When I am in support mode, I am fully EEOC. Especially with creators. I cheer on anyone finding the gumption to go try shit for real.
May not be my shit, but you go for yours. Long as you ain’t hurting nobody that I might run into and hafta heal~ let yer freak flag fly. & leave mofos alone.
There’s more nuance but that’s a summation.
I’m…not exactly a “finger on the pulse” chick, or a haft be in the room where it happens… but if it is in the stuff I love and you’re a newbie going for it, I’ll check you out. Everybody’s got the ability to bring something new to a subject they give a fuck about.
But you can be talking all the gnosis in the world, can be spot on as fuck, feeling the glide from the lift-off…
however…soon as you, in your freshman class flight…
have the audacity to try to attack the lift of another newbie on her own glide because you see her taking off too…
you fuck yourself.
In the olden days of yore? Yer arthead elders would correct that shit. FOR you.
It’s part of the commission for the real walkers of the road. SHIFU– Shit, across the arts.
That needs to come back.
I just witnessed a chick panic looking at the numbers a fellow newish Deliverer was posting who took her whole conduit and turned it towards that chick’s glitter and tried to pipe bomb it.
She went after the girl because her soul felt compromised by people enjoying that girl’s hook.
Their thesis statements were wholly compatible, if need be…but full-fledged in their respective rights to not have need to ever clash with one another.
But someone got in that girl’s ear…and she lost all her self respect trying to rip down what somebody around her must’ve maliciously pointed out a darker girl was building in her own sandbox. She even tried to co-opt the girl’s hook & denigrate it.
It may as well have been fake Tourettes exploding under pressure, falling just short of expecting grace for whack behavior instead of her to keep it together whilst playing ball in the competition she chose to see herself as part of.
Classic Massa mindfuck tech. IYKYK. It was just a cosmic shitshow, utterly unnecessary. Wannabe Girl on Girl brutality, triggered by someone that girl had in her ear close to home ( that always has a particular stench, the OPP being that in-house) that was obviously jealous of what She’d been building, who knew her well enough to know exactly how to poison the girl’s mind, effectively against herself.
I watched it all go down warily. In silence, gritting my teeth. Let people walk their routes, mode. We all have our journeys. Some people fuck with that & they have to see that to find their tribes too.
&…For the first time ever, I actually disengaged from the outputs of both. No big sister sanctimony. No captain save ah… for show.
Even though the other girl hadn’t swung back. I’d checked out both communities in impersonal, cheering-on recon mode. Before slungGate. I stepped back Out of ‘ick’, or slight disgust at the mud slung out of nowhere. It felt so…priggish. so 19th century, in a podunk way.
A lot of folks are trying to answer the safe space call and automate it because they’ve been told “this is the professional step you must take to profit off of “community.”
They are right about the demand being there…but they don’t understand what it is at it’s core the way those ahead of them who happened upon the rubric and found out it was lucrative once did. It’s… derivative. Unintentionally.
The slinger? There were complications in the automation that shot them in the foot. Not judging. EEOC, right?! Everybody’s trying. & I’m surveying. The Moderators may as well have been bank tellers. Vibrationally. The slung upon to cloak the attempted snatch & grab? I tested her rubric too, before all of the mud. Her automations ran correctly, but there were other hurdles faced.
The Slinger had already handed off, and because she could was probably the logic. “Because that’s the step you strive towards.” A marker. But her community hadn’t gelled. At all. & her admin was not Vibing out with true believer energy, not even raving fan vibes. It was effectively hollow. Not judging. That was discerned. A take. It was automated, a standing appointment…that she didn’t bother showing up at and had stuck a body into to moderate was the feeling.
Holistically speaking? At that point why even bother. You’re doing a disservice to those who enter your sanctum with their guards down,only to find Mammon, effectively stacking an apprehension that they’re going to wander off to someone else to try to dismantle so they can truly move forward.
The difference engine? Mrs. Slung upon? She was there… in the town square running it. Now… she didn’t have to be. I’m watching this kid [from my long age pov] build out her crew painstakingly. She HAS raving fans & true believers she very well could call upon to Moderate her sanctum… but she didn’t.
& that wasn’t performative. It was not giving mother teresa, I bleed for you all, Artemis of Ephesus, a tit for each triggered child to sup from vibes.
Kid came in straight
…Look guys- I do this rarely, Imma do it on this day, that day etc. & when I am there on those days, I will be committed to being full-on down this path.
Boundaries. Comedy. Clarity… and everybody showed up, let’s go/geterdone mode. Her included.
In these kind of communities the brunt of the work is done in small groups, anyway. But for it to work…same page shit has to be in place, in the structure. Comprehending that is why, even asked over the years to do such a thing for Grievechronic, I haven’t.
There are tools that must be in place creating safe spaces for GC due to the intense subject matter & I take that so fucking seriously. Just throwing hurt people trying to heal so the child abuse they survived doesn’t riptide them down the road…into a “safe space” together because that cyberspace could be monetized in lucrative ways …undercuts God calling me to give up designhead & write grievechronic in hopes of outfitting others to survive. If It was about stacking cash, he would’ve let me keep designing in the forefront.
Everyone has their own architectural preferences…but for it to be a house… certain bells have to be rung.
Anyways. I had done my surveying and kept it moving. But then… something strange happened.
The Slinger reached out to me.
Out of nowhere. Considering.
I’d asked about a timing thing to an admin in place ages ago that had been answered…then the slinging event horizon happened…I saw it…saw her disparage the sibling’s shine… and lost interest.
No show, no offense… just… saw the bad taste it was going to leave in my mouth to go further and decided to save myself the self-discussion parsing through all of that would inevitably lead to.
(When people show you who they are, believe them, in a sense.)
Hadn’t said a word. Kept it moving.
I had logged back into the overall platform keyed to another group I was surveying and saw an outside alert… and was truly surprised to see the Girl Slinger.
For some reason she reached out to me asking me about how I felt about the group. Directly.
This chick knows me not from Adam. I have not fully interacted in any compelling way with others in the group, none of the tells that could feasibly make it make sense.
I paused. Because God knows how I am. It’s deeper than “don’t ask shit you don’t want real answers to.”
Once again, I don’t know this chick from Adam outside of having gleaned some good from her content.
& again… as aforementioned… I’d Had a take. On the debacle.
I am not going to sit here and say “god said answer her for real.” Because if you’ve been tuning in here a while you know that does happen sometimes. So much so that I don’t have to say it did when it didn’t for the numinous effect.
My take is this: I think she’s really building this shit for real, mis-steps aside. Because mis-steps are par for the course.
If you aint mis-stepping, you standing still. What OFTEN unspokenly also is par for the course is becoming ….incrementally telepathic about your shit as you’re building it. I think she IS carrying this baby…and I think something is up in the core… and that mother/Creator matrix will have you discerning to push & prod where you otherwise would not have, solely for the sake of your true heart for that baby you’re carrying.
Something made this chick…that has no idea who and How I am… ask me how I felt About my experience in the sanctum.
& i…in my gut understood…that nobody around her was going to tell her…the truth that I would.
I don’t think it was God. I think it was Her Angels… hanging out with my Angels…as angels do when their charges cross paths….& somebody in my retinue told her crew “If ya want the truth, she can ask her…but it’s gonna be the truth, so~” And I think her angels looked at her nurturing that kid of hers she truly cares about that was colicky as fuck… and nudged her to ask.
[I could be 120% wrong…]
So… I sat still…. and then I told her.
What my experience was.
I did it in a way where there was no space for misunderstanding my take. Down to the certain people pitting people of color against one another, especially women cracking a 98% male & white dominated field because They believe there can be only one. Pointed out the tale as old as time-isms in it…but that the truth was Nobody was Making her sling those shots At the other person when it came down to it. That it was a choice, that was going to have repercussions.
& I told her it’d be different if they were grabbing for the same brass ring…but only someone who was a grifter on the make would glom the two of them in together to fight to the death…but it was still in her hands.
For the record, I didn’t go “I can smell the bad council you have in your ear setting you up to sabotage Your shit by getting you to try to torpedo someone , disparage or dog walk someone else…so the karma cloaks that it was that council’s jealousy over your shit they poisoned you for in the first place.”
She’ll only get that part if she’s reading here tonight.
& I am sure said council fanned the outrage… to cloak the unspoken call-out/shots fired around said council’s head. Because Said Council is trying to fuck the Slinger’s shit all the fuck UP. Slinger may just be too close to home to call it out as such. Which is why her crew asked for me.
Because I got a curt “I hope you find someplace you fit” and was removed Once I read said reply tonight. But it is what it is. I was already gone due to the unnecessary Slinging from her pulpit.
The Slinger’s Angels got the the ask they’d asked answered…now they can do the ministering work they get the spiritual big bucks for to get that bad council out this chick’s ear so she CAN win the way she wants to. Without getting played to dog walk herself by being a bitch to another chick.
As for the Slung upon?
What I have noticed is her output has algorithmically not been popping up as much. Maybe she’s grappling with growing pangs of her own triggered by shit wholly separate from this, Or from turning the other cheek, if she did so in the end.
But I actually wish both of them the best.
We Gotta STOP believing “their” lies about the pies they’re gatekeeping.
In the end… symphonic counterpoint works because everyone gives their all to the instrument they’ve dedicated their hearts to in order to get across their soul song.
That matters. Whether you are singing traditionally or not.
Everyone’s got an art they are gonna have to purely lean into to do anything worthy of bona fide respect on this spiritual plain [or Spirit Plane lol].
Lot of people waste decades capping others in their knees out of jealousy rooted in fear of fully going for their own actualities out “in the arena.” Others waste eons trying to erase the inroads and marks they see others as having made that have nothing to do with them…that haunt them at night like casper the ghost.
But that’s the thing. Those marks another has made that keep you sleepless at night are just covers… draped over what you’re truly terrified to do in your own voice. With fuck-all to do with anybody else’s climb. Which is to walk your own road, not giving a fuck about cribbing from anyone else’s map and trying to cast it as if those moves were your own.
You will Always come up short with that shit. Fuck morality. You look like an insecure idiot trying to shoot a bitch walking With you instead of taking out some of the dim-wittedman meat trying to block Both of your ways.
Look, the truth of it is this:
Even when the world is acting like you are doing fine trying to kill your own kind in your face…you’re going to see the eye lag, the twitch of the corner of the mouth that confirms you are the joke even you think you are for the fuckery you’re pulling instead of finding your way to defining your own greatness. Stop letting these fools puppet you into diminishing your light or attacking the light bulb of the kick across from you because others can see it too.
Let light be fucking light…and shine, for fuck’s sake.
-AB
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