FoxTerrier888
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This is a bit of a weighted question - I have a history with it.
I've never liked it.
No one wants to hear "utterly devoid of happiness, destroyed and servile, suicidal and miserable, every wrinkle on my face is given by a life of pain, not a one is a smile line, thanks for asking!" I used to be asked this intrusive question relentlessly parroted as a throw-away greeting, on average, every 40 seconds from my customers. It's none of their business, why are they asking? To rape open the wounds? Again? No, they're good people, the salt of the earth. You know - morons. "Never better!" I'd chirp back with a fake nice smile and a voice full of warning.
I care about all of you. I haven't much to give if I am "liked" here or no. We are spiritual tribe.
We each have our experiences, experience and capacity in addition to our own natural temperaments we bring to this beautiful table we are restoring.
I want you all to feel safe and welcome to discuss the forbidden knowledge, the forbidden experiences, the forbidden paths we tread here. Because I care about you, I care about us. We are all going through miserable, terrifying and futile times. We are all warriors fighting a thousand fronts without troop rotation or R&R.
No, I'm no "priestess" or "high" anybody. I'm me. A pariah in the enemy's eyes and a seldom heard from angry person in yours but I value you and I want you to be okay. Whoever you are. I'm not here to measure against anyone else. I'm here to magically fight what destroyed me, to forge my own me, and regain myself and what I was forced to lose before I defected from the grasps of the enemy.
So, how are you?
Had any great successes on the mystical front you itch to communicate?
Any progress made in spiritual terrain you want to talk over?
Just in general, a "you doin' a'right eh?" from me to each of you.
I don't ask a question I don't want an answer to. I care about you, I re-iterrate.
The enemy preys on our fatigue, our trauma and inner doubts.
Let's not let the bastards have that to feed on. They have themselves and their doings to dine fatly upon as they turn on themselves to sustain.
Anger is an energy. So is joy. We're the Joy. The better we're doing and the stronger we are, the more effective weapons we are.
I've never liked it.
No one wants to hear "utterly devoid of happiness, destroyed and servile, suicidal and miserable, every wrinkle on my face is given by a life of pain, not a one is a smile line, thanks for asking!" I used to be asked this intrusive question relentlessly parroted as a throw-away greeting, on average, every 40 seconds from my customers. It's none of their business, why are they asking? To rape open the wounds? Again? No, they're good people, the salt of the earth. You know - morons. "Never better!" I'd chirp back with a fake nice smile and a voice full of warning.
I care about all of you. I haven't much to give if I am "liked" here or no. We are spiritual tribe.
We each have our experiences, experience and capacity in addition to our own natural temperaments we bring to this beautiful table we are restoring.
I want you all to feel safe and welcome to discuss the forbidden knowledge, the forbidden experiences, the forbidden paths we tread here. Because I care about you, I care about us. We are all going through miserable, terrifying and futile times. We are all warriors fighting a thousand fronts without troop rotation or R&R.
No, I'm no "priestess" or "high" anybody. I'm me. A pariah in the enemy's eyes and a seldom heard from angry person in yours but I value you and I want you to be okay. Whoever you are. I'm not here to measure against anyone else. I'm here to magically fight what destroyed me, to forge my own me, and regain myself and what I was forced to lose before I defected from the grasps of the enemy.
So, how are you?
Had any great successes on the mystical front you itch to communicate?
Any progress made in spiritual terrain you want to talk over?
Just in general, a "you doin' a'right eh?" from me to each of you.
I don't ask a question I don't want an answer to. I care about you, I re-iterrate.
The enemy preys on our fatigue, our trauma and inner doubts.
Let's not let the bastards have that to feed on. They have themselves and their doings to dine fatly upon as they turn on themselves to sustain.
Anger is an energy. So is joy. We're the Joy. The better we're doing and the stronger we are, the more effective weapons we are.