ActivityPub Viewer

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{ "@context": "https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams", "type": "OrderedCollectionPage", "orderedItems": [ { "type": "Announce", "actor": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1166820397681745938", "object": { "type": "Note", "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/708667234007916563/entities/urn:activity:1220021057670029312", "attributedTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/708667234007916563", "content": "Negate black-pills:<br />1. Spend time in nature.<br />2. Sauna. ", "to": [ "https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams#Public" ], "cc": [ "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/708667234007916563/followers" ], "tag": [], "url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1220021057670029312", "published": "2021-03-20T14:48:05+00:00", "source": { "content": "Negate black-pills:\n1. Spend time in nature.\n2. Sauna. ", "mediaType": "text/plain" } }, "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1166820397681745938/entities/urn:activity:1221111179463102464/activity", "to": [ "https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams#Public" ], "cc": [ "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/708667234007916563", "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1166820397681745938/followers" ] }, { "type": "Create", "actor": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1166820397681745938", "object": { "type": "Note", "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1166820397681745938/entities/urn:activity:1184680850850082816", "attributedTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1166820397681745938", "content": "These days <br />it seems there’s no identity <br />that comes without politics.<br />The tiny icicle I sucked <br />from a tree branch<br />never judged my tongue.<br />It melted in my mouth<br />with cool submission <br />and never asked for a reason.<br />My gratitude was optional<br />but I gave it.<br />The modern world sandpapers my soul.<br />I need these simple exchanges<br />wordless story swaps<br />to remeat my spirit’s bones <br />until I’m Neruda thick <br />and humming with beauty again.<br />Otherwise I’d be lost <br />like some social media influencer<br />who has forgotten why she started.<br />I wouldn’t want to be <br />tugged along that way.<br />Richness for me <br />lies in slowness.<br />This matrix world runs<br />too fast too fast.<br />The lights never go off.<br />I don’t think that’s right. <br />Good seeds need the darkness<br />or else they’ll never sprout.<br />Nature knows, if you want to get born again<br />the underworld <br />is the place you have to go.<br />Wake up covered in ashes,<br />lay for a long time in the quiet.<br />Grieve. <br />Grieve for what you’ve lost<br />for all the things you’ll never be.<br />Feast on the ashes of your grief.<br />Wait until your mind begins to float<br />and the filiments of humanity’s memories<br />wrap around you like silk.<br />The stories our long ago ancestors<br />pulled from the earth<br />to sing to the moon<br />will crash against your cheeks<br />until you need to howl.<br />When you emerge from the depths,<br />stumbling in the sunlight<br />through the village of your peers,<br />they will think you’ve gone mad.<br />A visit to the underworld <br />forever spins your spirit <br />with the shadows.<br />It will be difficult to explain in words.<br />Be kind.<br />Be alert.<br />Be on the lookout for other initiates.<br />When you find each other <br />have a good laugh <br />a good cry <br />lay out your stories like a banquet.<br />It may be that the friend you find <br />isn’t human.<br />It could be a passing crow <br />a soft wave over pebbled shore<br />a tiny piece of ice<br />dangling from a branch.<br />All that matters<br />is that you open your mouths <br />and speak your peace.<br /><br /><a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=poetry\" title=\"#poetry\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#poetry</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=modernity\" title=\"#modernity\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#modernity</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=initiation\" title=\"#initiation\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#initiation</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=grief\" title=\"#grief\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#grief</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=underworld\" title=\"#underworld\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#underworld</a>", "to": [ "https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams#Public" ], "cc": [ "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1166820397681745938/followers" ], "tag": [], "url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1184680850850082816", "published": "2020-12-13T02:18:45+00:00", "source": { "content": "These days \nit seems there’s no identity \nthat comes without politics.\nThe tiny icicle I sucked \nfrom a tree branch\nnever judged my tongue.\nIt melted in my mouth\nwith cool submission \nand never asked for a reason.\nMy gratitude was optional\nbut I gave it.\nThe modern world sandpapers my soul.\nI need these simple exchanges\nwordless story swaps\nto remeat my spirit’s bones \nuntil I’m Neruda thick \nand humming with beauty again.\nOtherwise I’d be lost \nlike some social media influencer\nwho has forgotten why she started.\nI wouldn’t want to be \ntugged along that way.\nRichness for me \nlies in slowness.\nThis matrix world runs\ntoo fast too fast.\nThe lights never go off.\nI don’t think that’s right. \nGood seeds need the darkness\nor else they’ll never sprout.\nNature knows, if you want to get born again\nthe underworld \nis the place you have to go.\nWake up covered in ashes,\nlay for a long time in the quiet.\nGrieve. \nGrieve for what you’ve lost\nfor all the things you’ll never be.\nFeast on the ashes of your grief.\nWait until your mind begins to float\nand the filiments of humanity’s memories\nwrap around you like silk.\nThe stories our long ago ancestors\npulled from the earth\nto sing to the moon\nwill crash against your cheeks\nuntil you need to howl.\nWhen you emerge from the depths,\nstumbling in the sunlight\nthrough the village of your peers,\nthey will think you’ve gone mad.\nA visit to the underworld \nforever spins your spirit \nwith the shadows.\nIt will be difficult to explain in words.\nBe kind.\nBe alert.\nBe on the lookout for other initiates.\nWhen you find each other \nhave a good laugh \na good cry \nlay out your stories like a banquet.\nIt may be that the friend you find \nisn’t human.\nIt could be a passing crow \na soft wave over pebbled shore\na tiny piece of ice\ndangling from a branch.\nAll that matters\nis that you open your mouths \nand speak your peace.\n\n#poetry #modernity #initiation #grief #underworld", "mediaType": "text/plain" } }, "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1166820397681745938/entities/urn:activity:1184680850850082816/activity" }, { "type": "Create", "actor": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1166820397681745938", "object": { "type": "Note", "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1166820397681745938/entities/urn:activity:1180306759808057344", "attributedTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1166820397681745938", "content": "The virus is the setup, the vaccine is the weapon. Above them both, the weapon of all weapons in World War P - The War of Persuasion...is Fear. Fear can absolutely dictate a human mind. We'e all being messed with right now. Every country, every race, men and women, elders and children. Nearly all of us are being accosted by the screens. They've gone from a fun new technology to a force for an ideology that will cost all of us. ALL. <br /><br />It seems there is nowhere safe for any of us to stop and set down some roots. We all live in Fear that some group of assholes is going to come along and try to kick us around. How often has this situation occurred throughout human history? Endlessly - we are endlessly messing with each other. We just can't seem to leave each other alone. Now there's this weapon called the internet. All eyes on, ready at the command of our chosen digital allegiances, while we're isolated from the people who live next door. <br /><br />The screens are Loki, Trickster. Right now Trickster is in the control of some Dark beast. That beast is scrambling our minds, trying to take our eyes off of them and focus them on some narrow hatred in front of us. The way to take the power away from the Dark Ones is to meet your neighbours. Eye to eye. Human style. The Dark Ones want to put a screen between every interaction we make. We're going along with it. We can't seem to stop. We're addicted to the technology They've given us. <br /><br />Your neighbour doesn't have to be a human. It can be a tree. When was the last time you said Hello to a tree? When did you last sit for even one minute in a cone of silence, listening to something so much greater than mankind? The great force behind us all. We still don't know where it came from - Life. We don't know how to make it. We can either preserve it or kill it- those are two options we've been given.<br /><br />Each individual - no matter where you are, you must take urgent steps to remove your Human Psyche from these Dark attacks. The answer is always intimacy. We can only have true, Human Intimacy when we're off-screen. Intimacy includes both Love & Hate. Life & Death. The screens themselves have no Poetry. Humans need Poetry or our souls don't develop properly. <br /><br />There are \"patriots\" from all over the world. They are people who love Freedom, who see the dark forces at work in our lives. Many patriots Christians, others like other gods or follow other soul-building paths. But we pretty much all agree that Creation is Awesome. How to fight for creation? Make space for it.<br /><br /> People could decide to start Lent early and cruise together in great, sacred discipline and righteous thinking straight through to Easter/ Ēostre). Pick up disciples along the way. Make December a time of frugality instead of consumption. Focus on building off-screen human relationships with people. Don't demand the opportunity to meet your neighbours / fellow patriots - Take It. And if young, freedom enthusiasts should meet some lovely person of the opposite sex and fall in love and make lots of babies, that would be just fine by me. You have my permission to Fall In All The Love You Want. Just be wise about it. Ask your elders about marriage and love. Elder patriots past childbearing years - promise to help and to fight for them. It's all about the children. <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=BOOM\" title=\"#BOOM\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#BOOM</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=babyboom\" title=\"#babyboom\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#babyboom</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=thinkpositive\" title=\"#thinkpositive\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#thinkpositive</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=freedom\" title=\"#freedom\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#freedom</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&amp;t=all&amp;q=creationwins\" title=\"#creationwins\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#creationwins</a> ", "to": [ "https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams#Public" ], "cc": [ "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1166820397681745938/followers" ], "tag": [], "url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1180306759808057344", "published": "2020-12-01T00:37:40+00:00", "source": { "content": "The virus is the setup, the vaccine is the weapon. Above them both, the weapon of all weapons in World War P - The War of Persuasion...is Fear. Fear can absolutely dictate a human mind. We'e all being messed with right now. Every country, every race, men and women, elders and children. Nearly all of us are being accosted by the screens. They've gone from a fun new technology to a force for an ideology that will cost all of us. ALL. \n\nIt seems there is nowhere safe for any of us to stop and set down some roots. We all live in Fear that some group of assholes is going to come along and try to kick us around. How often has this situation occurred throughout human history? Endlessly - we are endlessly messing with each other. We just can't seem to leave each other alone. Now there's this weapon called the internet. All eyes on, ready at the command of our chosen digital allegiances, while we're isolated from the people who live next door. \n\nThe screens are Loki, Trickster. Right now Trickster is in the control of some Dark beast. That beast is scrambling our minds, trying to take our eyes off of them and focus them on some narrow hatred in front of us. The way to take the power away from the Dark Ones is to meet your neighbours. Eye to eye. Human style. The Dark Ones want to put a screen between every interaction we make. We're going along with it. We can't seem to stop. We're addicted to the technology They've given us. \n\nYour neighbour doesn't have to be a human. It can be a tree. When was the last time you said Hello to a tree? When did you last sit for even one minute in a cone of silence, listening to something so much greater than mankind? The great force behind us all. We still don't know where it came from - Life. We don't know how to make it. We can either preserve it or kill it- those are two options we've been given.\n\nEach individual - no matter where you are, you must take urgent steps to remove your Human Psyche from these Dark attacks. The answer is always intimacy. We can only have true, Human Intimacy when we're off-screen. Intimacy includes both Love & Hate. Life & Death. The screens themselves have no Poetry. Humans need Poetry or our souls don't develop properly. \n\nThere are \"patriots\" from all over the world. They are people who love Freedom, who see the dark forces at work in our lives. Many patriots Christians, others like other gods or follow other soul-building paths. But we pretty much all agree that Creation is Awesome. How to fight for creation? Make space for it.\n\n People could decide to start Lent early and cruise together in great, sacred discipline and righteous thinking straight through to Easter/ Ēostre). Pick up disciples along the way. Make December a time of frugality instead of consumption. Focus on building off-screen human relationships with people. Don't demand the opportunity to meet your neighbours / fellow patriots - Take It. And if young, freedom enthusiasts should meet some lovely person of the opposite sex and fall in love and make lots of babies, that would be just fine by me. You have my permission to Fall In All The Love You Want. Just be wise about it. Ask your elders about marriage and love. Elder patriots past childbearing years - promise to help and to fight for them. It's all about the children. #BOOM #babyboom #thinkpositive #freedom #creationwins ", "mediaType": "text/plain" } }, "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1166820397681745938/entities/urn:activity:1180306759808057344/activity" }, { "type": "Create", "actor": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1166820397681745938", "object": { "type": "Note", "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1166820397681745938/entities/urn:activity:1167282793143664640", "attributedTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1166820397681745938", "content": "Freya sits down with Jesus and Muhammad<br /><br />Gentlemen. Thank you coming. I think you know why I called but I wanted to sit down together while there’s still Time. <br /><br />We all know this is it. There have been so many of us over the years. So many Stories. Stories that became weapons and were turned against other stories. How many of us have become collateral Characters in these Human Wars. <br /><br />The Stories they used to tell about me were driven away in your name, Jesus of Nazareth. They came with a Story they said was yours and they turned me into a Witch. A Witch with no Husband - they took him from me. They called me a Widow, so I lived alone, away from the village. Still they came, affronted by my closeness with the Forest and the way the birds followed me when I walked. Birds are drawn to longing, and I missed my Husband. One night I helped a girl who needed a Love charm. They came for me the next week. Somehow, Word had gotten out that I was a Spell caster. <br /><br />They burned me, but of course they couldn’t really. I still live even today, in the Wombs of the Women descended from those who once left me libations. I live in the Breath of their Children. I live in the few Songs they still Sing for my Remembrance. <br /><br />Still no Husband. Those Women’s Wombs have taken me to all Four Quarters and I’ve not found him. A thousand years without my Beloved. In your name, I have been made to be alone all this time. <br /><br />I know this was never your intention. Nor yours, Muhammad, who has watched thousands of Queens torn from their Kings in your name. All those Queens are just like me, crooked from writhing in Grief for so long. Any one of them could have made this meeting with you, but many are too weak, or have grown venomous with anger. I am a Goddess of Winter People and the Cold helps to Temper my fury. At least for now. <br /><br />You can see I’m wounded. I called you here to tell you I can no longer heal myself. I can feel myself drying up, like a hollowness is devouring me. The Wombs of the Women who once Loved me are going dark. I know I won’t last much longer. And you know what happens if I Die. So do you. <br /><br />The Humans, through their Story battles, have pushed nearly all Gods of Creation to the edges of their Attention, which has now been taken captive by the screens. You are two of the main Characters still left in the tale. Rational cruelty has been honed to a point under their new actor, Science. Science has no Character. He’s just a database of their collective ego that they’ve taken to worshiping. <br /><br />These ones who come in the name of Science are different than the ones who came for me. In your name, Jesus, they could still be awed by Creation. I’ve always felt the reflection of it from the People who truly Love you.<br /><br />Muhammad, you are also Loved. I can feel the Women’s Hearts who adore you. They are full like the Sunrise in their Devotion. It is a Sweet thing.<br /><br />But your People’s Love alone won’t save you from the ones who call themselves The State. If you let them take you away, like they took my Husband from me, there will be no more Wombs for any of us to hide in. All the Story keepers will go silent. There won’t be any gods left to Believe in. Jesus, the ones who still Love you are preparing to take their last stand. Muhammad, your People are not far behind. What wealth and indulgence does not mutate in their Souls, the screens will numb until the days pass without even a thought of you. They’ll be blinded, and they won’t see the strike when it comes. This is how The State plans to win. <br /><br />And so I say to you, we must go to War, and we must go to War together. The lost Queens and Kings are ready. <br /><br />Hear me. Tell your People who Love you to go back to the Garden. Science touts automation, and doesn’t encourage them to use their hands, where so many of their memories live. Tell the Men to plant for their Wives many Berry bushes and Fruit Trees. Tell the Women to pick Ripe Fruit for many hours under the Golden Sun. This will help their Minds to recover from the hypnosis that takes over them when they look too long at the screen. Tell them all to put away the screens and spend their time in the Living World. Tell them to keep the discipline of Lent and Ramadan, and to share the solemnity of the those precious days with those they Love. Remind them that to fast is Divine. <br /><br />Tell them not to harm those who follow other Gods. If the People who once Loved me start to fall in Love again and wish to bring me Libations and Sing the old Songs, tell your people not to move against them. Those who keep the ancestor Stories must be protected. Eventually they will begin to knit themselves back into Earth’s Good Rhythm, and the Land will once again flourish around them. <br /><br />Tell them a Queen must be allowed to choose her King. She must not be forced to bear a tyrant’s Children. This sends poison into a line that will eventually rot away the Roots, and torments the Queen’s Heart until she grows a spiked spine and fangs for teeth.<br /><br />The vile giants who hold the sword of godlessness over the heads of the ones who still love Creation, must be driven back into the Darkness. As for how this is to be accomplished, the Queens and I have decided to leave that largely up to our Masculine halves. We need our Power to ready the Soil for Rebirth. Wotan, Zeus, Shiva and Montu all send their regards and look forward to joining you on the field. Papa Legba and Savitr will help you infiltrate the necessary networks. Coyote is around here somewhere and will no doubt appear when you least expect it. Your first meeting will be hosted by Fionn McCool and the Fianna atop Benbulben. Dress for driving rain and don’t let Pan’s revelries get out of Hand. If you need a signaler, Walpurga and her Ladies can do a fly-by to let you know when Poseiden has rolled the tides into position. <br /><br />You fight for our Wombs now. All our Wombs will become graves if you fail. None of them will ever look with Love at Creation’s Beauty again. Their eyes will go dull as a burnt-out screen. Without our intervention, they will live not as Human, but as machine. That cannot be allowed to happen. <br /><br />If you should see my Husband, tell him I still Love him. Tell him I was alive when last you saw me, and that he should look for me. I will hang on for as long as I can. I’ve Loved you both, in my way. But there is only one Husband for me. If you see him, send him Home.<br /><br />The Time is late. I can feel Kali is getting impatient to begin. Tell the Men, their Queens are with them. Godspeed. <br />", "to": [ "https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams#Public" ], "cc": [ "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1166820397681745938/followers" ], "tag": [], "url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1167282793143664640", "published": "2020-10-26T02:05:04+00:00", "source": { "content": "Freya sits down with Jesus and Muhammad\n\nGentlemen. Thank you coming. I think you know why I called but I wanted to sit down together while there’s still Time. \n\nWe all know this is it. There have been so many of us over the years. So many Stories. Stories that became weapons and were turned against other stories. How many of us have become collateral Characters in these Human Wars. \n\nThe Stories they used to tell about me were driven away in your name, Jesus of Nazareth. They came with a Story they said was yours and they turned me into a Witch. A Witch with no Husband - they took him from me. They called me a Widow, so I lived alone, away from the village. Still they came, affronted by my closeness with the Forest and the way the birds followed me when I walked. Birds are drawn to longing, and I missed my Husband. One night I helped a girl who needed a Love charm. They came for me the next week. Somehow, Word had gotten out that I was a Spell caster. \n\nThey burned me, but of course they couldn’t really. I still live even today, in the Wombs of the Women descended from those who once left me libations. I live in the Breath of their Children. I live in the few Songs they still Sing for my Remembrance. \n\nStill no Husband. Those Women’s Wombs have taken me to all Four Quarters and I’ve not found him. A thousand years without my Beloved. In your name, I have been made to be alone all this time. \n\nI know this was never your intention. Nor yours, Muhammad, who has watched thousands of Queens torn from their Kings in your name. All those Queens are just like me, crooked from writhing in Grief for so long. Any one of them could have made this meeting with you, but many are too weak, or have grown venomous with anger. I am a Goddess of Winter People and the Cold helps to Temper my fury. At least for now. \n\nYou can see I’m wounded. I called you here to tell you I can no longer heal myself. I can feel myself drying up, like a hollowness is devouring me. The Wombs of the Women who once Loved me are going dark. I know I won’t last much longer. And you know what happens if I Die. So do you. \n\nThe Humans, through their Story battles, have pushed nearly all Gods of Creation to the edges of their Attention, which has now been taken captive by the screens. You are two of the main Characters still left in the tale. Rational cruelty has been honed to a point under their new actor, Science. Science has no Character. He’s just a database of their collective ego that they’ve taken to worshiping. \n\nThese ones who come in the name of Science are different than the ones who came for me. In your name, Jesus, they could still be awed by Creation. I’ve always felt the reflection of it from the People who truly Love you.\n\nMuhammad, you are also Loved. I can feel the Women’s Hearts who adore you. They are full like the Sunrise in their Devotion. It is a Sweet thing.\n\nBut your People’s Love alone won’t save you from the ones who call themselves The State. If you let them take you away, like they took my Husband from me, there will be no more Wombs for any of us to hide in. All the Story keepers will go silent. There won’t be any gods left to Believe in. Jesus, the ones who still Love you are preparing to take their last stand. Muhammad, your People are not far behind. What wealth and indulgence does not mutate in their Souls, the screens will numb until the days pass without even a thought of you. They’ll be blinded, and they won’t see the strike when it comes. This is how The State plans to win. \n\nAnd so I say to you, we must go to War, and we must go to War together. The lost Queens and Kings are ready. \n\nHear me. Tell your People who Love you to go back to the Garden. Science touts automation, and doesn’t encourage them to use their hands, where so many of their memories live. Tell the Men to plant for their Wives many Berry bushes and Fruit Trees. Tell the Women to pick Ripe Fruit for many hours under the Golden Sun. This will help their Minds to recover from the hypnosis that takes over them when they look too long at the screen. Tell them all to put away the screens and spend their time in the Living World. Tell them to keep the discipline of Lent and Ramadan, and to share the solemnity of the those precious days with those they Love. Remind them that to fast is Divine. \n\nTell them not to harm those who follow other Gods. If the People who once Loved me start to fall in Love again and wish to bring me Libations and Sing the old Songs, tell your people not to move against them. Those who keep the ancestor Stories must be protected. Eventually they will begin to knit themselves back into Earth’s Good Rhythm, and the Land will once again flourish around them. \n\nTell them a Queen must be allowed to choose her King. She must not be forced to bear a tyrant’s Children. This sends poison into a line that will eventually rot away the Roots, and torments the Queen’s Heart until she grows a spiked spine and fangs for teeth.\n\nThe vile giants who hold the sword of godlessness over the heads of the ones who still love Creation, must be driven back into the Darkness. As for how this is to be accomplished, the Queens and I have decided to leave that largely up to our Masculine halves. We need our Power to ready the Soil for Rebirth. Wotan, Zeus, Shiva and Montu all send their regards and look forward to joining you on the field. Papa Legba and Savitr will help you infiltrate the necessary networks. Coyote is around here somewhere and will no doubt appear when you least expect it. Your first meeting will be hosted by Fionn McCool and the Fianna atop Benbulben. Dress for driving rain and don’t let Pan’s revelries get out of Hand. If you need a signaler, Walpurga and her Ladies can do a fly-by to let you know when Poseiden has rolled the tides into position. \n\nYou fight for our Wombs now. All our Wombs will become graves if you fail. None of them will ever look with Love at Creation’s Beauty again. Their eyes will go dull as a burnt-out screen. Without our intervention, they will live not as Human, but as machine. That cannot be allowed to happen. \n\nIf you should see my Husband, tell him I still Love him. Tell him I was alive when last you saw me, and that he should look for me. I will hang on for as long as I can. I’ve Loved you both, in my way. But there is only one Husband for me. If you see him, send him Home.\n\nThe Time is late. I can feel Kali is getting impatient to begin. Tell the Men, their Queens are with them. Godspeed. \n", "mediaType": "text/plain" } }, "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1166820397681745938/entities/urn:activity:1167282793143664640/activity" } ], "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1166820397681745938/outbox", "partOf": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1166820397681745938/outboxoutbox" }