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The people running this circus have to disclose their intentions beforehand. It's the law So why's there so much of a circus going on? Most of it could be AI. Some of it was meant to wake you up. But the most important thing? They want your attention

I'm a 90s baby, and I swear, what the actual fuck has happened to men? This looksmaxxing shit is getting out of hand. Grown blokes measuring their eye angles, obsessing over jawlines, paying thousands to have their faces rearranged. Lmao. Growing up, nobody gave a fuck about any of this. You dressed well, had some charm, knew how to talk to women and carried yourself with confidence. Sometimes you got rejected. So fucking what? Nobody went home measuring their skull with a ruler. I reckon this obsession is mostly a Western thing too. Get out of the West and I doubt most women give two fucks about your canthal tilt. Imagine telling a woman you paid £20k to move your jaw forward four millimetres. She'd probably ask who punched you. But I don't buy this movement being completely organic. Look who's getting sucked into it. Young lads, plenty growing up without fathers around, being told they're genetically inferior before they've even finished puberty. Who the fuck benefits from making teenage boys hate their own faces? Follow the money. And look at the animal kingdom. In plenty of species, the males are naturally the better-looking, colourful ones. Take peacocks. The males are walking around looking like they've robbed a jewellery shop, and they didn't need surgery or some fucking online course to get there. Meanwhile, human males are spending thousands changing their faces, then asking other men online if they're good-looking enough. Even the fucking peacock would be embarrassed.

Is there any proof we agreed to this life before we were born? I've been obsessed with finding the truth since I was young. Never could accept that we simply evolved from monkeys, worked ourselves to death, and somehow that's the whole fucking story. I know evolution says we share a common ancestor, but it doesn't explain why we're conscious or why we're here Then I started digging Quran (7:172): Humanity acknowledges God before earthly life. The Covenant of Alast Plato's Republic (Book X): Souls choose their next lives, then drink from the River Lethe and forget Bhagavad Gita (15:8): The soul moves between bodies, carrying the mind and senses like the wind carries scents Zohar (Kabbalah): Souls descend into this world with spiritual work left to complete Book of Enoch (48): The chosen figure is named before the sun and stars existed Origen of Alexandria: Explored the pre-existence of souls centuries before modern spirituality Apocryphon of John: The Archons keep humanity ignorant of its divine origin. Awakening means remembering The Law of One: Souls supposedly plan challenges and experiences before incarnation Carl Jung: Explored archetypes, the unconscious and synchronicity, questioning how much of our experience lies beyond conscious understanding Now tell me something. Why do ancient traditions keep returning to the soul, existence before birth and forgotten knowledge? They don't all teach the same thing, and none proves we chose our lives. But the question won't leave me alone What if you came here knowing exactly what you were getting into, and the first thing you lost was your memory? And I'm curious how many of you have found other clues. Ancient symbols, hidden meanings, synchronicities, even the stars. Do they tell a story we've forgotten how to read? What about meditation, out-of-body experiences, or encounters you believe you've had in the spiritual realm? I've heard people describe strangely similar experiences without ever knowing each other If you've experienced something that made you question what happens before birth, I want to hear it And to the sceptics, I've got one question. Do you genuinely believe we evolved from monkeys, everything came from a random Big Bang, and that's the whole fucking story?

What is there not to get? Every person who's come into your life, you agreed to meet before you even got here. Your family, your friends, even the men and women you've crossed paths with. All part of the pre-life agreement. You think it's random? Remember that one chick you chatted up at a bus stop when you were younger? One minute you're asking when the next bus is coming, six months later you're in a full-blown relationship wondering how the fuck you got there. Yeah, you apparently arranged that meeting before you were even born. And remember that one woman or bloke you spent years trying to get rid of? Somehow they kept coming back, and next thing you know, you've got three kids together and you're arguing over who's taking the bins out. Congratulations, you signed up for that shit too. No coincidences. You agreed to the whole lot before coming down here, including that absolute nightmare you spent five years trying to escape. Fuck knows what state of mind I was in when I agreed to some of mine. And the part that really takes the piss? You apparently knew exactly what you were signing up for and still thought, “Yeah, fuck it, I'll have some of that”

One way I've tested using numerology and astrology to make money is through eBay and Amazon. Open your account on the 28th, price your shit in 8s, check whether the platform's founding date aligns with your energy, then start listing your products and watch what happens. And family, if you're trying to manifest money, you need to give that money somewhere to come from. You can't sit there with nothing but a 9-to-5, learn a bit about manifestation and expect some random bloke to knock on your door with a suitcase full of cash. Fucking hell. Get yourself a side hustle. Sell something, build something, create different streams of income. Check your Chinese astrology, see whether you're in a favourable year, and look at whether the platform and the products you're selling align with your energy. That's how I've been experimenting with it. You put yourself in a position to receive opportunities instead of sitting around waiting for the universe to do your shopping. Give the money a way in. 🍊GG33

I love astral projecting, but fuck me, coming back to this 3D reality is the worst part. Had a bloody good one this time, but the return? Felt like an astral hangover Imagine your soul being shoved back into a 3D meat sack it never asked to rent. Suddenly, you can feel the weight of your body again, gravity's got you by the balls, and you remember you've got to deal with all the bullshit of the Matrix Never experienced that feeling so intensely before. It's like coming back from the best holiday of your life, only to realise you've landed straight back in prison No wonder they call it a spiritual hangover I want a refund 🥲

One of the saddest things I heard this month on the 22nd was about the October school shots rollout. Apparently, only 3 or 4 kids opted out. I know parents mean well, and I'm not here to judge anyone. But after looking into the ingredients myself, I can't help wondering how many actually read up on what their kids were being given. Funny, this evil sim can throw almost anything at me these days and I won't even react. But when it comes to children, fuck me, that still gets me.

Big shoutout to the parents refusing to raise their kids with the same outdated bullshit we grew up with. There ain't many of us, fuck me, I've realised that lately. Some parents are still preparing their kids for 1998 while the world's moving at a ridiculous speed. I used to think I was overthinking it. Now I just laugh. But seriously, respect to the parents actually paying attention, questioning things and giving their kids a fighting chance. You're doing something that matters, family. Truly. Your kids will thank you. The rest will be asking why nobody warned them. 🫶

You could write a book packed with real wisdom, the kind that takes years of getting your arse kicked by life to learn, and give it away for free. Nobody gives a fuck. You could collect hundreds of PDFs full of knowledge people claim they're desperate for, hand them out for absolutely nothing, and watch the same people scroll straight past. Now slap a £100 price tag on that exact same shit. Suddenly everybody wants to know what's inside. Funny how that works. I learnt this from a billionaire years ago. The bloke actually wrote a book teaching people how to get wealthy, become rich and live a good life, then gave the fucking thing away for free. Nobody cared lmao. Some of you already know exactly who I'm talking about. Thought he was talking bollocks until I started seeing the same thing happen with my own eyes. I've had people come to me asking for advice about manifestation and all sorts of things. I'd give them genuine, deep, old-school knowledge for free. Stuff I'd spent years learning and actually putting into practice myself. And some of them didn't value a fucking word of it. Why? Because they'd already spent hundreds, sometimes thousands, on courses from gurus. They'd paid so much money for information that they couldn't respect what I was telling them simply because I wasn't charging them. That's what really opened my eyes. I could give somebody knowledge for nothing, and they'd question its value. But if I'd charged them £500 for the exact same words, they'd probably sit there taking notes like I'd just revealed the secrets of the fucking universe. People are strange creatures, mate. They'll ignore something valuable until somebody puts a price on it. Sometimes the price tag carries more weight than the wisdom itself. And that's the fucked-up part.

How do you know if you've got a soul? Well, have you ever sat there and questioned whether you've actually got one?

Some of you think your brain's completely fucked when your lifestyle looks like a Victorian prison sentence. You're sleeping four hours, eating processed shite, barely seeing daylight and spending half your existence staring at a screen. Then you're wondering why you wake up feeling like a depressed fucking pigeon. I'm not denying depression or anxiety exist. But we've reached a point where people can't even feel sad, worried or overwhelmed without thinking there's something seriously wrong with them. Sometimes life is just kicking the absolute shit out of you, mate. You're allowed to feel it. Your body and mind aren't two separate fucking departments. You can't feed yourself rubbish, neglect your sleep, sit indoors all day and expect to feel wonderful. Get some sunlight on your face. Walk through the woods. Eat real food, drink water, sleep properly and give your nervous system a chance to settle down. And don't underestimate what constant stimulation does to you. Your brain barely gets five minutes of silence before you're reaching for your phone like a crackhead checking whether someone liked his fucking breakfast. Try living like an actual human being for a week. No constant scrolling, no staying awake until three in the morning watching absolute bollocks. Just decent food, fresh air, movement, proper rest and a bit of peace. See what changes. And if you've just gone through a breakup or divorce, stop expecting yourself to wake up feeling fantastic. You loved somebody. You imagined growing old together, building a life, sharing all those little moments nobody else knew about. Now that future's gone, and you're grieving it. Sometimes people leave because they've lost themselves trying to keep a relationship alive. Doesn't make the pain disappear, but you don't need to turn someone you once loved into the fucking Antichrist just to cope with losing them. I know people want some grand explanation for everything they're feeling. Sometimes there isn't one. You're exhausted, you're grieving, you've been neglecting yourself or you've spent too long living against your own nature. Go outside. Get your hands in the dirt. Sit under a tree without photographing the bastard for Instagram. You're a human being. Start living like one.

Some of you think because you've blocked someone, deleted their number and told them to fuck off, that's the end of it. Oh, you sweet innocent bastard. You'd be surprised how long certain people can live rent-free in your head after you've kicked them out of your life Now, the Queen of Cups reversed is a nasty bit of work in this reading. Emotional manipulation, obsession, someone who can't regulate their own feelings and makes it everybody else's fucking problem. You've got the Ace of Pentacles and Ten of Pentacles sitting there too. That's a serious opportunity for stability, security and building something together. Gone. And now someone's sitting in regret, looking at what they've lost Then comes the Hermit reversed. Someone who'd rather run from their own shadow than sit alone for five minutes and face themselves. They'll distract themselves with anything rather than confront the mess they've made. Anything but accountability. Fucking allergic to it And this is where the spiritual side gets interesting. There's a belief that spirits can jump between bodies, that the same energy can return through completely different people. Now, whether you take that literally or recognise it as repeating emotional patterns, the lesson's the same. You finally escape one manipulative bastard, start enjoying your peace, and six months later someone turns up with a different haircut, a nicer smile and the exact same fucking personality Congratulations, mate. You've ordered the same shit twice, just in different packaging And some of you have been having strange dreams about people you haven't spoken to in years. Arguments, situations that never happened, seeing their faces when you haven't thought about them all day. In certain spiritual teachings, that's interpreted as someone trying to attack you in the spirit realm. I know some of you will laugh at that. Fair enough. But don't confuse a disturbing dream with proof that someone's attacking you either. Your own mind can drag up some seriously weird shit when there's unfinished emotional business Now, if you're waking up around 3:00 or 3:30 in the morning, don't immediately start scrolling through your phone like a possessed fucking meerkat. Use the silence Stay in bed. Close your eyes. Gently place your tongue against the roof of your mouth, let your teeth rest together without clenching, and breathe slowly through your nose. Bring your fingertips together, relax your shoulders and meditate. No forcing anything. Just observe your thoughts and let your body settle If you feel like you're being attacked energetically, don't feed the fear. Ground yourself first. A restless night doesn't automatically mean somebody's performing witchcraft on you from their bedroom with a candle and a Tesco receipt Then you've got the Ace of Wands. New beginnings, attraction, that sudden spark when someone enters your life. Lovely. But some of you see a pretty face and immediately throw every lesson you've learned straight out the fucking window The same red flags appear, the same manipulation starts, and there you are telling yourself this one's different because they like astrology and own a crystal Mate, the crystal ain't going to save you from having absolutely no discernment Learn to recognise people by their behaviour. Stop confusing intensity with connection. And stop giving someone unlimited access to you just because they know how to make you feel wanted. Forgive whoever you need to forgive. Wish them well. But forgiveness doesn't mean handing them the keys to your peace and asking them to make themselves comfortable The Queen of Cups reversed, the Hermit reversed, the Ace of Pentacles, the Ten of Pentacles and the Ace of Wands all point towards the same question in this reading: are you actually learning from what you've experienced, or are you just waiting for the same lesson to arrive wearing better perfume? You can change the person. You can change the city. You can even change your fucking phone number But until you change what you're willing to entertain, the pattern keeps finding you Different face. Same bullshit Fam, I'm speaking to someone specific here

Gossip is one of the highest forms of witchcraft. You don't need spells or rituals when you can plant a lie in someone's mind and watch them spread it like it's the fucking truth. Get enough people believing the same story about someone, and suddenly a false narrative becomes their reputation. That's how powerful words are. People will swear they know you when all they really know is what someone else told them.

I think we should be teaching children metaphysics and universal laws, the power of saying no, the art of discernment, the power of silence and stillness, the law of detachment, the truth about money (it's just energy), the importance of connecting with nature and grounding ourselves, the power of forgiveness, and, most importantly, the importance of having fun and playing. And above all, the golden rule: “As within, so without”

Nothing pisses people off more than someone who knows their shit and refuses to argue about it. You could spend twenty years questioning this reality, studying things most people wouldn't even think to look into, and some random prick turns up in your comments demanding an explanation like you've been summoned to fucking Parliament. Explain myself? To who, mate? You've barely understood what I've said, and you're already preparing your closing argument. Some of you have spent years doing the inner work, questioning what you've been taught, experiencing things that have completely changed your understanding of this reality. You know what you know. And there's plenty you're still learning, because anyone who thinks they've figured everything out is probably the biggest fucking idiot in the room. But you've got NOTHING to prove. You don't owe every stranger a personal explanation of your beliefs, your experiences or how you arrived at them. It's up to them to do their own homework, question things and use their own discernment. You're not responsible for convincing someone who's made absolutely no effort to learn anything since 2022. Fucking hell, mate, it's nearly 2027. If you're still waiting for strangers on the internet to spoon-feed you everything, that's your problem. Especially when nine times out of ten, they couldn't give a shit about your answer. They're after a reaction. And that's how people get control over you. They throw out a little insult, twist something you've said, and suddenly you're typing an essay at two in the morning trying to make someone understand you. Meanwhile, the bastard's probably eating cold beans straight from the tin, absolutely delighted he's managed to occupy your entire evening. I'm usually a mirror to people, and some really don't like what they see. Sometimes what I say brings something uncomfortable to the surface, something they've been avoiding within themselves. Rather than sitting with it, they come straight for me. That's fine, mate. I'm not responsible for doing someone else's inner work because they don't like their own reflection. And I'm not exempt from that either. If somebody manages to trigger something in me, I'll look at why. That's part of growing. Sometimes the very person trying to piss you off ends up showing you exactly where you've still got work to do. Doesn't mean you need to invite them round for fucking tea and biscuits. Some of you are creating things, helping people and inspiring others without even realising it. You've got your own path to walk, things to build and people out there who genuinely benefit from what you share. Yet you're wasting precious hours defending yourself to people who decided they didn't like you before you even opened your fucking mouth. Think about that. Someone could be reading your words right now and finding the courage to change their life, while you're busy arguing with a miserable bastard who wouldn't agree with you if you told him water was wet. I've got love for people, even the ones who come at me sideways. I genuinely hope they heal, find some happiness and stop carrying so much bitterness around. But sending someone love and light doesn't mean giving them unlimited access to your time and energy. I can wish you all the best without joining your fucking circus. And stop feeling guilty for putting yourself first. Some of you have spent so long pleasing everyone else that you've forgotten what you actually want. You're suppressing parts of yourself, abandoning your own dreams and calling it kindness. Fuck that. You're allowed to choose yourself, even when somebody else doesn't like the decision. Keep creating. Keep questioning. Keep doing your inner work. If someone's genuinely curious, have the conversation. I love a good discussion. But learn to recognise the difference between someone trying to understand you and someone trying to drag you down to their level. I'm Rambling Again… ANYWAYS, POINT IS You don't need the last word. You've got nothing to prove. LOVE YA FAM! 🫶

Right, family, I need Halloween ideas. It's massive where I live, and I don't fancy pretending I'm dead every time the doorbell rings. Don't really want to hand out sweets either. Half this chocolate ain't even chocolate anymore. When I was growing up, a Mars bar was a Mars bar. Now you need a fucking chemistry degree to read the ingredients. Thought about fruit, then remembered someone wrapping Brussels sprouts in Ferrero Rocher wrappers. Imagine thinking you've hit the jackpot, only to bite into a fucking Sunday roast. What do you lot give out? I'm trying to be generous without getting my windows put through by a seven-year-old dressed as Spider-Man.

They walked away from you thinking the grass was greener elsewhere. Eight of Cups, Knight of Swords. Fuck me, they couldn't get away fast enough, could they? Off they went thinking they'd found the upgrade of the century. Bless their little cotton socks. Now look at the fucking state of it. Seven of Disks. They've left a gold mine to go digging in a swamp. Two of Swords, pretending they're happy, telling everyone life's wonderful while privately wondering what the actual fuck they've done. And The Devil? They're still chained to the memory of you. Your smell, your touch, your energy, the way you made them feel. Even the bedroom's a disappointment now. They're lying there staring at the ceiling like they've just paid £200 for a hotel room and discovered the bed's got fucking woodlice. Because they've finally realised you were the Ten of Disks. The whole bloody package. Big Daddy energy. The kind of person you don't just replace because you're bored on a Tuesday. Now the Princess of Cups has them getting all sentimental. Remembering the little things, fantasising about what they threw away. Probably listening to sad songs and checking your profile like a detective who's been suspended for inappropriate conduct. Imagine leaving someone who genuinely loved you, thinking you were upgrading, only to end up missing the very person you treated like shit. And now you want them back? Get in the fucking queue.

RT @garryBetterHalf: Your S3xual energy is your Life force . Lack of s5xual energy is lack of life force . Deer exercise The deer exercise archives six important objectives. First of all, it builds up the tissues of sexual organs. Secondly, it draws energy up through six of the seven glands of the body into the pineal gland to elevate spirituality, and to heal the body -when energy is brought up into the pineal gland a Chill or tingling sensation is felt to ascend through the spine to reach the head . This sensation should feel somewhat like a Climax. If you feel a sensation in the area of the pineal gland, but do not feel the tingling sensation in the middle of your back, Do not worry your sensitivity will increase with experience. If after some time you still cannot sense the progress of energy, there is a blockage in the area. If one gland in the seven gland system is functioning below par the energy shooting up the spine will stop there. This indicates a weakness and special attention to be given to that area. For example, if heart gland is functioning, poorly and the energy will continue to stop there until the heart gland is fully healed. Daily deer exercise energizes all the glands and strengthens sexual power. Strong s3xual energy = long life.

Man, Grok actually ain't that bad. I'm genuinely surprised how quickly you can put together some decent little clips 🫶

family. All that bullshit people put you through, the lies, court battles, children being used as weapons, people playing the victim after causing the whole fucking mess. Don't think that energy just disappears They're accumulating the consequences of their own choices. Meanwhile, if you're doing the inner work and keeping yourself on the right path, you're accumulating something entirely different. Power, abundance, opportunities Imagine spending years trying to destroy someone, only to find out you've been digging your own fucking grave. What a muppet I've seen the scales flip. I'm experiencing it myself. But I ain't here to convince anyone. Use your own discernment Just remember who's accumulating what