Natasha Tori Maru

Exercise

I'm on it (after I submit this fucking work tender!!)

@Schizophonia why is crying hurting yourself? Problematic? It's behaviour not character?

@Carl-Richard fuck outta my head, boy!

@Carl-Richard can't quite believe you are tagged me in the edit because I JUST got done watching this.... CARL! Adored this guys expression. That voice tore out of him with visceral force between the beautiful range of high notes he hits!

You guys young chaps? Surprised health isnt no.1 Nothing matters without it.

@Ramanujan these stories are part of the red Pill narrative. You need to explore alternative explanations. If you start that way, what sort of precedent are you setting? You want to start transactional and then change the terms half way through? It won't fly.

@cetus sometimes I cannot comprehend people with these sorts of views exist... Then they appear on the forum 💀

Oh my god. UFO cover-up analyst? Is this some sort of attempted rebranding? Eric Weinstein is a clown. How is he getting platformed? UFO analyst... Someone kick him into a cement mixer 🤢🤮

Like Kaizen? The Japanese word & concept for positive change through small steps

This is the same belief being repeated without inspecting the root. Do you think you need these things to connect to a woman? What happens as you grow old, when you need care? What if you get cancer? Injured? Are unable to work? If you go into a relationship from this transactional frame, you will always attract someone who will leverage you for these things. What does it mean to connect for you? Is a transaction a connection?

Yep - nailed it. Once you get used to spotting this type of fallacy it is easy to navigate. But if you aren't well versed in it, when engaging, it has a feeling of being slippery, sly and just not right. Even when you cannot put your finger on it. You have to really pin the person down on the original claim and disregard the "Motte". Often repeatedly. It is quite a dishonest and disingenuous way of interacting as it can be a little ego wriggly mechanism. Sometimes people do present arguments that aren't initially clear and then rescind or amend their original claim - but they usually state this (for clarity to seek truth) rather than continue to push a line of reasoning that has changed in original premise without qualifying the initial mistake. I actually think some people engage in this way totally subconsciously and are surprised by the fallacious reasoning being called out. I view it mostly as egoicaly attempting to preserve the appearance of having been right all along.

I suppose I had enough memory to know I used to be a "Tash" and now I was not, never would be, that thing (Tash) again - because that thought was repeated. All memories? I don't even think I had time to comprehend a "self" before I was being reconstituted. It hit so hard and so fast, and the pure body horror took over. It was so encompassing there wasn't anything left of me but the feeling of the horror - and my visual field was hijacked in a way everything was sort of fucking itself and giving birth to my monstrosity of a body... The concept of being "stuck this way, forever, I have fucked up and its irreversible" was the biggest generator of negativity. I thought I flushed my sanity down the toilet. Actually this just made me recall: I distinctly remember thinking how I was going to explain myself to my grandparents. How I was going to tell them I was a tree/snail now. So there were definitely some memories. Same shit my mate who was watching over me recounted, also. I don't even know why I did it. I went through many years with a really pessimistic, black-pilled nihilistic outlook as my only comfort. Self torture - the weirdest flavour of connection. Some concepts are like taking a nailgun to the head. Have you ever done salvia?

I enjoy John Cleese a lot - and these topics in general. Fascinating.

@gengar my body receded into a snail shell - like I devolved into an embryonic state but was being reformulated into the shell against my will. Like, recycled. Imagine Kane from the first Alien film (directors cut, not sure if you have seen it) being remade into an egg. It was like I was being reorganised into the snail totally against my will. I turned to the table next to me trying to get away and the wood grain on the table infected me, turning me into a static tree version of Tash. I genuinely thought I was fucked. Like this is it. I am stuck this way. Forever. I knew it as truth in that moment. It was really, really bad. I will never do it again. It was more fucked up than mushrooms by far. It felt like an eternity at the time, but the trip was over really fast according to my handler.