u/bannanawaffle13

Hi all,

Bit of a really niche question that probably only applies to a minority of you, but in the UK and I know in a lot of other countries as a immigrant you would need to make an oath of allegiance to the King, his descendants and any successors, this is also required for a few niche roles( admittedly roles any anarchist would unlikely to be in but still) where this is also required, I know sinn feinn abstain from it and Tony Benn tried to alter it but was turned down. How would you navigate it, would you just say the oath, maybe crossing your fingers, or risk being deported or losing out on that job?

Hi all,

So I would say of myself that I'm a reclusive person, I don't have friends, I only leave the house for work, church and running errands and occasionally go on holiday to get even further away from society. I personally see myself as a Christian anarchist( don't really want to go into my religion on here but thought it would help to give more clarity on my point of view) but struggle to reconcile being a reclusive person and being a anarchist. To me the history of reclusive people is a history of radicals, people who refused to take part in the society they found themselves in. My issues comes in with the question of if the system needs to change, can I in good conscience not partake in such a action, to reap the efforts of other people without being a active participant in it. I have tried on the past to take part in activism but my personality just clashes with it, I find protests overstimulating and struggle to connect with people due to my personality often leaving me stood alone, part of the protest but also painfully aware I'm on the outskirts of it physically and metaphorically. So my question is to those anarchists out there who are like me, how did you reconcile that question and how do you live out the philosophy and theory of anarchism in your life while not being a active participant in the mission towards revolution. Thankyou.

Hi all,

So I've been vegan for nearly 2 years now, and being exploring anarchism on and off for around a year (it's taken a long time to understand it and what it actually means fully to be a anarchist) I started off travelling hours to attend protests, mainly in cities which are already difficult with my autism and ADHD ( overwhelming af)but being very introverted, being trans and being scared of being arrested( UK peeps will know how strict police are and how transphobic society can be, prison would mean sexual assault and violence so understandably it terrified me) led to me being scared at most protests and burnout,it was at a protest where I was given a credible death threat when I decided I just did not feel safe in that environment. I have also found some organisations near me who organise vegan activism also harbour transphobes and have heard of abuse others have faced within the movement who are trans. Also, living in a rural community vigils outside slaughterhouses would involve seeing people I know, it would put me at risk of harassment and my family. I do support vegan and pro-peace charities financially, but don't know really know how else I can help, how else I can support my community, with the difficulties I face. Has anyone faced this and how did you deal with this, conflicted with wanting to do more to help but not having the headspace, skillset and mindset to be able to?

Hi all,

So a bit of a strange one, I've just woke up in the spare room, with a sore calf and no idea how I got there I didn't sleep at all the night before, so I'm wondering if I sleep walked for some unknown reason has this happened to anyone else?

Hi all,

So my mum and dad have got me to help them loads up a mattress and bed base from a house clearance to replace my current mattress and bed base they got from another house clearance that has literal straw in it.. It absolutely stinks of old people and piss, I've had to lug it out of this old bungalow, upstairs into the spare room ( a room I furnished myself to use as a quite space as I'm autistic) a d are now trying to make me use as a bed. It's a friend of my mum's so think she was doing them a favour. I said no to her numerous times I don't want to sleep on a old stinky bed, my current mattress isn't the best but it's better than that, but she would not hear it, I offered to buy my own (I'm leaving home next year, hence why I've not replaced it as I'm effectively tossing £400 down drain for not much gain). I'm also autistic so it's also really freaking me out with the sensory aspects of it. I've ended up having a full meltdown and losing my shit over it because she would not listen and is now blocking the quite room completely. AIO?

Hi all,

I'm going to start this by saying I'm not a Catholic so forgive me for the intrusion but my prayer life is very catholic in its structure (I'm Anglo-Catholic) and I thought it would be best to approach here than on the other Christianity sub where you get inundated with atheists mocking you.

So I have quite a full prayer life, not a brag, I pray the daily offices four time a day, spend time in silence with God twice a day, read the bible twice a day, one just making notes and the other in lectio divina, I also finish the day with the self examin, I also will pray offhand though the day when the urge/pull to arrises for a particular person or situation.

Recently however i'm ashamed to admit Ive been really lazy and have used my phone a lot during prayer. I speed run through the words in the daily offices, I've been skipping bible readings, scrolled Reddit during my quiet times but have overall been luke warm in my faith. How can I escape this laziness and get back on track with the daily work of serving God through prayer.

Hi all,

So I work part time at the moment, I live at home, pay board and buy my own shopping so manage to save half my wages roughly each month, I very rarely if ever go away and even then it's to a convent which is very cheap, I don't go to gigs, the cinema, don't eat takeaways or eat watch, watch YouTube and buy all my books second hand if I can't get it from the library. I've been wanting to visit a few places in the UK but really struggle to justify £400 for a weekend away in a hotel (I'm vegan so it's a vegan hotel that I really want to go to) or £600 for a week in a cottage ( once again the vegan thing it can be really hard to find cheap food eating out that is tasty and vegan), am I being too stingy with my money? I hate wasting a month's worth of savings on a weekend away or a month and a half of savings on a cottage when I know hard I have to work to get it in the first place.

Hi all,

I've recently started listening to the shipping forecast, as part of my morning routine, just to settle into the morning. I'm a morning person, so very rarely am I up beyond 10 pm, never mind midnight, so I have caught the night time one maybe once or twice in my life and do feel like I'm missing out on sailing by. I'm just wondering for any of you other shipping forecast fans, when do you tend to tune in?

Hi all,

So I was listening to the shipping forecast this morning guiding my head from slumber into the early morning pitter patter of rain on the window and it's put me in a bit of a thinking mood. We are a island country, sea on every side, but I've never really felt any sort of affinity for the sea. I live as far inland as you can probably get, my childhood did involve travel to the seaside like many a families did, but I never really felt a connection there, just a sense of foreboding and alienation, looking out into the vast array of blues, green, whites. Put me on a fell, a moorland, hilltop among the heather and gorse, with the course laughter of the grouse, and I feel at home, but I've never felt that connection to the sea, which strikes me as odd, as a islander you would think we would have some sort of innate connection with it.

How do others feel about the sea, do you ply your living from it? Do you spend the weekends swashbuckling on dogger bank? Do you feel a connection to the sea at all, or like me do you prefer the heady uplands and deep woody glens?

Hi all,

I'm just coming with a question about something that's been bothering me for a while, I know about discernment of spirits and dabbled in satanism as a kid so know what evil feels like. I will also say I've worked security, where I've walked through old buildings, ancient woods that were supposedly haunted ( I don't believe in ghosts) by my self with no fear, late at night, I'm also a loner by character and would be a hermit of the current finicial situation didn't make such a life very hard to achieve, so don't get easily shaken or scared or lonely.

I went on a holiday a few years ago to this lovely old tiny cottage in the middle of nowhere near this little town deep within the English countryside, the drive there was intense with flooded roads, heavy rain and it took a long time to get there so it was starting to get dark when I arrived.

The cottage was a old barn that also used to be a chapel back on the medivial period and laid out very oddly, a small kitchen with the toilet/shower downstairs, the living room and then a loft bed above the living room. I got settled in, I had a huge duffle of books and settled in to do evening prayer and meditation, followed by a evening of reading, it's when the feeling started.

It was a feeling I've only ever felt at a huge event or stadium just before something kicks off, it felt something was swelling up and it just felt wrong, evil. I pushed passed it, but that night I could not sleep I just felt on edge, like if I closed my eyes something bad would happen. I kept watching that evening and settled in for a few hours of sleep once dawn had broken.

I tried to shake it off, thinking I was just being oversensitive that the weather and rain had set me off. But my walk did not settle my nerves, the two was a good mile and half away and I thought I would wonder in, get some provisions maybe some fish and chips and wonder back, but the town was deserted, most of the houses were holiday cottages, the little post office was shut for a holiday, same for the pub, the fish and chip shop, it just had a really sinister feeling.

I headed back to the cottage empty handed still feeling shook up and settled in for the day, but still that presence remained. I tried to tough it out, watch a few dvds on a small portable dvd player (no WiFi or phone signal, no TV), but as it got letter, of done my pattern of prayers during the day and was getting ready for bed, it felt the same, that same energy that fear, I got into bed, thinking I was being silly, I left the dvd player to give a bit of background noise, hoping it would settle whatever it was, but once I got into bed it just got worse.

I laid there for 3 hours feeling that sense of dread, then I started struggling to breathe, my face swelled up and I decided that enough was enough and I needed to get out. I quickly packed up, tidied up the house and loaded up the car. It was about 2am at this point, I was running on fumes and TBH it was probably not the best idea to drive. I managed to get away and found a small layby to pullover to get half a hour of sleep, before driving home with the window open, cold air on and music on very heavy. To this day, I still get shivers about this place,I don't know if my prayer upset something there or what, but it still creeps me out and is something I don't talk about that often, until I hears a similar story from a man like me the hermit of Trieg.

He is a very similar character to me, and he described a very similar experience at Ben alder up in Scotland, leaving him to flee late at night too and I felt I needed to speak out and ask if others have had a similar experience here?

Hi all,

I'm just coming with a question about something that's been bothering me for a while, I know about discernment of spirits and dabbled in satanism as a kid so know what evil feels like. I will also say I've worked security, where I've walked through old buildings, ancient woods that were supposedly haunted ( I don't believe in ghosts) by my self with no fear, late at night, I'm also a loner by character and would be a hermit of the current finicial situation didn't make such a life very hard to achieve, so don't get easily shaken or scared or lonely.

I went on a holiday a few years ago to this lovely old tiny cottage in the middle of nowhere near this little town deep within the English countryside, the drive there was intense with flooded roads, heavy rain and it took a long time to get there so it was starting to get dark when I arrived.

The cottage was a old barn that also used to be a chapel back on the medivial period and laid out very oddly, a small kitchen with the toilet/shower downstairs, the living room and then a loft bed above the living room. I got settled in, I had a huge duffle of books and settled in to do evening prayer and meditation, followed by a evening of reading, it's when the feeling started.

It was a feeling I've only ever felt at a huge event or stadium just before something kicks off, it felt something was swelling up and it just felt wrong, evil. I pushed passed it, but that night I could not sleep I just felt on edge, like if I closed my eyes something bad would happen. I kept watching that evening and settled in for a few hours of sleep once dawn had broken.

I tried to shake it off, thinking I was just being oversensitive that the weather and rain had set me off. But my walk did not settle my nerves, the two was a good mile and half away and I thought I would wonder in, get some provisions maybe some fish and chips and wonder back, but the town was deserted, most of the houses were holiday cottages, the little post office was shut for a holiday, same for the pub, the fish and chip shop, it just had a really sinister feeling.

I headed back to the cottage empty handed still feeling shook up and settled in for the day, but still that presence remained. I tried to tough it out, watch a few dvds on a small portable dvd player (no WiFi or phone signal, no TV), but as it got letter, of done my pattern of prayers during the day and was getting ready for bed, it felt the same, that same energy that fear, I got into bed, thinking I was being silly, I left the dvd player to give a bit of background noise, hoping it would settle whatever it was, but once I got into bed it just got worse.

I laid there for 3 hours feeling that sense of dread, then I started struggling to breathe, my face swelled up and I decided that enough was enough and I needed to get out. I quickly packed up, tidied up the house and loaded up the car. It was about 2am at this point, I was running on fumes and TBH it was probably not the best idea to drive. I managed to get away and found a small layby to pullover to get half a hour of sleep, before driving home with the window open, cold air on and music on very heavy. To this day, I still get shivers about this place,I don't know if my prayer upset something there or what, but it still creeps me out and is something I don't talk about that often, until I hears a similar story from a man like me the hermit of Trieg.

He is a very similar character to me, and he described a very similar experience at Ben alder up in Scotland, leaving him to flee late at night too and I felt I needed to speak out and ask if others have had a similar experience here?

Forgive me if this is a silly question. When I was a teenager, roughly aged 14 or 15, I used to be a theological Satanist. I used to meditate to demons, enter into temples within my mind to be with them, it made me a nasty person, and I believe (my memory is very foggy of this time) tried to give my soul to Satan, he tried to make me do horrible things, which I never did, and I think now that was God protecting me. I turned away from this, turned back to God and woke up the following day with three scratches on my forearm. I'm scared this makes me sound mad but I was and am fully compos mentis. Since then, I've sensed Satan in the world in certain places and in prayer have seen visions of sneering demons that still terrify me, the most recent being last night, my question is I am I cursed to hell, or am I saved by Christ, I believe in Christ, that he dies for us but just terrifies me that my faith may not be strong enough.

Hi all,

I'm sorry if this is a bit of a silly question but I've just received communion today l, which for the first time was nlu half a communion waver, the priest was running out so she snapped it in half. I've always thought they would quickly go bless a few more. I'm 99% sure it's full communion but just wanted to ask how others felt about this?

Hi,

So I've been practicing Christian meditation on and off for about 2 years now and really struggle to not pick my phone up and start scrolling and when I do start I can't stop. I feel pulled to do it and struggle to control that urge how can I stop myself from doing this as it's really getting between me and God. TIA.

He's got the personality of a wet flannel , feels fake and he's trying way too hard. Good look to the guy but I would hate if he took over permanently, I felt second hand embarrassment just listening to him.

Hi all,

Please don't take this as a insult just generally interested. In my area I've noticed a lot of emergency service vehicles either keep the long tone on for every situation including junctions or don't use a siren at all? Is there a reason for this, I've seen quite a few people caught out by this at all was wondering if there is a operational reason why this would be done?