One of the saddest things I heard this month on the 22nd was about the October school shots rollout. Apparently, only 3 or 4 kids opted out. I know parents mean well, and I'm not here to judge anyone. But after looking into the ingredients myself, I can't help wondering how many actually read up on what their kids were being given. Funny, this evil sim can throw almost anything at me these days and I won't even react. But when it comes to children, fuck me, that still gets me.

Big shoutout to the parents refusing to raise their kids with the same outdated bullshit we grew up with. There ain't many of us, fuck me, I've realised that lately. Some parents are still preparing their kids for 1998 while the world's moving at a ridiculous speed. I used to think I was overthinking it. Now I just laugh. But seriously, respect to the parents actually paying attention, questioning things and giving their kids a fighting chance. You're doing something that matters, family. Truly. Your kids will thank you. The rest will be asking why nobody warned them. 🫶

You could write a book packed with real wisdom, the kind that takes years of getting your arse kicked by life to learn, and give it away for free. Nobody gives a fuck. You could collect hundreds of PDFs full of knowledge people claim they're desperate for, hand them out for absolutely nothing, and watch the same people scroll straight past. Now slap a £100 price tag on that exact same shit. Suddenly everybody wants to know what's inside. Funny how that works. I learnt this from a billionaire years ago. The bloke actually wrote a book teaching people how to get wealthy, become rich and live a good life, then gave the fucking thing away for free. Nobody cared lmao. Some of you already know exactly who I'm talking about. Thought he was talking bollocks until I started seeing the same thing happen with my own eyes. I've had people come to me asking for advice about manifestation and all sorts of things. I'd give them genuine, deep, old-school knowledge for free. Stuff I'd spent years learning and actually putting into practice myself. And some of them didn't value a fucking word of it. Why? Because they'd already spent hundreds, sometimes thousands, on courses from gurus. They'd paid so much money for information that they couldn't respect what I was telling them simply because I wasn't charging them. That's what really opened my eyes. I could give somebody knowledge for nothing, and they'd question its value. But if I'd charged them £500 for the exact same words, they'd probably sit there taking notes like I'd just revealed the secrets of the fucking universe. People are strange creatures, mate. They'll ignore something valuable until somebody puts a price on it. Sometimes the price tag carries more weight than the wisdom itself. And that's the fucked-up part.

How do you know if you've got a soul? Well, have you ever sat there and questioned whether you've actually got one?

Some of you think your brain's completely fucked when your lifestyle looks like a Victorian prison sentence. You're sleeping four hours, eating processed shite, barely seeing daylight and spending half your existence staring at a screen. Then you're wondering why you wake up feeling like a depressed fucking pigeon. I'm not denying depression or anxiety exist. But we've reached a point where people can't even feel sad, worried or overwhelmed without thinking there's something seriously wrong with them. Sometimes life is just kicking the absolute shit out of you, mate. You're allowed to feel it. Your body and mind aren't two separate fucking departments. You can't feed yourself rubbish, neglect your sleep, sit indoors all day and expect to feel wonderful. Get some sunlight on your face. Walk through the woods. Eat real food, drink water, sleep properly and give your nervous system a chance to settle down. And don't underestimate what constant stimulation does to you. Your brain barely gets five minutes of silence before you're reaching for your phone like a crackhead checking whether someone liked his fucking breakfast. Try living like an actual human being for a week. No constant scrolling, no staying awake until three in the morning watching absolute bollocks. Just decent food, fresh air, movement, proper rest and a bit of peace. See what changes. And if you've just gone through a breakup or divorce, stop expecting yourself to wake up feeling fantastic. You loved somebody. You imagined growing old together, building a life, sharing all those little moments nobody else knew about. Now that future's gone, and you're grieving it. Sometimes people leave because they've lost themselves trying to keep a relationship alive. Doesn't make the pain disappear, but you don't need to turn someone you once loved into the fucking Antichrist just to cope with losing them. I know people want some grand explanation for everything they're feeling. Sometimes there isn't one. You're exhausted, you're grieving, you've been neglecting yourself or you've spent too long living against your own nature. Go outside. Get your hands in the dirt. Sit under a tree without photographing the bastard for Instagram. You're a human being. Start living like one.

Some of you think because you've blocked someone, deleted their number and told them to fuck off, that's the end of it. Oh, you sweet innocent bastard. You'd be surprised how long certain people can live rent-free in your head after you've kicked them out of your life Now, the Queen of Cups reversed is a nasty bit of work in this reading. Emotional manipulation, obsession, someone who can't regulate their own feelings and makes it everybody else's fucking problem. You've got the Ace of Pentacles and Ten of Pentacles sitting there too. That's a serious opportunity for stability, security and building something together. Gone. And now someone's sitting in regret, looking at what they've lost Then comes the Hermit reversed. Someone who'd rather run from their own shadow than sit alone for five minutes and face themselves. They'll distract themselves with anything rather than confront the mess they've made. Anything but accountability. Fucking allergic to it And this is where the spiritual side gets interesting. There's a belief that spirits can jump between bodies, that the same energy can return through completely different people. Now, whether you take that literally or recognise it as repeating emotional patterns, the lesson's the same. You finally escape one manipulative bastard, start enjoying your peace, and six months later someone turns up with a different haircut, a nicer smile and the exact same fucking personality Congratulations, mate. You've ordered the same shit twice, just in different packaging And some of you have been having strange dreams about people you haven't spoken to in years. Arguments, situations that never happened, seeing their faces when you haven't thought about them all day. In certain spiritual teachings, that's interpreted as someone trying to attack you in the spirit realm. I know some of you will laugh at that. Fair enough. But don't confuse a disturbing dream with proof that someone's attacking you either. Your own mind can drag up some seriously weird shit when there's unfinished emotional business Now, if you're waking up around 3:00 or 3:30 in the morning, don't immediately start scrolling through your phone like a possessed fucking meerkat. Use the silence Stay in bed. Close your eyes. Gently place your tongue against the roof of your mouth, let your teeth rest together without clenching, and breathe slowly through your nose. Bring your fingertips together, relax your shoulders and meditate. No forcing anything. Just observe your thoughts and let your body settle If you feel like you're being attacked energetically, don't feed the fear. Ground yourself first. A restless night doesn't automatically mean somebody's performing witchcraft on you from their bedroom with a candle and a Tesco receipt Then you've got the Ace of Wands. New beginnings, attraction, that sudden spark when someone enters your life. Lovely. But some of you see a pretty face and immediately throw every lesson you've learned straight out the fucking window The same red flags appear, the same manipulation starts, and there you are telling yourself this one's different because they like astrology and own a crystal Mate, the crystal ain't going to save you from having absolutely no discernment Learn to recognise people by their behaviour. Stop confusing intensity with connection. And stop giving someone unlimited access to you just because they know how to make you feel wanted. Forgive whoever you need to forgive. Wish them well. But forgiveness doesn't mean handing them the keys to your peace and asking them to make themselves comfortable The Queen of Cups reversed, the Hermit reversed, the Ace of Pentacles, the Ten of Pentacles and the Ace of Wands all point towards the same question in this reading: are you actually learning from what you've experienced, or are you just waiting for the same lesson to arrive wearing better perfume? You can change the person. You can change the city. You can even change your fucking phone number But until you change what you're willing to entertain, the pattern keeps finding you Different face. Same bullshit Fam, I'm speaking to someone specific here

Gossip is one of the highest forms of witchcraft. You don't need spells or rituals when you can plant a lie in someone's mind and watch them spread it like it's the fucking truth. Get enough people believing the same story about someone, and suddenly a false narrative becomes their reputation. That's how powerful words are. People will swear they know you when all they really know is what someone else told them.

I think we should be teaching children metaphysics and universal laws, the power of saying no, the art of discernment, the power of silence and stillness, the law of detachment, the truth about money (it's just energy), the importance of connecting with nature and grounding ourselves, the power of forgiveness, and, most importantly, the importance of having fun and playing. And above all, the golden rule: “As within, so without”

Nothing pisses people off more than someone who knows their shit and refuses to argue about it. You could spend twenty years questioning this reality, studying things most people wouldn't even think to look into, and some random prick turns up in your comments demanding an explanation like you've been summoned to fucking Parliament. Explain myself? To who, mate? You've barely understood what I've said, and you're already preparing your closing argument. Some of you have spent years doing the inner work, questioning what you've been taught, experiencing things that have completely changed your understanding of this reality. You know what you know. And there's plenty you're still learning, because anyone who thinks they've figured everything out is probably the biggest fucking idiot in the room. But you've got NOTHING to prove. You don't owe every stranger a personal explanation of your beliefs, your experiences or how you arrived at them. It's up to them to do their own homework, question things and use their own discernment. You're not responsible for convincing someone who's made absolutely no effort to learn anything since 2022. Fucking hell, mate, it's nearly 2027. If you're still waiting for strangers on the internet to spoon-feed you everything, that's your problem. Especially when nine times out of ten, they couldn't give a shit about your answer. They're after a reaction. And that's how people get control over you. They throw out a little insult, twist something you've said, and suddenly you're typing an essay at two in the morning trying to make someone understand you. Meanwhile, the bastard's probably eating cold beans straight from the tin, absolutely delighted he's managed to occupy your entire evening. I'm usually a mirror to people, and some really don't like what they see. Sometimes what I say brings something uncomfortable to the surface, something they've been avoiding within themselves. Rather than sitting with it, they come straight for me. That's fine, mate. I'm not responsible for doing someone else's inner work because they don't like their own reflection. And I'm not exempt from that either. If somebody manages to trigger something in me, I'll look at why. That's part of growing. Sometimes the very person trying to piss you off ends up showing you exactly where you've still got work to do. Doesn't mean you need to invite them round for fucking tea and biscuits. Some of you are creating things, helping people and inspiring others without even realising it. You've got your own path to walk, things to build and people out there who genuinely benefit from what you share. Yet you're wasting precious hours defending yourself to people who decided they didn't like you before you even opened your fucking mouth. Think about that. Someone could be reading your words right now and finding the courage to change their life, while you're busy arguing with a miserable bastard who wouldn't agree with you if you told him water was wet. I've got love for people, even the ones who come at me sideways. I genuinely hope they heal, find some happiness and stop carrying so much bitterness around. But sending someone love and light doesn't mean giving them unlimited access to your time and energy. I can wish you all the best without joining your fucking circus. And stop feeling guilty for putting yourself first. Some of you have spent so long pleasing everyone else that you've forgotten what you actually want. You're suppressing parts of yourself, abandoning your own dreams and calling it kindness. Fuck that. You're allowed to choose yourself, even when somebody else doesn't like the decision. Keep creating. Keep questioning. Keep doing your inner work. If someone's genuinely curious, have the conversation. I love a good discussion. But learn to recognise the difference between someone trying to understand you and someone trying to drag you down to their level. I'm Rambling Again… ANYWAYS, POINT IS You don't need the last word. You've got nothing to prove. LOVE YA FAM! 🫶

Right, family, I need Halloween ideas. It's massive where I live, and I don't fancy pretending I'm dead every time the doorbell rings. Don't really want to hand out sweets either. Half this chocolate ain't even chocolate anymore. When I was growing up, a Mars bar was a Mars bar. Now you need a fucking chemistry degree to read the ingredients. Thought about fruit, then remembered someone wrapping Brussels sprouts in Ferrero Rocher wrappers. Imagine thinking you've hit the jackpot, only to bite into a fucking Sunday roast. What do you lot give out? I'm trying to be generous without getting my windows put through by a seven-year-old dressed as Spider-Man.

They walked away from you thinking the grass was greener elsewhere. Eight of Cups, Knight of Swords. Fuck me, they couldn't get away fast enough, could they? Off they went thinking they'd found the upgrade of the century. Bless their little cotton socks. Now look at the fucking state of it. Seven of Disks. They've left a gold mine to go digging in a swamp. Two of Swords, pretending they're happy, telling everyone life's wonderful while privately wondering what the actual fuck they've done. And The Devil? They're still chained to the memory of you. Your smell, your touch, your energy, the way you made them feel. Even the bedroom's a disappointment now. They're lying there staring at the ceiling like they've just paid £200 for a hotel room and discovered the bed's got fucking woodlice. Because they've finally realised you were the Ten of Disks. The whole bloody package. Big Daddy energy. The kind of person you don't just replace because you're bored on a Tuesday. Now the Princess of Cups has them getting all sentimental. Remembering the little things, fantasising about what they threw away. Probably listening to sad songs and checking your profile like a detective who's been suspended for inappropriate conduct. Imagine leaving someone who genuinely loved you, thinking you were upgrading, only to end up missing the very person you treated like shit. And now you want them back? Get in the fucking queue.

Man, Grok actually ain't that bad. I'm genuinely surprised how quickly you can put together some decent little clips 🫶

family. All that bullshit people put you through, the lies, court battles, children being used as weapons, people playing the victim after causing the whole fucking mess. Don't think that energy just disappears They're accumulating the consequences of their own choices. Meanwhile, if you're doing the inner work and keeping yourself on the right path, you're accumulating something entirely different. Power, abundance, opportunities Imagine spending years trying to destroy someone, only to find out you've been digging your own fucking grave. What a muppet I've seen the scales flip. I'm experiencing it myself. But I ain't here to convince anyone. Use your own discernment Just remember who's accumulating what

The alchemists taught that you'll never find your divine counterpart until you've integrated your own masculine and feminine energies. That means periods of celibacy, standing in your own truth and becoming whole within yourself first Believe it or not, a lot of these connections were written into the script long before you got here. Pre-incarnation contracts. Unless, of course, you've already fucked up those connections And don't confuse your divine counterpart with a soulmate. Most people think a soulmate is someone you marry, settle down with and live happily ever after. Wrong. Some of you have been sold a fairytale Soulmates are your biggest teachers. Souls you agreed to encounter before incarnation, and some of them will hurt you, betray you, love you and then leave you wondering what the fuck happened That was the lesson

MATRIX NUMBERS. FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO KEEP SEEING THE SAME FUCKING NUMBERS EVERYWHERE 11:11 - YOU'RE AWARE AND EVOLVING. You've opened your third eye, but still can't find your glasses when they're on your fucking head 111 - STAY FOCUSED. You've read the same paragraph six times and still don't know what the fuck it says 222 - NURTURE YOUR FAMILY. Go see your nan. She's started putting your birthday cards in the Christmas decorations because she doesn't know when she'll see you next 333 - BE FIRST AND GET LUCKY. Stop flirting with eye contact, you fucking meerkat 444 - STOP PROCRASTINATING. You've had a bag of clothes sitting by the front door for the charity shop since 2022. Even the fucking charity doesn't want them now 555 - TRY SOMETHING NEW. You've been wearing the same dressing gown for nine years. It's got its own fucking immune system 666 - VALUE YOUR TIME. You've spent three hours arguing with a stranger online. He's called BigDave69 and his profile picture is a fucking wheelie bin 777 - TIME TO LEARN. You don't know everything, you cocky bastard. You spent twenty minutes arguing that penguins are mammals. In front of actual children 888 - KARMA AND BE ETHICAL. You kept the extra tenner the cashier gave you, then went home and complained that the universe keeps taking things from you. You cheeky cunt 999 - ADAPT AND LET GO. You've blocked your ex on everything except one account you made under the name Susan, 54, from Doncaster. Nobody's buying it, Susan 33 - CREATE AND MANIFEST. You've manifested fuck all except a direct debit you forgot to cancel And of course, you'll have your own personal numbers that seem to follow you everywhere But these numbers can also mean something different to you than they do to me AND IF YOU DON'T SEE REPEATING NUMBERS, THEN BOY... EVEN THE FUCKING MATRIX HAS LEFT YOU ON READ Imagine being ignored by a simulation. That's fucking personal 😊

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You know what cracks me up, fam? People hear the word "fuck" and look at you like you've just spat in the Pope's face. Fucking hell, relax. It's a word And I've been thinking about this whole throat chakra thing. It's supposed to be connected to speaking your truth, isn't it? So explain to me why people spend their whole lives biting their tongues just to keep everyone else comfortable Someone disrespects you, you smile. Someone pisses you off, you say "It's fine" when it's clearly fucking not. Then you wonder why you're walking around with all this anger sitting in your chest You ever stubbed your toe so hard you've screamed "FUUUUCK" and suddenly felt a bit better? That's the release I'm talking about. I see that as the throat chakra doing what it's meant to do. Getting that shit out instead of swallowing it And I'm not saying you should walk into a funeral and start shouting fuck at the coffin. There's a time and place, you lunatic But some of you are so terrified of offending people you've practically put your own mouth on a fucking leash Get it, fam? SO FUCKING SPEAK YOUR TRUTH

Listen, they say ask and you shall receive, right? So why don't you ask the universe, "Show me how fucking beautiful life can get" Then go about your day. And please, don't get on your knees begging like you're three months behind on rent and the universe is your landlord. That's lack energy. You keep coming at life like you've got nothing, don't be surprised when you keep getting more of the same. Ask properly and leave it alone

Hey @grok, why do these six images show such striking similarities in shape and structure? Are we seeing recurring mathematical patterns in nature, or is the human mind connecting things that have nothing to do with each other?