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My Father never returned my calls about having dinner.

I never got too political with the guy, but when he asked me about my vaccination status, I was honest.

He taught me a lot, and I think I might be too much like him.

He taught me to question things. He taught me to ask questions. He taught me not to trust everyone, and not to jump off a cliff if everyone else does.

But in his Boomer wisdom, he always did trust newspapers, and he always did trust 'Modern Medicine'.

I guess he didn't want me to question everything, he just wanted me to question certain things.

Organized religion was always OK to question.

The Media was not. The media was above reproach. The New York Times was a factual record.

But he knows that I haven't taken q shot.

He didn't return any calls, or texts.

He has been double vaccinated and boosted.

And I am not sick.

My parents are divorced.

But my Mother sent me a message about how to get rapid Covid Testing.

Am I just going to be a transmission vector forever?

Maybe Thanksgiving is gone.

But I'm thankful you took the time to read this.

I'm Thankful I'm not alone in this mockery of sanity.

I'm Thankful you Exist.

My Father never returned my calls about having dinner. I never got too political with the guy, but when he asked me about my vaccination status, I was honest. He taught me a lot, and I think I might be too much like him. He taught me to question things. He taught me to ask questions. He taught me not to trust everyone, and not to jump off a cliff if everyone else does. But in his Boomer wisdom, he always did trust newspapers, and he always did trust 'Modern Medicine'. I guess he didn't want me to question everything, he just wanted me to question certain things. Organized religion was always OK to question. The Media was not. The media was above reproach. The New York Times was a factual record. But he knows that I haven't taken q shot. He didn't return any calls, or texts. He has been double vaccinated and boosted. And I am not sick. My parents are divorced. But my Mother sent me a message about how to get rapid Covid Testing. Am I just going to be a transmission vector forever? Maybe Thanksgiving is gone. But I'm thankful you took the time to read this. I'm Thankful I'm not alone in this mockery of sanity. I'm Thankful you Exist.

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[–] 3 pts

Give me a writing prompt and I'll write you something right now

[–] 3 pts (edited )

All right.

So, long ago, I have rejected all mythologies and stories that originate from anywhere outside of our peoples domain. For example, while I respect those that follow Christianity and look forward to engaging with them at a deeper level, I reject all middle eastern mythos and structures.

I see our people as having evolved in the snow and ice easily for over 500 000 years, perhaps longer. I am in search of our ancient gods and our ancient myths.

It is my contention that if we are to build a new future for our people, we have to first build mythological temples in our shared narratives that connect our peoples past to their future so that we can decorate our physical temples with the tapestries of those mythos.

I have found the road back to our gods through a narrative structure.

What path does your road back to our ancient gods look like?

[–] 4 pts

The Old God came from the Land.

The Land of Endless Night or Eternal Day.

The Old God came from the North.

He taught us many things.

He showed us how to build great halls out of pine wood, and let us drink to our fill.

He set our great halls on fire when we drank.

He is the embodiment of the Ice, and the Fire that Warms.

And he is a God that isn't just ours.

There were other people, snow-ridden and ice-packed,

To the East,

So our God demanded we sail,

And we did,

With salt cod and not enough water,

Until we reached land, inhabited by seal-skin wearers,

Who fished for sharks from the depths,

And taught us what was below