There is nothing to be understood!

You asked me earlier why The Domain, and other space civilizations do not land on Earth or make their presence known. Land on Earth? Do you think we are crazy or want to be crazy? 

It takes a very brave IS-BE to come down through the atmosphere and land on Earth, because this is a prison planet, with a very uncontrolled, psychotic population. 

And, no IS-BE is entirely proof against the risk of entrapment, as with the members of The Domain Expeditionary Force who were captured in the Himalayas 8,200 years ago. 

~ Alien Interview, Matilda O'Donnell MacElroy, written by Lawrence R. Spencer

Alright, my fellow inmates, gather around! 

Let me tell you what the fuck we are going to do... today's post is a story about luck, guts, and having a good time on this ridiculous planet we call Earth.

Let’s face it: Earth is basically the galaxy’s reality TV show (in short, a shit-hole), just  like any prison. You came here, against your will, with your memory wiped clean like your browser history after masturbation session. 

Welcome to the planet of confusion 

Since we’re stuck here — in this bittersweet, oxygen-oxidized, chaos-ridden bootcamp — we might as well play, laugh, and party like it’s our last reincarnation.

We don’t need luck, we need craziness. Like to get 10 millions dollars on lottery. The folks would say, “just lucky.” Nah. That's just an excuse. You build your luck. You earn it. Through effort, gut feelings, intuition, chaos navigation, and yes — occasionally falling on your face and laughing about it.

This isn’t about working yourself into a burnout donkey, though. It’s about moving in cycles. Push hard when the energy is right. Rest when the universe clearly tells you. Respect the spiral, baby 😉. 

Trust your gut: it knows stuff

Your brain is a great thing but it’s also a loud and over-caffeinated, pretending to know-it-all. The real MVP is your INTENT. That strange little whisper that says, "This feels right, go ahead," or "run away from those pyramids and cubes."

Listen to that! It's the only part of you that didn't fully died. It remembers something beyond this prison yard. It's your only compass in the fog of overthinking.

Everything is broken... so fuck it. The entropy is the main rule here. Accept that, the stuff falls apart. Projects go sideways. Plans implode. People flake. It’s not personal. It's just Earth being Earth. Adjust and dance. Make cracks where the weird light can gets in.

You can crawl but you can also fly. And if you don’t, you’ll continue floating in lukewarm safety wondering for the rest of your days - how could’ve been like if you had the guts to just go for it? Take the leap, figure out what do you really want, text first, start the weird project. Worst case already happened! You don't exist. 

Law of Attraction? Eh... a kind of fantasy

You don’t magically manifest a yacht by thinking yacht-thoughts. But if you build a raft, steer into the current, and yell "YACHT" with passion, the universe might just give you a sail. Maybe. Sometimes. But mostly it just look at your with wonder - "what a fuck you are doing?"

Hard work matters. Attitude matters more. Intent matters the most. Sometimes just showing up again and again is all it takes. 

You are not your job, your name, or your thoughts. You’re not the mental narrator endlessly complaining about traffic and exes. You're not the watcher either. You are! You are a dancer's laugh in the middle of the storm.

It is all a damn mirage, a cosmic joke. So stop taking yourself, seriously. Smile at strangers. Help when you can. Make small talk, say jokes. Dance good or do it terribly, who cares? Love yourself and others even if they're messy. Be a chaotic little sparkle in this mad shitty rock.

You’re not here to win. You are here to play. 

Have fun!!!

You and the prison are an illusion, but your joy and tears are genuine - a good meal for "higher" entities.

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