility and hating giving responsibility, by all involved, it collapses. It could be government, it could be economies, it could be dreams. There's no need to be emotional, but if you're teaching people (with success, facts) you understand, if you're blaming people, you don't understand. This picture gets its color, even in racial identity, as to realize that movements are pulled and pushed by large forces, clear to some, quiet to others.

[ In editing this entry, I have to add one thing. Whoever is in charge of Venezuela, is a fucking retard, or demon, or both. ]

 Imagine a spy, whom would patently tell you that everything you know is wrong, because the spy is the enemy, and now think of your neighbor, your fellow human, they are honest to the best of their ability, or inability, there is no conspiracy, and I believe that protest, a requierment albeit irritating, just makes the innocent think of conspiracy. A flood of protests might stop fires while washing civilisation away.

 I was visitied by a friend recently, he told me that he had read something, so I immediately knew that what he was about to tell me might be incomplete or repurposed or just annoying, but I listened, and the conversation continued.

 So, I was then told that he had learned that each one of us only uses ten percent (10%) of our brains. I questioned him if that was what he meant to say, making sure we spoke the same language, and asked him if it is a ten-percent use of the brain in which to speak as just he had unto me.

 He concurred, agreeal, inasmuch we do use the aforementioned ten-percent portion in order to speak, and quickly continued with attentive furthering information. I watched him tell me information, which when complete was newly learned to me, amazingly we only use ten-percent of our brains in everything.

 I took a moment to process the information, then I told him I am amazed it is so little when one realizes there is a hundred-percent (100%) of a brain in our skulls, but it explains a lot about what's been happening around here.







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Misappropriated Requisition

A political cartoon, a warrior of the times guarding the chalk outline where someone once rested, holding a sign that reads "private property".

I had no choice to respond to this with equal force, to imagine things the right way instead of the errors of reality, or simulation of imagination.

There are all the dreams of humanity, the combinations of obligations, facetiousness, and consideration, all of which are subject to a reigning future.

While the admittance to powerlessness, a river of raindrops and temporary peace, despite opportunity to forget there are some who remember to persevere, into independence, into complicity.

To error is the way of forgetfulness, comparative to crimes of the self, that is to say that we cannot be contrived, but in the manner one endangered animal in a specialized refuge can, for perhaps, become fifty-thousand apex animals, which new arrangements much be made, how wonderful this thought is that entire planets, if not entire galaxies, could be creations in order to let humanity do what it finds natural.

That someone could think that space guarded by the living is not theirs is not inaction, it is activity to avoid a bad feeling, to change for but the sake.

I fear it is a sick many of minds that release the dead like captured pieces no longer exploitable, this is true in unnecessary detested plagues, these are the trivialities of the manipulated truths.

The creationist makes their creations, and the revolutionists continue to misunderstand, without cause to learn the truth of the momentum, which one can block if possible as many can if available it seems, but not understanding ownership a delusion acts in their stead.

If is not property, how can it be taken; if believed that property is wrong, then how are amenities confiscated under confiscation; if property is communal, how is a political body a requirement?

There are clear mistakes alongside trepidation of leadership, those that sign themselves to service and those that assign themselves to charity, these are the many things that fight to control a line that isn't there.

The dependency on dependents, a state requires people that require a state, a redundancy of speculation surrounded by its own gravity, a people require certainties, where the universe does not cease outside of the vacuum.

I cannot follow if I cannot lead, screaming for a challenger, were I to take league with weakness I would make agency of theft, not stronger than the meek, not weaker than my false desires, and soon to insanity I could redirect what I cannot see nor imagine while being blind to the world.

To more the merrier whom can make peace like the sunlight, to surety that less have contributed more than others, while sounding as the fray are oft to do, which hidden in their individualism as a collectivist, find it hard to allow property if they themselves are not property of a collective.

It is not a collective because we begin at different moments in time, as often a pool of blood spills from a single wound, humanity spills across time from its end to beginning, even perhaps in reverse, a gathering of the deathless and the truth of the living.

Al hambre de siete dias, no hay pan duro.

~ proverbio español