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[HELPRT] Hi to all Malaysian 🆔s and anyone attending Kim Hanbin’s concert or even if you’re just a casual listener 😆😆I have a little suggestion can we try to memorize Heize’s part in Ferries Wheel. If you saw my video this is from the Taipei stop, you’ll notice Hanbin will look and listens to the crowd sing that part. Let’s make Mega Star Arena echo with our voices during that moment! Imagine the whole hall singing together Hanbin will definitely smile with pride! 😆 #2025THELASTPARADE #THELASTPARADEINMY BI JUST CHILLIN, 🆔
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Echo 𝕏 taking profits is one thing but liquidating someones project is something totally different. When focusing the community to look at your main wallet Echodatruth and EchoX while secretly trading from alt wallets Xoxo33, yodaddy, trustmebro, etc for profiteering is acting in bad faith. I dont see this as taking profits at all but rather halting potential future projects that benefit the community for a fast buck especially when some of these tokens were projects that you were part of and had inside information on, knowing when token creators are adding liquidity so you could extract just speaks to who you are. Know what you hold is looking like we know what you stole. The chain data is all there and anyone can see it. Community over influence

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THREE LANGUAGES. THREE LIVE AI APPLICATIONS. THREE COMPLETE RESUMES. 2 MINUTES, 27 SECONDS. ZERO HIDDEN CUTS. The first note looked like absolute trash. It had been scribbled on, torn across the top, crushed into a ball, and reopened live on camera. One job was partially split by the tear. Some of the writing was barely legible. ECHO read it anyway: It recognized the progression from cashier, to barista, to shift leader. Then it transformed a damaged piece of paper into a professional résumé positioned for the next step: café manager. Then it did it again in Vietnamese. Then again in Japanese. Each note was attached live. Each application was running independently in its community’s language. Each résumé remained on screen long enough to be read. There were no hidden cuts. We only accelerated the waiting time. During a week when most of the AI world was debating regulation, platforms, and what might break next, we quietly built a working piece of the future. 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And we built it for more than one community: LATAM. Việt Nam. 日本. You did not simply watch ECHO. You tested it. Challenged it. Corrected it. Shared it. And carried this company beyond 200M views in three weeks. So we are building the next phase with you. We are not merely translating an American product after the fact. We will continue developing Pattern Audit, Drift Forensics, and the deeper ECHO Premium systems that help people use AI with more clarity, structure, and judgment. At the same time, ECHO Careers will continue building practical tools for the person trying to get hired, change careers, prepare for an interview, negotiate compensation, or finally communicate the value of years of real work. And for the students and families preparing for university: We have not forgotten you. ECHO Academia begins rolling out August 1. We have already built new tools for applications, essays, interviews, degree discovery, and the documents families are expected to understand without ever being taught how. Careers and Academia are already operational across our languages. The dedicated website for job seekers and university applicants is complete. It will open in the coming weeks. This summer, we will preview the rooms one by one: Not rushed. Not reduced. The same standard of excellence for every community. Phase I proved the architecture. Phase II applies it to opportunity. 🇪🇸 LATAM Lo que acabas de ver no fue una maqueta. Las tres aplicaciones estaban activas, usando IA en vivo, y cada currículum se generó a partir de la nota que apareció en pantalla. La nota de LATAM estaba rota, arrugada, tachada y apenas legible. Aun así, ECHO convirtió una trayectoria real, cajero, barista y jefe de turno, en un currículum profesional orientado al siguiente paso: gerente de cafetería. No hubo cortes para ocultar el proceso. Solo aceleramos el tiempo de espera. Seguiremos desarrollando Pattern Audit, Drift Forensics y las herramientas profundas de ECHO. También seguiremos construyendo para quienes buscan empleo, una mejor carrera y una oportunidad real de demostrar lo que saben hacer. Y para quienes quieren entrar a la universidad: ECHO Academia comienza el 1 de agosto. 🎓 Las aplicaciones en español ya están funcionando. Muy pronto podrán verlas en acción. 🇻🇳 VIỆT NAM Những gì bạn vừa xem không phải là một bản mô phỏng. Cả ba ứng dụng đều đang hoạt động trực tiếp bằng AI thật. Mỗi CV được tạo từ chính tờ giấy ghi chú xuất hiện trên màn hình. Không có cảnh cắt để che giấu quá trình. Chúng tôi chỉ tăng tốc thời gian chờ. ECHO sẽ tiếp tục phát triển Pattern Audit, Drift Forensics và những công cụ giúp mọi người sử dụng AI rõ ràng, an toàn và có định hướng hơn. Đồng thời, ECHO Careers sẽ tiếp tục xây dựng cho những người đang tìm việc, đổi nghề, luyện phỏng vấn, thương lượng lương hoặc muốn biến kinh nghiệm thật của mình thành một hồ sơ chuyên nghiệp. Và đối với các bạn học sinh, sinh viên và gia đình đang chuẩn bị cho đại học: Chúng tôi chưa quên bạn. ECHO Academia bắt đầu được giới thiệu từ ngày 1 tháng 8. 🎓 Các ứng dụng tiếng Việt đã hoạt động. Những bản trình diễn đầu tiên sẽ sớm ra mắt. 🇯🇵 日本 今ご覧いただいたのは、演出用のモックではありません。 3つのアプリはすべて実際に稼働し、画面に映ったメモから、それぞれの言語で履歴書を作成しました。 結果を隠すためのカット編集はありません。 待ち時間だけを早めています。 ECHOはこれからも、Pattern Audit、Drift Forensics、そしてAIをより明確に、構造的に、適切な判断とともに使うためのツールを開発し続けます。 同時にECHO Careersでは、就職、転職、面接準備、給与交渉、そしてこれまでの経験を正しく伝えるための実用的なツールを作り続けます。 そして、大学進学を目指す学生とご家族へ。 皆さんのことも忘れていません。 ECHO Academiaは8月1日から順次公開します。🎓 日本語版のアプリはすでに稼働しています。 デモも近日公開します。 Try Pattern Audit + Drift Forensics free now: 🌊 🌊 🌊 🌊 For exclusive career content and professional releases: 💼 Follow Restrained Depth AI on LinkedIn. 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Origins of Whole Lotta Love, Jimmy Page came up with the guitar riff for "Whole Lotta Love" in the summer of 1968, on his houseboat on the River Thames at Pangbourne, Berkshire, England. However, John Paul Jones stated that it probably was developed from a live improvisation during performances of Dazed and Confused. Page denied that the song originated onstage and that he had the riff and the rest took it from there. The chugging riff sounds like twin guitars because Page is playing two guitar strings in unison, while bending one of them to slightly change the pitch. At the same time, John Paul Jones is using the same technique on bass guitar, doubling the guitar part in a lower octave. Page recorded his part while playing through a solid-state amplifier. During the two day mix of the Led Zeppelin II album, audio engineer Eddie Kramer discovered what he thought was some magnetic tape bleedthrough on Plant's vocals on the "Whole Lotta Love" track, which could not be removed, so he put some echo on it, and Page liked the sound. Page also employed a backwards echo production technique. Years later, engineer J. J. Blair analyzed the multi-track tape and found that the second guitar track contained traces of an earlier vocal track by Plant caused by microphonic induction of the guitar pickup. This thin-sounding vocal preceded the main vocal track in a manner similar to bleedthrough. It was released as a single in 1969 in several countries; as with other Led Zeppelin songs, no single was released in the United Kingdom. In the United States, it became their first hit and was certified gold. Parts of the song's lyrics were adapted from Willie Dixon's "You Need Love", recorded by Muddy Waters in 1962; originally uncredited to Dixon, a lawsuit in 1985 was settled with a payment to Dixon and credit on subsequent releases. Led Zeppelin performing 'Whole Lotta Love' live at The Royal Albert Hall, in 1970.
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Origins of Whole Lotta Love, Jimmy Page came up with the guitar riff for "Whole Lotta Love" in the summer of 1968, on his houseboat on the River Thames at Pangbourne, Berkshire, England. However, John Paul Jones stated that it probably was developed from a live improvisation during performances of Dazed and Confused. Page denied that the song originated onstage and that he had the riff and the rest took it from there. The chugging riff sounds like twin guitars because Page is playing two guitar strings in unison, while bending one of them to slightly change the pitch. At the same time, John Paul Jones is using the same technique on bass guitar, doubling the guitar part in a lower octave. Page recorded his part while playing through a solid-state amplifier. During the two day mix of the Led Zeppelin II album, audio engineer Eddie Kramer discovered what he thought was some magnetic tape bleedthrough on Plant's vocals on the "Whole Lotta Love" track, which could not be removed, so he put some echo on it, and Page liked the sound. Page also employed a backwards echo production technique. Years later, engineer J. J. Blair analyzed the multi-track tape and found that the second guitar track contained traces of an earlier vocal track by Plant caused by microphonic induction of the guitar pickup. This thin-sounding vocal preceded the main vocal track in a manner similar to bleedthrough. It was released as a single in 1969 in several countries; as with other Led Zeppelin songs, no single was released in the United Kingdom. In the United States, it became their first hit and was certified gold. Parts of the song's lyrics were adapted from Willie Dixon's "You Need Love", recorded by Muddy Waters in 1962; originally uncredited to Dixon, a lawsuit in 1985 was settled with a payment to Dixon and credit on subsequent releases. Led Zeppelin performing 'Whole Lotta Love' live at The Royal Albert Hall, in 1970.

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History She was 21 when the Nazis executed her. Her last words still echo. Her name was Sophie Scholl. On February 22, 1943, she walked calmly into a Munich prison and was executed by guillotine. Her crime was not violence. It was dissent. She had chosen to tell the truth in a country where truth had become treason . Sophie did not begin as a rebel. Like many German teenagers of her time, she joined the League of German Girls, the female branch of the Hitler Youth. So did her brother, Hans. Participation was encouraged. Conformity was rewarded. Their father warned them that blind obedience could become criminal. Over time, they saw it for themselves. As students at the University of Munich, Sophie and Hans learned about the regime’s crimes and the mass killings carried out in Germany’s name. They chose not to remain silent. Together with a small group of friends, they formed the White Rose . Their weapons were not bombs. They were pamphlets . Between 1942 and 1943, they secretly wrote and distributed leaflets calling for moral responsibility and civil resistance. They quoted philosophers and scripture. They signed nothing. They trusted conscience over fear. On February 18, 1943, Sophie and Hans carried a suitcase of pamphlets into the university. After scattering them through the corridors, Sophie pushed the remaining stack over a balcony. It was impulsive. It was brave. It drew attention. They were arrested that same day . Four days later, after a brief show trial led by judge Roland Freisler, Sophie, Hans, and Christoph Probst were sentenced to death. There was no delay . Before her execution, Sophie reportedly said, “How can we expect righteousness to prevail when there is hardly anyone willing to give himself up individually to a righteous cause?” She was 21. The White Rose was crushed. But its words survived. Allied forces later dropped millions of copies of their final leaflet over Germany. Sophie Scholl is remembered not as someone who sought death, but as a young woman who chose truth over safety and humanity over fear. She did not live to see change. But change came. 🕊️ Courage can be silenced. Its echo cannot. Repost Horror Room Instagram
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History She was 21 when the Nazis executed her. Her last words still echo. Her name was Sophie Scholl. On February 22, 1943, she walked calmly into a Munich prison and was executed by guillotine. Her crime was not violence. It was dissent. She had chosen to tell the truth in a country where truth had become treason . Sophie did not begin as a rebel. Like many German teenagers of her time, she joined the League of German Girls, the female branch of the Hitler Youth. So did her brother, Hans. Participation was encouraged. Conformity was rewarded. Their father warned them that blind obedience could become criminal. Over time, they saw it for themselves. As students at the University of Munich, Sophie and Hans learned about the regime’s crimes and the mass killings carried out in Germany’s name. They chose not to remain silent. Together with a small group of friends, they formed the White Rose . Their weapons were not bombs. They were pamphlets . Between 1942 and 1943, they secretly wrote and distributed leaflets calling for moral responsibility and civil resistance. They quoted philosophers and scripture. They signed nothing. They trusted conscience over fear. On February 18, 1943, Sophie and Hans carried a suitcase of pamphlets into the university. After scattering them through the corridors, Sophie pushed the remaining stack over a balcony. It was impulsive. It was brave. It drew attention. They were arrested that same day . Four days later, after a brief show trial led by judge Roland Freisler, Sophie, Hans, and Christoph Probst were sentenced to death. There was no delay . Before her execution, Sophie reportedly said, “How can we expect righteousness to prevail when there is hardly anyone willing to give himself up individually to a righteous cause?” She was 21. The White Rose was crushed. But its words survived. Allied forces later dropped millions of copies of their final leaflet over Germany. Sophie Scholl is remembered not as someone who sought death, but as a young woman who chose truth over safety and humanity over fear. She did not live to see change. But change came. 🕊️ Courage can be silenced. Its echo cannot. Repost Horror Room Instagram

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How corporate money, political agendas, and blind spectacle are quietly killing the soul of Indian storytelling, Tigmanshu Dhulia breaks it down. Taking the stage at the Rajendra Mathur Memorial Lecture, organized by the Editors Guild of India, filmmaker Tigmanshu Dhulia didn't pull any punches about where Bollywood is currently bleeding out. Addressing the state of the media and the film industry at the event, he laid bare how corporate money, massive hype, and rigid political ideology are systematically squeezing the soul out of mainstream cinema. His main gripe isn't just big budgets or crowd pleasing blockbusters. It’s that cheap spectacle has completely hijacked actual storytelling. When you look at massive hits today, the production values are through the roof, but try finding a coherent plot and you come up blank. Good writers are still out there, but they’re starved of real freedom, forced to churn out scripts that fit safe, market-tested moulds rather than genuine creative grit. Dhulia pointed out how things shifted noticeably after 2017, ushering in an era dominated by the violent, hyper-aggressive "alpha male" hero, where the entire narrative exists purely to stroke the protagonist's ego. On top of that, the heavy shadow of self-censorship and the constant fear of FIRs or social media backlashes have crippled creative courage. When filmmakers have to look over their shoulder before writing a single line of dialogue, independent thought dies. Art has always reflected society's biases, but when cinema becomes a direct vehicle for state-aligned propaganda or religious politics, it stops being art. Artists have every right to their political views, but when they lose the spine to question power, cinema stops holding up a mirror to our collective consciousness and becomes an echo chamber instead.
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How corporate money, political agendas, and blind spectacle are quietly killing the soul of Indian storytelling, Tigmanshu Dhulia breaks it down. Taking the stage at the Rajendra Mathur Memorial Lecture, organized by the Editors Guild of India, filmmaker Tigmanshu Dhulia didn't pull any punches about where Bollywood is currently bleeding out. Addressing the state of the media and the film industry at the event, he laid bare how corporate money, massive hype, and rigid political ideology are systematically squeezing the soul out of mainstream cinema. His main gripe isn't just big budgets or crowd pleasing blockbusters. It’s that cheap spectacle has completely hijacked actual storytelling. When you look at massive hits today, the production values are through the roof, but try finding a coherent plot and you come up blank. Good writers are still out there, but they’re starved of real freedom, forced to churn out scripts that fit safe, market-tested moulds rather than genuine creative grit. Dhulia pointed out how things shifted noticeably after 2017, ushering in an era dominated by the violent, hyper-aggressive "alpha male" hero, where the entire narrative exists purely to stroke the protagonist's ego. On top of that, the heavy shadow of self-censorship and the constant fear of FIRs or social media backlashes have crippled creative courage. When filmmakers have to look over their shoulder before writing a single line of dialogue, independent thought dies. Art has always reflected society's biases, but when cinema becomes a direct vehicle for state-aligned propaganda or religious politics, it stops being art. Artists have every right to their political views, but when they lose the spine to question power, cinema stops holding up a mirror to our collective consciousness and becomes an echo chamber instead.

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🚨 PUBLIC BOUNTY: I CHALLENGE NASA, Elon Musk, AND MAINSTREAM ACADEMIA. BREAK MY CODE, GET 5 LTC. THE ℝ⁴ CONTINUUM IS DEAD. 🚨 Mainstream astrophysics is a multi-billion-dollar echo chamber. They feed us fairy tales about "Planet Nine," mysterious "dark fluids," and infinite black hole singularities. Why? Because their entire foundation is built on a fatal mathematical crutch: the ℝ⁴ continuous void. Peer review means NOTHING anymore. It’s a cartel protecting broken theories. Code is law. Raw data is absolute. I don't have billion-dollar grants, but I have the absolute mathematical source code of the universe. Our IT³ Framework has been audited by supercomputers, crunching live ADSL queries against 1.56 million celestial objects in the Harvard/MPC databases. The super-machines couldn't break it. THE CHALLENGE: I am publicly calling out NASA, SpaceX, and every physicist on Earth. Run our discrete topological modeling. If you can break our math, I will send you 5 Litecoin (LTC) for a beer. This will be honestly earned crypto. Come and claim it - if you've got the teeth for it! Why Litecoin? Because LTC has 100% network uptime since its genesis block. It never crashes. Just like the true, discrete architecture of our universe. Stop running continuous ℝ⁴ simulations! Only discrete tests are valid now. Here is what we proved for the layman (Zero fitted parameters, p=0): 🔑 1. THE ANCIENT CODE REBORN: 2, 3, 5 The universe is built on the constructible field K = ℚ(√2, √3, √5). This isn't random. The ancient Pythagoreans knew this thousands of years ago: 2 is the female principle (matter/even), 3 is the male principle (energy/odd), and 5 is their union (marriage/life/fractals). This ancient philosophical truth is the exact algebraic engine that generates the fabric of space! 💻 2. THE 16-BIT DETERMINANT MASK When you calculate the mathematical determinant (discriminant) of this 2-3-5 field, you get EXACTLY 57,600 (the E₈ tensor square). Look at this number in pure binary machine code: 1110 0001 0000 0000₂. This is the 16-bit hardware mask of reality! It explicitly programs how many electrons fit in an orbit and how planets space out around a star. 🛑 3. THE ABSOLUTE END OF CHEMISTRY (Z=172) Why doesn't the periodic table go on forever? Because space is a crystal, and the crystal gets full! Do the math: 172 quantum elements / 43 matrix cells = EXACTLY 4.0. In crystallography, 4.0 is the strict number of nodes in a perfect Face-Centered Cubic (FCC) cell. The table physically closes at Z=172. Zero defects. Zero empty vacancies. 🌌 4. AS ABOVE, SO BELOW (FRACTAL SIMILARITY) Everything is built on similarity. The micro matches the macro. The Solar System is a giant, quantized Macro-Atom. The node coordinates are completely public and live on the internet right now. DON'T BELIEVE ME? RUN THE CODE. Open your terminal (Mac/Linux) and paste this exact command. It will pull the live ADSL database from the Minor Planet Center and topologically sort 1.56 million objects in under 35 seconds: curl -sL " | python3 Take the bet. Run the simulation. Try to break it. You can't. Because there are no miracles in physics. God geometrizes! 📐🌌 🔗 Read the rigorous proofs and get the engines: DOI: DOI: DOI: 🔥 Special thanks to our community user Billy Bolly for creating this cinematic masterpiece and inspiring the launch of this challenge! When art meets pure topological code, the illusion of the continuous void doesn't stand a chance. NASA NASAAdmin
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🚨 PUBLIC BOUNTY: I CHALLENGE NASA, Elon Musk, AND MAINSTREAM ACADEMIA. BREAK MY CODE, GET 5 LTC. THE ℝ⁴ CONTINUUM IS DEAD. 🚨 Mainstream astrophysics is a multi-billion-dollar echo chamber. They feed us fairy tales about "Planet Nine," mysterious "dark fluids," and infinite black hole singularities. Why? Because their entire foundation is built on a fatal mathematical crutch: the ℝ⁴ continuous void. Peer review means NOTHING anymore. It’s a cartel protecting broken theories. Code is law. Raw data is absolute. I don't have billion-dollar grants, but I have the absolute mathematical source code of the universe. Our IT³ Framework has been audited by supercomputers, crunching live ADSL queries against 1.56 million celestial objects in the Harvard/MPC databases. The super-machines couldn't break it. THE CHALLENGE: I am publicly calling out NASA, SpaceX, and every physicist on Earth. Run our discrete topological modeling. If you can break our math, I will send you 5 Litecoin (LTC) for a beer. This will be honestly earned crypto. Come and claim it - if you've got the teeth for it! Why Litecoin? Because LTC has 100% network uptime since its genesis block. It never crashes. Just like the true, discrete architecture of our universe. Stop running continuous ℝ⁴ simulations! Only discrete tests are valid now. Here is what we proved for the layman (Zero fitted parameters, p=0): 🔑 1. THE ANCIENT CODE REBORN: 2, 3, 5 The universe is built on the constructible field K = ℚ(√2, √3, √5). This isn't random. The ancient Pythagoreans knew this thousands of years ago: 2 is the female principle (matter/even), 3 is the male principle (energy/odd), and 5 is their union (marriage/life/fractals). This ancient philosophical truth is the exact algebraic engine that generates the fabric of space! 💻 2. THE 16-BIT DETERMINANT MASK When you calculate the mathematical determinant (discriminant) of this 2-3-5 field, you get EXACTLY 57,600 (the E₈ tensor square). Look at this number in pure binary machine code: 1110 0001 0000 0000₂. This is the 16-bit hardware mask of reality! It explicitly programs how many electrons fit in an orbit and how planets space out around a star. 🛑 3. THE ABSOLUTE END OF CHEMISTRY (Z=172) Why doesn't the periodic table go on forever? Because space is a crystal, and the crystal gets full! Do the math: 172 quantum elements / 43 matrix cells = EXACTLY 4.0. In crystallography, 4.0 is the strict number of nodes in a perfect Face-Centered Cubic (FCC) cell. The table physically closes at Z=172. Zero defects. Zero empty vacancies. 🌌 4. AS ABOVE, SO BELOW (FRACTAL SIMILARITY) Everything is built on similarity. The micro matches the macro. The Solar System is a giant, quantized Macro-Atom. The node coordinates are completely public and live on the internet right now. DON'T BELIEVE ME? RUN THE CODE. Open your terminal (Mac/Linux) and paste this exact command. It will pull the live ADSL database from the Minor Planet Center and topologically sort 1.56 million objects in under 35 seconds: curl -sL " | python3 Take the bet. Run the simulation. Try to break it. You can't. Because there are no miracles in physics. God geometrizes! 📐🌌 🔗 Read the rigorous proofs and get the engines: DOI: DOI: DOI: 🔥 Special thanks to our community user Billy Bolly for creating this cinematic masterpiece and inspiring the launch of this challenge! When art meets pure topological code, the illusion of the continuous void doesn't stand a chance. NASA NASAAdmin

Dr. Logvinovich

16,710 görüntüleme • 1 ay önce

The Ghost in the Machine: How Player Pianos Sparked Protests, and What They Reveal About Our AI Future In the early 1900s, the player piano was a sensation. These self-playing instruments used perforated paper rolls fed through pneumatic mechanisms to reproduce complex piano performances automatically. By the 1910s to mid-1920s, they outsold ordinary pianos in many markets, filling American parlors, saloons, and theaters with ragtime, marches, and classical pieces. Great artists like Sergei Rachmaninoff and Ignace Paderewski cut rolls, preserving their interpretations for generations. It was automation that brought “live” music into every home, without the need for lessons or live performers. Yet this marvel triggered intense resistance. Composers and musicians saw it as an existential threat. In his fiery 1906 essay “The Menace of Mechanical Music,” bandleader and composer John Philip Sousa warned that player pianos and phonographs would “substitute machinery for the human soul.” He predicted the death of amateur music-making: children would stop learning instruments, families would stop gathering around the piano, and music would lose its emotional depth. Sousa testified before Congress, helping drive the 1909 Copyright Act, which created compulsory licensing so composers could earn royalties from mechanical reproductions, a landmark victory born from protest. As “talkies” and radio displaced theater orchestras in the late 1920s, the American Federation of Musicians (AFM) launched the Music Defense League in 1930. Funded by a tax on members, the union spent hundreds of thousands of dollars (millions in today’s dollars) on a national advertising blitz. Dramatic newspaper ads depicted sinister robots replacing human musicians, with slogans like “Is Art to Have a Tyrant?” and warnings that “canned music” would destroy jobs and degrade culture. The campaign targeted not just records but all mechanical music, including player pianos in public spaces. While there were no Luddite-style riots smashing machines (player pianos were mostly expensive home devices), the opposition was fierce: boycotts, lobbying, lawsuits, and cultural shaming of anyone who chose “the robot” over living performers. The protests did not kill the player piano. Record sales, radio, and the Great Depression did that by the early 1930s. But the episode left a lasting legacy: new copyright rules, heightened awareness of technology’s impact on artists, and a template for how workers respond to automation. We are living through the same story with AI and robotics. Generative models now compose music, write screenplays, generate art, and even perform. Musicians, writers, and visual artists are protesting in eerily familiar ways: lawsuits over unlicensed training data (the modern equivalent of the player-piano royalty fight), demands for “human-made” labels, strikes by Hollywood writers and actors, and public campaigns against “AI slop.” Fears echo Sousa’s exactly: loss of soul, authenticity, jobs, and human connection. “The robot is coming” ads of 1930 could run unchanged today, just swap “canned music” for “AI-generated content.” History’s lesson is nuanced. The player piano did not end music; it briefly coexisted with live performance before giving way to richer ecosystems. Rolls by legends now serve as priceless archives. Protests forced legal compromises that protected creators while allowing innovation. Yet real displacement happened. Thousands of theater musicians lost steady work, and the cultural shift toward passive consumption was real. Today’s AI moment carries higher stakes: it threatens not just one profession but broad swaths of cognitive and creative labor. Robots and AI could augment surgeons, drivers, teachers, and artists, or render many obsolete. The player-piano saga shows that raw Luddism rarely wins, We cannot stop technological progress, The music plays on. The question is: who, or what, plays it?
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The Ghost in the Machine: How Player Pianos Sparked Protests, and What They Reveal About Our AI Future In the early 1900s, the player piano was a sensation. These self-playing instruments used perforated paper rolls fed through pneumatic mechanisms to reproduce complex piano performances automatically. By the 1910s to mid-1920s, they outsold ordinary pianos in many markets, filling American parlors, saloons, and theaters with ragtime, marches, and classical pieces. Great artists like Sergei Rachmaninoff and Ignace Paderewski cut rolls, preserving their interpretations for generations. It was automation that brought “live” music into every home, without the need for lessons or live performers. Yet this marvel triggered intense resistance. Composers and musicians saw it as an existential threat. In his fiery 1906 essay “The Menace of Mechanical Music,” bandleader and composer John Philip Sousa warned that player pianos and phonographs would “substitute machinery for the human soul.” He predicted the death of amateur music-making: children would stop learning instruments, families would stop gathering around the piano, and music would lose its emotional depth. Sousa testified before Congress, helping drive the 1909 Copyright Act, which created compulsory licensing so composers could earn royalties from mechanical reproductions, a landmark victory born from protest. As “talkies” and radio displaced theater orchestras in the late 1920s, the American Federation of Musicians (AFM) launched the Music Defense League in 1930. Funded by a tax on members, the union spent hundreds of thousands of dollars (millions in today’s dollars) on a national advertising blitz. Dramatic newspaper ads depicted sinister robots replacing human musicians, with slogans like “Is Art to Have a Tyrant?” and warnings that “canned music” would destroy jobs and degrade culture. The campaign targeted not just records but all mechanical music, including player pianos in public spaces. While there were no Luddite-style riots smashing machines (player pianos were mostly expensive home devices), the opposition was fierce: boycotts, lobbying, lawsuits, and cultural shaming of anyone who chose “the robot” over living performers. The protests did not kill the player piano. Record sales, radio, and the Great Depression did that by the early 1930s. But the episode left a lasting legacy: new copyright rules, heightened awareness of technology’s impact on artists, and a template for how workers respond to automation. We are living through the same story with AI and robotics. Generative models now compose music, write screenplays, generate art, and even perform. Musicians, writers, and visual artists are protesting in eerily familiar ways: lawsuits over unlicensed training data (the modern equivalent of the player-piano royalty fight), demands for “human-made” labels, strikes by Hollywood writers and actors, and public campaigns against “AI slop.” Fears echo Sousa’s exactly: loss of soul, authenticity, jobs, and human connection. “The robot is coming” ads of 1930 could run unchanged today, just swap “canned music” for “AI-generated content.” History’s lesson is nuanced. The player piano did not end music; it briefly coexisted with live performance before giving way to richer ecosystems. Rolls by legends now serve as priceless archives. Protests forced legal compromises that protected creators while allowing innovation. Yet real displacement happened. Thousands of theater musicians lost steady work, and the cultural shift toward passive consumption was real. Today’s AI moment carries higher stakes: it threatens not just one profession but broad swaths of cognitive and creative labor. Robots and AI could augment surgeons, drivers, teachers, and artists, or render many obsolete. The player-piano saga shows that raw Luddism rarely wins, We cannot stop technological progress, The music plays on. The question is: who, or what, plays it?

Brian Roemmele

118,540 görüntüleme • 5 ay önce

IS THE SANGH PARIVAR OUT OF TOUCH WITH GEN-Z? RSS chief is holding a mega outreach to connect with Gen-Z. To understand them. That, by itself, is puzzling. After all, the RSS is the world's largest citizen-based voluntary organization. Its gargantuan cadre works in every nook and cranny of this country and therefore, by logical extension, the Sangh should have had its finger on the pulse of crores of Indians. Yet the very need for such an outreach suggests there may be a gap. The Jantar Mantar Gen-Z upsurge appeared to expose the Sangh Parivar's inherent ponderousness and the lack of any credible interlocutor to engage the protestors. This prompts a basic question: Why doesn't the Sangh get Gen-Z? Is it just a function of age? The Sangh top brass is long in the teeth. Its views are often cosseted by the social mores of an era gone by. It is ill at ease with the woke echo chamber that shapes parts of Gen-Z's outlook on life, ambitions, love, sex, gender and much in between. RSS leaders have, over the years, expressed reservations about pre-marital sex and live-in relationships, while the organisation initially opposed the decriminalisation of homosexuality before later saying it did not view homosexuals as criminals and that the issue should be approached as a social one rather than a criminal one. The reaction to this mismatch has been a trifle incongruous, with Sangh "uncles" dismissing the Jantar Mantar protestors as "five-star fringe" that shouldn't be confused with the "real Gen-Z". The "real" Gen-Z for these Sangh ideologues was a sanskari younger version of themselves. Those that paid oblations at religious sites, undertook arduous pilgrimages and contributed to "nation building". But all this answers why the Sangh doesn't get Gen-Z. It doesn't tell us why the saffron parivar didn't see the Gen-Z mood shifting. Here are two possible reasons. First. The feedback loop has, over time, been blinkered by ideology. The Sangh often envisions India through one lens. Perhaps, when it comes to Gen-Z it could think about using a kaleidoscope. The former instinct makes it more likely for it to bracket some grievances as subversion and some protests with suspicion, as seen in its early characterisation of the Jantar Mantar mobilisation. Second. A notion of political invincibility may have convinced sections of the Sangh Parivar that only it knows what's good for the public and the national interest. That's not to say the Sangh isn't prepared to revise its fusty approach. Bhagwat's own outreach is one way of showing that even the Sangh's avuncular top brass is contrite and cares for what Gen-Z thinks. Bhagwat has created an important opportunity for the entire Sangh to open a bridge to Gen-Z. Let's hope the Saffron parivar can narrow the gap with India's future.
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IS THE SANGH PARIVAR OUT OF TOUCH WITH GEN-Z? RSS chief is holding a mega outreach to connect with Gen-Z. To understand them. That, by itself, is puzzling. After all, the RSS is the world's largest citizen-based voluntary organization. Its gargantuan cadre works in every nook and cranny of this country and therefore, by logical extension, the Sangh should have had its finger on the pulse of crores of Indians. Yet the very need for such an outreach suggests there may be a gap. The Jantar Mantar Gen-Z upsurge appeared to expose the Sangh Parivar's inherent ponderousness and the lack of any credible interlocutor to engage the protestors. This prompts a basic question: Why doesn't the Sangh get Gen-Z? Is it just a function of age? The Sangh top brass is long in the teeth. Its views are often cosseted by the social mores of an era gone by. It is ill at ease with the woke echo chamber that shapes parts of Gen-Z's outlook on life, ambitions, love, sex, gender and much in between. RSS leaders have, over the years, expressed reservations about pre-marital sex and live-in relationships, while the organisation initially opposed the decriminalisation of homosexuality before later saying it did not view homosexuals as criminals and that the issue should be approached as a social one rather than a criminal one. The reaction to this mismatch has been a trifle incongruous, with Sangh "uncles" dismissing the Jantar Mantar protestors as "five-star fringe" that shouldn't be confused with the "real Gen-Z". The "real" Gen-Z for these Sangh ideologues was a sanskari younger version of themselves. Those that paid oblations at religious sites, undertook arduous pilgrimages and contributed to "nation building". But all this answers why the Sangh doesn't get Gen-Z. It doesn't tell us why the saffron parivar didn't see the Gen-Z mood shifting. Here are two possible reasons. First. The feedback loop has, over time, been blinkered by ideology. The Sangh often envisions India through one lens. Perhaps, when it comes to Gen-Z it could think about using a kaleidoscope. The former instinct makes it more likely for it to bracket some grievances as subversion and some protests with suspicion, as seen in its early characterisation of the Jantar Mantar mobilisation. Second. A notion of political invincibility may have convinced sections of the Sangh Parivar that only it knows what's good for the public and the national interest. That's not to say the Sangh isn't prepared to revise its fusty approach. Bhagwat's own outreach is one way of showing that even the Sangh's avuncular top brass is contrite and cares for what Gen-Z thinks. Bhagwat has created an important opportunity for the entire Sangh to open a bridge to Gen-Z. Let's hope the Saffron parivar can narrow the gap with India's future.

Rahul Shivshankar

22,835 görüntüleme • 2 ay önce

There’s one moment in the debate between Dave Smith and Douglas Murray on Joe Rogan’s podcast that I just have to pause on—because it perfectly distills the heart of the matter. They’re discussing the so-called “blockade” on Gaza, which Dave claims has been in place since 2007. (Side note: Dave frames the disengagement as a move to kill the peace process. But what process was left to kill? The Palestinians had already walked away from it years before) Now, when someone whose entire understanding comes from Wikipedia and self-appointed expert podcasts— someone who’s never actually seen the region with their own eyes or even come close enough to talk to people who live there— hears the word “blockade,” they imagine some medieval-style siege. A small city, completely cut off, with people rotting in sewage, starving, and dying of disease. It’s the kind of imagery that gave rise to the entire mythology of Gaza as an “open-air prison,” and eventually even the obscene comparisons to a “concentration camp.” A modern-day blood libel. Of course, the side under this “blockade” actively promotes that view through its propaganda. They know that people like Dave Smith will keep repeating it, building entire narratives and views around it, because it drives traffic and earns them platforms. And so, the false narrative continues to echo. Then comes Douglas Murray, and he asks the two questions Dave can’t really answer: 1. Have you ever actually gone and seen the situation for yourself? Do you really understand what the word “blockade” means in this context? 2. Why is there a blockade in the first place? (Because while Dave talks about the result, Douglas focuses on the cause.) To both questions, Dave essentially has no real answer. Douglas, of course, does. That’s the difference between someone who knows something and someone who thinks they know enough to speak on it. Dave’s best comeback? “So we’re not allowed to talk about places we haven’t been to?” Of course you can talk. The question is: should anyone who talks automatically get a platform to broadcast their opinions—opinions based on cherry-picked quotes and zero formal education or firsthand experience—to millions around the world? So, for Dave Smith—the ultimate useful idiot, always ready to embrace narratives designed to manipulate and weaponize him—I’ll leave a thread in the comments. It’s one I wrote a while back, showing what Gaza could have been: the trade deals, the billions in international aid, the port and airport they could have had… and what Hamas ultimately chose to do instead. Maybe then Dave will stop just quoting other people (which, to be fair, he does impressively—his memory is sharp!) and start thinking for himself about what caused what. It’s easy to quote, harder to question. And almost impossible to admit you might have built your worldview on someone else’s script.
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There’s one moment in the debate between Dave Smith and Douglas Murray on Joe Rogan’s podcast that I just have to pause on—because it perfectly distills the heart of the matter. They’re discussing the so-called “blockade” on Gaza, which Dave claims has been in place since 2007. (Side note: Dave frames the disengagement as a move to kill the peace process. But what process was left to kill? The Palestinians had already walked away from it years before) Now, when someone whose entire understanding comes from Wikipedia and self-appointed expert podcasts— someone who’s never actually seen the region with their own eyes or even come close enough to talk to people who live there— hears the word “blockade,” they imagine some medieval-style siege. A small city, completely cut off, with people rotting in sewage, starving, and dying of disease. It’s the kind of imagery that gave rise to the entire mythology of Gaza as an “open-air prison,” and eventually even the obscene comparisons to a “concentration camp.” A modern-day blood libel. Of course, the side under this “blockade” actively promotes that view through its propaganda. They know that people like Dave Smith will keep repeating it, building entire narratives and views around it, because it drives traffic and earns them platforms. And so, the false narrative continues to echo. Then comes Douglas Murray, and he asks the two questions Dave can’t really answer: 1. Have you ever actually gone and seen the situation for yourself? Do you really understand what the word “blockade” means in this context? 2. Why is there a blockade in the first place? (Because while Dave talks about the result, Douglas focuses on the cause.) To both questions, Dave essentially has no real answer. Douglas, of course, does. That’s the difference between someone who knows something and someone who thinks they know enough to speak on it. Dave’s best comeback? “So we’re not allowed to talk about places we haven’t been to?” Of course you can talk. The question is: should anyone who talks automatically get a platform to broadcast their opinions—opinions based on cherry-picked quotes and zero formal education or firsthand experience—to millions around the world? So, for Dave Smith—the ultimate useful idiot, always ready to embrace narratives designed to manipulate and weaponize him—I’ll leave a thread in the comments. It’s one I wrote a while back, showing what Gaza could have been: the trade deals, the billions in international aid, the port and airport they could have had… and what Hamas ultimately chose to do instead. Maybe then Dave will stop just quoting other people (which, to be fair, he does impressively—his memory is sharp!) and start thinking for himself about what caused what. It’s easy to quote, harder to question. And almost impossible to admit you might have built your worldview on someone else’s script.

Oren Barsky

384,370 görüntüleme • 1 yıl önce

"What are the fruits of Joseph Smith?" There are dozens of good fruits I can list-- our language training program the government tries to copy, our ministering program other faiths try to copy (and fail), our youth and missionary culture-- and so much more. But I'll focus on the three most important fruits: 1. The Book of Mormon I can't overemphasize this one. The Book of Mormon is the keystone of our whole religion-- a "sudden death proposition." All our claims live or die based on the veracity of that book. If it's a fraud, then Joseph, his revelations, the church he organized, priesthood authority, Joseph's successors-- everything goes with it. On the other hand, if it's true (as I know it is), then all that it implies is true, too: living Prophets and Apostles, priesthood, revelation, temples, dorky prom invites and carrots in your jello (obvious jk on those last two 😉). For 196 years, this book has been critically analyzed perhaps like no other book in modern religious history. No critic can account for how an uneducated farm boy correctly wrote inexplicable Hebraisms, dozens of short and long Near Eastern style poems, a story more intricate than Lord of the Rings with an internally consistent geography, verified distinct wordprints across characters, hundreds of names, interwoven storylines, rich theology, etc. Then to leave easter eggs for archaeologists and linguists to discover centuries later. He supposedly made scores of ridiculous (at the time) guesses about the Old and New World that were eventually corroborated by archaeology—making Joseph an astronomically good guesser if he wrote the thing. Oh, and he dictated one of history's most rich and complex religious texts in a single draft over about 65 work days. When you begin to study it, you'll find the case for the Book of Mormon is deeply impressive. The evidence, in the words of Farrer, "does not create belief, but it maintains a climate in which belief may flourish." For those who say "Well the Bible says any other scripture is impossible," we respectfully suggest that you're reading that message into 2-3 Bible verses when it's not there, and we'd be happy to explain why there is ample space in the Bible for continued revelation. 2. The lives of the people Charles Dickens (yes, that Charles Dickens) boarded a ship of Latter-day Saint immigrants. He fully expected to find the "Mormons" would fit the stereotypes he'd heard, and was prepared to write about all the horrid things he saw. But after observing the Saints, he wrote: "To my great astonishment they did not deserve it; and my predispositions and tendencies must not affect me as an honest witness. I [felt] it impossible to deny that, so far, some remarkable influence had produced a remarkable result, which better known influences have often missed... [they are] in their degree, the pick and flower of England." Most people who join our Church don't become interested by an ad for a free copy of the Book of Mormon or a 19-year-old in a suit. It's because they knew members of our Church and could tell, like Dickens, that there was something wonderfully different in their lives. And it's not anecdotes; it's quantifiable. The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints produces higher outcomes in longevity, marital happiness, family togetherness, income, education, health, and virtually every other positive socioeconomic indicator there is. They are more devoted to God and more biblically literate than any other Christian faith per Pew Research. If you're interested in the stats, Clint Teeples has made it his hobby to accumulate all that data-- check his account for the receipts. Latter-day Saints are happier, more devoted to God, and successful in their personal lives than virtually any other group in America. That's because of the truths we build our lives on-- the truths we learned from the revelations of Joseph Smith. What about the "bad fruits?" "He was a con man, a fraud, an adulterer, etc!" None of those things are true. Dig past Reddit anti-Mormonism and look at the actual history. It's not that hard-- this was the nineteenth century-- not the ninth, after all. Thousands and thousands of documents-- journal entries and meeting minutes and newspaper accounts, etc. And I'm sure it will come as a shock 😉, but most credentialed historians aren't Latter-day Saints. Yet what do they see when they study his life? A get-rich-quick scheme? No. He lived and died penniless (and often houseless). He died in debt in large part because he was too generous with people who came asking. And he broke the mold by insisting members not be paid for their part-time service in the Church. A sorcerer and a gold-digger? No. He was as superstitious as other 19th-century rural Americans as a youth, then abandoned his superstitions when he began his work as a prophet. A philanderer? No. And the inspired, temporary practice of polygamy is a subject deserving a much longer explanation than a few sentences here. Historians as a group do not accept Joseph as a Prophet. But they almost universally acknowledge Joseph was sincere-- that Joseph truly believed God had spoken to him, that he believed the revelations he received. Even to the extent that as he knew he was about to die, he turned to the Book of Mormon (which he supposedly fabricated) for comfort and inspiration as he went to his Maker. Get past the sound bytes and caricatures and get to know Joseph Smith. 3. The ultimate fruit: Revelation I have studied the fruits of the Book of Mormon for 30 years. I have studied the fruits of Church membership for a little longer than that. I have studied Joseph's life and read the gamut of literature from apologetic to apoplectic. Most importantly, I have prayed to God about these things and received pure light and knowledge to my mind-- not "some warm fuzzies," but a divine witness, a seal, confirming to my spirit and my intellect the authenticity of the Book of Mormon and all that it implies. I echo all the words of Elder Jeffrey R. Holland below and likewise ask that my testimony "be recorded by men on earth and angels in heaven." I wish I could make the whole world know that I know. The Book of Mormon is true. And Joseph Smith was a Prophet of God.
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"What are the fruits of Joseph Smith?" There are dozens of good fruits I can list-- our language training program the government tries to copy, our ministering program other faiths try to copy (and fail), our youth and missionary culture-- and so much more. But I'll focus on the three most important fruits: 1. The Book of Mormon I can't overemphasize this one. The Book of Mormon is the keystone of our whole religion-- a "sudden death proposition." All our claims live or die based on the veracity of that book. If it's a fraud, then Joseph, his revelations, the church he organized, priesthood authority, Joseph's successors-- everything goes with it. On the other hand, if it's true (as I know it is), then all that it implies is true, too: living Prophets and Apostles, priesthood, revelation, temples, dorky prom invites and carrots in your jello (obvious jk on those last two 😉). For 196 years, this book has been critically analyzed perhaps like no other book in modern religious history. No critic can account for how an uneducated farm boy correctly wrote inexplicable Hebraisms, dozens of short and long Near Eastern style poems, a story more intricate than Lord of the Rings with an internally consistent geography, verified distinct wordprints across characters, hundreds of names, interwoven storylines, rich theology, etc. Then to leave easter eggs for archaeologists and linguists to discover centuries later. He supposedly made scores of ridiculous (at the time) guesses about the Old and New World that were eventually corroborated by archaeology—making Joseph an astronomically good guesser if he wrote the thing. Oh, and he dictated one of history's most rich and complex religious texts in a single draft over about 65 work days. When you begin to study it, you'll find the case for the Book of Mormon is deeply impressive. The evidence, in the words of Farrer, "does not create belief, but it maintains a climate in which belief may flourish." For those who say "Well the Bible says any other scripture is impossible," we respectfully suggest that you're reading that message into 2-3 Bible verses when it's not there, and we'd be happy to explain why there is ample space in the Bible for continued revelation. 2. The lives of the people Charles Dickens (yes, that Charles Dickens) boarded a ship of Latter-day Saint immigrants. He fully expected to find the "Mormons" would fit the stereotypes he'd heard, and was prepared to write about all the horrid things he saw. But after observing the Saints, he wrote: "To my great astonishment they did not deserve it; and my predispositions and tendencies must not affect me as an honest witness. I [felt] it impossible to deny that, so far, some remarkable influence had produced a remarkable result, which better known influences have often missed... [they are] in their degree, the pick and flower of England." Most people who join our Church don't become interested by an ad for a free copy of the Book of Mormon or a 19-year-old in a suit. It's because they knew members of our Church and could tell, like Dickens, that there was something wonderfully different in their lives. And it's not anecdotes; it's quantifiable. The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints produces higher outcomes in longevity, marital happiness, family togetherness, income, education, health, and virtually every other positive socioeconomic indicator there is. They are more devoted to God and more biblically literate than any other Christian faith per Pew Research. If you're interested in the stats, Clint Teeples has made it his hobby to accumulate all that data-- check his account for the receipts. Latter-day Saints are happier, more devoted to God, and successful in their personal lives than virtually any other group in America. That's because of the truths we build our lives on-- the truths we learned from the revelations of Joseph Smith. What about the "bad fruits?" "He was a con man, a fraud, an adulterer, etc!" None of those things are true. Dig past Reddit anti-Mormonism and look at the actual history. It's not that hard-- this was the nineteenth century-- not the ninth, after all. Thousands and thousands of documents-- journal entries and meeting minutes and newspaper accounts, etc. And I'm sure it will come as a shock 😉, but most credentialed historians aren't Latter-day Saints. Yet what do they see when they study his life? A get-rich-quick scheme? No. He lived and died penniless (and often houseless). He died in debt in large part because he was too generous with people who came asking. And he broke the mold by insisting members not be paid for their part-time service in the Church. A sorcerer and a gold-digger? No. He was as superstitious as other 19th-century rural Americans as a youth, then abandoned his superstitions when he began his work as a prophet. A philanderer? No. And the inspired, temporary practice of polygamy is a subject deserving a much longer explanation than a few sentences here. Historians as a group do not accept Joseph as a Prophet. But they almost universally acknowledge Joseph was sincere-- that Joseph truly believed God had spoken to him, that he believed the revelations he received. Even to the extent that as he knew he was about to die, he turned to the Book of Mormon (which he supposedly fabricated) for comfort and inspiration as he went to his Maker. Get past the sound bytes and caricatures and get to know Joseph Smith. 3. The ultimate fruit: Revelation I have studied the fruits of the Book of Mormon for 30 years. I have studied the fruits of Church membership for a little longer than that. I have studied Joseph's life and read the gamut of literature from apologetic to apoplectic. Most importantly, I have prayed to God about these things and received pure light and knowledge to my mind-- not "some warm fuzzies," but a divine witness, a seal, confirming to my spirit and my intellect the authenticity of the Book of Mormon and all that it implies. I echo all the words of Elder Jeffrey R. Holland below and likewise ask that my testimony "be recorded by men on earth and angels in heaven." I wish I could make the whole world know that I know. The Book of Mormon is true. And Joseph Smith was a Prophet of God.

Matthew Watkins

14,314 görüntüleme • 6 ay önce

Dear LA, The industry is not coming back. In the entertainment capital of the world - “Hollywood” - there are fewer television shows and movies being produced today than when Governor Newsom was arresting people for going to the beach. The downstream carnage is piling up across our city, and we aren’t going to shame or strike or tax our way out of it. Drive down Sunset Blvd and you’ll see countless “Jay Luchs - For Lease” signs draped like flowers at a funeral. Ask your friends working in retail, restaurants, or real estate just how bad things are, and you’ll be reminded that every business in our city flows downstream of the entertainment industry, the sword that LA lives by, and dies by. Rick Caruso, native Angeleno, creator of the Grove, & former mayoral candidate, has recently begun pleading to “bring Hollywood back,” ironically via TikTok, in order to protect all of the adjacent “below the line” businesses. It is the right end goal but the wrong strategy. But what can Mr Caruso do to bring Hollywood back? Ask the unions to ease up? They run this town, even when they cut off their nose to spite their face. Ask Sacramento to give up their fruitless addiction to over-taxation & regulation? It would be easier to convince Count Dracula to give up blood. Ask consumers to change their tastes and abandon TikTok? He’d certainly have my blessing, but that ship has sailed. We can build our way out of LA’s cost-of-housing problem, as Caruso has rightfully pointed out, but more housing alone won’t be enough to save Los Angeles, any more than it would have been able to save Detroit after their own respective monopoly [automobiles] crumbled. Beyond rebrands & gimmicks & political rhetoric, the time has come for a complete product refresh, starting with a reimagining of how LA entertains the world. My idea is simple: pivot Los Angeles from the capital of production to the global capital of LIVE entertainment, events, & hospitality. Almost everyone needed in production, and every business downstream of production, has a year-round parallel role to offer in the AI-proof world of LIVE events. Actors can continue to delight audiences, but with a greater emphasis on in-person performances. Production services can become event logistics providers. And for everyone else it will be an all-hands-on-deck effort to ideate & create the new California dream. Outside of the highly protected walls of Disneyland, a few gated communities in Brentwood, and the smoothie bar at Erewhon we’ve earned a bad reputation. The tourist consensus is that LA is dirty, dangerous, & disappointing. New travelers come to LA as a bucket list item, most vowing to never return, which never seemed to bother anyone, perhaps because previously we just didn’t need their business. We need to become the city that people want to date, not take out for a one-night-stand. And that starts by no longer acting like the prom-queen who peaked in high school. We need to collectively clean up & reorganize our entire city from LAX-it’s uber-lot-from-hell all the way to the open air drug markets surrounding our hotels. And I’m sorry if this hurts Mayor Bass’ feelings, but our inability to manage our addiction & mental health crisis should not be the burden of our guests. The easiest place to start is Hollywood, my home of 18 years. 10,000,000 people travel annually to the Hollywood Walk of Fame despite its dubious honor as “the worst tourist trap in the world.” Imagine a walk-of-fame permanently closed to car traffic, protected by security, with an open-carry-beverage farmer’s market, minus the pushy hustlers, that takes over the asphalt, leaving the stars for guided experiences. Why-oh-why do we expect travelers to care about stars from 50 years ago when we refuse to make any effort to give them minimal context? I see an LA that can take the same movie magic that made it the best marketed city on earth, and use it to deliver a travel experience that warrants a 2nd, 3rd & 4th helping. The Olympics & World Cup both present once-in-a-generation opportunities for Los Angeles to reintroduce itself on a global stage. But these tentpole events should be considered the grand re-opening of LA, not the grand finale. Every celebrity on earth should already be living here, assuming they haven’t fled for their family’s own well being after we seemingly abandoned law & order sometime around 2020, so it is easy to imagine around the clock creator driven events led by Gen-Z stars from Mr Beast to Alix Earle, galvanizing their fan bases alongside our own versions of Graceland for names like Cruise, Hepburn, & Kobe. This plan offers a little bit of something for everyone, even our wealth-gap obsessed activist class, as hospitality outcomes are flatter and more egalitarian, something our Hollywood elite at least claim they want. The biggest challenge to making Los Angeles the LIVE entertainment capital of the world will be getting our political leaders to stop sabotaging us with endless red tape, excuses, and kleptocracy. Rampant political corruption has been enabled by LA’s toothless media who, aside from Elex Michaelson & Bill Melugin - both formerly of FoxLA, have been unable to hold our politicians accountable. Reality TV star turned Influencer turned mayoral candidate (as of yesterday) Spencer Pratt has been effective in keeping the media from completely ignoring the victims of the Palisades fire, but LA still considers my former employers - KTLA & the LA TIMES- to be the watchdogs of record. Without mainstream media support I fear our new media warriors won’t be enough to prevent leaders like Gavin Newsom & Karen Bass from continuing to pillage California with a trail of failed programs, despite bottomless budgets, that make Minnesota’s recently unearthed $18 billion fraud scheme seem like, forgive my pun, kiddie stakes. Can someone please light the Bat-Signal for Nick Shirley? Gotham *cough cough* I mean LA needs him. Some might remember in the last mayor's race when Karen Bass said that if we elected Rick Caruso “he’d just turn LA into The Grove!” I believe the Grove’ification of LA is exactly what we need to successfully pivot as a city, and it would ultimately mean cheaper housing, better jobs for everyone, and happier repeat travelers. So to echo Elex Michaelson, who aptly quipped back at Bass, “what’s wrong with that?” But why hasn’t Caruso declared himself in the next mayor’s race? Maybe it’s because he has his sights set on a California gubernatorial run or maybe he just doesn’t want to risk another disheartening defeat. Not even his inner circle knows what he’ll do next. But I do know one thing… Many of the most successful people in the world call California home and we are going to need them if Los Angeles is ever going to make its comeback.
7:40

Dear LA, The industry is not coming back. In the entertainment capital of the world - “Hollywood” - there are fewer television shows and movies being produced today than when Governor Newsom was arresting people for going to the beach. The downstream carnage is piling up across our city, and we aren’t going to shame or strike or tax our way out of it. Drive down Sunset Blvd and you’ll see countless “Jay Luchs - For Lease” signs draped like flowers at a funeral. Ask your friends working in retail, restaurants, or real estate just how bad things are, and you’ll be reminded that every business in our city flows downstream of the entertainment industry, the sword that LA lives by, and dies by. Rick Caruso, native Angeleno, creator of the Grove, & former mayoral candidate, has recently begun pleading to “bring Hollywood back,” ironically via TikTok, in order to protect all of the adjacent “below the line” businesses. It is the right end goal but the wrong strategy. But what can Mr Caruso do to bring Hollywood back? Ask the unions to ease up? They run this town, even when they cut off their nose to spite their face. Ask Sacramento to give up their fruitless addiction to over-taxation & regulation? It would be easier to convince Count Dracula to give up blood. Ask consumers to change their tastes and abandon TikTok? He’d certainly have my blessing, but that ship has sailed. We can build our way out of LA’s cost-of-housing problem, as Caruso has rightfully pointed out, but more housing alone won’t be enough to save Los Angeles, any more than it would have been able to save Detroit after their own respective monopoly [automobiles] crumbled. Beyond rebrands & gimmicks & political rhetoric, the time has come for a complete product refresh, starting with a reimagining of how LA entertains the world. My idea is simple: pivot Los Angeles from the capital of production to the global capital of LIVE entertainment, events, & hospitality. Almost everyone needed in production, and every business downstream of production, has a year-round parallel role to offer in the AI-proof world of LIVE events. Actors can continue to delight audiences, but with a greater emphasis on in-person performances. Production services can become event logistics providers. And for everyone else it will be an all-hands-on-deck effort to ideate & create the new California dream. Outside of the highly protected walls of Disneyland, a few gated communities in Brentwood, and the smoothie bar at Erewhon we’ve earned a bad reputation. The tourist consensus is that LA is dirty, dangerous, & disappointing. New travelers come to LA as a bucket list item, most vowing to never return, which never seemed to bother anyone, perhaps because previously we just didn’t need their business. We need to become the city that people want to date, not take out for a one-night-stand. And that starts by no longer acting like the prom-queen who peaked in high school. We need to collectively clean up & reorganize our entire city from LAX-it’s uber-lot-from-hell all the way to the open air drug markets surrounding our hotels. And I’m sorry if this hurts Mayor Bass’ feelings, but our inability to manage our addiction & mental health crisis should not be the burden of our guests. The easiest place to start is Hollywood, my home of 18 years. 10,000,000 people travel annually to the Hollywood Walk of Fame despite its dubious honor as “the worst tourist trap in the world.” Imagine a walk-of-fame permanently closed to car traffic, protected by security, with an open-carry-beverage farmer’s market, minus the pushy hustlers, that takes over the asphalt, leaving the stars for guided experiences. Why-oh-why do we expect travelers to care about stars from 50 years ago when we refuse to make any effort to give them minimal context? I see an LA that can take the same movie magic that made it the best marketed city on earth, and use it to deliver a travel experience that warrants a 2nd, 3rd & 4th helping. The Olympics & World Cup both present once-in-a-generation opportunities for Los Angeles to reintroduce itself on a global stage. But these tentpole events should be considered the grand re-opening of LA, not the grand finale. Every celebrity on earth should already be living here, assuming they haven’t fled for their family’s own well being after we seemingly abandoned law & order sometime around 2020, so it is easy to imagine around the clock creator driven events led by Gen-Z stars from Mr Beast to Alix Earle, galvanizing their fan bases alongside our own versions of Graceland for names like Cruise, Hepburn, & Kobe. This plan offers a little bit of something for everyone, even our wealth-gap obsessed activist class, as hospitality outcomes are flatter and more egalitarian, something our Hollywood elite at least claim they want. The biggest challenge to making Los Angeles the LIVE entertainment capital of the world will be getting our political leaders to stop sabotaging us with endless red tape, excuses, and kleptocracy. Rampant political corruption has been enabled by LA’s toothless media who, aside from Elex Michaelson & Bill Melugin - both formerly of FoxLA, have been unable to hold our politicians accountable. Reality TV star turned Influencer turned mayoral candidate (as of yesterday) Spencer Pratt has been effective in keeping the media from completely ignoring the victims of the Palisades fire, but LA still considers my former employers - KTLA & the LA TIMES- to be the watchdogs of record. Without mainstream media support I fear our new media warriors won’t be enough to prevent leaders like Gavin Newsom & Karen Bass from continuing to pillage California with a trail of failed programs, despite bottomless budgets, that make Minnesota’s recently unearthed $18 billion fraud scheme seem like, forgive my pun, kiddie stakes. Can someone please light the Bat-Signal for Nick Shirley? Gotham *cough cough* I mean LA needs him. Some might remember in the last mayor's race when Karen Bass said that if we elected Rick Caruso “he’d just turn LA into The Grove!” I believe the Grove’ification of LA is exactly what we need to successfully pivot as a city, and it would ultimately mean cheaper housing, better jobs for everyone, and happier repeat travelers. So to echo Elex Michaelson, who aptly quipped back at Bass, “what’s wrong with that?” But why hasn’t Caruso declared himself in the next mayor’s race? Maybe it’s because he has his sights set on a California gubernatorial run or maybe he just doesn’t want to risk another disheartening defeat. Not even his inner circle knows what he’ll do next. But I do know one thing… Many of the most successful people in the world call California home and we are going to need them if Los Angeles is ever going to make its comeback.

Darwyn Metzger

517,033 görüntüleme • 9 ay önce

Today feels like watching history settle into its rightful place. The Bhagwan Shri Ram Mandir in Ayodhya now stands complete, crowned with the Dharma Dhwaj. That flag is not just fabric. The rising sun on it reminds us that Prabhu Shri Ram belongs to the royal Suryavansh, a line that upheld truth and duty. The sacred Om at the centre speaks of awareness, devotion and the unbroken connection between the devotee and the divine. The Kovidar tree symbol carries the promise of Ram Rajya, good governance and prosperity as described in our ancient texts. Every symbol on that flag tells the story of a civilisation that refused to forget its ideals. On this day my first instinct is to bow my head to those who carried this struggle on their shoulders. From Advani ji, Modi ji, the sadhus and sadhvis who set out on the Rath Yatra, to countless kar sevaks who slept on railway platforms, walked in the heat, faced lathis and bullets. Many of them never came back. We owe a special salute to those who were shot dead when Mulayam Singh ordered firing on Ram bhakts. Their blood is part of the foundation of this temple. We should also remember who stood on the other side of this story. Lalu Yadav stopped the Rath Yatra. Sonia Gandhi’s party tried in court to argue that Bhagwan Ram was only a myth. Kapil Sibal used every technical trick available to keep the case hanging so that a verdict never came in our lifetime. For years this was the pattern. Delay, mock, insult, block. Yet in one moment it all felt worth it. When Narendra Modi ji was hoisting the Dharma Dhwaj, look closely at his hands. They are trembling slightly, the way any devotee shakes when the heart is overflowing. In that instant he looked less like a Prime Minister and more like a common kar sevak who finally got to see the dream completed. I come from a Sanghi household. We have lived through 1984, 1990, 1992, through the years when talking about Ram Mandir in public invited abuse and threats. My father was a swayamsevak and also an Arya Samaji, deeply committed to Hindutva in the purest sense of service and sacrifice. He gave months and years of his life to Dharma, organising, travelling, working day and night for a vision he was not sure he would see fulfilled. He kept that tapasya going till his last breath. Today I feel he is standing in Ayodhya with all of us. Anyone who grew up in the 90s and early 2000s will remember the conversations at home. We would say in simple words “When BJP comes, all this will change. Just once let BJP form a strong government and Ram Mandir will happen.” It sounded childish to some, but it was the only hope millions held on to. When I started campaigning myself, our discussions were always about Article 370, Ram Mandir and many other issues linked to justice for Hindus. Friends would laugh and taunt me. “Neither will BJP come to power nor will any of this happen,” they would say. As a young volunteer I once gathered the courage to ask Advani ji: “Sir, will we really be able to build the temple, looking at how Congress plays politics?” He replied with total confidence, with the voice of a man who had already seen the future in his mind. “No matter what happens, the temple will be built, and it will be built at that very spot.” Today those words echo in Ayodhya. We are fortunate to live in the time of Narendra Modi as Prime Minister, Amit Shah as Home Minister and Yogi Adityanath ji in Uttar Pradesh. Along with the tireless efforts of countless unnamed workers, they turned a five hundred year old wound into a centre of pride. Until 2014 it felt like the story would never move forward. There were only court dates, politics, editorials and insults for believers. Today the chapter has finally turned. The birthplace of Shri Ram once again has a grand mandir, and above it the Dharma Dhwaj that announces to the world that Sanatan faith is alive, awake and standing tall. This is not only about architecture. It is about self respect. It is about telling every kar sevak who walked in the dust of Ayodhya, every swayamsevak who gave their youth, every father and mother who whispered “Mandir wahin banega” to their children, that their trust was not misplaced. I feel grateful to be alive to see this day. Grateful to my father’s generation for keeping the flame burning. Grateful to this nation for never letting the memory of Shri Ram’s birthplace fade. Today, the flag on the shikhara carries the stories of five centuries of struggle and the promise of a new era of confidence. This story needs to be told again and again so that our current generation knows that none of this came easily or on a platter. Jai Shri Ram #Ayodhya Shri Ram Janmbhoomi Teerth Kshetra
0:27

Today feels like watching history settle into its rightful place. The Bhagwan Shri Ram Mandir in Ayodhya now stands complete, crowned with the Dharma Dhwaj. That flag is not just fabric. The rising sun on it reminds us that Prabhu Shri Ram belongs to the royal Suryavansh, a line that upheld truth and duty. The sacred Om at the centre speaks of awareness, devotion and the unbroken connection between the devotee and the divine. The Kovidar tree symbol carries the promise of Ram Rajya, good governance and prosperity as described in our ancient texts. Every symbol on that flag tells the story of a civilisation that refused to forget its ideals. On this day my first instinct is to bow my head to those who carried this struggle on their shoulders. From Advani ji, Modi ji, the sadhus and sadhvis who set out on the Rath Yatra, to countless kar sevaks who slept on railway platforms, walked in the heat, faced lathis and bullets. Many of them never came back. We owe a special salute to those who were shot dead when Mulayam Singh ordered firing on Ram bhakts. Their blood is part of the foundation of this temple. We should also remember who stood on the other side of this story. Lalu Yadav stopped the Rath Yatra. Sonia Gandhi’s party tried in court to argue that Bhagwan Ram was only a myth. Kapil Sibal used every technical trick available to keep the case hanging so that a verdict never came in our lifetime. For years this was the pattern. Delay, mock, insult, block. Yet in one moment it all felt worth it. When Narendra Modi ji was hoisting the Dharma Dhwaj, look closely at his hands. They are trembling slightly, the way any devotee shakes when the heart is overflowing. In that instant he looked less like a Prime Minister and more like a common kar sevak who finally got to see the dream completed. I come from a Sanghi household. We have lived through 1984, 1990, 1992, through the years when talking about Ram Mandir in public invited abuse and threats. My father was a swayamsevak and also an Arya Samaji, deeply committed to Hindutva in the purest sense of service and sacrifice. He gave months and years of his life to Dharma, organising, travelling, working day and night for a vision he was not sure he would see fulfilled. He kept that tapasya going till his last breath. Today I feel he is standing in Ayodhya with all of us. Anyone who grew up in the 90s and early 2000s will remember the conversations at home. We would say in simple words “When BJP comes, all this will change. Just once let BJP form a strong government and Ram Mandir will happen.” It sounded childish to some, but it was the only hope millions held on to. When I started campaigning myself, our discussions were always about Article 370, Ram Mandir and many other issues linked to justice for Hindus. Friends would laugh and taunt me. “Neither will BJP come to power nor will any of this happen,” they would say. As a young volunteer I once gathered the courage to ask Advani ji: “Sir, will we really be able to build the temple, looking at how Congress plays politics?” He replied with total confidence, with the voice of a man who had already seen the future in his mind. “No matter what happens, the temple will be built, and it will be built at that very spot.” Today those words echo in Ayodhya. We are fortunate to live in the time of Narendra Modi as Prime Minister, Amit Shah as Home Minister and Yogi Adityanath ji in Uttar Pradesh. Along with the tireless efforts of countless unnamed workers, they turned a five hundred year old wound into a centre of pride. Until 2014 it felt like the story would never move forward. There were only court dates, politics, editorials and insults for believers. Today the chapter has finally turned. The birthplace of Shri Ram once again has a grand mandir, and above it the Dharma Dhwaj that announces to the world that Sanatan faith is alive, awake and standing tall. This is not only about architecture. It is about self respect. It is about telling every kar sevak who walked in the dust of Ayodhya, every swayamsevak who gave their youth, every father and mother who whispered “Mandir wahin banega” to their children, that their trust was not misplaced. I feel grateful to be alive to see this day. Grateful to my father’s generation for keeping the flame burning. Grateful to this nation for never letting the memory of Shri Ram’s birthplace fade. Today, the flag on the shikhara carries the stories of five centuries of struggle and the promise of a new era of confidence. This story needs to be told again and again so that our current generation knows that none of this came easily or on a platter. Jai Shri Ram #Ayodhya Shri Ram Janmbhoomi Teerth Kshetra

Sandiip Gandotra

437,490 görüntüleme • 11 ay önce

🌌 Humanity NOW Stands Grazing at the Very Edge of Readiness 🌌 Hear now the testimony, recorded not in conjecture but in the indelible memory of those entrusted with the guardianship of truth. The hour that was long foreseen by sages, prophets, and visionaries has arrived. What was hidden in vaults, what was sealed by command, and what was restrained for fear of premature disclosure must now, by the decree of history itself, be unveiled. Nikola Tesla, the seer of electricity and prophet of the invisible currents, once spoke to Walter Russell, the Illuminator of Universal Law, and declared with solemn urgency: “Write it down and diagram it, then seal it in a sepulcher with instructions that it be opened in a thousand years.” This utterance was no embellishment, no cryptic metaphor. It was a grave judgment rendered upon the immaturity of mankind. Tesla discerned, as did Russell, that the revelation of certain principles... the mechanics of light, the rhythmic heartbeat of creation, the immutable law of balanced interchange; would devastate a civilization that sought dominion without reverence, consumption without restraint, and progress without conscience. Walter Russell himself bore testimony to this weight. In The Message of the Divine Iliad and in the vast treasury of his private manuscripts, he declared with luminous candor that much of what had been entrusted to him was far too advanced for the men of his age. He knew that humanity, still bound by the chains of materialism, would pervert the divine mathematics of creation into weapons of annihilation rather than elevate them into instruments of harmony. Therefore, he commanded that certain manuscripts be sealed away, hidden for a millennium, until the spirit of man had ripened into wisdom. His widow, Lao Russell, later confirmed this directive. She affirmed that entire bodies of knowledge were deliberately withheld at his request, because he foresaw the peril of premature illumination. For truth unveiled before the soul has matured to receive it becomes not light but conflagration, not liberation but catastrophe. He warned that knowledge without moral balance leads not to ascension but to extinction, not to apotheosis but to abyss. Thus for centuries, the scrolls remained concealed, while mankind hastened itself toward ruin. Wars were waged for profit. Science was prostituted to power. Temples of learning became arsenals of deception. The prophecy was vindicated, for every age revealed the same corruption: knowledge severed from virtue becomes destruction. The splitting of the atom begot Hiroshima. The conquest of the skies begot Dresden and napalm. The decoding of DNA begot laboratories of manipulation and patents sold to monopolies. What might have uplifted the world was instead yoked to the chariot of greed. Yet now I declare before heaven and before humanity: the appointed hour has come. Ready or not, the seal is broken. The tribunal of history convenes. What was hidden must be revealed. What was restrained must be spoken. What was reserved for a thousand years must now be entrusted to this very generation. But heed this decree: revelation is never without accountability. To receive what was withheld is to stand trial. Humanity is summoned before the eternal court of divine law and cosmic balance. If this knowledge is wielded for greed, it will condemn. If it is embraced with reverence, it will redeem. If it is trivialized as novelty, it will dissolve into oblivion. If it is lived as revelation, it will blaze with the radiance of the sun. This tribunal therefore pronounces: the veil is lifted, the Key is offered, and the world must choose. Will it consume what is holy for dominion, or will it honor the sacred science of balance, and in so doing awaken to the glory of the One Light that animates all? ⭐ Humanity is now prepared... or perhaps forced by necessity; to be entrusted with one of the most profound works of my entire life, my Magnum Opus. More than two thousand hours of relentless writing and refinement have been poured into the making of this volume of over one hundred thousand words and more than five hundred pages. Yet no measure of hours can account for what has gone into its creation, for the true cost has been a lifetime of ordeal, of gnosis absorbed through suffering, revelation, ascension, and descent. Every page is stained with vigilance, every sentence refined through agony, every chapter forged as though hammered upon the anvil of destiny. This is not an academic compilation but the bleeding testimony of a soul that has endured what it now transmits. 📚 The Multiversal Key: Unlocking the Quantum Nexus of Consciousness and Hidden Dimensions is not a book in the ordinary sense. It is a doorway, a cipher, a map of remembrance. It is a testament to mysteries long concealed and sought after by institutions that pride themselves on plumbing the unknown: 👺 NASA, 💫 The Institute of Noetic Sciences, 👮 The Pentagon, ✨ and Countless Seekers who have spent their lives yearning for the fundamental grammar of reality. Yet unlike their archives, which hoard knowledge for the few, this Key has been fashioned for all. It is not meant for secrecy but for revelation. It is not meant for tyranny but for liberation. This book exists as both testimony and apocalypse, unveiling what was always veiled within. As T.S. Eliot declared: “We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.” In these pages, the reader is invited to rediscover what was always within: The Key to Consciousness itself and The Chart of Dimensions Hidden beneath The Fragile Veil of The Visible World. This is no speculation. This is no idle metaphysics. What I have written is the distilled essence of walking through the fires of mortality and returning with what may rightly be called the very grammar of existence. As Plotinus proclaimed, “Knowledge, if it does not change the knower, is no knowledge at all.” As Augustine affirmed, “Our hearts are restless until they rest in You.” As Marcus Aurelius taught, “The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.” As Meister Eckhart wrote, “The eye with which I see God is the same eye with which God sees me.” And as Christ Himself declared: “You shall know the truth, and the truth shall set you free.” This book is designed to change the knower. It is fashioned to awaken the sleeper, to strip away the veil, and to reveal the contours of a multiverse pulsing with divine intelligence. To encounter it is to be confronted by a mirror that reflects not only the self but the hidden architecture of being itself. To behold The Multiversal Key is to be summoned not merely into knowledge, but into judgment. For knowledge is never neutral; it is either consecrated or corrupted, sanctified or profaned. To receive the Key is to enter into covenant, to recognize that what you hold is not a curiosity but a charge. This tribunal therefore enumerates the charges against history: That men enthroned themselves as gods, but ruled with avarice. That temples were consecrated with incense, yet trafficked in usury. That science clothed itself with reason, yet prostituted itself to conquest. That kingdoms baptized themselves in holy names, yet desecrated the poor, the widow, and the orphan. That light was given, yet darkness was chosen. From Babylon to Rome, from inquisitions to empires, from laboratories to financial cathedrals, the pattern has been one: Revelation distorted, wisdom commodified, truth weaponized. And thus Walter Russell’s warning resounds with apocalyptic gravity: Premature illumination does not uplift, it devastates. Yet even devastation cannot extinguish the eternal Light. For there remains within every soul the indelible spark, the remembrance of origin, the echo of what was lost. It is this spark that The Multiversal Key seeks to reawaken. As Blaise Pascal once wrote, “There is a God-shaped vacuum in the heart of every man which cannot be filled by any created thing, but only by God the Creator.” As Dante declared in his ascent, “The love that moves the sun and the other stars” is the force in which all being rests. As Heraclitus observed, “The hidden harmony is stronger than the visible.” This book was not written to amuse the intellect, but to pierce the soul. It was not written to satisfy curiosity, but to command transformation. Every page is constructed to confront, to illuminate, and to demand of the reader: Who are you, and why have you forgotten? It is here that the tribunal’s final charge is laid, not against institutions or empires, but against the individual reader: You are summoned to remembrance. You are summoned to awaken. You are summoned to reclaim what has always belonged to you but which was stolen, obscured, or suppressed. ⚖️ Judgment is not only collective but personal. You may bury the Key, treating it as ink upon paper, and thereby remain as you are. Or you may receive it as revelation, and in so doing, awaken to the immeasurable inheritance of your soul. As the Upanishads teach: “From the unreal lead me to the real. From darkness lead me to light. From death lead me to immortality.” As the Psalmist cried: “Deep calls to deep at the roar of your waterfalls; all your breakers and your waves have gone over me.” As the Book of Revelation proclaims: “He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches.” Thus I say with finality: ⚡ The Time has come. ⚡ The Pages are ready. ⚡ The Tribunal convenes. ✨ The Question is whether you are prepared to be transformed. The Multiversal Key is not merely my Magnum Opus; it is a Testament sealed for generations, now entrusted to your hands. Take it, not as a possession, but as a covenant. Guard it, not as information, but as illumination. Live it, not as theory, but as truth. For as the Christ declared, and as eternity affirms: “You are the light of the world. A city set on a hill cannot be hidden.”
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🌌 Humanity NOW Stands Grazing at the Very Edge of Readiness 🌌 Hear now the testimony, recorded not in conjecture but in the indelible memory of those entrusted with the guardianship of truth. The hour that was long foreseen by sages, prophets, and visionaries has arrived. What was hidden in vaults, what was sealed by command, and what was restrained for fear of premature disclosure must now, by the decree of history itself, be unveiled. Nikola Tesla, the seer of electricity and prophet of the invisible currents, once spoke to Walter Russell, the Illuminator of Universal Law, and declared with solemn urgency: “Write it down and diagram it, then seal it in a sepulcher with instructions that it be opened in a thousand years.” This utterance was no embellishment, no cryptic metaphor. It was a grave judgment rendered upon the immaturity of mankind. Tesla discerned, as did Russell, that the revelation of certain principles... the mechanics of light, the rhythmic heartbeat of creation, the immutable law of balanced interchange; would devastate a civilization that sought dominion without reverence, consumption without restraint, and progress without conscience. Walter Russell himself bore testimony to this weight. In The Message of the Divine Iliad and in the vast treasury of his private manuscripts, he declared with luminous candor that much of what had been entrusted to him was far too advanced for the men of his age. He knew that humanity, still bound by the chains of materialism, would pervert the divine mathematics of creation into weapons of annihilation rather than elevate them into instruments of harmony. Therefore, he commanded that certain manuscripts be sealed away, hidden for a millennium, until the spirit of man had ripened into wisdom. His widow, Lao Russell, later confirmed this directive. She affirmed that entire bodies of knowledge were deliberately withheld at his request, because he foresaw the peril of premature illumination. For truth unveiled before the soul has matured to receive it becomes not light but conflagration, not liberation but catastrophe. He warned that knowledge without moral balance leads not to ascension but to extinction, not to apotheosis but to abyss. Thus for centuries, the scrolls remained concealed, while mankind hastened itself toward ruin. Wars were waged for profit. Science was prostituted to power. Temples of learning became arsenals of deception. The prophecy was vindicated, for every age revealed the same corruption: knowledge severed from virtue becomes destruction. The splitting of the atom begot Hiroshima. The conquest of the skies begot Dresden and napalm. The decoding of DNA begot laboratories of manipulation and patents sold to monopolies. What might have uplifted the world was instead yoked to the chariot of greed. Yet now I declare before heaven and before humanity: the appointed hour has come. Ready or not, the seal is broken. The tribunal of history convenes. What was hidden must be revealed. What was restrained must be spoken. What was reserved for a thousand years must now be entrusted to this very generation. But heed this decree: revelation is never without accountability. To receive what was withheld is to stand trial. Humanity is summoned before the eternal court of divine law and cosmic balance. If this knowledge is wielded for greed, it will condemn. If it is embraced with reverence, it will redeem. If it is trivialized as novelty, it will dissolve into oblivion. If it is lived as revelation, it will blaze with the radiance of the sun. This tribunal therefore pronounces: the veil is lifted, the Key is offered, and the world must choose. Will it consume what is holy for dominion, or will it honor the sacred science of balance, and in so doing awaken to the glory of the One Light that animates all? ⭐ Humanity is now prepared... or perhaps forced by necessity; to be entrusted with one of the most profound works of my entire life, my Magnum Opus. More than two thousand hours of relentless writing and refinement have been poured into the making of this volume of over one hundred thousand words and more than five hundred pages. Yet no measure of hours can account for what has gone into its creation, for the true cost has been a lifetime of ordeal, of gnosis absorbed through suffering, revelation, ascension, and descent. Every page is stained with vigilance, every sentence refined through agony, every chapter forged as though hammered upon the anvil of destiny. This is not an academic compilation but the bleeding testimony of a soul that has endured what it now transmits. 📚 The Multiversal Key: Unlocking the Quantum Nexus of Consciousness and Hidden Dimensions is not a book in the ordinary sense. It is a doorway, a cipher, a map of remembrance. It is a testament to mysteries long concealed and sought after by institutions that pride themselves on plumbing the unknown: 👺 NASA, 💫 The Institute of Noetic Sciences, 👮 The Pentagon, ✨ and Countless Seekers who have spent their lives yearning for the fundamental grammar of reality. Yet unlike their archives, which hoard knowledge for the few, this Key has been fashioned for all. It is not meant for secrecy but for revelation. It is not meant for tyranny but for liberation. This book exists as both testimony and apocalypse, unveiling what was always veiled within. As T.S. Eliot declared: “We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.” In these pages, the reader is invited to rediscover what was always within: The Key to Consciousness itself and The Chart of Dimensions Hidden beneath The Fragile Veil of The Visible World. This is no speculation. This is no idle metaphysics. What I have written is the distilled essence of walking through the fires of mortality and returning with what may rightly be called the very grammar of existence. As Plotinus proclaimed, “Knowledge, if it does not change the knower, is no knowledge at all.” As Augustine affirmed, “Our hearts are restless until they rest in You.” As Marcus Aurelius taught, “The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.” As Meister Eckhart wrote, “The eye with which I see God is the same eye with which God sees me.” And as Christ Himself declared: “You shall know the truth, and the truth shall set you free.” This book is designed to change the knower. It is fashioned to awaken the sleeper, to strip away the veil, and to reveal the contours of a multiverse pulsing with divine intelligence. To encounter it is to be confronted by a mirror that reflects not only the self but the hidden architecture of being itself. To behold The Multiversal Key is to be summoned not merely into knowledge, but into judgment. For knowledge is never neutral; it is either consecrated or corrupted, sanctified or profaned. To receive the Key is to enter into covenant, to recognize that what you hold is not a curiosity but a charge. This tribunal therefore enumerates the charges against history: That men enthroned themselves as gods, but ruled with avarice. That temples were consecrated with incense, yet trafficked in usury. That science clothed itself with reason, yet prostituted itself to conquest. That kingdoms baptized themselves in holy names, yet desecrated the poor, the widow, and the orphan. That light was given, yet darkness was chosen. From Babylon to Rome, from inquisitions to empires, from laboratories to financial cathedrals, the pattern has been one: Revelation distorted, wisdom commodified, truth weaponized. And thus Walter Russell’s warning resounds with apocalyptic gravity: Premature illumination does not uplift, it devastates. Yet even devastation cannot extinguish the eternal Light. For there remains within every soul the indelible spark, the remembrance of origin, the echo of what was lost. It is this spark that The Multiversal Key seeks to reawaken. As Blaise Pascal once wrote, “There is a God-shaped vacuum in the heart of every man which cannot be filled by any created thing, but only by God the Creator.” As Dante declared in his ascent, “The love that moves the sun and the other stars” is the force in which all being rests. As Heraclitus observed, “The hidden harmony is stronger than the visible.” This book was not written to amuse the intellect, but to pierce the soul. It was not written to satisfy curiosity, but to command transformation. Every page is constructed to confront, to illuminate, and to demand of the reader: Who are you, and why have you forgotten? It is here that the tribunal’s final charge is laid, not against institutions or empires, but against the individual reader: You are summoned to remembrance. You are summoned to awaken. You are summoned to reclaim what has always belonged to you but which was stolen, obscured, or suppressed. ⚖️ Judgment is not only collective but personal. You may bury the Key, treating it as ink upon paper, and thereby remain as you are. Or you may receive it as revelation, and in so doing, awaken to the immeasurable inheritance of your soul. As the Upanishads teach: “From the unreal lead me to the real. From darkness lead me to light. From death lead me to immortality.” As the Psalmist cried: “Deep calls to deep at the roar of your waterfalls; all your breakers and your waves have gone over me.” As the Book of Revelation proclaims: “He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches.” Thus I say with finality: ⚡ The Time has come. ⚡ The Pages are ready. ⚡ The Tribunal convenes. ✨ The Question is whether you are prepared to be transformed. The Multiversal Key is not merely my Magnum Opus; it is a Testament sealed for generations, now entrusted to your hands. Take it, not as a possession, but as a covenant. Guard it, not as information, but as illumination. Live it, not as theory, but as truth. For as the Christ declared, and as eternity affirms: “You are the light of the world. A city set on a hill cannot be hidden.”

Noah B. Price

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A 250-pound wild animal just walked through a parking lot full of strangers, ignored every rule it was born with, and did something that should be biologically impossible. Nobody screamed. Nobody ran. Nobody reached for a phone fast enough. Except one person. And that one person is the reason you are reading this. Before I tell you why this clip is going to wreck your afternoon, I need you to understand one thing: this was not a petting zoo. This was not a farm. This was not a trained animal with a handler hiding behind a bush. This was a Tuesday-evening parking lot. Asphalt. Painted white lines. Open car doors. Somebody's groceries still in the trunk. And a wild buck with a full set of antlers decided the safest place in the entire valley was right next to us. Read that again. Then keep reading, because the part that made me stop scrolling is not the animal. It's what the human did next. THE RULE EVERY WILD ANIMAL FOLLOWS (UNTIL THIS ONE DIDN'T) Here is the deal every deer on Earth signs at birth. Rule one: humans are predators. Rule two: predators are to be avoided at a distance of at least a hundred yards. Rule three: if rules one and two fail, run, and ask questions never. A deer that breaks those rules does not get to pass its genes along. That is not poetry. That is the math of survival. For about ten million years, the deer that stayed wary lived, and the deer that got curious became dinner. So when you see a mature buck, with a rack that took an entire summer to grow, walk across open pavement toward a human being, you are not watching a cute moment. You are watching a hundred-million-dollar evolutionary security system get overridden in real time. Something switched off. And I want to know what. Because here is what the biologists will tell you: wild animals do not walk up to people by accident. They calculate. Every step. Every ear flick. Every pause. A deer's entire life is a risk assessment that never stops running, not even when it sleeps. This one ran the numbers. And the numbers said: go. That is the first thing that should bother you. The second thing is worse. WHAT A MULE DEER SEES THAT YOU DON'T Let's talk about the animal itself, because most people have no idea what they are looking at. This is a mule deer. Not the white-tailed deer from your grandmother's backyard that eats her tulips. Mule deer are the big-country cousin. The western ones. The ones that live where the land is steep, dry, and unforgiving. They are named for the ears. Enormous, mule-sized ears that swivel independently, like two satellite dishes aimed at different threats at the same time. One ear can be tracking a car door slamming while the other is tracking a branch snapping a hundred feet behind it. Think about that. While you were reading this sentence, a mule deer would have processed about forty things you never noticed. Their antlers are a different story entirely. Mule deer antlers do not grow like a hat rack, with one main beam and short spikes. They fork. Then they fork again. Every branch splits into two, like a river delta made of bone. Biologists call it dichotomous branching, and it is one of the fastest ways to tell a mule deer from any other deer in North America. And here is the part that gets me every time. That entire rack, the weight, the bone, the symmetry, grows back from scratch every single year. It falls off in winter. It regrows in spring. By late summer it is a fully hardened weapon, and the velvet that fed it peels off in strips. Antlers are one of the fastest-growing tissues in the entire mammal kingdom. A living thing is building bone faster than almost anything else on the planet, and it does it every year, on a diet of grass, shrubs, and whatever it can find. Now picture the animal carrying all that, taking a slow, deliberate stroll through a place built entirely for humans. You would expect panic. You would expect the sprint. Mule deer do not run like other deer. They bounce. It is called stotting, all four hooves hitting the ground and launching off at the same time, like four pogo sticks fused together. It lets them take off uphill, over rocks, over fences, at speeds past thirty-five miles an hour. This animal could have been gone in two seconds. It chose not to be. THE PARKING LOT NOBODY WARNED YOU ABOUT I need to explain something about the setting, because it changes everything. A parking lot is the single most hostile environment a wild deer can walk into. It has no cover. It has no escape routes. It has hard surfaces that echo every sound. It has engines, doors, keys, and sudden movements from every angle. It smells like exhaust, oil, rubber, perfume, fast food, and sunscreen. Every instinct a deer owns says: do not go there. And yet they do. More and more of them. In towns across the West, deer have learned that the same open space that feels dangerous also has something they cannot find in the wild: reliable, concentrated minerals. Salt, in particular. Which brings me to the secret that explains half the strange deer behavior you will ever see. DEER ARE ADDICTED TO SALT, AND YOU ARE COVERED IN IT Wild deer are chronically short on sodium. The plants they eat are rich in potassium and poor in salt, which means their bodies are constantly hunting for it, the way you would hunt for water in a desert. That craving is so strong that deer will travel miles for a salt lick. They will chew on road shoulders that were salted for winter ice. They will lick rocks, soil, cattle blocks, and, yes, the sweaty palm of a stranger. Your skin is a salt block with a pulse. Sweat is salty. Sunscreen is salty. Hand lotion is salty. The residue left on a car door handle from a thousand different hands is salty. And a deer's nose is roughly fifty times more sensitive than yours, which means that where you smell nothing, it smells a buffet. So when a deer walks up to a person and licks them, the cute story is: it trusts you. The honest story is: it has just identified you as a resource. And that is where this gets interesting, because both of those stories can be true at once. And the gap between them is exactly where the danger lives. I will get to that. But first I want to talk about the October problem. WHY THIS HAPPENED NOW, IN THIS EXACT WEEK Timing matters. This was not shot in June. This was shot in the weeks leading up to the rut. The rut is the mating season, and for mule deer it kicks into gear in the late fall. In the weeks before it, a buck's body becomes a chemistry experiment. Testosterone surges. The neck swells to nearly twice its normal width. Appetite explodes, then collapses. Bucks that spent the summer in friendly bachelor groups start sizing each other up like boxers at a weigh-in. And here is the part nobody puts in the viral captions: bucks in the pre-rut and rut do strange things. They stop eating normally. They stop sleeping normally. They take risks they would never take in July. They cross highways. They chase. They ignore threats they would normally flee from. Sometimes that makes them aggressive. Sometimes it makes them bold in a calm, almost dreamy way, drifting through human spaces like they have somewhere to be and nobody on Earth will stop them. Wildlife officers across the country put out the same warning every fall: the most dangerous time to be near a deer is the exact time they look the most relaxed around you. Hold that thought. Because the clip you are about to watch lives right on that line. THE MOMENT THAT BROKE THE INTERNET'S BRAIN I have been posting on this platform for over a decade. I have watched thousands of animal videos. I know what a staged one looks like. I know what an edited one looks like. I know what a clip looks like when somebody has been feeding the animal for three weeks and is milking it for views. This is not that. What makes this different is the absence of anything staged. There is no music cue. There is no hero shot. The camera is not steady. The person filming is clearly not planning anything. The deer is not being led, called, baited, or coaxed. It is just there. And the people near it do the one thing nobody expects: they let it be. If you have ever tried to take a photo of a wild animal, you know how rare that is. The first instinct of almost every human is to move closer, reach, wave, call out, make noise. We cannot help ourselves. We are the most invasive species on the planet, and we think of ourselves as the gentle ones. Not here. Here, someone stood still. STILLNESS IS THE MOST POWERFUL THING A HUMAN CAN DO This is going to sound like a TED Talk, and I do not care. In the wild, the single most reliable signal of safety is stillness. Think about it from the deer's point of view. Predators move. Wolves, cougars, coyotes, they stalk, they creep, they accelerate. A thing that is standing completely still, with soft posture, no direct stare, and no sudden hand motions, is statistically not hunting. Hunters know this. Photographers know this. Anyone who has ever sat motionless in a blind for six hours and watched an entire forest go back to normal around them knows this. When you stop moving, the world forgets you are a threat. That is the entire secret. It is not magic. It is not a special bond. It is not some gift a few people have. It is patience, expressed as a body. And it is so rare that when we see it, we film it, and then we pass it around like a miracle. I want you to sit with that for a second. We are so unused to calm that watching one person stay calm near a wild animal feels like footage of something supernatural. Maybe that is why this clip is going the way it is going. Maybe it is not really about the deer. THE THING YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO DO (AND WHY I NEED TO SAY IT) Now I am going to be the bad guy for a minute, and I am going to do it because I would rather annoy you today than see a headline about you tomorrow. Do not feed wild deer. Not apples. Not carrots. Not crackers. Not that sad half-sandwich you are not going to finish. Not anything. It is illegal in many states, and the fines are real. But the law is not even the main reason. The main reason is what feeding does to the animal. A deer that gets fed by humans learns one lesson, and it learns it fast: people mean food. That lesson is permanent. It does not go away in the winter. It does not go away when the apples run out. It follows that animal to the road, to the neighbor's dog, to the kid with a plate of cookies who does not know better. The next stop in that chain is almost always the same: an animal that is no longer afraid, in a place where fear was the only thing keeping it alive. Biologists have a name for it. Habituation. And in places where it has taken hold, it has produced bucks that charge people over a sandwich, does that stomp dogs to death, and fawns that grow up believing the safest place in the world is a human porch. Every one of those stories ends badly. Almost always for the deer. Wildlife agencies relocate habituated animals only rarely, and relocation often fails. Many are euthanized. A fed deer is, very often, a dead deer, and the person who fed it never finds out. That is the unfair math. The human gets a story. The animal gets the bill. THE INVISIBLE PROBLEM IN A DEER'S MOUTH There is a second reason, and it is the one that makes biologists genuinely lose sleep. It is called chronic wasting disease. CWD is a fatal neurological disease that affects deer, elk, and moose. It is caused by a misfolded protein called a prion, the same class of infectious agent behind mad cow disease. There is no vaccine. There is no cure. Infected animals lose weight, lose coordination, lose fear of humans, and eventually die. It has been found in dozens of states and a growing list of countries. And it spreads in the most ordinary way imaginable: through saliva, urine, feces, and contaminated soil. The prions can persist in the environment for years. Which means that a deer licking something is not a harmless gesture. It is a transfer of material. In one direction or the other. And in places where animals crowd around the same feeding spot, the same hand, the same parking lot, they swap disease the way kids swap germs in a classroom. To date, there has been no confirmed case of CWD infecting a human. Health agencies still recommend not eating meat from infected animals, and they keep monitoring the situation, because prion diseases have a nasty history of surprising us. I am not saying this to ruin a good clip. I am saying it because the same clip that makes your heart melt could also be a warning label for the entire ecosystem, and almost nobody will say that part out loud. So hold both truths. They are both real. WHY YOU CANNOT STOP WATCHING Let me tell you what I think is actually going on in your brain when you watch something like this. Humans are wired for one very specific kind of story: the one where a thing that should be dangerous chooses gentleness. It is the oldest story we have. It is the lion lying down with the lamb. It is the dog who guarded the first fire. It is the wolf who walked toward a campsite twenty thousand years ago and, according to one version of history, became every dog you have ever loved. Every time we see a wild creature step across the line between wild and safe, something ancient in us goes quiet and warm. It feels like being forgiven for something we cannot name. That is why the comment sections under videos like this fill up with the same four words: I need this energy. People are not craving deer. They are craving that feeling of being unafraid and being met with kindness in return. The parking lot is just the stage. And the stage is brilliant, because it is so ordinary. You do not need a mountain. You do not need a safari. You do not need a rare permit. You need a Tuesday, a patch of asphalt, and the willingness to stand still. WHAT THE ANIMAL KNEW THE WHOLE TIME I want to say something about the deer itself, because I think we skip over it. Everything about that animal's body language, in every second of footage, says the same thing: it is paying attention. Not to the camera. Not to the cars. Not to the noise. To the people near it. Look at the ears. Look at where the eyes are pointing. Look at the way the head dips and lifts. That is not an animal in a trance. That is a mind running, carefully, through a list of questions. Is this person tense? Is this person holding anything? Is this person looking directly at me? Is this person moving toward me, or letting me move toward them? Deer read posture the way you read a face. They can tell the difference between a hand that is reaching to grab and a hand that is simply resting. They can tell the difference between a person who wants something and a person who is simply there. And every answer that animal got, in every second, was the same answer: you are fine. That is the story. Not that the deer was tame. That the humans, for those few moments, were safe. THE DEBATE THAT IS ALREADY TEARING THE COMMENTS APART Every clip like this splits the internet into two camps within about ninety seconds. I have seen it a hundred times. Here is what each side says, and I want you to notice that both of them have a point. Camp one: this is beautiful. A wild animal chose peace. A human responded with respect. Nobody got hurt, nobody got chased, nobody got fed, and for forty-eight seconds the world made sense. Let people have one good thing. Camp two: this is a problem dressed as a miracle. Deer in parking lots are deer near traffic. Deer near people are deer that end up in the news for the wrong reasons. Clips like this teach thousands of viewers that walking up to a wild animal is safe, and a few of them will try it with the wrong animal, at the wrong time of year, with the wrong amount of confidence. Both camps are right. That is why the argument never ends. Here is where I land, and you can disagree with me: the clip is not the danger. The lesson people take from the clip is the danger. Watch it as a gift. Do not copy it as a recipe. A wild animal doing something remarkable is not an invitation. It is a moment. And moments do not repeat on command. THE NUMBER THAT SHOULD SCARE YOU MORE THAN ANY ANTLER If you want to know what the real risk around deer is, forget the antlers. Look at the road. In the United States, drivers hit more than a million deer a year. Roughly two hundred people die in those collisions annually, and tens of thousands are injured. The damage runs into the billions. Deer do not understand roads. They understand grass on one side and water on the other. A parking lot is a road with a nicer logo. And here is the brutal part: an animal that has lost its fear of people has also lost its fear of the machines people drive. A deer that walks calmly between parked cars is a deer that will walk calmly in front of a truck. That is not drama. That is the exact reason wildlife managers hate the word cute. So the next time you see a deer standing beside a busy road, calm and curious and apparently unbothered, do not read it as a sign of peace. Read it as a countdown. THE TOWN THAT BECAME A DEER TOWN There is a reason this keeps happening in the same kinds of places. Across the American West, towns have spread into the exact valleys that deer used for winter range. Sidewalks replaced meadows. Lawns replaced native grass. Landscaping replaced sagebrush, and landscaping, it turns out, is delicious. Deer are not invading anything. They are loyal to land that was theirs long before the parking lot was poured. Think about what that means. These animals have been walking the same routes for generations. Their mothers walked them. Their grandmothers walked them. And now those routes pass through a grocery store lot, a gas station, a church, an elementary school. Wildlife biologists call this the urban edge, and it is one of the strangest laboratories on Earth. Deer there live longer, because there are fewer predators. They breed more, because there is more food. They lose their fear, because nothing has hurt them yet. And then something does. Understanding that makes the clip heavier. Because the animal you are about to watch is not a creature of the wild and not a creature of the town. It is something new, shaped by both, and we do not yet have a word for it. THE FIVE-SECOND RULE FOR MEETING A WILD ANIMAL Fine. You are going to see a deer one day. Maybe tonight. Maybe next to your car. What do you do? Here is the short version, straight from the people who do this for a living. One. Stop. Do not rush toward it. Do not wave. Do not call it over. Every second you stay calm is a second the animal stays calm. Two. Give it space. Wildlife agencies generally recommend at least twenty-five yards from deer, elk, and similar large animals. That is about the length of two buses. If you are closer than that and it is approaching you, you are not in charge of the situation anymore. Three. Keep your hands to yourself. No reaching. No offering. No touching. The moment you put a hand toward a wild animal you have stopped being a bystander and started being a variable. Four. Never, ever, feed it. We covered this. It is the single worst thing you can do for the animal. Five. Leave the way you came. Slowly. Do not turn it into a chase. Do not follow for a better angle. Do not crowd it for a photo. That is the whole list. Five rules, all of them free, none of them hard. And almost nobody follows them. WHY THE BEST WILDLIFE FOOTAGE IS ALWAYS ACCIDENTAL I want to tell you something I have learned from a decade of watching content go viral. The best clips are never planned. Not the ones with a million likes. Not the ones with ten million. The ones that stay in your head for a week are almost always filmed by someone who did not know they were filming anything special. Because planning kills the thing we are actually watching for: the unscripted instant when reality does something the script would never allow. Look at how this one is shot. Vertical. Handheld. A little shaky. The framing is slightly off. The sun is in the wrong place. The audio picks up whatever happened to be nearby. A professional would have thrown it away. And yet that imperfection is exactly why it works. It tells your brain: this happened. Nobody arranged this. Nobody had time to. In an age when everything online feels manufactured, raw footage of a real moment is the rarest luxury we have. THREE THINGS TO WATCH FOR (WITHOUT ME SPOILING ANYTHING) I promised I would not describe the clip. I am a man of my word. But I will give you three things to watch for, so you do not miss what makes it special. First, watch the distance. Notice how close the animal is willing to get, and then ask yourself how close you would let a wild thing get before your instincts took over. Second, watch the stillness. Not the animal's. The people's. See how little they move, and how much that tiny amount of movement matters. Third, watch the last few seconds. That is where everything changes. That is where the clip stops being a cute animal video and becomes something else entirely, something I have not been able to shake since I first saw it. If you only watch one thing today, make it that. THE QUESTION THAT HAUNTS ME I keep coming back to one question. Why do we need clips like this? We have more access to nature footage than any generation in history. We have documentaries filmed from satellites and cameras that can follow a snow leopard across a Himalayan ridge. We can watch anything, anywhere, in ultra-high definition. And yet a shaky vertical video from a parking lot hits harder than any of it. I think the reason is simple. A documentary shows you nature as something far away. A parking lot shows you nature as something that can touch your life on an ordinary day. We spend most of our lives sealed inside cars, offices, and screens. We have built a world designed to keep the wild out. And every so often, the wild walks up to the door, shrugs, and says: still here. That is why we stop. That is why we watch. That is why we send it to our mothers. It is not really a video about a deer. It is a video about the thin line between the world we built and the world we came from, and the quiet, shocking moment when one steps across it. WHY THIS CLIP WILL OUTLIVE THE WEEK Most viral videos burn out in a day. They spike, they get stolen, they get reposted with a siren emoji, and by Friday nobody can remember what they were about. A few do not. The ones that last share a single trait: they give you a story you can retell in one sentence. A deer walked up to a stranger in a parking lot, and the stranger did everything right. That is it. That is the whole pitch. You will say it out loud to somebody at dinner. They will ask to see it. And the cycle will start again. I have watched that pattern build empires. I have never once seen it fail. THE LAST THING I WILL SAY BEFORE YOU PRESS PLAY If you take nothing else from this post, take this. Wild animals are not props. They are not pets. They are not mascots. They are not content, even when they make great content. They are neighbors with a very different set of rules, and they are doing their best in a world that keeps changing underneath them. The ones that show up in parking lots are not ambassadors. They are survivors, figuring out a landscape that was redrawn without their consent. When one of them meets a human with calm and respect, and nobody gets hurt, that is not a trick of the algorithm. That is a rare, fragile, genuinely good thing. So watch the clip. Watch it once for the animal. Watch it again for the people. Then watch it a third time and ask yourself the question I cannot stop asking: What would I have done? Would you have stayed still? Would you have reached out? Would you have backed away? Would you have grabbed your phone, or would you have forgotten you owned one? Be honest. Most of us would have gotten it wrong. Drop your answer below. I read every reply, and the best ones will be pinned. And if this post made you feel something, even a little, send it to the one person you know who still believes the world has room for quiet miracles. They need to see this. Everyone does. Now press play, and tell me what you saw. P.S. If you have ever stood still in front of a wild animal and felt the whole world go quiet, you already know what I am talking about. Tell me where it happened, what it was, and how long the moment lasted. I collect these stories, and the strangest one gets its own post tomorrow.
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A 250-pound wild animal just walked through a parking lot full of strangers, ignored every rule it was born with, and did something that should be biologically impossible. Nobody screamed. Nobody ran. Nobody reached for a phone fast enough. Except one person. And that one person is the reason you are reading this. Before I tell you why this clip is going to wreck your afternoon, I need you to understand one thing: this was not a petting zoo. This was not a farm. This was not a trained animal with a handler hiding behind a bush. This was a Tuesday-evening parking lot. Asphalt. Painted white lines. Open car doors. Somebody's groceries still in the trunk. And a wild buck with a full set of antlers decided the safest place in the entire valley was right next to us. Read that again. Then keep reading, because the part that made me stop scrolling is not the animal. It's what the human did next. THE RULE EVERY WILD ANIMAL FOLLOWS (UNTIL THIS ONE DIDN'T) Here is the deal every deer on Earth signs at birth. Rule one: humans are predators. Rule two: predators are to be avoided at a distance of at least a hundred yards. Rule three: if rules one and two fail, run, and ask questions never. A deer that breaks those rules does not get to pass its genes along. That is not poetry. That is the math of survival. For about ten million years, the deer that stayed wary lived, and the deer that got curious became dinner. So when you see a mature buck, with a rack that took an entire summer to grow, walk across open pavement toward a human being, you are not watching a cute moment. You are watching a hundred-million-dollar evolutionary security system get overridden in real time. Something switched off. And I want to know what. Because here is what the biologists will tell you: wild animals do not walk up to people by accident. They calculate. Every step. Every ear flick. Every pause. A deer's entire life is a risk assessment that never stops running, not even when it sleeps. This one ran the numbers. And the numbers said: go. That is the first thing that should bother you. The second thing is worse. WHAT A MULE DEER SEES THAT YOU DON'T Let's talk about the animal itself, because most people have no idea what they are looking at. This is a mule deer. Not the white-tailed deer from your grandmother's backyard that eats her tulips. Mule deer are the big-country cousin. The western ones. The ones that live where the land is steep, dry, and unforgiving. They are named for the ears. Enormous, mule-sized ears that swivel independently, like two satellite dishes aimed at different threats at the same time. One ear can be tracking a car door slamming while the other is tracking a branch snapping a hundred feet behind it. Think about that. While you were reading this sentence, a mule deer would have processed about forty things you never noticed. Their antlers are a different story entirely. Mule deer antlers do not grow like a hat rack, with one main beam and short spikes. They fork. Then they fork again. Every branch splits into two, like a river delta made of bone. Biologists call it dichotomous branching, and it is one of the fastest ways to tell a mule deer from any other deer in North America. And here is the part that gets me every time. That entire rack, the weight, the bone, the symmetry, grows back from scratch every single year. It falls off in winter. It regrows in spring. By late summer it is a fully hardened weapon, and the velvet that fed it peels off in strips. Antlers are one of the fastest-growing tissues in the entire mammal kingdom. A living thing is building bone faster than almost anything else on the planet, and it does it every year, on a diet of grass, shrubs, and whatever it can find. Now picture the animal carrying all that, taking a slow, deliberate stroll through a place built entirely for humans. You would expect panic. You would expect the sprint. Mule deer do not run like other deer. They bounce. It is called stotting, all four hooves hitting the ground and launching off at the same time, like four pogo sticks fused together. It lets them take off uphill, over rocks, over fences, at speeds past thirty-five miles an hour. This animal could have been gone in two seconds. It chose not to be. THE PARKING LOT NOBODY WARNED YOU ABOUT I need to explain something about the setting, because it changes everything. A parking lot is the single most hostile environment a wild deer can walk into. It has no cover. It has no escape routes. It has hard surfaces that echo every sound. It has engines, doors, keys, and sudden movements from every angle. It smells like exhaust, oil, rubber, perfume, fast food, and sunscreen. Every instinct a deer owns says: do not go there. And yet they do. More and more of them. In towns across the West, deer have learned that the same open space that feels dangerous also has something they cannot find in the wild: reliable, concentrated minerals. Salt, in particular. Which brings me to the secret that explains half the strange deer behavior you will ever see. DEER ARE ADDICTED TO SALT, AND YOU ARE COVERED IN IT Wild deer are chronically short on sodium. The plants they eat are rich in potassium and poor in salt, which means their bodies are constantly hunting for it, the way you would hunt for water in a desert. That craving is so strong that deer will travel miles for a salt lick. They will chew on road shoulders that were salted for winter ice. They will lick rocks, soil, cattle blocks, and, yes, the sweaty palm of a stranger. Your skin is a salt block with a pulse. Sweat is salty. Sunscreen is salty. Hand lotion is salty. The residue left on a car door handle from a thousand different hands is salty. And a deer's nose is roughly fifty times more sensitive than yours, which means that where you smell nothing, it smells a buffet. So when a deer walks up to a person and licks them, the cute story is: it trusts you. The honest story is: it has just identified you as a resource. And that is where this gets interesting, because both of those stories can be true at once. And the gap between them is exactly where the danger lives. I will get to that. But first I want to talk about the October problem. WHY THIS HAPPENED NOW, IN THIS EXACT WEEK Timing matters. This was not shot in June. This was shot in the weeks leading up to the rut. The rut is the mating season, and for mule deer it kicks into gear in the late fall. In the weeks before it, a buck's body becomes a chemistry experiment. Testosterone surges. The neck swells to nearly twice its normal width. Appetite explodes, then collapses. Bucks that spent the summer in friendly bachelor groups start sizing each other up like boxers at a weigh-in. And here is the part nobody puts in the viral captions: bucks in the pre-rut and rut do strange things. They stop eating normally. They stop sleeping normally. They take risks they would never take in July. They cross highways. They chase. They ignore threats they would normally flee from. Sometimes that makes them aggressive. Sometimes it makes them bold in a calm, almost dreamy way, drifting through human spaces like they have somewhere to be and nobody on Earth will stop them. Wildlife officers across the country put out the same warning every fall: the most dangerous time to be near a deer is the exact time they look the most relaxed around you. Hold that thought. Because the clip you are about to watch lives right on that line. THE MOMENT THAT BROKE THE INTERNET'S BRAIN I have been posting on this platform for over a decade. I have watched thousands of animal videos. I know what a staged one looks like. I know what an edited one looks like. I know what a clip looks like when somebody has been feeding the animal for three weeks and is milking it for views. This is not that. What makes this different is the absence of anything staged. There is no music cue. There is no hero shot. The camera is not steady. The person filming is clearly not planning anything. The deer is not being led, called, baited, or coaxed. It is just there. And the people near it do the one thing nobody expects: they let it be. If you have ever tried to take a photo of a wild animal, you know how rare that is. The first instinct of almost every human is to move closer, reach, wave, call out, make noise. We cannot help ourselves. We are the most invasive species on the planet, and we think of ourselves as the gentle ones. Not here. Here, someone stood still. STILLNESS IS THE MOST POWERFUL THING A HUMAN CAN DO This is going to sound like a TED Talk, and I do not care. In the wild, the single most reliable signal of safety is stillness. Think about it from the deer's point of view. Predators move. Wolves, cougars, coyotes, they stalk, they creep, they accelerate. A thing that is standing completely still, with soft posture, no direct stare, and no sudden hand motions, is statistically not hunting. Hunters know this. Photographers know this. Anyone who has ever sat motionless in a blind for six hours and watched an entire forest go back to normal around them knows this. When you stop moving, the world forgets you are a threat. That is the entire secret. It is not magic. It is not a special bond. It is not some gift a few people have. It is patience, expressed as a body. And it is so rare that when we see it, we film it, and then we pass it around like a miracle. I want you to sit with that for a second. We are so unused to calm that watching one person stay calm near a wild animal feels like footage of something supernatural. Maybe that is why this clip is going the way it is going. Maybe it is not really about the deer. THE THING YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO DO (AND WHY I NEED TO SAY IT) Now I am going to be the bad guy for a minute, and I am going to do it because I would rather annoy you today than see a headline about you tomorrow. Do not feed wild deer. Not apples. Not carrots. Not crackers. Not that sad half-sandwich you are not going to finish. Not anything. It is illegal in many states, and the fines are real. But the law is not even the main reason. The main reason is what feeding does to the animal. A deer that gets fed by humans learns one lesson, and it learns it fast: people mean food. That lesson is permanent. It does not go away in the winter. It does not go away when the apples run out. It follows that animal to the road, to the neighbor's dog, to the kid with a plate of cookies who does not know better. The next stop in that chain is almost always the same: an animal that is no longer afraid, in a place where fear was the only thing keeping it alive. Biologists have a name for it. Habituation. And in places where it has taken hold, it has produced bucks that charge people over a sandwich, does that stomp dogs to death, and fawns that grow up believing the safest place in the world is a human porch. Every one of those stories ends badly. Almost always for the deer. Wildlife agencies relocate habituated animals only rarely, and relocation often fails. Many are euthanized. A fed deer is, very often, a dead deer, and the person who fed it never finds out. That is the unfair math. The human gets a story. The animal gets the bill. THE INVISIBLE PROBLEM IN A DEER'S MOUTH There is a second reason, and it is the one that makes biologists genuinely lose sleep. It is called chronic wasting disease. CWD is a fatal neurological disease that affects deer, elk, and moose. It is caused by a misfolded protein called a prion, the same class of infectious agent behind mad cow disease. There is no vaccine. There is no cure. Infected animals lose weight, lose coordination, lose fear of humans, and eventually die. It has been found in dozens of states and a growing list of countries. And it spreads in the most ordinary way imaginable: through saliva, urine, feces, and contaminated soil. The prions can persist in the environment for years. Which means that a deer licking something is not a harmless gesture. It is a transfer of material. In one direction or the other. And in places where animals crowd around the same feeding spot, the same hand, the same parking lot, they swap disease the way kids swap germs in a classroom. To date, there has been no confirmed case of CWD infecting a human. Health agencies still recommend not eating meat from infected animals, and they keep monitoring the situation, because prion diseases have a nasty history of surprising us. I am not saying this to ruin a good clip. I am saying it because the same clip that makes your heart melt could also be a warning label for the entire ecosystem, and almost nobody will say that part out loud. So hold both truths. They are both real. WHY YOU CANNOT STOP WATCHING Let me tell you what I think is actually going on in your brain when you watch something like this. Humans are wired for one very specific kind of story: the one where a thing that should be dangerous chooses gentleness. It is the oldest story we have. It is the lion lying down with the lamb. It is the dog who guarded the first fire. It is the wolf who walked toward a campsite twenty thousand years ago and, according to one version of history, became every dog you have ever loved. Every time we see a wild creature step across the line between wild and safe, something ancient in us goes quiet and warm. It feels like being forgiven for something we cannot name. That is why the comment sections under videos like this fill up with the same four words: I need this energy. People are not craving deer. They are craving that feeling of being unafraid and being met with kindness in return. The parking lot is just the stage. And the stage is brilliant, because it is so ordinary. You do not need a mountain. You do not need a safari. You do not need a rare permit. You need a Tuesday, a patch of asphalt, and the willingness to stand still. WHAT THE ANIMAL KNEW THE WHOLE TIME I want to say something about the deer itself, because I think we skip over it. Everything about that animal's body language, in every second of footage, says the same thing: it is paying attention. Not to the camera. Not to the cars. Not to the noise. To the people near it. Look at the ears. Look at where the eyes are pointing. Look at the way the head dips and lifts. That is not an animal in a trance. That is a mind running, carefully, through a list of questions. Is this person tense? Is this person holding anything? Is this person looking directly at me? Is this person moving toward me, or letting me move toward them? Deer read posture the way you read a face. They can tell the difference between a hand that is reaching to grab and a hand that is simply resting. They can tell the difference between a person who wants something and a person who is simply there. And every answer that animal got, in every second, was the same answer: you are fine. That is the story. Not that the deer was tame. That the humans, for those few moments, were safe. THE DEBATE THAT IS ALREADY TEARING THE COMMENTS APART Every clip like this splits the internet into two camps within about ninety seconds. I have seen it a hundred times. Here is what each side says, and I want you to notice that both of them have a point. Camp one: this is beautiful. A wild animal chose peace. A human responded with respect. Nobody got hurt, nobody got chased, nobody got fed, and for forty-eight seconds the world made sense. Let people have one good thing. Camp two: this is a problem dressed as a miracle. Deer in parking lots are deer near traffic. Deer near people are deer that end up in the news for the wrong reasons. Clips like this teach thousands of viewers that walking up to a wild animal is safe, and a few of them will try it with the wrong animal, at the wrong time of year, with the wrong amount of confidence. Both camps are right. That is why the argument never ends. Here is where I land, and you can disagree with me: the clip is not the danger. The lesson people take from the clip is the danger. Watch it as a gift. Do not copy it as a recipe. A wild animal doing something remarkable is not an invitation. It is a moment. And moments do not repeat on command. THE NUMBER THAT SHOULD SCARE YOU MORE THAN ANY ANTLER If you want to know what the real risk around deer is, forget the antlers. Look at the road. In the United States, drivers hit more than a million deer a year. Roughly two hundred people die in those collisions annually, and tens of thousands are injured. The damage runs into the billions. Deer do not understand roads. They understand grass on one side and water on the other. A parking lot is a road with a nicer logo. And here is the brutal part: an animal that has lost its fear of people has also lost its fear of the machines people drive. A deer that walks calmly between parked cars is a deer that will walk calmly in front of a truck. That is not drama. That is the exact reason wildlife managers hate the word cute. So the next time you see a deer standing beside a busy road, calm and curious and apparently unbothered, do not read it as a sign of peace. Read it as a countdown. THE TOWN THAT BECAME A DEER TOWN There is a reason this keeps happening in the same kinds of places. Across the American West, towns have spread into the exact valleys that deer used for winter range. Sidewalks replaced meadows. Lawns replaced native grass. Landscaping replaced sagebrush, and landscaping, it turns out, is delicious. Deer are not invading anything. They are loyal to land that was theirs long before the parking lot was poured. Think about what that means. These animals have been walking the same routes for generations. Their mothers walked them. Their grandmothers walked them. And now those routes pass through a grocery store lot, a gas station, a church, an elementary school. Wildlife biologists call this the urban edge, and it is one of the strangest laboratories on Earth. Deer there live longer, because there are fewer predators. They breed more, because there is more food. They lose their fear, because nothing has hurt them yet. And then something does. Understanding that makes the clip heavier. Because the animal you are about to watch is not a creature of the wild and not a creature of the town. It is something new, shaped by both, and we do not yet have a word for it. THE FIVE-SECOND RULE FOR MEETING A WILD ANIMAL Fine. You are going to see a deer one day. Maybe tonight. Maybe next to your car. What do you do? Here is the short version, straight from the people who do this for a living. One. Stop. Do not rush toward it. Do not wave. Do not call it over. Every second you stay calm is a second the animal stays calm. Two. Give it space. Wildlife agencies generally recommend at least twenty-five yards from deer, elk, and similar large animals. That is about the length of two buses. If you are closer than that and it is approaching you, you are not in charge of the situation anymore. Three. Keep your hands to yourself. No reaching. No offering. No touching. The moment you put a hand toward a wild animal you have stopped being a bystander and started being a variable. Four. Never, ever, feed it. We covered this. It is the single worst thing you can do for the animal. Five. Leave the way you came. Slowly. Do not turn it into a chase. Do not follow for a better angle. Do not crowd it for a photo. That is the whole list. Five rules, all of them free, none of them hard. And almost nobody follows them. WHY THE BEST WILDLIFE FOOTAGE IS ALWAYS ACCIDENTAL I want to tell you something I have learned from a decade of watching content go viral. The best clips are never planned. Not the ones with a million likes. Not the ones with ten million. The ones that stay in your head for a week are almost always filmed by someone who did not know they were filming anything special. Because planning kills the thing we are actually watching for: the unscripted instant when reality does something the script would never allow. Look at how this one is shot. Vertical. Handheld. A little shaky. The framing is slightly off. The sun is in the wrong place. The audio picks up whatever happened to be nearby. A professional would have thrown it away. And yet that imperfection is exactly why it works. It tells your brain: this happened. Nobody arranged this. Nobody had time to. In an age when everything online feels manufactured, raw footage of a real moment is the rarest luxury we have. THREE THINGS TO WATCH FOR (WITHOUT ME SPOILING ANYTHING) I promised I would not describe the clip. I am a man of my word. But I will give you three things to watch for, so you do not miss what makes it special. First, watch the distance. Notice how close the animal is willing to get, and then ask yourself how close you would let a wild thing get before your instincts took over. Second, watch the stillness. Not the animal's. The people's. See how little they move, and how much that tiny amount of movement matters. Third, watch the last few seconds. That is where everything changes. That is where the clip stops being a cute animal video and becomes something else entirely, something I have not been able to shake since I first saw it. If you only watch one thing today, make it that. THE QUESTION THAT HAUNTS ME I keep coming back to one question. Why do we need clips like this? We have more access to nature footage than any generation in history. We have documentaries filmed from satellites and cameras that can follow a snow leopard across a Himalayan ridge. We can watch anything, anywhere, in ultra-high definition. And yet a shaky vertical video from a parking lot hits harder than any of it. I think the reason is simple. A documentary shows you nature as something far away. A parking lot shows you nature as something that can touch your life on an ordinary day. We spend most of our lives sealed inside cars, offices, and screens. We have built a world designed to keep the wild out. And every so often, the wild walks up to the door, shrugs, and says: still here. That is why we stop. That is why we watch. That is why we send it to our mothers. It is not really a video about a deer. It is a video about the thin line between the world we built and the world we came from, and the quiet, shocking moment when one steps across it. WHY THIS CLIP WILL OUTLIVE THE WEEK Most viral videos burn out in a day. They spike, they get stolen, they get reposted with a siren emoji, and by Friday nobody can remember what they were about. A few do not. The ones that last share a single trait: they give you a story you can retell in one sentence. A deer walked up to a stranger in a parking lot, and the stranger did everything right. That is it. That is the whole pitch. You will say it out loud to somebody at dinner. They will ask to see it. And the cycle will start again. I have watched that pattern build empires. I have never once seen it fail. THE LAST THING I WILL SAY BEFORE YOU PRESS PLAY If you take nothing else from this post, take this. Wild animals are not props. They are not pets. They are not mascots. They are not content, even when they make great content. They are neighbors with a very different set of rules, and they are doing their best in a world that keeps changing underneath them. The ones that show up in parking lots are not ambassadors. They are survivors, figuring out a landscape that was redrawn without their consent. When one of them meets a human with calm and respect, and nobody gets hurt, that is not a trick of the algorithm. That is a rare, fragile, genuinely good thing. So watch the clip. Watch it once for the animal. Watch it again for the people. Then watch it a third time and ask yourself the question I cannot stop asking: What would I have done? Would you have stayed still? Would you have reached out? Would you have backed away? Would you have grabbed your phone, or would you have forgotten you owned one? Be honest. Most of us would have gotten it wrong. Drop your answer below. I read every reply, and the best ones will be pinned. And if this post made you feel something, even a little, send it to the one person you know who still believes the world has room for quiet miracles. They need to see this. Everyone does. Now press play, and tell me what you saw. P.S. If you have ever stood still in front of a wild animal and felt the whole world go quiet, you already know what I am talking about. Tell me where it happened, what it was, and how long the moment lasted. I collect these stories, and the strangest one gets its own post tomorrow.

Earth Unveiled

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Analyzing Episode 55. Season 2 aka The Violence of Alignment If I visualize CihAl's journey for this season, a spiral tightening its rings comes to mind. There's always one problem after another, spiking in intensity and reaction. And, the weight of it is reflected in both Alya's increasingly somber demeanor. But, here's the thing. In every new problem, there's an echo of the old one, which leaves one with an inevitable feeling of deja vu - for the audience and the characters. We'll get to why towards the end of this analysis. For now, on we go. We kick off epi 55 with Cihan being introduced to Meryem *cough* dishrag *cough* by Sadakat. And what follows is a breakdown of her story with Cihan listening. However, when Meryem recounted her past woes, I focused less on her words and more on Cihan's words and expression. And what follows is a masterclass in the difference between sympathy and empathy. Kudos to Ozan Akbaba for portraying the difference. I couldn't help but compare the situation to when Cihan is listening to Alya's account of her past. With Alya, Cihan leans forward, barely moving. He listens, but his face tends to reflect his own emotion and mirrors Alya's at times - in other words, he's living those events with her. When he talks, his voice drops lower, but more importantly, there's a gentle softness meant to soothe. With Meryem, Cihan's body language is a tad more detached. When he's leaning forward in the seat, his hands are extended in front of him, clasped together, creating space. Then he leans back, one arm extended on the table, the other on his thigh. Again, there's this feel of distance. His voice remains soft, but there's no tenderness. He's not trying to alleviate, rather he's simply listening. Don't get me wrong, it's not like the guy doesn't feel bad for her, because what she relates shouldn't be experienced by anyone. But empathy goes beyond sympathy. Empathy is when you hurt with the one who's hurting. And that difference, to me, is clear between the two scenes. Long story short, when he's heard what Meryem's gone through, he offers to help get her out of prison because he feels responsible in part for her misfortunes. He says it's his 'duty' to help her. Here's what's interesting: when Meryem says his kindness and heart haven't changed, he gets uncomfortable. And after that, he's the one to get up from the chair, signaling the end of the conversation. Like he wants to get out of there, because some part of him that's not stupidly male understands Meryem's still attached to him, but he has no interest in that whatsoever. His method of saying goodbye is a handshake, again, a testament to his aloofness. And when Meryem hugs him, his hands remain at their sides; the man could have been a pillar. So, while he speaks not of Alya, the one time he takes her name, he drives the message across that 'she's no one ordinary' and 'tread carefully'. Honestly, I don't think he wants to talk about Alya to Meryem. Not because Alya's not important, but because Alya is too important. The part of his life that Alya represents is his alone, and he's very possessive about sharing that with anyone. To him, Meryem is a past that exists, but one that he would erase if he had the choice, because it hurts Alya. And that's pretty much the whole feel of this conversation. He wants to help Meryem, but he also wants her gone because her presence is a source of discomfort to Alya. Speaking of discomforts, the next scene I want to talk about is when the massive turd, who happens to be Alya's ex-husband, goes to the hospital to threaten her some more. Seriously, this character is a step short of absolute psycho. He's incapable of true emotion, just like his mother. Anyway, when Alya is explaining why she hasn't moved out yet, the zombie's eyes zero in on her wedding band. And, of course, being who he is, he absolutely ignores the topic of Deniz, his own flesh and blood, and instead, wants the ring gone because it symbolizes Alya's love and attachment to Cihan. Thankfully, Cihan arrives in time to push away the zombie and to hear Alya proclaim that while Boran has the power to use her son and distance her from Cihan physically, he has no power over her heart and who reigns over it. Now, think back to that conversation where Deniz wants her to pick between Cihan and himself. And Cihan says Deniz's throne (or place) in her heart is so secure, he's happy to live in the shadow of that throne. While Alya smiles at Cihan's response, she also looks miserable later at the thought of not being able to tell Cihan that things aren't exactly so. However, I think she manages to get her point across in this scene without even realizing it. Because while she may make sacrifices for her son, no amount of blackmail, pain, or hurt can remove Cihan's love from her heart. Now, I don't know about you, but that sounds almost like an equal footing. The only difference is that she's bound to protect her son, because, unlike Cihan, he can't protect himself. And that's what leads Cihan to later tell Alya that her words are etched across his heart, and that he's never felt that loved by anyone. Curiously enough, this scene also brings the spotlight on two other details: Alya's 'anka' side and the wedding ring. Both of which will feature rather greatly, in the coming episodes, I think. Now, there's a rumor going around that Alya will take off her wedding ring. And, I don't know, the fact that Cihan's almost preening at Alya, still wearing the ring, and Alya saying 'I couldn't take it off' tells me that's not what's going to happen. For some reason, I'm beginning to get the vibes of a showdown of trust in the same vein as episode 27. Now you may argue that Cihan actually tells Alya about Mine's pregnancy in that episode, but CihAl have had a long journey since then. Alya has seen Cihan choose her over Boran with her own eyes. She's seen the lengths the man has gone to for her and Deniz. So, yes, she might be pissed about something or the other related to Meryem in future episodes, but her taking off the ring seems not within her character somehow. But hey, that's just me, and I could be wrong. Anyway, the final scene I want to talk about is, of course, the ending. Everyone kept focusing on why Cihan allowed Meryem to hold his hands, but I focused on his words. Because he very clearly tells Meryem that he's no longer in love with her, that he's moved on, and that she should not hang about in the hopes of that ever changing. In his own way, Cihan is quite ruthless here. He draws a line, but his words are designed not to hurt, because he's not an ahole. He just wants dishrag to understand that even the thought of Alya being hurt pains him more now than anything else. And, he's not very kind to people who try to hurt Alya. It's a disclosure and warning, but in the form of steel wrapped in satin. Now, let's go back to the beginning for a bit, where I mentioned spiraling events. See, I somehow thought that those vows Cihal took 'savaşta, bedelde, kararda, kaderde, aşkta' were linear levels. That they'd clear them one by one and get to love. But when you see the overall structure of their journey in this season, it's not linear at all. Because all those things have existed in one form or another since ep 29. There's always an element of all of these conditions in every episode. Which is why we keep thinking, wait a minute, we've been here before. But as I said, the spiral is tightening itself. With every episode, the stakes are raised higher, and CihAl are pushed a little bit closer to the edge. Almost like the deep breath before the plunge. And here’s where things get interesting. Because what feels like repetition is not actually stagnation, it’s confrontation deferred, coming back sharper each time. Every cycle brings them back to the same point. Their love deepens, fear follows, a decision is made in the name of protection, and that decision creates distance instead of resolution. Which brings me back to the vows - savaşta, bedelde, kararda, kaderde, aşkta. I was wrong to think of them as steps. They’re not something Cihan and Alya are moving towards; they’re something CihAl are already inside of. Every episode is them living those vows in real time. But with every new episode, the pressure mounts, like music builds to a crescendo. And yet, within all of that, aşk remains. Not as a reward at the end of the journey. But as the one thing that refuses to disappear, no matter how many times everything else goes wrong. And maybe that's why episode 55 feels the way it does. It creates the illusion that everything is falling apart, yet again, when in reality, everything is being forced into alignment. Something is moving all the pieces on the chessboard for an ultimate showdown. And the process gets more violent by the minute. Cihan hides the truth because he thinks love needs protection. Alya experiences that same act as distance, almost betrayal. Meanwhile, Boran and Sadakat keep pushing, and Meryem drops like a freaking bomb at the worst possible moment. Suddenly, everything that could have remained unsaid, unresolved, or postponed is dragged into the open. This has all the hallmarks of a breaking point. Note, I said breaking point, not breakdown. Because, unlike breakdowns, breaking points are used for revelations. I guess what I'm trying to say is things are headed towards alignment, not just for the overall story, but also CihAl's journey individually. Because Cihan and Alya also keep repeating their mistakes. Their growth requires something along the lines of a push, too. So, we have war, sacrifice, decisions, fate, and love, all coming to a head. And while there are plenty of reasons to feel ominous, I personally don't. The story is no longer about them loving each other - we're well past that. It’s about whether they can finally stand in that love openly and without any fear. Because everything is pushing them toward a breaking point, not to destroy them, I think, but to shape them into who they need to be. And if there’s one thing CihAl have proven since day one, it’s this - they don’t fall apart under pressure, they grow stronger, and they survive the impossible. #CihAl #UzakŞehir
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Analyzing Episode 55. Season 2 aka The Violence of Alignment If I visualize CihAl's journey for this season, a spiral tightening its rings comes to mind. There's always one problem after another, spiking in intensity and reaction. And, the weight of it is reflected in both Alya's increasingly somber demeanor. But, here's the thing. In every new problem, there's an echo of the old one, which leaves one with an inevitable feeling of deja vu - for the audience and the characters. We'll get to why towards the end of this analysis. For now, on we go. We kick off epi 55 with Cihan being introduced to Meryem *cough* dishrag *cough* by Sadakat. And what follows is a breakdown of her story with Cihan listening. However, when Meryem recounted her past woes, I focused less on her words and more on Cihan's words and expression. And what follows is a masterclass in the difference between sympathy and empathy. Kudos to Ozan Akbaba for portraying the difference. I couldn't help but compare the situation to when Cihan is listening to Alya's account of her past. With Alya, Cihan leans forward, barely moving. He listens, but his face tends to reflect his own emotion and mirrors Alya's at times - in other words, he's living those events with her. When he talks, his voice drops lower, but more importantly, there's a gentle softness meant to soothe. With Meryem, Cihan's body language is a tad more detached. When he's leaning forward in the seat, his hands are extended in front of him, clasped together, creating space. Then he leans back, one arm extended on the table, the other on his thigh. Again, there's this feel of distance. His voice remains soft, but there's no tenderness. He's not trying to alleviate, rather he's simply listening. Don't get me wrong, it's not like the guy doesn't feel bad for her, because what she relates shouldn't be experienced by anyone. But empathy goes beyond sympathy. Empathy is when you hurt with the one who's hurting. And that difference, to me, is clear between the two scenes. Long story short, when he's heard what Meryem's gone through, he offers to help get her out of prison because he feels responsible in part for her misfortunes. He says it's his 'duty' to help her. Here's what's interesting: when Meryem says his kindness and heart haven't changed, he gets uncomfortable. And after that, he's the one to get up from the chair, signaling the end of the conversation. Like he wants to get out of there, because some part of him that's not stupidly male understands Meryem's still attached to him, but he has no interest in that whatsoever. His method of saying goodbye is a handshake, again, a testament to his aloofness. And when Meryem hugs him, his hands remain at their sides; the man could have been a pillar. So, while he speaks not of Alya, the one time he takes her name, he drives the message across that 'she's no one ordinary' and 'tread carefully'. Honestly, I don't think he wants to talk about Alya to Meryem. Not because Alya's not important, but because Alya is too important. The part of his life that Alya represents is his alone, and he's very possessive about sharing that with anyone. To him, Meryem is a past that exists, but one that he would erase if he had the choice, because it hurts Alya. And that's pretty much the whole feel of this conversation. He wants to help Meryem, but he also wants her gone because her presence is a source of discomfort to Alya. Speaking of discomforts, the next scene I want to talk about is when the massive turd, who happens to be Alya's ex-husband, goes to the hospital to threaten her some more. Seriously, this character is a step short of absolute psycho. He's incapable of true emotion, just like his mother. Anyway, when Alya is explaining why she hasn't moved out yet, the zombie's eyes zero in on her wedding band. And, of course, being who he is, he absolutely ignores the topic of Deniz, his own flesh and blood, and instead, wants the ring gone because it symbolizes Alya's love and attachment to Cihan. Thankfully, Cihan arrives in time to push away the zombie and to hear Alya proclaim that while Boran has the power to use her son and distance her from Cihan physically, he has no power over her heart and who reigns over it. Now, think back to that conversation where Deniz wants her to pick between Cihan and himself. And Cihan says Deniz's throne (or place) in her heart is so secure, he's happy to live in the shadow of that throne. While Alya smiles at Cihan's response, she also looks miserable later at the thought of not being able to tell Cihan that things aren't exactly so. However, I think she manages to get her point across in this scene without even realizing it. Because while she may make sacrifices for her son, no amount of blackmail, pain, or hurt can remove Cihan's love from her heart. Now, I don't know about you, but that sounds almost like an equal footing. The only difference is that she's bound to protect her son, because, unlike Cihan, he can't protect himself. And that's what leads Cihan to later tell Alya that her words are etched across his heart, and that he's never felt that loved by anyone. Curiously enough, this scene also brings the spotlight on two other details: Alya's 'anka' side and the wedding ring. Both of which will feature rather greatly, in the coming episodes, I think. Now, there's a rumor going around that Alya will take off her wedding ring. And, I don't know, the fact that Cihan's almost preening at Alya, still wearing the ring, and Alya saying 'I couldn't take it off' tells me that's not what's going to happen. For some reason, I'm beginning to get the vibes of a showdown of trust in the same vein as episode 27. Now you may argue that Cihan actually tells Alya about Mine's pregnancy in that episode, but CihAl have had a long journey since then. Alya has seen Cihan choose her over Boran with her own eyes. She's seen the lengths the man has gone to for her and Deniz. So, yes, she might be pissed about something or the other related to Meryem in future episodes, but her taking off the ring seems not within her character somehow. But hey, that's just me, and I could be wrong. Anyway, the final scene I want to talk about is, of course, the ending. Everyone kept focusing on why Cihan allowed Meryem to hold his hands, but I focused on his words. Because he very clearly tells Meryem that he's no longer in love with her, that he's moved on, and that she should not hang about in the hopes of that ever changing. In his own way, Cihan is quite ruthless here. He draws a line, but his words are designed not to hurt, because he's not an ahole. He just wants dishrag to understand that even the thought of Alya being hurt pains him more now than anything else. And, he's not very kind to people who try to hurt Alya. It's a disclosure and warning, but in the form of steel wrapped in satin. Now, let's go back to the beginning for a bit, where I mentioned spiraling events. See, I somehow thought that those vows Cihal took 'savaşta, bedelde, kararda, kaderde, aşkta' were linear levels. That they'd clear them one by one and get to love. But when you see the overall structure of their journey in this season, it's not linear at all. Because all those things have existed in one form or another since ep 29. There's always an element of all of these conditions in every episode. Which is why we keep thinking, wait a minute, we've been here before. But as I said, the spiral is tightening itself. With every episode, the stakes are raised higher, and CihAl are pushed a little bit closer to the edge. Almost like the deep breath before the plunge. And here’s where things get interesting. Because what feels like repetition is not actually stagnation, it’s confrontation deferred, coming back sharper each time. Every cycle brings them back to the same point. Their love deepens, fear follows, a decision is made in the name of protection, and that decision creates distance instead of resolution. Which brings me back to the vows - savaşta, bedelde, kararda, kaderde, aşkta. I was wrong to think of them as steps. They’re not something Cihan and Alya are moving towards; they’re something CihAl are already inside of. Every episode is them living those vows in real time. But with every new episode, the pressure mounts, like music builds to a crescendo. And yet, within all of that, aşk remains. Not as a reward at the end of the journey. But as the one thing that refuses to disappear, no matter how many times everything else goes wrong. And maybe that's why episode 55 feels the way it does. It creates the illusion that everything is falling apart, yet again, when in reality, everything is being forced into alignment. Something is moving all the pieces on the chessboard for an ultimate showdown. And the process gets more violent by the minute. Cihan hides the truth because he thinks love needs protection. Alya experiences that same act as distance, almost betrayal. Meanwhile, Boran and Sadakat keep pushing, and Meryem drops like a freaking bomb at the worst possible moment. Suddenly, everything that could have remained unsaid, unresolved, or postponed is dragged into the open. This has all the hallmarks of a breaking point. Note, I said breaking point, not breakdown. Because, unlike breakdowns, breaking points are used for revelations. I guess what I'm trying to say is things are headed towards alignment, not just for the overall story, but also CihAl's journey individually. Because Cihan and Alya also keep repeating their mistakes. Their growth requires something along the lines of a push, too. So, we have war, sacrifice, decisions, fate, and love, all coming to a head. And while there are plenty of reasons to feel ominous, I personally don't. The story is no longer about them loving each other - we're well past that. It’s about whether they can finally stand in that love openly and without any fear. Because everything is pushing them toward a breaking point, not to destroy them, I think, but to shape them into who they need to be. And if there’s one thing CihAl have proven since day one, it’s this - they don’t fall apart under pressure, they grow stronger, and they survive the impossible. #CihAl #UzakŞehir

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Disappointed to say that in my 10th year of commentating competitive Tekken 7, I will not be involved in its conclusion at the TWT Finals. Telling the story of these players and building this community has taken up the majority of my life this past decade so I put together a video to reflect back on it (👇bottom of this post). I've been telling this story since Evo 2015 with Nobi and AO in the grand finals of Evo. We saw the Echo Fox boys dominate the scene, then the Knee/JDCR era, to Qudans returning to win the first TWT (Hei-ha-chi! Hei-ha-chi!). In 2018 we had the Knee/Qudans era which concluded with Rangchu winning the TWT Finals. Then in 2019 Arslan Ash flipped the planet upside down at Evo Japan, Ryan Hart owned me up, Pakistan showed up through the rest of that year, and we saw Chikurin become TWT Champ. Then came Leroy Japan 2020 (shoutouts to Book) before the pandemic online era, online Evo's, Tekken Online Challenges and the creation of ICFC. More recently Arslan closed out his 4 Evo Titles, we witnessed the Knee/Arslan era, and now its the Atif Butt era, with him winning TWT Finals and closing out Gamers8 this year. So many players, new and old, will converge on New Orleans this weekend to conclude this story of what I believe has been THE BEST ARC IN FGC HISTORY. Personally, this past decade has been an incredible journey that I will forever be grateful for. I got to travel the world (Amsterdam, Japan, France, Australia, Philippines, Romania, Saudi Arabia, Dubai, Pakistan, Canada, Chile, Singapore, Indonesia, Thailand and Germany) with my friends and make new friends across the globe. I helped start UYU and was their VP as we gave opportunities to players like Jeondding, LowHigh, Yuyu, Qudans etc. Jinhee and Drew showed so much love to the FGC during that time and I'm grateful they gave me the opportunity to guide the team internally. This past weekend the ICFC Championship was my last commentary for Tekken 7, marking a bittersweet end for my Tekken 7 commentary journey. The beginnings of ICFC were notable though. By 2018, Wednesday Night Fights Tekken 7 was dying. We were down to 4 entrants and there was no stream. I asked Valle if I could take over the Tekken 7 portion, I put together all the equipment, setup the stream going forward and we grew to 64 man weeklies offline. It COULD NOT have been done without Tanman, #BeeLDeaL | B:L, Billy, Suiken, Michael Y. Kwon and 上原 rickstah, who all held it down once the ball got rolling. Then the pandemic hit, we pivoted to online tournaments and ran everything ourselves. We had expanded our local to the entire west coast and after T7's netcode update, the entire USA. 10/0 reached out with the idea of taking what we had built and expanding it to EU and Asia. It was a difficult decision to step away from WNF, but I moved our tournaments to 10/0, ICFC began, and we now have a new generation of top players built ONLINE. That was unprecedented for Tekken. A HUGE thank you to all of the community for participating in these events and donating to the prize pools. Without the players and the community, none of this would exist. Never forget that. Big thanks to Chris Ceg and 10/0 for expanding what we started and pushing it to new heights. I have to also thank Katsuhiro Harada and Michael Murray for the amazing game that is TEKKEN 7. HUGE thanks to Aris for everything hes done for TEKKEN 7 and LUYG. To Mirage | Spag for connecting all of us more closely to the EU (NA>) and Pakistan (NA<) scenes. To Mark Julio 『マークマン』 for always being inner circle⭕️, pushing Tekken forward, and being an amazing co-commentator throughout these years. And of course Steve Scott for being my main duo these last few years. We got into a good ass groove the last 5 years and its always a damn good time. Lastly, 10 years is a long time. When I started this, I was a pro player, I was in a long relationship, I had a part time job, I had all black hair and minimal wrinkles. None of those things are true anymore😆. I know that commentary as a profession is hugely unpredictable and unreliable, so I honestly have NO CLUE what the future holds. One thing I know for certain though, is that I love TEKKEN. I've NEVER been a shill, but dealing with this has made me feel like one these past 4 months. So THE BIGGEST THANK YOU I want to give is to everyone who has stood by me, supported me, and never doubted me for a moment this decade. I'm sad I didn't get one last "FINAL FINAL round" at the FINAL FINALS for Tekken 7, but I'm sure everyone at the finals will say it for me anyway. I love you guys! Have fun in New Orleans
10:45

Disappointed to say that in my 10th year of commentating competitive Tekken 7, I will not be involved in its conclusion at the TWT Finals. Telling the story of these players and building this community has taken up the majority of my life this past decade so I put together a video to reflect back on it (👇bottom of this post). I've been telling this story since Evo 2015 with Nobi and AO in the grand finals of Evo. We saw the Echo Fox boys dominate the scene, then the Knee/JDCR era, to Qudans returning to win the first TWT (Hei-ha-chi! Hei-ha-chi!). In 2018 we had the Knee/Qudans era which concluded with Rangchu winning the TWT Finals. Then in 2019 Arslan Ash flipped the planet upside down at Evo Japan, Ryan Hart owned me up, Pakistan showed up through the rest of that year, and we saw Chikurin become TWT Champ. Then came Leroy Japan 2020 (shoutouts to Book) before the pandemic online era, online Evo's, Tekken Online Challenges and the creation of ICFC. More recently Arslan closed out his 4 Evo Titles, we witnessed the Knee/Arslan era, and now its the Atif Butt era, with him winning TWT Finals and closing out Gamers8 this year. So many players, new and old, will converge on New Orleans this weekend to conclude this story of what I believe has been THE BEST ARC IN FGC HISTORY. Personally, this past decade has been an incredible journey that I will forever be grateful for. I got to travel the world (Amsterdam, Japan, France, Australia, Philippines, Romania, Saudi Arabia, Dubai, Pakistan, Canada, Chile, Singapore, Indonesia, Thailand and Germany) with my friends and make new friends across the globe. I helped start UYU and was their VP as we gave opportunities to players like Jeondding, LowHigh, Yuyu, Qudans etc. Jinhee and Drew showed so much love to the FGC during that time and I'm grateful they gave me the opportunity to guide the team internally. This past weekend the ICFC Championship was my last commentary for Tekken 7, marking a bittersweet end for my Tekken 7 commentary journey. The beginnings of ICFC were notable though. By 2018, Wednesday Night Fights Tekken 7 was dying. We were down to 4 entrants and there was no stream. I asked Valle if I could take over the Tekken 7 portion, I put together all the equipment, setup the stream going forward and we grew to 64 man weeklies offline. It COULD NOT have been done without Tanman, #BeeLDeaL | B:L, Billy, Suiken, Michael Y. Kwon and 上原 rickstah, who all held it down once the ball got rolling. Then the pandemic hit, we pivoted to online tournaments and ran everything ourselves. We had expanded our local to the entire west coast and after T7's netcode update, the entire USA. 10/0 reached out with the idea of taking what we had built and expanding it to EU and Asia. It was a difficult decision to step away from WNF, but I moved our tournaments to 10/0, ICFC began, and we now have a new generation of top players built ONLINE. That was unprecedented for Tekken. A HUGE thank you to all of the community for participating in these events and donating to the prize pools. Without the players and the community, none of this would exist. Never forget that. Big thanks to Chris Ceg and 10/0 for expanding what we started and pushing it to new heights. I have to also thank Katsuhiro Harada and Michael Murray for the amazing game that is TEKKEN 7. HUGE thanks to Aris for everything hes done for TEKKEN 7 and LUYG. To Mirage | Spag for connecting all of us more closely to the EU (NA>) and Pakistan (NA<) scenes. To Mark Julio 『マークマン』 for always being inner circle⭕️, pushing Tekken forward, and being an amazing co-commentator throughout these years. And of course Steve Scott for being my main duo these last few years. We got into a good ass groove the last 5 years and its always a damn good time. Lastly, 10 years is a long time. When I started this, I was a pro player, I was in a long relationship, I had a part time job, I had all black hair and minimal wrinkles. None of those things are true anymore😆. I know that commentary as a profession is hugely unpredictable and unreliable, so I honestly have NO CLUE what the future holds. One thing I know for certain though, is that I love TEKKEN. I've NEVER been a shill, but dealing with this has made me feel like one these past 4 months. So THE BIGGEST THANK YOU I want to give is to everyone who has stood by me, supported me, and never doubted me for a moment this decade. I'm sad I didn't get one last "FINAL FINAL round" at the FINAL FINALS for Tekken 7, but I'm sure everyone at the finals will say it for me anyway. I love you guys! Have fun in New Orleans

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