#nothingelsematters

[spoke-n-languish]

Astra inclinant, sed non obligant. Discendo discimus.

I really have no way of knowing what anyone thinks of me or what they want from me… because not one person will speak honestly with me. I appreciate all of the work developing storylines and the myriad paths forward that you have presented for me to “Leap of Faith” down, but despite it all… it strikes me that still (despite all my mad rankings to the walls of this shithole prison that saddens and crushes me just for being present within it. But has it occurred to any of you “viewers” that I can’t (repeat for emphasis: CANNOT) do what you want me to and what I desperately desire to within the circumstances that you have put me in. It is not a preference choice like, “I have an allergy to cooked carrots… no, raw is fine - I’m only allergic to the cooked ones.” Clearly, made-up bullshit that we abide because we understand that (for whatever reason) they simply do not care for that option. What I have been trying to tell anyone but no one has heard, is that I cannot “take the plunge”, without some, any, maybe even just one tiny element of truth. This may sound petulant, or whiny to some, others I have heard say, “just look it up…everything is online if you would just try to look for yourself instead of having it spoon-fed to you like a baby.” This is not my issue… Because, as stated before, early on I detected that elements of data I perceived and currently try to filter through (with no other option) have been doctored, altered or just flat out fabricated, I have not been able to find any medium that was true. To add further clarification to the depth of illusion detected by the manipulations i toil under, let me list some of the mediums I am considering to be within this Decepti-Confidence Scam Set of things I currently hold to be untrustworthy (note: for me untrustworthy = not true, not real):

* Anything found online (including from social media sites, wiki or encyclopedia pages, medical journals, digital communication of any kind such as text or email)

* Anything heard or seen on the television (as this is another digital medium it also has proven to be quite malleable as a source of information)

* Phone conversations from unfamiliar voices (as without familiarity it is more difficult for me to qualify truths vs. falsehoods).

* Conversations overheard (typically intentionally) in passing.

* Conversations from familiar voices (sadly, every person I have spoken with has also been detected as being dishonest with me).

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Nimium ne crede colori.

*I feel this requires some more insight into my meaning. Yes, everyone, everywhere, lies all the time… that is inherent in the nature of communication as we all filter input through our belief systems so that any and all output is skewed from the Greater Truth which exists without perception only and in such fashion cannot exist. Also, I am not talking about all of the “little white lies” that exist to prevent shame, guilt, fear or pain - for others as well as ourselves. I am not referring to any stretching of truths about activities or events outside of those which are intended to influence my personal information (and therefore choices and actions). Yes, I have noted it in every single person I have talked to, sometimes subtle otherwise very brash and direct attempts to perpetuate this miasma of gas-lighting that permeates fully into every aspect of my life. It is intentional or at least cooperative psychological manipulation with the intention to control via filtration, alteration and inception the information that I receive as well as what I am able to send forth out into the community at large (such as it is). It is this factor I believe which has so deeply wounded my mental state as well as the very constitution of my sanity. What’s more I have also noticed the effective feedback derived from an assumption that I have been successfully misled whenever I delve at any level into exploring any of these presented misdirections… the ripples of which, increase in amplitude with each exploration with a palpable fervor of glee or excitement at “he’s falling for it”, or “we got him again”. What some may not realize is that in my dogmatic pursuit to unravel this knitted cocoon of deceits, imperfect truths and outright lies, that has snared me and binds me into the clichéd tangled web where I still struggle trying to free myself before I feel the dooming venom piercing into me. The toxic regret of living less than what could have been… should have been mine, if I’d only looked deeper, probed more fervently, or just blindly stumbled onto by happenstance. But as has been clearly understood by me ever since realization of the extent of influence being exerted upon me, as you control all data I receive, if you want it found it will be found… if you don’t, it won’t. So I will continue to struggle, I know not how to give up, but I do so with the knowledge of the futility of my actions as the results are not dependent on the measure of effort exerted so much as your assessment of whether or not I am ready for or worthy of receiving it.

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* Also to be included, all sights seen, sounds heard, scents smelled (and hence flavors tasted), sensations felt and all other physical perceptions have been (some more constantly than others) proven fallible under your machinations.

Claudus pedibus et iniquitatem bibens qui mittit verba per nuntium stultu.

The culminating magnitude of this doubt upon my already battle-worn and weary psyche, coupled with the riddle of Y intersects at an unfortunate exact point where my craZy honor rebels against tyrannical injustice or oppression (or even well-intended misunderstanding without shared communal eXpression) to where I predict the results to be worse for all, or at least all the worst for one in particular. Whether your intentions are to be my Mjolnir, or if you sit silently on high as an overlord surveying his vassals, I constantly hope that your scales of qualification are Balanced and Just… else I expect from here on naught but doom and ruin to oblivion.

Condemnant quo non intellegunt. Ingredior in meus calceus quod cos mos agnosco. Pars magna bonitatis est velle fieri bonum. Si vis amari, ama. Semper ubi, sub ubi.

#InVeritateVitaEst #LifeIsPain #impossibledream #knurdninja #riddle211 #sharpen_saw #turn-the-page-h6ε #nothingelsematters

[nx-communicato]

A “Shoebox Memory” of a time not yet…

In little nooks tucked away safely within the dark hollows of my Well of Souls, I have little happy moments secretly tucked away so that they are protected yet available should I need access (for sanity or survival). When circumstances have become heavy and thick under the shroud of a cloying oppression, or when the frost-fingered grip of despair tries to squeeze the last glimmers of light from your heart.

They are not just memories of cherished moments past though, some of them are visions of future through the mists of shifting patterns to create alternate possibilities… one of my secret skills that allow me to materialize hope when nothing else is left. Most of these ‘dreams’ (as I usually refer to them) have had their windows already shuttered and lost - their opportunities knocked-out without a fair fight to actualize. But, such is the nature of dreams (and the burden of dreamers) …unless they are allowed to unfold they wither away until milled to dust within the cogs of Time’s industrius clockworks.

I did manage to sneak one out unseen past the cuckoo asylum guards’ vigilance. It was stashed and preserved, but I felt it worth sharing even at the risk of it too being brusquely snatched away and trampled under vindictive boot-heels. So hear I unwrap it so you may see… it is only a small little thing not even fully developed; but in these times it seems everyone could benefit from even a tiny little comfort such as it is.

It is quite basic, a ‘3-pane strip’ at best… just a quiet and simple solace tucked back a little from the usual cacophony of social exuberance, so that there is a light glow of serenity warming the trellises providing a slight-shade to this side of the porch. Two characters sit at a table in comfortable familiarity born of long friendship as tall glasses of iced lemonades slowly cry their little rings onto the table. Approaching closer to the two, we see that it is you and I… just talking, listening and reflecting at an unhurried ‘Saturday afternoon’ pace.

That’s it. We tell memories of shared fondness, I share some of the unique happenstances I encountered when we were apart, and you share yours: joys, tribulations, whimsical whatevers… just a pleasant day; unassuming and relaxing. Nice.

#impossibledream #y #nothingelsematters #serenity #sharpen_saw #£y617736uv

[chazzaproductions-blog]

[FREE] Hip Hop x RnB Type Beat "AZTEC" (Metallica - Nothing Else Matters...

#youtube #hiphop #rnb #remix #metallica #nothingelsematters #fyp #fouryour #foryourpage #musice #music #musica

[daveshocko]

Taking in the view airside. #airside #nothingelsematters #metallica #tarmac #airport #boeing #boeing7378200 #blackandwhite #blackandwhitephoto #blackandwhitephotography #artyfartyofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/ChdMaGutCpE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#airside #nothingelsematters #metallica #tarmac #airport #boeing #boeing7378200 #blackandwhite #blackandwhitephoto #blackandwhitephotography #artyfartyofinstagram

[toadyco]

Found a small handful of MUSKELLUNGE stickers in the back of my sticker supplies! This previously sold-out design has now been relisted. Get yours here.

Also you can call me Jazzy Jeff because I placed a reorder and I’ll be back with the fresh prints in no time.

#stickers #muskiefishing #muskellunge #fishingmerch #fishingstickers #nothingelsematters #artists on tumblr

[aquila-non-capit-muscus]

Here’s to 1Ndings, hopefclly.

I have said I need help. I have recently explained that I have no options that are not hurtful to myself or the ones I care about, which is anathema to me. I have asked for advice. I have asked to be allowed to explain my problems, solutions, concerns, and hopes. No questions were asked. No advice given.

I am preparing for March forth to be another “event day”, with a promised reward to the survivor of being freed from this arena, to be honored and celebrated like a champion as was intended all along… just how the process works, I trust. I also believe that despite having no idea what it is I’m theoretically accomplishing, regardless of how hard I try or what I endure, at the end it will be decided that I still need a little more healing and then things will continue as they have until (again… just an assumption) probably April 1st when this will all be revealed to have been an elaborate prank and a valuable lesson in “trust” or “gullibility” or some such. Of course, you won’t see that this result is emotionally damaging to me as well as being very hurtful socially as now I will have to nod and smile through gritted teeth (which means I’ll probably end up shattering another clenched tooth) as each person wants to share with me their anecdotes about how their personal experiences being able to help me out while I was stumbling blindly through my dark times and how glad they are that I am better now, whfeew. You will not be able to see the detriment of this because you have already established your cause as just and your methods excusable due to their righteous intent. Clearly I could not understand my own problems because I am a user of intoxicating substances (which is true, albeit some I chose, but others forced onto/into me). Despite this, I have told you repeatedly I do not have a drug problem.

But I have been putting myself through the worst possible regimen for quitting on purpose. Those of you who would know, don’t care; and those of you who would care don’t know. For this one in particular, it takes 3 days for the body to metabolize it fully from the system… and since December 9, I have consistently been operating on a regimen of quitting, going through those rough first three days, then pointing out nothing changes and diving back into the pool. Over this course of time, I think I have now successfully purged my system clean 6 times before pointing it out and then starting back up again. By doing so I was hoping that I might bait some of you into slipping up and revealing something but, such was not the case; it was good to prove it to myself at least.

I have a wide range of problems, yes. Almost all of which have been orchestrated by several different factions of you acting independently and obliviously to the other all doing what you feel is best for me (except for a couple groups that actually delight in my ruination or simply don’t care except that it serves to further their own interests. But, as you’ve already set the vision of your realities firmly in place, I highly doubt that my saying this will change anyone’s mind or alter their perceptions. If that is how your reality looks to you, who am I to judge as we all are living our own personal versions of reality: the true definition of the multiverse of madness. I do ask, though, why does your version feel the need to subdue and conquer mine? I did experience happiness there for a little bit. I guess that is something I can hold to; even if the cause, experience and result of said joy have all been tainted and transmogrified into some wretched, vomitous-mass twisted semblance of what was once a beautiful thing of whimsy and light.

I can not envision a final outcome of these events that does not cause damaging scars (possibly irreversible) to myself or the ones I love!!!

I have said I need help. I have recently explained that I have no options that are not hurtful to myself or the ones I care about, which is anathema to me. I have asked for advice. I have asked to be allowed to explain my problems, solutions, concerns, and hopes. No questions were asked. No advice given.

The best course of action as far as I can ascertain is for me to try to bring this to a close as quickly as possible so that it has less time to wreak devastation upon others. As I see it this is best performed by cow-towing to all demands made which is in effect the opposite of what I believe some of you are trying to instill, but hey - it’s just a garden party after all, right? I will do this while trying to sidestep pitfalls and agreeing to repent for every slur of defamation to the (my projection of the fallback) result of complete ruination of understood qualities. This should likely trigger ejection from the greater group, if not worse. My goal is to do all this without benefit of a helping hand or MaxPaine-style health boosts… I guess we’ll see how it plays out.

I was honestly hoping that I could at least go out well and gain style points for a heroic self-sacrifice for the greater good, but that is not in my cards either it seems. So be it. I’m just gonna say this now while there’s still a chance for it to be heard.

I have no Nemesis. There is not one in existence who I would consider worthy of bearing that name, because whether you believe it or not — I love you all; more than some of you realize, and always. I honestly wish for the best outcome for everyone’s happiness. What I have done I did trying for the betterment of those lives I could most closely touch and help. Whether I have succeeded or not is unknown. You may question my methods, but know that intent is pure and noble and is still what drives me ever onward.

Love, Hope, Honor, and Justice are my brand. I am at once both the IMMOVABLE OBJECT and the UNSTOPPABLE FORCE. Behold and tremble before the mighty visage of the quixotically-errant:

Unconditional Annihilator of Impossible Dreams ~

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I have said I need help. I have recently explained that I have no options that are not hurtful to myself or the ones I care about, which is anathema to me. I have asked for advice. I have asked to be allowed to explain my problems, solutions, concerns, and hopes. No questions were asked. No advice given. Help was provided in the best way you saw possible. I love you always… life can get really serious sometimes. Let’s not forget to take little recesses for ourselves to play and share our time together.

PYyjN!f69

#aquixoticlife #y #impossibledream #NothingElseMatters #1N…theBegiZNiNG #Ct…theFNb #χρ48

[oikotaantees]

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[unfoldingnarratives]

So close, no matter how far Couldn't be much more from the heart Forever trusting who we are And nothing else matters #nothingelsematters #metallica #sculpture #clay #ritualsthatfeellikehome #madrid #soclosenomatterhowfar https://www.instagram.com/p/CoF_mVkM07L/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#nothingelsematters #metallica #sculpture #clay #ritualsthatfeellikehome #madrid #soclosenomatterhowfar

[blendergallery]

⚡️Can you believe that this was 12 years ago! ⚡️Throwback to that day in 2010, when Metallica and rock photographer Ross Halfin came to hang out with us @blendergallery … 🤘Now that was some fun times 😜 @metallica @rosshalfin @kirkhammett @larsulrich @robtrujillo @davebrolanphotos ✌️❤️🎶 #rockandroll #metallica #throwback #rosshalfin #larsulrich #kirkhammett #robtrujillo #musicphotography #musichistory #exhibition #sydney #style #icon #muse #legendsneverdie #rockroyalty #theultimatemetallica #nothingelsematters #masterofpuppets #rocknroll #blendergallery (at Blender Gallery) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ck9yQGfvxt3/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[sokhiharpal]

It was such a pleasure meeting Kirti Chakra awarded DIG Sri N N Dubey during my recent Tedx @tedxabesec @ghaziabad. The man who bought down dreaded terrorist #gazibaba in an encounter in Kashmir and many more terrorists during his tenure in Kashmir and was seriously injured in the attack, yet survived and continues to inspire many people. Yesterday he reminded all of us that in the armed forces people jump to sacrifice their lives and go to the battle field #countryfirst #nothingelsematters, salute to you Sir.. https://www.instagram.com/p/Ck5IoNaq0G4/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#gazibaba #countryfirst #nothingelsematters

[smokingfetishlovers]

Eu sempre estarei com você... Não importa como e nem importa quando. Só quero estar com você até o fim. Te amo infinito minha deusa @lillicukierekcox 💜♾️🖤 #nothingelsematters https://www.instagram.com/p/CjIYxotuB0R/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#nothingelsematters

[spoke-n-languish]

A hero’s journey…

…into town, to get some eggs and a carton of milk, and then back again to his abode to stow them safely in his refrigerator: mission accomplished.

I know that I’ve fucked this up for everybody, and I truly am sorry. It has become abundantly clear that the script was never intended to carry on this long. I have disappointed many people over the years, but never an entire community at once in addition to everyone that I love and care about. Even people that never liked me and were certain I would fail have become taciturn at the onus that maintaining this production has assayed on their erstwhile quotidian rut. I don’t think that the blame should fall entirely onto my shoulders as I never asked for this nor have I yet quit trying (I really just don’t know what to do), but as nobody has materialized from Narnia, or the Æther, or the shadow lands of Nod, or wherever it is that you have secreted yourselves away to, for everyone else affected - mine is the only face they can see to scowl at.

Initially I was consumed with grief and broken by betrayal… but I got better and formulated a plan (which I thought had reasonable odds of success), but then I discovered that the belaborments and woeful outcries of my ravaged heart and shattered soul had successfully provided more than adequate distraction to allow me to fall prey to an extraordinarily elaborate mash-up of the 3-card Moanaté Badger Game with a HoneyPotter Pig-in-a-Poke overshadowing a “South Park” Oculus Rift-‘Van Winkle’, all neatly tucked into one Dickens of “A Stargate Christmas Carol: Special Victims Unit” all for “A Fistful of Dollars” with the Spanish Prisoner left at the altar of ‘Affinity’. Needless to say. I did not pick the “lucky lady” out of the tertiantella Danse Machiavellian that I found mysclf all aswirl 1N. (In fact, I’m certain even this does not adequately enunciate the subtle variegated nuances, and delicately layered (as if a master baker’s baklava or tiramisu) and nimbly interwoven puppeteering of this magna opera which I praise optime cum laude!

But as fun as it is to masquerade and I can only imagine the rush of being included in the conspiratorial hoodwinking with a wink and a Nod to your Corner then Bow to your Beau, then Dosey-Do and Around we go; Promenate in the Gutter with a Beaver-Fur Cap, now 2 x 2 Through the Gate with the Clap; From our Cueric ETSRDA you’ll take your Cues, Tea Cup Chain or Chain-Gang Thru; Swing your Hoe-Down she’s an Arky Belle then Top the Coffee Kitty like a Faux Angel; Sashay the Phantom in the Swill; Yellow Rock, Red Rock, and the Star-Tips the Frill!

All quite synchronized and very exciting to be a part of, but you can only square dance for so long before it becomes wearying and eventually (despite the fervor of the foile à d’ville) being told exactly where, when, and what to do next at each ‘turn’ by the gent caller can lose a little luster. One may desire a return to a more familiar and comfortably secure routine, and so is the ambient temperature around the town. Certainly not a soul has betrayed the confidence of the games-master(s), and all facades have been dutifully maintained… all roles unequivocally performed, but to a trained eye (or to a wildly moonstruck third), the heart-force driving it isn’t as strong as it was in the onset.

I do not want anyone to misconstrue this very key point I am about to make here: I in no way, shape or form am belittling or diminishing in any way the communally singular and titanic efforts wrought by the amazingly generous, patient and hard-working people of this community as much to the contrary, I am awe-struck by how much you all have done and magnificently so… it is one of the reasons I am sometimes brought literally to tears being moved so by graces demonstrated by all for just one who has never been deserving of any of it and I know that I will never be able to repay this. I understand that many of you see these forays as a lesson to my laxitudinal nonchalance towards arrearages owed (which is understandable as that is how this particular backdrop has been painted), but that debt I was always aware of and it grew out of hand by my own decisions for it to do so… but the debt that has me hammered into place is the debt of kindness and gratitude I now owe to each and every one of you which I can devote a hundred lifetimes over and still not repay in full.

But, what I believe I am understanding in an emotional undercurrent sort of way, is the fatigue from attrition of performing at such a high demand for perfection for longer than was originally written in the playbill. And for this, I believe I do shoulder the yoke of responsibility. Not intentionally but rather by default as I too have been kept at a philharmonic emotional symphony and just beaten to and fro on a mental and spiritual level that I fear I missed key opportunities and just through the blindness of the damned did not see when I was to have performed my role, played my part, and delivered the quintessential metamorphosis and rebirth to deliver us all from this eternal winter. I am so sorry to everyone. You have all worked so diligently for so long and so hard for this and I wish that I could do that one thing required of me and provide that release everyone is so ready for… but I still don’t know what it is. I surely must have missed a critical clue or tip as I know it must have been given but I’m afraid I’m my distraught state I passed it or did not hear it correctly. You must all be tired of having to carry on for one who can’t even carry his own weight it would seem and I cannot blame you or fault you if you do. All I can offer is to redouble my efforts (which I believe I have said so much now that surely I am at a least 256x my original efforts) …which should put me somewhere around 176.64x full effort given {sorry, just a little math humor}. But if you don’t see me out and about and getting in the way, please understand that I am still trying, still doing what I can to solve this… for everyone’s sake.

I have been manipulated more so than anyone through these productions, but I am still determined as ever to bring this to a close regardless of personal cost because I cannot allow any of you to suffer excess burden any more than you already have for my expense. If you don’t know me yet, just please understand that while it may not seem like it, I really do sincerely want the best for everyone and humbly I thank you all for what you have already persevered on my behalf.

La storia di un burattino… for reals, yo!

#sharpen_saw #impossibledream #nothingelsematters #riddle211 #hortonhasthewh’ooze #Y #turn-the-page-h6ε

[nx-communicato]

…Loyal, Trustworthy and Brave

I think I have a pretty good guess about what you (powers that B) would like me to do. Clearly not with enough details or resources to complete them or they would possibly be done already.

I’m wondering though, were any of the insights I’ve shared worth enough to merit communication with said powers? I mentioned some months back about having an idea that I still think has merit… nothing has changed since then, so technically is quite literally in all senses still valid. One key factor is some of those few elusive critical details that I require and which are the same exact problems that have shackled me here all along. So, if you would be willing to share an open and private venue for communication (to preserve the element of mystery for my beloved audience, I in turn would be willing through the course of discussion come to an agreeable resolution with my full compliance. All I’m asking is that since I’ve already seen behind the curtain if I may be allowed temporarily to step behind for a discussion to whit I shall return back to center stage promptly after, scout’s honor. What do ya’ say?

#impossibledream #y #nothingelsematters #sharpen_saw

[lifeaftergambling]

This was me then.

#nothingelsematters

[chaplaincate]

Today, I feel overwhelmed, but not in the way you think. #LetMeExplain. I'm overwhelmed that God loves me so much inspite of my flaws. Overwhelmed at the "unmerited" grace and "undeserved" mercy and favor He shows me every day. Overwhelmed at His consistency and faithfulness in providing and protecting me and mine. Overwhelmed that He still chooses to use me, especially when I feel my lowest. Don't get me wrong... other things come at me too (more often than I talk about). But when I'm in His presence, #NothingElseMatters. Everything pales in comparison to #GodsOverwhelmingLove.😭 No Worries About Tomorrow. #GodHoldsMyTomorrow. So I'm just gonna #RejoiceInTheLord and Make it a great day. You should too.😉 #ChaplainCate💞 https://www.instagram.com/p/ChXKpLKOzpBV2tySGPQCnezX-UWQOx83NKFic80/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#letmeexplain #nothingelsematters #godsoverwhelminglove #godholdsmytomorrow #rejoiceinthelord #chaplaincate💞

[anishken]

#YoungMonk90 #CumingSoon Sure has been a long long time since I last posted anything!!!! Hey, I've been #Blue can u blame me??? #ComingBackToLife #NothingElseMatters https://www.instagram.com/p/CgbNszXsLyT/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#youngmonk90 #cumingsoon #blue #comingbacktolife #nothingelsematters