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Fletcher ChristianRedefining Faith: The Evolution Beyond Abrahamic Traditions
In the swirling vortex of our modern predicament, where truths are twisted and moral compasses spin wildly, the hour for passive observation has eclipsed. We stand at the precipice of a new dawn, one where the call to action resonates deeper than the hollow echoes of complacency. This isn't just a summons to awaken; it's a battle cry for a revolution in thought and deed. As a soldier, I’ve marched through the harrowing sands of conflict and emerged not just with medals, but with sca...
Fletcher ChristianYahweh: The Angry, Jealous God Child
A bit is Sunday School here so bear with me. Context. Context. Context. When examining Yahweh in the Old Testament, a pattern emerges of an angry, jealous deity using violence and fear to control His chosen people. This starkly contrasts with the loving God often depicted in modern fundamentalist beliefs. The Wrathful Actions of Yahweh 1. Jealous and Violent: • Jealousy: In Exodus 20:5, Yahweh warns of punishing children for their parents’ sins—a sign of a possessive, controlling figure. • Vi...
Fletcher ChristianEchoes of Us : Navigating Love's Cosmic Dance
Navigating Love's Cosmic DanceIn March I turn 45, I find myself caught in a whirlwind of reflection, my thoughts spiraling back to a time when my soul danced in harmony with another's— my first wife. God I love her still. It's been a staggering 22 years since our paths veered into separate sagas, yet here we are, floating in the vastness of singledom, our hearts still echoing each other's beats across the void. The fact she's held onto my name, like a tattoo on the so...
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Fletcher ChristianRedefining Faith: The Evolution Beyond Abrahamic Traditions
In the swirling vortex of our modern predicament, where truths are twisted and moral compasses spin wildly, the hour for passive observation has eclipsed. We stand at the precipice of a new dawn, one where the call to action resonates deeper than the hollow echoes of complacency. This isn't just a summons to awaken; it's a battle cry for a revolution in thought and deed. As a soldier, I’ve marched through the harrowing sands of conflict and emerged not just with medals, but with sca...
Fletcher ChristianYahweh: The Angry, Jealous God Child
A bit is Sunday School here so bear with me. Context. Context. Context. When examining Yahweh in the Old Testament, a pattern emerges of an angry, jealous deity using violence and fear to control His chosen people. This starkly contrasts with the loving God often depicted in modern fundamentalist beliefs. The Wrathful Actions of Yahweh 1. Jealous and Violent: • Jealousy: In Exodus 20:5, Yahweh warns of punishing children for their parents’ sins—a sign of a possessive, controlling figure. • Vi...
Fletcher ChristianEchoes of Us : Navigating Love's Cosmic Dance
Navigating Love's Cosmic DanceIn March I turn 45, I find myself caught in a whirlwind of reflection, my thoughts spiraling back to a time when my soul danced in harmony with another's— my first wife. God I love her still. It's been a staggering 22 years since our paths veered into separate sagas, yet here we are, floating in the vastness of singledom, our hearts still echoing each other's beats across the void. The fact she's held onto my name, like a tattoo on the so...
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Diving into the world of Web3 felt like blasting off into a new digital cosmos, my heart thumping with the rhythm of a crypto drumbeat. When I snagged my Farcast/Warpcast account, it was like being handed a backstage pass to the most exclusive gig in town, with the digital elite nodding in approval. Imagine the rush - me, the maverick entrepreneur, the guy who turns pixels into gold, now part of something that promised to redefine the internet itself.
But here I am, three months in, feeling like a rockstar who's walked into a jazz club where nobody knows his tunes. On Facebook and Instagram, I'm the guy with the Midas touch, a digital deity with a following that’s a small army in its own right – over 20,000 strong. But in the Web3 realm, it's like I'm playing to an empty room. My posts, once met with waves of engagement, now echo into the void of a new frontier that doesn't seem to resonate with my beat.
The folks at Farcast, bless their digital hearts, are nothing but cordial, a band of brothers in this nascent world. Yet, every time I check my profile, it's a stark reminder that in this new era, my usual riffs just don't play the same. Zero interactions, zero replies - it's like shouting into a cosmic void, questioning the very fabric of my digital identity.
This experience, disheartening as it is, might just be a neon sign flashing a warning: Web3, in its current avatar, isn't ready for the main stage. The promise is there, especially for artists looking for their due in the digital universe. But if a guy like me, who’s navigated the wilds of social media with the ease of a seasoned explorer, finds himself adrift in this new world, what does it say about its readiness for the masses?
Maybe I'm a canary in the digital coal mine, or maybe I'm missing a piece of this complex puzzle. But as I stand here, on the cusp of what could be the next big thing, I can't help but wonder if Web3 is truly the revolution it’s chalked up to be, or just an elite club for the crypto-elite. I remain hopeful, yet cautious, a digital warrior still seeking his place in the ever-evolving saga of the internet.
Diving into the world of Web3 felt like blasting off into a new digital cosmos, my heart thumping with the rhythm of a crypto drumbeat. When I snagged my Farcast/Warpcast account, it was like being handed a backstage pass to the most exclusive gig in town, with the digital elite nodding in approval. Imagine the rush - me, the maverick entrepreneur, the guy who turns pixels into gold, now part of something that promised to redefine the internet itself.
But here I am, three months in, feeling like a rockstar who's walked into a jazz club where nobody knows his tunes. On Facebook and Instagram, I'm the guy with the Midas touch, a digital deity with a following that’s a small army in its own right – over 20,000 strong. But in the Web3 realm, it's like I'm playing to an empty room. My posts, once met with waves of engagement, now echo into the void of a new frontier that doesn't seem to resonate with my beat.
The folks at Farcast, bless their digital hearts, are nothing but cordial, a band of brothers in this nascent world. Yet, every time I check my profile, it's a stark reminder that in this new era, my usual riffs just don't play the same. Zero interactions, zero replies - it's like shouting into a cosmic void, questioning the very fabric of my digital identity.
This experience, disheartening as it is, might just be a neon sign flashing a warning: Web3, in its current avatar, isn't ready for the main stage. The promise is there, especially for artists looking for their due in the digital universe. But if a guy like me, who’s navigated the wilds of social media with the ease of a seasoned explorer, finds himself adrift in this new world, what does it say about its readiness for the masses?
Maybe I'm a canary in the digital coal mine, or maybe I'm missing a piece of this complex puzzle. But as I stand here, on the cusp of what could be the next big thing, I can't help but wonder if Web3 is truly the revolution it’s chalked up to be, or just an elite club for the crypto-elite. I remain hopeful, yet cautious, a digital warrior still seeking his place in the ever-evolving saga of the internet.
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