silly terran, made from mud with a mind of dusty saltwater. you cannot possibly comprehend the cosmic consciousness of a starseed. i personally received the True Knowledge from a starseed named Kevin in a UFO camoflauged to look like a 1988 Ford Econoline in the parking lot by the Daytona Beach pier, before his ship departed for Jacksonville.

i grew up in a high populated part of the country with abysmal mental health services and no social safety net. i also had a woo phase for a while in early adulthood... there's something alluring and almost prestigious about so-called traditional knowledge when the institutions of modernity are wretchedly failing. at my most disbelief-suspending times, it felt like i couldn't go a week without running into someone who was peddling some wildly off the rails conspiratorial cosmology. i had long hair and was polite/chill. I liked hanging out in low traffic bookstores and reading weird shit for free, which I guess is something I have in common with people on the fringe. so i guess i seemed approachable to someone with orders from the mothership. better me than someone who is going to prey on them, i guess?

i've been around woo and tolerant towards it for so long, but in the last decade or so as i settled into leftism, it's started to bother me. the grifting of desperate people generally, but also way focusing on individualized treatment serves to distract people from collective action to restore, improve, reform institutions to serve us. not to mention, some of the woo people i knew 10-20 years ago turned into massive reactionaries and anti-vax Q brains. it's upsetting if i think about it too much, so i tend to just make jokes about the brain worms.