Our Father Who art in Heaven Hallowed be Thy name Thy Kingdom come Thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven Give us this day our daily Bread And forgive us our trespasses As we forgive those who trespass against us And lead us not into temptation But deliver us from evil

Amen

Jesus is Lord! Come Lord Jesus!

Come Lord Jesus! Christ is Lord!

You At The Docks

In a sea of proper Avoidant to the rain We will be sold In this to know The weeks of mourning To this July And apprehend Our soul as warm In fated then Justice to our buy And is as one- to be near

The broccoli and the code Lights of pain for War In mercy as we know- The lay I keep And inhibitions known Trying to save peace They come at ten And hear our verse And story goes- Atlantic to a friend These days of folly And inter neglect Reform our sea And make a day of wonder The risen Moon- is on our face

And early death To War and in the Summer To clear these mists From height and rise The virus and ground Its keep to know amend For given wonder- I miss you And with open mouth This candid to my heart We will unfray- the spun renew

Until amend Our fortunes rust This light of us I dare repeat To my Man And what I see in ages Fortuned then Our place; ourselves To room with me This dust into disgrace Whatever gold- To given hand Why the night renew What then in place

To boats we free To cross and run away In tempest loan I was a man And in this small way Of tension in this World I am just as many tears And I’m your guy.

When the Sun does proper Obliterate our sound The witnessing then A day like Monday Where vlad is anear And you were verse- in my Heaven Unto this quicksand Do we save the World Intoning rewrite In space return AMOLED by pay This bright esteem Given ages- by recommend In you,- the most decent In faithful view- to this Sun In front of the obverse,- we raise the Sun at day And work anew- to this fold

In better time The war into a shape Unbrightened candle Democracy to find Reverse this light Of mayhem peer Another landing- to this dawn Wearing cable- for this night then

And in service to the poor Any of us would Remay in Heaven- as new esteem Judgement in those eyes To walk as we are new Professing chains- upon this door

The deeper lies To be unsold The pain of never Free as air

In placating the Moon Better skies to be Big and small And raking new Upon our hands A bitter know The taste of here Within this salt Every codon Within this man Sees a colour And he is joy

A place A chaperone Too much for this lot To be all then The harvest and renew Games in Heaven For frail then And to friends; And among you,- the paranoid Our only paradox Redeemed at near Heights ahead To mercy of these olives Ever bent To file a poem Re-energize The fate of mine And land And Heaven And Rome

Then freedom here To cut our olives Making gains Within the poor Our summon- and our way Could this be wise- to own humility What then at bay Your sacred and your song Graces then- Between you and me Flights in Heaven Landing near In esteem to might The decorations be A prayer in Haskell- within this light

What a year The shining and the new Our double meanings In empty time To all forgiven But faceless in our know The night of dancing- as though alone What to then The burning of the lantern To guide this land- This love To tomorrow I’ll see you here In Palestine.

In Summary: * Unpacking and organizing continued today, though on a finer scale than most days. Still, it was time-consuming work and had to be done. I'm getting better at budgeting the time so spent. Here I sit now, moving into the meds and prayers phase of the evening at a relaxed pace.

One thing I like about Friday nights: I don't have alarms set for Saturday morning, As the wife doesn't have to be up early to go to work, I don't have to be up early fixing the coffee, etc. So I can sleep tonight until I feel like waking up. Heck, I may even stay up to watch a little baseball tonight.

Prayers, etc.: * I have a daily prayer regimen I try to follow throughout the day from early morning, as soon as I roll out of bed, until head hits pillow at night.

Health Metrics: * bw= 212.31 lbs. * bp= 137/80 (66)

Exercise: * morning stretches, balance exercises, kegel pelvic floor exercises, half squats, calf raises, toe raises, wall push-ups, BP breathing exercises, pilates

Diet: * 07:30 – 1 breaded pork chop * 08:50 – 1 fresh apple * 13:20 – 5 hot dogs, 3 pcs. of pizza

Activities, Chores, etc.: * 03:30 – listen to local news talk radio * 04:45 – bank accounts activity monitored * 05:00 -read, write, pray, follow news reports from various sources, surf the socials, take daily meds, unpack, organize * 13:30 – watching MLB Central on MLB Network * 14:00 – sort, organize * 17:00 – moving into the meds and prayers part of the evening.

Chess: * 12:30 – moved in all pending CC games, winning one

SANCTUARY

There are places we go because we need to get away.

And there are places we go because we need to come back to ourselves.

I am learning the difference.

For a long time, I thought of sanctuary as a place of safety—a place where the storms could not reach me. Somewhere removed from the noise, the demands, the conflict, and the endless troubles of the world.

But perhaps sanctuary is not a place where the storms cannot reach.

Perhaps it is a place where the storms do not get the final word.

Our outer life has a way of following us home.

Frustrations with coworkers.

Confrontations with people who see the world differently than us.

We carry conversations long after they have ended. We carry responsibilities that cannot be finished in a single day. We carry grief, disappointment, anger, uncertainty, and the weight of things happening in a world that seems determined to give us something new to worry about before we have finished processing yesterday.

Some of us become so accustomed to carrying these things that we forget we are carrying them.

They simply become part of the weight.

And eventually, we need somewhere to put it down.

That is what sanctuary has begun to mean to me.

Not escape.

Refuge.

Escape says, I do not want to face the world.

Refuge says, I have faced the world, and I need somewhere the world cannot continually take from me.

Sometimes sanctuary is a house.

Sometimes it is a room.

Sometimes it is sitting beside a window while rain taps against the roof.

Sometimes it is reading a book in a quiet nook, disappearing into its pages for an hour while everything outside of them waits its turn.

Sometimes it is music playing softly in the background.

A cup of tea.

A familiar chair.

A dog sleeping nearby.

A Bible opened across your lap.

Sometimes sanctuary is simply silence.

It does not have to be impressive.

It only has to give your soul permission to unclench.

There is something sacred about crossing a threshold and understanding that everything you encountered outside does not automatically have the right to follow you inside.

The problems still exist.

The bills still exist.

The difficult people still exist.

The news will still be there.

Tomorrow will still bring whatever tomorrow intends to bring.

But for a little while, there can be a boundary.

This far.

No farther.

Not because I no longer care about what happens beyond these walls.

But because I am finally learning that caring about the world does not require allowing the world unlimited access to me.

There are things I can put down.

There are battles that can wait until morning.

There are questions that do not require answers tonight.

There are burdens I was never meant to carry in the first place.

And there are moments when the most faithful thing I can do is simply be still.

Scripture says:

“For thou hast been a shelter for me, and a strong tower from the enemy.

I will abide in thy tabernacle for ever: I will trust in the covert of thy wings. Selah.”

— Psalm 61:3–4, KJV

Shelter.

Abide.

Trust.

Those words have begun to mean something different to me.

Because a sanctuary is more than a quiet place.

Quiet can be found almost anywhere.

What makes a place sacred is presence.

The presence of God.

There are moments when I can sit quietly and feel no need to explain myself to Him. No carefully constructed prayer. No list of requests. No attempt to find the right words.

Just presence.

His and mine.

And somehow, in that stillness, things begin returning to their proper proportions.

The thing that seemed enormous becomes manageable.

The anger that followed me through the door begins to loosen its grip.

The grief is still grief, but I remember that I do not carry it alone.

The noise inside my head grows quieter.

My breathing slows.

My heart softens.

I am restored.

Not repaired as though I were a machine.

Not prepared to rush immediately into the next assignment.

Restored.

Returned to myself.

Returned to God.

Returned to the place inside me where fear does not have to speak the loudest and the troubles of the world are no longer permitted to occupy every room.

And eventually, I will cross the threshold again.

Sanctuary was never meant to become a hiding place.

There are still people to love.

There is still work worth doing.

There are still things that should anger us, suffering that should move us, injustice that should be confronted, and people who will need us to show up.

But perhaps we were never meant to meet all of that without somewhere to return.

Because if we remain exposed to the storm long enough without shelter, something inside us can begin to change.

Compassion can become exhaustion.

Conviction can become contempt.

Anger can become hatred.

And a heart that once cared deeply can slowly begin to grow cold.

Maybe sanctuary is one of the places where God prevents that from happening.

A place where I can bring Him what the world has done to me before I carry it back outside and do it to someone else.

A place where bitterness can be surrendered before it becomes part of my character.

A place where I can remember that strength does not require hardness.

A place where the soul can become quiet enough to hear again:

Be still.

Abide.

Trust.

Then, when the time comes, I can open the door.

The storm may still be there.

The world may still be loud.

Nothing outside may have changed at all.

But something inside has.

I can step back into the world without allowing the world to take possession of me.

And when I become tired again, when the noise becomes too loud, when my heart needs somewhere to rest, I know there is a place to return.

A chair.

A book.

A quiet room.

The sound of rain against the roof.

The presence of God.

Sanctuary.

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Hope this update finds you well. Let me know how you’re doing (or send me the link to your most recent video, blog post or other creation) via message, text or email. Link at the bottom of this post. Thanks to those who’ve reached out so far. It’s been good to hear from you and catch up. 🙌

Things are going as well as can be expected here. Either I’m having a lot of hot flashes or it’s still humid as all get out sometimes, but the rain and Santa Ana winds have arrived, so the temps are cooler and more enjoyable now.

Paul and I enjoyed Holy Moly Matrimony Celebration Day tacos on Monday, reflected on our now 14 years together, played the Flintstones (2:00) and Little River Band (4:00) anniversary songs and thanked each other for continuing to be each other’s wingman.

We also did a pleasantly sized load of loundry, and finally unboxed a new coffee maker that’s been sitting behind our front door for a year. Gosh. It sure is big. Seems bigger than the last 12 cup maker we bought a couple years ago. I asked Gemini AI if mine eyes were deceiving me and it said “No.” The size of coffee makers has indeed become just a little bigger over the last ten years or so. Thought about buying a Keurig next time but then saw this video (15:00) about how the company has gone about making the bulk of their money, and decided I’d be wise to investigate other options. If there’s a simple, versatile sweet little coffee maker you think I should check out, let me know. I’m a fan of quality craftsmanship and fair prices.

From our heart to yours – Cute Snail and I put together some fall themed coloring postcards. They’re cut and fold easy print PDF and 100% free to download if you’d like to check them out. They’re great for quiet coloring time, gifting, decorating or crafting.

❤️ Juliet

IMAGE ID: A collage picture of a warm creamy cup of coffee and some open Oreo cookies – filling side up!

Chapter 1: What You Leave Out When You Pray

The envelope is still on the dresser, half covered by a clean shirt. Inside is an invitation to a family gathering you do not know how to attend. You and someone you love have barely spoken in months. You have imagined walking through the door, what you might say, and whether they would look away. When you try to pray about it, you find yourself asking God to bless everybody and keep the peace. You leave out the sentence that embarrasses you: I want us to be close again, and I am afraid they do not want that anymore.

There is something in Bartimaeus calling out to Jesus for mercy that speaks to those prayers we quietly edit before God ever hears them spoken aloud. In Mark 10:46–52, Bartimaeus is a blind man begging near Jericho when Jesus passes by. He calls, “Jesus, thou Son of David, have mercy on me.” Many tell him to be silent. He calls again. I cannot tell you what was going through his mind, because Scripture does not tell us. But I can say that he does not make his need smaller to keep the people around him comfortable.

I have been thinking about learning to pray when you are afraid of disappointment, especially the difference between being honest with God and expecting Him to give us everything we name. Those are not the same thing. Some of us have become so careful in prayer that we never say what is really hurting. We ask for strength because we are afraid to ask for relief. We ask for patience because we cannot bear to admit we want something to change. We may even feel guilty for wanting an answer after years of waiting.

What strikes me is that Bartimaeus begins by asking for mercy, not by trying to prove that he deserves attention. He does not offer a reason why his life should matter more than anybody else's. He simply directs his cry toward Jesus. I think that is a more honest beginning than many of the prayers I have tried to make sound respectable. If I am frightened, I can say I am frightened. If I want reconciliation, I can ask for it. If I do not know whether I can handle another disappointment, I can tell Him that too.

There is a difference, of course, between speaking honestly and insisting that God follow our plan. A damaged relationship may require an apology, time, or boundaries that we cannot control. A person we miss may not be ready to come back. Christian faith does not give us ownership over another person's heart. It does give us permission to bring our own heart before Christ without pretending it is already settled.

So perhaps the first step tonight is not deciding whether to attend the gathering or finding exactly the right words for a difficult conversation. Perhaps it is sitting with that envelope for one quiet minute and praying the sentence you have been leaving out. Bartimaeus could not see where the road would lead. Before anything changed, he let Jesus hear what he needed.

Chapter 2: When You Feel Like an Interruption

You have been staring at the landlord’s number for ten minutes. The rent will be late, and the thought of saying that out loud makes your stomach tighten. You have worked every shift offered to you. You have cut what you can. Still, the money does not stretch far enough. You could leave a message tonight, but you imagine the irritation in someone else’s voice and decide to put the phone down again. After a while, the fear of bothering another person becomes almost as heavy as the problem itself.

I wonder how many of us carry that fear into prayer. We do not say it plainly, but somewhere inside we have come to believe that our troubles are too repetitive, too ordinary, or too much for anyone to hear. We know there are people suffering more than we are, so we begin treating our own needs as though they should not take up any space. We may even imagine Jesus looking at us with the same impatience we have encountered in other people.

That is why the response to Bartimaeus matters so much. When he cries for mercy, many people tell him to be quiet. Then Jesus stops. Mark does not record an argument with the crowd or a speech about their behavior. He tells them to call the man. They turn toward Bartimaeus and say, “Be of good comfort, rise; he calleth thee” (Mark 10:49, KJV).

I picture how difficult it would be to trust those words after being told to stay silent, though Scripture does not tell us how Bartimaeus felt. The invitation did not come because he finally made his need sound acceptable. It came because Jesus chose to call him. That distinction is easy to lose when you have spent years judging yourself through the reactions of others.

There are people we should listen to, and there are responsibilities we should not avoid. If the rent is late, making the call matters. If we have hurt someone, taking responsibility matters. But none of those hard truths means we must approach God as though we are an inconvenience. We can be accountable for our choices and still be people who need mercy.

Bartimaeus rises and goes to Jesus before he receives his sight. I find that detail comforting because so much of life asks us to move while we are still uncertain. We take the next honest step without knowing how the whole situation will turn out. And in prayer, at least, we need not wait until we have become less needy before we come near.

Chapter 3: When the Answer Is Not the Whole Story

A woman comes home from physical therapy and sets her keys on the counter. She can walk farther than she could three months ago, but not as far as she once could. Everyone tells her to celebrate the progress, and she is grateful for it. Still, she misses the ordinary freedom of getting through a grocery store without watching for somewhere to sit. She wants to thank God without pretending she isn't disappointed.

Bartimaeus asked Jesus for his sight, and Jesus gave it to him. Mark says, “And immediately he received his sight, and followed Jesus in the way” (Mark 10:52, KJV). We should not hurry past the miracle or explain it away. But I keep noticing those last words. The account doesn't end with Bartimaeus making a speech about what he has gained. It ends with him following Jesus.

It would be easy to make his story into a promise that if we pray boldly enough, we will get the outcome we want. That would be unfair to people who have prayed through illness, buried someone they loved, or watched a relationship end despite every effort to save it. Jesus' kindness is real even when our circumstances remain painful. Bartimaeus's healing tells us what Christ did for this man. It does not tell us that anyone left waiting has failed Him.

What we can carry from the roadside is the invitation to be honest and then keep walking with Jesus. Sometimes the next step is another therapy appointment. Sometimes it is accepting the help of a friend without apologizing for needing it. Sometimes it is learning to pray again after an answer you did not understand. None of those steps has to look impressive to matter.

I hope you will remember that Bartimaeus was heard before he was healed. His need did not make Jesus turn away, and neither does yours. Tell Him what you long for, even if you have whispered it a hundred times. Then, as best you can, stay near Him through what comes next. You do not have to edit your heart into something more acceptable before bringing it to Christ.

Your friend, Douglas Vandergraph

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Lydia's Weekly Lifestyle blog is for today's African girl, so no subject is taboo. My purpose is to share things that may interest today's African girl.

This week's contributors: Lydia, Pépé Pépinière, Titi. This week's subjects: How to Look Expensive, Polished & Effortlessly Elegant—Without Designer Labels, Fashion Show Galore, Pain killers, Sticky Non-Stick Frying Pans, The Internet of Things and Make Sure You Don't Lose Your Password, and People Social Eatery

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How to Look Expensive, Polished & Effortlessly Elegant—Without Designer Labels. Dear Accra corporate girl, luxury is not always about the logo on your handbag or the price tag on your blazer. Sometimes, the most expensive looking woman in the office is the one wearing a perfectly tailored pair of trousers, a crisp shirt, and enough confidence to make everyone wonder, “Where does she shop?” Welcome to the world of quiet luxury—Accra office edition. Tailoring Is Your Best Investment: You don't need a wardrobe full of designer clothes. What you need is clothing that fits beautifully. A well-fitted blazer, tailored trousers, or a structured dress will instantly make your outfit look more luxurious. Avoid pieces that are too tight, too loose, or awkwardly proportioned. The secret? Sometimes, a simple trip to your tailor can make an affordable outfit look like it belongs on a luxury runway. Keep Accessories Elegant, Not Excessive: Quiet luxury doesn't need everything to scream for attention. Choose one or two beautiful accessories: a classic watch, delicate jewellery, a structured handbag, or elegant shoes. Remember, the goal is not: “Can everyone see my accessories?” The goal is: “Why does she always look so polished?” Your Shoes Can Make—or Break—the Look: You could be wearing the most beautiful outfit, but tired-looking shoes can change the entire story. Invest in versatile styles such as: – Classic pumps – Elegant loafers – Minimal sandals – Pointed flats – Clean, sophisticated heels And please, Accra corporate girl: keep them clean. Luxury is often in the details. So the next time you walk into that Accra office, remember: You don't need a designer logo to look expensive. You just need good style, great tailoring, and the confidence of a woman who knows exactly who she is. That is the Accra Corporate Girl luxury aesthetic. Fashion Show Galore. It seems we are in line with what is happening in the world. In quick succession we had the New York, London, Milan and Paris Fashion Weeks. And in Ghana, we had the Ghana Garden and Flower show, which took place at the Efua Sutherland Children's Park, and last weekend the HnM Fashion Show at the National Theatre and on the same day the Style Runway FW26, and then Glitz and RodR (Rhythms on Da Runway), and the Ghana Fashion Week coming up, and Black Star Fashion Week in the making. Is there money to be made there? Is this the latest fashion fad, to organize fashion shows called fashion weeks? As a designer, what should I do? Apply for all? And pay for all? These things don't come cheap if you add all the expenses involved: making the collection, paying your fee to the show organizer, (ranging from 3000 to 8000 GHC) transporting your stuff to a fitting session and back, transporting it to the show, getting a stylist to make it look good, taking it back, and sending it all to the dry cleaner to remove makeup and sweat. Say somewhere between 5,000 and 13,000 GHC. And what do you get? A bit of publicity. Any sales? Any foreign buyers giving you contracts for 500 pieces of this and 500 pieces of that? Hmm.

Pain killers. What Is Pain? Mostly, it’s a signal that something somewhere in your body is wrong. So, to get rid of that pain, you take a painkiller. Problem solved? No, problem suppressed, not solved. The same thing is still wrong with you. Now, if you take a painkiller once a month or so I don’t want to argue much, but if you take painkillers daily, then you are not on the right track. And many are not on the right track. Try to find out what creates the pain, and rather try to solve that problem than taking the pain away without knowing what’s wrong with you. And as you take more pills, you will need more pills. Your body gets used to them, the same as when using narcotics. Eventually, you get into the overdose mode. Brrrr.

Sticky Non-Stick Frying Pans. The famous one is the French Tefal, and that contains so-called forever chemicals, which everyone is currently agitating against. They cause cancer, hormonal disruption and other health problems and don’t break down, hence the name forever chemicals, also called PFAS. So Tefal came up with a big campaign: “Now we are healthy.” But currently, they got attacked by three groups, the ClientEarth (an environmental law organization), Generations Futures (a French environmental organization) and Notre Affaire à Tous (a French environmental justice organization) who claim Tefal is still using the poison. So they’ll probably stop using it and close the factory? Of course not. Keep the show going. Africa also needs non-stick frying pans. So be aware. Stainless steel or cast iron is a better option. The good news is that the FDA recently destroyed a container with dangerous nappies. Let’s hope they get their act together and also look at cooking pans and makeup.

The Internet of Things and Make Sure You Don't Lose Your Password. And how secure is that? My computer friend, one of those geeks who seems to be married to the screen, pizza and beefburgers, says nothing is secure. Imagine a lock on your room door. You have the key. But things get missing. Either someone has a spare key or came in through the window, or removed the entire door, or came in through the ceiling. It’s a bit like that with computer security. And then we read that a 15-year-old boy hacked the USA Ministry of Defense system. 15-year-old boy hacked the USA Ministry of Defense system In Sweden, they tried to introduce a cashless society, so everything went through the internet. Now they don't trust that anymore and ask everybody to keep a reasonable amount of cash at home. This morning, I read that hackers got into the cooling systems in supermarkets (I never knew they were connected through the internet), and thousands of tons of refrigerated food have to be thrown away. Who thinks this is funny? But I think maybe someone is testing. Like you design a weapon and then quietly test it somewhere. The next war will probably be fought by shutting down each other's internet. And drones, which use computers to hit the target. So don't rely too much on all of this. Have two bank cards from different banks and have some cash in the house, spread your savings over several banks, and have two mobile numbers from different operators. Paranoia? Maybe.

People Social Eatery. We went to Orca at Spintex to buy a few things for the new bathroom, but were disappointed and walked out with nothing. To make up for it, we went to the People Social Eatery next door and had a honey nut granola banana at 110 GHC, which was nice, and orange juice at 50 GHC, and a double espresso at 55 GHC, which was small and came without sugar, though on request it was brought. Our 5 GHC change was taken and not brought back, and the waiter had disappeared.

Lydia...

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Elles reviennent, comme si elles faisaient partie de la nature des choses (en tout cas chez ma personne).

En y prêtant attention, je remarque qu’elles apparaissent lorsque mon travail mental n’est pas clair. Je veux faire quelque chose, j’avance, je tâtonne, je recule, j’avance...

Ce cycle crée une sorte de brouillard qui m’alourdît et m’épuise.

C’est peut-être une piste : éclaircir de manière très précise ce que j’ai à faire avant de le faire.

Rien que de l’écrire me procure une certaine satisfaction.

Alors bien sûr, le chaos est inévitable. Mais si je peux le dissiper ne serait ce qu’un peu, je pense en ressortir gagnant.

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Yeah, the wind down here in San Antonio is absolutely fierce today! Weather forecast is predicting 50 mph gusts all day long! The wind got me out of bed early this morning, banging things around on the front porch.

Much cooler temps. and lower humidity is welcome. But this wind is absolutely nuts!

And the adventure continues.

”Dino’s Stash” Now complete, in repository, art, lyrics, alternate mixes, credits included!

I worked on this song and just put it in the repository. I hope you check it out. I am very proud of it. While you are there, I included art, credits, lyrics, alternate mixing, and even a compressed version if you just need the download of the mp3. Something for lots of kinds of music fans. The folks who work with me to make music are stellar personalities and kind friends. They also play! They also write for the magazine! I have always wanted to be in a kind of “club.” This music/magazine gig feels like a good form of that. Beats nazis.

The crew is in the folder too, but I wanted to list them here. I love working with these people.

Keri – words, narration,

Kelly – bass, keyboards, words, narration, mixing

Marc Schuster – drums

John Gilbert from Voodoo Planet – guitars

Bkbirge – mastering

Dino DiMuro – sound effects

Chris Triggs – Single art and loads of art for the magazine

*All these folks have also written in The Horse’s Mouth Magazine.

Is software shitty, just me?

I have been transitioning my software brands and requirements. I’ll continue to do so until computing is better or gone entirely. I will not settle for what Apple seems so confident I will settle for in the software or OS department. Some of the design is careless and lazy. It really holds me up. I download things, but I can’t find them. I often can’t tell if the computer registered my click from a mouse, or if it is working. This is because there’s no onscreen indicator anymore to inform me it is working. Hourglass, anyone? What kills me in creative states more than anything is needlessly losing work. This has happened more frequently. I now save both incoming and outgoing projects locally, and in two online storages. I have to. There’s a good chance I will lose it otherwise. It wouldn’t be my fault. Shit just disappears now…like on the norm.

Losing 30 minutes of creative improv writing or music is crushing. It is a sinking feeling of defeat. I won’t ever remember it and pull it off. I don’t have that kind of memory. I might get close, but I get so bummed I lost that session or a few pages, that is all I can think about. I don’t think there’s any excuse for a software developer to release updates or “improvements” that cost me time and sadness. I was talking about this with a friend; he said, “Have you heard of ‘enshittification’?” I had heard it. But I did not realize how well thought out and absolutely spot on it is. I just thought it was something folks said on the web.

Asking google about a word I learned and it’s correlations to indie music..

Enshittification, Cory Doctorow, fun reading.

I asked Google, “Please list ways I’d come into enshittification making an indie rock song.” If you don’t know the word and Cory Doctorow, who invented it, the book is cheap. I tried to link one, but obviously that isn’t going to work right now. Google AI has read it; try and keep up.

“But things are supposed to change..”

Things change over time. I hope. Technology makes things easier and kind of fun. It is also good for business. Ideally, we are able to provide a better life for future generations, but we are very out of practice at doing that. It is almost as if generational trauma is playing out some new undiscovered territory en masse. The ripples of bullshit that flow in the bloodlines of our family trees have reached an all-new peak involving brands, beliefs, and yes, enshittification. This is not the change we hope for, or at least I hope for. But it is the change we get.

My understanding of terms changes over time, that’s an okay change.

I am just learning this term, so my take now may be different or expanded in a few months. But at this point, I feel good about where my brain is at regarding computer usage, making music, and writing lyrics. I haven’t reached nirvana or anything. But I certainly feel on the right track, leaving Apple’s ecosystem. It sucks. I can’t help it. I wish it didn’t. But I am trying to do artwork and protest work, and it seems firmly against that lately. I get over-corrected to a criminal level. I dread having to use the iPad. I just loathe everything about it except the TAPE 16 DAW Beta. haha.

I messed up, learned a thing. I had to admit messing up to learn it. Why I am cooler than software devs.

I messed up my first mix of this tune and sent it out prematurely, not checking it like I should have. Maybe these software devs are like me. Maybe they feel pressure and excitement and they press send too soon. But I doubt it. They want money. I am not after that with any of this crap I do. I think chasing that with my artistic abilities creates, yes, enshittification. See, I always want to be interested in what I do, so I leave the money out of it. Otherwise, I am just interested in making money. I think that’s boring when I spot that in others, so I try to avoid it. I would much rather be broke than boring. So of course, I am a musician, not a developer. Glad for that.

Kelly Kintner

The Horses Mouth

The Kintners

27 companies raised billion-dollar-plus rounds last quarter, so I now check how many companies got funded before I check how much money moved.

Every few months, the new startup funding numbers come out, and a few founders forward me the headline. Some messages say “great time to raise.” Others ask if the market is drying up. Either way, the headline is usually one big total.

My name is Alexander Kopylkov, and I have invested in startups for more than twenty years. Over time, I learned to scroll past that total. The figure I look for first is smaller and far more useful: how many companies actually got money.

A record total mostly measures the biggest checks.

Here is the latest example. Crunchbase reports: “Global venture funding totaled $159 billion in Q3 2026 with close to 6,000 startups funded, Crunchbase data shows.” That sounds like money for everyone.

Then you read further. “A notable shift in 2026 has been the number of startups that have raised billion-dollar-plus rounds. An all-time record of 27 companies raised such sizable rounds in Q3 2026”. And: “Around a third of all global venture capital raised in Q3 went to those 27 companies.”

Picture a small town where a billionaire moves in. The town's average income jumps overnight. Nobody else got a raise. A funding total works the same way. Crunchbase says as much about this year: “In the two prior quarters, billion-dollar raises pushed total funding to well above historical norms.”

It works in reverse too. “While global venture funding in Q3 was down 25% quarter over quarter from the $212 billion raised in Q2, it was up 53% year over year from the $104 billion raised in Q3 2025.” A separate Crunchbase analysis explains the dip: “overall venture funding declined with the absence of new record megarounds for AI leaders.” In plain words, the total fell because the biggest deals were missing.

The number that matters to most founders barely moved.

If you are raising a first or second round, your real question is simple. Are investors at my stage still writing checks? To answer it, I count deals.

The same quarter that looked weaker in dollars looked steady in activity. Crunchbase found that “Active startup investors largely kept up or increased their dealmaking pace in the third quarter”. It adds: “Per Crunchbase data, a majority of the most active venture investors in Q3 participated in more deals compared to the prior quarter.” At the earliest stage, “the busiest by far was Y Combinator, which participated in at least 221 known seed rounds this past quarter, per Crunchbase data.”

Europe gives a smaller, honest picture. Crunchbase reports: “Europe’s seed funding fell quarter over quarter and was flat year over year. Around $2 billion was invested in more than 750 companies at seed stage in Q3.” By my own math, that is under $3 million per company on average. Those are the deals most founders actually compete for, and there were hundreds of them.

Early numbers undercount the smallest rounds.

There is a second reason I am careful with the first headline of each quarter. Crunchbase says it plainly in its own notes: “Note that data lags are most pronounced at the earliest stages of venture activity, with seed funding amounts increasing significantly after the end of a quarter/year.” The global report also states: “Data is as of Oct. 2, 2026.” That is two days after the quarter ended.

So the first look at any quarter shows the giant rounds clearly and the small ones only partly. Even the seed figure gets stretched by a few huge deals: “Global seed funding totaled $13 billion in Q3, Crunchbase data shows. Of that, $2.6 billion went to seed rounds of $100 million and over, around 20% of seed financings.”

For a founder, the lesson is practical. Wait for the fuller data before reading anything into a quarter. Then give more weight to what investors at your stage tell you directly.

My rule is to count the rounds first.

Every cycle I have watched, slow years and boom years alike, produced headlines about totals. The founders who raised well watched something else: how many investors at their stage were active, and whether their own business got stronger each month.

That still holds in 2026. The $159 billion is real, and it shows where the biggest bets are going. The count of companies funded shows whether there is a seat at the table for you. So when a founder forwards me the next big headline, I will ask my usual question. How many companies got funded, and what do they have in common with yours?

First published in 2007, this article was explosive when it was first distributed. Read on to see why…

This edition of The Doctor’s Notes is about the relativistic effects of quantum levels, and how potential energy is extremely important to each individual, and those around them.

All of an individual’s psychic quantum energy levels are very tightly interconnected, but are also connected to those around them. The varying levels of potential energy that each individual maintains has a relativistic effect on the quantum levels of those and other individuals, leading to perception and behavioral changes.

The Couple Effect

The quantum levels of an individual’s psychic energy are interrelated, or coupled, to one another. Jackson, Lassiter and Jackson (1972) building on work by Johnson and Defrees (1932), determined that these different quantum levels or states, correspond to the varying moods in individuals.

The quantum levels of an individual’s psychic energy are interrelated, or coupled, to one another.

Through research by engenetics^.org, it was later found that quantum levels are also affected by the quantum levels of other individuals. The coupling of quantum levels of an individual and those around them can directly influence each of the individual’s potential energy level.

What is less well known is the reverse: the potential energy of an individual can affect the quantum levels of those around them. The exact mechanics of this influence is extremely complex, requiring higher order mathematics to accurately model.

The main reason these couplings are difficult to model is that these interrelated systems can be perturbed by quantum entanglements. The energy that is lost from the individual that is channeled into these entanglements leads to results that are very difficult to predict.

Changes in Potential Energy, Changes in Behavior

Another fact that was determined by Barnaby (1983) is that these differences in potential energy of individuals—particularly in social situations—can lead to changes in behavioral patterns. These changes in behavior are caused by subtle alterations in perception by the individuals affected.

...the relationship between these changes and the differences in quantum levels is related to the square of the difference of maximum quantum energy levels.

The greater the difference in maximum quantum energy (and therefore potential energy), the greater the perception and behavioral changes. In fact, based on research performed at The Center for engenetics ^.org Studies, the relationship between these changes and the differences in quantum levels is related to the square of the difference of maximum quantum energy levels.

When larger differences in potential energy exist between individuals, perceptional shifts occur that lead to feelings of jealousy or the loss of self-worth; conversely, they can also lead to feelings of superiority and arrogance in others. Other situational effects can cause feelings of confusion and disorientation, depending on the individual’s maximum quantum energy level.

Support Our Research

Still, while great strides have been made in determining these relationships and refining the models of quantum energy levels, we have a long way to go. Research operations are costly, and there is so much to do.

If you wish to help support this research, please contact your local engenetics ^.org representative today. Remember: to improve all of humanity, only you can help make the future a reality—today. Ω

Dr. M. E. Tabyánan Executive Director and Founder The Center for engenetics ^.org Studies

“According to the proven fields of thermodynamics and physics, the arrow of time dictates that energy flowing from a current state must be transferred to a future state, and not the reverse.” Why Entropic Resonances Require Study (2012)

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Question: How does the collective unconscious fit in with engenetics^.org? —Eddie Long, Seattle WA The Doctor: The work we do at the Center is critical for understanding the entropic energy collective, which is the real phenomenon that can mistakenly be called the collective unconscious. At engenetics ^.org, skills are learned to allow the individual to tap into these energies, for personal use and higher education through the information learned from the collective. In a nutshell, engenetics ^.org is truly the basic fundamental source of scientific knowledge about such global phenomena.

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JOURNAL 16 octobre 2026

Ma princesse est rentrée tard avec un air bizarre, mi-sourire et mi-inquiétude dans ses yeux. Elle a été convoquée dans un bureau qu'elle ne connaissait pas au sous-sol. Là dans un fauteuil confortable elle a attendu l'arrivée d'un type qu'elle n’avait jamais vu. Il lui a demandé direct : — madame A xxx, seriez-vous intéressée par une mission en Ukraine ? Elle allait ouvrir la bouche, très étonnée, il l'a interrompue : — nous connaissons vos objections. Cela ne serait pas décompté de vos mois de séjour ici et même ça pourrait aider à votre changement de nationalité. Puis nous savons votre attachement réciproque avec madame H xxx avec qui vous vivez, il est prévu qu'elle vous accompagne. Nous apprécions aussi ses qualités et nous avons pour elle une tâche qu’elle acceptera nous n'en doutons pas. Nous allons la contacter très bientôt. Vous pouvez lui en parler déjà. Si vous acceptez, et vous accepterez toutes les deux, cette mission durerait environ un mois. Vous pouvez vous préparer l’une et l’autre vous avez deux semaines, ça vous laisse le temps de régler vos petits soucis en cours. Ma chérie était abasourdie, ça ne lui arrive pas souvent. Il s'est levé, s’est incliné, et la laissée là tout sec. J’avoue moi aussi ça me la coupe. Le sourire narquois de mon soi-disant capitaine me revient en mémoire je ne peux pas m'en empêcher et ça m'énerve. On est un peu ko. Bien sûr ma chérie serait super heureuse de voir l'Ukraine, elle s'inquiète pour moi et ce qu’ils me veulent. Il avait l'air si sûr de son truc ce mec.

Je me demande comment on va pouvoir dormir. On a mille questions dans la tête. C’est angoissant cette façon de décider de nos vies dans on ne sait quel bureau avec des questions qui ressemblent à des ordres. La très nette impression que nos souhaits sont complètement manipulés et qu'on est observées scrutées comme des cobayes. Le mec lui a même dit qu’ils étaient particulièrement intéressés par notre couple, il a pas dit “couple” il a dit “paire” comme un attelage de chevaux...

#Ukraine