• I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.

    Sort of?

    Messing about with lighting again
  • I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.

    The interesting aspect of controlling, abusive, gaslighting…. Individuals is that either they gloat – making their tricks obvious. Or they complain when they have successfully gaslighted, manipulated, and lied their way through to the result they wanted.

    Occasionally some are more subtle but I’ve noted that even when they appear to have disguised their behavior successfully they are not happy with the situation.

    Is this game to them?

    It seems so.

    “Just playing” (with abhorrent behavior)

    “Just joking” (about topics that should be off limits)

    “Don’t be so sensitive” (about prejudice , lies and manipulation)

    Of course it’s deadly if they succeed and worse if they lose. Both their victim and themselves locked in tandem no-win situations. They’re never satisfied by success.

    To them it’s the victims fault they believed them. Never mind about 52 years a certain con artist spent performing and perfecting her surface tricks. The victims are at fault she’s so good at it.

    Sigh.

    But oh, but then?

    When they learn that extra watchfulness in the eyes has been suspicion from the start? By golly it’s tantrum city.

    So I’ve decided something about my instincts. Because so far every time I ignored them it was a bad idea to do so.

    If I doubt anyone? They have an aura or set of behaviors that makes me uncomfortable and that’s their problem.

    Eh?

    Yes you see it now.

    Come on now, really?
  • I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.

  • I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.

    The chemical side of emotional eating.

    Melissa Devlin and Tabitha

  • I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.

    Everything we do now is touched by AI including cybersecurity and cyber attacks. And, as established, cyber attacks now include digital audio output.

    But usability is everything. Likely even to terrorist AI like the trollbot and its torture modes.

    Can you scupper the usability? The “people skills” of the AI neutralizing it by making it too difficult to work with?

    Language skills are important.

  • I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.

    Organized, militarized, hacking white (arseholes) neonazis are responsible for the trollbot attacks? and gaslighting of Americans.

    They can switch out your meds. They can interfere with your packages. They are trying to throttle voting.

    They have hooks in every backdoor you can imagine in the digital world including police communication and intelligence services.

    They are armed with psych-ops they tested on me and others.

    It has been lethal for everyone.

    Including me, but CPR was successful.

    They are getting away with murder and the most dangerous enemy the American people have ever been against

  • I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.

    Quit writing garbage with my voice and attributing it to me!

  • I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.

    A character in a movie?

    You hired terrorists to kill me.

    You became terrorists to kill me

    Because some lame arse movie had my name as a character and you all fucking need a reality check.

    You destroyed my life over a character in a movie?

    Should I share the list again?

    But oh no. That’s gaslighting too.

    To hide an actress who did have sexual contact with a minor and she, and her producer/actor buddies all shat on me hoping the story would die with me.

    Yeah….

    That’s not better.

    I thought all kinds of wild things were involved. Sex traffickers, drug idk – someone tried to slip me something – terrorists- cults – identity thieves- even stigma.

    It turns out to be a bunch of assholes from the movie industry?

    There’s really no good word for what I think of you.

    Seriously?
  • I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.

    I have two goals as far as my occupation goes. My mind wants to be a psychologist doing research into a certain problem. And my soul wants me to aide others in their spiritual lives.

    Physically I can dance all I like. I never intended it as a career.

    But it was my soul that kept my body alive last year. I had to regain physical strength and am still working on it. Or really only just getting to the point I can.

    My mind had gone to heaven and God sent me back. My soul was calling me into my body. The surgeon had saved my life. Now it was time to reach for my potential.

    I am not at “max” level yet. My instincts are there but with my sister gone and the abuse continuing I had a crisis of Faith this morning.

    It’s not that I doubted God exists. I’ve met him. It’s not whether I believe in him or not. I have knowledge where most need faith. I never need doubt God exists again. I was concerned I couldn’t do as promised.

    And this morning I didn’t want to.

    It felt like my soul had been vanquished. I stopped loving everyone and everything. Let people struggle. I was done.

    My mind would continue on.

    Thank you.

    I completed a private ritual and chose the path of spirituality by instinct.

    I was not dead inside.

    I was sleeping.

    I let my body rest and my mind eased. My soul insisted that it was okay that I needed time. I have that book to write anyway. But we had reached a turning point.

    While I could continue to study academics I needed to focus on my spiritual world. Keep an eye on what grief does. I had to keep the main path that of the soul.

    Writing those books.

    Reaching for my potential.

    So in addendum to “A problem and a promise” I must remind you that sharing the kindness of my soul was already promised. And while I feel I must do both. Laying groundwork to God is my priority, even if I stumble.

    I do need to study and aide where my mind sees a problem. But while I can observe it. So what?

    It is my soul that offers a solution.

    And it is to a greater audience.

    I’m here to help. I returned to life to help. And I am nothing without the promise my spiritual life must come first.

    I will return to loving everyone and everything after a little time licking my wounds. The capacity is there. But I am wounded and need time.

    I’m not giving up on you.

    I apologize that I choose this path while my expression reveals sorrow not joy.
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    I’m particularly interested in the human side of Data Exhaustion and What to do about cognitive abuse.

    Applications in the private sector are things like reducing sex trafficking and handling police work.

    Applications in the military are described elsewhere by others

    Even the intelligence services could benefit from what I can observe and document.

    Hopefully eventually a PHD will lead to better solutions

    With a bachelors in communication with an emphasis on technology, and a mathematical mind. My hope is returning and getting a second bachelors- this time in psychology- will lead to better more robust defenses.

    Here are the steps I need to take:

    Study at community college for a psychology transfer. It’s cheaper and a tad less daunting to attend at near 50!

    The local university offers free tuition if you transfer from the community college.

    Which makes everything a lot less expensive for the government.

    Get my my previously mentioned second bachelors.

    Then? We’ll see what I need to do.

    I am being fought of course – fuel for my potential PHD. But it’s dangerous and if you’re the praying type please give it a go!

    As for the spiritual side?

    I recently fought to let it go. To give up. Be done. But my soul had other ideas.

    School will help me aide practical problems like addressing cognitive abuse.

    Meditation will take care of the rest.

    I accept this path before me. And while both a priority to me, one must come first.

    There I am still deciding.