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I would stop the rapist, and then not be traumatized by it.

God is like a club ? a club of equals. Jk

There once stood a mountain, hiding amongst all the rest, in a place of existence far beyond worldly measure. The mountain was of heavenly form both within and without, and deep inside its echoing depths was built a kingdom--a vast network of earthly chambers all connecting in interlocking cylindrical patterns. Here Terrance the fourth, king under the mountain, ruled for countless ages. His daughter Sophia knew the kingdom like the back of her hand... better, even. She had spent many a youths wandering it's mysterious halls, godly palaces and candlelit courtyards, quiet as stone. Soon she would be mature enough to venture to the surface. Mother and father had been preparing her for this longer than she could ever know, despite all of the accumulated wisdom. There was just one final test... One last chance to prove she was ready. It's common for a mountain dweller to forget everything when rising to the surface (really, it's a welcome part of the journey). Sophia was tasked with remembering herself, with no help from outside forces. Queen Clara blinded her daughter's mind for just a moment - - then asked: "Do you know who you are?" Sophia looked around her bedroom with bright eyes, seeing it again for the first time. The Queen repeated - - "Do you know yourself?" Sophia now locked eyes with the questioner, as if finally recognising their presence and inquiry. Her eyes closed gently and she just laughed, whole-heartedly. Pleased, the Queen restored her daughter and wrapped around her in a loving embrace. "Go now, my child. Explore! I'll be seeing you around..." (art by Patrick McCollum)

(From MindVenture club) Listening music: Painting and Story title : The Forgotten City It's been so long since I've seen the City, I had almost forgotten the fragrance of lilles and roses wafting out from the palace gardens deep within. It was the first thing you'd notice, when riding a carriage up the winding bridge to the great arched doors. Then came the heavenly sound of music- choirs and symphonies reverberating through the stone walled city; funnelling out toward the lifeless sea in perfect blended harmony. They say the sea grew jealous of the exuberant life spewing from the city like iridescent smoke-- and that one night it swallowed it up whole under a bright full moon. Centuries passed, then millennia. I watched as the ocean swelled and found a life of its own. Then wanting a city, it retreated just enough to have room to walk and build. It sent life forth and the cities created were marvellous achievements of water. They did not, however, come close to the beauty of My City. The sea has become a beautiful creature, but it forgets way too easily: there is no need to build. My City has been in there the whole time, don't you remember? You swallowed it. It has always been there, singing. Pushing you, guiding you. Calling you back. Retreat now, under the full moon. Retreat and remember the city which sparked 'your' life. For you are not the sea as you've always thought. You are the City.

@Myioko that's so amazing.. @abrakamowse you see this? Hey I'd like you to make a comic for my Facebook group if you feel inspired

@Hulia I'm glad you liked it. It is my mind palace, I've moved out and given it to the club. Guess I'll get to search for a new place. proably Positano, not gonna lie. If you are bothered by not having edges to your worlds, then try thinking of them as dioramas:

If I try it I'll let you know. The important thing is if you see value in it. I'm digging the enthusiasm for exploration ?

@Hulia @Hulia@Hulia Depends on the night. Goes through cycles.

@Husseinisdoingfine so like a highlights reel

Do they really need a new title? Why not keep the original title and then say 'highlights'

@Myioko A recent flash fiction from the group: (please see picture first) The kid knew he was destined for greater things. For example, this painting depicts his first trip to the market alone when mother had finally trusted him with a small amount of money. Of course he would need a sword and sheild to protect what precious little he was given. He was one of those kids who really didn't know how happy he was, until much later when everything falls to pieces. At some point the older self would curse the kid- unaware this is coming from jealousy, not spite. To him, nothing is worse than remembering what was lost. The child is put behind him and forgotten. The wise adult looks back and blesses the child - for the days he spent frolicking through seedy alleys and bustling streets were not a foolish waste after all. Fun and games can also be practice. But not only that... he was sending forth as a beacon of youth... or a calling to remember. Remembering the kid, the wise adult passes away for the resurrection of the child; but this does not mean mortal death. You see, it's realized that there never was a wise adult--there has only ever been the Kid. One who merely pretends to grow up. ARTIST'S PAGE : https://www.artstation.com/pav327

As opposed to any other journal?

@Hulia@Hulia Doing good. Last night I had a vivid dream, but upon awakening I couldn't grasp a single image or thought of it. So I tried the methods I'm going to implement in the guided dream recall. It didn't help but I also was more motivated to get up and have some coffee.

Do you make ambient type music as well? (calm and soft, yet quietly rousing)

@Hulia hahaha you didn't need his money

I love all three descriptions and also experience great recall. ?‍♂️

Do you know your MBTI?

Are those descriptions of the experience things that you are thinking while it's happening? or things you come up with afterwards? How about next time it happens, try not to think about what's happening or any possible implications. Just experience it. Then report back if you feel the itch.

@GreenLight @Leo Gura most likely it's me ? thanks I'll have a look

Do you guys give the 'function' of the brain more importance than the kidneys?

And 'they' can ruin an 'OBE' like putting ice in beer.

@Leo Gura aw but the false one are so funny and distracting. ?

Totally understand that. Of course I have no idea what your childhood was like until you share, but being a child myself we can relate on some plane. Is this true? Id like to hear from other women on this... Do you remember what triggered it? You don't have to share, but do you remember? Same here. I was suffering at work daily because it was bringing out a side in me I hated. Ok, even if that's true, you're creating that reality right now by fuelling it with belief. What if you could believe that past aggravation by bullies now brings you a sense of calm, because you know who you are and you aren't a victim? Again, only you know your experience. But my advice is don't let the 'bullies of the past' continue to create bullies now. Please don't get offended by this: know I'm only trying to help because I care about you.... But you have already said that you get defensive very quickly. If you search deeply, how many bullying situations in the last year or so has not been exacerbated by the defensiveness? The next time you are feeling bullied, try this : just smile, wipe your hands of this, and say ' have a good day.' and then DISENGAGE. no amount of defending yourself will ever help. And it won't change their mind, only rip yours to pieces. I wish you would rephrase this as : "sex, flirting, intimacy and calm romantic music goes a long way to calming me down, but I'm open to finding inner peace as well."