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Psyche shares two spoken-word pieces exploring themes of friendship, betrayal, and personal identity, and introduces his 'Troll Decoder' tool to translate hostile comments into psychological insights.
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Browse era →What about your friends? What about them? The ones who clap in daylight and curse your name when the candles go out. Tell me. Who's still standing when the mask slip? Everyone's inner wild is spiral off script. Not crazy, just too honest for
the room. My sight gets foggy, spirit gets louder, and suddenly I'm seeing people for who they actually are. Some folks say I act different. Cute. That's just code for he stopped letting us drain him. They whisper I change in the blessings here, but the rumors know I've been the same storm since day one. And if you were with me before or was it still
caught into my ultimate now? So, what about your friends? Are they shields or shadows? Will they hold the line when the mob circle or fold like we're porcelain? Do they show up when the universe goes dark or do they ghost like cowards and say they were praying for you later? What about your friends? Do you realize the number lies people do
isn't me or do folks get allergic to generosity? I give freely like a communion, but they take it like it's German. Like my shine is a personality trait. They turn their insecurities into weapons. They claim me their enemy and still sit in the front row because envy hates missing the show. They talk me up
then act like we're cool like I can't taste the poison in the air. Sometimes I'm too soft, I'll admit it. I let people lean on me when I should have told them how to stand. Never thought the ones I fed would steal the silverware. But betrayal always comes from someone you once called family. I've leveled up since then. The boundary work is brutal and divine. If it's
loyalty, it stays. If it's treachery, it burns. If a friend is real, they'll walk the storms with you. Not just posing in your sunlight. What about your friends? Will they protect your name when you're not in the room? What about your friends? Will they choose truth or convenience?
Are they built for the long haul or only for the harvest? Choose carefully. Your destiny depends on it. Is it me or is kindness dangerous in the hands of the insecure? I speak life. They hear mirrors. I build worlds. They
feel small. That's not my crime. That's their shadow. They curse me in private and orbit me in public because some people hate you and need you at the same time. People say I'm strange. Strange reason. I'm strange.
I'll be your friend till your mine too. Look across me once and you'll meet the version of me you pray doesn't wake up. Soft doesn't mean stupid. Forgiving doesn't mean foolish. I know who deserves a seat and who needs the door. So tell me, what about your friends? Will they rise
with you? Or wait for you to fall? Will they stand their ground or let you down again? What about your friends? Are they real or just rehearsing? Because in the cold of psyche, truth is sheer courage, and loyalty is holy, and
betrayal is expensive.
Hello. that song? How'd you like the song? Did you like I really do. That's fine. Sorry. I just got out of the shower. I think I'm going to play one more just to like I like number three better than two. Definitely. But I'm not going to play the Christine song. That I I did news on um Kate's.
He mistook that wandering soul for me. As if a silhouette could carry my story. One careless glance and a stranger becomes my echo,
a ghost wearing my outline, a fate wearing my name. But why should I drag him from the jaws of consequence?
Why should I intervene in the machinery of karma when I have bled my way across lifetimes and carved my own throne from the ruins?
If I speak, I trigger the spiral. If I stay silent, I let the shadow take the fall. Damned if I stir the waters, damned if I let them still. They call me
master, guiding keeper of the misfits and the wild ones. Eyes in the dark look to me for north. How can I vanish? What happens to the wandering when the lantern ends?
If I speak, they burn. If I stay silent, I do. So who am I truly? Can I throw this mirror twin to the walls, pretend this pain is not a chord
in my own chest? Can I let an innocent be swallowed just because he resembles the mask I once wore? Who am I? Can I hide behind the old illusions forever? Pretend the past did not carve its sigils into my bones. Must I shrink my name to a clever lie,
an alibi scribbled in the margins of fate? How do I face these people? How do I face the man behind my own eyes? My soul made its pact longer. This life with truth, with transformation, with the fire that refuses to let me rot
quietly. Hope found me in the ashes. Strength dragged me out by the throat and told me to run.
And so I step forward before the tribunal of watchers, doubters, the trolls, the saints, the pharaoh, and forgotten. Who am I? Who am I? I am father side.
Reborn untamed unmasked I bear my marks. The scars, the numbers, the lifetimes, the proof of all the storms that failed to drown me.
And hear me, accuser. This man carries no sin that belongs to you. He is not my shadow, nor my stand-in, nor my sacrifice.
Who am I? I am father side. I am the one who remembers. I am the one who returns. And my my name,
my truth is carved in fire, not in chains.
Hello. My gosh, I'm ready for a close-up. I'm ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille. Oh, I shrunk. Honey, I shrunk myself. Remember that was a movie, Rick Moranis? Does anybody remember that? A little bit of my Let's stop. How are we doing tonight?
It's like a little bit late. I slept yesterday like a lot and then I woke up. I went on Kate's for like a little bit. She's real nice. I mean, she has a tough exterior, but she's like a nice person. She's like a good person, right?
She's nice to me on the show. Like she definitely I don't know if she likes me that much, but she does like, you know, support the show and I appreciate her. Thank you for coming, Manhattan. Great having you here driving Jamie's Cowboys. Okay, so we do have the troll decoder. I think it is working, but
we can we can just test out some some things. So what if somebody says to you Yeah, you're fake. I don't like you. Loser. So if someone types that to you in the chat, right? You put it in the troll decoder. Press enter. Hold on. You You can actually click on it.
Let me see if it's working. Okay. Look, it's decoding. Do do do do do. Oh, look, it works. Okay. It says, "This is a projection of deep insecurity. Translation, I desperately want to belong and feel accepted, but I'm afraid that if I show my true self, I will be rejected. I call you fake because your apparent confidence threatens my carefully constructed defenses."
I'm dead. Sorry. Yeah. Okay. So how about um let me see. You're a f e k k i t. Yeah. I get that sometimes, but it's What does that mean? Let me get a translation. Let's see. Do do do. It says, "The attack on your identity stems from the troll's deep fear of anything that challenges their rigid way of gender and
sexuality. They are attempting to project their own internal shame and confusion onto you, hoping that by diminishing your identity, they can stabilize their own secure insecure sense of self." Wow, guys. This is deep. I mean, this is It doesn't just say like, "Oh, you know, it means, you know, you're f a g g i o." It means they actually say what it really means. Like what What about "This is trash and
you're you're a fake." Okay, so I think these might be like true actual comments that have been in the chat. Let me Let me see what's what that means. Okay, so let's see. "You're trash and you're fake." Okay, what's What does it Oh, it means "I'm struggling with my own authenticity and feel threatened by your efforts, which remind me of my own failures to pursue my goals.
Seeing you succeed triggers my deep self-doubt, so I attack your your validity your validity to feel safer." How about that one? "You're so dumb. Lol, nobody cares what you think." What does that mean? Let's see. This troll decoder is working perfectly. I don't know if she said it wasn't working perfectly.
Oh, it says, "This is a projection of deep insecurity and a fear of being irrelevant. Translation, I feel unheard and insignificant in my own life, so I must tear down your voice to feel momentarily powerful. Your confidence threatens my fragile sense of self-worth." Okay, I'm not How about this one? "Cringe as or cringe as Stop trying
so hard or whatever." Let's see what that means.
Oh, it says, "Core motion, fear and insecurity. Decoded the truth, your willingness to put yourself out there and risk failure makes me deeply uncomfortable because I am terrified of being judged. I wish I had the courage to pursue my own passions without worrying about what others think. All right, guys. And so, pretty pretty pretty right on. I I think you know, the
I think that I didn't even like really think I was going to make that app and then it's like, "Okay, well, that's the something that's needed." I mean, I had the I had the book, but I needed an actual decoder because the book sounds like it's a kind of it's kind of decodes, you know, like the the the names and the words of it, but
having the troll decoder where actually you can take the real-time trolls and like figure out what they mean and stuff. I think I'm I think I'm an innovator in that category, right? Has there ever been another troll decoder out there? So, if you want to use a troll decoder, it's on Cult of Psyche website. Um, it's free. Free to use. Go ahead and uh you can also share your result and
you know, also um I have a token system on the website. It's really cool cuz um there's going to be like certain things like readings and uh even like, you know, the the readings on the site. There'll be like, you know, you can always get a get a reading on the site. I think there'll be like a free one maybe a couple cards and then like you can spend tokens on like a bigger reading like longer readings.
And then it's like you would get Oh, you're welcome. Can you Can you get um if you refer anybody to the site, you'll get, you know, a referral for that, too. So, it's like it does have a like a affiliate program, I guess. Um, so that will encourage people to share at least the links and stuff because then it will like, you know, basically there'll be a lot of cool
stuff you can use. I don't know if I'll start charging tokens for the troll decoder, but I will be selling selling some of the And it yeah, and they'll come, you know, with the with packages of tokens and in the in the monthly memberships and stuff. Even the free free members will get like probably maybe a thousand 100 to a thousand tokens. I'm not that to decide how much they're worth and stuff.
But I'll be giving a lot of free memberships away, especially the ones people that have upgraded memberships here. They'll at least get on the $10 tier for free cuz it's the website is just starting and I want really people to test it and see how it works and like I'll probably be giving away a lot more stuff than I'm selling on it at first, but I do want also want to prove myself and you know, get some good good reviews up
there and I have some people that have, you know, helped me out with that already and I put some of my Etsy reviews there, so I don't know. It's all exciting stuff. Okay, I've been working really hard on it. I spent I've
time and energy and I brainpower, right? I mean, you know, money, too. It's been a little expensive but hey. This is my dream website, actually. I was never able to make it because I tried coding myself. I'm not good at it. I'm not I can't code really. It's
like too technical. Just like I was never able to do algebra and then I would just be really frustrating. Like I'd just be like, "Ah, I just want to do it. I just need to think of like a alternative path to do get what I want and then not have to go through algebra." I figured it out. It was fashion merchandising. I did I had a merchandising math class. I got an A in that. That was my college math. My later one was statistics which
I got also got an A in, but I could never pass algebra. It's just like impossible for me, so I did pass it in high school, but I don't know how. I still have dreams I failed algebra, right? It's football day. Oh my gosh.
Well, ooh. I'm sharing another song. Yeah. It's not a football song, but it is good. Let's see. Came with empty pockets and a heartbeat
full of storms. No map, no name, no history, just a soul that shifts its forms. The world turned slow to watch him as the mirror cracked awake. For every step he stumbled was a prophecy at stake. remember
you were born before the flame." But Psyche smiled like a secret god who hasn't learned his name. Oh, the path doesn't wait for Psyche. The path is a living thing.
It coils around his shadow like a serpent wearing wings. He's the fool who leaps in silence, yet the world begins to sing. For the deck does not reveal him. He's
the one who reveals the deck's dream. Two queens called out to claim him, one
of law and one of fire. One drew lines with holy geometry and lit the sky with desire. But Psyche bowed to neither, chose the road where none belong. A trembling thread of twilight between
rightness and the wrong. Empress crowned him with creation, tower broke him into flame. But still he walked like a patient storm who has forgotten how to name. Oh, the path doesn't wait for Psyche.
The path is a hungry thing. It mirrors all his choices like a crow with mirrored wings. He's the fool who runs through absence, yet the ghosts begin to sing. For he's not learning the tarot. The tarot is learning him.
Pillars rose in shining order, temples tore the sky apart. Shadows whispered truth like poison, desire carved runes in his heart. Eight thrones stood in judgment, eight masks of gods unseen.
Yet every face that met him was a face he used to be. Oh, he walks through them as they walk through him. As the world remembers his name.
Down the stair of broken echoes, through the mouth of memories, too. He faced the undermined alone in the marrow of the clue. There he found the child he buried and the storm he tried to take.
And the world he thought was testing him was whispering his name. Oh, the path was carved by Psyche before Psyche learned to walk. The mirror only showed him what the silence tried to talk. Here it turns
through worlds unbroken with the truth that splits the dark. He's the fool who lights creation with the spark behind the spark. And the world does not complete him. The world waits for him to begin.
For the journey never takes him. He's the one who carries the journey with him. Psyche walks first. Psyche walks first. Psyche walks first so the others remember the way. Psyche
walks first. Psyche walks first. And then the deck awakens every time his footsteps stray. Mhm. You're rocking the Parsons dirty. Yeah. Cool. Yeah, I don't know. I'm kind of
depressed. Like Ghost is mad at me and then who else is mad at me? And I don't think anybody else is really mad at me, but it's just like get weird vibes from people. Hey Hey, Rudy. Hey, Rudy. Aw. I feel like I've I've been bad. Have I been bad? I don't think I've been bad. Maybe I have.
But not really that bad. But anyway, uh I I had three weeks three weeks off of the channel and so um it did hurt the algorithm. And then it plus I posted a lot of videos today, so no notifications went out or anything, so I need to like figure out
the best way to like be doing this. I think I should maybe like start posting stuff after the show and stuff. I don't know, but I'm kind of been able to avoid porn bombs um a little bit better. Plus I know how to like take them out and stuff, but I got really lucky just getting my channel back. Wow. What a crazy crazy I still don't know how it happened.
Chris K actually tonight was like, "Hey, he said, well, I might have something to do with it." I don't know about that Chris K, but maybe you did. Maybe you did. I'm willing to say there's miracles, right? That'd be a miracle. He got that. I mean, I don't I don't know. Maybe he did. I'm not going to discount him. People all people have very special
talents and stuff. So, let's just uh Let's think the best. Okay, so now I Oh, here's the AI generator. So, what if What should I do for the background? I'm going to say um hmm How about Hindu mother goddess
praise. How about that? Let me see what it comes up with. Yeah, they have a new feature on um StreamYard we can make an AI Oh, it's pretty cool. Here you go. Look at this. Oh, I'm putting it up here. It's coming up in a second. Make myself down.
Smaller. Make myself smaller. Uh-oh. Here. Look. Pretty. Looks pretty much like Lakshmi. Lakshmi, but it yeah, but Lakshmi pretty much is like the You ever see like the like the Hindu artists like so specific on what they look like? Like it's like they they look like that. Like how where
who drew these? Like who came up with that like the the idea like they what they look cuz it's like it's it's very uniform today, right? But uh-oh. And uh it's really interesting in Tibetan Buddhism they have like even like crazier artwork um for the deities. It's really like one of the most beautiful religions because it has this art of these wrathful deities and these just fantastical beautiful
peaceful deities that they have that are um holding a lotus floating in space and stuff like that. Just like in all different alien looking things, right? But um they have a very specific mathematical way that they come up with all the shapes and stuff like that. So, pretty pretty cool. Okay, so here's Rudy. Well, anyway. I don't know if any
If you are If you are interested in like I mean I'm spirituality it's like don't be afraid to like look into other religions and like I certainly would would say Hinduism is one of the these kings of these very established millions of one of the most pop Let me see. I'll get the statistics for you. Hold on. But I mean I mean it's like you know, and I'm not from India, right? But
I believe that I mean even like um in Tibet they're not from India, but they that Buddhism came out of Hinduism. And so, I think that we can these uh like these paths can be different in like different country. We can practice them little bit slightly different or adapt some certain things because we are different cultures, right? But it says um It says
uh It's a vast and diverse religion. It's not centered around a single figure or text and there's not a single authority that dictates its practices. Instead, it's characterized by its pluralistic nature where different sects and traditions coexist and influence each other. The core beliefs include a belief in the supreme being, the divinity of the Vedas, the cycles of samsara, karma, and the goal of moksha.
These beliefs guide the actions and thoughts of Hindus shaping their approach to life and their relationship with the divine. Hinduism's global presence reflected in its diverse practices and rituals which vary across different regions and communities. The religion's teachings and traditions have been transmitted through various means including texts, rituals, and the visual and performing arts. In summary, it's a complex and multifaceted religion that offers
profound understanding of the divine and the path to spiritual liberation. Its beliefs and practices are deeply rooted in the cultural and historical context of India and have evolved over time adapting to the needs and desires of its followers. And see, it's like I said. So, it's it's been adapted, but it has this core to it. You can I look at it a lot as symbolism, you know, but people can take
it more as I know actual deities, right? Um but there's this inner inner knowledge and lesson they all have in in all in everything they hold all their symbols symbols around them the animal they ride um their their looks their um these different effects that they have
and things like that. So, it's kind of interesting. Anyway, how are we doing in chat? Um is it time for some music? Yeah, go Yeah, ghost. Of course it is. Always time for some music. So, let's let's put on another song because ghost is requesting one or this guy in the chat. Let's see. How about
Let's this one. Uh-oh, play that already. Well, let's this one. Yeah, I think I'm pretty sure this okay. Um okay, how about the comment?
All placements feared. Scorpio whispers.
I'm not your shadow. I'm the one who wakes it. I ride the horizon like a vow undone of truth. I'm a collapsing sun. My love is a freedom I can't contain.
You can't contain. Try to cage my soul and I'll melt the chain.
Call me little call me born around. I rise where your fear keeps you underground.
Where am I? Who am I? Yeah, well, it is. I mean it's probably almost time to go cuz there's nobody here but you know, I don't give up that easy. Really don't. Here.
Yeah. You didn't find us. We found you. Sorry about the weird feeling in your spine. That's normal. Welcome to the code where the Wi-Fi's cursed and the truth gets kidnapped gently then rehearsed where the shadows talk back and the tarot throw shade and the guests on the panel look fresh from
the psych ward straight. We got chaos in the chat as wisdom in the dark. Let's all prove what on the door. They still get in but not far. If you're looking for meaning, babe, you're right on track. Just don't ask Google, ask the voices whispering back. So, loosen your halo, tighten your hood. Where the only
code where the snacks are good. Welcome to the code of psyche where the weird gets holy nightly where the prophecy is politely and the jokes cut deep but lightly. Yeah, this is the code of psyche where your shadow dances
brightly. If you're lost, don't worry. Highly likely that we planned it slightly. We're not a real cult, but like we're also not not. We got candles, lore, and a membership spot. We got cosmic punchlines, astrology tea, and the algorithm chained in the back making coffee. Your higher self already said,
"Please log in." Your lower self here, too, trying to sneak some sins. The middle self, oh, he just showed up for fun. None of us are whole, babe. That's why we're one. Unclench your third eye, silence your doubt. If you hear chanting, just vibe it out.
Welcome to the cult of psyche, where the wild feels warm and inviting, where the truth comes out fighting, biting. But, damn, the lighting is exciting. Yeah, this is the cult of psyche, where the lost feels strangely mighty. You belong here. Come nightly, where the
shadows glow and the strange fits tightly. Sit. Breathe. Breathe. Become. The weird has begun.
Okay. Well, came on to hopefully have two people here, but I guess everyone's asleep or awake. So, maybe I'll have to end.
It's okay, though. It's okay. It's worth by the eighth. Okay.
I think
I'll crawl out the volume now. Capture and tongue fill it step every secret you hid already wet and burned it clean in my scarlet breath. You want my hunger cuz you fear your own.
Sorry. A spark, a heartbeat, a crown made of fire blinking awake in
the void. Some are born to follow the path. Some are born to break it. But, a refuse
are born to carry the sun. Thunder rolls, golden light streams.
He rose from stone and shadow, carrying a roar the world tried to silence, a flame too bright for the cage they built him in. But, fire doesn't obey.
Fire becomes a law. He drops slow, royal, ritualistic.
Tonight, the cult gathers, not to worship, to awaken.
The throne didn't wait for a perfect man. It waited for a relentless one, a man who turns scars into sigils and every downfall into a stepping stone. Carved with his name, when he walks in,
shadows flee. When he speaks, the future adjusts, not because he demands it,
but because destiny already crowned.
A lion made of light, a sun wheel turning, silhouettes bowing in awe. Behold the flame that refuses to fall. Behold the architect of fate.
Behold the mystery born in all of form. This is not just a channel. This is not just a show. This is the cult of psyche, where prophets speak in forms, where truth has teeth, and where the king returns in real time. Stand
Stand radiant. Stand radiant. Stand radiant.
You didn't find us. The lion found you.
The lion found you.
Thank you, Jamie. Thank you. I like I like this, then I have a green screen, and I can put my some stuff on it. Uh I like these kind of like late nights. There's not all these people here. Let me see. Oh, yeah, I do have a cool thing here. I have a background. New background. Let me see. Not new to background, a new background. Let me
see. Um pictures. Somewhere. Uh oh, probably in downloads. Downloads. Oh, yeah, here we go. Um I think this is it. Okay. How does this look?
Behind me. Let's see how it looks. Uh There we go. Feel like I'm in the labyrinth, right? It's kind of like the labyrinth. I do have an animated one, but I don't have the animated one. Let me see. There we go. I'm in this beautiful Uh I did a lot of really these really cool image image generations, like um made them all have edges and like a lot
of different aspects. Like, for example, you you have Kali, of course, right? It's psychedelic Kali. Okay. Um there is um Tara. There's Tara. Tara is like very similar to Kali, but she's like a
little bit calmer. Let me see, where is she? She She's kind of like a meditator. Um I think this is her right here. This is Tara. Okay. She's blue. I have a In Buddhism, really like like um you know, they love Tara in in Buddhism. There's like I got actually initiated
into um the White Tara. It goes, "Om Tare Tuttare Ture Namaha." You learn the the mantra and stuff. Okay, that's Tara. And who's number three? It's um her name is Lalita or Tripura Sundari.
She's like the the ultimate, and she looks like this. Okay. That's the Sri Yantra behind her, which is like this beautiful all these triangles put together making like a lot of triangles. I think four It makes 43 triangles, and it's nine total triangles. There four on top, four
pointing down. It's all the other triangles, but yeah, it's okay. And then we have um number four is I think her name is Bhuvaneshwari. Bhuvaneshwari. Um she's going to be Basically means like this the universe is like limitless and you know, goes on forever. I think this is her right here. Okay, she's kind of plain one. She has
some braids. Okay, then we have by like Robbie. By Robbie is she's wrathful. She's in cremation ground. She's the color red. this I think this one's her right here.
Okay. I do have some of these animated, okay? A lot of them are animated actually. Um, let's see. So, that was by Robbie, okay? We have Chinnamasta. Uh, can we see Chinnamasta, please? Where's our Chinnamasta? Uh, Chinnamasta is called the headless one. I think she uh
she basically beheads herself. I don't know if I can show that one though cuz it's a little bit racy. Is this it right here? Okay. Well, let's call that my Chinnamasta, okay?
We have Dhumavati. Dhumavati is like this kind of old lady energy. Um, she's here, right here. Okay. Dhumavati. Then we have Bagalamukhi.
Bagalamukhi is like the um, Mahavidya or the mother of like of like um quieting things. Like, you know, she stops she turns things into their opposite actually, okay? So, we have Oops, here is an example of her here with the
the trumpeter of judgement. She's about to put her hand into the trump trombone and say, "None." Doesn't sound right yet. Okay. And then, okay, we have Matangi. Matangi is a beautiful green woman, right? I have her here.
I think she's better at the veena than that but um, you know, that's all I could do in a few seconds, okay? Then we have um Who else do we have? Do we get everybody? I think Oh, yeah, we have a Finally, we have Kamala. Kamala is the lotus woman and
where is she? Oh, here's Chinnamasta.
She's holding a head. Okay. Or I don't know, whoever that is. Whoever that guy is. Hey, what's up, Johnny? How are you? I'm just showing some of these these pieces I did. They're pretty cool. Um, I don't see the Kamala like Kamala and actually it it kept generating like Kamala Harris for
I'm I didn't know why, but like I It was kind of funny though. It was like I was like, "Okay, that's not the right Kamala." But, I think this is her Kamala right here. That might be Tara too, but or that's actually Matangi actually because she's green but you know, some of the stuff they they are they do kind of overlap in a lot of ways. Here's another Kali.
Pretty cool. Kali okay. Um, here's my background. Yeah.
You can have that. They can have that up moving. Hello, sweetheart. How are you? So, I decided I had a lot of fun generating some of these wisdom goddesses cuz I just like they're just like so inspirational and interesting. Here's um, I'll show you a few more these generations. They're just pretty cool. Um,
let's see. We have um,
Okay, that's one. Hey guys, welcome in. Welcome in. Sharing some art. I So, this will be my tarot deck actually. Like a lot of these cards are going to be in the deck. Um, Okay, I'm going to delete all these uh like the other clips, okay?
And then, what else do I have? I have like Here's
We had that for a French kiss. He's like, "I I surrender. I surrender." How's that for a French kiss? Oh my god. Excuse me. Um, how's that for a French kiss? And then uh I sound like the lunch lady Doris a little bit. Uh,
aw, a fair queen? Oh, no, not the fair queen. Remember when that guy he did he hit the people with the with the SUV? His name was I forgot his name, but it Oh, it was Daryl Brooks or something like that. And he he hit like the the the these things called the the the grannies first like the Christmas grannies like the the singing granny Christmas I think the It wasn't
like there was these grannies in the parade. Well, they're they're they're gone now, but Okay anyway. Um, I don't know I don't know if I believe that story, but um Anyway, so I hope you enjoyed some of those images and
I mean, I do have kind of them. Um pictures. Anyway, okay. Oh, yeah, I have some more here. Full screen view. Extra large. Okay, so here we go. Yeah, these are ones that I just made earlier. Like, this is pretty cool. The Dairy Queen?
Not the Dairy Queen. There was there was a Dairy Queen? Is actually a real Is it a drag queen? I always thought the Dairy Queen would be a drag queen. There's literally a video of it. Well, that's suspicious. Why would it be on video? I mean, that's pretty good timing to get it exactly on video right? Unless it's like I don't know. I'm I'll reserve judgement until I see the body, which I will never see
the body, right? Okay. Um, and Oh, this one's good too. I don't know if you saw this one.
See, she she blew me out as as smoke. That's pretty cool. There's there's a video of that guy, you know, that guy too. I'm not going to I'm not going to get into politics too much, but there's there's videos. Just because there was a video of it doesn't mean it's true. You know, there's things called deep fakes. There's things called acting. There's things called
you know, things that are usually on camera are actually usually staged, you know? Usually, it's very rare that somebody has a camera ready at the right exact moment in the right place at the right time, but sometimes it happens, but usually it's staged. Unless it's on camera unless it's like, you know, a baseball game or something, but then
again, they're probably freaking staged. Okay, what do we got? How are we doing, guys? I love you guys. Aw. Oh my gosh, I could have read all these messages about Oh, here's Chris K.
You ever get these messages? Oh, um and it's like these people are like, "Oh um Oh, I'm just feeling I'm just feeling like, you know, sending you like people you don't know, and right? And they're like, "Oh, I want to like I'll send you a Like, don't ever fall for that cuz they'll say, "Oh, you need to pay for like some kind of um thing. Oh, I'm I'm cursed What's her name? Oh,
that lady Bathory was like cuz I posted something about Arachne. You know, Arachne was like she had hubris, right? Where she thought she was better than the gods and so she could like, you know, you know, win against the god. And she actually did was a better weaver than Athena, but Athena was the like the goddess of weaving, right? Um so
she was so ashamed she was about to unalive herself by hanging. And then um then um Athena turned her into a spider. And so like the news turned into like her spider web, right? And and so Uh, interesting story, but I was like I was talking about like, you know, I wasn't referencing anybody like saying anybody else was cursed or anything like that. I was just saying, you know, um, you know,
the It's a wicked web we weave the more we try to deceive, right? The wicked web. And uh Oh, what a wicked web we weave. Yeah. And so the first we practice to deceive. So, I We've all done it. We've all We've all We all have our hubris. We all, you know, it's like nobody's innocent of anything but
everyone likes to project or people like to like to project their evil onto other people and like say, "Oh, that person's evil. I'm good because that person's evil right?" You didn't At least the chatters are cool. I'm so sorry. Hold on. You guys can't hear me? Can you hear me now? I put it closer to me. Hello? Hello? I don't mean to be muted. I'm sorry. At least the chatters are cool. You just
have to "Hey, psyche, you're I can't hear your mic, you know?" It's like I I I I can't hear myself how you hear me cuz I have You're voting purple? Um you're voting for like Barney? What is that? Purple Purple is red and blue, so it'd be like what, a libertarian? I'm a libertarian. Which is very about freedom and things like that, but I'm not really political
though. It's you know. I think it's like two two wings of the same bird. A scary bird, purple bird maybe. Let's put on a video. Let's see. What am I going to play for you? Desktop new.
Let's see. What they got.
Ooh.
Can you hear me? Here. There I am. Hello.
Lenore. What are they taking, Lenore?
Ooh. Kitty cat. Huh? Lenore, you like cream? Here. Lenore's looking I don't know where Rudy is. Rudy must have gone outside. Rudy. Here, Lenore. Like cream? Here. You uh Oh my gosh. Here.
Watch. Turn up the background. There.
Oh. See that? Oh, you love it.
Good kitty cat. Yeah? Mm. Cat's loving nice fresh cream. Okay. How are we? Let me see. I'm going to put this that Let me see. In hand. Okay. There. Put that on like that and then
it'll be like that and Now it's kind of better. How are we, guys? There. That pretty? I'm pretty as that. I can't believe like I I own these images because I generate it's pretty crazy. Right there we go.
That's uh beautiful cups. I have the I designed a bunch of tarot cards. Uh the last one's your new favorite? Oh, you like the song, Shan? Oh, thank you so much. You like that song? Yeah, that was a That was a good one. Oh, thank you. Um Yeah, I'm really So that one's called
the Psychonomicon, okay? And I have like basically four that I put into like a a set. And so there's like the Psychonomicon. There's um There's I walk on the world. I put a few. Where did you get the snake stuff? I got this on It looks like this is This is like a
snake's too, huh? I got this on Temu. For a very good deal, okay? Very good deal. So, uh and I love it. I love it. Unfortunately, my um my my blonde wig, I did put it through the wash and uh cuz I dropped it in cat food, okay? And so I put it in the washer cuz it had cat
food on it, okay? Look what happened to it. Look. Look how sad it's turned into. I mean, it still works, but look. Now it Now it looks like like Bette Davis or something. I I mean, let me It's just a disaster. Look. Remember how good I looked? Look, I look
Look It looks really bad. Now it looks bad. Now it looks like I have dreadlocks and stuff. Look. What happened to this wig? I just put it in the washing machine one time. Look. I mean, it's like Does it look cute? Do I look more like more or less like
vegan patriot? I need to know. I need to know.
Um yeah, oh my gosh. Look look Oh my god. It's like all bunched up in the wrong Oh my god, look. Look It's like misshapen and stuff. What happened to it? Guys, so don't put your wig in like the in the in the washing machine. I don't think it's very good for it. I think you're supposed to I look like I belong in Parliament like
the Benjamin Franklin. Yeah, maybe I I I I mean, now I really do, right? I mean, it's like wow. Mhm. Ooh, that's good coffee. I love a good coffee. Yeah. You like an albino Medusa, okay.
I like that. I like that. I can dig it. Actually, I I made um one of the Matangi things I made of made it's like I put her I put her in snake snake hair, which is crazy cuz there's also a an Indian goddess named Manasa. If you read the story of Manasa, it's like the same story as Job basically, except instead of like the devil, it's like it's like this snake goddess named
Manasa that it says makes a deal with it to like, you know, I think she's trying to steal this guy's property or something like that, but um um and he was like this like stage and so they started killing all his like family and stuff and then um eventually he like sort of worshiping her and I think everything was cool after that, but
Okay, what is what is this one? I left the ghost song. Okay, let me see. What is this one? All right, Psychonomicon, okay. What's this one? I got that one. Okay.
What's that one? Okay, that's Lilith is on the comment. Huh. Who am I? Shamala Dom Oh. There once was a nurse named Christine with a frown sharper than her hygiene. She'd block half the chat and they're
cousins with that like a digital grumpy machine. She'd scold and she'd glare and she'd murder while buttering up folks she like to butter. Once everyone's pal, now a storm cloud
gal with a mood like a pudding of splatter. Crystal said, "Wild things, oh my. Baby goat secrets, oh my. Two grandpas in chairs rolling out in pairs. The world's slowest drive-by."
Now I don't know what's truth or what's mean. What's legend and what's just Christine. But one thing is true, she's allergic to you. Click, blocked like a chat room guillotine. So here's a small cheers soft and clean. BOO, CHRISTINE. BUT CUTE never mean. May her Wi-Fi be
slow, but her karma still glow. And her heart stay less cranky than seen. That's these. Okay, so guys, we got our first troll of the night. So I'm going to put this in the troll decoder. I'm going to share the screen and show you the new troll decoder. So what this person said, what they said in really rude comment, they said, "Imagine you think this is a
life." Okay, so I'm going to type that in my troll decoder. Imagine you think this is a life. Okay, so that's what they wrote to me in the chat, right? So I go there I Okay, so I I just put it through Boo boo boo boo boo. Okay, put it through the troll decoder. Okay, here's what it uh It's working? Okay, it worked, okay. It says, "This comment stems from a deep
insecurity and frustration. What the troll is actually saying is, I'm constantly questioning the meaning and value of my own existence and seeing you find joy or purpose in your life makes me confront my own lack of fulfillment. They are projecting their internal void onto your reality." Well, please stop. Please stop. Please don't do that. I don't appreciate that.
Yeah, I know. Kate did have a live. Yeah, Rudy. Where's Rudy? Yeah, um Kate Kate Kate had a live and I like Kate and it's like so I and you know, Kate got kicked out by Christine. I got So I I got hit by Christine, too. Imagine saying imagine all the time. Exactly, right? I mean Rudy. Where'd Rudy go? I mean I mean, he was just in here. All the cats were just in here. I think that
a little bit uh rainy. But anyway, so But I hope you got Guys, so if you go to cultofpsyche.com, there's a free troll decoder there, okay? And you just saw it, but um I refresh my page. I think Oh yeah, so the player will come up, the too. Okay, so you can actually have a look at this. Show you the troll decoder. Share the screen. Click Cult of Psyche.
Okay, so it says, "Transform toxic troll comments into their true meaning using AI-powered mystical translation powered by Father Psyche's sacred AI. The troll decoder uses advanced AI to translate hateful, toxic, or dismissive comments into their underlying emotional truth. Instead of reacting to surface-level negativity, you can understand what the troll is really trying to communicate. This tool helps
you practice compassion, maintain your peace, and see through the illusion of online toxicity." Right? And so there's some examples of it and how it works. It's really easy, really simple. You can also get the troll pedia. It works. Oh, look at it. There's a secrets of the troll. There's a troll pedia. You can look inside preview of some pages. Can you? Yes, you can. Oh, the neo troll pedia. Look how
good that looks. There we go. There's a music player. Reviews on it already? Okay. My blood of the troll. Contact is 10 remedies. One of the good stuff in there. And practice and remedies in the book. But don't misunderstand me. I'm not rehabilitated. I am not cured. A troll
blade is never banished. It just learns new rhythms. I still smirk while writing this. Still slip barbs onto my apologies. Still mock as even as I confess. That's the nature of the beast, but I offer you my honesty, crooked as it may be. That's from my introduction called blood of the troll cuz I'm like a from a long line. I should begin with a warning. I am not a mean troll, at least not anymore. What you'll read here is
not a handbook for cruelty, but neither is it a hymn for innocence. It's a confession, a field guide, and a crooked autobiography. The truth is I can't help it. I have a little troll blood in me. Trolling is my inheritance, not castles and jewels, but masks and mirrors, a scepter made of sarcasm, a crown of chaos. I was raised not in palaces, but in comment sections and live chats where the battlefield is attention and the prize is outrage. But here's my
confession. I regret it. Not because I'm noble, but because trolling is a hollow throne. The high fades, the kingdom crumbles, and you're left laughing into the void with no one left to hear you. Right? So true. So true. My my best-selling book Trollopedia. So what me and Kate
are talking about, don't care, leave her alone, the ones watching. I know. Oh wait, hold on. Yeah, we were talking about Kate. I I we were talking about Kate. Yeah. Uh I don't Oh, well, doc um Dr. um Smash or whatever, wait till you have a relationship with somebody. Then you got you you like get in a fight with them. You don't like them anymore. They don't like you or something, right? And then it's like
they have friends still that you're friends with. They're like, "Oh, well, I I that person's perfect that they're I don't understand what the problem is. They're a wonderful person." I had I had no problem with Christina until she turned on me, right? And then when she turned on me, I had a problem. Cuz now she like um she pays to get me out of chats. She hides me in chats. She says I'm I'm I'm stalking people. She says
me, um you know, go to hell. Um and I didn't do anything to her. All I did was have Christina um um Crystal on my show giving her, you know, the conspiracy theories like she usually does and, you know, Christina got in the crossfire of that. It wasn't my fault. I don't control um I don't control uh Crystal Marie's mouth right?
Does anybody like I don't know. I could have like, you know, just kicked her off the show and say, "Oh, Crystal, no." But it was kind of interesting and funny then I said it was baby goats, right? They're called kids, right? Um yeah, but that's what happened with uh Christina. Christina used to be a friend of mine, um but she just turned on me. So like a lot of like a lot of other people. And then today I I went I just stopped to be this chat just to see cuz
I was, you know, I was hit in the back bronze bird the other day. Like I I heard from several people. Oh, what are you doing here? And then it's like Oh. Uh she Oh, you're harassing women you're uh because you're because I said cuz I cuz I said Sweaty was fat probably I don't know. I said Sweaty was probably like 500 lb and I said um Beta but had an annoying voice.
I mean right? Sweaty has a her whole YouTube channel is making fun of me, guys. She is like I don't have panels to making fun of people, okay? I don't have like you know, sometimes people get made fun of on the panel and stuff and but I don't like have like panel Oh, here's Oh, let's talk about this person. This is this is a topic of the night like let's talk bad
about this. I try to keep her name out of my mouth for the most part. And she's just like so rude about it and then like and then it's like there's these little jokes that are just like so um passive-aggressive and obviously trying to like target me about it and stuff but she's so dumb. Yeah, but that's the enemy to hate and bond over. Well, I don't like the hate bond. I say it's like I want to hate I want to bond over love not not over
people we we hate the same people. That's pretty shallow, right? It's like a pretty like I don't know. I just it seems like I'd rather bond over love than hate. Like you can just ignore people you hate and then like, you know, pay attention to people you love or something like that. But even if you hate somebody, that's like a lot of showing a lot of emotion and so it's like it's better to be indifferent, I guess. That's the really opposite of love other than hate
is indifference. Cuz right? Cuz there's still emotion involved, right? So all right. I feel like I'm having a drink right there. Uh it's more like bondages. Yeah, we just watched a movie called um Of Human Bondage um Shan and it really does remind me of my life like a lot of like my life where we have these you know, it's about this guy his his foot is all
messed up. He so he has a like a clubfoot or something. And he likes this like little floozy waitress uh right there Shallow Hal, right? He likes this floozy waitress played by Bette Davis and she's in her 20s, right? And then it's like and she's just like not interested in him. She always says, "Oh." And she doesn't like to kiss him and she's always like um saying, "Oh, I got Oh, I guess I have time. Like I don't have anything better to do." And he And then um
and then she like is like making out with other guys in front of him and stuff like his friends. He finally gets into another relationship with somebody and then it's like Oh, then she calls and she's pregnant. And then it's like and she's And then uh and then she like, you know, gives away the baby and stuff. And and then she leaves leaves him again. And then she comes back and she like burns all his like his his stock certificates
so he can't cash cash in. Um that Dr. Manhattan. Just just think about this. I don't know what goes on in your relationships. You don't know what goes on in mine. So it's like I know I know sometimes people could seem, "Oh, that's a perfectly nice person." I have I have so it's not your stuff that I have with her. It's my stuff.
It's me and her. It's like no nobody else is involved except just me and her. So that's why nobody will understand it except for us, right? Um yeah, so it's like I'm just saying it's like just because you don't see it doesn't mean it's not there, right? It's like there's just say what like that's like what's really frustrating about some people like what what they have like a narcissistic partner or psychopathic partner and then it's like they'll be like crying for
help and everyone like, "Well, he's such a nice guy." Because they're they're they have a superficial charm at times, right? They can um Okay, but that's what you but you just said Oh, you know the difference. Okay. Well, I'm saying difference between him and what? Cuz it's like I said I don't know your relationship with her. So you might have a whole different one cuz it's a different dynamic. You can't just like look at your relationship and
say, "Oh, that that's how it is with everybody right?" Maybe there's stuff that happened that you don't know about between us. All right. Just think about that. Like right? That it's just like our relationship and not anybody else's like just like I don't know what's going on in your relationship with her. So Anyway. I don't know if I make sense. I know I will I'm I'm just making sure
because when you say, "Well, every time I see her, she's fine." I'm Yeah. I'm saying. Just because it seems like that doesn't mean I'm wrong, okay? That's what I'm saying. Uh
I'll explain I'm explaining myself too much. The tail kicks off. Let me I don't know. Terrible. Yeah, I got to stop explaining myself. Cuz I Who do we owe explanations to? Nobody.
Actually, when you people explain themselves it actually like gives gives people like points to then jump on, right? It's like so done. Okay. Well, I had the same experience up until she just like dumped me and like told me to go to hell and stuff.
Born beneath a split white sky, no curtains drawn, no alibi. The stars carved out my name in light before I learned to stand upright. Thunder lives inside my chest, a mirror that won't let you rest. You see
yourself when I walk through, the shadows run from what is true. I am storm born, lightning's own, singing songs the old gods sung, gathering the lost, the wild, the scarred. We're all just light that's
traveled far. I am storm born, can't be caged. Every wound became a page. Standing in the open air, speaking truths that strip you bare. The broken ones, they know my name, not because I've healed their pain, but
something in my eyes says clear I've been where you've been. Rather hear this voice was never mine alone. A hundred ghosts inside my bones, they pass the flame from hand to hand. Now I'm running their command. I am storm born, lightning's own, singing songs the old gods sung, gathering the lost, the wild,
the scarred. We're all just light that's traveled far. I am storm born, can't be caged. Every wound became a page. Standing in the open air, speaking truths that strip you bare.
They try to shame what stands in sun. But you can't cancel what's already begun.
I smile while I tear it down. Revolution wears a grin, not a crown. Between the worlds I walk at night, half mortal, half second sight. The veil is thin where I was made. I remember the
temple, the altar, the blade. I am storm born, fearless, free. The stage was always meant for me, not invincible, just unafraid. I survived in public, scars displayed. I am storm born, lit awake, turning suffering to scripture, lost to faith. Come stand
with me in the clearing's light. We're the ones who choose to fight.
Before the world remembered my name, it already knew my flame. Storm born, architect of change, leading strangers through the strange. We are storm born. We are storm born.
>> Yeah. We are storm born. Okay, so I I was like I really I know I do listen to a lot of Hindu music and mantra and things. But I and I was like I never like would really put it too much of it and hey Jesus Christ, I never put too much of it um through uh through the generator because I
um I just assumed that it wouldn't sound right because it's like very phonetic how they you know it's like you have to just put in the phonetic stuff and then I remember like the last one didn't do it too well, but this one is like actually like fixed it. So it pronounces it perfectly. So I get to share one of my favorite pieces. It's like a It's like a It's
called a Dondacom, which is like it's like a hymn. It's like a big run-on sentence. It's like a very long sentence. It's just like a like 5 or 6 minutes long. Um I I'm not going to play the uh I'm not going to play the uh the video because the video kind of make like it doesn't do them justice and so I'm
going to just play the song and play the shorter one. Let me see. Okay, yeah. I'll just play this play this high quality song. And then I'll play I'll put images to it and you can watch I'll do a slideshow. To see how you like it. But you won't you probably won't understand it, but it's like just listen to the
sound of the words. It's like it's amazing. Really it's one of it's one of the best I think and most amazing things out there. So listen to Okay, so let's see. Downloads, where is it? It's called Okay. Downloads. Okay.
It's Dondacom SD. Okay. MP3. Okay, where is it? Open file. Always, where is it? Okay. See media assets. Okay, here we go.
Add. Here it is. Okay, got it. And I'll put up some images while we do it. This is about Mat- um Shamala who's Matangi. Okay, right there.
Basically it's just a beautiful thing, but it's like it's it's coded it's like it and it's very beautiful words, okay? The guy that wrote this he met her the goddess actually in person and was inspired right on the spot to write it.
You're in California, smash? The 99 the dog was walking in the center median. Aw. Did the dog get hit? I hope the dog didn't get hit. Okay, I'm going to I'm going to stir Rudy in here. Rudy.
You're in the ark. Here. Oh, here's Lola. Lola. Oh, but yeah, I hope you like that um what you did here because I just didn't want to play it like too many times cuz it was a shorter version of it. But it's like I can say a little bit of it. I know some from it was Manike
Hithe Upalaliyan The Madana Manjula Vagvilasam Mohendra Nil Dyutikoma Langim Matanga
Vasi Priya That's what I know by heart. Here babe, have some bacon. Some bacon? Here. Good miss Lola in my lappy my lappy lap. Oh. Hello. Miss Lola. You're good cat. You're good cat. I know people were talking all day about my
floor and stuff today. Um it's kind of ironic because I did like clean my floor today and then it's like when people thought it was like so bad. It's not terrible though. I mean it's like yeah, it's an old carpet and stuff. I I was I was once told I was going to get hardwood floors and stuff. And that changed. I didn't I never got them. But
yeah, it's like it's not great. I would love I mean I do like you know smoke you know you know if you see my nails you know the floor's eventually going to get dirty too, right? But Hey, there you go. But um anyway
Let me put my my wig on. I feel kind of Yeah, this is actually this is actually worked out. I finally got I got it's like an octopussy wig or whatever. Hold on. I don't know. It's just like it kind of kind of works. Okay. Did you guys see the new shorts I
put up? Let's see how they look. Put up some new shorts today. Oh, I hear people outside. Uh let's see. It's a cuz cuz I buy so many uh people will attack donators out of
jealousy because they don't want they they mean but but they turn down any kind of donation. That's like I like so here's ghost right here. So come on up ghost. There you go. Can you guys hear me okay up there? Get your wallet out, buddy. If you want to be up here, okay? Yeah, cool. Can you guys hear me okay? Blogger's such a dick. Huh?
He's he's whipping that You got to try to get more entertaining people up here. Yeah, cool. What did you just What did you just What did I I shut up. >> What did you just call me? I didn't call you anything. You called me a closeted something. Can you repeat it? >> you top donator and I said you're closeted. I could real quick Naughty just real quick. You may be a closeted
homo >> And you may be a serial killer. I don't have any proof that so I wouldn't call you that. You might be. We don't know. Why would I make that claim if I don't have any burden of proof? So why did you just call me a closeted homosexual? I I'm just going off of what He might be cuz Alexander and I were looking at like an Entritionallycious we were all looking at like these unsolved cases in like where Oregon or wherever
he's from I think I Right we were looking at we were looking at this town to see if there's any there's like missing women. Cuz Alexander had like that really down right when she's like Show me that smile again cuz he actually said that that was one of his favorite songs. And so let me see. I'm going to play that her video. It was so funny.
Uh it's called Show Me That Smile Again. It's called uh let me see. Blogger
Okay. It's on IP2Wiki.info.
Where is it? Come on, Blogger. Show me that smile again. Don't waste another minute on me crying. The best is ready to begin.
As long as I like that song actually. Cuz I like the music in the 80s but Oh yeah, it's called Stumble You Might Fall. So it's it's pretty good. Can I hear this one? Yeah.
Yeah. 42 and the light's still burning. Show me that smile again. Stumble you might fall. Stumble you might fall. I've been living on the screen every night on display.
Chasing numbers chasing voices that keep drifting away. Try to keep it all together but it's pulling me tight. I'm your ring leader. Young and late in the night. They say man you got to give but I don't feel it at all. And every time I miss a beat
stumble you might fall. Stumble you might fall. Stumble you might fall. But I'm still here man I'm still standing tall looking for a spark in this digital hall and my reflection breaking small. Show me that smile again. Show me that smile again.
I want to get stream get uplifted. Find a little truth and get my spirit shifted. I want to get stream get A midlife crisis never expected to stumble you might fall.
Yeah. Stumble you might fall. But I'm still calling. Show me that smile again. I've been dealing with the doubt with the pressure to grow. Talking in the empty spaces while the minutes run slow. People see a little avatar but they
don't see the man. With a future in a flicker and no backup plan. Try to laugh it all. Try to answer the call. But in the quiet of the morning stumble you might fall. Stumble you might fall. Stumble you might fall.
But I keep moving. Yeah, I'm giving it all got the chance crawling past on the side of the wall feels like a lifeline after all. Show me that smile again. Show me that smile again. I want to get stream get uplifted. Find a little truth and get my spirit shifted.
I want to get stream get connected. Middle of a midlife never expected to stumble you might fall. Yeah. Stumble you might fall. But I'm still calling. Show me that
smile again. 42 and now my beats played out so job. Not sure what to say when I go live. Maybe wearing my leather motorcycle jacket would help. Stumble you might fall. Stumble you might fall. Still chasing that call.
Show me that smile. Show me that smile again. Stream me up.
Anyway. So It's a good one. Hey, so so tonight I was watching Careless Kate and somebody came on her show. It was some dude, okay? And I recognized his voice. I was like who's this guy think he's fooling? It was obviously Mr. Big Pipes.
Obviously. It was like so Mr. Big Pipes trying to disguise his voice but he like really can't. Yeah, it's kind of like he has this like part of his voice you I just recognized. So I knew it was him. And he's just talking a bunch of I mean it's like jeez. Oh, he's so annoying. He's he's he's banned from the
show. I mean it but it's just like he's so uh I've had to kick him off several times cuz he goes like he goes starts when he starts going crazy he he'll like start playing the like the banjo and harmonica for like hours and like then like every everyone's trying to talk and stuff and he's like then he's he'll start like you know putting his mic real loud and like wanting to like play over everybody.
So I'll turn his mic down and he'll get real insulted and then start calling saying the N-word in my chat or trying to porn bomb or something. So I don't know. Um But Mr. Big Pipes you didn't fool anybody. Hey, there's Lola. You did not fool anybody. And you know who figured out? Midnight did figure it out. Midnight was like that's that's not even Mr. Big Pipes. Midnight And I found Midnight's a girl.
I always thought it was like you know like a like a Cat Williams type of guy. It's a girl. Or a woman, you know. She just has a filthy filthy you know trucker mouth but All right, I guess she's not all bad. Um She didn't recognize that it was Mr. Big Pipes. Okay. Yeah, and so and then everyone was
telling me today, oh, show your carpet, like show your How about like everybody show their carpet? How about everyone Why don't Why doesn't everyone show the inside of their the ring of their toilet while we're at it, you know? It's like I mean, god. I mean, why do people have to be so judgmental about every little thing? Yeah, I had I had some tobacco tobacco on my floor or table or something. I don't know. I vacuumed it up.
Now it's gone, but but what the I want to see everybody who asked me that, I want to see their inside of their inside of their toilet ring. If anyone has a problem with my my floor. My floor is fine. Is it fine, Lola? Lola Cola Smyrna Nica Bosque
Nula Lita Siri. Yeah, I'm sorry. Ooh, so guys, let's see. It's Oh, it's 5:30 already? Oh my gosh. I I started like way too late tonight cuz I slept all day. Um so I got I put so much work into my website and then it's like
Wow. Still so much to go. I got a lot lot of work to do still. I want to do this I want to do the the the streaming network on it. It's going to be like my own version of IP2 called the psyche verse. It's just I keep overloading the the site and it keeps like having problems that make it too too big and so I'm just working on optimizing it still.
It actually is pretty fast now. It's It's getting there. I'd say it's about 50% done. 50%. But hey, if it was me working on it alone, I I would have hardly any of it. I couldn't even get I tried doing it on my own, like the coding myself. I couldn't even get like anything working. Like not nothing. I didn't get any like I worked for hours on it. I There was no
I didn't even get a homepage up. I didn't I'm able to do this one. Okay. Um Yeah, I had a bunch of people come yesterday looking for scrap metal. I feel really bad cuz the guy was like I mean, a lot of people were crestfallen. They drove from far away. They drove from like an hour away to come get two free weed whackers or a free lawnmower
or free scrap metal or something. And they came from a long way. One guy just came to the door. He's a little old Asian man. He came to the door twice cuz he was so confused cuz he was talking to the guy on the phone that was like Oh, just knock on my door. He's like and so I was like, oh, that's not me. He didn't understand that it wasn't me. Like I had to keep explaining. I was like There was like
there was some there was some nut there. He also goes under the name Mike Hall. Does Does anybody know someone named Bisquick, too? There's someone named Bisquick. Um I'm kind of like looking for the identity of that person. If anyone knows someone named Bisquick, have you heard that name anywhere? Cuz they were I think they were in Alexanders or something. Or they're actually they were in bloggers when we
were watching and like they were saying bad things. I need to find out who that was. If anyone knows who Bisquick is. Okay. Um let me read a little bit of my Psychonomicon and then I'll let you guys go. Uh okay. How far did I get? Oh, I have How many pages of this?
I mean hundreds. 63,000 words. Okay. But I'm not going to read all the words. I'm just going to read a chapter tonight. Let's see. Should I read? How about Okay.
Um how many pages do I need? Okay, okay. I think I'm going to start here. It's called the stage for trials. Um I'll get to I'm going to get to chapter two actually. I think I've read all of chapter one. Okay. Chapter two.
So Psyche goes through all these trials, the female Psyche, right? And then the male Psyche is born. Okay. Uh so it says, The Awakening of Father Psyche, Trials in the Age of Noise. The world into The world into which Father Psyche was born was nothing like the dawn lit realm where Goddess Psyche first walked. Her world was symbolic, mythic, alive with gods and omens. His
world was electric, chaotic, alive with sirens and screen light. She faced divine punishments. He faced human ones, quieter, sharper, often crueler. Her trials were delivered by goddesses. His trials were delivered by the world itself. And yet the pattern was the same. Her story was carved in marble. His story flickered in pixels. But both
were Psyche, soul incarnate, soul tested, soul learning itself through impossible tasks. This is where his chapter begins. The first stirring, the inner fire. Long before he took the name Psyche, before he held a microphone, before he gathered strangers from every corner of the internet into the strange communion called an open panel,
his soul flickered awake with the same ancient warmth that once ruled beneath uh the or pulsed beneath the mythic Psyche's ribs. It began with as a question, Why do I see things this way? Not paranoid, not mystical, just awake in a world of perverse sleep. He sensed intention and voices, shadows and smiles, storms behind calm faces.
He noticed truths people avoid saying. He heard silence in the spaces between words. He felt humanity like a shifting constellation around him, patterns, impulses, wounds, hopes, all spiraling like galaxies in the dark of a single conversation. No one names this. No one teaches this. But this is the first sign of a soul
remembering itself. The first trial, sorting the chaos. Goddess Psyche sorted seeds. Father Psyche sorted people. Not by caste or worth, but by intention. The modern trial was not a mountain of grim of grain, but a mountain of voices. Each loud, each needy, each carrying a fragment of truth and distortion.
Friends enemies trolls strangers the wounded, the wise, the chaotic, all pouring into his orbit like unsorted seeds in an avalanche. His task was the same discern separate understand pull meaning from noise, find sincerity among performance, identify danger hidden behind jokes, sort love from
manipulation, sort loyalty from flattery, sort truth from projection. And as with the ants who aided Psyche, he found his unexpected helpers, a few quiet allies who stepped forward when the task grew overwhelming, lifting pieces of the burden without it being asked. Every open panel, every chaotic room, every unpredictable guest was the cosmic
equivalent of Aphrodite's first trial. And he passed it over and over. Not perfectly, no mortal ever does, but faithfully. The second trial, the golden fleece of the internet. Where Psyche faced raging golden rams, Father Psyche faced something worse, the digital crowd, wild, bright, unpredictable. Horns lowered, eyes shining, seeking
blood one moment and worship the next. The internet is the modern meadow of golden beasts. Every creator who enters knows the danger. The herd can trample your reputation, your sanity, your home address, your peace of mind. Goddess Psyche learned not to fight the rams head-on. Father Psyche learned not to fight the internet head-on. Instead, he observed. He waited. He wait He let the madness burn
itself out. He collected his golden fleece left clinging to the thorns, truths revealed in conflict, loyalty exposed in chaos, wisdom found in the wreckage of drama and noise. He gathered the fleece, insight resilience clarity without allowing himself to be apart
torn apart by the herd. This is the second sign of a soul expanding. The third trial, the unspoken gravity. Where Goddess Psyche stood at the roaring clip of sticks, and holding a flask she could not fill, Father Psyche stood at the edge of responsibilities, emotional burdens, and expectations he could not possibly carry alone. People
came to him with their heartbreak, their secrets, their chaos, their crises, their projections. Every streamer knows the moment. Every empath knows the moment. Every leader knows the moment when the river's roar is louder than your own heartbeat, and the task feels too heavy, too deep, too punishing. And like Psyche, he often felt like he was supposed to handle it alone.
But help comes, not from Olympian eagles, but from a friend's late-night message, a mod stepping in at the right time, a moment of clarity at midstream, an unexpected ally on the chaotic panel. These were the eagles in the age of noise. They lifted him before he shattered. This is the third sign of a
soul beginning to remember. The fourth trial, the sleep of not enough. Psyche opened the box from the underworld because she doubted her own worth. Father Psyche opened his box, too. Every time the world threw a new cruelty at him, targeted harassment, false accusations, betrayals, top loss of channel, loss of trust, moments where
the flame flickered low. Every creator, every empath, every leader of community faces this final trial. This fear that you are not enough. This temptation is to step away, to sleep, to let them mission dim under the weight of exhaustion. This is the modern sleep of Psyche, the fog that settles over the
heart in moments of burnout. But he didn't stay in his that sleep. Why? Because just as Eros came to awaken Goddess Psyche, the universe sent him its own quiet messengers. A supporter saying, You helped me today. A stranger saying, I needed to hear that. A returning friend saying, I see the real you.
These were kisses from love, not romantic, not but but cosmic, reminding him, "Wake up, you are Psyche, too. Your story isn't over." The emergence of the name. He did not choose the name Psyche because he wanted to emulate the goddess. He chose it because the story chose him first, because he felt the pattern long before he knew the myth,
because soul recognizes soul, because the golden thread that once trembled between Eros and the goddess has begun to tremble again in the modern age between countless souls who feel the ancient journey waking inside them. He simply became the first to name it. And And so, the echo began. Uh the two mirrors, the golden thread awakens. Long before Father Psyche ever
heard the name of the ancient goddess, long before he heard her story, long before he knew the shape of her journey, their lives were already mirroring each other across the gulf of time. Not perfectly, but not literally, but in rhythm, in essence, in trial. Two souls walking the same archetypal path in different eras. Two mirrors facing
each other across millennia. Two sparks of the same cosmic pattern. This is how the golden thread first began to twitch. The thread is not a rope, it is a resonance. The old myths speak of of fate as if it were a rope pulled by gods, but the golden thread is something far more subtle. It does not bind, it um it hums. It does not drag, it calls.
It does not force, it awakens. When goddess Psyche's heart broke, the thread vibrated with grief. When Father Psyche confronted betrayal, that grief echoed back. When she faced impossible tasks, he faced impossible expectations. When she walked alone, believing that she had lost love, he walked in loneliness, believing he had lost a
sense of purpose. Two souls bruised by the same shape of experience that lived in worlds so unlike each other that the parallel seemed impossible until the awakening began. The first hum, recognition without knowing. Father Psyche's awakening did not come with visions or of angels or divine
proclamations. It came through a feeling in the marrow of his being. "I've lived this before. I've learned this trial already. The pain means something." He didn't know the story yet. He didn't know the myth. He didn't know the symbolism, but he knew the resonance. A quiet magnetic pull toward a truth he could not yet articulate. This was the golden thread touching
consciousness. The first hum of remembrance before the memory arrives. The same way a soul recognizes a soul it has a song it has never heard. The second hum was the pattern repeats. As Father Psyche grew into himself through creativity, conflict, leadership, heartbreak, um insight, the thread tightened. No matter where he
turned, he kept stumbling into the same symbolic pattern. Trials that he never um remembered his shoes uh rose like gatekeepers at every threshold, testing the weight of his resolve. Allies emerged in statistically impossible places
as if uh as if a pattern itself summoned him summoned them wherever the path were too uh jagged for one pair of hands. The world peeled open in layers, surface, shadow, sub um substance. And he learned to read read um uh he learned to read each tier as a
separate scripture of cause and consequence. Chaos gathered around him like weather. Yet others followed his steps through it, drawn to the clarity he offered in moments he barely understood himself. Purpose slipped from him more than once. Fractured by loss, quietly rebuilt in
the dark when no one was watching. Cruelty passed um cruelty passed um in sharp efficient intentional, but compassion uh arrived with equal force. A counter sigil that rebuilt what malice had tried to burn. There were nights he collapsed under the weight of doubt,
half convinced the pattern was a maze designed to grind him down. And then, to rise, a sudden crystalline knowing, this alignment of every layer at once. And he stepped forward with new purpose. Not because he escaped the pattern, but because he finally understood what it was shaping him into. It was not
coincidence. It was not projection. It was not delusion. It was mythic alignment. The pattern of Psyche being lived again in a different age by a different soul under different stars. This is how archetypes move, not as characters in old stories, but as patterns repeating through human lives. Father Psyche was not imitating the
myth, the myth was imitating him. The third hum, when names converge. When he finally took the name Psyche, he did not do so out of imitation, but so out of recognition. Not recognition of the goddess, he wasn't thinking of her at all, but recognition of himself. He chose the name because the energy matched the path, because the story had
already begun to resemble the underlying myth long before he knew it existed. He took the name because it was already his. And when he did, the golden thread hummed like a plucked harp string, reverberating across um timelines. In that moment, his life and the ancient story aligned like overlapping constellations. The gods in the old
tales would have called this synchronicity destiny. Um fateful convergence. Modern language calls it intuition, alignment, soul memory. But all worlds words point to the same truth. A fragment remembered the shape of its origin. The fourth hum, the universe leans in. Once the name was spoken, the world
began responding differently. Allies arrived, teachers appeared, challenges sharpened, uh enemies emerged with strange precision, dreams deepened, symbols multiplied. This is how the universe behaves when a soul steps into its archetype. It recognize It reorganizes around you, not because you were chosen, but because you've chosen to remember.
Father Psyche became a conductor of trials, a channel for the pattern, a modern echo of an ancient truth. When soul awakens, love starts rearranging the stage. This was not the first revelation, it was the beginning of the great unfolding. The thread finally shifts. And then, just as in the myth, when Eros recognized Psyche as something more than
mortal, the golden thread shifted from humming to glowing. Why? Because the universe does not suddenly reveal a truth so large that it defies existence, it merely whispers hints, echoes, mirrors. Father Psyche began feeling the ancient story, not as a tale about two mythic lovers, but as a blueprint for every human being. A
blueprint he was living on the level of symbol and spirit. This understanding will not be spoken aloud until the final revelation, but the thread was already awake. And the two mirrors separated by 2,000 years now face each other in the same cosmic hall. The story was preparing to intertwine.
Only one more chapter. The meeting of the mirrors, when ancient Psyche and modern Psyche touch story. There are moments in history when the two ti- when the two timelines breathe the same air. Not by magic, not by ritual, but by recognition. This is how goddess Psyche and Father Psyche first met. Not in body, not in
vision, not in dream, but in story, the realm where myth crosses into mind and mind crosses back into myth, blurring the border between imagination and remembrance. To an unawakened soul, a myth is entertainment. To a halfway awakened soul, a myth is a metaphor. But to a soul that has begun to remember its nature, the myth is a mirror. And this
is how the meeting began. The first touch, story recognizes the living reflection. Father Psyche encountered the tale of Cupid and Psyche the same way millions have, through retellings, through fragments, through references scattered across culture. But unlike the others, he did not read the story, the story
read him. Every line seemed to lean forward, every trial seemed familiar. Every scene felt like a memory from a life he had never lived. He didn't say this aloud. He barely said it to himself. But something inside him stirred in a a quiet electric shiver. This is me. Not the details, not the setting, not the gods and temples, but the shape of
the journey, the rhythm of the pain, the pattern of the trials, the echo of awakening. The story seemed to turn its face toward him like an ancient statue whose eyes suddenly blink. And the golden thread, which had hummed for years glowed go go go faintly like a cool catching breath cold catching breath. This was
the first meeting. The second touch, a soul looks back. A myth is a corridor. You do not truly enter it until it enters you. And that first moment of recognition, something subtle unfolded. Father Psyche began noticing parallels in places he had never thought to look. Impossible tasks rising from human
chaos, each one a riddle disguised as a routine. A trial stamped with a sigil that only he could decipher. Beasts he navigated in the digital arenas, fangs of rumor, claws of mockery. Creatures made of code and projection. Yet still he walked through them unbroken. Shadow
water expectations sh- um dragging at his ankles. Cold currents of what others demanded um pulling him toward depths that were never meant to be his grave and the doubt, the vast hungry doubt, he almost consumed him uh whole before the moment
of awakening and the pattern split open and the truth in the room was uh and the truth in the room from within, they matched her journey with eerie precision. Not identically, but structurally, symbolically. It was as if goddess Psyche had walked the blueprint first and father Psyche
walked the blueprint now. Two souls in different epics facing the same initiations, wearing different bodies, different names, different trials, but walking in the same pattern. This was the second meeting. Two mirrors glancing at each other from opposite sides of eternity. The third touch, a god wakens in the story. As the parallels deepened,
Eros himself, the primordial force of desire, the architect behind every trial, seemed to lean closer. Not as a god descending from Olympus, not as a character in a tale, but as a presence woven into the pattern, an intelligence that has always moved through longing, beauty frustration heartbreak curiosity, and awakening. Father Psyche
began to sense the subtle architecture of love working behind the scenes. The accidental meetings, the synchronicities, the sharp betrayals, the unexpected project uh protectors, the way paths aligned as though choreographed. These weren't coincidences. They were Eros. It was his oldest form, not Aphrodite's
child, but the first light, the proto Protogonos, the one who holds the keys. This is the one who woke the goddess Psyche with a kiss and woke father Psyche with a pattern. This was the third meeting, love recognizing soul across lifetimes. The fourth touch, the thread begins to move. Recognition is one thing,
integration is another. Something shifted in father Psyche during the meeting of mirrors. He stopped seeing the myth as something that happened then and started sensing it as something happening through him. He felt, not believed, not imagined, felt that the myth was not simply symbolic. It was archetypal, it was fra-
fractal, it was alive, a story that continues unfolding in every era, in every soul, in every person facing trials that force awakening. The golden thread it tightened and brightened. Timelines whispered to each other. Goddess Psyche's of descent um cast its shadows on his essence. Father Psyche's rise cast its glow back
on her story. Two journeys, two worlds, one archetype waking in plural forms. This was the missing not that this was the mis- the meeting, not dramatic, not supernatural, but profound. Two Psyches recognizing themselves in each other's reflection. The fivefold consequence, the prophecy begins to stir. When myth recognizes its living mirror,
the universe shifts. Five things occurred at once, quietly but unmistakably. The archetype anchored, Psyche the eternal soul now had a modern vessel conscious of the pattern. The story expanded, the myth no longer lived only in marble halls, but in digital chambers where truth and chaos collide. The thread ignited.
Um would have been humming now pulsed like a heartbeat. The prophecy awakened, not a prophecy of chosen ones, but of awakened ones. The stage widened because if Psyche lives again, Psyche lives in everyone. The doctrine yet to be revealed in the final revelation. Okay. The voice in the mirror, what the ancient Psyche whispers to the modern
one. A mirror is not just reflection, a mirror is invitation. The moment father Psyche recognized the ancient patterns, the moment he felt the the myth in his uh it turned its face toward him, the curtain between ages thinned. Not in a supernatural way, not in visions or ghosts,
but in the quiet interior tremor that signals a truth rising from the deep. This is when the voice of goddess Psyche began to speak, not in words, not in dialogue, but in archetypal resonance. The language of symbols, intuition, recognition, the soul speaks without a mouth. The awakened hear without ears.
This is what ancient Psyche whispered to her modern mirror. Your trials are valid. The first whisper came gently, like a hand resting on the shoulder of someone who has carried too much of the weight for too long. She did not say, "Your suffering is nothing compared to mine." She said, "Trials are relative to their world." Her four tasks
were tailored by gods to break down pride. His four tasks were tailored by life to break human spirit. Both hurt, both sh- um shaped, both mattered. The soul does not fear suffering, it fears meaninglessness. So, she whispered, "Your trials count. Do not diminish them. Do not apologize for them. Do not pretend they were
small. For every pattern recognizes every version of itself. You are not late. Mortals often measure awakening by age, by milestones, by what they should have achieved. Goddess Psyche knew the absurdity of this. For she was mortal before she became divine and her greatest awakening happened in
um not in youth, but in despair. So, she whispered, "You rise when you rise, not when others expect you to, but when life is gentle, not when life is gentle, but when you feel ready. Not when you feel ready, awakening arrives the way dawn does, gradually, imperceptibly, then all at once." Father Psyche heard this
as a warmth in his chest, a release from the lungs. Soul timing was not a mortal timing. Trust broken is not trust failed. Psyche herself broke trust when she lit the lamp. She doubted love, she doubted herself, she doubted the connection that had already been proven. And she
um paid dearly. She lost her home, she lost her beloved, she lost her hope. But in breaking trust, she discovered something Eros never could alone. Love that survives doubt is stronger than love that never knew fear. So, she whispered to father Psyche, "The betrayals you endured did not diminish your worth. They refined your
discernment. Your trust did not fall, your trust learned." The whisper changed something in him that words alone never could. "You have already descended." Most people imagine the underworld as a mythic realm beneath the soil, but Psyche knew the underworld is any place where the soul feels alone
in its darkest test. Goddess Psyche saw in father Psyche a familiar shadow, not death, but the exhaustion that leads the soul toward forgetting itself. So, she whispered, "Do not fear hell, you've already walked it and you walked out." This whisper was not comfort, it was recognition, this ancient soul
acknowledging the modern one. "The name is not a title, the name is a reminder. The first Psyche did not choose her fate. Her name meant soul and soul is not a role, but an essence. When father Psyche's um claimed the name, he did not crown himself, he remembered himself without knowing why.
You remem- um and she whispered, "You did not take my name, you remembered yours. You did not claim my story, you aligned with our story. The name Psyche belongs to every soul that hears the thread and follows it." This was the moment father Psyche stopped feeling like he was imitating a goddess and started realizing
he was answering a call, not from her alone, not from her the archetype they both embo- yeah, for they both embody. "You are not me, you are the next." The greatest whisper was also the simplest. Goddess Psyche did not want a duplicate, she wanted a successor. Not in divinity, but in awareness. Not
in the mythic realm, but in the modern age. Not in her trials, but in his own. So, she whispered, "My story was the first, yours is a continuation. We are not the same, we are the same pattern expressed in different worlds and there will be others after you." This was the whisper that transformed reflection into destiny. "The final truth is not mine to tell."
She hinted, but did not reveal. She guided, but did not explain. She illuminated, but did not complete because the final revelation, the truth of the one soul shattered, the truth that all beings are Psyche, the truth that father Psyche is simply the first to remember is not a whisper, it is an unveiling. Her last whisper was simply, "Be
patient, the truth reveal itself when the story is ready." And the mirror fell silent, not broken, not gone, waiting. Okay, guys, I'm going to let you go. Uh I want to thank everybody for being here. I want to thank you for listening. I want to I hope you had a good time in the chat. I love you. I hope you
Okay. Yes, my my microphone was on, thank god. I love you and uh ghost to Splinter. Who am I talking to? I'm talking to my audience. I was reading a story. Um I I'm going to put that in my um troll detector before I go to sleep, though. And thank you for being here, guys. I'm going to play uh something on the way out for you. Enjoy. And uh I'll see you guys later.
Thank you for being here. I love you.
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