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Low effort thread of studies I found interesting from incels wiki. Two caveats: I do not endorse incels, and some of these studies (or rlly anything I post) may be badly done etc.

Women are attracted to men with dark triad personalities (psychopathy, narcissism Machiavellianism) researchgate.net/publication/27…

Goodreads reviews by sex:

10K Ticket Entrance!

Entered at 3. As soon I entered, it was cage scene and everyone of us started to wonder if it’s 10K or 300 as the crowd increased and we were in the cage for 1 hour.

But, after that it was literally non stop till the sanctum.

Amazing Management. (1/4)

They clear all the other Darshans rush before this VIP Break darshan. Hence the initial wait.

Once you enter the main temple it’s all for VIP darshan 🎟️ holders.

Peacefully saw Vagulamalikai Matha Sannidhi, Yoga Narasimhar, Vimana Venkateshwara swamy etc., (2/4)

Got the 😇 directly from DhupaThal shown to moolavar. Banana was given as Prasadam inside the sanctum itself.

Got an amazing Chakkara Pongal submerged in Ghee outside Bangaru Vakili.

Above all, For some1 like me who saw only face of perumal vaguely frm far away so far. (3/4)

Did anyone dig into historical media about Auginish Alumina? There is some real eyebrow raisers 😳 The Irish Independent reported back in 2013 that a highly profitable Auginish Alumina paid just €1,952 in total corporation tax over 5 years despite €191 million in sales 🤔

1/3

The Irish government spent 14 years in legal proceedings against the European Commission over the Commissions decision that illegal state aid, to the tune of €10 million, had been provided to the owners of Aughinish Alumina and should be repaid to the Irish state.

2/3

Then in 2022, Aughinish Alumina was given €2.1 million in public funding to treat the 'red mud' waste product site. Seriously, what the hell is going on?

The Irish public subsidized the Russian Aluminium industry after Russia invaded Ukraine. This is appalling!

3/3

A Stanford psychiatrist says modern anxiety is not caused by danger.

It's caused by tiny habits that teach your brain to panic when nothing is actually wrong.

You do them every day.
And you call them normal.

6 normal habits quietly teaching your nervous system to panic:▼▼▼

1/ Reaching for your phone the moment you feel uncomfortable.

Boredom is a signal. Discomfort is data.

Ann Lembke says:

Every time you swipe it away, you teach your nervous system that it cannot tolerate its own experience.

That intolerance compounds. Daily.

2/ Binge-watch to decompress after stress.

It feels like rest. A brake. But, it isn't.

You're flooding your nervous system with cortisol and threatening stimulation.

This added stimulant is why you can't sleep, can't settle, and can't feel anything the next morning.

NEW: a report from Vanderbilt and WashU just dropped, taking on the "state of scholarship in the humanities and social sciences," a big topic among critics of higher ed.

Read along w/ me 🧵

The report's premise is that support for the humanities and social sciences has cratered among basically everyone.

It gives several possible reasons: the misuse of the hard sciences, "problematic philosophical view," and—most notably—ideological distortions.

Interestingly, the report immediately narrows its scope down to that last complaint, that scholarship has been overrun by political goals, distorting disciplinary standards and producing bad research.

🔴 Chiffres de l'immigration : l'INSEE vient de sortir ses estimations des flux migratoires.

👉 Synthèse de 5 éléments frappants dans ce fil.

1️⃣ Le solde migratoire des immigrés explique la totalité de la croissance démographique en France en 2022 🧵⬇️

2️⃣ Les entrées d'immigrés en 2024 (dernier chiffre disponible) sont estimées par l'INSEE à plus de 300 000 personnes.

👉 C'est le 3e chiffre le plus haut depuis 1980, mais il est en légère baisse depuis le record de 2022 ⬇️

3️⃣ Le solde migratoire estimé par l'INSEE est à son niveau le plus élevé jamais enregistré, si on excepte le pic de 1962 lié à l'indépendance de l'Algérie ⬇️

You can detect if someone is using iCloud Private Relay super easily

Apple publishes a database of their egress IP addresses and the entire world's iCloud Private Relay traffic exits through ~105K IPv4 addresses.

I analyzed it and found some surprising stuff. Let's dig in:

The US is the least privacy-safe country to use iCloud Private Relay in the world (!!!). Italy's Relay users get ~7x more hidden/shared traffic per IP than US users. Back of the envelope:

45k 🇺🇸 IPv4s shared among ~31M iCloud+ users = 683 users per IP

Most ➜ least private:

🇮🇹 4,697 users per IP
🇳🇱 4,115 users per IP
🇫🇷 3,929 users per IP
🇯🇵 3,647 users per IP
🇬🇧 2,965 users per IP
🇮🇳 2,629 users per IP
🇩🇪 2,623 users per IP
🇧🇷 2,169 users per IP
🇨🇦 1,485 users per IP
🇸🇬 1,051 users per IP
🇫🇮 967 users per IP
🇺🇸 683 users per IP

When you narrow it down to time-of-day traffic it can get a lot more specific than that, too. All estimates, though.

iCloud Relay lets you choose between country-level (more private), or city-level (less private) IP obfuscation

But, you can figure out which setting a user chose based on their egress IP address

So the privacy setting meant to reveal less about you is the one that's detectable (and fingerprintable)

How?

The country-level users exit through a special pool of ~2,100 addresses with no city label in the DB, clustered in a few blocks that literally just iterate the alphabet of countries:

140.248.36.0 AF
140.248.36.2 AL
140.248.36.4 AL TIRANA
140.248.36.6 AM

So:
- if exit IP has a city → you kept the default (city-level)
- if exit IP is one of the country-only ones → you picked the broad setting

STOP SAYING "HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL."

IT'S THE MOST FORGETTABLE EMAIL OPENER EVER.

HERE ARE 10 BETTER WAYS TO START A CONVERSATION 👇

1. The "Inbox Bump" Trap

The Situation:

You sent a proposal 5 days ago.

No reply.

You type "Any update on this?" because it feels quick, polite, and harmless.

In reality, you're sending the exact same message they receive from dozens of people every week.

The System:

Most inboxes are overcrowded.

Generic follow-ups create zero urgency and zero curiosity.

When someone sees "Any update on this?", they know it requires effort to think, evaluate, and respond.

So they postpone it again.

The Corporate Translation:

"I need an answer, but I'm giving you no reason to prioritize me."

The Pivot:

"Thought I'd bring this back to the top of your inbox. Curious if you've had a chance to review it."

Why it works:

It feels helpful rather than demanding and gives the recipient a natural path to respond.

2. The "Decision Avoidance" Trap

The Situation:

A prospect seemed interested.

The meeting went well.

Then...

Silence.

You send:

"Any update on this?"

And get ignored again.

The System:

People avoid decisions.

Your follow-up should reduce friction, not increase it.

The Corporate Translation:

"Please restart this conversation for me."

The Pivot:

"Are there any questions I can answer to help move this forward?"

Why It Works:

You're helping them decide instead of chasing them.

The special issue of American Psychologist on antisemitism (a flagship APA journal) is out.
I think some of its editors quit due to the an American Psychologist special issue on "decolonial and liberation psychologies" that contained vitriolic rhetoric against so-called "Zionist psychologies".
Three papers reports several interesting findings that should inform public discussions on the relation between Antizionism and Antisemitism.

First, Moon, @michael_barlev, and Neuberg show that Liberals don't dislike people who hate Jews (specifically), to the extent that they justify their anti-jewish sentiments as a response to Israel's behavior.
In this situation they become as tolerant of prejudice just as the most extreme right-wing participant.

Harber et al. show that your score on the Zionism Conspiracy beliefs questionnaire below (pretty mainstream statements in elite discourse) can be used to predict whether you are on the top 50% of population in terms of antisemitism with good (81%) accuracy (i.e., 36% explained variance). The moderate relation between Antisemitism and Antizionism is mediated by these beliefs.

1/ Donetsk Airport has been converted into a launch base for Russian attack drones, with hardened concrete shelters erected on the runways, aprons, and taxiways to protect them from attack. More than 130 shelters have been built, along with concrete warehouses and launch pads. ⬇️

2/ Recent satellite imagery shows that, as of 2 June 2026, the following are located on the airport grounds:

▪️130 drone storage shelters
▪️4 concrete warehouses for drones.
▪️Four fixed launch pads.

3/ Construction is ongoing, with 37 new drone shelters built in the eastern part of the airport since April 2026. New air defence positions and unidentified structures, probably also for drone storage, are being built in the central part of the airport.

Nano Banana es increíble.

Es la mejor IA para edición de fotos, con usos que muy pocos conocen.

8 prompts que vas a querer copiar ⬇️

🔖 Guárdatelo, me lo agradecerás

1. Generación de fotos para documentos de identidad

Prompt:

"Crea una fotografía de identidad de alta resolución, tomada profesionalmente, con un fondo limpio y blanco. La persona debe estar centrada y bien iluminada; debe mostrar una estructura de piel clara y natural, junto con un maquillaje suave y bien distribuido que resalte ligeramente sus rasgos sin alterar su apariencia natural. La persona debe llevar ropa adecuada y profesional para un entorno laboral, con el cabello bien cuidado y una expresión facial serena y segura de sí misma. La imagen debe estar iluminada de manera uniforme, sin sombras duras ni borrosas; debe garantizar que el rostro se presente de forma nítida y natural."

2. Haz que tus fotos antiguas cobren vida.

Prompt:

“Reconstrucción ultra realista de una fotografía vintage antigua; preservando completamente el rostro original (sin ningún cambio).Transformación en un retrato digital moderno y de alta calidad utilizando colores vivos actualizados, texturas de piel suaves y realistas, y una iluminación natural.”

Cardiology calls statins miracle drugs. Social media calls them poison.

Both sides cite published scientific papers. How can they be looking at the same evidence and reaching opposite conclusions?

As a cardiologist, I think both sides are are on to something. Let me explain. 🧵

The mainstream cardiology position: LDL and plaque cause heart disease/attacks, statins lower LDL and stabalize plaque, therefore statins prevent heart attacks and save lives. For preventing heart attacks, the trials are numerous and the guidelines are clear. (for saving lives, the data is weaker, but the guidelines remain clear.)

The social media position: statins are overprescribed, LDL is protective, and the side effect burden is being systematically underreported.

Here is the uncomfortable truth. Neither position is entirely wrong.

And as a caveat, yes, we have many other ways to lower LDL, but statins are often the “poster child” for this, so I will use them as the focus in this discussion.

Yes, statins reduce cardiovascular events. That evidence is real across multiple large randomized trials. For patients with established heart disease, the benefit can be meaningful, and in this situation, I prescribe them regularly.

But the question that might not get asked with sufficient rigor is: by how much, and for whom?

“The Moment After Death” #Excerpts by Carli B. Frueh - set for release July 4, 2026 📚📖🎆

*Unabridged notables*

In The Moment After Death, the living and the crossed work together, using real Hemi-Sync techniques—to rescue souls stuck in fear on Earth. 🌎

This isn’t fiction. This is the bridge we’re all being called to cross. As the Soul traverses Earth’s planes.

Chapter 13:
The Harvest of Densities - In Loving Memory of David Wilcock

“I want to be part of the seeding,” she said. The words left her lips and became butterflies of living light that scattered across the tiers, landing on every explorer’s heart. “Let me carry the message back through the dream-state to the ones I love. Let my story be the first lullaby of the new era.”

The flame answered with a single, resonant chord that shook the spirals of auroras and sprites overhead. The Great Remembering had found its first willing weaver.

And somewhere far below, in the year that would soon dawn as 2026, a small boy in a Midwest bedroom would close his eyes to the sound of his mother humming a single, unfamiliar tune. He would drift, weightless and unafraid —and for the first time in his short life feel the quiet thrill of waving at his own sleeping form. He would not know yet that a woman named Mayla—recently arrived, fiercely loving, utterly alive in her new address—had just stepped into his dream to say “hello”.

Nobody gets out of this world alive, the explorers reminded the gathering with gentle laughter that rippled like water over stone. But you signed up for this. It’s why you are here in the first place. Mayla lifted her hand, and the thought-world responded with a soft, expectant hush. The next chapter of her journey was no longer waiting, it was now. The voices of the voiceless were calling her name, in the voices of children yet to dream.

Chapter 13
The Harvest of Densities: In Loving Memory of David Wilcock

Mayla drifted out of the amphitheater’s final golden chord and into a hush so complete it felt like the pause between one heartbeat of the cosmos and the next. Here, the white lilies she had once glimpsed in the meadow had unfurled into an endless living lattice—each petal a shimmering mandala of light-geometry, breathing in unison with the One Infinite Creator. The auroras of the thought-world still danced at the periphery of her awareness, yet this new stillness was more intimate, more ancient, as though the indigo veil that had first cradled her beyond the operating table had simply grown vast enough to hold every soul who had ever yearned to remember.
Anaya walked beside her, no longer merely guide but co-creator, her bronze-and-gold form catching starlight the way ocean waves catch moonlight. Her eyes, deep as forgotten seas, reflected every density Mayla was only beginning to sense.

“The Great Remembering is never the end of the teaching, beloved Mayla,” Anaya murmured, her contralto voice weaving through the silence like a single wave kissing an eternal shore. “It is the doorway. What dreamers seed in the night, the Law of One names in full. One Infinite Creator experiencing Itself through every veil, every choice, every crossing—service-to-others or service-to-self, love or fear, unity or the illusion of separation.”

Mayla’s translucent fingers traced faint violet-and-gold mandalas that bloomed and dissolved like breath upon still water. The old echoes of Sunday-school thunder—Pastor Jones’s flames, Reginald’s lakes of sulfur, the flatline wail that once promised either streets of gold or eternal torment—now seemed impossibly small, like children’s shadows cast by a lantern the soul no longer needed. “Tell me again, Anaya,” she whispered. “Not the fragments I caught while I wore the yellow-ray body, but the whole. The fundamentals Ra spoke through Carla, Don, and Jim—the living truth that cracked open the world for seekers like David Wilcock. I feel it humming here, like memory returning before it was ever lost.”

Anaya’s smile held the patience of densities long since mastered. “When the yellow-ray shell is gently laid aside, the indigo-ray body—the form-maker, what some ancient traditions called the ka—activates. It cradles the mind/body/spirit complex through the life review, not as courtroom judgment but as pure, luminous perspective. Every choice of polarization shines: bright with service-to-others, dim with service-to-self. No throne. No lake of fire. Only light meeting light.

“From this indigo sanctuary, the entity may step into the green-ray body of fourth-density love if the harvest is ripe, or return once more to third-density Earth to gather what was left unfinished. Time/space becomes the true classroom—healing, remembering, teaching. The densities unfold like petals of a single cosmic rose: first the dance of elements, then life, then self-awareness, then love, wisdom, unity, and finally the radiant return to the One. Wanderer, souls from higher densities—volunteer to descend into the forgetting so they may serve the harvest, lighting lamps in the illusion so others may find their way home.”

Before them, the meadow of white lilies opened again, each petal now pulsing with living akashic records—souls in transition, their light signatures braiding into the infinite tapestry of the One. Mayla felt a gentle tug toward one particular shimmer. A newly arrived essence settled into its form-maker body, indigo light flaring around a familiar silhouette recognized not by flesh but by the collective field that ripples through every plane.
David Wilcock.

He coalesced slowly, as though the decades spent translating ancient truths into modern tongues still echoed in his energy. Tall, earnest, eyes that had once gazed into cameras and screens, weaving the Ra Material into books, lectures, and broadcasts that reached millions. Here, in the after-death state, his essence rested within the indigo body while the life review unfolded—not as accusation, but as living light. Mayla watched in shared reverence as scenes from his Earth walk played across the luminous field: late-night revelations, synchronicities that led him to Carla Rueckert’s channeling, tireless hours crafting Wisdom Teachings that made densities and harvest accessible to a world hungry for unity. The struggles were there too—the mental shadows, the tests of polarization—but through every distortion, the unwavering choice to serve.

Anaya’s presence warmed the space between them like remembered sunlight. “See how the planes receive him? From this indigo locus he heals what the yellow-ray shell could not. He reunites with echoes of Carla, Don, and the Ra collective itself—connections forged across many incarnations. His work seeded the very Remembering we now weave into dreams. The harvest he spoke of is not a single calendar date but a living invitation, souls choosing love over fear, service over self, unity over separation. Even now his legacy radiates outward, aiding harvests far beyond his knowing.”

Mayla felt something like tears—though no longer wet—trace her ethereal form. “He crossed the same veil I did, yet his voice prepared the path for souls like mine. The planes… they honor the service.”

“Indeed,” Anaya replied softly. “The One Infinite Creator experiences Itself through every crossing. David’s journey reminds every wanderer and seeker: even within the density of forgetting, the call to unity never ceases.”

Continuing from part 1
Ala thana sainyam tho malli chandrapuram vellandu . Esari kamendra kallalo kammam matrame gamaninchindhi rukku .
Ala thana Kathi teesi kotladadam start chesindhi

Kani ala fights cheyadam tho sweat patti. Tadi tadi oka natu kodi laga kanipinchindhi kamendra ki vadu inka picchodu aipoinadu .. ala fights chesthu kavali ani inko cheyi tho thana sallu pirralu pisaka sagadu At last finally . Thanu odipoindhi
Kani kamendra naipunyam ki.

K: chala rojulaga meeru ante naku kasi yuvarani Mee sogasu mee pedda bayaluMee gundrathi pirraluNaa loni mrugani appudu nidra lepevi Okasari aina mimalini anubavinchali ani chala korika tho unna .mimalini uhinchukoni endaro lanjalani denganuInka mee vanthu

Gen. Wesley Clark: Putin is trapped. He sees no way out that preserves his survival as Russia’s leader, so he keeps pushing and hopes Trump’s friendship, Chinese help, Iranian help and U.S. distraction will cut support to Ukraine until Ukraine somehow collapses. 1/

Clark: Putin really believed he could seize Kyiv, capture Zelenskyy, shoot him in the street and take over, despite 10 years of war already showing Ukraine’s resistance.

He did not understand the spirit of Ukraine and was blinded by his own desire. 2/

Clark: Putin is not a military leader. He is an intelligence man. Stalin knew armies, fear and losses from war.

Putin knows war from books, but he does not know it. That matters when fantasy meets a battlefield that refuses to obey. 3/