#second body state

[grimoire-y-em-babble-y-bare]

Continuing to post my audio journal summaries on consciousness and my weird journeys...

Aug11'2024 1655

OVERVIEW

Daniel discussed his experiences with out-of-body experiences (OBEs) and second body phenomena, seeking to understand their consistency and frequency. He shared his observations from reading Robert Monroe's books and wondered if his experiences were common and could be valuable to institutions like the Monroe Institute. Daniel also discussed his experiences with second body phenomena, where he felt a non-physical presence or connection with someone else, and wondered if these experiences were purely psychological or involved some form of interconnectedness beyond the physical realm.

Outline

Daniel searches for Robert Monroe's books in various bookstores, finds them in a basement section.

Daniel wonders if he can build on a 60s/70s researcher's dual body state achievement.

Daniel wonders about frequency and intensity of his lucid dreaming experiences.

Daniel senses presence of woman on opposite end of park, similar to astral projection experience.

Daniel attempts to verify sensation through observation, finds woman sitting at expected location.

[microwavesaferat]

I have such a soft spot for split personality characters, like yes, show me the duality of man! Show me someone with the inability to understand grey so everything must be either black or white! Show me a little guy so overwhelmed with decision that his psyche must split cleanly in two!!!!

Give me that creature who, with an inability to see themselves as flawed, must blame their actions on a fucked up evil guy in his head. Give me some guy who's just really repressed!

[vaguely-concerned]

bunter keeping peter from being swallowed up by an evil bog with the kind of hysterical strength otherwise only known by mothers deadlifting cars to save their tender babes is something that can actually be so personal

[lintujoki]

He let her know the real him. Monstrous, weakened, lost and broken.

And she understood those feelings perfectly. The painful fate of the accursed, divided into two. Blurred and woven.

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In the realm of Saint Trina, strange, sometimes eerie visions seemed to occur, and fever awakened his mutilated body. He hoped to die in the sleep, or from weakness and exhaustion, from the pain. He believed that he would gain strength to roll over on the stomach and stick the face into the pillow until he suffocated. But once again he woke up among the crimson fabrics of the canopy, which turned into muddy bloody waves splashed in the air. Voiceless, he was either wheezing hollowly, or groaning to the point of nausea, but it was more unbearable to cry.

He remembered curling up under a thin golden tree, as if woven from threads, in a Shaman Village when he was... normal. He lay among the tender buds, plunging into the haze of Grace with the hope that the echoes of the prayers with which his mother tried to heal her people would help. But there was nothing that granted salvation. Now he will never set foot in Marika's homeland, so as not to defame her invisible gaze with a disgusting curse.

The warmth that he sometimes felt next to Jannike, and what he feels now, her intoxicating smell - agony and passion. "Embrace me, push and throw me away, scold me, caress me, get away, stay with me forever" - one moment, and the chaos in his inflamed mind will bring him to the brink of madness. "Please, just tell me that you want to see me alive, and I'll stand".

[adaines-furious-feast]

I think I missed it in the first watch, but the temple of Ankarna's divorce had an execution area where, rather than people's heads getting chopped off, they were pushed face first into a burning briar.

I can't express how horrifying that detail is and it seems to have been unacknowledged. What a truly horrifying way to be executed. It makes being pushed into lava seem merciful.

[sqtorux]

jjk new chp leaks soon!! guys you don't understand how excited i am it can seriously go so many ways i cannot wait im seated like i will wake up early just for this

[elecman108]

I agree with you about Capcom bringing Nash back for SF6! I even made a post in my Threads account about him if Bison comes back, then there is a chance he might return! Please Capcom! Bring my boy back in the series! You been neglecting him for far too long!

I could go on about how I think they could bring Nash back in SF6 for AGES. The sheer fact that F.A.N.G. lived and is in SF6 (Fang Fei/Foo, A.K.I.'s master) makes me think that Nash probably survived his bout with Bison in some degree and could come back but there's so many ways they can go about it they could make it really insane if they wanted to.

They could have the Secret Society/Illuminati revive him again to use as an agent to gain ground against Shadaloo and potentially leverage Gill/the Society into higher threat standing (villain).

They could tie Darkstalkers semi-into Street Fighter and say that the Nash we would see is him after escaping the Makai and give him some more wacky magic-like powers (and give Darkstalkers fans like myself some more crumbs to survive on for a while lol).

They could lean into the Nash/Shadow setup from Marvel vs. Capcom and say that Shadaloo had/has him and the Nash we get to see is totally brainwashed into servitude by Bison or has escaped his brainwashing but like Cammy has no memories of his past. Or hell, just bring 'Shadow' back and it's just Nash but under a different name with different goals in mind!

But those are just my ideas after all.

Capcom needs to give us Nash STAT. I need to see my boy again!

(Also as an aside I love your art <3 )

[gyrabanias]

spent like an hour awake last night wondering what the FUCK the neurologist meant when she said "well some things are good, others are *noise*"

[flurriethefox]

Dude I gotta stop making myself fucking cry.

Back on that animatronic rant so here we are (I think this counts as robot whump?).

Cw: robot whump, isolation, abandonment, optimism that results in very strong denial, please let me know if I miss anything!

The park has been out of date for years now. 3,437 days, 3 hours, 51 minutes, and 9 seconds (counting).

Of course, that’s not gonna stop Whumpee. They just have to keep the park as well kept as possible, and eventually, people will start coming back. Everything will be back to normal, with people visiting from all over just to meet them and their friends! They’ll be able to entertain again! Just as it used to be! And they’d just had two visitors! Granted, they’d left a bit early and a bit quicker than expected, but they were still visitors!

Their programming insists that everything is fine; the crumbling of the buildings is just renovations being prepared for, the overgrown weeds in the cracks of the concrete are just to make the park feel more natural, his friends are just resting. Everything is normal, the park is just closed for a bit so the renovations can be made! That’s all!

They walk into the theater, flipping a switch, watching as the lights flicker a bit before barely turning on, casting an eerie, dim glow over the rows and rows of seats. The stage is barely illuminated, with most of the stage lights burnt out or broken, the few that are still working either flickering weakly or simply giving off a glow that really only gives the glass a tiny bit of color.

“Hey guys!” They call out, their voice glitching. They walk unsteadily towards the stage, their legs occasionally buckling a little before they manage to drag them forward.

They look up at the figures on the stage. Whumpee 2 is standing on the far end, their eyes completely dark. Their expression is still in a smile, their hand up in the air as though waving hello or goodbye.

Whumpee 3 is closer to Whumpee 2, their eyes the exact same as the latter. Their expression looks a lot softer, less proud than Whumpee 2’s. Their hands are clasped in front of them, a smile on their face, their mouth open as if they’re about to speak.

Whumpee 4 is closer to the front of the stage, almost in the middle, their arms splayed out to the sides like a ringmaster welcoming the guests of the circus. Their face looks proud, but more of a gentle kind of proud than Whumpee 2’s expression. They look content.

Whumpee 1 laughs a little. “You’re not gonna believe this, but we had visitors! Real visitors! It’s been so long, they were so excited!”

They walk forward and heave their metal frame up onto the stage. “You all would’ve loved them, I’m sure. They were two teenagers, a boy and a girl. I think they came to try and escape their parents for a little night out,” they continue with a chuckle. Even though the two visitors had been adults, Whumpee 1’s optics aren’t in the best shape; their system is outdated by a landslide, their parts are in need of repair, some in need of replacing, and their voice box has definitely seen better days. Their programming insists that they had been teenagers.

“You would’ve loved them especially, Whumpee 2,” they say optimistically, going over to their shut-down friend and wrapping an arm around their frame. “They were so nice, and they were so excited! You would’ve loved to show them the rides. Especially yours!”

The only response they got was silence, the only thing breaking the noise being the whirring and creaking of their own metallic joints.

“And Whumpee 3, they would’ve loved you! They seemed a little scared of me,” they add with a sheepish look, “but you would’ve easily been able to reassure them. You’ve always been great with kids!”

Again. Silence.

They stumble over to Whumpee 4, stepping off the stage and looking directly up at them. They pause for a moment, a bit of nostalgia hitting them. “And you would’ve been so proud of them, Whumpee 4,” they say softly. “They were just the kind of people you’d want them to be. You would’ve been honored to perform for them. They’d have loved to meet you, I’m sure.”

Nothing.

Whumpee 1 sighs, getting back up on the stage and standing beside Whumpee 4, staring out at the empty theater.

They smile a little. “Once the park’s renovations are done, it’ll be filled with people and kids, and we’ll get to perform again. Everything will go back to normal.”

“Just like it used to be.”

[eebie]

man the way six's head WHIPS 2 glare at mono after he breaks the music box

[silverview]

complete charlie supercut for when you don't wanna watch the whole baseball documentary

[binders-and-beanies]

I prevail 🤝🏻 Beartooth

Body bag being one of their best songs

[bigskydreaming]

I hate wasting all my energy and focus pursuing things that don't pan out and leaving me in that state of having things I really really WANT to do and focus on but can't because I'm tapped out from using it all up on something that ultimately I have nothing to show for despite all the time/energy devoted to it. Its like feeling lazy but KNOWING I'm not actually lazy because I'm very aware of WHY I have no energy or focus left, but that doesn't stop the internal condemnations of why so lazy, self.

Don't you just love when out of nowhere the most random thing hits you and you're like BAM, blatant impact of internalizing bad takes as a child! Didn't see that one coming! Can't wait to unpack that one in therapy at some point.

[belovedcorvidarchive2024]

It comes up fairly often in some of his verses where he lives, but I still get questions about it sometimes and I've probably never written it out as a post.

The bird uses a forearm crutch to help walk in most of these verses due to a poorly healed shattered femur + broken hip - an axillary crutch would be wildly uncomfortable for long term / indefinite use and I think he'd be even more of a hazard with it than the forearm one.

[archiveofyearning]

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