Chatgpt helping me tome down my outrage... First post I come across on x this am... wtf 😒

I recorded this for the clouds prompted me... #fsd somewhere around Silicon Valley. #insidethebot #autonomouseverything 🤯👀

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#throwback2022 #dancemedicine GM 🌞

I have not been plugged into the world of David Wilcock since 2012-ish when I'd listen to some audio books that my boyfriend had shared with me, while riding my bike, when I lived in Portland. It appears he "killed" himself... Seems fishy.

I was just about to make a post after taking this photo — “my butt loves hills” 😄 — when I stopped to smell and marvel at these roses taking a photo of this rainbow staircase artwork… and then it started pouring rain. Thankfully, a tree kept me fairly dry. It slowed down, so I walked a little lower, and then it started pouring again. So I sat under this big beautiful tree — probably an oak — scrolling on my phone. As it slowed down again and I looked to the right I was completely flabbergasted - a big in the sky. It instantly did something magical to my mood. I was already feeling pretty content with all my worries in the background, and I thought I saw the faintest trace of a double rainbow. Sure enough, moments later, it became one. I am just so glad I took the initiative to walk outside and up this hill just when I did today, completely ignoring the fact that it might rain. A totally awesome portal. A doorway into unfathomable magical times ahead. #proofofwalk #rainbowbridge #thankyoulife

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Entering an era that is calling us toward new communities, new friendships, and new relationships—where we don’t have to hide, where we can be our most authentic selves, and where we are seen for who we are even as we evolve, shift, and change. At least that’s what I am opening to and calling in.

GM #cozyvibes but focused. 🔥

@npub18z50...a73e 😆

I just came across a Barack Obama post on X in some childcare center or whatever in NYC with their mayor singing “Wheels on the Bus,” and I’m like, “Oh God, please no. Don’t show me this.” Then I click his profile for no good reason and find out the former president of the USA actually follows me. 😅 Granted, along with half a million other accounts, but still lol

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In 1986, a five-year-old boy in India fell asleep on a bench at a train station while waiting for his older brother to come back. His brother never returned. The boy wandered onto an empty train carriage, thinking his brother might be inside. He fell asleep again. When he woke up, the doors were locked and the train was moving. It didn’t stop for nearly two days. When it finally did, he was in Kolkata, nearly 1,500 kilometres from home. He was too young to know his surname, couldn’t read, and had no idea what his hometown was called. He survived alone on the streets for weeks, sleeping under station benches and scavenging scraps of food, before eventually being taken to an orphanage and declared a lost child. No one could trace where he came from. He was adopted by a couple from Tasmania, Australia, who gave him a loving home and a new life. His name became Saroo Brierley. He grew up on the other side of the world. But he never forgot. He held onto fragments: the image of a bridge near a train station, a water tower, a neighbourhood layout, the faces of his family. In his mid-twenties, he discovered Google Earth. He calculated the rough distance the train could have covered based on how long he remembered being on it, drew a circle on a map around Kolkata, and began searching along every railway line within that radius. Some weeks he spent 30 hours scanning satellite images of towns across central India, looking for landmarks that matched his childhood memories. His family in Australia didn’t even know. They thought he was just browsing the internet. In 2011, after years of searching, he found it. A water tower. A bridge. A ravine past a station. It was a neighbourhood called Ganesh Talai in the city of Khandwa. He zoomed in and recognised the streets he had walked as a small boy. He flew to India and walked through the town until he found his family’s home. The door was chained shut and he feared the worst. Then people came out. One of them led him to a woman down the road. It was his mother. She had never stopped looking for him. After 25 years, they were standing in front of each other. What he didn’t know until that moment was that his brother Guddu, the one he’d been waiting for at the station that night, had been struck and killed by a train. His mother had spent 25 years searching for both sons. She learned what happened to one. She never stopped praying for the other. His story became the book “A Long Way Home” and was adapted into the film “Lion,” which received six Academy Award nominations. ~via @DoctorLemma on X

GM 🌞🥀☕🔮 Ask me a burning question on your mind and I will ask the cards... Wanna experiment... Let's see what message you receive. #oracle

I always seem to avoid hot tubs because of the harsh chemicals. Supposedly this is less harsh but still wondering if the hot therapy benefits are generally out weighted by soaking in sodium dichloro-s-triazinetrione? I sure am enjoying these jets tho. #heattherapy #chillsesh

Done ✅ Ignore my coffee spill... Just came back from 1st-ish Bay area Bitcoin meet-up... Most didn't know about Nostr.