2021.09.23 12:52 Hyphos_ Not the best but I tried
|submitted by Hyphos_ to MemeCompilations [link] [comments]|
2021.09.23 12:52 Destruction-Zone Mech update...
|submitted by Destruction-Zone to SuperMechs [link] [comments]|
2021.09.23 12:52 JammyMammoth Ive started a 30day fast
I've been want to to do a 30day fast for a while but never had the opportunity to do it untill now. I've been doing sort fasting to prepare and the longest I've gone before is 8days. I've found that I am finally emotionally and mentally ready for this journey and I'm excited to see how it goes.
submitted by JammyMammoth to fasting [link] [comments]
2021.09.23 12:52 DarckWolf_ Vagabond themed IOS setup
|submitted by DarckWolf_ to iOShomescreens [link] [comments]|
2021.09.23 12:52 DarckWolf_ Vagabond themed IOS setup
|submitted by DarckWolf_ to iOShomescreens [link] [comments]|
2021.09.23 12:52 Darkbring3r Movement Bug?
It might be just me, but I *swear* I keep getting hung up on invisible pebbles while I'm sprinting. It gets bad enough that sometimes Kena just stops moving entirely. I've tried every fix aside from uninstalling/reinstalling the game.
Just wondering if anyone else has had the same issue?
submitted by Darkbring3r to KenaBridgeOfSpirits [link] [comments]
2021.09.23 12:52 r_reader34 Has anyone tried the Revolution 2% BHA?
2021.09.23 12:52 Nooryco Floryn is useless hero
I know a lot will argue with me but Floryn is the most useless support hero I’ve ever seen. She get killed easily, and her healing is so slow. I mean she’s nothing comparing to Rafaela or Angela. I’m sick of players spamming her in every game. I think people choosing her just because she looks cute …
submitted by Nooryco to MobileLegendsGame [link] [comments]
2021.09.23 12:52 Goldfish_Luu Test
2021.09.23 12:52 ErenaVsdv Is this text Grammatically Correct?
Caput Primum I. Deus divinus incomprehensibilis, quis origo totius navitatis in universo est hunc mundum cum multis mundis aliis creavit.
II. Quod universum a Deo creatum esset, in more uno, in disciplinis unis, non licenter, a arbitrio eius, in ordine uno sicut Deus ad elementa imperavit.
submitted by ErenaVsdv to latin [link] [comments]
2021.09.23 12:52 Antique-Soft3322 Would like to merge MicrosSD 256Gb with 64Gb to become internal memory for a Samsung S9 Plus Ui 2.5 Android 10
2021.09.23 12:52 cansuDN I’m developing this iPad app with my co-founder.
|submitted by cansuDN to IMadeThis [link] [comments]|
2021.09.23 12:52 Azazello_666 Внутреннее письмо главы Apple о вреде утечек утекло в Сеть
|submitted by Azazello_666 to MobileOverview [link] [comments]|
2021.09.23 12:52 Tessia0710 Where to read Madam, Your Vest Fell Again - Chapter 698: Mingyue Enters the Lord's Heart (31): Shi Liming Would Have to Address Her as Older Sister online for free!!
|submitted by Tessia0710 to Octopii_Novels [link] [comments]|
2021.09.23 12:52 FairyLightHappiness Maggie Season 16
Okay, so I got to the episode where Webber, Bailey, Meredith and a few others basically say they would walk to Tom so that WebbeAlex/Owen would get their jobs back.
Tbh that whole thing seems weird, but I wish we had got to see Maggie having to deal with working under Teddy, rather than them being made co-cheifs.
Like Maggie quit, yes after trauma, but she quit, so why should she get head of cardio???
I thought it would have been a good storyline, that Maggie gets to develop as a character and come to terms with that it's okay to work under others?
submitted by FairyLightHappiness to greysanatomy [link] [comments]
2021.09.23 12:52 skankinmonkey Newtype Flash Podcast - MSG:ZZ - Deser...Gaza Storm!
2021.09.23 12:52 milesmorales6166 Maddison Jaizani
|submitted by milesmorales6166 to MaddisonJaizani [link] [comments]|
2021.09.23 12:52 Zepplock If you’re into Startup, Entrepreneurship and Crypto. Look here.
Hello there everybody, I trust you all are having a magnificent day. In my search for hidden GEM coins today, I'll present to you what I've decided to contribute, SUBX. What is a SUBX token? It's a deflationary token used to govern their startup ecosystem. SUBX’s primary objective is to empower individuals who own or want to start a business. The CEO of SUBX mentioned, since like 9 out of 10 startups fail, people tend to give up, and are scared to build a startup.
Here, SUBX will help people to build their own startup, and achieve success. SUBX is built on top of Binance Smart Chain (BSC). Also, SUBX adds functionality to rapid-growth deflationary tokens, but how can it be related to crypto?
You need to hold a minimum amount of $SUBX to interact with the Startup Ecosystem Apps. For now, it is at just 1 SUBX for access for their community app, literally a few cents.
The tokenomics consists of 12% tax on all transactions, 4% of which is added to liquidity pools, 5% distributed to all holders as a reward, and 3% added to their Venture Capital Fund to support high-impact startups.
As far as I might be concerned, this project gives me a sense of security with their professional team, and they have an actual Venture Capitals on board as advisor.
Locked LP: https://dxsale.app/app/pages/dxlockview?id=1033&add=0&type=lpdefi&chain=BSC
submitted by Zepplock to CryptoMars [link] [comments]
2021.09.23 12:52 laxmi19 Punk is designed as a powerful ecosystem of user-first products that anyone can use to easily develop, trade, monetize, and market with blockchain and NFTs.
2021.09.23 12:52 ilknurr 15% off >> $185.99 >> Jabe UD-1200 Precision Soldering Station Banggood Coupon Promo Code [Poland Warehouse]
|submitted by ilknurr to couponPromocode [link] [comments]|
2021.09.23 12:52 NEWMOE57 The future of Uncle Ben
submitted by NEWMOE57 to OstrichPlug [link] [comments]
2021.09.23 12:52 prawnbiryani 💗☁🍦🌸🧁🤍🦩
|submitted by prawnbiryani to 11hr11min [link] [comments]|
2021.09.23 12:52 BeachGuyLeo87 Mr Brightside
I've Had Crushes, I've Had flings, But feelings like this Never I've never been so drawn to someone,
Hardest Part is Going through the day each day that is and not being in communication with you,
I know it was one sided or at least i think it was, the feelings that js .
Do you know to this day I still think about you? Your a hard person to let go of , I knew this was going to happen the moment I first met you, You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, now I understand when an artist finds its muse,
What makes you beautiful is not just your looks, But your soul, that's what first drew me to you, I know it doesn't make any sense but I learned from you ,I view things different now, you opened up something inside of me that I only thought existed in movies.
I've tried to forget about you, but the universe keeps reminding me of you , are you manifesting me? Because I honestly can't think of another reason,
You ghosted me , I should be saying to myself "Fuck her" but I'm not , you're living in my head rent free
I felt the connection hard, and you can ignore it all you want but something tells me you did to I can feel it , the hints you dropped, you are just like me we are both leos and we express our feelings different than most, we use the arts to do it, Music lyrics etc..
I know you'll never read this , or maybe you might put it together and realise this about you Goddess.
I hope you are doing well , I miss you , I can't get your angel crafted face out of my mind, my intuition runs wild with you , I know we've never met physically but you are so damn familiar the similarities between us are pretty crazy , some I didn't even point out when we were talking,
All I ask is where ever life takes you Romantically make sure you know you're worth , because you deserve nothing but the best, and to be treated amazing,
The jealousy kicks in when I know someone else will get to look at the most incredible Ocean Blue eyes I've ever seen.. But that's something I have to accept.
If I could have one wish it would be for you to view yourself through my eyes so you could realise the beauty that radiates from you and you could see why you are still on my mind 247
Till then on my part I'll just be Mr.Brightside
submitted by BeachGuyLeo87 to UnsentLetters [link] [comments]
2021.09.23 12:52 willows_closet I got cocky and took my new hobby way too far, and now I wish I could take it all back
I have a problem. I tend to fall down internet rabbit holes, and more often than not I take it much further than a reasonable person would. It’s one thing to lose hours and days and weeks of your life researching the strange lights that people saw over Fukushima and Chernobyl after their respective nuclear reactor meltdowns, or reading about first-hand accounts of a supposed intelligent civilization in our planet’s oceans. It’s another thing entirely when you start dropping thousands of dollars on books, equipment, and classes to learn about some strange phenomenon you read about online.
That’s exactly what I did with remote viewing. If you’re not familiar with remote viewing, it’s the practice of “sensing” details about a place you can’t see with your own two eyes, like viewing a location using only your mind. Some remote viewers take it even further, and insist that they can not only view different places around the world, but also different planets and time periods altogether. The CIA had a remote viewing program for decades, supposedly using subjects to spy on the Soviet Union, and even to gather intelligence about the predicament of American diplomats during the Iran Hostage Crisis. It’s wild stuff, if you can wrap your brain around it.
I got sucked into it because of my obsession with UFO lore (or UAPs, as we call them now). Some people don’t mind the surface level assumptions that come with entertaining the idea of UFOs, like the idea that there are other intelligent civilizations in our universe and that they have technologies advanced enough to visit our planet. Some people easily accept that those civilizations could theoretically interact with people on Earth, occasionally abducting innocent bystanders or experimenting on people and animals. It’s when they dive deeper and find the “woo woo” elements of UFO lore that they often begin to back off. Things like astral projection, mysterious aircraft that pop in and out of our plane of existence, or unknown species that communicate with us telepathically. And of course, there are the many stories of folks who have remote viewed advanced civilizations, both on distant planets and on our own.
My curiosity about these stories got the better of me, and soon enough I was spending countless hours of my life researching remote viewing, trying to parse apart what was nonsense and what was plausible. I'll be honest with you, I’m not very good at deciding something is implausible. Before I knew it, I was looking up instructions online for how to learn remote viewing on my own. There are quite a few books available (many of which I now own), but I’m really more of a hands-on learner, so I eventually accepted that if I wanted to give this an earnest shot then I was going to need more than that. I came across a 6 month online course, normally priced at $399.99, but on sale that week for just $279.99. That’s a 30% discount, in case you were wondering. I entered my info and my credit card number, and I was on my way to becoming a certified remote viewer.
The course included six different modules, each of which contained several different classes and activities to try at home. There was a built-in messaging system we could use to interact with the instructors and with other students, to ask questions, share our successes, and test each other’s skills as we progressed through the course work. The first module was all about theory. There was an analogy they used frequently throughout the first module, comparing remote viewing to learning how to play the piano. We were taught that with a clear mind and good intentions, anyone can learn how to remote view. But only a few people in the world were truly prodigies. I would eventually learn that I was one of those few people.
The second module was when we started to actually learn how to remote view. They taught us to begin each session with a 20 minute meditation to calm our minds and to set our brain waves to the proper frequency. We’d start each meditation lying down, and the instructor would guide us through the process of noticing each individual part of our bodies, each unique physical sensation we were experiencing, and every point of contact with our bed, our pillow, and the clothes we were wearing. We’d shift our focus internally, and notice our heartbeat, notice our mood for the day, notice if there were any lingering anxieties we were feeling. Then we’d let our attention settle on our breath. Noticing the feeling of air moving in and out through our noses, and the feeling of our chest inflating and deflating with each breath in and out. We were to focus on that feeling for 20 minutes each session. If we found our mind wandering off to any other thoughts or feelings, we were to notice the distraction, and simply return our attention to the breath.
When the meditation was over, we kept our eyes closed, and the instructor would direct us to draw our attention to a manila envelope on her desk. Within each manila envelope, there was an image, and we were supposed to view what the image was, without seeing it with our eyes, from the comfort and safety of our homes. They told us to never strain ourselves, and just explore what we were seeing and feeling in our own minds. Curiosity and gentleness were key. In fact, they told us, the first rule of remote viewing was to be curious. I’d find myself having little visions of details, dancing on the edge of my consciousness, and an innate sense of understanding the “intention” behind what was in the envelope.
After each session, we were supposed to draw what we saw, and list details of what we felt about the intention of the image. Then the instructor would show us the image so we could pick apart what was real and what was imagined. Imagination is a common form of interference in remote viewing, so it’s important to learn when your own brain is getting in the way. It wasn’t a problem I was having too much trouble with. In our first session, I drew a stick figure sitting on the ground, and I wrote that the intention was "powerful" and the figure was "emanating energy." When the instructor pulled the image from the envelope, it was a genderless figure sitting cross-legged in space, meditating and emitting an aura. I was shook.
Not everyone had as much success in that first session as I did. One person drew a rough outline of some sort of animal, and she told us that she thought it was supposed to be an elephant. Another guy drew a skyscraper, standing tall against a skyline of other skyscrapers. The instructor assured everyone that their drawing had some level of truth to it, and that the next few months would be focused on learning how to tease that truth out from the interference of our imaginations. Nevertheless, the next session had significantly fewer participants than we had on that first day of hands-on learning, and our instructor took time out to remind everyone that we all agreed to a terms of service that explicitly said “no refunds for any reason” when we signed up.
As the course progressed, we eventually moved on to remote viewing more challenging things. We’d remote view each other at specific times, then report on what we saw, while the student who played the role of “target” confirmed whether or not the viewer accurately described what they were doing at the time. More people dropped out at a pretty steady rate, but there were still several students who were wholly committed to learning the practice, and all of their predictions became more and more refined as the months went by. I was always the best student in the class, but my skills also improved dramatically as I learned when and how my mind was interfering with my visions, and how to calm my mind to block those interferences out completely. While others in class still described the process as carefully exploring vague images and intuitions, my remote viewing sessions became clearer and clearer, until it felt like I was physically at the location I was viewing. In one exercise when I viewed a classmate, I could clearly see him folding his laundry on his classic car themed bedspread, and I could hear the AC/DC song he was listening to in the background. I saw his nightstand, with his alarm clock and a lamp shaped like a 1950s gas pump, with his credit card sitting face up on the surface. The instructor stopped me in the middle of reading the credit card number out loud, so as to not invade the other student’s privacy more than what was necessary.
It wasn’t long before a lot of us who were left became friends. We’d use the chat function that came with the course to keep in touch with each other between sessions, and we’d give each other little challenges throughout the week, or brainstorm interesting places to visit. I’ve seen the view of Manhattan from the top of the Empire State Building, I’ve seen the inside of the Taj Mahal, I’ve been to the Pyramids of Giza and I’ve explored the bottom of the Mariana Trench, all without leaving my bedroom. At one point, one of my classmates challenged me to view Area 51, but I was surprised to find that I couldn’t see inside, as though something was blocking it out. I guess maybe government secrets are protected or shielded from remote viewers somehow. The CIA once allocated a lot of money towards studying the phenomenon, after all.
We learned in class that there are many different ways to use remote viewing, from exploring the past, to viewing very distant places, to even viewing the future. We figured out among ourselves that some of us were better at each of those skills than others. Jenna excelled at remote viewing the very distant past, and one time she logged into the chat to excitedly inform us that she just watched a volcano erupt in prehistoric Asia, surrounded by herds of animals that were unfamiliar to her, but that she suspects must have been dinosaurs. Andrew insisted that he could see distant planets, and sometimes he would pick a spot in the sky and travel to the hostile surface of a world that scientists on Earth hadn’t even discovered yet.
Once, when the lottery jackpot was in the hundreds of millions, we all tried to remote view the future to see the winning numbers, but future viewing is a very rare talent that unfortunately none of us seem to possess. Even I struggled with it, and though I can normally see a crystal clear imprint of whatever object I’m trying to view in the present, my attempts to view the future were shrouded in haze. I could see a lottery ticket in the future, but it was useless trying to make out the numbers on it.
Though I had made so many friends amongst the other classmates, and even though a lot of the students had dropped out after the first couple months of the course, there were still plenty of people enrolled who I didn’t know by name. So it wasn’t too much of a surprise when I got a private chat from a username I didn’t recognize. Everyone who dropped out would still have access to all the resources until the six months were up anyway, so it could have been any number of people who I hadn’t even seen in weeks. I saw the message when I logged into my account one afternoon.
Hey, check out these coordinates, then go left. Really interesting stuff! [coordinates redacted for privacy]
It wasn’t uncommon for a classmate to send me coordinates of something interesting that they found while remote viewing, and usually there was indeed something unexpected to find when they did. One time Jenna sent me coordinates that led me to a little shack in the middle of an ice field in Greenland, filled with electronic equipment and sensors that we couldn’t identify, with no other buildings nearby. It was always fascinating to find something in the wilderness that was out of place, and realize how much of our world has been touched by human hands.
I got myself comfortable on my bed, and began to guide myself through my meditation. I started by focusing on the sounds around me, being present with the tune of my surroundings. Then I brought my attention inwards, and felt the weight of my body against the bed, the hair blowing across my face from the fan behind me, and noticed the amount of tension in each individual muscle. I felt for my heartbeat, and observed the feeling of blood flowing through my veins, and I focused on slowing it down as much as I could, before bringing my attention to my breath.
I felt each breath entering through my nose, and exiting through my mouth. I noticed how the air felt against the back of my throat, and against my lips. I felt the rise of my chest with each breath in, and the falling with each breath out. When I sensed that my mind was ready to view the target, I held the coordinates in my mind, and felt around with genuine curiosity.
The image of the room began to take shape. There was a window with two pine trees right outside. A door against the far wall, with a smoke alarm hanging above it. A desk, with a laptop fully awake, as though the owner had recently been using it. A bed, with a figure lying down in a deep trance. A piece of artwork on the wall that I once bought from a street artist in downtown Seattle when I was out drinking with my friends.
It was my bedroom.
I broke the trance and shot up out of bed. I scrambled back to my desk and opened the chat box.
Who is this? How do you know where I live?
A moment passed, before I saw the three little dancing dots that indicated someone on the other end was typing. Then a new message appeared.
Did you go left?
Yeah, I saw my fucking wall on the left. How do you know where my bedroom is?
Another moment passed.
No. Shift your consciousness to the left. Don’t just travel left, move your whole mind to the left.
I sat and stared at the message, and the dots danced once again.
Try it again and go left.
Who are you? I asked again.
You’ll know in time. For now, just go left.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I thought about running away and staying with a friend for the night. I thought about going to the police, and maybe I should have. But my curiosity got the better of me. It was, after all, the first rule of remote viewing: be curious.
I settled back onto the bed, and started the meditation again from the beginning. This time around, I found it much harder to focus on my breathing, as my mind insisted on wandering to the mysterious person who knew the exact coordinates of my bedroom. The key to meditation is to forgive yourself when your mind wanders, and to simply notice that it has happened and gently redirect your focus to the breath. Do it as many times as it takes. Notice the distraction. Gently pull yourself back. Notice the distraction. Gently pull yourself back. It took a lot longer than it usually does, but eventually I knew I was ready to focus on my bedroom.
I didn’t use the coordinates this time. I know where my own bedroom is, thank you very much. I just focused on my room, which provided an experience unlike anything I’d ever felt during a remote viewing session. I was viewing my bedroom from my exact physical position on the bed, as though I was still in my body viewing everything in perfect clarity, but with my eyes closed.
From my position on my bed, I tried to go left. I found myself outside, in my backyard, exactly as I would have expected. Nothing was out of the ordinary. My backyard was as boring and unkempt as it always was. I returned to my bed and thought back to what the message instructed me to do.
Don’t just travel left, move your whole mind to the left.
How in the heck am I supposed to move my whole mind left? None of this made any sense. I tried to focus my attention on the left, but everything I did just moved my perception to the left of where I was, back into the yard. How does one move left without traveling?
I brought my attention back to my breath, and felt my chest moving up and down. I refocused on the bedroom, and the reality it sat in. I felt around, poking and prodding, approaching the very concept of the location with sincere curiosity. This was my bedroom. It sat in my house, which was in my town. My town in the United States, on Planet Earth. Earth, in the Milky Way Galaxy, floating around in the universe we live within. My universe. That was my reality. That was where I was.
And so I moved left.
I didn’t move from my bed at all, at least in any physical sense, but it felt as though I was penetrating a membrane in the very fabric of time and space. As I passed through it, there was the slightest bit of resistance as it pushed back against me, and it bent with the force of my consciousness and ultimately opened up to let me through, before it snapped back into shape on my right as I emerged on the other side. And then I was in my bedroom.
But it wasn’t my bedroom. My bed was there, and I could see the window on the far wall, looking out upon two bare pine trees shrouded in the darkness of the outside world. The trees were covered in thick, slimy tentacles of some unknown entity that crawled up the trunks and wrapped themselves around each of the branches. Every few seconds, a flash of green light would illuminate the sky, revealing dark purple clouds that seemed unnatural and toxic, before a crash of metallic thunder would shake the house around me.
The air smelled putrid, like the sweet rotting eggs of a creature too dreadful to exist in my own plane of reality. The floor of my bedroom was covered with a thick, viscous slime, and I realized that it was on my bed as well. I could feel it where I was laying, and I felt sick to my stomach even though I knew it was just the perceptions of my remote viewing. My art piece was on the wall, shredded apart with pieces of canvas hanging below the original frame, as though ripped away by claws the size of my face. My laptop was still on and unlocked, even in this reality, as though someone had recently been using it.
I shifted my view to the left of where I was lying on the bed, and saw a face just inches from me. A disgusting, wide-eyed face, filled with madness and malice, bearing an open-mouthed grin full of lunacy, revealing deep yellow-stained teeth. There was slime hanging from its smiling lips. It was my face. Before I broke my connection to this horrifying reality, I noticed two shimmering, clammy, scaly tentacles protruding from its...from my...body, one wrapped around its waist, and one wrapped around its neck.
I shot up from my bed, back in the safety of my own bedroom in my own reality, having severed the connection to whatever was there waiting in the bedroom to the left of me. I was covered in sweat, and my heart was pounding, and I wondered how I managed to keep myself in a deep enough meditation to view so much for so long. I guess the classes really were worth the hundreds of dollars I was paying.
I sat back at my desk and opened the chat box.
What the fuck was that? I typed, and hit Enter.
A few minutes went by, before I saw that whoever was on the other side was typing a response.
That’s the world to the left.
What does that even mean? I don’t understand.
Are you so arrogant to think that your reality is the only reality? There are many universes, stacked on top of each other and side by side. That was the one next door. The one to the left of you. Always there. Always inches away. Always looking for a way to break into your world.
There was a pause, and I pondered what this meant. Everything I just saw...the ruin, the despair, the green lightning, the deranged smiling version of myself...all of it was right here next to me? Just a slight shift of perception away? Always just mere inches to the left, in another plane of existence? Another message appeared on the screen.
How long do you think it’ll be before we succeed?
This has to be a trick. Who are you? I typed back.
It’s not. You saw it there in your own bedroom. It’s the same everywhere. Go check.
And so I did. I slammed my laptop shut, and I meditated, traveling to as many places across the globe as I could think of. In San Francisco, I went left, and saw a city of ruin, and a Golden Gate Bridge wrapped in the same thick, slimy tentacles that were in my bedroom. In the frozen deserts of Antarctica, I went left and saw dark purple storm clouds that gave birth to bright flashes of green lightning, followed by the loud boom of an eerie metallic thunder. In the plains of Africa, I went left and I saw the tentacles stretching for miles across the earth, as hordes of mindless, zombified animals patrolled the wastelands, searching for unspoiled flesh to satisfy their hunger. I checked Germany. I checked Japan. I checked New York, Vancouver, Shanghai, and Mumbai. It was all the same. All rotten. All shrouded in death and darkness and putrid sweet-smelling toxic madness.
I checked one last location, fearing the worst, and yet knowing exactly what I would find. From the International Space Station, I sat in the reality to the left and I gazed down upon the Earth, and saw storms raging across the planet, the clouds all emitting a purple glow and flashing green lightning around the world. Where there were no storms, there was black smoke rising from the scorched ground below. The moon emerged from behind the strange, unfamiliar Earth, glowing in a deep blood red I’ll never be able to forget. The person who sent me the messages was right. It was all tainted here. There was no goodness left. Nothing left to save.
I felt the tears welling up in my eyes as I returned to my body in my bedroom, and sat up in my bed. But it was useless to cry. The world to the left was ravaged and left in ruin, but mine was still here. My friends and my family in that reality were lost to whatever horrible destiny had fallen upon that Earth, but they were still here with me on this one. Whatever the fate of that cursed universe, right next to ours and just out of reach, it was not my problem. I’d never have to see it, or whatever caused all that destruction again, if I chose not to. My world was here. My world was fine.
I decided in that moment to check up on my loved ones, and reconnect with everyone in my life who I cared for. I felt the urge to set up some time to hang out with my friends who I hadn’t seen in ages, to call my mom and tell her I love her, to email my cousin who just got married and had her first kid, and ask her if there was anything I could do to help while she and her husband settled into their new life together. There are a lot of places that I can see with remote viewing, but how much was I missing because of my obsession with seeing places I could never experience in the flesh? I realized I was craving real connection that could never be filled with the sensual imprints of the places I explore in meditation.
I sat down at my desk to start emailing the people dearest to me, and I saw the open chat box. I almost closed it. But there was a new message.
So now you know what’s coming. Will your world be ready?
Who the fuck are you? I typed furiously, and hit enter.
A moment passed. Then three dancing dots. Then a new message.
You already know.
The person on the other end was typing again, but it didn’t matter. They were right. My body was flooded with a sense of horror and realization all at the same time.
See you on the right side.
submitted by willows_closet to nosleep [link] [comments]
2021.09.23 12:52 -Vinnyy- So my hands were itchy, and I got Neymar on 2nd pull. No ss as proof cause didn't expect it. Anyone has a good manager or formation/tactics to recommend? I been checking the managers to sign everyday and didn't see the Bidewaide or something that you guys been saying thou
|submitted by -Vinnyy- to pesmobile [link] [comments]|