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Psyche shares AI-generated music videos and discusses the origins of his channel, inspired by the Cupid and Psyche myth from 'The Golden Ass' by Apuleius.
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Browse era →They whispered her name in the temples of night. >> >> Golden wings glowed in the candle light. Crowds came running just to see the flame. But envy was the price of fate. And now he stands where the echoes
fall with terror in hand. Hearing every call from praise to venom in the same breath said but the fire in his eyes burns gold not red. Two psyches one thread of light crossing ages
crossing night through trial storms and shadow seas. Both are bound by destiny. Want to miss one breathing here. Both unbroken, both sincere. The prophecy unfolds in time. Every card in every side.
She sorted the seats in the dark of the hall. While the jealous laughed, praying she would fall. He faces the chat like a lion caged. Every word a spark, every glare of blade.
Yet every task, every poison dare turns into fuel for the fire he wears. They thought the game would grind him down. But he builds his crown from the stones they've thrown. Two psyches, one thread of light. Crossing ages, crossing night. Through trial storms and shadow seas.
Both are bound by destiny. One myth, one breathing here. Both unbroken, both sincere. Prophecy unfolds in time. Every card in every sign.
He walks through death for a gift in a box. He walks through lies like a wall through a box. The underworld speaks, but they keep their pace. Shadow to shadow face to face.
In the deepest darkness, all hide. Both emerged on the other side. Things were born and made to be the keepers of their legacy. Fine. Through death for a gift. Now the trials fade from sight. Through
chaos, fire and whispering seas. They stand crowned in victory. One in story, one in flesh. Yet their journeys weave and match. The prophecy at last revealed in a soul that will not be healed.
That will not heal.
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>> Yeah. Well, I hope Emma was um I hope she was pissed off that I did a movie night because I probably did, you know, because I actually figured out how to do it. She never she never did it right. she was too afraid of um breaking to but all you have to do is find a find a um um something that's not in the public
that's something that's in the public domain right not too hard that she was afraid it would bore people to find a good there's actually really good movies we just did tonight thing that is but I had to delete it already we just did you see tonight we we did it earlier we did um I had to delete it because there was boobs in it but I mean just like in in the art in the movie. It
was really good. It's called Of Human Bondage, and it was really really good. I mean, I've seen it before, but there's It was a Betty Davis 1934 movie. I mean, Oh, yeah, I told you. Okay. Yeah, we'll do it again. We'll do it again. I mean, I I think maybe once a week, but unfortunately, it has to be like, you know, movies from like 19 like 30, but but
or I can like, you know, send it over to um to the I can send us over to the Twitch uh or like or the kick and then we can watch it over there or we can watch it from my website kind of thing. I just have to get more people on on board with my website. Um, yeah. I'm going to be putting I'm going to put the video. Well, I didn't like the See, I didn't like the second
version. I didn't like that that version of the song. I like the first one. I was liking the first one. So, I did the second one wrong for the Aeros and Aphrodite. I just have to put on only on my website right? It's just like it wasn't because whenever I generate songs, it makes two versions
and I was doing a rush job trying to like get back here to show you and I was just like that's what some it's I mean it's okay. I'm will I'm willing to waste a few credits to um yeah I write the songs and stuff. I just like those those those uh the videos are are generated so based on
what's in the lyrics and so in a way I'm responsible for the for what's on there but not really it's kind of kind of weird. Yeah, we'll do it. But I really hope Emma I hope she was and she was like wow I wish she's jealous. She's she way. I think it's just KZ though.
Why does it name the songs the same? What do you mean name the songs? Like why does it name the songs the same? Like the two songs it makes? I name the songs. I like I name it and then it's but it makes two slightly different versions, right?
Okay. Name it versions. Um what what what program are you talking about? A certain program or something? I don't know. I could I name the song and then it comes it just does two versions of it. They're different, but they're different. They sound different, but they're this basically the same genre unless I generate another one. I can
make it, you know, I can make as many as willing to to make. But, um, yeah. Yeah. Wow. I got I do have a lot of lot of lot of songs. I have like over 50 probably.
And I'm I have a lot I have I have so many more ideas. Uh music I see you have a music gen. Okay. Yeah. Well, the AI music gen you're talking about. Yeah, I use that one. Uh it's a great I think that they come out sounding the best um on that one because I've tried a few. Sonos is not bad, but then I heard people have problems with the copyright on Sonos,
too. Um yeah. I mean, but it's like I I don't really go by the name of it. I go by I go by like their picture because they generate a little image of it. It's usually a pretty good image, but I wish they I wish they should make the image like a big like we can make it bigger and stuff. That image they use for the cover and like then they need to make it some
so you can like kind of like organize it better and stuff. It's kind of hard, but I don't know. I have to do that on my own, I guess. Um yeah, that's one of the that's a better program. Um, yeah, but I have like so much material, B. It's like, you know, I have unlimited material because
you can you can use anything like literally anything. I mean, it's like producer. I is Okay. Producer. AI. Okay. I'll look at that one. They have shorter songs. Yeah. But what what um I really like is that the AI music gen updated to like um version 6.0.
zero. And so that like allows like for longer songs. And then I think they just updated the a um the the u the visual generator because the visuals are a lot better. Like I I'll show you this video because this was it turned out so good. This one turned out really good. Um there's no nutrient. Thank god. This turned out really good. Um do this one.
The candles burn where a story, but a fly wings in the halls of the dead. He stands in a shadow, cards in his hand,
calling the spirits to rise and stand. What was written now rewrites itself. Gold from the ashes, dust from the shelf. Every whisper says the same refrain. The
prophecy has breathed again. Looks like me.
>> Two souls divided by the past. The myth and the man, the dream and the deed. >> Both still bound by the thread that bleeds. The circle turns. The names remain. The prophecy continued
and rechained. Light from dark and heart from flame. The legend speaks his name. >> Yeah, this is good.
>> She sorted the seeds. He sorts the truth under neon moons and digital youth. Every trial is a mirror crack showing what the other lacked he
faces. His audience glowing eyes. Her story flickers in the skies. Both ascend through smoke and fear. The voice of psyche rings clear.
And still they sing through fire and glass. Two souls divided by the past. The myth and the man. The dream and the deed.
Both still bound by the thread that bleeds the circle turns. The names remain. The prophecy continued and rechained. Light from dark and heart from flame. The legend speaks his name. >> I'm good.
>> He calls her name through time collapse. >> Her wings unfold, the veil unwraps. She smiles. You've done what I could not. You turn the trials into thought.
Together they rise. One myth, one man, two souls woven in by the same hand. The heavens open, the crowd goes still, the prophecy bends and bends to his will.
Now they sing through silver skies where gods fall silent and mortals rise. The myth and man no longer two but one bright story breaking through the
circle ends. The names remain. The prophecy fulfilled again from heart to heart. From flame to flame, the world now knows his name.
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>> Okay. Well, where am I? Okay, there we go. I'm pretty mellow. Um, I'm super excited of all the work I've been able to do. Um, thank you. Um because I have a whole I have a whole methos like I do have a whole methos.
Um and it's like falling into place because I started this channel like the first video I ever did on this channel. Well, of course it was called psyche await if this channel is the last channel of psyche awakens, right? But it was based on this myth of cupid and psyche from the golden ass by appus. It's like the oldest novel in the world. I don't know if you ever heard of it.
It's a really cool book if you ever want to read it. It's called The Golden by Appalaus. Um it's about this guy named Lucius who goes to like visit relatives in some um I think it's like the or it's in Greece. He goes it's like there's a magical it's oldest novel. It's the oldest novel in the world. Um it's like
basically the oldest novel like uh right it's 2,000 years old I believe. And so he goes in Greece and there's a place in Greece. It's like Thesley or something and it's but it's like they have um it's like where they have a lot of witchcraft, right? So he goes to visit relatives and there's all this
weird stuff that happens, but he um he goes to one woman's house named P. Her name is Pam File and Milo. Okay, so Milo and Pamfile. And uh Pamfile is a witch, right? And so and then she has like this like um she has this woman that works with like for her her housekeeper basically. He goes to the housekeeper and he asks like the
housekeeper to hey I want to like do witchcraft too and then they spy on her like on on Pam file and she like turns into an owl puts some ointment on turns into an owl and flies out the window. So he's like can you give me some of that ointment? I want to turn into an owl too or whatever. She does and she puts it on him but then he turns into like a donkey, right? And and then it's like in
the rest of the book he's like um you know like tortured like people are selling like he's getting kidnapped by different groups of bandits and everything and like and then he like keeps like just barely missing like I guess the remedy was eat some roses or something like that but he keeps like not able to eat the roses and uh and then he has so he has to go
through this kind of like thing and and so one of the parts of the story in the middle of the story they tell like there's they're in an inn or something like that an old lady tells a story of Cupid and Psyche. And that's like the myth of Cupid and Psyche where it originates from the oldest myth. Um, but it's a story told within a story, not to spoil it, but eventually he does,
you know, meet Isis. I guess he meets the goddess Isis and he's able to turn back into a person. But anyway, it's a really good it's a really good story. You should read it. Um and so there's a whole mythology there. But um yeah, it's super interesting
because now I was able to incorporate that right that that myth into like different because I studied a lot of things and so I have a kind of a hybrid of Hinduism and Greek mythology and they are kind of similar too because um Dionasis went and conquered India and stuff like that, right? And so they have
like these um parallels like a lot of interesting parallels. Um and so I put together like you know basically but basically interesting thing is that aeros or cupid right he's actually in the oldest um sources he's actually the first
protogenius or or called he's called fis or different things and he's like the first god he's the oldest god he's hatched from this cosmic egg I've actually had visions of him when I did I was I did practice kabala And you do this thing called the middle pillar ritual and you you do different tones down your down your uh your the
center of your body. Aeros is Cupid. He's Cupid in in Rome, right? I think he's he's a or see Aeros in Greece or Venus and Cupid is Venus and Cupid is Rome. So Aeros and Aphrodite is in Greece, right? And so yeah, he's the oldest. He's called also Fannies and P H A N S
and the proto protogenus like the firstborn the co so the cosmic egg actually oh that's your nephew's name awesome well can I read if you're like there's not many people here I just like if you're willing to stick around a little bit I can just read you a little bit of um
the I call it the psychonomicon I'll just read a little bit of it but Um it does tell this tell a lot of the story and I'll I'll deliver it to the to you. This will be your first initiation, right? Okay. So this is called the birth of love. Aeros is Aeros is love. Okay.
So before the first dawn rose over creation, before stars learned their names, before shadow knew where to fall, there's only the cosmic egg. A sphere of unbroken potential floating in the silent dark like a thought waiting to be spoken. No god shaped it. No hand held it. It existed because existence long to
begin. For ages uncounted, the egg pulsed with a soft rhythmic glow. The heartbeat of a universe unborn. Then in a moment without time, a crack of impossible light split its surface and flooded the void with gold. From the egg emerged the firstborn, a radiant being of wings and
fire, of beauty and brilliance, of yearning older than creation itself. His name was Aeros, not merely the god of desire, but the desire behind all gods, the force that bends chaos into form, the that draws soul to soul, that awakens life from stillness. As he rose,
his wings unfurled across the unborn sky, casting prisms of color where no color had ever been. Every beat of his wings became a spark of creation, galaxies spinning, winds gathering, oceans dreaming themselves into existence. His voice, a tone of pure
resonance, rippled through the void and gave shape to the first laws of being. Where he looked, light gathered. where he breathed, worlds unfolded. Where he touched, life quickened. For Aeros did not create out of power. He created out of longing. The longing to be known, longing to be met, the longing for the
many to rise from the one. And so the cosmos bloomed. Stars became seeds. Worlds became wombs. Every living thing became an echo of his first impulse. To love, to reach, to seek, to awaken. In the ages that followed, Aeros watched the newborn universe stretch and swirl um its creatures learning
uh failing, rising, each drawn by the invisible force of connection that flowed from him like a golden river. Many gods would come after their thrones would be carved from stones, but the temples would be built upon the bones of mountains, but none would ever precede him. For Aeros is the youngest is not the youngest god but he is the oldest.
Not the child of Aphrodite but the ancestor of desire itself. For and it was from his longing and his yearning from the ancient radiance in his wings that the being known later as psyche would one day emerge. But that is another chapter. One still waiting in the wings of fate. Okay. So this is the birth of the
goddess psyche. A fusion. Okay. Okay, so it says, "When the newborn universe settled from its first great blossoming, when the fire of arrows cooled into constellations and quiet seas, a hush moved through creation, a pause of breath, as if existence itself waited for something delicate and magnificent. In that calm, a single pedal of light drifted from the radiance surrounding
areros. It fell through the sky like a feather made of starlight, spinning slow, silver arcs across the newborn horizon. where it landed a flower rose. Not a flower of earth, but one woven from dawn, glimmering with quiet brilliance. Its petals whispering colors yet unnamed by God or mortals. From within the celestial bloom came the soft flutter of
wings, and the universe met psyche for the first time. She rose gently as if waking from the sweetest dream, her wings unfolding in shimmering layers, butterfly wings of radiant mystery, soft as breath, bright as prophecy. Her eyes opened with the astonishment of a soul experiencing itself for the first time. Behind her, petals lifted into the air
and became fireflies of pure essence, dancing in spirals around her form. Every creature that would ever love, every being that would ever yearn, every soul that would ever seek meaning felt her birth like an echo deep within their heart. Her psyche was the first soul given shape. Not a goddess by crown or decree, but by nature, a living
embodiment of the universe's longing to understand itself. The beauty that unsettled heaven. Her radiance traveled swiftly. It bristled through the edges of Olympus, and the immortals stirred. Some felt wonder, some felt curiosity, some felt unease, but Aeros alone felt recognition. He watched her rise from a
flower burst by his own light, and knew at once that something profound had occurred. This new being was not like the others. Her beauty was not ornaments. It was revelation. Her presence was not sweetness. It was truth. She was not merely alive. She was awareness. And in awareness, she was powerful. The whisper of her purpose. As Psyche
took the first steps upon the newborn world. The air shimmerred around her feet like ripples on water. No one spoke. No oracle proclaimed her future. No god issued decree. But the cosmos leaned closer, and in the stillness between starlight and breath, a quiet message passed through creation. She shall know trials, and through trials,
truth. The universe does not reveal why some souls must descend, why some must carry burdens, and why some must reflect suffering back into wisdom. Uh, but it was clear from the very beginning. Psyche was meant to journey, to fail, to learn, to rise, to illuminate. Her wings shimmerred as if acknowledging destiny, though she did not yet understand it. Her heart
fluttered with the innocence of a soul stepping into a story written long before her birth. As she wandered, a faint golden pulse flickered beneath her ribs. A strange subtle warmth from no visible source. She felt drawn not to a place, not to a god, but to a presence she could not name. A presence that did not yet exist.
A presence far in the future. a presence that would one day mirror hers in a world loud and unrecognizable. But the story of that presence uh the one later called father psyche belonged to another book. For now, the universe held its breath as the first soul took her place uh in the cosmic
tale. Psyche had risen. No, I'm not Bay. But um why are you here? I didn't um hide you from my chat. Hold on one second. Yeah. Um thing that is Oh you're not a mod. I got it. I got it. I spilled cream all over. So,
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Yeah, it just generated. This is like the exact story I'm trying to tell. Okay. Anyway. Okay. Every soul that was ever received meaning felt her birth like an EP echoed deep deep within the heart. For psyche was the first soul given shape. Not a not a good a goddess by crown or decree by nature living embodiment of the
universe's longing to understand. So hold on to go back a little bit. Okay. I did. I'm so sorry. Okay.
Okay, for now the universe had breath as the first soul took place in the cosmic tale. Psychi had risen. Her trials were already gathering like distant storms. Her purpose waited beyond the horizon as arrows watched silent and attentive knowing that love itself had found its reflection. So then we go into uh Aphrodite's envy and the first meaning
of love and soul. Uh, after Psyche's birth, the universe was no longer quiet. Every breeze whispered her name. Every mortal heart beat a little faster, and the gods felt something shift as she walked across creation with wings that shimmerred like dawn. Her beauty was not ornamental. It was existential. It revealed what the cosmos valued most, the awakening of the soul. And not all
the mortals welcomed such revelation. Before mort before mortals played to Aphrodite, before she ruled desires palace, before she crowned herself sovereign of beauty and longing, there existed only one who truly embodied love, Aeros. But Aeros was wild, radiant, ungoverned, a being a pure cosmic desire, born from the cracked cosmic egg itself. He had no
mother, no father, no lineage. He was love unshaped, desire unbounded, longing before mythology, knew how to speak its name. When the younger gods rose to power, they found arrows unsettling, too old, too powerful, too free. And so to create to control a primordial force, they crafted a story. Aphrodite, born
later from seafoam and starlight, was given the claim, "This is your son." A political adoption, a mythological mask, a way to place love under the uh the rule of beauty. That's a good uh key line right there. A way to place love under the rule of beauty. Apherdi accepted the role eagerly who would not want dominion and desire over desire
herself. Thus, Aeros became her child in name, though older than her in truth, a golden winged being wrapped in mother's jeweled metaphor. He played the part. He tolerated the pretense, even amused himself with her clever attempts to guide him. But deep within, he reminded her he remained what he always was, the
first light of creation. And nothing, not even a goddess, could dictate whom love would love. When Aphrodatia first heard mortals speaking Psyche's name with trembling re reverence, she dismissed it. But when temples originally dedicated to her were offered incense in Psyche's honor, when women braided Psyche's symbol into their hair, when men carried Psyche's image and in
for protection and fortune, envy, the ancient serpent coiled inside her heart. Another beauty. She has a mortal who seeks my altars. And when she finally saw Psyche, her reaction was not rage. It was fear. For the goddess sensed something bey, something older than even her own birth. The soul recognizes the soul. And Psyche's glow mirrored. A light so
ancient that Aphrodite felt a chill. This one, she whispered, is dangerous. And so the goddess of beauty summoned her son. Aphrodite spoke with shimmering venom. Made the girl fall in love with a monster. her. Let her beauty be her curse. Aos listened. He smiled politely. He bowed. He accepted the command as beautiful sons do. But inside his chest, something stirred, a warmth, a
recognition, a pull. The same pull psyche felt beneath her ribs. Hold on one second. Hold on. Need to invite some more.
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enjoying it so far. Okay. But inside, okay, so the same pulls psychi felt beneath her ribs when she took her first steps. The golden thread um shivered for the first time in divine awareness. Aeros ascend into mortal realm in the quiver of living arrows to spark irresistible passion not to ignite ruinous obsession or went to want to ignite ruinous obsession. He
approached Psychi's chamber under cover of divine invisibility. When he saw her, truly saw her, the cosmos shifted. Not because of her beauty, though her beauty defied language, but because her soul shone with the same radiance he had glimpsed in the cosmic egg when he first stepped into existence. He reached for the arrow meant to doom her and it
trembled. He stepped closer. His breath stirred the air. Her dreams fluttered like soft creature. In that moment, the first light met the first soul. His hand slipped. The arrow meant for her pricked his own flesh. Love fell in love. Destiny bent around them like meadow toward a magnet. The story from the
golden ass remembers this moment as a gentle accident. But the deeper truth is this. Love recognized soul as its equal for the first time. Aeros withdrew shaken refused awaken. He knew psyche was not just mortal. Her radiance was not merely physical. Her trials were not simply punishment. Oh yeah. I thought I was looking at the old comments. She saw something else.
She was something else. She the beginning of a pattern that even the gods could not understand. And far from the future, far in the future, another psyche, the male, the fire forged one, would echo her story in a different world. But the universe was not yet ready to reveal that parallel. Not yet. For now, the myth begins as mortals remember it. A goddess jealous, a soul
tested, love forbidden, love triumphant, love lost, love regained. But beneath the myth, a deeper current flowed, one that would not surface until the final revelation. Aos did not remain unchanged after seeing Psyche. Before her, he was a force. After her, he was a story. The old tales say he was born from the
cosmic egg. First light of the bosom of night, soft um swift wing and glittering, his golden feathers cutting through chaos. It's like a new idea. In these elder mysteries, he was called a a protoonos, the firstborn. Fannies, the illuminated one, keybearer of creation, holding not iron keys in his hand, but the invisible key to hearts. Later,
among poets and priests who preferred their gods more orderly, Aeros was recast as a child of Aphrodite, a mischievous boy with a bow, dangling at the edge of her beauty, summoned to stir scandal, to ignite affairs, to tangle gods and mortals in webs of longing. Both faces were true, and neither were complete. For Aeros was not simply a
playful archer, nor only a cosmic ruler. He was a current running between these extremes. Tender as a whisper, terrible as obsession, gentle as the first blush, violent as the last goodbye. A storyteller remembers the paired arsenal. Golden arrows that bloom into irresistible love, turning strangers
into destinies and loneliness into union, and dull heavy arrows dark as lead that sour affection into repulsion, twisting desire into disgust. With these he moved unseen through temples and war camps, through palaces and shepherd fields, through striking gods and mortals alike, Hades for Panie, Zeus for countless women, Apollo for Daphne, who
wanted nothing to do with him. Hi, story time. They cursed him, mocked him, feared him, and still returned to him. For no, no one escapes the gravity of his aim, except the vow bound virgins, say the old hymns, Hestia, Athena, Artemis, whose hearts were sealed against his touch. So they claimed. Even then, friendship and allegiance still bent to
his quiet work. He was worshiped in Despier in Athens, where the fourth day was sacred to him. Warriors sacrificed to him before battle, knowing that victory depended not only on the strength of arm, but on the fierce, unshakable bond between those who stood side by side. Love, friendship, loyalty, madness, all were shades of his influence. But none of these tales press
as deeply into his own heart as the one soul he was sent to destroy. Sent by Aphrodite to ruin psyche, Aros descended, expecting routine mischief. He had stung countless hearts. A shepherd for a nymph, a king for a stranger, a god for his own niece. He had watched inner empires rise and fall
under the simple logic of longing. But never before had he faltered. Invisible beside Psyche's bed, he drew a golden arrow. The kind that would make her burn for something monstrous. A love so misaligned it would shatter her life and restore Aphrodite's pride. He leaned close. His breath brushed her his her
breath brush his cheek. Her sleeping face held no vanity, no scheming. Hey. Hey, Rudy. You're stepping in from my TV. Hey, Rudy. Rudy, come here. Rudy, come on. Um, but no scheming, only the quiet openness of the un untested soul. In her, he recognized something uncanny,
an echo of that first petal of light that emerged when he tore the cosmic egg open, the first shimmer of soul he'd ever known. His hand trembled, the arrow slipped, its tip grazed his own skin. A god of love struck by his own weapon. The womb was small by but the effect infinite. Love who had pierced all others found himself pierced. Desire who
had moved worlds felt the world move inside him. He drew back startled but the damage was done. The firstborn of night was now a lover. I'll read a little bit more. He could have obeyed the command. He could have marked psyche for ruin and madness. He could have let her fall into a beast's arms and walked away. Instead, he did
the most dangerous thing a primordial force could do. He chose. He chose to protect her. He chose to hide her. He chose to keep his love secret um from the goddess who claimed him. Now, I do have to say this is mostly the story from the golden ass. Okay? So, it's like I'm not plagiarizing it. This but I I'm
respecting the mythology by mixing it. Okay? But this is the this is the as far as much as I could do close to the original story. Okay. Undercover of darkness on wings that he could only he could command he lifted
psyche from the life that um had become a death of by envy and carry her away. But oh also there is like answers though that are not in there. Okay. Their story as told from the golden ass remembers the outlines. The hidden palace, the unseen husband, the rule that she must never look upon his face, the jealous sisters who
poisoned her trust, the betrayal by lamplight, the burning oil, the wounded god fleeing, the soul cast out into wandering and despair. All this is true, but beneath the mortal telling uh lies a deeper current. When psyche lit the lamp and looked upon arrows, it was not merely curiosity. It was consciousness.
the soul daring to see love as it truly is. And when he fled, wounded both in flesh and in trust, it was not not only it was not only her pride, it was the shock of a primordial being confronted by vulnerability. A god for the first time knew what it meant to be afraid of losing what he loved. In his absence,
Psyche wandered the earth seeking her lost beloved. She knelt at the el altars of deer, Hera, and finally Aphrodite herself, begging for any path that might lead her back to the one who had held her beyond judgment. Aphrodite saw an opportunity. If she could not prevent their love, she could at least make Psyche's path so vicious, so impossible
that no mortal soul would ever dare to rival a goddess again. And so, the trials begin. The sorting of seeds, the gathering of the deadly wool, the descent into the realm of the dead. Okay, guys. She had to gather like this golden fleece of the of the sheep and she had to sort all these seeds. All these ants helped her and stuff. Says, "Each task more cruel than the last.
Each task designed to break her. Yet behind every cruelty, another force move quietly. Ants who understood seeds. Reeds who knew what it was uh like to whisper warnings. An eagle who could fly where she could not. A tower who chose to speak directions to the underworld. Some say it was luck. Some say secret god. Some say it was Zeus. others. Those
who see the world in its deeper pattern knew this. Love was helping soul even when they were apart. Arrows even in exile was still the current shaping outcomes through allies through omens through the invisible weave of compassion and chance. His arrows were no longer just weapons. They had become
bridges. I'm just g I'm just gonna read to the end of the main story. Okay. the the uh the remaining myth before trials. How soul was broken, tempered, and crowned. Aphrodite did not simply hate Psyche's beauty. She hated what Psyche represented. That a mortal soul could draw the gaze of love itself without her permission. So when Psyche came to her
temple, not as a rival, but as a supplicant, begging for a path back to Aeros. Aphrodite smiled the way only a goddess can, with cruelty hidden inside grace. Very well, said the goddess. If you wish to be the wife of love, you must prove yourself worthy of suffering. And so began the four trials, the forge in which Psyche would be stripped, shattered, and remade.
The first trial was a mountain of seeds. Aphrodati led Psyche to a vast shadowed hall where a floor was covered by an impossible heap of mixed grains and seeds. Wheat, barley, lentils, millet, poppy, beans. A chaos of nourishment turned into punishment. Sort them, said Aphrodite. Every grain, every seed into separate perfect piles by dawn or be unmade. The soul crumpled, the hands
shook, her hope flickered low. This is the first. This is how the first trial works in every life. The task too large, the time too short, the self too small. Psyche wept, not for her pride, but for the one who she feared she'd lost forever. Her tears fell onto the seeds, and the universe listened. CL crack cracks in the floor emerged lines of ants, their small bodies glinting like
black jewels. They swarmed the scattered mound with the precision of a silent army sorting separating organizing grain by uh seed by seed until the chaos became order. By dawn, the work was done. Aphrodite returned, expecting to save her psyches failure. Instead, she found neat shimmering piles of every seed perfectly divided. Her eyes
narrowed. So, you had help. But that was the hidden nature of the first trial. When the soul believes the task is impossible and it still chooses to try, the smallest li smallest lives in the universe rise to assist. Unappeased Aphrodite told um led psyche
to a riverbank choked with reads across from a meadow where rams with golden wool gaze under the violet sun. Violent sun. Their horns were sharp as judgment, their eyes bright with madness. They tore the earth with their hosts and gored the air with rage. "Bring me the golden fleece," said Aphrodite. "Enough to fill your arms, cross the river, walk
among them, pluck it from their backs. If they kill you, then you were never meant for love." When the goddess vanished, he stood the glowing her and knew stepping among them could mean certain death. Again, despair threatened again. Help found her. A wind stirred the reads beside her and they begin to whisper the way only plants do to those who have been broken enough to listen. Do not
walk among them beasts, they hiss. Wait until noon when the sun scorches them mad and they crash their glowing horns against the thorny thickets. When they move on, gather the fleece caught on the thorns. Take what they leave behind. And so she did. When the monsters had thundered away, their branches were lined with torn golden toughs, shining scraps of their fury.
Psyche gathered them carefully, arms full of stolen brilliance that cost no blood. She returned to Aphrodite with her offering, lustrous, shimmering, abundant. Aphrodati accepted it wordlessly. Her jaw was tight, for this was the second trial secret. Not every danger must be walked through headon. Sometimes wisdom means waiting for
madness to pass and taking only what remains caught in the thorns from his own violence. Now the goddess's smile was gone. For the third test, she brought Psychi to a jagged cliff where river poured downward, not with gentle music, but with the roar of fury. This was no ordinary river. This was the branch of sticks, the oath water of the gods.
Black, sacred, untouchable. Spray rose like venom from the abyss. The rocks were sick with death. Fill this crystal flask with the waters of that fall. Aphrodati ordered. Bring it back to me unspilled. Step wrong and your body will be dashed against the stones below. Then she left soul alone with the impossible
once more. Psychi trembled at the edge. The air itself seemed hostile, pushing her back, daring her to try and fail. Um, her hands could not reach, her feet could not hold. The task was beyond her. But not beyond the universe's quiet mercy. A giant eagle appeared above her. Broad-wing stormy, a creature who had seen the heights of Zeus and the depths
of mortal despair. Without words, it took the flask from her hands, soared into the choking spray, and filled it carefully from the falling black water. Her fragile form could never touch. It returned the flask to her and vanished into the sky. Saki held in her hands what God swore upon and feared to cross. Aphrodetti's face hardened when she saw the completed task. For the third trial
secret is this. Some forces are too vast for the soul to confront alone. In these moments, help comes from heights we do not see. Ancestors, spirits, unseen allies, lifting what would crush us if we tried to carry it unaded. The fourth trial, the box of beauty in the sleep of the soul. The final task was the crulest. Aphrodati
placed a small ornate box into Psyche's hands. Ivory and gold sealed but humming with unspoken danger. Go to the underworld, she said coldly. Seek out Pphanie, go queen of the dead. Ask her for a portion of her beauty locked within this box that I may restore what grief has stolen from me. Return without delay. Open it not. If you falter, remain below forever. To receive a
command from a goddess to descend into death is no small thing. Psyche nearly broke. But the tower nearby, who had watched countless souls fall, and few return took pity on her. Stone spoke voice slow and deep. Do not take the path that living feet walk. Take the hidden road. Give a coin to Shaon. Offer
cakes to the hound. Refuse the pleas of the dead when Pphanie greets you. Ask humbly quiet except quietly and return without looking back. She did as instructed. Down into shadow, past the fairy man, pass the three-headed guardian past the dead who begged her to pause, to help, to stay. She obeyed the instructions exactly, refusing every
distraction until she stood before Pphanie herself, radiant even in the land of endings. The queen of the underworld welcomed Psyche kindly, honored by her presence, and willingly placed a measure on her back, compelling beauty into a waiting box. Psyche began the long journey back, box in hand, heart pounding with hope. She had done it. She survived the descendant of
death. She had succeeded in nearly in every impossible trial. But the final danger was not in failure. It was in one last piercing thought. I am broken. I am exhausted. I am not enough. Perhaps if I borrow a little of this beauty, love will not reject me. Soul doubted itself. And doubt is always the last gauntlet.
Psyche opened the box. There is no beauty inside as mortals imagine it. No liquid radiance, no divine perfume. Instead, a heavy darkness rushed out like smoke and wrapped itself around her. This was the sleep of oblivion, a death that is not death, a coma of the soul, a surrender to I am not enough.
She collapsed on the path back to life. Still holding the box, eyes closed, wings slack, arrows found her there. He had healed enough from his wound to fly again, to disobey fear, to seek the one who had dared everything to return to him. He saw her sleeping, not peacefully, but locked in cool stillness between despair
and rest. He knew the darkness in that box. He knew its purpose. He knew the madness of her choice. And he he understood it completely. For love knows why the soul doubts itself. He bent down. He wiped the underworld's dust from her face. He brushed the cleaning asleep shadow from her lashes. He kissed her gently. The darkness fled. Her eyes
open. She saw in him once more not a faceless mystery, not a forbidden presence, but as the one who had chosen her and was still choosing her. And in that moment, their story crossed a threshold from punishment to destiny, from cruelty to coronation. For Zeus himself, seeing the depth of Psyche's devotion had transformed had the
transformation of arrows from force into lover, relented. He granted Psyche immortality, lifting her from a cycle of human dying. She joined the gods not as a trophy but as a revelation. Psyche deified soul winged and eternal. Together she and Aeros bore a daughter.
Hon to us. Delight, bliss, embodied joy. The living symbol that when love and soul truly meet and endure trial, the fruit is not duty but ecstatic being. In ages to come, artists would paint arrows and psyche as lovers
as symbols as as py as cherubs. They would hang them in on walls, stamp them onto Valentine's cards, turn them into soft decoration, but beneath all the softened lines and wings, the truth remained. The story was not just their This is the end. Okay. Story is not just theirs. Oh yeah, this is like long, very long, but this is just the beginning of
it. Okay, this is but this is the end I'm going to read to you. The story is not just theirs. It is the pattern. Every soul in some form faces four trials. The impossible task, the dangerous desire, the overwhelming force, and the final doubt. Every time the soul chooses to keep walking, the universe conspires to help it rise. And somewhere quietly, love bends down to
wake psyche from the sleep of not enough. Okay, that's it. thing that is you could have like waited like 30 more seconds and then Donna sold. It's fine. Yeah. But I I just wanted to tell that that was that that's just the ground the groundwork. But thank you for listening. I'm sure nobody
else will. Nobody's going to believe that that um that it came from me. It's okay. You want to you want to people want to quiz me on Greek mythology? They're more than welcome to. I've seriously studied it all my life and uh this is what I was meant to uh to bring out and
I'm bringing it out now because I don't know how long I will be here again. I don't know how long I will be here. You you see there's already like you know boobs being I'm doing it to myself. I'm I'm I'm porn bombing myself. Okay. I'm on I'm on a very self-destructive path. I have to get it I have to get this out. But that was but that's just the
beginning. And so yeah, that's that's enough for tonight. But thank you for listening. If one person listens Yeah. boobs, right? If one person listens and you listened good. That's always cute. That's um
that's all that's I think I think the deal I made was one person has to listen to me that hey I can go now.
I didn't I didn't believe I didn't believe it. Well, unless Oh my gosh. They might say it might be script. Did you like it? Yeah. I appreciate you. I appreciate you. Um
Oh gosh, it gets better. It just gets so much better. It gets so much better. I can't wait till he's But hope hopefully you'll get to hear I uh this world right so slanderous so doubtful so doubtful what but the
most important part that whole thing is that if you don't give up the universe will meet you like the universe will meet you on your efforts okay it's like that's the most important thing it's like not it's like to keep going because once Once you give up, that's yourself taking yourself out of the game, right? It's like, so if you don't give up,
something something will will come to help you. Like something it's already been set up that way, right Paige? A page. Well, yeah. You want more? I pa I I have more
but I don't want to like I don't want to like overwhelm anybody and uh I'm going to space it out. >> You tried to run to the store. Oh, you need to run to the store be listening but no one chatting. You don't know how long you'll be on. >> Um it's okay. I'll tell myself page if you want to come. I'll read you some more page. Paige I have there's more to
the story but I mean I there's a lot of good there's good stuff coming. You know there's the panther. Okay. Okay. The Panthers is Lenor. Thank you, Paige. Thank you so much. And you Paige knows like how my connection to this to the story. Anybody that was with me in the channel, they
know that that was my first video was me telling on the beach this story, right? So, I've just expanded a little bit, but and uh I braid I braided it in with some other stuff. But I promise you I promise you this is like the best
it's my magnum opus. Okay, this is like this is like my this is this is it. This is this is like what I came to do. Okay. So, for real, >> want to say hi to Paige? >> Oh, say hi to Miss Prairie Paige. Will you tell another mythological story? Of course.
Well, would would you like I can tell us. Okay. So, let me tell I can tell one from heart. Do you know about Orpus and Urides? Um, absolutely. See, so I do relate to this story a lot too. Orpheus. There's something called
the Orphic um hymns. They're really beautiful. So Orpheus was like this musician and uh Okay, here we go. One second. This will not This is not This This one is not my my own, but I just want to get the details right.
Okay. Absolutely.
Okay. So, Orpius is the father of songs. He's the supreme musician in Greek mythology, the son of one of the muses, generally said to be Collapi by either Apollo or the Thrian king um Ogris. Be that as it may, we know for sure that Orpheus got a
golden liar as a gift from Apollo when just a child and that it was the god who taught him how to play in such a beautiful manner. Moreover, his mother showed him how to add verses to his music and his eight aunts how to polish and um them to perfection uh in every known style
to man. So when Orpheus was a young man as Shakespeare writes, his golden touch could soften steel and stones made tigers tame and huge leviatins forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands. Loved by many, this young man loved only the beautiful Urice and she loved him back. This is the story of their tragic love.
After presiding over the curious marriage of Ice and Yante, veiled in Saffron Mantel, Hyman, the Greek god of marriage, departed swiftly to the land of the Saconians, located on the south coast of Thrace. There he was supposed to take part in his festivities of yet another famous wedding, that of the
darlings of the ancient world, Orpius and your dascese. However, for some reason, he was not his usual best during the ceremony. He forgot to bless the happy couple, beused by the fact that he couldn't light his torch, which merely sputtered and filled the eyes of the present with smoke. Little did he or anyone else for that matter know that this was an ominous forboding.
Unfortunately, the end of the couple would be even worse uh the sign. Soon after the marriage, your dicey died of a snake bite. Different authors tell different stories as to what led to the fatal encounter. According to the most repeated story, Urrods fell into a serpent nest after trying to escape from
a certain Aristas, a shepherd who began to chase her through the forest as soon as he laid eyes upon her otherworldly beauty. Others, however, say that Aristas aris didn't even exist and that Uricey was merely strolling through the woods and with the niads when a serpent sunk its poisonous teeth into her soft ankle. In any case, Urice died instantly
and her soul descended into the underworld. Good morning. Uh when when Orpheus found Uricey's body, he mourned her death um that as Oid says, he filled the highs of heaven with the moans of his lament. His griefstricken song uh touched the gods and the nymphs so much that some of them
possibly Apollo himself not only suggested that he should go into the kingdom of the dead and ask back for the soul of his wife but also gave him some tips on how to reach safely his rulers Hades and Pphanany. Upon finding uh upon finding of this possibility, Orpheus immediately headed
to Terrannium in Lacona where he passed through one of the few earthly entrances to the underworld. And soon he got there, he began to sing a song. Oh deities of this dark world beneath the earth, I come not down here because of curiosity to see the glooms of Tarterus. I have come because my darling wife
stepped on a viper that sent through her veins death poison cutting off her coming years. You may not know love down here, but I do by this place of fear, this huge void in these vast and silent realms. Renew the life thread of my loving Eurodicy. After all, one day when
gray and old and full of age, she shall be yours yet again and forever more. All I ask of you is just a few years of her life as a boon. But if fates deny to me this prayer, then I do not want to go back. And the effect and and may you triumph in the death of the two. Orpheus's song charmed the hearts of
both Charon and Cerberus to such an extent that they allowed the poet to enter the abode of Hades and Pphanany without even worrying about the possible consequences. Needless to say, uh, they weren't the only ones touched by Orpus's durge. And it said that the bloodless ghosts themselves started weeping and that uh
Tantalus forgot all about his thirst and hunger. the uh the Daniads uh ceased filling their pictures with water and Cisipus could be seen sitting idly on a stone and even the unconscious and inadimate objects removed and the vultures broke off eating Titles Titus' river and the wheel of Ixion suddenly
stopped turnurning standing wonderbound in place and then for the first time in all known history the cheeks of the ares were wet with tears the aries of the furies right fortunately For Orpheus, Hades and Praphanany were moved to tears as well, and they could not bear to refuse his pleas, allowing Orpheus to take Urodicy
back uh with them to the earth on one condition only. They should not look back at her until both of them regain the light of the sun. Now, this wasn't an easy task. You know, you see, Orpheus was full well knew full well that no man was ever allowed to visit the underworld twice, and he was now on his way out of it. Furthermore,
he hadn't seen Urodis not once, and he didn't know whether she was following him at all. He had to take Hades word for it. So, he was nearing the exit of the realm of the dead. In fear that he might once again lose his wife, uh, and anxious for a single look, Orpheus turned his eyes so that he could gaze upon Uricey. Almost immediately, she slipped away, and the air was all
Orpheus could feel between his arms as he stretched them out, eager to embrace and rescue the love of his life. A moment later, the walls of the underworld echoed it, but whispered in sorrowful, "Farewell," and there was only silence and despair. Orpheus tried to go back, but this time, not even his singing could soothe Chara,
the infernal boatman. For seven days, Orpheus sat at the bank of the river sticks, nourished only by his grief and tears, until he became all but a voiceless skeleton. Finally, he wandered back to Earth and for the next three days, he roamed his homeland, shutting all women and spending all his time with the young men of Thrace. It was probably
because of this that the Thrian women of or the Mayanids, resenting Orpheus for his fidelity to the ghost of Urodici, tore him to pieces during one of their frenzied ceremonies. The muses gathered his limbs and buried them in Perea. The night and gales were said to sing more beautifully upon his grave than of any u than at any place in all of Greece. They
couldn't find his head, though the manis had previously thrown it into the river Hebrris, where it went singing while floating down the stream until the islanders of Lesbos found it and buried it. It is said that this is the reason why so many poets were born there during the during the following few centuries. Not much is said about Orpheus's shade.
However, not few and we c and we certainly among them would like to believe that it reunited with the shade of your dicey in the underworld because love conquers all, even death. Hope you like that. How are you guys doing?
Bubbles, it's okay. Hey guys. So, I hope you like that story. I mean, I love Greek mythology. Wow. And guys, if you check out the um there's actually if you are into magic at all, um I would say, you know, Greece is Greece is a good
place to look. There's there's magic there and there's magic in the myths. Okay. There's um these things called the Orphic hymns. They're said to be written by Orpheus. There are certain calls to certain gods. I mean it calls basically these gods are symbolic. They're met they're metaphors of things in the world. I mean just like
you know I said Hinduism too and just like they're metaphors for for other things. And so if you can like almost worship the metaphor or like with with the bring attention to it, you will be kind of granted some of its
power. So um yeah u also the Greek goddess of magic, Hecate. I played that once for page. Yeah. Um she's powerful triple goddess. Um the the number three, the crossroads, the um
the torch, the torchbearer, the keys. Uh look into Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades as a trinity. Okay. There's there's like the and this is like the the uh the sky, the earth, the underworld.
There's there's there's trinities in the same place. Jamie's Cowboys. Anybody want to come on come on panel? We can talk now. Thank you for like hanging out with me. I mean, um, let me see. Rudy brought in I'm like really excited tonight cuz Rudy brought in a mouse like or a rat. like Rudy caught a rat and he
was like so I've just been really worried like cuz he's been spending a lot of time just like he's he's just like on the couch and you know um I talked to people that really care. They're like you know sometimes when they do that they're trying to they're like 17 years old. He's being kind of kind of aged, right?
But he went out and he caught a mouse tonight. I was so excited. is well it was kind of gross and it was pretty disgusting. He like was chewing on the b the bones a bit and hear crunching and stuff but here you see I need to fix I need to fix
this. I'm going to try you can just see Oh, you just see my uh and Paige I tried to play that I tried to play that song I was playing before. I redid it and it it show the boobs again. So I can't like play that again, but um you know maybe some maybe someday I'll I'll I'll
re I'll redo it. I I don't think I can produce anything about Aeros and Aphrodite without there being a bunch of uh boobs. Like that's a really cool story though. Orus and your dicey. Take this off the screen.
Here I am, guys. Here I am. The one that you love. Yeah. Yeah. Like I will say like I I do I do write and like come up with all
concepts of these songs but um when I like the the visuals are generated by the words right and so and they just really improve the the software for that and so it gets it's like really specific and I guess like it's kind of associated like I don't know but it was just it was like
seriously I I did it again and I was like I said no nudity on it like I just specified it. I do remember and then and it was the same nudity.
Okay, Jamie, I'm going to look for that labyrinth. I can find a little bit more.
Okay. Okay. Well, they're not where I thought they would be, and so that kind of worries me that I that I couldn't find them. But I do have Oops. I do have a few decks I brought out, though. Okay. I have to I'm gonna I think they must be in my closet or something. So, I'll have to look again. Okay. But look what I do have. I have this is
a fun deck. A food fortunes deck. It has a pizza on it. I have I know I know I have it. I have this one called the Night Sun deck. Okay. And I have this one's cool. The Pulp Tarot. Okay. Everyone likes boobs, right? We know I have the I think the Pulp Tarot might have some boobs. I just don't know. I I
I mean I'm kind of puzzled because I thought it would be in my little cabinet where I keep all my cards. I put all my cards in there, but I don't know why I don't have the elaborate deck, but I did buy it. I'm sure I did. But I'll dig it out eventually. Maybe when it's meant to when it's meant to. I also have like the So, who ends the reading from which deck? You have it from the night sun.
The pulp. The pulp is pretty cool. This one's pretty cool. think that is you like this this lady. This one's just a funny deck. This is like has some really cool um cards in it there. Like it's a little bit of a novelty, but it I I like it. And then
the night sun uh I don't know if I use it very much, but um I think it kind of goes along with the traditional the traditional one. You want the pizza one? Okay. Cowboys wants the pizza deck of food fortunes. And I I don't think I've ever
read from this before. So, let's pull this on out. Okay. I'll do three for Jamie. And Jamie, I mean, I haven't read from this deck. It doesn't have a book or anything in it. And so, we're going to have to use our imaginations a little bit right? Shuffle it. A good shuffle.
Okay. Sig see the thing I can shuffle. I mean I say I shuffle pretty good and I can go like this. This this this backward I can shuffle pretty good pretty fast. You are such jerk. I mean are you doing the right thing for your decisions you're making? Okay. Well, let's see what let's see what the food
says. Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay. I kind of I I get these. Okay. Got three cards for you, Jamie. Oh, you the express things. Okay. So, it looks
like things maybe have been faster. Uh maybe moving faster than you might have thought they've been moving. Okay. Express like espresso, right? Right. And so also maybe like you've been like I see this like you know coffee you gain energy and so I think like even if like things are slow you're you've like you're wanting things to go faster. You're gaining energy for this. Okay. So
you got this espresso. You want you want this fast pass. Uh it says uh oh it's in French. It says poravore. It says uno du poravore. It's like French or something like that. Okay. Well, yes, absolutely. With the coolest, most best deck I have. And maybe throw an
oracle card, of course. I'll do I'll do one for the I'll do the pulp for you. I'll do the pulp tarot for you. This is a cute I like this. This is really cute because it has really cute food illustrations, but then it's like the So then this is the pressed one. It looks like a panini like Right. And it's like maybe there's a lot of pressure on you. Um um J um Jamie, right? It's like you're you're a little bit pressed, right? when you're feeling pressed and
this under stress about it. It's like a it's like a number seven, right? Okay. Um and uh the seven is like the chariot, right? Uh that that would kind of go along with like things are moving kind of things are moving fast, but you're under a lot of pressure about it right now. Okay,
you're okay. You're worried about right now, but look, you got this guacamole. Guacamole is always a good thing, right? You can't. Sorry, I got the green screen on. It says the chip breaker. Okay. So, maybe I think that the chips are going to be breaking down soon. It's like the money's going to be sorted out. What? Okay. I don't know if it's something that you're asking about
money, but also um I see like some kind of like sharing of the sharing like there's these broken ships down there. There's these little broken ships right there. It's always good, right? spiritual amnesia. You're trying.
Yeah, Jamie, let me get you. Um, this deck right here. Let me see. Okay, so this is about doors you can go through. Okay, this one says, "A note on love."
Dear Lord, put glass. Okay. Oh, it's so small. Here I got camera. It says, "Seek different seasons and enter the unknown when love is the focus, foundation, and goal. Blessed is
the body, mind, and soul." No matter what it is, it's like, you know, I I would say focus on forgiveness um in this situation because it's like everything else will be worked out legally. Everything like don't be mad at people. It's like because things I just see like things can be worked out in the the material world about this. Don't
like lose the loving heart. Don't be don't get like mad about stuff like beyond your control. Right. I see. Um forgiveness. Forgiveness. This one says a stranger's grace. It says ego fears a sudden danger but never underestimate the kindness of a loving stranger. Okay.
Right. It's like, you know, strangers can like up things, but they can also come in and make things good, right? And um so just be open to just be open to the possibility that that either is possible, right? But I'd say this is a good sign that that a stranger will be helping you. And finally, Jamie, this one says passages. So I would say you're going to get through the spiritual signs
of inclination. You're walking through passages of your transformation. Okay. I think this is a part of your process. It's a you know it's like and you want and you want to transform into something better from it, right? Okay. I do think you want to turn you're
going to make the best of it. I What have I got here? I I sense being pulled to just pull one more from here. Making magic Jamie. Well, this is good. Prosperity. a prosperous business
with riches and success. No matter what happens in the situation, money is an energy, right? Um you can always make more money. You can't have more time, right? So just know that you're you're going to be
able to make back anything. It's like don't worry about the money part of it, you know? Don't worry about the that'll be you're you're going to be good on that, but you're going to want to appreciate the time you have. Also, you've been given like more time like I think like it could have been like you could have had time like time taken away
especially with somebody else. This is seeing like you know it's like it it could have been like really bad like you could have like lost somebody and that that and it's like you were given more time which is like worth worth more than anything. Okay. Forgot for you Jamie. Okay. Okay. Got the pulp. Oh this is I think I
haven't even hardly even use this page. Look how pretty this red is paige. The beautiful red. I love that red color. Okay. You want to be the first to go. I don't think it's the first to go. I think it's like um that somebody else could have gone at that at that time. I'm saying I'm not saying like anybody's going to go, right? I'm saying that it's like you
could have it could have been loss of life, right? And so it's like whatever you have, it's like you you're given some you were given time with them, more time. Okay. Not not saying that you were meant to go. Yeah, that's a beautiful red. I love that red color. Okay. Come through a pagey
page strength. It's a beautiful strength card right there. You know, you know, you know, you you're you're always you're always Okay, first of all, you got this. You got you got a knowledge of like the afterlife and like the spiritual spiritual world, right? The person wants you to go, Jamie. I just I'm sorry. Um,
don't don't worry about what other people would say. It's about you. It's about what you want in your life. Okay? Don't people are going to think all kinds of things. Okay? But yeah, there look at there's beautiful. That kind of looks like Paige, too. Doesn't that kind of look like Paige? And it's pretty good. But look, and you got So, I would say you got your hand on the lion. The lion the lion's like, you
know, look at his face. He's like, "Yeah, he's the lion's smiling, right?" And you're like, "Hey, what's up?" It's like it's like it's just gentle. You're not running from the lion. You're just like, you know, you can chill even on like this. You got it. You're able to charm.
You're able you're able to it's like it's about the um power in subtlety, not not in force, right? And you know you know all about that, right? But you also got the strength and this powers and you got the strength. You just got you're you're strong, right? Okay. Oh, look. We got the fool card. Look,
it's like, you know, take the leap of faith about something. Okay. And I know, you know, sometimes we like to be careful and stuff like that, but uh there's a cute little dog right there. Look at this little dog. Cute little dog running after you. Okay, look before you leap. Okay, look before
you leap, but take take the leap of faith, right? Is Damian um bothering you? I'm sorry, Paige. I can't see Jamie. I'm can't see that. I'm sorry. Okay. Yeah, there's something you might have. You You're not going to see like exactly what's going to the outcome is,
but yeah, just go for it. Take take the leap.
Page of Cups, beginning of something making you really happy. Like a be like a new a new beginning of happiness. Like there's a beautiful little drink there. I'm going to do three more cards out of this deck for you and then a couple more from another deck. Yeah, there you go. Um, also
like enjoying yourself like I I say you know having that drink this course there's like the fish in the cup right even the fish look at the even the fish is in love right and remember like um in the you like is in the in the page will you fall in love with me there like this weird fish that kind of reminds me of that weird fish in
that video that fish like I don't think that things are coincidences Like it's like even like the the bearded person. I don't think that's you. I think that's me somebody else or something. Maybe it's me. I don't know. Like I I don't want to be in the bushes like you know spying on you and Alex and stuff like that. You can have but but I don't know. There's something about fish. Um
a colorful fish. I don't know a green like a green that weird looking fish. Okay. Um, you might feel be feeling also, you know, five of pentacles. Maybe left out of feeling left out in the cold about something. Okay. But
four of pentacles. Okay. Like don't worry. It's like you're going to make it's going to someone's you're going to make it all back. Like I don't know. I don't know if this this guy is gonna give it to you or it's like if you're if you're feeling out of lack, it's going to be I just I just felt it's going to be like, you know, give it it's it's going to come to you. Okay, it's going to come. Okay, don't you don't you don't
have to worry about that any any of that because any kind of like lack is going to be fulfilled. And it's like, okay, this and it's like this is the five of wands. It's another five right? But I consider this kind of like a fun competition, okay,
that you could win, right? It's like it's not like, you know, it's like I think that, you know, you you have the goodest chance anyone else. But it's also like not like like the five of swords where it's like, oh, you know, it's like win or take all and then the rest are like really sad. It's like everyone's just having fun playing. Okay. Just have fun. Have fun playing with it. Mhm. Cuz you're going to win. You're
going to win. Six. Six of Wands is a victory. Okay. You're going to win. Look for sure. Look, it looks like you, too. Okay. I don't know who that guy is. But, uh, can I have one more from this deck, please? And you're going to be able to give and
be generous and give. You want to You I know you want to give. You want to give. You want to give more. What you you so want to help people like like you're going to be able to you're going to be able to because of the win. Okay. You're going be able to share. Okay. I'm going to but I'll give you a food card, too. And I'll give you another one. Hold on.
Paige, you got the greens. Maybe that's more money. I don't know. Is Canadian money green? I'm not sure. Think that is Paige. I'm not sure. But you got the greens. Maybe. Or maybe you're just gonna have a nice salad or something like that, right? I'll pull a couple of them for you. These are just fun cards. What's this? The staple.
I think Well, if this was a Canadian deck, it would be the poutine probably. You know, this is like the grilled cheese in America. It's a It's like, you know, it's like what you want. It's like the It's like what you need. You're going to get what you need. Okay. Okay. Staple. It's different colors, I guess.
Yeah, because I'm sorry. $20. Oh, the the bunny's different colors. Yeah. 20 is green. Okay. And look, you got this ace of mans. It looks like probably the ace of cups. And it's a Campbell soup. A flavored soup. You got the spoon. Okay. So, you got the tools. Yeah, they're cute, huh? I like these cards a
lot. So, uh, Ace of Man is I would say this is probably the cups, you know. So, it's like something that's going to grow into something happier for you or, you know, something that will make you really happy. I'll pull out of this uh is the one right here. Fun cards. This is the doors for you. I'll pull three
cards for the doors page. This one says palistry. Palistry my glasses again. Fortune and Tarot, Collective Destiny. The palm lines from birth tell your sacred palistry. Says listen to notes of
intuition. Well, of course you you do, right? You're perfect for that. This says, "Distant dream. The distance calls your heart to roam free. As you dare dream it, so must it be." And it says, "Pass this card on." Okay.
something you've been dreaming about for a while is about to come true and whatever it is when it does it's like you're gonna you know pay it forward pay it forward with that right you yeah you will right finally morning memory it says its healing gift
runs a destined course the morning dawn our inspired source meditate under the sun okay I think there's going to be like some kind of realization or some kind of answer and it's going to be under that morning sun is going to be like when you wake up I just see that or the sun I see the sun coming through the through like waking you up or something like that
when you when you wake up and it's just like you're gonna you're gonna say oh you're going to have a realization okay you're welcome I hope you like that love you Paige and I'm sorry I yeah I did I put the um the Paige song I put it on your Discord I I don't know if I told you, but yeah. You want to say hi to Rudy? Rudy, did you catch a rat tonight? He caught a
mouse and he left it. You have you left the mouse and you were I saw I was like, "Who's that cat like jumping up and down?" I look Oh my god, it's so disgusting. I see it over there. I like who's jumping up and down. And it was Rudy. Like, what are you doing, Rudy? He was He's been sleeping on the couch. You got a m You got a mouse tonight? You got a mouse?
I love you, Rudy. Remember when I got Rudy? You're my little babe. Okay. He's my little Now he's my He's my little couch couch buddy. Really really soft. Really beautiful cat. Good cat. I love you.
Got Lola sleeping over there. I appreciate you, too. Thank you. You've given me so many wonderful readings. So many people wonderful readings. Oh. Oh, wow. Haven't we been through it? Thank you. Yeah, he's Oh, yeah. Go ahead. You did a good job. Well, he left. Well, the good job. I mean, it's like still over
there. Oh, he And because his mom or you know, his former mom was like, "Oh, he like he gets um he used to catch rats and like he would like have them like spread out." And that's what he did. He spread it out. It's like the guts are spread out. It's so gross. Cuz the other cats will like clean it up. Like I'll never I'll never leave it like like
that. He just like leaves. He lives all disgusting. You left it for me to clean, Rudy. Thanks a lot, Rudy. You left it for me to clean. Is that Is that That That's when you got too old to to care. You're like, "Okay, I caught it." You're just gonna Oh, you're coming back over here. Look at him. Coming back over here
to say hi. You're a good cat. Oh, he's so soft. You're so soft for old You're old. I think you know old man. You wouldn't be so soft. But good cat huh?
Very sweet. Oh, the cat's happy. Yeah. I love you. Okay. Good kitty cat. Anybody else uh like a car tonight or just talk about anything or come up on panel? What time is it? Oh my god, it's 4:42.
What is wrong with my sleeping schedule? I am like, whoa. Well, cuz I've been It's been raining all day. It was raining all day. So, it's like it gets depressing and I just like sleep and I get tired during the day. Now, now I'm Oh, who's coming in now? >> Oh. Oh, there comes Trixs. Trixs. Trixs,
do you like the cat RV? Can I come up here too? over there. Trixs. Hey. Oh, what? What? You're so vocal. What are you doing? There he is. Oh, cleaning yourself.
Yeah. Okay. Good lord. My life. My life. my life. I'm so lucky. And look at Lola sleeping over there. She's so peaceful. Lola, you're sleeping over there peacefully. Sorry. Sorry. My place a little bit
messy. The place might be messy, but it's like nowhere near what I don't know if you ever saw that woman Shannon like when I don't know if you guys are around, but um there's this lady named Shannon. She's like quite an unpleasant lady. And um and I went on it was like I think it was Kate and Barry's show. And uh she's like, "Oh, you You're just
in your speedo with your legs behind your head like some she's like, "You don't know how to do tarot." And I'm like, "I've been doing tarot, you know, and and so Barry's like, "Okay, I'll pay for you to do a reading for her." And I did a reading for her. And so I did out of the horror tarot deck. And it was like, and then so and I, if you watch back the I got all right, you know, it's like because of course I know tarot, but
it's like I got I think the queen of wands was like a Norman Bates mother. And so I was like I was like because it's the tarot deck and so I literally had the corpse of Norman Bates's mother on it and I know I know the movie cycle really well. So I was like oh I was like oh you got like you know the the queen of wands you know and I said you know got some passion and and fire but I was like but this this one's
Norman Bates's mother. She's like that's not the Norman Bates's mother card you weird. She was all mad. I was like yes that's I like that's literally Norman Bates's mother. I was like script I shouldn't guys don't do terrible reason that but I had I just had to do it and uh I did like those trip kick videos where I was like dancing and like there was like
unfortunately his channel got taken down. That kind of really sucks. Um I hope he does put up some of those videos back up. Um I don't know. I think I I want to say Alex Alexand Alexandra I hope whatever you wherever you do whatever you whatever you do wherever
you go Alexandra you really um inspire me help me especially at a time when I didn't really I felt like I was really not understood and you really help and I like whoever whatever you're gonna do I wish you happiness I wish you the best you know she says she's gonna you know,
like maybe I get a long break from uh from YouTube and stuff or you know, I'm going to miss you a lot. And then tribute to Alexandra, I am going to play um what's it called? Streamer pins. Streamer pins.
It's blogger. It's not guys. It's not me. This is not me. It's blogger. Okay. But you can It looks like me, but I'm I'm a foot taller than Blogger. Okay. And also Blogger and I are f we're I can I we're fine to like, you know, I don't hate him or anything. He doesn't hate me. And I only like the song because I
relate so much to it because I was like I was like, well, pretty much like this is me, too. I mean, it's like uh Oh, hold on. as like I'm uh I'm also like I'm 44, not 42, but you know I'm pretty much um
pretty much I'm a star of my own mind and I really like the song because I I did I didn't get to suggest some of some of the words up to it. Um, is this funny? I don't know. Since somebody's talking, I'm just going to play it real quick. Okay, here we go.
This makes me giggle. Okay, hold on. Here we go.
I'm 42 and feeling new. I've got my ring light shining true. Cats rolling fast, they know my name. Every night's the same old game. Guess you never called me back. But girl, I cough you in my track.
In my arm, your name still burns. Get some lessons no one learns. My viewers say I'm losing touch, but I don't think I stream too much. They don't see the cloud I found. Though I only get donations by
acting like a clown. The young girls love my swag. I have a right to break. They say I'm dreaming, but they're just hating. I know the wine always
want me to shine. Smile again. I need to see when I feel like murdering. I'm in love with Gish grooming I have a delusional mentality and need to be 515.
I tell my chat she'll come around while mom ignores me from the ground. She's not my mom but feels the same. Cold affection twisted game. Every view's another high.
Every like another lie. They call me cringe, but they don't know. I'm the main star of my show. So here I scream another night. Talking to that stream ring light. If a glitch,
I'll play along. My insanity stranded strong. The young girls love my swag. I have a right to break. They say I'm dreaming, but they're just
hating. I know the mommies want me to shine. Need a smile again. I need to see it when I feel like murdering. I have a delusional mentality and need to be 5150.
Maybe chat's my only friend. Maybe streams just never end. But when my streams fades to black, I still whisper come back. The young girls love my sweat.
I have a right to break. They say I'm dreaming, but they're just hating. I know the wineies want me to shine. Show me the smile again. I need to see it when I feel like murderous.
I'm in love with my ruling I have a delusional mentality. You need to be 515. >> Okay. I just had to do I'm sorry. I just had to do it. It's funny. Oh
>> What? Hey, look it. There's an ugly person in the chat. This is an ugly heart. Hey, you know, ugly person, I can be up at 4 in the morning. You know why? Because this is my job. And you know what, ugly person? What's your excuse? Do you have a show? Do you do anything? No. You're just ugly. You're just ugly in the chat. And you're a bad person.
And you deserve to be permanently banned. So, I'll never see you again. And go yourself up the ass and suck my dick from the back. >> Okay. Do I think this will work? Yes. Jamie, you'll be able to do it. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.
Hey, suck my dick from the back. Okay. I did learn some good stuff from my ales. You know,
you know who it is. Is this is Oh my god. I won't even I I don't I don't want to go into it, but let's see. Well, I'm in such a good mood. And then, you know, you're gonna you're gonna want to bring me down, right? No, I don't think so.
What's this?
You engaged
go and let a stranger's body keep me cold. You know the spark, you know the gun. You pull the string, I come undone. You say you love to watch me burn. Baby pain the only thing we've learned. Not to be celestial, but the way
you left was biblical. So I did something ritual cuz grief for me is silent a picture from a mortal bed just to haunt your goddamn head. I knew you crave the chaos cuz love like they never did. Not to be divine, but I love you.
Even when I want to curse you, I could never rise above you. But I'm under him tonight to hurt you. Don't call it loses resurrection. Don't call it rages recollection. Not to be divine, but I love you. The sin was born from your reflection.
We trade halos for horns is fair. Every wound you gave I wear. We take turns being the villain's muse. But damn it, I still want to lose. Not to be celestial, but you made my pain perpetual. So I did something sexual, just to feel conceptual. I might
have sent that photo from a strine,
but I love you. Even when I want to curse you, I could never rise above you. But I'm under him tonight to hurt you. Don't call it lo's resurrection. Don't call it raous recollection. Not to be divine, but I love you.
The sin was born from your reflection. M you can't destroy what's already broken. You can't forgive what was never spoken. Every scar, a holy mark,
every kiss, another sp. Not to be divine, but I love you. What I love. Even when I want to curse you, I could never rise above you. But I'm under him tonight to hurt you. Don't call it loses resurrection.
Don't call it raous recollection. Not to be divine, but I love you. The sin was born from your affection. Not to be divine.
Yeah. Yeah. Um, I I have these people in my chat called goddesses. They're like the the women in my cult. And so if they tell me like they're being harassed, I will hide you from my chat. So the warning, thank you. Um, yeah. So sorry, Damian. I don't know who you are,
but you know, I trust Jamie. She says she's your singer. So sorry.
I got some more good ones here. Go back in my archive. Let's see. Way back.
What's this >> in the city of mirrors and smoke choke every face a mask every word a spell every promise spun in the web of Jezebel bandits whisper blessing His thieves wear
crowns. The prophets lost the maps to these haunted towns. He's been bound by silk, by sin, by cold. But his spirit still burns down every road. In the web of Jezebel, he almost disappears. But the panther comes all teeth and
tears. Shadow mercy eyes like night eye night cuts the cords brings them back to light survive the crypted the narcissist charm the psychopath grin the false alarm the soul don't break it just transcends
the web dissolves the story bends >>
>> He's danced with sever shared wine with ghosts. Heard I love you from hollow host. But faith is a flame that feeds on scars and it carries eternity stars. No mortal net combine his soul
slips through lies to black control. Jezebel smiles her perfume thick. It's psych heart don't play her trick. In the web of Jezebel he almost fades but the panther roars and the spell decays through the maze of mirrors through
smoke and fire. He walks out laughing untouched by the power. He's seen the fame, the gilded deceit. But truth is a rhythm that won't conceive. The soul don't fall. It just descends. The web dissolves.
The story bends.
>>
>> Every color is a key. Every tear a code. Every death rebirth on the winding road. And the panther whispers in a voice so low they can't kill what they don't know. In the web of Jezebel, he's
found his way. The cords un turns gray. He's a ghost that learned to breathe again. The priest of pain, the saints of when the traps still gleam and call. He walks unbound. He's seen it
all. The soul eternal beyond their ends. The web dissolves. The story ends. The story ends.
Okay. Well, I almost
I don't know. I think I played everything like a million times and bore you guys. I'll play one more and then I'll see where we are. Not me. I'm Shadow Bann again, bro. Mute your mic. Then boom, drop a baseline. Dirtier than the chat.
Uh ghost is crashing out, smashing rappers like vows. Canada drives, licking watch catalog somehow. Randle's ranting about a tunes while his playlist all cartoons. Mason's pacing redeyed rage threatening people from an undisclosed stage. Natalie being back foot behind head. Mods praying,
"Lord, not again. Welcome to the birth, baby. Hold your ground where the chaos comes like a feedback sound. We don't know who's sane, who's bad or blessed, but the vibes unholy and always possess. Scotty calls from the bone. Brags he just dropped a cosmic load. Alexander's mic nuclear loud beat the storms and turn it down your clown. Tony bombs the
stream with skin explodes. Mods dive in. He man freeing bridges living HD. Authors there just smiling sweet. We all need Jesus or at least some sleep. Janet and Jamie holding the line, keeping love alive through the digital
ground. Michael spirit go to static home drops a light then fades he's done. Where the curse the clowns the chosen few might distorted prophets with nothing to lose by troll on Q and it's also true. The curse the clowns the chosen few might distorted prophets
with nothing to lose last Q forever and it's all so true ghost disconnected Canada dry timed out rando still typing wait just ban me laughter static cat meow >> inream
Okay, let's see where we are. Looking for another cigar. We don't have one more cigar. Come on. I have one more cigar. Really dig that right now. Sounds so good. Scraping up tobacer. Tobacer.
I think I think I guys it might be might be the end for me tonight. I I don't know. Am I going to I don't know how much longer. Well hey. Always room for one more.
>> Trolls make the world go. >> No, they don't. They make they make they ruin everything. They ruin everything for everybody. But you know what does make the world go round? A little bit of romance right?
>>
>> In the glow of neon, she's cutting the night. A blade in her hand, the fire in her eyes so bright.
He shows up in red with a hose and a grin. A Canadian hero. Not sure what he's in. Flirty diamond all those flames. He called her dirty, but he'll learn her
name. He was straight till she spun him around. Now he's burning in love where the fire is found. She laughs like a secret, sharp
as a knife. But maybe she's tired of the dangerous life. He drops his shirt with a volunteer's pride. She's smirking but softening somewhere inside. Flurry diamonds flames.
He called her dirty, but he'll learn her name. She's the spark that can't be contained. Can a fireman's heart be the one unchanged?
She's a wild card queen. He's a rescue man to misfits dancer where the story began. From blades to badges, from sparks to trust. Could true love be forged in more than just lust?
Flirty diamonds flame. She carved his heart. Now he'll never be the same. A love story written in fire and steel. Two outflows finding something real.
Will she sheath the blade? Will he fan the fire? Flirty and autoto tangled in desire. A love story for the ages carved into the night. A diamond and a fireman.
Burning bright.
Well, there we go. See what's going on in the chat. Here we go. My Hi. Let's see. Alexander McQueen's here. I mean, can someone come on panel? Then I'll stay a little longer, but I'm tobacco. And I get really when I'm out of tobacco.
Like Paige says, I need a What do I need? Yeah, it is a nice car. I need a What do they call it, Paige? I need a stick. What do you call cigarette? I should do a Muppet stream. Well, maybe I will. Maybe I will.
Hey, you want some bacon? Here. Here. Have some bacon here. Yeah. Apollo is a pervert. Yeah. What else is new here? A dart. Yes. I need a dart. I wish I had a dart. Hey, vacation balls.
Oh, what? You're kissing. You're kissing me here. Lola, you're giving me a kiss. What? No. Now Trish is coming over. You all want to come over and get attention? Lola, do you want to give me a kiss? >> What? No. You want attention, too? Hey,
>> Miss Lola, you want attention? Come on. You're so good. Say hi to the chat. Hey, you want to come out, too? Come on. Hey, that's your mom. It's your mom. Be nice. It's your son. It's your son. That's That's your son, Shrix. Your son.
Let me give you a little rub on the neck. On the ears like that. You're making You're making a noise. Come on. You get over here. Come on, Tracy.
Trace, do you want to get under the covers and cuddle all night and cuddle all morning with me? I think so. Oh, guys, by the way, I just found this card. It was just like maybe this card means something to somebody. Is the four of spades. It says the eye when near denotes great interest taken
by friends. says, "When distant, it signifies suspicion." Well, I think my friends are half half suspicious and half interested in me. I don't know. That's fine. Okay, I'll do a couple more of these cards and
then I'll I'll let you guys go. So, I want to say thank you guys for hanging out with me. You have the triple moon. Triple moon. Embracing all aspects of yourself, the divine, and the earthly. I love that. I like I like the three. Remember I said
like the like there's like the sky, the earth, and the underworld. It's like all three together, right? There's the underworld, there's the sky, and there's like us, right? It's almost like ears. Almost like we have these ears in the universe, right? I don't know. I don't know. I saw the ear. What else do we got? We have self-confidence
believe in yourself, guys. Right? Strong self-belief and a sense of worth. Like I said in the like one of the main things I want you to take away from what I if you guys heard what I read about um you know I started at my psychonomicon um reading it's like psyche had all these like the female psyche the goddess
she had all these impossible tasks like they're imposs like for one human to complete impossible but I get by with a little help from my friends right there's lot all kinds of allies guys um out there that can help you. There's all kinds of
other ways, right? There's there's alternative there's there's just the whole thing is just don't give up. Like if she would have just given up like because I know she did in the story, I didn't really mention it, but she does like try to jump off a cliff and stuff like that because she's so frustrated, but they wouldn't let like the wind kept like blowing her back to the on top of it, right? She just kept they weren't
going to let she almost like even if she wanted to give up, the world wasn't letting her give up, right? I feel like that sometimes it's like there's like too much to do. I can't leave my kitties, right? Hey, can't leave you, huh?
Oh, and look at this. Felix, where are my cats? Felix Felicitus. Does that mean happy cat? I don't know what what does feel like I think. It says power symbol to create lucky serendipitous events. Okay. Look at that big smile on that face. Right. Uh excuse me. Right.
This is like almost our power, right? So in the middle we have like the hexog, but that's almost like the uniting of the above and below. It's like the uniting of the of the first of all it's all the alchemical symbols. It's like, you know, there's the triangle, but then there's like there's like the air air alchemy and then there's the earth alchemy and the fire. So all the it's all the right it's all the symbols
together right in the middle. There's also uniting at the heart or it's meets in the middle, right? It mean the heart's in the middle of it. Okay. So we got the heart and then there's a smile, right? Happiness. This is good events. This is this is I'm sorry my nails are a little tricky. Yeah, this is this but this is
like you know happiness good luck. Okay, I'm going to pull one more for this prosperity a prosperous business with riches and success. May you all be very prosperous
just for this for the hell of it, right? just because I can. You have the tea, right? We learn a lot of tea in this community, but you know what? It's like, you know, sometimes you can just pour it out into the flowers and they'll grow, right? You don't need to like drink all of it, right? Because it looks a little bit murky anyway,
right? It's also a nine, right? The child. Remember your inner child? Your innocence. Was he fishing? Yeah. Sit there with the sit there with the moon. Beautiful crescent moon. Um remember your
childlike innocence. Remember we were all once children. We can all go back to that kind of like innocent state like looking at the world like it's magic magical like the moon can talk to you and just be above it all. Be all the So much especially
in like, you know, some of this internet stuff with the coffee. This is the last straw. Hey, you know what? I've g I keep giving people one more chance. You know, some people one more chance. It's the last straw. But look, there's a little butterfly or little That's like psyches called a butterfly. Is that a moth or butterfly? But there's the last
straw. Okay. Don't put up with uh don't put up with being disrespected or being made to feel like you know you're not able to participate or part of this
world. This is you know what this my my show is my show is like for the uh if you if you ever felt like an outcast right what I mean the revenge is the nerves speech or whatever but if you ever felt like you know you're not accepted if you ever felt like you're not good blah blah blah people like oh you know it's like you're always welcome
here right unless you're you're you're an okay we have a tower this okay this is a tower card but this tower card You're f Well, I I I think he might be he might be in trouble right there, but you know, she's fine. Grab on to something. I don't know. There's there's there's stuff floating in the air, too. Maybe you're going to
find a lottery ticket or feather or whatever it is. Okay, there. Even on the way down, like there there's possibilities, right? Just keep your eyes open. That guy's screwed, though. Okay, we got the burn bridge again, right? Maybe it is time to to burn some of these bridges, right?
That's just like, you know, not just so you don't cross back, but so people don't cross to you, right? Let me pull one more cheese fries. Okay, look at this. Is a beautiful This is like the Illuminati Illuminati cheese fries cards, right? Okay.
I don't know what it it means, but look, it means some kind of victory because there's a laurel wreath around it. Hey, those look like some good fries. I'm getting hungry for fries right now. McDonald's. Time is McDonald's open. Okay, get one more. One more and then I'll Let me see the fairy dust first. Where are they here?
Fairies want to have a last word. I'm the biggest fairy of them all. This says you're on the right path. Okay. The way ahead is clear and true. You've chosen the right path for you. Have confidence in your path. Okay. Good luck on your path. Whatever path you choose, rock it. Okay.
This one says learn. This is a little nudge. It's now your turn. Put on your thinking cap. It's time to learn. I I I take that to heart because I keep up. But how many times do I need to like mess up on the same doing the
same damn mistake, right? Constantly. But you know what? I'm going to finally learn my lesson someday. Right. You're the green fairy. A cheeky green fairy on your behalf is appearing here to make you laugh. Well, hey, if you don't have a green fairy,
I'll be your green fairy. Okay, let me grab these cards over time. Then I promise I'll let you go. It's hard to let you go sometimes, but I love you so much. The delicate one. Isn't that me? I'm a little bit delicate. I'm a little bit of a strawberry. What is that? Strawberry shortcake. Yum.
Delicate one. It's got little whipped cream. There's little strawberries. a little sponge cake on it, right? Hey, how about just like, you know, have a nice little sweet dessert and enjoy the finer things in life, right? Pull three cards from this one. What else we got? We got the night of sides.
Is that a nice potatoes? What does that say? Spuds. Yeah. Hey, how about some mashed potatoes? Knife gives you potatoes. Mash them up. Okay. Looks like Looks like a nice cup of cup of goodness right there. Finally, guys. I'm going to let you go after this one.
The ace of sides. Hey, chop up that tomato. Dip it in a tortilla chip. Basically heaven, right? Basically, you're in heaven. Okay, guys. You know what? I love you so much.
Hey, I'm not perfect. Actually, I'm like pretty much like the most imperfect there is. But you know what? Who is perfect? Certainly not these damn damn trolls bothering us, right? You know what? Just troll them back.
Be like, but be like smarter. Be a smarter. Like sometimes I'm accused of being like this mastermind troll. Alexander said, "Hey, hey, he's trolling God." He's a like psych. Even if it's not true, I'll claim it. I'll claim it. I
am I'm a huge troll, okay? I'm actually royal royal troll royalty, okay? I am I'm I'm awesome and so are you. Never forget it, okay guys? And with that,
I love you. I love you. Okay. I'm going to stick around as long as I can. I love you.
No one can touch flame. Eyes lips that twist lies into truth. Every glance a theft, every smile traps breaking in a way stolen before you even know the danger. She dances
in half. A sober that leaves nothing. My voice is she is the shadow you chase
the trickster face. Rogue of your every desire. Step closer. She presses like a cat on shed glass. Each step a spell each whisper again. Your pulse suse
your trust again. She comes close to fear. The theft of truth abandoning her faith. No anchor holders. No heart is safe.
Fire rises. The ro calls your name. The trickster laugh through shadow ring through smoke curling on the horizon. Burn break bow to the flame.
She is chaos walking. She is the fire you can't put out. She is trickster.
>> >> Well, psych. Cookies in his speedo. Stars and stripes parade. Fish tacos on the table. Another wild charade. He's hitting on straight men. Come on, lose that shirt. Meanwhile, VA's on the hotline
yelling till it hurts. Pretty pages dodging simps like dodgeball in the gym. Canada dry got gonged off. Didn't even swim. Summer spunky Marcy flashing. Chaos on the feet. And here
comes a porn bomb. Oh Lord, we don't need. Welcome to the madness. Welcome to the show where the hard are soft. A debate still a no go. We're laughing through the trolls
making gold out of hate. This is psyche awakens. We're never closing the gate.
Fus kitties purring. Christine's with fuzzy bear. Arthur stirring pots like he's cooking up a scare. Trucker rumbles in. Salmon's chasing views. DJ luxurious cartoon face
breaking all the rules here on Got the trolling game down to an art. The ocean's waiting in calis ever clear sluring free and Michael
spirits here in every memory. We've fought, we've laughed, we've gone too far. We've turned the trolls into our own memoir. We've bent the rules. We've heard the
gongs. Damn, this crew still sings along.
Welcome to the madness. Welcome to the show where every wild night becomes another in joke. We're laughing through the chaos and making it great. Psych awakens forever. Yeah, we love this face.
All right. Who's got the fish tacos? And why is Arthur still talking?
All right. Who's got the fish tacos? And why is Arthur still talking?
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