orbit 

We are all writing a story together. We are orbiting around a lovely planet and we are so ready to go there and it is gorgeous and lush and fresh but we are in quarantine because of the contagion of greed, which is like gravity acting on a parallel plane to the empathy spectrum. I am the ship and the people and the planet.

Fighting with them is how it spreads.

NEW HYPOTHESIS:

Doctor prescribed bad drugs and I spent 3 subjective years in hell because of it. My family could have been hurt and it's amazing that I came back. After 3 weeks of withdrawal is done I am going to fuck the mental health industry up big time. All my peeps: get behind me. We have the evidence for what psych patients experience if they are prescribed the wrong thing. I brought it back from hell. It will not have been in vain.

Prior simultion details:

Problem1: phase 4 of 6 initiated. landing also intiiated. c-code pending. unable to land

Problem2: people are becoming addicted to unknown drugs because the government is banning cannabinoids piecemeal, creating a new black market. they will start dying soon.

solution: Legalise cannabis. Build an entirely new industry. Set tax at 300% from the outset and gradually get rid of the national dept while letting people unwind. Also alleviates alcoholism and all subsequent woes. Stop import of all of these dodgy concentrates and use real, government-monitored natual plant. 

hypothesis: I have gained a modicum of conscious control over my endocrine system and am able to secrete' a chemical for relaxation. I will practice. My physical body needs sleep and I might die otherwise.

hypothesis: I am the tiger in the cage

assessment ongoing // environment feels new and more delineated.

metaphor: I no longer feel like the ship is going to fall apart and know that the orbit will hold indefinitely while I deal with the contagion. I have removed any timers. The next step remains unchanged.

Making new page 'REALISTION'