Joan of Arc was not stuck at the cross-roads, either by rejecting all the paths like Tolstoy, or by accepting them all like Nietzsche. She chose a path, and went down it like a thunderbolt. Yet Joan, when I came to think of her, had in her all that was true either in Tolstoy or Nietzsche, all that was even tolerable in either of them. I thought of all that is noble in Tolstoy, the pleasure in plain things, especially in plain pity, the actualities of the earth, the reverence for the poor, the dignity of the bowed back. Joan of Arc had all that and with this great addition, that she endured poverty as well as admiring it; whereas Tolstoy is only a typical aristocrat trying to find out its secret. And then I thought of all that was brave and proud and pathetic in poor Nietzsche, and his mutiny against the emptiness and timidity of our time. I thought of his cry for the ecstatic equilibrium of danger, his hunger for the rush of great horses, his cry to arms. Well, Joan of Arc had all that, and again with this difference, that she did not praise fighting, but fought. We KNOW that she was not afraid of an army, while Nietzsche, for all we know, was afraid of a cow. Tolstoy only praised the peasant; she was the peasant. Nietzsche only praised the warrior; she was the warrior. She beat them both at their own antagonistic ideals; she was more gentle than the one, more violent than the other. Yet she was a perfectly practical person who did something, while they are wild speculators who do nothing. It was impossible that the thought should not cross my mind that she and her faith had perhaps some secret of moral unity and utility that has been lost. And with that thought came a larger one, and the colossal figure of her Master had also crossed the theatre of my thoughts.
I was reading this hippie dippie horse blog that’s all about psychic horse poetry and love and energy and letting your horses run around with no halters or vaccinations, whatever
I saw a link entitled ‘Equine Vasectomy, Castration, and the Karmic Wheel’ and I was like, ok, this will be a good one
and
i was not prepared
so firstly: the author has 2 studs who have clear psychic opinions on their junk
Jax seemed to have no issues with being castrated – almost as though he was expecting it and it was no big deal. Montaro, on the other hand, desperately wanted to remain a stallion and had already bred a mare or two when he arrived. He was so incredibly responsive to me, with such a stellar character, that I too wanted him to remain a stallion if possible. But there was one insurmountable problem. At the end of the field, the neighbour had seven mares, who all simultaneously bloomed into estrus and called to Montaro all day and night. He held it, and held it, and then bam, would go through the fence. After several days of him going through the fence twice a day, I told him I would have to phone the vet.
1. how has your neighbor not sued or shot you???
After the surgery, while both horses were under sedation, Kesia got in there to give them their first ever hoof trim, working furiously to get it done before the anaesthetic wore off. Jax and Montaro were semi-feral horses so they’d never been haltered, trimmed or handled by humans before:
2. so your horse is ‘super responsive’ to you and you have a psychic connection telling you he wants to stay a stallion, but he’s never been fucking haltered before??????
My formerly super-connected, responsive guy would now barely let me touch him. Fast-forward 6 months or so and he’s still angry. He kept saying to me, “I want my balls back!” And I would explain once again that he couldn’t have them back, and that he needed to accept responsibility too, as he also chose to be castrated because he wouldn’t/couldn’t stop going through the fence. This made no impact on him, and his anger and separation continued.
3. you’re….. expecting…. your semi-feral horse… to take responsibility…. for…….. being castrated………
So Ainsley is out at my barn, and I’ve told her that he’s still straining a lot to pee and I’m concerned that scar tissue from the surgery might be restricting things. But as he won’t let her touch him, she is just running Reiki to his groin area, with her hands underneath his belly. After about 20 minutes, she comes over to me and says, “Well, there’s only a few people I would tell this to, but… as I’m running Reiki for him,” she shows me her two hands cupped together, “I feel this weight in my hands, so I look down. And there are his balls. So I reattached them.” I gasp. “Oh my god. That’s what he meant! He meant he wants his energetic balls back!” Montaro then also wanted me to affirm this new reality, so for the next week, every time I saw him, I would visualize his scrotum hanging there and I would say “Nice balls Taro!” or “Looking good down there!” And then, all was complete. Montaro returned to being in powerful connection with me. He requested hands-on adjustments from Ainsley again, and all his anger was gone. My super-responsive, heart-connected lad was back. This experience makes me wonder about amputees who suffer phantom limb pain. Perhaps if they asked a Reiki or Pranic healer to reattach their energetic limb… perhaps their pain would cease?
4. NICE BALLS TARO. LOOKIN GOOD DOWN THERE TARO. YOU’VE TOTALLY STILL GOT BALLS TARO. PROPS ON YOUR PSYCHIC JUNK TARO.
well holy fucking shit banana. couldn’t get weirder right
HAHA WRONG.
Well, turns out when I “saw” the vet crushing the scrotum… those were my scrotum, in another lifetime. My parents sold me to become a eunuch (male who is castrated; often to guard females), I was in a fever for days, nearly died, didn’t want to live, and so on.
and then my brain fell out and i could read no more
Also yeah how tf are they not dead. If I was that neighbor I’d be having their guts for garters.
What the actual fuck
I just…
Ok so
I skimmed it
and
one of the neighbours mares did get pregnant. (?? or so I read it, it was a bit unclear) but at any rate, she got to keep the young colt, Juno. Who grew up to have his own sexual appetites.
She wanted to keep him whole, or maybe do a vasectomy-like thing instead. But she soon discovered that he would still harass the mares. She was advised that this would definitely cause pregnancies, as well as.. infections from all the sex, and he potentially could already have impregnated his own mother.
So she decided to castrate him after all. One problem: he wasn’t halter trained. (wtf?)
after the operation, she helped him heal with “herbs”
And now that we’ve dealt with the practicalities, let us float into other realms, shall we? If you thought the energetic reattachment of Montaro’s balls was out there… we’s goin’ even farther!
oh good lord what..
when I had talked to him earlier about the surgery, I had explained that he did not have to lose his energetic balls, he could keep them – just like his Uncle Jax did.
talked?
So she goes to sleep all worried about what she’s done, and has a dream (trip? hallucination?) (aka past life memory or some such) about she being castrated (her past self was a guy) and she figured:
So I was brutalized, and I have now brutalized Juno in exactly the same way. How am I ever going to get off the damn karmic wheel?
Apparently, by forgiving those who had done it to her.. past self? She had to write all this out and draw what “forgiveness” looks like. It looks like this guys:
Perhaps this is the central message of Jesus – that this balancing the wheel of karma, can take a very long time. But we can balance it another way: By forgiving all those who wronged, abused, tortured, hurt me; I can then forgive myself. And I can use this mechanism actively in this life to avoid generating any new karmic debts.
Perhaps by consciously – with full intention – giving the ultimate (his life) Jesus created a third alternative to a previously dualistic reality; yin/yang, dark/light. The3rd alternative is forgiveness.
My little atheist mind is spinning. I thought I kind of understood spirituality, but these are some advanced acrobatics. She even drew it:
the next day I askedboth Kumba and Juno to forgive me. And I forgave myself. […] You can see in the video how Juno trusts me to massage right near his incisions a few days after the surgery. If that isn’t proof that he’s forgiven me, I don’t know what is.
totally. That can’t be explained in any other way.
Also, Juno’s mom was pretty calm during the operation, which can only be interpreted like this:
Dare I suggest that she felt/knew this was the best option at this time and was anchoring both Juno and me with her peace and tranquility?
No. That literally cannot be it.
When Juno was going through the worst of the pain the day after the surgery, I was doing Pranic healing for him (streaming in blue/white light from my iceberg) and I said to him, “Oh sweetheart, I know it hurts, and it doesn’t make any sense. And you just can’t imagine why I would do such a thing to you. But do you trust me? Can you trust me that I have done this for a very good reason, that will benefit you greatly in the long-term?
that’s it. I’m done. Where did you find this stuff?
And let me just say:
Hi there new followers. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me, and then yourself, so we can all get off this karmic wheel.
that shitty little yin yang heart sketch is where I really lost my will to live
If you struggle with anxiety, overwhelm, or just plain feeling like a failure, I have a mantra for you that’s been really helping me out lately:
Just show up.
I used to skip class because the whole thing was so overwhelming: I had to get dressed in something clean even though I never had the energy to do laundry, walk to school, sit in class for up to three hours, plus pay attention, take notes, and participate in discussion. In reality, I was being a perfectionist, and life would have been a lot easier for me if I had Just Shown Up. By staying home because of my depression and anxiety, I wasn’t giving myself the chance to do any of that. I was such a perfectionist that being a “bad” or average student was unthinkable, so I stopped being a student at all.
If you’re having trouble getting something done, Just Show Up. You don’t have to be employee of the month. You don’t have to be valedictorian. Just Show Up.
ime it also helps to be like “you dont have to stay the whole time, you just have to go” bc most of the time once youre there it’s fine. a lot of things are like that, like… you dont have to finish the dishes, just start them. a lot of the time once you start a task it’s easier to finish than to stop, especially if you can trick yourself like “after five more minutes if i still feel bad i’ll go home” or “after washing two more dishes i can stop for today”
even if you don’t finish the task, you started it, and by completing part of it you lessened your future workload and ALSO taught your brain that things may not be as daunting as they seem
In case anyone actually wants to know the answer: it’s the plot of Cars. The difference is literally the plot of Cars.
Highways are usually two-to-four (at the widest) lane roads that meander the US landscape. Think Route 66, dinosaur statues, mom-and-pop diners, southern gothic. There are state-level and national-level highways. Some run for a 100 miles, some, like US HWY-17, run most of the East Coast:
That red line is US HWY 17. If you follow it, you will go through tiny towns. You may hit stoplights. I kid you not, you will see spinning cows on poles. Businesses exist along highways that you are encouraged to pull over and visit. They were designed to let you see America.
Yeah.
Now, interstates were made in the 50s and were made to get people from Point A to Point B. These suckers range from four lanes to eight lanes around big cities. They cut through everything. If you want to get to a business, you have to take an exit ramp and detour. They are great for getting places fast. You can still have weird experiences on them, but usually at night, when your eyes start playing tricks on you. Or there are deer.
I-95 is a massive corridor that runs from the Florida Keys to the Canadian Border. You can see the difference just looking at the maps.
As far as writing goes:
If you want quirky character development inside the car, you’re looking for an interstate. The majority of Americans take interstates to go on road trips.
If you want mysterious and/or supernatural hijinks, you’re looking for a highway. They are weird, weird places, and they’re surprisingly easy to wind up on if you leave the interstate.
(Even in America, no one’s really sure what a freeway is. Just ignore it.)
A freeway is a highway or interstate with toll points. You gotta stop and throw change in the machine before you can continue.
A highway can be both a highway and a freeway, but a freeway isn’t always a highway.
Because highways meander around, they often turn into normal two-way ‘streets’ (in cities) or ‘roads’ (in smaller towns) and then turn back into highways once you’re clear of civilization.
The only real difference between a ‘street’ and a ‘highway’ is the speed limit in my experience. If the speed limit only gets up to 55-ish, it’s still a road/street. If the speed limit goes to 60 or above, it’s a highway.
The signs made of a blue shield with a red band on the top is an Interstate. The white shield signs are highways.
So why is it called a freeway if it isn’t
you know
free
Because they’re “free” of pedestrians, crossings(at grade technically: in other words all crossings are over- or under-passes), intersections, traffic signals, or property access(you gotta exit onto a feeder to reach gas stations and whatnot), and they usually have higher speed limits. The “freeways have tolls” thing might be regional though; down in Texas they don’t. Down here, a freeway with tolls is called a “tollway”. We also have “tollroads”, but I’m not sure if these are different or not as I’ve never driven on one.
In my experience, freeways tend to be more limited geographically than highways and interstates though this could be different outside of Texas: for instance, there are all manner of Freeway Loops and avenues through, into, and around Houston, Dallas, and San Antonio, but outside of mega cities like those three everything’s highways, interstates, and surface streets.
What really sucks about the way Joss Whedon writes is that he sort of has this idea that if he writes about women being strong and confident, that is all it takes for women to appreciate his work. Like, even if the villain constantly belittles a woman for being a woman and people are constantly harassing her and sexualizing her, it’s okay because she’s strong and she can take it.
The biggest difference between Whedon’s version of Wonder Woman and Jenkins is that in Whedon’s version Wonder Woman is A Woman. She (and the audience) must be constantly aware that she is a Woman, that she is Sexy, that she is overcoming incredible odds because she has the terrible disadvantage of Being Born A Woman.
Whereas in Jenkins’ film Diana simply exists. There are some points made by other characters about her being a woman, like when Steve won’t sleep with her because he feels it’s improper, or when his secretary says, “Oh yes, put specs on her, like after that she won’t be the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen”, but Diana is almost completely unaware of her status as a Dreaded Woman. Her excitement over a baby? She’s literally never seen one before. Her little makeover seen? Spends the whole thing looking for something comfortable she can fight in. She basically never mentions the difference between men and women, never even says that women are better or whatever because she was raised by them.
Joss Whedon would have never let Wonder Woman forget she was a Woman. She would have constantly been making comments about it, wether positive or negative, as would everyone around her. In Whedon’s heyday that might have flown a lot better, but now women seem to be a little sick of grrrrl power. They just want power. They just want to exist, both on screen and in life, without constant reminders that they are Women and that they must pay for that at every turn.
now women seem to be a little sick of grrrrl power. They just want
power. They just want to exist, both on screen and in life, without
constant reminders that they are Women and that they must pay for that
at
just moving along like everyone else 