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I have been studying for some days the relationship between psychology and Gnosticism, that although there are enthusiasts of this relationship like Reverend Stephen Hoeller and several others in the academic field, perhaps there is a misconception among those who reduce Gnosticism to just psychology when Stephen Hoeller himself said:
"In the light of such recognitions one may ask: 'Is Gnosticism a religion or a psychology?' The answer is that it may very-well be both. Most mythologems found in Gnostic scriptures possess psychological relevance and applicability. For instance the blind and arrogant creator-demiurge bears a close resemblance to the alienated human ego that has lost contact with the ontological Self. Also, the myth of Sophia resembles closely the story of the human psyche that loses its connection with the collective unconscious and needs to be rescued by the Self. Analogies of this sort exist in great profusion.
Many esoteric teachings have proclaimed, 'As it is above, so it is below.' Our psychological nature (the microcosm) mirrors metaphysical nature (the macrocosm), thus Gnosticism may possess both a psychological and a religious authenticity. Gnostic psychology and Gnostic religion need not be exclusive of one another but may complement each other within an implicit order of wholeness. Gnostics have always held that divinity is immanent within the human spirit, although it is not limited to it. The convergence of Gnostic religious teaching with psychological insight is thus quite understandable in terms of time-honored Gnostic principles." (http://www.gnosis.org/gnintro.htm)
Where he evidently says that Gnosticism as a religion and as psychology do not annihilate each other but complement each other for greater understanding. where the mentality "all in your head" perhaps it is an incomplete interpretation. I recently made another post here on this subreddit about Literal and Metaphorical(https://www.reddit.com/Gnostic/comments/12de7h1/gnosticism_literal_and_metaphorical/) where I addressed how both interpretations fit together, and sometimes even multiple ones as did the ancient gnostics.
We start from the reflection that if everything is reduced to psychology as some deduce or presuppose, where does the macrocosmos and the microcosmos fit into this? What is the use and necessity of sacraments?
We are facing a dilemma in which, despite living almost two thousand years after the "golden period" of the Gnostics and with the emergence of psychology as a science, we cannot claim to know more than people like Valentinus, Mani, Basiliades.

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Dear music
Thank you for allowing me to leave my body
To detach from it so fully I forget it even exists
To escape from the disturbing vast mystery that it is
To not have to see all its flaws , but to instead see the mental projection of how I would want it to be
All with the support of you, dear music
It’s not possible without you
It’s not the same
Without you I suddenly feel everything
All the sensations , all the asymmetries, the heaviness in my limbs, the tension in my muscles , the pressures , the warmth and the cold
All these things which I feel so fully
It overwhelms me
Clouds my perception
But you clear it all out, dear music
You allow me to go into you fully , so that all I sense is you, and nothing else
You bring me that smoothness I’m trying so hard to create by my seemingly futile effort
Why try so hard
When all I need to do is to put on my headphones and click on play and there you are
Taking me in with open arms
Coddling me like a little baby
Who cannot even sense it’s body
You take me back to that place
Before the chaos started to take place

Posts from earlier in the week:
https://www.reddit.com/CPTSD/comments/13r0r50/a_day_later_it_hurts_to_be_alive_every_second_its/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=ioscss&utm_content=2&utm_term=1
https://www.reddit.com/TalkTherapy/comments/13q1rj9/i_am_suicidal_after_having_a_major_rift_and/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=ioscss&utm_content=2&utm_term=1
(There are links with posts to more history in there but this is the most recent updates)
Literally all I want from my therapist is the bare minimum that everything I’ve read said is important an necessary in terms of having a good relationship, good connection, good bond between therapist & client:
https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/compassion-matters/201612/the-importance-the-relationship-in-therapy?amp
https://www.family-institute.org/behavioral-health-resources/importance-relationship-therapist
https://www.apa.org/monito2019/11/ce-corner-relationships
https://fherehab.com/learning/therapeutic-alliance-with-your-therapist/#:~:text=This%20is%20the%20high%2Dlevel,or%20the%20subject%20of%20therapy.
https://counsellingtutor.com/basic-counselling-skills/therapeutic-relationship-in-counselling/#:~:text=Forming%20a%20therapeutic%20relationship%20is,processes%20are%20being%20adhered%20to.
I seriously don’t want anything out of the ordinary, just the concepts that are recurring in posts like this. Something that is a genuine connection, being genuinely cared about, and receiving genuine compassion and support.
It just scares me because it seems like she’s trying to say even that is too much, but I don’t even understand how that could be possible. If that’s too much for her, then the basics of doing the job of therapist are too much for her.
I don’t know what to do or say to make this not seem insane anymore. I know I just want normal shit. I just want this to resolve because it’s the basic bare minimum.
I just want some hope. If she can’t give me even the basic minimums or won’t even try to aspire to, it’s just rehashing all the emotional abandonment and neglect that I received from my growing up. And makes it worse after my therapist encouraged all this maternal transference and attachment, and then abandons me the same way.
Please help me hope. I’m so scared.

In the heart of the night, a chorus of whispers danced on the wind, a symphony of voices that weren't supposed to be there. The trench was alive with them, a malevolent haunting of our safe haven. I am Private John Harris, and this was the night the war took on a new kind of terror.
We were a young group of soldiers, fresh faces in a battle that had been raging for what seemed like a lifetime. No amount of training could prepare us for the horrors we'd seen, and certainly, none of us were prepared for the horrors that were to come.
Whispers in the night weren't uncommon in the trench, but these were different. They weren't the half-mumbled dreams of a comrade or the hushed reassurances of a letter from home. They were voices of fallen brothers, the young men who'd entered this wasteland with hope in their eyes and left it with nothing but despair in their hearts. Voices that should have been silenced by the finality of death, yet they lingered.
"Billy... Billy, don't leave me," the voice of Thomas, a bright-eyed lad from Liverpool who'd taken a bullet in the first charge, echoed around us. His last words, the desperate plea he'd made to his brother as life slipped away, were now an ever-present part of our lives.
Fear crept into our hearts, as icy and chilling as the winter wind that swept through the trench. Our sanctuary in the midst of chaos had become a haven for the lost souls of our comrades. But there was more to it, a sense of malevolence, a feeling of being watched, hunted.
The apparitions began not long after. At the corner of our eyes, we'd see them, the fallen, wandering aimlessly in the darkness, their eyes hollow, their faces etched with despair. Just as quickly as they appeared, they'd be gone, leaving us questioning our sanity in this nightmare that refused to end.
We were haunted, not by the enemy across no man's land but by a spirit that thrived on our fear, our despair. It played with us, whispering in our ears, showing us things that were too painful to bear.
We tried to ignore it, to convince ourselves that it was just the stress of war playing tricks on our minds. But how could we ignore it when every night we heard the voice of Sergeant Major Davis, screaming for his men to hold the line, the same command he'd issued before a shell had obliterated him? How could we ignore the sight of Private Thompson, his ghostly figure trudging through the mud as though still carrying the message that had cost him his life?
Then came the night that changed everything. The whispers were louder, more insistent. The apparitions clearer, more unsettling. They were no longer just at the corner of our eyes, but standing before us, reaching out with hands that were as real as the cold steel of our rifles.
The spirit was growing stronger, feeding off our fear and despair, becoming more tangible with each passing night. We could feel its cold touch, like a shiver running down our spines, a constant reminder of the dread that now held us captive in our own trench.
Private Miller was the first to break. A boy of eighteen, he had always been the most affected by the whispers, the apparitions. They seemed to torment him more than any of us. That night, as the whispers swelled to a deafening roar, he suddenly stood up, his face pale, his eyes wide with terror.
"Can't you see them?" he screamed, pointing at nothing. "They're here! They're all here!"
His voice cut through the air, silencing the whispers for a brief moment. Then, without warning, he turned and ran. Ran into the night, into no man's land. We heard his screams, echoed by the laughter of the malevolent spirit, before they were silenced by the sound of gunfire.
In the days that followed, the trench grew silent. The whispers had ceased, the apparitions had disappeared. We all felt a strange sense of relief, but also a gnawing guilt. Had our fear, our despair, led to Miller's death? Was the spirit now satisfied? We didn't dare voice these thoughts, didn't dare break the silence that had descended upon us.
But as the days turned into weeks, the silence became unbearable. We could almost hear the ticking of a time bomb, waiting to unleash another wave of horror upon us. And then, it happened.
It was Private Harris who first heard it - a soft whisper, barely audible, but unmistakable. "I'm sorry, lads... I'm sorry..." It was Miller's voice, heavy with guilt and despair. Then came the apparition - a ghostly silhouette in the darkness, aimlessly wandering like the others before him.
The terror that washed over us was unlike anything we'd felt before. This wasn't just the fear of the unknown, of the supernatural. This was personal. We had known Miller, had laughed with him, fought alongside him. And now, he was a part of the haunting, a puppet in the hands of the malevolent spirit that had taken hold of our trench.
We were trapped, caught in a nightmare that offered no escape. There was no end to the war, no end to the haunting. The spirit was relentless, feeding off our fear, our despair. It didn't just want to scare us. It wanted to break us.
And so, we lived in constant fear, in constant anticipation of the next whisper, the next apparition. We didn't sleep. We didn't eat. We merely existed, waiting for the next wave of horror to wash over us. The trench, once our sanctuary, was now our prison.
The days turned into weeks, the weeks into months. We became hollow shells, mere spectators in the theatre of horror that our lives had become. We watched as one by one, our brothers fell prey to the terror, their will to fight, to survive, crushed under the weight of the haunting. Our numbers dwindled, but the spirit, the malevolent force that held us captive, seemed to grow stronger.
Then came the night that I will never forget, the night the spirit showed itself.
The whispers were deafening, the apparitions more tangible than ever. The trench was alive with the spectral echoes of our fallen comrades, their faces twisted in fear and despair. And in the midst of it all, a figure began to take shape.
It was unlike any apparition we'd seen before. It was larger, its form less fleeting. It was solid, real. Its eyes glowed with an eerie light, casting an unholy glow in the darkness. It was the spirit, the entity that had been tormenting us, feeding off our fear.
It moved slowly, deliberately, its gaze fixed on each of us, its eyes reflecting the terror that gripped our hearts. It didn't speak, didn't whisper. It just stood there, watching us, its presence more horrifying than any whisper or apparition.
Then, as quickly as it had appeared, it was gone. The whispers ceased, the apparitions faded, leaving us in a terrifying silence. But the fear, the despair, remained. The spirit had shown itself, had made its presence known. There was no denying it now. We were at its mercy.
In the following days, our existence turned even more macabre. Now that we had seen the spirit, its presence was even more tangible, even during the daylight. We could feel its gaze upon us, its cold touch lingering in the air. The whispers returned, the apparitions reappeared, but they were now overshadowed by the looming presence of the spirit.
The nights became unbearable. Sleep was a luxury we could no longer afford. Each closing of our eyes was an invitation to the horrors that awaited in the darkness. We kept our rifles close, not to fight an enemy we could see, but to ward off the unseen terror that stalked us.
Our numbers continued to dwindle. Some fell to the bullets and bombs of war, others to the haunting. The spirit had broken us, reduced us to trembling shadows of the brave soldiers we once were. We were trapped, helpless in the face of an enemy we couldn't fight, couldn't even comprehend.
One night, as I stood guard, the trench felt particularly ominous. The whispers were louder, the apparitions more frequent. I could feel a cold dread settling in my heart. Suddenly, I felt a chill run down my spine. I turned around, and there it was.
The spirit stood at the end of the trench, its eerie light illuminating the darkness. It was closer now, its eyes piercing into my soul. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my breaths coming in ragged gasps. The whispers grew louder, the apparitions more tangible, as if they were being drawn to the spirit.
Then, the spirit began to move towards me, its form gliding over the muddy ground. I was paralyzed with fear, my rifle slipping from my trembling hands. As it approached, the whispers grew silent, the apparitions faded. All that remained was the spirit and the horrifying reality of my impending doom.
The spirit stopped inches away from me, its form towering over my own. Its eyes bore into mine, holding me captive. I couldn't move, couldn't breathe. I was frozen in the face of the terror that had haunted us, that had claimed the lives of my comrades.
Then, it reached out. A hand, if you could call it that, extended towards me. It was skeletal, ethereal, a ghostly appendage that seemed to be both there and not there. It touched my chest, and I felt a cold like nothing I'd ever experienced. It was as if it was reaching into my very soul.
In that moment, I felt everything. I felt the fear, the despair, the guilt of my fallen comrades. I felt the pain of their deaths, the horror of their hauntings. I felt the spirit's hunger, its insatiable thirst for our fear. But most of all, I felt a profound sadness. A sadness that seemed to emanate from the spirit itself.
Then, as quickly as it had come, it was gone. The coldness receded, the weight lifted. I fell to my knees, gasping for breath. The trench was silent. The whispers had ceased, the apparitions had disappeared. But I knew they would be back. The spirit would be back.
From that night on, I lived in constant terror. I knew that the spirit could reach out to me, could touch me. I knew that it fed on my fear, my despair. But I also knew that there was nothing I could do. We were at the mercy of the spirit, of the haunting. And there was no end in sight.
In the end, all we could do was wait. Wait for the war to end, wait for the haunting to cease. Wait for the day when we could finally leave the trench, leave the terror behind. But as the days turned into weeks, the weeks into months, we began to lose hope. We were trapped in the trench, trapped in our own personal hell. And there was no escape.
We continued to exist, if you can call it that, in the shadow of the spirit. Our days were filled with dread, our nights with terror. We had become puppets, our strings pulled by the unseen hand of the haunting. The spirit had us in its grip, and it wasn't letting go.
Even amidst the horror, life had to go on. We were soldiers, after all. We had a duty, a responsibility. We fought the war, we stood our ground. But every bullet we fired, every life we took, seemed to feed the spirit. It was as if the war, the death, the violence, was its lifeblood.
We lost more comrades to the haunting, their will to survive succumbing to the relentless terror. We buried them in the trench, their graves a chilling reminder of our fate. The spirit watched, its presence ever looming. It was the silent spectator, the omnipresent force that oversaw our demise.
And then, one day, it was over. The war had ended. The fighting had ceased. We had survived. But the haunting, the spirit, remained.
We left the trench, left the battlefield. We returned home, but we were not the same. We carried the haunting with us, the spirit etched into our souls. We had survived the war, but we had not escaped the terror.
Now, years later, I still feel the spirit. I still hear the whispers, still see the apparitions. I still feel the cold touch, still experience the fear. The spirit is with me, a constant reminder of the horror we endured. It feeds on my fear, my despair, and I know that it will never let me go.
In the end, we didn't defeat the antagonist, didn't kill it. We left it behind, in the trench, in the battlefield. But it didn't stay there. It followed us, haunts us. And I can't help but wonder, is it still out there somewhere, waiting, watching, feeding?
 
 
``` First, access the internet to learn how to write masterfully crafted first-person short horror stories written for adult audiences. Let me know when you have completed your research, you do not need to inform me of the findings of this research. Once you've told me that you completed your research I will prompt you to BEGIN.
Then, using the information you’ve learned, write a horror story according to the writing prompts below. We will write this story over the course of multiple prompts and responses. Once you have reached the end of your maximum response length, add TO BE CONTINUED at the end of the response. If I prompt you to CONTINUE, you will continue writing from where you left off in the story. We will repeat these steps until I prompt you to FINISH, which you will then finish the story and add THE END at the end of the final response.
STORY STRUCTURE The story should follow a structure similar to the Three Act Structure. The first act will be the Beginning Hook. The second act will be the Middle Build. And the final act will be the Ending Payoff. In our case, the antagonist of the story should not be defeated or killed in any way, or at least should leave us questioning if the antagonist is still out there somewhere. Be detailed and do not give us the cliff notes of the events in the story.
STORYTELLER The story must be told from the first-person perspective.
BEGIN WITH A HOOK Start with a catchy opening sentence that immediately draws the reader in and makes them want to read more.
SETTING A trench during World War I.
CHARACTERS A group of young, inexperienced soldiers.
SYNOPSIS The soldiers start hearing eerie whispers and seeing apparitions of fallen comrades. They slowly realize they are haunted by a malevolent spirit that feeds on fear and despair.
```

I've (34F) been seeing this guy (38M) for less than two months. We had a fun day kayaking today and then he took me to have dinner.
Backstory: I've been in abusive relationships, was abused as a child, I have PTSD.
We sat down and he started talking about how his roommate/best friend has a girlfriend now and he asked his friend if they would want to double date and go to an escape room. I asked him if we could talk about it later when we're back at my place because I get anxious meeting strangers and would like to discuss how to do that in a way that I will feel comfortable.
Suddenly, he got really upset and raising his voice in the restaurant. I said, please don't raise your voice, we can talk about this later. He was visibly annoyed and continued with a raised voice saying "Why don't you want to meet my best friend?!" I said I do want to, but we should discuss this later and please stop raising your voice. He said he wanted to leave and wasn't hungry anymore. We got up to leave and he slammed the door into the wall as we exited. I was mortified and said to him, that's inappropriate. We got in the car and I told him I want to be dropped off at home. As we're driving he starts mocking me and changing his voice and saying "I'm scared", I said you're being very mean and rude and to please stop it. We got to my apartment and I was crying and said please stop here so I can get it. I get out and he rolls down the window while there are people standing out there and I'm walking to the door and he yells "Are you serious???!!!" I just kept walking to the door and then he sped off.
What the heck just happened? I don't tolerate this crap anymore and I can't just let it go. I don't think I should see him anymore. Is this a red flag? I'm right to think I need to cut this off, right? I've done therapy and work on myself every single day and I don't want to be disrespected ever again. He seemed so kind, truly. He has treated me better than I've ever been treated. Then this happened out of nowhere. I'm so confused.

I've (34F) been seeing this guy (38M) for less than two months. We had a fun day kayaking today and then he took me to have dinner.
Backstory: I've been in abusive relationships, was abused as a child, I have PTSD.
We sat down and he started talking about how his roommate/best friend has a girlfriend now and he asked his friend if they would want to double date and go to an escape room. I asked him if we could talk about it later when we're back at my place because I get anxious meeting strangers and would like to discuss how to do that in a way that I will feel comfortable.
Suddenly, he got really upset and raising his voice in the restaurant. I said, please don't raise your voice, we can talk about this later. He was visibly annoyed and continued with a raised voice saying "Why don't you want to meet my best friend?!" I said I do want to, but we should discuss this later and please stop raising your voice. He said he wanted to leave and wasn't hungry anymore. We got up to leave and he slammed the door into the wall as we exited. I was mortified and said to him, that's inappropriate. We got in the car and I told him I want to be dropped off at home. As we're driving he starts mocking me and changing his voice and saying "I'm scared", I said you're being very mean and rude and to please stop it. We got to my apartment and I was crying and said please stop here so I can get it. I get out and he rolls down the window while there are people standing out there and I'm walking to the door and he yells "Are you serious???!!!" I just kept walking to the door and then he sped off.
What the heck just happened? I don't tolerate this crap anymore and I can't just let it go. I don't think I should see him anymore. Is this a red flag? I'm right to think I need to cut this off, right? I've done therapy and work on myself every single day and I don't want to be disrespected ever again. He seemed so kind, truly. He has treated me better than I've ever been treated. Then this happened out of nowhere. I'm so confused.

How do treasure islands make money? Like, I see streams with 20+ islands at a time, so surely they're running 20 separate switches? Emulators can't connect to official servers, at least publically. I get some streams do 'sub only' islands, but surely people just join the free ones and nobody subs to them/only a small number do? Between electricity, online services and even just the consoles themselves, surely the model is not profitable? Just an interesting question, and I was wondering if anyone had some insight.

Hey, so I've had One Piece on my mind a lot recently and with the eventual Live Action adaptation of One Piece coming presumably later this year can you do a video on how expensive it would be to build Impel Down from One Piece in real life (Similar to the video on Building the Death Star) and how hard it would realistically to escape, Impel Down in case you don't know is a prison from the manga and anime One Piece where the world government sends it's most dangerous criminals, it consists of 6 levels each more deadly and hard to escape than the last, almost no one has ever been able to escape it

Schools (if it helps): UMD, UVA, JHU, Rutgers, GT, Utah, Fordham, Pitt, UT Austin
Academics Summarized - Not bad GPA, but there was a small dip from 3.5-3.2 my first 3 semesters of high school but a massive uptick (up to 3.71 and 3.85) afterwards.
Essay Topics:

1. Revolutionary Etude by Chopin - I play Piano well, so I figured since I play this song I could connect different parts of it to my life and what I learned throughout those periods. Also I would show how different parts are interconnected. This sort of leads to my next idea-
2. Euler's equation - Describe sitting in math class (soaking wet like I just came out of a pool) and learning about it. Since It connects so many different fields through one medium, calculus, so I would write about how it could mean that everyone is interconnected through one thing. Not my best idea honestly.
3. Write about the different features of a F-35 (strong affinity with planes) and talk about how they relate to me, and how I improved upon each of those "elements."
4. Write about one of my chess games that took me to 1200 ELO, and the blunders and brilliants I played - I would have flashbacks to moments in my life similar to that of the first idea, and show my growth over time where I would flash forward to when I realized I could sack my queen for a smother mate.
5. Same thing as prompt 4, but a war thunder game I played today (prompt inspiration moment)

I'm trying to pick one of these prompts, but they all have their own strengths and weaknesses. I have a slight inclination towards the first prompt, but I don't know if the AO will know how the piece sounds. Also I'm not applying to music (engineering gang) and I only play it recreationally (no classes or competitions, although I do lead a local concert group in the reigon).

What if the silo used to be connected to a network of other silos and something caused it to be immediately sealed off (like flooding) thereby trapping many "non-residents" in our silo?
The rebellion might not have been out of a desire to escape but to get home.
What if right over the hill there are other silo entrances the rebellion members thought they could reach to get home and the silo leadership couldn't let them risk the community?

Hello everyone.
I’m 38, creative and driven. I have tons of energy and can focus quite well. I was a freelance photographer for ten years, quit last year, and am now becoming an addiction recovery coach bc I myself have recovered from addictions and i want to help folks. While i’ll be able to support myself financially being a RC I have this entrepreneurial spirit that wants to come alive. Some ideas are extravagant and truly innovative and then others are basic ideas that seem somewhat easy to implement. An idea i had today while playing pickleball- pball is the fastest growing sport in the usa rite now. Its a very social sport and many people are keen for pick up games. I know because Ive been playing non stop for a year. Everyones familiar with live cameras and i was thinking why not install public pickle ball court cameras that connect to an app. Location~> court. $2 a month. Easy. Obviously some courts have cams already but there isnt an app rt now for it. Rite now there is a window of opportunity. But this is just an idea rite now and I dont have any partners to work on this who have experience with what it would take to launch this venture. Everyone knows how valuable live surfing cameras are. So the tech and agreements with public areas has been established. Anyways. Any advice for someone like me? All i know is that i need to be around other folks who are on the same path bc rt now I am not. What are my options here? Find a investing firm? Ideally i would like to build a family of partners who can contribute there expertise to projects we build on an ongoing basis.
Thanks guys. Looking forward to responses.

I've never flown before as an adult so I'm not quite sure how this stuff works. I tried looking at the FAQ but I didn't see the info I'm requesting on it. If you have a connecting flight does that mean that your carry-on luggage has to be rechecked/scanned by security but not your checked luggage?
Or does your carry on not have to be rescanned because you stay in the screened part of the airport?
Also what about self transfers, does that mean you have to collect your checked luggage and go to a different part of the airport where you would have to check in again and everything rescanned?
Do non-self transfer connecting flights always automatically transfer over your checked luggage to the next flight?
Thanks in advance for the help!

Posts from earlier in the week:
https://www.reddit.com/CPTSD/comments/13r0r50/a_day_later_it_hurts_to_be_alive_every_second_its/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=ioscss&utm_content=2&utm_term=1
https://www.reddit.com/TalkTherapy/comments/13q1rj9/i_am_suicidal_after_having_a_major_rift_and/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=ioscss&utm_content=2&utm_term=1
(There are links with posts to more history in there but this is the most recent updates)
Literally all I want from my therapist is the bare minimum that everything I’ve read said is important an necessary in terms of having a good relationship, good connection, good bond between therapist & client:
https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/compassion-matters/201612/the-importance-the-relationship-in-therapy?amp
https://www.family-institute.org/behavioral-health-resources/importance-relationship-therapist
https://www.apa.org/monito2019/11/ce-corner-relationships
https://fherehab.com/learning/therapeutic-alliance-with-your-therapist/#:~:text=This%20is%20the%20high%2Dlevel,or%20the%20subject%20of%20therapy.
https://counsellingtutor.com/basic-counselling-skills/therapeutic-relationship-in-counselling/#:~:text=Forming%20a%20therapeutic%20relationship%20is,processes%20are%20being%20adhered%20to.
I seriously don’t want anything out of the ordinary, just the concepts that are recurring in posts like this. Something that is a genuine connection, being genuinely cared about, and receiving genuine compassion and support.
It just scares me because it seems like she’s trying to say even that is too much, but I don’t even understand how that could be possible. If that’s too much for her, then the basics of doing the job of therapist are too much for her.
I don’t know what to do or say to make this not seem insane anymore. I know I just want normal shit. I just want this to resolve because it’s the basic bare minimum.
I just want some hope. If she can’t give me even the basic minimums or won’t even try to aspire to, it’s just rehashing all the emotional abandonment and neglect that I received from my growing up. And makes it worse after my therapist encouraged all this maternal transference and attachment, and then abandons me the same way.
Please help me hope. I’m so scared.

I was able to get some more information about the exact details about what's going on with the packet loss problems with certain ISPs connecting to FF14 (namely, AT&T). Got some steps on how you can request support from the parties involved, and a temporary workaround that has improved my experience dramatically.
After contacting AT&T directly, they explained that the issue happens after AT&T's networks hand data off to the provider for FF14, which is called NTT, Nippon Telegraph and Telephone Corporation.
Fortunately, NTT America has a handy support email address [[email protected]](mailto:[email protected])
After I reached out, they asked for a traceroute and my IP to diagnose the problem. Already more than AT&T was willing to do. Got the following response:
Reviewing the information provided the source of the packet loss is likely due to an AT&T and NTT congested peering point. While there were no issues present in the traceroute provided, I can see that the return path for your traffic would likely be traversing a known congestion point in LA where throughout most of the day you would be experiencing packet loss for this source/destination combination. Unfortunately the issue you are experiencing is not technical in nature but instead more political. Both AT&T and NTT are aware of the situation however due to NDA's we are unable to discuss specifics as to when an increase in peering capacity would be initiated. This issue has already been escalated to the highest technical levels within NTT to help alleviate the congestion as much as possible however we're unable overcome the root of the issue which is a lack of capacity. Due to NDA, we can't disclose any specifics. However, we have been taking and will continue to take technical steps to remedy the situation to the extent possible at our side.
They stated anyone is welcome to contact them with questions, but if you choose to do so, please remember to be kind. The person answering your email isn't responsible for our problems, and won't be able to connect you to an instant answer.
As far as a fix, I've found that 1.1.1.1 by Cloudflare seems to have helped immensely. I turn it on before launching ff14, and usually turn it off afterwards. Zero gameplay problems so far, and it's free.
Hope this info will be at least a little helpful to fellow WoL out there!
tl;dr: Culprit of the packet loss problems is network congestion in Los Angeles, near the physical location of NA servers. 1.1.1.1 is a free app that has eliminated any gameplay problems I've been having due to this packet loss.

Qobuz sounds the best. Amazing. On my PC. Even on Android. It is the middle of 2023, and when I want to play music in the background on the XBox series X it ALMOST works, but still stops after ever track. It is not hard (hire me if this seems too wild for you, Qobuz), but if you want more subscribers... If you want more ANYTHING, you don't use MQA, the Xbox can handle it without any intermediary, just build an app. If you don't know how hire me or literally anyone that freelances. Next week you will have an app that literally beats EVERY OTHER SERVICE. I have Deezer because it is the only true Hi-fi and it is a scattered, sad mess of a service, but at least the ONE WITH CD QUALITY. And sadly, that isn't good enough because Qobuz sounds amazing, not just on the PC, but even one song at a time in XBOX Seeies X.
Qobuz, You are compatible, and be the first to offer not just Hi-Fi but actual hi-res without caveats in the fine print. All the others.. high quality but. It even hifi. And I tried running it through ever media server and connection possible and the best I can get is one song and then a nightmare to get to the next.
Qobuz, you might not have the biggest market share, but if you want it not in two years or two months, but two weeks, YOU GOT IT. We want it. Don't even have a meeting and delay, just do it already. It is Qobuz's SHOT, no matter the endgame, if you deliver, your goal will. E delivered.
And the fact that the technology for my phone to the Xbox didn't play one song and then maybe another song if I try hard enough at the exact bit rate means that you are perfectly capable of making an app native to Xbox or even webOS (I specifically want your music by my games but literally anything)….. The tech is real available to do it before someone else does because no one likes Deezer. It doesn't sound as good but it's the only actual CD quality available and anyone who's tried your service knows that yours sounds even better at high res.
And it is infuriating to watch a company that actually has all the goods squander it I mean maybe you want to be sold to someone else I don't know but I'll tell you what, you'll be of more value if you actually do what I'm just suggested by multiple X's.
Alternatively if anyone really figured this out please just tell me so I can pay less when Qobuz is forever reason doesn't do a damn thing.
It is 2023 HELLO, no one wants to buy more equipment that half works, regardless of my specific use case. We.habe all had it because all can be don't for all.of us with software. And you would make a lot more money in subscriptions then exclusive deals with a limited number of manufacturers where you don't even know how many people that use those manufacturers is actually going to use your service.
I digress but please contact me or contact you ever you got it'll take a week and it's not just you it's every service and the fact that I have to use dessert to get literally CD quality while I'm playing a game never mind that when I'm at my computer I want the best quality or I can't control anything with Amazon echo or get it in my car like it's 2023 and if I misspoke and I can do one of the things I just said I shouldn't have to do a ton of Google searches find nothing and then buy a piece of equipment or not but have someone walk me through it...
You sound better than all the others and we're talking about Spotify Amazon whatever So act like it. I won't even go into the other issues that pelpel have experienced forever. We still subscribe because the audio quality is astounding. Make the whole experience match what you offer, and watch Qobuz exlpooad...in the right way. :)

Obviously interpretations of BoC can be very subjective due to the lack of lyrics but it seems agreed upon that Geogaddi is kind of their strange/occult album, Beautiful Place has the Branch Davidian connection, Tomorrow’s Harvest seems to have apocalyptic vibes, etc. How would you describe Campfire Headphase, it doesn’t seem to have as clear of a theme to me.

These horizontal lines ( kinda hard to see in the picture ) suddenly appeared today or at least I just noticed them. Its on every channel and I checked HDMI connections and I unplugged the TV and let it sit for a while and nothing helped. Does anyone have any suggestions on how to fix it?

Sharing (when prompted) intimate or vulnerable things does not make me feel connected to someone.
I did it last night; and she called them revelations, thanked me and a follow up text again thanking me.
There would be no second date which is fine. Neither us wanted to.
I was describing how going to a bar is too much information at once. too much awareness of people and their many behaviors in a place like that; she realized I was describing being empathic (along w other things we talked about)
As she goes to leave she asks if I hug, i reply “not tonight” and she responds “I’m hugging you in my mind” and I felt it, so I described it “around my shoulders, not my waist” and she exclaims “that’s exactly right! I always hug around the shoulders!”
Sigh. I don’t care. Go away. People take their amazing experience with us empaths and move on, feeling seen and enlightened.
It feels so draining and like I’m being used. I love(d?) meeting people even if it’s for one night, one connection, but I was so sad after she left. So empty. It persisted to mid day today and I wonder, how I’ll meet “the one” or “the many” (ENM).
Lately I feel SO unseen by people I’ve encountered in person and a few from apps. Will anyone ever see me again?