I won't leave you hanging without providing a solution. TL/DR - Internet LEET Speak Tool Long/Don't Read. It is a shortcut way on the internet culture (came from Twitter) that was a back handed way of saying, "Stop being a blowhard, and if you can't distill your thoughts into 140 characters, it's not worth anybody's time". Basically it's a snarky way to motivate people to feed the goldfish in 6 second bites. Well, I'm not a cliff notes guy as I believe context is important for so many people lack a foundation of knowledge. Meaning, one cannot build a foundation in 6 seconds. Thus, I attempt to provide context. Well, I'm providing (2) Solutions: Solution 1 - TL/DR — Learn to Play & Listen Don’t want to read? Have your phone read posts to you in 15–30 seconds. iPhone (fastest) One-time setup: Settings → Accessibility → Spoken Content → turn on Speak Screen (optional: Highlight Content).Every time: Open the post → two-finger swipe down from the top → tap Play on the controller. Tip: For just a paragraph, select the text → Speak. Android (fastest) One-time setup: Settings → Accessibility → Select to Speak → turn it on (add the Accessibility button).Every time: Open the post → tap the Accessibility button → tap Play or drag to select text. Copy → Google Docs method (works on both) 1. Long-press in the post → Select All → Copy 2. Open Google Docs → New document → Paste 3. Use Speak Screen (iPhone) or Select to Speak (Android) to listen iPhone Shortcut (super quick) 1. Open Shortcuts → + → Add Action → search “Speak Text” → add 2. Tap the blue Text field → choose Clipboard 3. Next → name it Speak Clipboard → (optional) Add to Home ScreenUse: Copy any post → run Speak Clipboard → it reads aloud. Solution 2: TL/DR — Have ChatGPT Read It For You How to use (60 seconds): Copy the long post/text. Open chat.openai.com (web) or the ChatGPT app → New chat. Paste one of the prompts below, then replace <<<TEXT>>> with your copied text.

Are the Jew's God's Chosen People? This is a dangerous question in the public square as it is emotionally triggering and runs the risk of a visceral response. Like just by me typing it, it could be screenshot (without any of my upcoming thoughts) and be labled Antisemitic, which no evidence could be found anywhere to support that claim. I'm merely asking a question from a biblical lens. Unless someone is claiming that other sacred texts claim that God favored the Jews as well. I'm specifically asking a Biblical question. Why do many who profess to be Christian Say “The Jews Are God’s Chosen People” Many Christians echo this phrase because they are quoting an Old Testament truth without contextualizing it through the New Covenant (New Testament). In Scripture, God indeed chose Israel: “For thou art an holy people unto the LORD thy God: the LORD thy God hath chosen thee to be a special people unto himself…” — Deuteronomy 7:6 (KJV) However, the problem arises when Christians stop there, as if that covenant status remains unchanged and unqualified under the New Covenant. The Biblical Transition — From Ethnic Israel to the Israel of God The New Testament reveals an unfolding: that the promises to Abraham were not ultimately about ethnic lineage, but about faith in Christ. The Old Testament has many examples of Prophets, Judges, Kings, demonstrating Faith in Christ (Explore Christophony's). “Know ye therefore that they which are of faith, the same are the children of Abraham.” — Galatians 3:7 (KJV) “There is neither Jew nor Greek… for ye are all one in Christ Jesus. And if ye be Christ’s, then are ye Abraham’s seed, and heirs according to the promise.” — Galatians 3:28–29 (KJV) Paul even distinguishes between ethnic Israel and spiritual Israel: “For they are not all Israel, which are of Israel.” — Romans 9:6 (KJV) So — biblically — God’s chosen people are those united to "Christ" by faith, not a geopolitical or ethnic group. Why the Confusion Exists Today

In the village of Wayfair, Moriel kept a shop with two polished weights: one engraved Mercy, the other Justice. At home, when weighing grain for his family, he used Mercy—a light stone. “Conscience is king in private,” he’d say, smiling.But at the market, he set Justice—a heavy stone—on everyone else’s scales. “For the common good,” he declared, “your measure must meet my standard.” When a neighbor pointed out the difference, Moriel replied, “It’s different here. Lives are at stake.” One day a young apprentice asked, “Master, which stone is true?”Moriel answered, “Both. Mercy for me in my kitchen; Justice for you in the square.”The apprentice frowned. “So the rule changes with the room—and the ruler?” An elder, passing by, tapped the counter: “Unequal weights break trust. If the rule is right, it should be right for all—in cottage and in court.” The crowd grew quiet. Pressed, Moriel tried a new defense: “My intent is pure.”The elder nodded, “Then let your measure be clear: What is your source? Where does your authority end? Will you accept the same measure when it cuts against you? And what remedy do you offer when people fall short?” Moriel looked at his two stones. In the glass, he saw not justice but a shifting self—one rule for private ease, another for public power. The apprentice lifted a single honest weight onto the scale. “Perhaps truth needs one measure,” he said, “and many mercies.” Moriel sighed, then set aside both stones and wrote above the counter:“One standard for all, mercy for each.”And trade in Wayfair began to heal. © Meraki 2025 All Rights Reserved (I'm not enforcing this license - just seeking recognition) If I were leading an accountability group discussion? Name the pattern: This is special pleading / double standard—moralizing, not morality. The Consistency Cross (4 S’s): Source (What authority?) Scope (Where does it apply?) Symmetry (Same rule for me & mine?) Sanctions (What remedy and due process?) Private/Public flip check: If it’s “righteous” in private but “wicked” in public (or vice versa) without a principled change in scope/authority, it’s a vibes-based rule.

I do not have a "public" place to share my thoughts without siginificant risk. This video was shared with me about an Officer telling his personal story. It is dated during the Plandemic. I personally know (2) Officers {Clarification: ex-officers (Juisti/Falgiatore)} which were pressured out of their careers for doing the moral, ethical, constitutional, correct thing. I also know many officers who continue to lie, fabricate, mis-represent, obstruct, avoid, steal, search without RAS or a warrant. They have been confronted with their crimes but they continue to follow orders and obey their chain of command. A few claim Christ and when confronted with their sin, their response is basically "What do I tell my wife?" Answer: I don't know, are you a man of God or a man serving man? Is Pension, Paycheck, Power, Promotion the blocks of your particular altar or are you willing to trust God's love to enrich you according to His plan? Not my question to answer, just looking for the fruit that either supports ones claims or contradicts ones claims.

I have chosen to NOT personally post my Shiny Object video publicly. Not on Twitter, Facebook, TikTok, just here. Why? Because I am sharing those thoughts for those that KNOW me, and it's an invitation for others who might want to engage and possibly begin to know me. By me personally posting it, my neurodivvergence accepts that the outcome could be quite triggering and in the domain of "church" (congregational, parishioner, attendee, visitor, etc), be labeled as divisive as opposed to "seek scripture and refine discernment". I am hopeful that organically that some of my messages may begin to be shared. My desire is that this is the first step of a safe retreat, in advance of a deeper retreat. I truly believe that many would benefit from that privacy, safety along with reflection/accountability. Devoid of the ideological judgment/condemnation/isolation being fortified in the public sphere. In speaking with one friend this morning I felt it important to dust off one of my previous musings. Maybe someone can create a chord progression (Please, not Hillsong, Elevation, or Bethel Music shenanigans). Psyche at the Pearly Gates I woke up past the thunder, where the clouds are all in white, Knuckles on a pearly door, heart doing laps with fright. Peter flips the ledger, eyebrow doing math, Says, “You sure took the scenic, son—wild and narrow path.” He asks about my bruises, the jokes I used to hide, The days I walked with limping faith, the nights I almost died. I said, “I brought my broken, I brought my borrowed time,” He smiled like he already knew—and rang a little chime. Then Jesus steps from glory, eyes like morning light, Arms stretched wider than my shame, grin crooked, warm, and bright. He says, “You thought you’d earn this?” I whisper, “Not a slice.” He laughs and pulls me closer—“Psyche! I paid the price.” We wander past the questions that used to own my head, All the shiny idols, the lies I almost fed. “Did I fight the good fight? Did I love the least?”