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I mean how would you feel if I set up a pistol pointing at your house from my court yard next door, while I told you not to worry because I would never ever fire it ? There is a reason that's not legal and seen as aggressive/dangerous on a domestic level. Why would it not be seen in the same light internationally ?

✅ fixed windshield leak with poliurethane glue. It was messy as fuck. 6/10 result. I'll have to clean up later. Damn that was so much challenging than it had to be cause I made the hole for the glue to come out too small. I was legit suffering because of how much force i had to apply to the glue pistol. ✅ unscrewed and varnished the wooden ceiling panels. Ideally I'd varnish it twice but I'd have to purchase another can. I guess it is important so just go and buy it. ✅ screwed in and " Fixed " The rear view mirror.

Stars of Clay Episode Two: The Girl Who Ran to the Moon Intro theme music: Amy studied the backs of her hands, from the pointed tips of her turquoise colored nails, to the faint little wrinkles above the wrists. There was something she was missing… something more important than anything else right now, if only she could remember… "You get it all?" Sandra asked, scowling. "I swear, if I get my hands on those little cretins." Oh. Right. Amy was checking her hands for ketchup splatter after two small kids, a boy and girl playing an enthusiastic game of cops and robbers, tore through aisle eight where she was stocking. It was cute at first (the girl had crimson hair like Amy's, so maybe she held a soft spot) until the taller, lankier boy fired a finger pistol at his friend's heart; she clutched her chest and fell back into the ketchup shelf in a slow, painfully dramatic demise. Five bottles hit the tiled floor and shattered, spraying half the condiment aisle--and Amy-- in dark, oozing tomato blood. Her new CloudWalk shoes were saved at least; a huge relief since they were as white as the name suggests, and remarkably overpriced for its promise. Sandra, her manager, had brought paper towels and offered to "help mop," which really meant standing near the mop to gossip about Bryan in pharmacy. Amy was used to it, she'd been at this job long enough to know there was really no one to extend a hand. It wasn't long before Amy was called up to work a register, and even less time before some cranky old lady was arguing over the price of bananas. To most, this would seem a very bad day at work; Amy just called it Monday night. She bit her tongue and explained, as smiley-faced as she could muster, that the store charges for each banana, not by the pound like in the dinosaur days, and that each banana would cost a dollar-four. "So if you're planning to buy three bananas, Mrs. Larkin, it's going to cost you three dollars and some change. Your total is right here on the screen, but if you'd like I can find a calculator--" "--Well in my day the customer was always right! Then you post-millennials got all 'woken' and now there's drone cameras everywhere spying on us shoppers, and 'employee rights'" - air quotes were applied to that last bit, performed by long knobby fingers trembling with years of abuse- "and now here I am being asked to pay over a dollar per banana. Per! Instead of by the pound as it should be!" "Mrs. Larkin..." "You know, I remember when water was free! Yeah, you could just step right up to the tap, and there ya have it. I want to speak to your manager!" "Well, I don't think the water was ever really free was it?" Amy couldn't help herself; besides the ketchup explosion earlier and Sandra's meltdown in the deep freeze, it was a rather slow night. "I mean, maybe it was really cheap, but you got a water bill, no?" "Your manager!" "Sure, let me get her for you." Amy suddenly remembered her customer-service smile, and quietly promised to stop being so cheeky. "But just so you know, I left her mopping up a huge mess, which usually doesn't leave her in a great mood... but if you really want me to... I'm sure she can come up and use her big fancy manager calculator." She cringed immediately and looked away, that was too far... But there was no reply, and when Amy looked back the old lady stood motionless, her head hanging low, an outstretched hand in midst of the particularly rude gesture of a bird. A long wheezing moan passed through her thin pursed lips, sputtering off to a dead silence. "Uh, ma'am?" Amy scanned the checkout center for help, but no one was paying attention besides the tall guy next in line. Kind of cute, thought Amy, if he weren't staring like a creep. Cute in like a nerdy movie star kind of way, she amended upon further study. She didn't typically go for brunettes but there was something magnetic about his eyes, green with burst of hazel around the pupils. When he noticed her staring back, the young man smiled and said, "You've already forgotten about the old lady, haven't you?" With a gasp, she snapped back to Mrs. Larkin, who still stood frozen by the paypad. Amy felt frozen too, except to reach out and touch the lady's shoulder. It felt soft and warm, like when she last hugged her grandmother. "Hey, are you OK?" she asked, and looked around again. Why won't anyone help? "Wow," the cute guy said, "you really broke one properly this time, huh?" Amy wheeled. "Are you just going to stand there?" she burst, panicking. "Get help! Call someone!" Suddenly, manager Sandra ran up from the back of the store, heaving. "You paged?" she asked between wheezes, "what's wrong?" "No, she didn't," said the tall guy. "What?" Amy and Sandra retorted in unison. This weirdo was looking less cute by the minute... "If you'll remember, Amy," he said, and stepped over to Mrs Larkin, then gently lowered her middle finger. "You never called for the manager. This lady asked you to, and you never did. And then, this happened." He bent down and opened one of the old woman's sagging eyelids. Satisfied, he stood and turned to Sandra. "No, she never called you, you're a diversion to get us back on track. On script. And if that doesn't work, they'll show up soon." "Look here, my dude," snorted Sandra, "I have no idea what you're on about, but if you have any idea the kind of night I've had, you'd shut your mouth and let the adults do the talking, mmmkay?" "Yes ma'am," he replied with a snappy salute. "but only if Amy here can tell me where she works." Looking to Amy his hand lowered, "and don't just say you work 'here.' What is the name of this store?" "Are you crazy? There is an elderly person here having a real medical emergency--will someone PLEASE call 911!" "You call them." He shrugged. "Don't you have a phone on you? What century are we in?" "Well I - Yeah, I'm sure I have one... around here..." Amy patted her pockets and searched around the register. "Where do you work?" he insisted. "I'm not stupid, I know where I work! It's-- it's uh... well, here. I work here. " "What's it called?" "It's called... Um, hmmm, hang on..." "Why do you have ketchup all over you, Amy?" "Well," she replied, looking down. The sour stench of vinegar and tomato wafted up from her splattered shirt. "Yeah, there was a thing earlier and... and Sandra said I couldn't go change because they might need me up on a register." She looked to her manager, who nodded with reassurance. "I mean, I think, right? I was mopping all that up and then... I got called up to a register." "You sure?" Leaving Mrs Larkin, the tall guy stepped to the far end of the checkout counter, eying the nearest exit. "Or, did you just find yourself here, arguing with that delightful young lady about the price of bananas?" "You're right... ," said Amy, slowly piecing it together, "No, I never called for the manager..." Shoving past Mrs. Larkin, Sandra stepped up to the register and grabbed Amy's hand, patting it softly. "Don't listen to him Amy, everything will be just fine. You can go home and change your clothes right after I kick that trouble maker's skinny little--aaaahhhh!--" The shrieking that ended Sandra's sentence was short winded, as the old woman sprung to life and sunk her teeth deep into the manager's veiny neck. No, not teeth-- they didn't look like teeth at all to Amy, they just looked... wrong. Too long and shiny, like rows of little golden daggers. Amy stood shocked, as tiny bits of Sandra were caught in Mrs. Larkin's deepest wrinkles; the old woman relished her meal with closed eyes--wait no, she had no eyes! Two black holes were all that filled Mrs. Larkin's sockets, darker than the loneliest voids of space between dying stars. Amy fell back into the shelves behind the register and knocked over a bottle of red shampoo, dousing her CloudWalks in thick bloody soap, completing the ensemble. "Amy, we need to go," the tall guy said, "right now. Please, I need you to leave your register and let's walk away. Carefully." "I -- I can't..." she replied shakily, unable to take her eyes off of Sandra. "Mrs. Larkin is a vampire?" "Something like that," he said, reaching out, "and yes you can. You can leave here if you want. But you have to want it, and quick before Mrs. Larkin is finished with her meal. Who do you think will be next?" The old woman released her golden daggers from Sandra's neck; then as if her lower jaw became unhinged, Mrs Larkin's mouth opened wide enough to swallow Amy's manager whole, head first. Her crooked body seemed to stretch and grow just tall enough to do it, and picked up a limp Sandra with very little effort. Before long she was sliding the feet down with a wet slurp. "Don't just stand there Amy, come on!" Like breaking from a nasty spell, Amy turned to him and, shaking her head, "I'm dreaming..." "Took you long enough, now let's go!" His hand stretched further, wriggling anxiously for her to take it. "Yeah," she agreed, and their fingers met with tingling excitement. Off they went and he led her past the other checkout counters and to the big exit doors at the front of the store. A large man with no eyes stepped on their path reaching out with long stretching fingers; Amy's new friend dodged expertly and rolled her around to his other side. "Don't let them touch you!" he shouted, and picked up an umbrella to beat off a persistent eyeless baby crawling around their feet with tiny gnashing golden daggers. "Geez Amy, are all the demon babies this quick in your dreams?" "I wouldn't know!" she replied, "so that's what these things are? Demons? These dream characters with no eyes?" "Something... like... that!" he managed through strong forward thrusts. "And you... can call me... CLAY!" With the last word the tall guy swung the umbrella low and putted the baby high in the air and deep into the store; they ran harder. "You know, that way you can stop referring to me as 'he' or 'the cute tall guy!" "You're reading my thoughts?" Amy yelled back, tearing her hand free but keeping pace. "I didn't know dream characters can do that! Are you like some special kind?" Clay didn't answer, just gave her one long look as they neared the exit. A calm night peeked through the glass doors and Amy could just see her car out in the parking lot. "They're not opening!" He waved the umbrella at the doors' sensors. "Ok we're going through..." "Through?" Amy slowed, wheeling in thought, "oh, I'm not good at going through things... especially in a hurry..." "It's easy, just don't overthink it. Like how we have so much time to discuss all this even though we've been approching the doors for quite a while. It's a dream Amy, there are no doors, not really!" "Ooooh, I don't know!" She winced. "There's got to be another way out..." "Listen, doors aren't important, we just need to get to the other side, the parking lot. Just close your eyes and think about the parking lot!" She did and, after a short woosh, when her eyes opened they were now running outside and across the dark, near empty lot. Her car seemed a lot further than she remembered parking, but her mind was on what just happened. Did I go through the doors, she pondered, noticing the big cheese-yellow moon hanging over them as they scurried like mice away from the store. Or did I teleport? I totally teleported, didn't I? "Something like that," Clay said, and she promptly ordered him to stay out of her head. "Really?" He replied. She could've felt his smirk from eons away. "I'm not even reading your thoughts, Amy, you do well enough alone to broadcast them out like a free concert! You know, in a dream, your thoughts still feel like they're in your head, but where is your head, Amy?" "All around?" "Something like that." Amy thought about what horrific things she might do to him if he used that phrase again; Clay requested she'd not go with shooting fireballs at him since he took so long choosing his outfit. "STOP IT!!" "I will when you will!" He shouted, and ducked as an expertly crafted iceball whizzed by, grazing an ear. "Oh good job, you've been practicing, huh?" Amy didn't know what he meant by that, and didn't have time to explain where she learned the trick because two eyeless demons climbed out of a nearby vehicle and took chase with considerable speed. Amy threw large iceballs at them but any that would've hit were swallowed whole. "Hey, you still know how to fly?" Clay shouted from further ahead. "Yeah I can fly! Uh, but I have to jump off of somewhere high..." "Oh you're still on that? Ok, come here." He flipped the umbrella down and pointed the long guilded tip at her shoes. "CloudWalkers, huh? That'll work." And with a quick incantation ("Hocus pocus... wibbly wobbly...abra kadabra!") golden sparks leapt from his makeshift wand and disappeared into Amy's shoes, now restored to a pristine white. The umbrella then opened high above his head and he lifted up and away into the night sky. "Now just walk right up to me, Amy! Actually, RUN!" With a narrow escape of gnashing dagger-teeth and long stretching arms, she ran vertically right up to Clay who was already high above the power lines. Each step created a literal cloud to cushion her climb, accompanied by a cute little 'poof'; luckily the eyeless demons couldn't fly. When she caught up to him she asked again about the creatures chasing them. "They're kind of like an immune system response," he said while they hovered well above the parking lot (Amy could see part of the town twinkling further down.) "Okay, or say that a dream is like a supermassive simulation with an aggressive autocorrect function. Those are the autocorrect. Correctors, I call them." "When things go wrong," Amy added, "or off script like you said earlier..." "Yeah, the correctors are the number one reason you don't get lucid more often. They show up lots of times when you start noticing things are unusual, but especially if someone tries to tell you that you're dreaming. They get real nasty then. And it's not hard to keep you on track, they just swallow the evidence, literally." "Well I don't remember seeing any dream characters like that before! It's certainly not something to forget..." "Of course not. When they destroy the evidence it's like it never happened, including their sudden appearance. You just go on with the dream, maybe under new circumstances that you believe were always there. The mind adapts. And when all else fails, they'll just eat you. Then you wake up and poof-- it's like it's never happened." "So that's why I don't remember so many of my dreams?" A topic heavy on Amy's mind as of late. "Something like-- "Don't even!" "Sometimes." He said instead, and began to lift higher and higher to the pull of his umbrella; Amy thought he looked more like Mary Poppins now than a handsome movie star (well I guess he could be both...) "And sometimes you just have really awful memory," he added, and dodged a whizzing fireball or two. He swung the umbrella far away to avoid losing his fabric vehicle to Amy's fiery retaliation-- "Hey I'm flying here!" "Fly away then, you're no help!" But before she could spray him with a barrage of fire and ice, a helicopter zoomed up from the parking lot and three more correctors leapt out, diving straight for the quarreling duo. "Follow me!" yelled Clay "to my ship, quick! Straight to the moon!" "Your ship in on the moon? But it's so far!" "Something like that..." he muttered. Holding his free hand up to the moon, he pinched his fingers together, then pulled them apart like zooming in on a virtual tablet. The moon stretched and grew from the size of a watermelon to taking up the whole of Amy's view. When awake, she had seen close ups of the moon but never knew the rocky craters to have such an iridescent shimmer. "And my ship's not on the moon..." he corrected, "it is the moon." One of the large craters opened up like from a cheesy old sci-fi movie, and Amy marveled that she'd even dream up such a thing. It seemed totally out of the norm of her usual dream-fare, to have some irritably handsome mind reader whisk her away to the moon. Maybe it was the special tea she had last night at Evelyn's party....(I was at a party last night, right?) Or perhaps from binging too much Professor Zero on DisFlix. She CloudWalked (or rather, cloud-ran,) right inside the crater behind Clay, and after a short swirling vortex of a tunnel, found herself stepping into the dark cockpit of a futuristic looking spaceship; her shoes no longer created little clouds on the metallic floor. A lanky sillhouete of Clay shifted across the small cabin to the pilot's seat on the left, partially illuminated by the glow from a multitude of prismatic buttons and switches comprising a ridiculously large dashboard. A giant screen towered above, displaying a moon-sized Earth on a dark and silent night. "Take a seat," Clay said, patting the other one on the right. "It won't bite. It will give you ten kinds of temporal massages and a total chakra cleansing--that is, if I can remember where the buttons are..." He scanned through what seemed like thousands of flashing buttons above the empty seat alone, and promptly gave up. "Come on, we're safe in here. The correctors can't get inside. Come on, take a seat... " "Fine," Amy said with a firm resolve. "But only if you start being honest with me. No more 'something like that' crap, just... tell me the truth, even if you don't think I'd understand." "The truth? Sorry Amy, but I'm not here to tell you the truth. I don't even know if half the things I could say are true. What I can tell you is that we can have fun, if you want." He patted the seat again. For the first time, she saw him. Sure, she had looked at Clay plenty of times by now, but it suddenly made sense who this was, yet impossible to put together into a single cohesive thought. Amy was flooded by memories of dreams she had as a small child. In them, there was always a special friend who bailed her out of trouble, or helped her to understand things as a scared little girl, or took her to amazing new places beyond her wildest dreams. When awake, she even had an imaginary friend based on this character, but didn't remember it being male, or of any gender, really. Eventually she had stopped talking to this friend and slowly forgot about them as interests turned to boys and clothes, or the worse, adulting. No, this was not just some random dream character, this was her most secret and adventurous childhood friend, back again after all this time... "Hey." (To be continued in episode three...) Outro: (Artwork by Shaun Power from MindVenture club)

First of all, I am sorry that you have to go trough all this. An adverse event caused by any medical intervention just sucks, especially if the direct benefit of such internvetion is propably miniscule in young patients. You have to realize that you are an outlier in this case, since close to 100% of vacc-recipients do not encounter any long term side effects after getting the jab. How would I know? Well, I have personally vaccinated myriads of patients in the last year, none of which reported any crazy adverse events besides the usual stuff (pain, fever, headaches..). The hospital I work at is also one of the main centres who work with long covid/vaccine-injury patients. We just dont see our clinic getting overrun by vaccinated zombies. The only unit that struggles is our critical care unit because of the 90% unvaccinated patients that rely on intensive medical procedures to survive. This goes hand in hand with the available data and is consistent with the anecdotal evidence of first line heatlh workers around the globe. Every medical intervention is at its core a risk/benefit calculation. Any intervention that is enforced on a global level will reveal even the slightest signal. So far, we have adminstered more than 8 billion doses of the vaccine - so any side effect that can happen will happen. Neither Leo, nor your body or your favorite vaccination-conspiracy can tell how you are gointo react to it beforehand. Its basically Schrödingers-vaccination where the subject survives 99,999% of the time. The same goes for the covid-19 disease. You could be a healthy, 20 year old with zero medical conditions and the virus could still fuck up your lungs irreversibly. Its rare, but it happens and I have seen it happening. I have witnessed a healthy 29 year old dying from Covid - unvaccinated. See, there is no certainty in anything - especially when it comes to complex and chaotic systems. Our minds of course, try to to cling onto every piece of illusory certainty there is - and thats where all the anti-vaxx nonsense comes in. All we have is propability and the informed decisions we could base on that proxy. Myocarditis/Pericarditis is a well known side effect of the mRNA-Vaccines and depending on what statistic you look like, its incidence is about 1 in 10.000-20.000 (with Moderna). Pfizer comes with a significantly lower chance of developing such events. The reason behind that is propably the lower dose of actual mRNA in the drug. Each shot of Pfizer contains 30 micrograms of mRNA, while each one of Moderna contains 100. Moderna comes with a slightly better outcome regarding hospitalization and death. I would not recommend any person below the age of 30 to get the Moderna shot. The risk/reward equation is tilted into the wrong direction in my opinion. If you are below 30, have comorbidities or risk factors and the Moderna shot is the only one available - take it. Otherwise, everyone between 15 & 30 should get Pfizer and thats propably better than not getting it at all. Everyone above 30 should get any shot available + boosters, regardless of comorbidities or risk factors. I do not necessarily recommend the vaccination below the age of 15. There is a new preprint regarding Covid-risk in children, which is pretty clear on that issue IMO: 38669115 (medrxiv.org) Its not true that Sweden banned mRNA-Vaccines in general, they stopped vaccinating the young (<30) with Moderna and thats a completely rational decision (as mentioned above). Pfizer (which is a mRNA vacc. as well) is still the go-to option for everyone. As you can see, there are systems in place that look at global events regarding vaccination and their adverse effects. We saw the smoking pistol in the vector-based agents (Astrazeneca, J&J..) with the thrombogenic effects and we did see it again with in Moderna. Suppressing such data on a worldwide scale is impossible. Regarding your pericarditis: Most cases will heal out without any lasting damage to your heart. I dont know your specific condition but you should definitely talk to a local cardiologist about that. I cant raelly help you with the prognosis because I would need to take a look at your test-results. Is there scar tissue in the pericard? Is there a reduced ventricular output etc. There are alternative methods of dealing with this issue but I would wait and trust your local healthcare provider for now. Thats the only rational thing you can do at the moment. As I mentioned, most cases go back to normal, it just takes time. Any premature alternative treatment over the internet is highly amoral and could make matters worse. PS: The Pfizer vaccine seems to come with a high tolerability, even in elite athletes. 2 days ago, The Lancet published a decent paper about this issue: Tolerability and impact of SARS-CoV-2 vaccination in elite athletes - The Lancet Respiratory Medicine

Yeah that's the furthest thing from normal, go to a shooting range if you still want to have fun with rifles, or use an old one-shot rifle for hunting, or a pistol for self defence, but for some reason they just need to have an AK-47 collection in their homes? No one had rocket launches when declaring the right to bear arms was a human right, are we going to stick to this idea with zero nuance when we have futuristic lazar guns in 40 years? America sure is weird.

Honestly why are Assault rifles and shotguns still readily available in America? I’ve heard you can walk into a bloody Walmart and buy a shotgun with no licence at all. I get having a small pistol for protection if you have a licence and have been checked to have no serious mental health issues, but seriously this is a joke. America is fucked if they don’t sort this out.

Joseph Rosenbaum, his background includes a conviction for sexual conduct with a minor in Arizona in 2002. Anthony Huber, served a pair of prison stints stemming from family conflict, including choking his brother in 2012. Gaige Grosskreutz, armed with a pistol and had it in his hand when he approached Rittenhouse, who shot him in the arm.

I was starting to think Leo was totally infallible and had no bad opinions lol. Kinda nice in a way to see that even enlightened people have blind spots and biases. Would you blame BLM protestors for needlessly going out looking for conflict? If we wanna go with the "he shouldn't have been there" argument then it applies equally to the protestors, rioters, and looters. Especially the dude who ran toward Rittenhouse with a pistol in his hand and got his arm blown off as a result when he could have ran the other way. Rittenhouse only shot people who continued pursuing him as he was retreating... one hitting him with a skateboard, another wielding a firearm of their own.

"One rioter that knocked Kyle Rittenhouse to the ground, another smashed him in the head with a skateboard, and a third rioter drew a loaded pistol, which he was not allowed to have, unlike Kyle Rittenhouse and pointed it in Kyle Rittenhouse’s face." @Rilles — you're mentioning only Rittenhouse here, not the 3rd rioter that had a loaded pistol. You seem bias towards a kid that all he wanted to do is to defend his community. *We must not pick sides or condemn anyone; we must find out the absolute truth.

I definitely agree here. Combat was significantly improved with pistol silencer mechanic imo. I played it on hard. The ammo was scarce enough for me to focus on headshots but spare enough so that I could get into combat in each encounter. I loved grabbing someone, shooting the last person with a headshot and then executing him. As to story telling, I always say that originality is never quite the issue. It is how the narrative is structured and characters are developed throughout the experience. I think LoU 2 aces that most important part. Even the most cliche of stories can be turned into masterpieces with the right execution. But of course the best mix would be originality + execution What sort of stories do you create?

(Juan Cruz Giusto & TimStr wrote summaries for this episode. I combined them and added more stuff from the episode.) 251. Summary: A Three Step Formula To Be Ruthlessly Effective At Anything -This three step formula can make you world class at anything you commit yourself to (business, school, music, art, sports, meditation, relationships, sexuality, and so forth.) Find one super effective tactic and exploit it! That’s it! 1) Find and Set an Intention Set a deliberate, clear intention for what you want to be ruthlessly effective at. Select your domain. Be specific. What do you want exactly? Why do you want it? Make sure your goal is important to you. (ep: Set S.M.A.R.T. goals [14 mins]) “I’m gonna be ruthlessly effective at ___________. I'm really serious about this. This is my mission! This is what I've set out to do!!” 2) Find a High-Yield Technique A high-yield technique is one that’s been proven to work by generating tangible results for you. Ideally it should yield a disproportionate amount of tangible results. This step does much of the heavy lifting in this formula. eg: Cutting 300 calories a day to lose weight is one tactic, but cutting 300 calories from sugar creates disproportionate results. Pareto’s principle. “But Leo, how do I find one of these high yield techniques?” Fortunately, you don't have to invent any brilliant, genius techniques. Keep your intention clear, strong and at the forefront of your mind. Eventually various techniques will naturally cross your path, some through research, some through trial and error, some through sheer luck. Do your research, talk to people. Collect different techniques and ideas. Sample them and see which tactic jumps out at you. You just have to stay vigilant, so when a high-yield technique comes your way you’ll recognize it and remember it. eg: Leo discovered this formula while studying enlightenment. He was researching a ton of meditation and self-inquiry techniques, reading lots of books, going to workshops and asking people questions. He read about one particular technique that worked really well. He sat down, tried it, and his mind just locked in on it. He could see it was a high yield technique just by doing it for an hour. eg: Corn farming tactics. You could try buying a new plot of land. You could try a new strain of corn that grows bigger? You could change the fertilizer for your corn? Or water your plants on a different schedule? Get a new sprinkler system? Hire a corn specialist to help you? Trade in your last cow for some magic beans? Once you’ve decided on a high-yield technique, convert it into a daily habit. 3) Make It a Habit Making the high-yield technique a habit creates a multiplicative effect. Practicing everyday will make exponential growth happen over months and years. You can practice a technique for 30 to 60 mins a day. However, if you can only do 5 to 10 minutes a day that could be enough, because that practice will accumulate over time (depending on what you’re trying to master.) Planning Out Your Daily Habit Decide exactly when in your day you're going to do it. How it's going to happen. Make a 100% commitment, no exceptions, no excuses. Recognize the huge pay off you’ll get by staying consistent and carrying this through, everyday, over months and years. Tips on High-Yield Techniques -You have to sample a bunch of techniques to get an intuitive feel for what clicks. -Magic pills don't exist. Most people expect to find one technique that will solve all their problems very quickly. If such a tactic existed, you’d already know about it. -High yield techniques give you incremental increases, but are still extremely powerful when multiplied by time. High yield means it's relatively high yield. In absolute terms it might only give you, say, a 1% increase in your sales or sense of humour. But that 1% multiplied over a year, or several years, adds up to a lot. -High yield techniques are often deceptively simple. They're so simple they get dismissed and overlooked! Professional boxers often hold dumbbells while practicing their punches. Magnus Carlson practiced chess on computer, allowing him to play way more practice matches than Grandmasters in previous generations. Oprah started public speaking at the age of 3 by being the cute kid who preached in church. John Wooden, Hall of Fame basketball coach, would spend the first practice teaching future NBA superstars how to put on their socks. He had to do this because players would often hurt their feet because of improper sock placement! -Most people come across many high-yield techniques, but they don’t understand the significance of what they've found. They also don't know how to follow through with this three step formula. They don't take it seriously and they wonder why their life is lacklustre. Examples of Applying This Formula Developing a Good Sense of Humour 1) Set the Intention: “I’m going to be great at making people laugh.” 2) Find a High-Yield Technique: Leo’s episode “How To Be Funny” has a visualization technique in it that will make you funnier. Also, there are lots of great books on joke writing. The Comedy Bible by Judy Carter is great. Same with The Comic Toolbox by John Vorhaus. 3) Make it a Habit: Commit to doing the visualization in Leo’s video everyday, no excuses. Or, commit to carrying a notebook that you collect ideas in. Then, at the end of the day, read through the notebook and write jokes for 30 minutes. Business 1) Set the Intention: “I’m going to be great at marketing my business.” 2) Find a High-Yield Technique: Let's say your research leads you to revamping your newsletter. 3) Make it a Habit: Now, every single day, 100% commitment with no excuses. First thing in the morning, you spend 60 minutes writing copy for your newsletter. Then you add that to your autoresponder and see how people react to it. Does it increase sales? Do you need to adjust things to make it more appealing? Do that every single day, for the next six months and then watch what happens to your sales. eg: Entrepreneur Ramit Sethi did some market research for piano teachers. He discovered that sales could be increased by marketing to Asian and Jewish moms who thought piano lessons would help their kids get into Harvard. Romantic Relationships 1) Set the Intention: “I want a more loving relationship with my partner.” 2) Find a High-Yield Technique: After researching books and videos, let’s say you’ve decided that, everyday, you’ll find three things you appreciate about your partner and tell it to her. 3) Make it a Habit: Commit 100%, everyday. No excuses. Plan when and where you’ll do it. During your lunch break? In the afternoon or evening? What will you say? Figure out if you have any reservations about expressing your appreciation and why. Do you need to improve your communication skills? Plan out the logistics, then do it. You’ll see big results if you multiply that out by three, six or twelve months. Studying for School 1) Set the Intention: “I want to make the honor roll and get into medical school.” 2) Find a High-Yield Technique: A good one is to read your textbook every day and take notes on what you've read (especially before lecture). It’s super simple, but if you do that everyday you're going to become a rock star student. Being effective at school is actually pretty simple. There are many, many techniques: Developing a super powered memory and becoming a super-learner. Jim Kwik’s book “Limitless” is great. Same with Harry Lorayne’s books. Teaching what you’ve learned to someone else. That forces you to understand the material and will also uncover gaps in your knowledge. 3) Make it a Habit: Commit to your new habit, no excuses, everyday, until you crush final exams and become a doctor. Increasing Confidence 1) Set the Intention: “I want to radiate confidence and presence.” 2) Find a High-Yield Technique: Let’s say you’ve done some research, and you want to get good at holding strong eye contact with people. You try it out and notice, “when I actually hold eye contact with the waitress, I feel more confident.” That tells you this technique is actually producing some results. 3) Make it a Habit: Commit to doing it everyday, with every interaction (cashiers, servers, co-workers, friends, family, etc.) Over three, six, twelve months, you’ll see how far you’ve developed the habit and ease of holding strong eye contact and being confident. Losing Weight and Becoming Healthier 1) Set the Intention: “I’m going to nourish my body and optimize my health.” 2) Find a High-Yield Technique: Having Leo’s “Actualized Soup” for lunch everyday. Replacing ⅓ of my meals with veggie soup, basically. 3) Make it a Habit: I’ll cook the soup on Sunday while listening to some podcasts. I’ll divide the soup into seven glass containers for the week. If I’m having a super busy week, I’ll make a “lazy” version of the soup that’s less tasty, but just as nutritious. (This actually helps you lose weight by the way. You can make a decadent soup for maximum taste, or a lazy version if you're busy. Just buy frozen stir-fry veggies, chop them up, buy pre-made organic broth, toss it all together with spices, salt, meat, boil until veggies are cooked, and you have lazy veggie soup for the week! Easy and nutritious!) Deliberate Practice This formula works because it leverages deliberate practice. Regular practice tends to be mindless repetition. Deliberate practice requires focused attention and is conducted with the specific goal of improving performance. With deliberate practice, you break the overall process down into parts, identify your weaknesses, test new strategies for each section, and then integrate your learning into the overall process. Deliberate practice is integral to attaining world-class mastery in any field. Every world-class performer does this. In a study of figure skaters, medium level performers spent more time practicing moves they were already good at. Top performers spent more time mastering unfamiliar, difficult moves and falling on their ass. Chris Rock practices jokes away from his usual fans, like in front of retirees in Florida. He’ll also read his jokes without inflection, to see if audiences respond to the content of his writing, and not just his well honed comedic charisma. Watch Eminem challenge himself by rhyming with orange. -Actualized.org presents a lot of high-yield techniques. So, you can’t use the excuse that you’re lacking high yield techniques. Master the Inner Game of Money Stop Caring What People Think of You Clean Up Your Meanings and Mental Filters Clean Up How You Interpret Reality Make People Laugh Master Your Emotions Go From Victim to Victor Have a Great Relationship Accept Yourself Realize Who’s Actually God How to Not Be Lonely When You’re Alone Stop Being an Asshole Forgive Assholes Turn Your GF into a Water Pistol -The best techniques are oftentimes very innocent looking. Profound, impactful techniques can look so darn simple that you’d never expect them to yield a $10 million business, or show you enlightenment, or help you create an amazing marriage, etc. -Success often comes from very simple habits, done over and over again, consistently, with deliberate intention and 100 percent commitment. -So, recognize the significance of this formula and high yield techniques. Start to see how big of an impact this could have on the quality of your life, over five, ten, twenty years. It’s the difference between a crappy life, a mediocre life and an absolutely extraordinary life that you love and that other people couldn't even dream of. -Warning!! The world is hell-bent on distracting you and knocking you off the path. We live in a distraction oriented culture. Focus is required at every step of the way. 1) Set and keep your intention. Notice that you have to both set and keep your intention. That means you don't just set your intention once and forget about it. It means that every single day you set and recommit to your intention. “I want to be great at cultivating deep, loving relationships.” “I want to have a sharp memory and be a super-learner.” “I want to get into law school and become a human rights attorney for the United Nations.” Check out Leo’s episode on S.M.A.R.T. goals. (Specific. Measurable. Attainable. Realistic. Time Sensitive.) Another one on Setting Powerful Goals 2) Remember that high yield techniques are out there. Just stay open and vigilant to new techniques that cross your path. 3) Turn it into a habit. Plan out the habit, create it and follow through on that habit, every single day, without fail. That will require tons of focus, because you're going to get distracted by video games, Netflix marathons, good food, good relationships, bad relationships, work, family, health concerns, life crises, the Actualized.org forum, etc. -So maintain your focus. Keep your intention. Write it on your bathroom mirror. Stay grounded in your vision, and trust that if you apply all this, you're going to get amazing results.

Hi @Leo Gura It certainly IS amusing, because all the exact things you said in your "I'm leaving" video you now describe as signs of delusion - or is this one of those situations where it only applies to anyone who isn't you? I guess if YOU say that YOU are the most awakened person on the planet who has mystical healing powers then that's OK, but if someone ELSE said it then it would be delusional - am I understanding this correctly? One thing I will say is that if I misread this whole thing as your attempt to correct for last years absurd bullshit, when in actuality you are sticking to your guns, then I can only apologise, and don't worry I will soon correct the record and let my audience know that you are still in fact completely delusion. Again I would ask you to confirm exactly when you will begin to cure all human diseases, and instantaneously solve every problem for humanity. If you could do it by the end of this week that would be awesome. I thought I had made it fairly clear that I don't study your "body of work" because I don't think it is anything beyond a YouTube channel by an inexperienced and sometimes delusional young man. You are not some wizened sage who is worth seriously studying mate, and so I choose to invest my energies into material of a higher caliber. For all the points below I am happy to go and get the actual quotes if you deem it necessary - but do I really need to do this? its all in the first video straight from the horses mouth. I think this is a big part of your problem - I don't think you even know half the shit you have said. That is why your content is so contradictory, but anyway here is some rough counterpoints for you to chew on. No you haven't been promoting psychedelic safety since day one - don't be absurd. Day one of what? Your channel? Was it before or after you told everyone to take 5 MEO DMT or they were wasting decades of their life? Where is this public record you speak of? This wasn't a big criticism anyway so I'm not sure why you are banging on about it. Yes you did claim to be the messiah. You know when you say you are greater than Jesus, greater than Buddha, the most enlightened awakened person who ever existed on the history of this planet. The guy who was chosen by the universe to spread its highest teachings and gifted with the power to heal mankind - those are messianic claims you chump! In regard to the cult leader thing - are you simple? I have said about 10 times now that I DO NOT THINK YOU ARE A CULT LEADER. You do understand that a "cult of personality" is not the same thing as you leading a cult? Surely I don't have to explain the difference to someone as learned as you? So please... tell me again whose vision is clouded If you didn't want to correspond with me then just say so you big soft shit. You were the one who started it with the laughable bravado of "IF YOU DARE", so at least have the balls to say "I changed my mind". You are like the guy who challenges someone to a pistol duel but then comically runs off in the opposite direction when they say yes - its really lame, bordering on cowardice to be honest, and not what one would expect from a god-like being such as yourself. As for my unhealthy fixation with you - what can I say, there is A LOT of material here with you and your followers that just writes itself, and I think the bizarre mindset of this group is worth commenting on. Surely you would agree because you yourself have commented on other such groups, even in your recent video addressing the Jordan Peterson phenomenon - or is this another one of those situations where you are exempt... because Leo? I Think of it kinda like when SNL pokes fun at the ridiculousness of Donald Trump and his zealots, it works precisely because its true - and I'm sure it stings him for the same reason. The pretentious tend and egotistical tend to be burned most by ridicule. Finally mate, you don't have the last word on what spirituality is, nor god, nor anything - you are just a dude. Take care buddy

Or develop any sort of mental illness that needs treatment. Much easier to have that person become homeless, wind up in the prison system, or go on a mass shooting than to provide funding for mental health care services and social work. I had a next door neighbor when I was living in a low income area who was living with severe schizophrenia without access to treatment, who ended up being shot and killed by the police after having a psychotic break and waving a pistol at Police Officers who arrived at the scene. Could this incident had been avoided if this poor guy had access to the same sort of Mental Health services that wealthy individuals take for granted? I'll never know for sure, but it's a sad state of affairs when Society neither values or cares about people without access to financial resources and social capital.

“One” guy friend??? That’s like saying you’re going into war with a little water pistol. You should have a whole army of friends. No wonder you’re getting demolished. They don’t necessarily have to be into “pickup” in terms of actively studying and being part of the community. They just have to approach. Or be willing to sit there while you approach at the least. I’m telling you, the more cool guy friends you make, the easier this whole thing is. Female friends are good too. They don’t have to do anything but just be attractive and be around you. And if they introduce you to their friends, even better.

It's way too easy to buy a firearm in the U.S. It should take at least 5 years with different tests each year to be able to get close to a semi-auto rifle or a pistol. It's that way here in Iceland with pistols, you can't even own a semi-auto rifle as there's just no use for a civilian to own such a gun. If you're mentally unstable, then there's no way you're getting a gun because you need to undergo so many tests and doctors evaluation. It's beyond me how it isn't like this in every country.

Day 79-08.03.2021 Today was day one of my gaming detox, 89 days left, uff this feels like pretty much. But it was easy today because I don’t play often video games on Monday. My training was interesting today because I did 2 push ups for the first time after some days or weeks and I did high aasisted pistol squads. I also realised that training is a lot more exciting if I set goals for every drill. Tomorrow I just want to run for 11min (last Friday I lasted for 10min). My greater goal is to last for 30min. And on Wednesday I‘ll do strength exercises again. Now I want to list these goals for the next session: • do 3 push ups •do 1 less high assisted pistol squad per leg •do 11 knee push ups •do 10 high assisted pistol squad per lag •Lift 11 times every leg from push up position • do 20 squads •Lift 11 times every leg to the elbow in push up position •do 10 reps lateral movement with elastic bands •Lift 11 times every leg to chest from push up position •do 10 reps linear movement with elastic band • do 11 hip lifts from side plank position Another interesting thing is that I bought the book 7 Habits of highly effective people Teens Edition today. It‘s really interesting but I realised that I need to take notes on everything I want to put in practice and to make a to do list. Also I wanted to note that I really struggle with nutrition right now. See you tomorrow?? Peace❤️

I use this bad boy, daily when I feel I need it, or before training to improve my mobility. It's sooo good. When doing pistol squats, or skin-the-cats on rings, or even simple compounds, it's just a total game changer.

Nice shoes. Not sharp but nice. People always talk about the polished look. How about a rugged look from the 1930s Wild West movies, it's not like a rough look cannot look cool, sometimes it does if someone knows how to pull it off.. Tip - just wear a rusty leather jacket and boots. Of course you can't wear that in a mall. People might think it's period costume and assume you are cosplaying. But hey, in those good old days, people wore some nice things. What can be possibly more stylish than a cigar, a belt and a pistol!

Be careful with weird revisionist history based on what we see in movies. Wealthy and powerful Romans and others drank water that was transported through lead pipes. People drank out of pewter goblets that were 30% lead. Mercury was used in paint. They burned torches and candles inside their homes and breathed in the fumes every night before electricity. You have no idea what kind of weird toxins they were exposed to. They also shit in bowls and tossed it out the window onto the street. Sounds like fun, right? Their water was so fucked that most people exclusively drank beer to not get sick. Seriously? The #1 doctor from 5 centuries ago didn't wash their hands before performing surgery because they didn't believe in germ theory, and your dentist would be pulling all your teeth out without any freezing or anesthetics. Maybe you could get really drunk beforehand if you were lucky. If you're unlucky enough to suffer from mental illness good luck, they're drilling a hole in your skull. I would much rather have a random intern or nurse today than the best doctor even 100 years ago. Literally no different than today. You don't think if you were a billionaire you could have practically any woman you want today? I'll take my chances with modern women who shower every day, wear deodorant, don't have rotting teeth, and shave their bodies, thanks. This, in every way. My house is perfectly heated in the winter and cooled in the summer. There are no insects or mice in my house. I don't have to worry about anyone challenging me to a duel or trying to murder me, I don't have to walk around with a sword or pistol everywhere I go. Nobody is going to ransack my entire city and burn it to the ground and rape all the women. I can order any food from any cultural cuisine in the world and it'll be delivered to my home in less than 30 minutes. I can eat authentic Indian, Chinese, and Italian food all in one day. I can order any product I need and it'll be delivered to my home next-day, for free. I can fly from North America to Europe in 12 hours for $500 whenever I want. My life expectancy is 80 vs 50 for a king in 1,000 - 1,600 AD.

Been semi resting this week, and by that, I mean not working out twice per day but once. So I rested the morning runs from Monday until now, and only did evening flow workouts. I've been waking up at 8 AM some days, and 5 am others. It really took its toll on my body to exercise so much, but I feel well-rested now and feel I can start again with the double workouts. It's not really necessary, but I enjoy both of them so much that I'll continue to do them for now. Been drinking cacao finally since I broke the caffeine streak. The stimulation I get from the theobromine is so clean and pure its amazing. Currently drinking some as I write this. ☕ But I have to be careful with not consuming too much of it so the effects become stale. Maybe I'll alternate tea one day and cacao the other. Really missing my runs even though I've only rested them for 3 days. I had to give my Achilles and knees some time to recover. My Achilles have really been bothering me on my runs, so I've been foam rolling my calves well to prevent any further injuries. Also started to take a joint supplement that consists of Omega-3, vitamin-C, hyaluronic acid, and collagen. I took it the last time I had the "running flue" which was about 2-3 years ago. I was also trying to reach a full pistol squat. I had the strength to do it but still couldn't reach it. 3 weeks after taking this supplement I could do 5 in a row. So I'll be looking forward to seeing results from that soon.

Like kevlar can protect you against bullets, it can stop most pistol rounds at mid range, can't stop rifle round at point blank. Masks will not completely protect you against the virus, however they decrease your chance of getting infected. You are supposed to wear masks in tandum with other safety measures to ensure that the infection chance is as close to 0% as possible. Mask + sanitary + distancing + stay at home

Right now, being the unconscious human that I am, you can verbally give me as much reasons to not fear death as you want. But as soon as you point a pistol to my head, I shit my pants lol.

Day 22 If a metal plate was your awareness and bullet shots caused holes in it, then shamanic breathing would be the pistol. The breathing can potentially be dangerous to your physiological system. If a hole like this occurs, it's best to be lying down instead of sitting up with your back straight. If you remember the water bottle love-story I wrote about previously, this occurrence will add to a triangle of love. Truth is, I did commence the breathing while sitting a few times, for it seems to take effect even faster. About 2 minutes in, I forgot who I was in an unconscious, bullet-hole-like way. I don't remember standing up, all I know is that body balance was gone and I fell backwards onto my head. Pain was present, and I felt it, but thanks to the breathing I was also away from it, observing it from a third perspective. It didn't bother me. I've gone through similar "fuck ups" before: dropping an object onto my foot, hitting my thumb and so on. You, though, stay safe and don't experiment with shit like I do unless you have a calling. It's been 11 days since I last reported. Since then, I have been going through an ego backlash. They are tricky, because when they happen you are usually "too close to the mirror" to even notice. I found my shadow; I realized the thing crawling in the depths of my mind is a fear of practicality, a fear of lacking a financial stability. Understandable given my age, though I cannot pretend it's not what it is. The question I have been tackling in the last years, consciously or not, is, Where is the line between possible and impossible? It's a fascinating question because how would you know without practice? And the answer is even more fascinating. The answer I got has indeed scrapped many of my previous limiting beliefs about reality. It can be anything it fucking wants, and if you are a wandering adventurer like me, it's even better -- you don't have to wait for an eternity to experience it all. With the right assets and attitude you can experience it right now. As of today, I am not chasing after the ultimate awakening, but I very well could. In a way, all awakenings about love and consciousness are final, but some are more final than others. In the following days, through shamanic breathing I will work on my top strength; appreciation of beauty and excellence. I don't want to admit it to myself yet, but deep down I know writing is the ideal medium through which I strike hearts like a viper. And the fact that psychedelics are becoming more popular worldwide just paints the lilies. It's so exciting to think about -- I could literally take the reader anywhere! As usual, the sessions of breathing followed by a sleep resulted in vivid and crazy dreams. I discovered a whole new dimension to them: music. Indeed, a music was being manifested inside a dream. To add fuel to the fire, a deep male voice dubbed the plot; one epic beyond anything I had experienced inside a dream before. Though it came to an end, before the rains of awakening poured over me, I had bowed to myself and my eyes misted over with tears of beauty. I laughed and wondered inside the dream, for I had created such a beautiful show.

About the same speed as swapping a mag in a pistol. They have more expensive models which can fire 2 shots before reloading. But that's overkill. The laser sight alone should be enough to spook most people away. And if you miss, you can still always taze point blank.

1) Intention My intention for this trip was to consciously re-experience and release something which was probably my birth process. I am not sure whether this was actually my birth process but it seems very likely if I compare my experience to Stanislav Grof's description of a perinatal experience. I chose that intention because this "theme" was occurring for at least six of my previous trips. It was clear to me that something important, unpleasant and dense wanted to be experienced consciously and released. I was not thrilled to do this trip because I felt pretty good and I knew that, like my past trips, this one will be very unpleasant, confusing and exhausting. 2) Preparation & come up I went outside and practiced different movements (pullups, capoeira etc.). When I arrived at home, I meditated for 30 minutes and then I took the tab. During the come up phase I like to do Yoga because it helps to transition into the psychedelic state smoothly. After half an hour of that, I sat on my bed and was wandering about who I am. I was looking for the "I" but could not find it. At some point I noticed a feeling in my gut that was getting stronger and stronger. 3) A very complicated feeling After a while I had to lay down because this feeling was now dominating my experience. I recognized this feeling from previous trips, so I knew what was coming next. It was a very complicated feeling which is difficult to describe. It felt like a mixture of the following: undifferentiated pain, struggle and suffering, a sense of enduring something very difficult, a lot of frustration, tension in the head, a "knot" in the stomach which was accompanied with small convulsions. Similar to my previous trips, I had a strong desire to move around in my bed, crawling in and out of blankets covering my head and pushing with the legs. 4) Those poor babies This struggle went on for at least one hour. After some time I also felt anger and the desire to bite things. Furthermore I have noticed a shift taking place. The feelings of suffering and pain turned almost into lust. Towards the end, I felt that the knot in my stomach was gone and I could finally breathe deeply into my belly, which was very pleasant. Later, as I was more able to cognize what was happening, I noticed that going through this experience as an adult is pretty rough but just the thought that small babies experience something like this, broke me into tears. After grieving a little bit, I felt love, a sense of proud and empowerment for being able to go through this. It felt like this birth experience or whatever it was, was finally released fully. I was laying still, just enjoying breathing deeply. 5) Absorption into the LSD sound As I was laying around, I became very introspective. There was an interesting sound which I recognized from a previous trip. (maybe a typical LSD sound?). As I listened to it, I became more and more absorbed and fascinated by it. The focus on the sound was so strong that I only noticed in retrospect that "I" almost disappeared while listening to it. Shortly after that, my normal cognitive processes reappeared and I felt almost sober. As I opened my eyes, I felt joy, harmony, inner peace and a general sense that everything will be alright. 6) I went outside and met my old Yoga teacher I prepared some fruit and went outside because the weather was fantastic. I went to a park nearby, laid around and practiced different movements like handstand and juggling. I recognized an old yoga teacher whose classes I went to a year ago, he was balancing on a slackline between two trees. It was funny to see him because I remember he once told us in class that he is doing yoga for over 40 years, but here he was getting angry because he could not stay balanced on the slackline without falling off quickly. Anyway, I went up to him, we talked a little bit and he let me try to balance on the slackline. 7) Psychedelics and movement I have noticed that it is much easier to learn new movement skills when you are on a psychedelic, because you get a very fine tuned feeling sense. Joe Rogan once talked about MMA fighters who microdose which helps them to "see the movements of opponents before they happen". It was much easier for me to practice handstand and I could stand a few seconds longer then when I am sober. I also was able to learn how to juggle with my left hand in just 10 minutes and as I tried to balance on the slackline for the first time in my life, my yoga teacher could not believe that it was my first time trying this, because I could maintain balance, walk forwards, backwards and do pistol squats on the slackline almost instantly. 8) Conclusion I am happy that this birth process thing is finally worked through. It has been three weeks since this trip and I still feel much better. What I find surprising is that similar trip reports are hard to find. I have never heard or read trip reports about birth trauma except in Stanislav Grof's books. Christopher M. Bache also mentioned having gone through perinatal experiences in his book. I can imagine (because it happened to me in the past) that for someone who is starting to experiment with psychedelics and who had only heard trip reports about machine elves, consciousness, insights and God, could find this experiences to be very confusing and disturbing. 9) What I have learned - A "theme" such as the birth process can last for several trips until it is completely released, in my case it lasted for 7 trips - A lot of times, if the "theme" is not worked through completely in one session, at the end of the session you can feel like something is not done yet, there may be no sense of release or natural conclusion which feels very uncomfortable. - Also, during the days, weeks and months after some of the "incomplete" trips, I was feeling worse, depressed, sometimes very angry, addiction behavior increased and I had a more negative and pessimistic outlook towards the future, which made it very undesirable for me to do more tripping.