Matt murphy d.a. age

So, I've been going through the whole Marvel: Age of Krakoa jump. And the scenarios are pretty easy to accomplish and offer huge benefits and all you gotta do is not be a dumbass. Even if you're not an experience jumper, it's still fairly doable.
The "Judgement Day" scenario however seems like a nightmare to do with just in-jump perks. I know a dozen ways to solo the whole scenario with out-of-jump powers.
So, I need some input on how people would beat that scenario using in-jump perks and powers and which perks/powers would be most helpful. Because killing a Celestial is pretty fucking hard.
The link to the jump is below -
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1R5C37ZQ5yPhrjpI-1Y1myUGbwTRWIgbj/view

I was with my first ex when I was 19 and he was 25. Our relationship wasn’t great but I was a bit too young to see the red flags. He ended up breaking up with me and I was devastated he ended up messaging me that night telling me he wanted to be happy and he didn’t feel he could with me and we got back together the day after because I was stupid. We then build a life together got an apartment and talked about marriage. We spend 5 years together until through friends I found out he took a high schooler on a graduation dinner. He then lied to me but admitted that he wanted to be happy. We broke up and I was again devastated. He messaged me again telling me everything that everyone who’s going through a break up wants to hear about getting back together. Only for the next day to find out it was a drunk text. I was still heartbroken but the anger of that made it easy to move on.
Last year on holiday I met another guy who was about my age. We spent a lot of time visiting each other and talked everyday. We had all the same interests and it was kinda like finally seeing what being in love was like. We decided I should move over to his country cause I had a dual citizenship and he didn’t so it’d be easier. Two weeks after the move and he told me that long distance was fine but being together was a bit too much.
I’m heartbroken and moving back to live with my parents. I quit my job and everything for this. I don’t hate him and I’m not mad as my last relationship taught me that sometimes it’s just best to let things go. But I feel stupid for this happening twice in a row and I’m heartbroken again. I’ve still got awhile in my 20’s and everyone keeps just saying I gave it a go and sometimes it just doesn’t work. That there’s no harm or anything with what I’ve done but I just feel lost and alone especially after messaging someone everyday. I’m trying to be positive about everything like learning what I want and stuff but it’s hard to know where to move from here.

TW: Sexual abuse
Throwaway account because I'm absolutely terrified of my exes finding out it's me.
It took a very long time for me to realize that what happened to me as a child isn't okay. When I was around 11 I met someone online that I got into a long-distance relationship with. I was so naive and stupid back then. He lied about his age 2 times and turned out to be 17. I didn't understand this was a huge red flag at that time.
Then after a few months he started making sexual comments, sending d*ck pics and all that. When we were together irl all he wanted to do was get blowjobs and that kind of stuff.
When I look back on it now I feel so disgusted. When I was 17 I thought 11/12 year olds were KIDS. I didn't want to have anything to do with them because I thought they were so young! Then it finally clicked for me that what happened wasn't normal. He had made comments about being sad that my boobs were growing and sh*t like that. It makes me want to puke.
A few years ago I got into a new relationship. When I finally decided I should open up about my past the response I got wasn't what I expected. My ex told me that he was very disappointed to hear "he wasn't my first". He also said that it's my own fault for not stopping it from happening. (Spoiler: I did not stay with him for long after that)
I really try to not take to heart what he said, but it's giving me so many doubts. My memories aren't the clearest, and what if I never clearly said no? What if I could have stopped it from happening?
Another reason I've started to doubt myself is that the guy from my childhood is STILL TRYING TO CONTACT ME after more than 7/8 years. I've denied his every request and blocked him, but he keeps finding new ways. In one message he said that he was sorry for "being a bit too controlling" in the past, but that I should remember the "good times" we had together (referring to the sexual acts). What if he thinks I enjoyed it because I wasn't clear enough in me not wanting to do it at all? I feel like he tricked me into doing all of it, but is that even a valid thought? Doesn't that make it so that I'm the one at fault?
I'm just so scared that I'm making myself a victim when in reality it's all my own fault.

(I posted this to yoga. I would like to bring together the yoga and psychedelic-healing communities. But the folks at yoga often scoff at my psychedelic-themed posts so we'll see...)
I recently attended a seminar at the Columbia School of Social Work on the theme of psychedelic healing. It was an eye-opening experience and confirmed my conviction that the yoga community can play a key role in supporting therapeutic outcomes.
The panelists were inspiring. A grad student, currently in training to become a therapist, spoke of her experience with trauma. Psilocybin therapy had allowed her to make tremendous progress. A middle-aged man related the extreme alcoholism that led his doctors to predict, "At the rate you're going, you'll be dead by 30." After three therapy sessions with magic mushrooms, he had not touched a drink in 6 years.
Another man described his PTSD from childhood abuse and wartime horrors, along with his descent into severe depression and heroin use. He was taken to an Ayahuasca ceremony by a fellow vet and credited the experience with saving his life -- "I experienced joy for the first time."
All the panelists were folks operating at high levels within the world of psychedelic healing -- doctors, up-and-coming therapists, leaders of organizations -- and each one had a powerful, personal story of their own healing path.
I spoke in the Q & A session.
I described my experience, whereby 30 years of yoga practice combined with psychedelic therapy had basically ended my lifelong depression stemming from violent trauma in childhood. I said I could not separate the factors -- Yoga and intentional psychedelic work seemed both to be critical for me.
I noted that, while somatic work and breath work were being addressed more often in the psychedelic-healing community, still many patients were being given medicine with no instruction geared toward balancing energy, building awareness of the breath, settling the mind, etc.
The panelists responded unanimously -- and each one took time to respond to my summary question, "Is there a role for yogis?"
Their answer was, "YES, there is a role for yogis!" They all related ways in which yoga or yoga-adjacent practices had contributed to their psychedelic-healing experiences. They reinforced the "All hands on deck!" sentiment I had received from a prominent ketamine therapist (who is also a yoga teacher).
What is the role for yogis?
The obvious answer is to teach breathing, chakra-scanning, simple asanas, properly. The MAPS guide for MDMA therapy, for example, is light on breath work. I have been to psychedelic healing ceremonies where the facilitator clearly knows that deep breathing is important but they describe the process in a clumsy, incoherent way -- A yoga teacher would teach pranayama much more effectively!
There is also R & D. How does the community come up with effective methods quickly, to benefit the countless folks benefits from psychedelic therapy? Science, with its demand for rigor and adherence to a tight method, is slow. Its conclusions may be strong, but they are often hyper-specific, because only one variable has been addressed.
I believe yogis are the best positioned to develop such healing methods, because of their intuitive understanding of body, breath, and mind -- because of their direct experience.
An example is Tibetan Dream Yoga. This ancient set of practices was developed by yogis over hundreds of years -- Its practices owe to the experiences of practitioners, who learned as they went along, experimented and refined at every step. It is hard to imagine such progress having been made if they were beholden to the scientific method, peer review at every stage, etc.
The dream is very similar to some psychedelic states, so Dream Yoga is an auspicious guide for developing yogic methods for psychedelic healing.
I have started two subs dedicated to this topic, one for ketamine and another for cannabis. KetamineStateYoga and CannabisStateYoga.
I am trying to further a conversation between the yoga and psychedelic-healing communities. If you are a yogi (or practitioner of a yoga-adjacent form) with an interest in psychedelic healing, please relate your experience -- What have you learned? What have been your successes and setbacks?
Or comment on the overall endeavor -- How can yogis be of benefit as psychedelic healing gathers momentum in these turbulent and troubling times?

(I posted this to yoga. I would like to bring together the yoga and psychedelic-healing communities. But the folks at yoga often scoff at my psychedelic-themed posts so we'll see...)
I recently attended a seminar at the Columbia School of Social Work on the theme of psychedelic healing. It was an eye-opening experience and confirmed my conviction that the yoga community can play a key role in supporting therapeutic outcomes.
The panelists were inspiring. A grad student, currently in training to become a therapist, spoke of her experience with trauma. Psilocybin therapy had allowed her to make tremendous progress. A middle-aged man related the extreme alcoholism that led his doctors to predict, "At the rate you're going, you'll be dead by 30." After three therapy sessions with magic mushrooms, he had not touched a drink in 6 years.
Another man described his PTSD from childhood abuse and wartime horrors, along with his descent into severe depression and heroin use. He was taken to an Ayahuasca ceremony by a fellow vet and credited the experience with saving his life -- "I experienced joy for the first time."
All the panelists were folks operating at high levels within the world of psychedelic healing -- doctors, up-and-coming therapists, leaders of organizations -- and each one had a powerful, personal story of their own healing path.
I spoke in the Q & A session.
I described my experience, whereby 30 years of yoga practice combined with psychedelic therapy had basically ended my lifelong depression stemming from violent trauma in childhood. I said I could not separate the factors -- Yoga and intentional psychedelic work seemed both to be critical for me.
I noted that, while somatic work and breath work were being addressed more often in the psychedelic-healing community, still many patients were being given medicine with no instruction geared toward balancing energy, building awareness of the breath, settling the mind, etc.
The panelists responded unanimously -- and each one took time to respond to my summary question, "Is there a role for yogis?"
Their answer was, "YES, there is a role for yogis!" They all related ways in which yoga or yoga-adjacent practices had contributed to their psychedelic-healing experiences. They reinforced the "All hands on deck!" sentiment I had received from a prominent ketamine therapist (who is also a yoga teacher).
What is the role for yogis?
The obvious answer is to teach breathing, chakra-scanning, simple asanas, properly. The MAPS guide for MDMA therapy, for example, is light on breath work. I have been to psychedelic healing ceremonies where the facilitator clearly knows that deep breathing is important but they describe the process in a clumsy, incoherent way -- A yoga teacher would teach pranayama much more effectively!
There is also R & D. How does the community come up with effective methods quickly, to benefit the countless folks benefits from psychedelic therapy? Science, with its demand for rigor and adherence to a tight method, is slow. Its conclusions may be strong, but they are often hyper-specific, because only one variable has been addressed.
I believe yogis are the best positioned to develop such healing methods, because of their intuitive understanding of body, breath, and mind -- because of their direct experience.
An example is Tibetan Dream Yoga. This ancient set of practices was developed by yogis over hundreds of years -- Its practices owe to the experiences of practitioners, who learned as they went along, experimented and refined at every step. It is hard to imagine such progress having been made if they were beholden to the scientific method, peer review at every stage, etc.
The dream is very similar to some psychedelic states, so Dream Yoga is an auspicious guide for developing yogic methods for psychedelic healing.
I have started two subs dedicated to this topic, one for ketamine and another for cannabis. KetamineStateYoga and CannabisStateYoga.
I am trying to further a conversation between the yoga and psychedelic-healing communities. If you are a yogi (or practitioner of a yoga-adjacent form) with an interest in psychedelic healing, please relate your experience -- What have you learned? What have been your successes and setbacks?
Or comment on the overall endeavor -- How can yogis be of benefit as psychedelic healing gathers momentum in these turbulent and troubling times?

Alessa loved the summer. The little place where she’d been born and raised was a boring, sleepy tree village that was all too peaceful and quiet for the young woman. Not to mention filled with the elderly and hardly populated with anyone her own age.
They lived on the edges of the land where the House of Artemis resided but Alessa had never got to really be free like her other sisters of Artemis.
Things were different when summer hit. Every year she made the pilgrimage to the capital Themyscira City for its’ countless summer festivals, all incredibly elaborate and bustling with tourists. Her first year as an adult also meant it was the first year where she could make this trek on her own and really enjoy the festivities to their fullest.
Thousands of women from all over the massive continent flocked to the capital during this time; it was always so exciting seeing all of the children playing in the rolling hills and large fields outside the city walls.
Not to mention all of the important High Priestesses and other officials who’d arrive to Themyscira City with their legions of Priestesses and other followers.
If you were lucky, you’d maybe get to see an Immortal too. Only Demi-Gods, as the Gods didn’t simply let mere mortals bask in their presence. Though considering that they were the original Amazons it was still incredibly exciting.
And in any case, the diversity of the city mixed with the diversity in tourists tended to make the Amazons forget about the…tensions between the various Houses of Themyscira.
Themyscira had once been a place to get away from the wars and squabbles of the gods, but after hundreds of thousands of years of development the continent was split between regions ruled by the different political Houses, each devoted to their own God or Goddess. Even the mortals were all descended from the Gods original creations, so Alessa supposed this made some sense.
But things had been getting worse over the past hundred years and the capital was like a powder keg even during joyous times such as these.
Alessa parked her pegasus Percy about a hundred yards from the front gates of the city, a heavy sigh left her lips as she hopelessly gazed at the hordes of people orderly making their way through the gates. Ugh, it’d probably be hours before she could get in.
She’d hoped she could have gotten there early but Percy’s wings had gone tired. Even then, he found it more fun to prance through the hills and Alessa had to chase him around for nearly a half hour.
“Ugh, this is wonderful. I’d be eating Tarhkaran Squid or watching the Daughters of Artemis marksman contest if we could only just fly over the walls. We’d likely get shot down.” The raven haired young woman rolled off Percy and collapsed onto the soft grass.
Only after a moment of rest was she suddenly greeted by the sound of heavy, thunderous steps. The Warrior Caste that belonged to Argos, home to the House of Ares. Alessa quickly jumped onto Percy and the frightened horse squealed as it pushed itself several dozen feet into the air to avoid the marching battalion of soldiers.
Their carriages were carried by several massive, gnarling beasts that were practically treated as pets where they were from. This was always the most intimidating part of the summer festivities to Alessa, representatives from the various Warrior Castes would gather together in the capital as a show of peace.
Amazons had once been a tribe of exclusively warriors in the early days, but things changed once they’d removed themselves from the violent and warmongering ways of man. For the most part.
She gazed in awe at the hardened soldiers. Black steel armor. Helmets that shrouded their faces. Blades and spears heavier than a normal person could reasonably carry. And glowing with various enchantments.
“Wh-whoa!” Alessa managed to gasp. The entire crowd of civilians parted to let the warriors through.
The Warrior Castes only seemed to show up to the capital more armed every year. She was surprised the Argosians hadn’t come with twice the artillery as anyone else just to flex their might. There really was something eery in the air this year. Some even called for the cancellation of the festivals this year. Alessa truly hoped her suspicions wouldn’t come to fruition.
………….
Hello everyone! You can call me Janglesh. My timezone is PST, I’m a 23 year old multi para writer looking to worldbuild a greek mythology setting taking place on Themyscira, home of the Amazons!
This is an idea that I’ve been really craving to explore and flesh out with someone who loves worldbuilding just as much as I do! I left aspects of the world and culture and plot a bit open so we can come up with things together, and everything is also up to change if you have your own ideas! I’d really love to contribute to this world equally with someone and conjure up a setting and story that’ll really set our imaginations on fire!
The basic setup is that thousands of years ago, the original Amazons created their own realm to get away from the war between the Gods over who controlled the human realm. Themyscira is home to only women, the descendents of the original Amazons. It is a massive, fantastical realm full of amazing creatures and magic gifted to them by the Gods.
It’s divided into several regions, each controlled by worshippers of each God. Things have been peaceful but lately there’s been growing tension.
I’d love for this to have an ensemble cast, I enjoy having multiple character types working off of each other and trying out different dynamics. Obviously we’d still each have mains that we focus on, though.
General Requirements:
•Be an adult. The roleplay will be sfw, but I’m pretty uncomfortable with writing with someone who’s not an adult.
•Be interested in conversing and discussing the roleplay, as well as mutual collaboration. Collaborating and brainstorming together makes the rp so much more fun! OOC chatter is also appreciated.
•Be detailed and multi para.
•Be willing to write multiple characters, I will do the same. We’ll have mains, but I love having side characters and stuff to make the world and story feel more three dimensional and fleshed out.
And that’s it!
DM me and we can discuss the plot and characters! Thanks for reading.

Alessa loved the summer. The little place where she’d been born and raised was a boring, sleepy tree village that was all too peaceful and quiet for the young woman. Not to mention filled with the elderly and hardly populated with anyone her own age.
They lived on the edges of the land where the House of Artemis resided but Alessa had never got to really be free like her other sisters of Artemis.
Things were different when summer hit. Every year she made the pilgrimage to the capital Themyscira City for its’ countless summer festivals, all incredibly elaborate and bustling with tourists. Her first year as an adult also meant it was the first year where she could make this trek on her own and really enjoy the festivities to their fullest.
Thousands of women from all over the massive continent flocked to the capital during this time; it was always so exciting seeing all of the children playing in the rolling hills and large fields outside the city walls.
Not to mention all of the important High Priestesses and other officials who’d arrive to Themyscira City with their legions of Priestesses and other followers.
If you were lucky, you’d maybe get to see an Immortal too. Only Demi-Gods, as the Gods didn’t simply let mere mortals bask in their presence. Though considering that they were the original Amazons it was still incredibly exciting.
And in any case, the diversity of the city mixed with the diversity in tourists tended to make the Amazons forget about the…tensions between the various Houses of Themyscira.
Themyscira had once been a place to get away from the wars and squabbles of the gods, but after hundreds of thousands of years of development the continent was split between regions ruled by the different political Houses, each devoted to their own God or Goddess. Even the mortals were all descended from the Gods original creations, so Alessa supposed this made some sense.
But things had been getting worse over the past hundred years and the capital was like a powder keg even during joyous times such as these.
Alessa parked her pegasus Percy about a hundred yards from the front gates of the city, a heavy sigh left her lips as she hopelessly gazed at the hordes of people orderly making their way through the gates. Ugh, it’d probably be hours before she could get in.
She’d hoped she could have gotten there early but Percy’s wings had gone tired. Even then, he found it more fun to prance through the hills and Alessa had to chase him around for nearly a half hour.
“Ugh, this is wonderful. I’d be eating Tarhkaran Squid or watching the Daughters of Artemis marksman contest if we could only just fly over the walls. We’d likely get shot down.” The raven haired young woman rolled off Percy and collapsed onto the soft grass.
Only after a moment of rest was she suddenly greeted by the sound of heavy, thunderous steps. The Warrior Caste that belonged to Argos, home to the House of Ares. Alessa quickly jumped onto Percy and the frightened horse squealed as it pushed itself several dozen feet into the air to avoid the marching battalion of soldiers.
Their carriages were carried by several massive, gnarling beasts that were practically treated as pets where they were from. This was always the most intimidating part of the summer festivities to Alessa, representatives from the various Warrior Castes would gather together in the capital as a show of peace.
Amazons had once been a tribe of exclusively warriors in the early days, but things changed once they’d removed themselves from the violent and warmongering ways of man. For the most part.
She gazed in awe at the hardened soldiers. Black steel armor. Helmets that shrouded their faces. Blades and spears heavier than a normal person could reasonably carry. And glowing with various enchantments.
“Wh-whoa!” Alessa managed to gasp. The entire crowd of civilians parted to let the warriors through.
The Warrior Castes only seemed to show up to the capital more armed every year. She was surprised the Argosians hadn’t come with twice the artillery as anyone else just to flex their might. There really was something eery in the air this year. Some even called for the cancellation of the festivals this year. Alessa truly hoped her suspicions wouldn’t come to fruition.
………….
Hello everyone! You can call me Janglesh. My timezone is PST, I’m a 23 year old multi para writer looking to worldbuild a greek mythology setting taking place on Themyscira, home of the Amazons!
This is an idea that I’ve been really craving to explore and flesh out with someone who loves worldbuilding just as much as I do! I left aspects of the world and culture and plot a bit open so we can come up with things together, and everything is also up to change if you have your own ideas! I’d really love to contribute to this world equally with someone and conjure up a setting and story that’ll really set our imaginations on fire!
The basic setup is that thousands of years ago, the original Amazons created their own realm to get away from the war between the Gods over who controlled the human realm. Themyscira is home to only women, the descendents of the original Amazons. It is a massive, fantastical realm full of amazing creatures and magic gifted to them by the Gods.
It’s divided into several regions, each controlled by worshippers of each God. Things have been peaceful but lately there’s been growing tension.
I’d love for this to have an ensemble cast, I enjoy having multiple character types working off of each other and trying out different dynamics. Obviously we’d still each have mains that we focus on, though.
General Requirements:
•Be an adult. The roleplay will be sfw, but I’m pretty uncomfortable with writing with someone who’s not an adult.
•Be interested in conversing and discussing the roleplay, as well as mutual collaboration. Collaborating and brainstorming together makes the rp so much more fun! OOC chatter is also appreciated.
•Be detailed and multi para.
•Be willing to write multiple characters, I will do the same. We’ll have mains, but I love having side characters and stuff to make the world and story feel more three dimensional and fleshed out.
And that’s it!
DM me and we can discuss the plot and characters! Thanks for reading.

38F 220lbs 5ft9
I cannot tell you how many times I’ve thought I’d broken or bought a dud thermometer. I’ve replaced them over the years because I struggle to believe the readings are accurate. Regularly, I’d say 2-3 times a week for several years, I will feel like I’m on fire and take my temperature. It’s always between 90°F and 92°F. The rest of the time it’s completely normal. I test the thermometers on my husband and daughter and their readings are always normal.
I have a colorful medical history:
Benign thyroid nodules (partial thyroidectomy in 2021, levels look good in all subsequent bloodwork so no medication required).
Endometriosis, diagnosed at 16, seven laparoscopies in the proceeding two decades and also an appendectomy due to the disease.
Chronic GERD from age 18-32. Nissens Fundoplication performed aged 32. Barrett’s Esophagus completely reversed.
In my late teens I suffered from pyrexia of unknown origin for almost a year. Fevers occurred like clockwork every couple of weeks. Inflammatory markers were sky high. Eventually a seemingly unrelated wisdom tooth extraction led to hospitalization due to uncontrollable vomiting and high fever. Intravenous flagyl was administered and the fevers stopped abruptly thereafter. They returned several years later for about 6 months, cause was never identified.
In high school I had daily bouts of facial hyperhydrosis like clockwork every morning. I’d look like I’d been swimming. Was prescribed beta blockers but they had no effect. Stopped spontaneously in my early 20s.
First pregnancy and cesarean delivery in January of this year. No gestational diabetes.
I’ve just had a full metabolic panel, which was completely normal.
Family history of kidney disease, but my levels are normal. Grandparents all passed of lifestyle-related diseases, although one grandfather had Parkinson’s.
Non-smoker, barely touch alcohol. Carrying more weight than I’d like and getting about 4 hours sleep a night due to new baby.
I’d love to know what’s going on. Any ideas?

I recently attended a seminar at the Columbia School of Social Work on the theme of psychedelic healing. It was an eye-opening experience and confirmed my conviction that the yoga community can play a key role in supporting therapeutic outcomes.
The panelists were inspiring. A grad student, currently in training to become a therapist, spoke of her experience with trauma. Psilocybin therapy had allowed her to make tremendous progress. A middle-aged man related the extreme alcoholism that led his doctors to predict, "At the rate you're going, you'll be dead by 30." After three therapy sessions with magic mushrooms, he had not touched a drink in 6 years.
Another man described his PTSD from childhood abuse and wartime horrors, along with his descent into severe depression and heroin use. He was taken to an Ayahuasca ceremony by a fellow vet and credited the experience with saving his life -- "I experienced joy for the first time."
All the panelists were folks operating at high levels within the world of psychedelic healing -- doctors, up-and-coming therapists, leaders of organizations -- and each one had a powerful, personal story of their own healing path.
I spoke in the Q & A session.
I described my experience, whereby 30 years of yoga practice combined with psychedelic therapy had basically ended my lifelong depression stemming from violent trauma in childhood. I said I could not separate the factors -- Yoga and intentional psychedelic work seemed both to be critical for me.
I noted that, while somatic work and breath work were being addressed more often in the psychedelic-healing community, still many patients were being given medicine with no instruction geared toward balancing energy, building awareness of the breath, settling the mind, etc.
The panelists responded unanimously -- and each one took time to respond to my summary question, "Is there a role for yogis?"
Their answer was, "YES, there is a role for yogis!" They all related ways in which yoga or yoga-adjacent practices had contributed to their psychedelic-healing experiences. They reinforced the "All hands on deck!" sentiment I had received from a prominent ketamine therapist (who is also a yoga teacher).
What is the role for yogis?
The obvious answer is to teach breathing, chakra-scanning, simple asanas, properly. The MAPS guide for MDMA therapy, for example, is light on breath work. I have been to psychedelic healing ceremonies where the facilitator clearly knows that deep breathing is important but they describe the process in a clumsy, incoherent way -- A yoga teacher would teach pranayama much more effectively!
There is also R & D. How does the community come up with effective methods quickly, to benefit the countless folks benefits from psychedelic therapy? Science, with its demand for rigor and adherence to a tight method, is slow. Its conclusions may be strong, but they are often hyper-specific, because only one variable has been addressed.
I believe yogis are the best positioned to develop such healing methods, because of their intuitive understanding of body, breath, and mind -- because of their direct experience.
An example is Tibetan Dream Yoga. This ancient set of practices was developed by yogis over hundreds of years -- Its practices owe to the experiences of practitioners, who learned as they went along, experimented and refined at every step. It is hard to imagine such progress having been made if they were beholden to the scientific method, peer review at every stage, etc.
The dream is very similar to some psychedelic states, so Dream Yoga is an auspicious guide for developing yogic methods for psychedelic healing.
I have started two subs dedicated to this topic, one for ketamine and another for cannabis. KetamineStateYoga and CannabisStateYoga.
I am trying to further a conversation between the yoga and psychedelic-healing communities. If you are a yogi (or practitioner of a yoga-adjacent form) with an interest in psychedelic healing, please relate your experience -- What have you learned? What have been your successes and setbacks?
Or comment on the overall endeavor -- How can yogis be of benefit as psychedelic healing gathers momentum in these turbulent and troubling times?
Thank you!

I’m 37 years old and have been around since MK1 (No, not that one.) which I enjoyed when I was but a wee lad. The violence back then wasn’t much of an issue. Cartoony bodies exploding, Scorpion turns you into a skeleton with his magic yellow breath, Quran Chi makes giraffes out of his victim and Nightwolf being a total disappointment.
Yet, in my advanced age, I find that the modern Fatals are… too realistic. I know it’s part of the game and that feeling of turning people into skeletons is a long tradition of the series but… they really make me squeamish. It’s a shame that I have to admit it…. Anyone else feel that way? I’d love to play MK1 (No, not that one) but…

So this is my personal Mr. Rushmore of tag teams and I have a reason for each of their inclusion.
The Dudley Boyz are the most decorated and accomplished pure play tag team ever. Bubba and D-Von are both at their best when they're with each other (though Bully Ray did some great work too) and it's safe to say they're one for the ages as far as straight up tag team action is concerned. It sucks that the Hardy Boyz or Edge and Christian don't take this one but the Dudley Boyz have accomplished more as a cohesive tag team (Edge has had an incredible singles career and Jeff Hardy has always been incredibly over by himself, yes but we're talking about tag team performance). This is by far the strongest spot since they beat out people ranging from The Steiner Brothers to Demolition to The Wild Samoans to the Midnight Express
The Legion of Doom represent the best of the gimmick tag teams. Tag teams tend to accentuate the gimmicks that wrestlers can portray and I would say LOD is the creme de la creme of tag teams heavily reliant on their gimmick. The road warriors had a tandem finisher that was revolutionary for their time too in the Doomsday Device. There are so many teams in the annals of wrestling history that come under here but LOD steamrolled over the division and their gimmick was over as hell.
D-Generation X features the best of two main eventers forming a tag team. There are many in this category, including tag teams that feature HHH separately (the two man power trip, for instance). The Brothers of Destruction, The Mega Powers, Rated RKO, even Jeri-Show and Show-Miz, all fall under this but none of them hold a candle to the influence that DX has had on the WWE. I honestly cannot imagine wrestling without DX and I wasn't even a big fan of them personally. They're just that essential.
And lastly, the Usos take the final spot as the new generation tag team that elevated the tag titles to a new height. To main event a Wrestlemania with a tag title match is insane and they are miles ahead of anything the lineup of tag teams that braced the WWE in this century. They weren't the best for a long time and there's a very good case to be made that The New Day or even London and Kendrick deserve this spot but The Bloodline storyline being so integral to the Usos' growth really pushes Jimmy and Jey to the next level.
Honorary Mention: The Rock 'N' Sock Connection, for the informal category of being the best odd couple in wrestling. Booker T and Goldust, Kane and X-Pac, and the Boss 'N' Hug Connection gave them a good run for the money for this one but I have to give it to The Rock and Mankind for making it work so well.
There are way too many great tag teams in wrestling all over to sum it up in 4 teams. Lots of great teams like the Hart Foundation, the Young Bucks, the Motor City Machine Guns, Bullet Club (Gallows & Anderson), the Kabuki Warriors, the World's Greatest Tag Team etc don't make it in but this is just my list.
Let me know what y'all think.

It’s been about a month since diagnosis, I’m a 20 year old male in college. I never realized how ADHD can manifest itself in such different ways. In the younger ages it would be the hyper bouncing off the walls energy with hyper focus on things that didn’t really matter. As I aged, my symptoms changed such as experiencing periods of anxiety, depression, and dissociation from the stress that came with. After being diagnosed and treated, life has changed. I tried lexapro and wellbutrin which honestly both made my ADHD worse. Rittled with anxiety in my life, I was reluctant to try a stimulant but boy am I glad I did. Even on the lowest dose (10 Mg), vyvanse has done nothing but good for me. Anxiety, fatigue, mood swings, brain fog have all seemed to lift. It’s easier to wake up and look forward to the day. Obviously, nobodies perfect and I have things to work on but the one thing I’d say is diet and exercise and sleep are the 3 pillars for adhd that need to be taken care of.

Quick back story. My childhood was extremely traumatic. From sexual abuse well into high school. Living in drug houses, addicted parents. Physical abuse that ultimately landed me in foster care where sadly things didn’t get better.
So given all that, my choice of men as I aged, was far from the best. even with all the therapy and healing I attempted to do. I ended up in a emotionally abusive relationship, we had two children before I found my out. To no shock I did not heal from that, I did not see the part I was playing in these toxic relationships. And I ended up in another abusive relationship shortly after. This one was 10x worse and resulted in a lot of physical abuse. I became a very timid fearful woman. Through god I found healing, I joined a DV support group and worked with them to leave the relationship. Leaving took something extreme. And while it’s effected my life I do not regret it. One morning, after he spent the night with a women he had been cheating on me with for over two year. When he got home, I told him I knew where he was and I’d like him to leave. It was over. He obviously lost it as abusers do when caught. He shoved me to the ground while he screamed at me. I was terrified he would hurt me more then he had before. I jumped grabbed my pepper spray from my keys and yelled at him to please leave. When he didn’t, and started coming at me again, I prepped sprayed. After he laughed at me and called the police. Because I used a “weapon” and he didn’t. A long with never reporting the strangulations and him hitting me. (Even tho I had photos for proof). I went to jail and spent a day and a half there. No charges were pushed but it is permanently on my record. Thankfully, when I was released him and all his stuff were gone and I was able to move on with my life. During the process of healing. I meet a kind man. He was loving, calm and his communication was amazing. I feel for him hard. He had his flaws but was perfect in my eyes. After a few weeks of dates we decided to make it official. Before he made that decision, I let him know of my past. I told him EVERYTHING. And the boundaries I’d have because of it. Absolutely no lying, no cheating or talking to other women and abuse (obviously). I learned to be clear about my boundaries, and leave no wiggle room for them to say there was a lot of detail. He Understood, excepted my past and wanted to continue with me. He deleted all dating apps and forms of communication he use for those like Snapchat. Eight months into the relationship while sitting next to him, I noticed a text come through about Snapchat. Saying “ so, and so has messaged you”. I was really confused because I thought he had deleted it. It was never on his phone and I have full access to his phone. He never really hide it. I didn’t say anything and later that download a Snapchat onto his phone and saw over the last 3 to 4 months he had been talking with other women. Somewhere casual and some definitely not. Most of the messages I could not see, but the one I could specifically was detailed talking about past sexual experiences with each other. Asking for videos of her Twerking and making comments on her looks. It destroyed me, I gave up something so sick her to myself, my safety and my trust. And he betrayed that. I couldn’t understand why, though. He truly was a loving kind man.
I’m bringing it up with him he started to lie, but then slowly became truthful. Yes, he’s been using it for the past few months. And he was “just seeking attention.” That it makes him feel better about himself. And truly it had nothing to do with me. Now while he was remorseful and accountable. He refused to say it was actually cheating because there was nothing “physical.” He wanted to see a Couples Therapist with me so we could heal through it. Because truly, he was sorry and didn’t want to lose me. This aspect, though, of not really seeing it as a big deal. Not seeing it is cheating. But only seeing how it’s affected me. Was really bothering me. If he can’t accept what he did was wrong who’s to say he won’t do it again. I also felt like if I took him back, I was breaking my boundaries.
Well, not more than a week after this event. Only 8 months into the relationship, I discovered I was pregnant. This put me into a crazy panic, especially giving my two pregnancies beforehand were extremely traumatic due to my relationship at the time. I went into a straight PTSD attack. When I was finally able to calm down, I told him a few days later. To my surprise, he was beyond excited. His reaction was like one of those you would see on a YouTube video. The reaction you would want to see out of a man. And here I was the one terrified. For obvious reasons.
He told me it would be OK. “We got this.” And let’s just make sure we continue with therapy.
The last month, has been difficult to say the least. My pregnancy hormones along with the cheating. Has put me into a very bad mental state. I’m extremely depressed. And reacting out of my trauma. Now mind you, it’s only been a month since I found out of his betrayal. This isn’t long enough to heal especially when you’re pregnant. But my inability to heal from this is affecting him. He still can’t see why it’s such a big deal to me. That if he was actually sleeping with somebody, that would’ve been way worse. And that I should allow us to “move on from this”
Well, I don’t disagree with him. It’s just not that simple.
I’m living in the what if. I already have two children and struggle to care for them as a single mother. What if he does it again and now I’m a single mother of three children.
I don’t trust myself to forgive him. Because if I drop this wall and it happens again. I don’t know if mentally I can handle it. I feel like I might finally break and never really come back from it.
I just don’t know what to do…………

*Johnny inserts a pistol animation, instead of a chip, into the side of v’s head *
“This might be the best game ever.” My roommate also thinks it might be one of the best games ever. Unfortunately, he’s good enough at first person shooters that he actually knows when it’s the frame rate or a skill issue, so he’s waiting until he can play it on a PS5. I’m on the Xbox one, recently sober, and absolutely loving it. There’s been a few games that I’ve really liked, but for the genre, I’d say best ever since Morrowind. At the end I take pictures and try to drive around without the mini map.
I remember before it came out I was excited to see if this game could succeed at a big city in an rpg. I didn’t like novigrad or GTA5. My roommate, wise for his age, already didn’t look up for games already on his radar.
Come home, eat, play it for six hrs, hate read the subreddit for two hrs, fall asleep
I don’t like a lot of video games. After three hundred hours of Oblivion, I decided it wasn’t very good
Corpo V Jackie’s Arch Supreemacy Nomad Ending Headcannon gang
10/10 All Time
In hindsight having to do the main quest again if you want to drive outside of Watson or become good at pistols is infuriating. Also to my other opponents I don’t know why this has has to be said but yeah the writing isn’t great 100 percent of the time. It’s a video game. Go back to 🎥s you dorks. 8/20/@GETHYPED

English is my second language, my apologies if anything sounds off.
I (29F), as a child (between the ages of 8 and 12), used to experience what I’d call “hallucinatory states of trance”, and I’m still trying to figure out what the hell they actually were.
It could happen multiple times a day. It would always go like this : I started feeling a heavy sensation in my sinuses, close to what it feels to breathe in some water when you get thrown in a pool, but not as intense. Then immediately after, I’d get into this second state or daze, where all my senses were numbed. I literally felt disassociated from my body and I could say things to people around me without wanting to, as if someone else was taking command of my body and mind. If I was standing, I needed to get a grip or sit down or else I would fall down. At that stage, I would start to see all sorts of weird shit in my head, it was like someone was playing movies on a screen inside of my mind and forced me to watch them. Needless to say the images/movies made absolutely no sense, kind of like very absurd dreams, if you will. All of this could last up to (I think) one minute, from my point of view anyway.
I remember that one time very clearly, as it was my most intense episode. I was at my graduation party in 6th grade (around 11 years old where I live) and I started to feel that heaviness in my sinuses so I rushed to the bathroom. I sat down in a stall and I saw a bright red sky, a giant sun, and a little blonde girl with pigtails running along a very wavy white fence. Even as I am remembering this episode I’m getting a bit of a headache.
Following this incident, the episodes then gradually got shorter and less intense, until I only faintly felt, from time to time, remnants of the heavy sinus feeling. I can still vaguely feel it sometimes, for a fleeting second.
I told my doctor about it one day and she had no clue what it was. Nobody else I’ve spoken to experienced anything like this either.
I have no preexisting medical condition. There is a bit of a mental health history on my mother’s side (bipolar disorder and depression), but nothing else I can think of.
Any idea, theory or explanation would be greatly appreciated, otherwise this will remain a mystery.