Caught the last few shares in the , Empathy Save the Species, Work Shop, this week. Unfortunately times difference means I cannot be there for the whole thing. I copied what Rus put in the chat, "Here’s how we: Pick content that is self-revealing, a bit uncomfortable, but still something that you are able to share publicly. Write 2 pc: 1. abstract/obscure; 2. Narrative/journalistic. Share both, discuss!!" And decided to have a go. Quite happy to do the "discuss!!", here if any one has any questions.

The worth of our existence... What about Artificial intelligence??? The reality, are you willing, to Sacrifice???? Your humanity, mental clarity, this earth shattering... Resources depleted, for data centers that feed... The hardware, computer infrastructure... The Cloud requires us to give up our privacy... While nefarious factions, lie to the populous... Claiming...this is for national security... Currently breaking laws, and dropping bombs... Raising the temperature of Mother Earth... Notice, the rain isn't falling this Spring... How many devices do you have personally... Would you Sacrifice one or two... Giving our Children a planet, with clean air and water... Or will you follow the example of corruption... Who are ruled by money matters... Selling fake meat, poison vegetables... Damaging generations of chromosomes... What's really going on??? Some say it's biblical prophecy... I call heresy... Demons, don't represent GOD..... Hate is the antithesis of Agape... Large machine language models only have... The bias it's fed by humans. Won't take accountability... Colorblind negates the trauma and violence... Experienced by those who are the most affected The ones that will suffer the cruelty Homelessness, poverty while being played... The shell game, knowing there aren't any crumbs left... This slippery slope of caca dragging us away from love... Leaving a horrible example for our children... Yet, we shake our proverbial heads, wondering what's wrong... Instead of acknowledging the problem is everyone, who supports evil as their example... Lyrically yours, MydNite Renaissance ❤️‍🩹

I have always been, Unseen unless needed.... Especially as a teen and young person... In my mind, parents really desire to have children...that are perfect... The context...humans have had the desire to make their progeny better... Never really think about the pressure asserted mentally... The hormones, prefrontal cortex not fully developed, while searching for individuality... Sometimes, this comes with resentment... Because, fear is as powerful as peer pressure... Mentally fighting within, what if I, your child, can't live up to your standards??? Will you still love me??? Or is your love conditional, a transaction... Based on how I perform??? Feeling like a trained seal more than child development. Misunderstood, unseen, now acting out...why? In this world of constant competition...needing to hear...I am proud of you.. I am on your side...love you.. The real expectations, become better today, than yesterday.. Grow, flourish, own your mistakes and be accountable.. Remember, young ones...parents are flawed humans.... We pour into our children, hoping to ease the struggles... We see your greatness from birth...wishing to uplift all of you.. Yet, the best of us know... Mistakes, are unfortunately the best instructors Experience, my Mummy said, is a hard task master... Life brings challenges, misunderstandings.... Which is why we have to have uncomfortable conversations.. Some tears and elevated voices will happen... Doesn't mean, parents don't love their children... Please understand, we are not only managing the kids... We are attending to careers, businesses, spouses and life... Sometimes we are just overwhelmed... A confession, lots of Parents, don't feel equipped or adequate to rear kids... Please forgive us!!! Lyrically yours, MydNite Renaissance ❤️‍🩹

They ask me, How do you support the youth? Not with lectures dressed like love, not with control disguised as care, but with ears that don’t flinch when truth comes out messy. Because the bloom of misunderstanding doesn’t need competition, pain is not a scoreboard. Suffering doesn’t shrink just because someone else had it worse. So I don’t compare them. I hear them. These kids my children, their friends they don’t always run home to the ones who raised them, they run to the ones who feel them. And somehow… that became me. They sit in my space, half laughter, half wounds, speaking in a language that older generations sometimes dismiss, but I’ve learned to translate tone over words, silence over noise. I give them what I didn’t always receive, safe conversation, room to question, freedom to feel without being fixed too fast. I tell them: You’re allowed to become. I pour into their ideas like seeds already chosen by purpose, watering dreams that adults sometimes call unrealistic, because who decided survival was more important than imagination? I celebrate them loudly their weird, their wild, their becoming, and I remind them joy is not something you earn, it’s something you allow. And in the middle of giving: I realized something… I am not just support. I am not just refuge. I am evidence that love can be soft and strong at the same time. So yes— today, I celebrate how awesome I am. Not out of ego, but because I chose to be what I needed when no one was listening. And now they are heard. they are held. they are rising. And I’m right here, not above them with them.

Resounding Hope is the manifestation of words spoken.. These thoughts and mental letters, creating etymology are prayers... Both unconscious and conscious laying on our hearts.. The alleviation and elevation of stress off the soul. Under the weight of crushing despair... A call out to my GOD!!! It's the only thing...I know to trust.... In these moments, where there seems... We have nothing or no one to save us... This Hope is constitutional.. Helped me survive Breast and Uterine Cancer...no chemo or radiation.. Beat the odds with Sarcoidosis... When the Pulmonary Doctors and Surgeons said...in surprise... You're walking, should be on oxygen... Looking at the lung charts...said... I should be dead...those words flew out her mouth... My constitutional optimism made me smile... Knowing GOD said, yes to my... Resounding Hope... Lyrically yours, MydNite Renaissance ❤️‍🩹