Here’s a “fun” situation. Devices with Bluetooth can have it suddenly start pairing as soon as the electronics are powered on.
It creates a noisy environment digitally.
Slap a tobacco tin sized transponder somewhere and the chaos makes it hard to track down the source.
Everyone’s device is trying to pair. Who’s the arsehole trying to pair with the resident computers?
One individual in a travel hub could take out such transit. And move on.
California has Sacramento to worry about when it comes to trains. Everywhere else has stations but most go there before anywhere cross country. Other states have theirs.
Then there are “switch terminals” where lots of flights connect. California, Nevada, Colorado, The east coast hub of the world’s interface with America. And one so big people need conveyer belts- and have them!
This Bluetooth issue might be getting addressed. But until then please, for any gods sake, leave your devices off with Bluetooth disabled.
It might not stop everything but it prevents “pairing” noise.
Not really. But if there’s a mindset geared towards complexity and making connections there’s probably a mindset that is more single minded and task oriented. By nature of the dichotomy those who have difficulty with complex thought will be afraid of those who find it easy – and some lash out. Earning the ire of those focused on complexity. But they’re not exactly always nice back and frankly the world needs both to run and advance.
Since understanding other thinking styles is more difficult for one end of the complex thought spectrum. It’s up to those with more flexibility to be kind about expectations. Because some of the lashing out is resentment- just as the high end of complex thinkers get annoyed the world isn’t kind to more intellectual individuals. The world is designed for the average. Somewhat fairly so I suppose but it’s annoying for any outliers on ether end.
Maybe the average could be the ones to change their outlook and stop being such assholes to everyone else? You’re so smart. Prove it and be compassionate.
It’s really remarkable about how much disagreement can be resolved when one stops assuming they’re the only intelligent one and maybe let others communicate in their way.
If you can’t do that? Maybe you’re not as smart as you think..
What we do have is not a lack of capacity but a lack of motivation. Mostly to think. I find it terrifying how many people just decide “The AI can do that”. Like I’m in the last wave of writers who can write for themselves and no one understands that complex thought as a human can produce should be better and sometimes faster than an AI.
What you’ll have is a handful of people who can program AI – and they might not exactly have or value a background in art or the social sciences.
And everyone else will be unable to order a cheeseburger without AI. Ah wait too late on that. Let’s go for a mid range task like draft a legislative proposal.
Just saying.
Terrified yet?
I am.
Do we have stupid people? No. But we do have people with lazy thinking. And that is bothersome.
And (possibly as a result) we have major issues with stupid behavior. Some otherwise intelligent individuals only behave as well as the group and…
Oh my god what is wrong with some of you? The games you play? Your inability to get over prejudice, scapegoating and stigma? Why do you continue doing this? Because everyone else is and those standing against the tide are knocked down?
Okay, so that’s a yes for some of you.
But intelligence doesn’t prevent assholery because being an abusive dick happens across all abilities and thinking styles.
Like maybe addressing expectations to conform to the average and toxicity in society is better than brushing everyone you don’t like off as “stupid.”
Call it like it is. Americans aren’t stupid they’re abusive to one another and outsiders. And some in quite clever ways
Between the abuse, the audio interference, the thefts, the character assassination, alienation of my friends, and gaslighting; a life of battling depression can become too much to cope with.
I had already struggled with it my whole life, only finding happiness in Mania which is too dangerous to allow.
Then July, 28 2022 occurred and without going into details it was the first trip of many to the hospital for a painful confusing era that didn’t seem to end.
July, 15 2025 I had fled my apartment to land in a hotel to figure out what to do next. To relieve the pressure to move and run.
It was quiet at first.
Delightful.
But I was soon harassed again and finally it was suggested “no one can survive all that”. And I agreed.
The suicide attempt was very serious.
I survived through cutting edge surgical procedure and the grace of God.
I didn’t have want to seem ungrateful.
But I did wasn’t particularly happy to still be alive.
I slowly grew comfortable that I breathed. But while the depression abated – with medicine – unhappiness lingered.
The spiritual world surrounded me so heavily that any attempt to gaslight or harass me was thwarted by the notice of the few lingering gaslighters.
I also slept through most of the recovery.
I began to be able to stay awake in November. Until then I would occasionally chat with individuals second guessing their instructions.
Most, upon seeing objects move around, questioned their actions and had soulful inquiries to make.
My answers made them decide there was no honor in hurting me and they were out.
Then I improved enough to start to pull my life together.
But the troll-bot was returned. And was set to lethal. By the time April rolled around the abuse from the women around me, the vicious lies and rumors, and the 24/7 return of the gaslighting troll-bot and I again sank back down into depression.
I had only just begun to get better and ended up in a cycle of being pushed into misery and backing off but starting full force the minute I tried to get better.
It was so clockwork that as much as they said they wanted me out, the abuse ensured I was too unwell to even leave my room. I couldn’t arrange a move.
Then their lies tanked my credit score and it looked likely I was trapped.
Being abused by them.
They either wanted me in one place to force me into suicide, or I don’t know. Because when I contemplated if there was still a way to move one of the women promised if I succeeded she would follow. And it wasn’t a pleasant promise.
It was a threat.
She clearly wanted a prisoner to kill. She had successfully trapped me and was keeping me pinned by her obsessive abuse.
The most frightening of all stalkers.
One with no good enough motive. And access to hacking, torture, and my things.
I have to go to the dentist today and half expect to return to a looted home. The dentist is a necessity however. So I just have to risk that she throws my belongings away vs allows it to be possible for them to be returned.
I haven’t been as depressed as this in a long time. The medicine restoring functionality but enough to feel isolated, helpless, and like death would be better.
I don’t necessarily want to kill myself. If there was a way to stop her I would start to recover. And the gaslighting troll-bot has been corralled to a more distant location.
The pressure wave torture is still at times an issue, causing nightmares or lack of restful sleep with interference with dreams.
Both guided imagery and loose mental images are dangerous and I had only just started to recover from nightmares.
I’m still worried about leaving my room to take the garbage out. Let alone the dentist. And my cat has to come with.
My depression seems like something I will never recover from. And at times is too much to bear.
One kind thing from a stranger has kept me alive more times than I can count. Through all this I survived because someone defended me, told me the truth, promised not everyone fell for the lies. A package was delivered with a smile. My way was made a little easier.
Just one.
One kind thing from a stranger.
Kept me alive.
I had long ago been instructed to find one thing I enjoyed and build on it. But when motivation is exhausted by depression nothing I would usually enjoy is pleasurable.
But kindness.
Now that keeps me going.
I so value the love and care of others, the consideration from the usually grumpy, the gentle teasing from those who care but won’t admit it.
As much as I say I “speak any love language.” It means I receive any form as well. Just knocking on my door to tell me a package is in the mailroom is so friendly that I am instantly cheered.
Not everyone is verbally communicative, or has funds for gifts, or energy for acts, but even a sweet sentence or a pleasant teasing one makes me smile.
And that smile is healing.
Be good to one another. You might not know how truly valuable it is for that individual just to hear something nice
I have another post coming out later today – per request. But have something to say about how you can relate to being so abused you disconnect from reality.
Think about this nightmare.
You believe your dream is real – that deeply in. And be about to die a horrific death, and think you wake, but in a scenario you’re pinned to a chair, another dream, the chair again. That dream would mess you up for the day.
Now imagine someone does that to you with a twisting narrative. In and out of their fiction for 72 hours. You’re awake. Can’t sleep. And can’t help but listen.
You’ve already been broken into. Parts were true, you know that. But you can’t hold on to which part was real and which part was reality abuse and which part was gaslighting..
And if you imagine how messed with that dream would make you feel? Being kept awake with a similar version of audio narrative is dangerous.
What I don’t know. What is possible. Since your brain needs to control its own REM. If that’s repeated for a night?
You might have trouble waking in reality.
And become suicidal.
Reality abuse invents a false reality.
Gaslighting changes it.
Together they can be lethal
We need reality. Our psyche depends upon it. And as much as I have forced myself to lose touch and decide everything I heard was ghosts kept me alive?
It took five days to “come back to reality.”
There is no snap back after lack of sleep swarms delusional thinking around you. Only rest and in some circumstances therapy.
I have, a number of years ago, fallen to such a dissociative state I didn’t remember my own name and thought I was on a movie set – driven there by lack of sleep and reality abuse.
It took me 10 days to recover.. And I was in the hospital.
I deliberately swarmed delusional thinking around me to survive. As stated.
Again that took five days.
Then there was the 92 hours with only 2 hours of sleep – at some point. And not restful.
I disconnected and became the goddess Nepenthe. My dancing name from my twenties and now the only reason I lived.
I was in a state of oblivion and I created my world.
I finally got some sleep. And I lost track of how long it took to recover.
That reality abuse creates its own reality, is the only real aspect to that experience, and it’s really dangerous.
I have agreed to the terrorists terms 5 times and they didn’t stop. So I won’t be doing so again.
And:
Someone stole my identity and it sounds like she’s ruined my name because that kind of person is an arsehole.
Because she’s awful, you complain to me about things I haven’t said or done, or even know about.
Please take better care of the truth.
Whomever you’re reacting to isn’t me.
To continue:
I have also been lied about and shat on and had arseholes double down on abuse because they don’t want the truth to be that I’m a good person.
I am a good person.
You’ve tried reactive abuse to change perception.
I’m still a good person.
You complain you can’t all be wrong.
You can be. Because you believe lies and rumors. You are following a foul leader into the language of hell.
I escaped your reactive abuse and complained even if no one believed I was still good they wouldn’t give room for to become so again.
Reactive abuse doesn’t change the fundamental elements to who I am.
And I am a good person.
I am still me even if you break elements to who I am.
Anger does damage the soul.
So I am doing a purification at the end of the month.
You have mocked.
Some complained of my conversion this morning and I was asleep all morning.
But
In the middle of the night I answered someone who had spiritual questions.
I stand by my answers.
And calm responses.
But I haven’t even been in the same room as someone else since December. Except from Project Response in February.
Twice.
With professionals whose work is partially to sweep up after your mess. You’re making others miserable and pointing the finger to avoid admitting your own responsibility.
That’s not my doing.
That’s yours.
You are behaving badly.
Not me.
I know some of the lies you’re spreading.
I’m tired of fighting your lies, your rumors, your gaslighting, your abuse, and your excuses.
If it’s all a misunderstanding and you mean to direct your abuse to the one who stole my identity?
Please be more careful.
Because I’m wake up wanting to die and go to sleep that way too.
And I don’t deserve it.
You don’t seem to even be talking about the same person.
You might not be.
To repeat.
Please be more careful.
Fed up and deciding if I should become suicidal. But not yet at ideation.
(I’m writing a whole section on this. But here is the start.)
The interesting aspect to all informative writing is “hasn’t anyone else written this?”
Other than textbooks I presume?
Yes.
And I am writing one too.
Sound is a bunch of pressure waves moving air or liquid by vibrating molecules in its path.
(Interesting tidbit, physics treats air as a liquid because airflow is similar)
Audiophiles like myself refer to all frequencies and decibels of such pressure waves as sound.
You don’t have to hear it as far as we’re concerned!
But most normal people don’t refer to it at all. Or give much thought to vibrating air!
But if you think of traveling in a vehicle that shakes as vibrating you know what that is.
What you may not notice is that rattling sensation is also rattling the air!.
Causing sound vibrations.
What are “frequencies and decibels?”
Frequency is how many vibrations per second are being transmitted. Either from the mouth or machinery some vibrations travel quickly and cause a “high” hum. Which is why we call it frequency.
While we tend to view frequency the way a radio chart would have it, with bas at the bottom. It’s more accurate to view it as overlapping cosine waves.
What’s that? Isn’t that a maths term?
Yes it is. They’re the graphs that undulate endlessly.
(Sine waves remain consistent, as that often gets confused – so mathematically we often have a useful start and finish)
Audio starts at the source and eventually peters out
It’s so long a cosine wave is how it’s referred to. Like ocean waves.
Some frequencies we can hear, some only our dogs or cats (or birds) do. They are all vibrating air whether it’s detected by an ear drum or not.
Think of the last time you tried yelling at someone with earplugs in. That sound was certainly real! (And you might have given them a headache)
Now. Frequency is how close together those waves are, how fast the air is moving.
But decibels!
That’s the up and down size of those waves. The height.
But that height changes our perception and how much can be transferred to us tends to eventually fade.
So if you want to be loud you need a lot of decibels to keep a higher frequency going because it’s the decibels that eventually cause the whole thing to become smaller and smaller.
That’s why higher frequency sounds have a shorter “lifespan”
So if they’re very loud to start with (high decibels) they are an entirely different frequency by the time they are heard distantly.
Because as those waves sink down the speed collapses too.
Think of a wave machine.
At the start those fast and furious waves are mathematically described and visualized as that up and down wave. Cosine
But at the other end they’re slower and smaller.
Like that cosine has a ratio to keep!
What’s interesting is lower frequency sounds are omnidirectional and travel through solid objects.
So if you want to rattle the windows you can do so from your living room with just slightly loud decibels.
But if you want to do it from far away you have to start loud and fast!
So it still shakes the hinges by the time it gets there.
Sylvanna Devlin 