u/sleepytipi

Every morning I practice meditation when my awareness comes into the hypnogogic state (it's strange maybe, but I've literally changed the scheduling of my life to have the time for this every day it works so well). And this morning my memory seemed fixated on a picture I saw yesterday. A picture of a man in Ukraine riding a bicycle in full military gear with several weapons. A little sleuthing revealed this man was named Sergii Borets. He lived in a NW suburb of Kyiv, that had been occupied during the initial push of Russia's invasion. He was in fact riding off to war. As a veteran of the ongoing conflict in the Donbas he already had his equipment, and he felt as though he was answering a call to protect his community. He was successful in these endeavors, and would go on to join a special forces group until just passing away recently, prompting people who were close to him to post this incredible picture online.

For some reason I couldn't get my thoughts off of this and my usual methods to clear my mind were not working. I thought in another time maybe, that incredible photo would be more iconic. Not so easily forgotten about as people scroll past. I then thought about how that could've been me in another reality. I love cycling and don't own a car. If something similar were to happen here, it could happen. My bike is my means of transportation by a degree of choice. I never lost my childhood love for it, and have competed in the past. I've been in bad automotive accidents caused by other people, and it ruined driving for me. Unless I could procure a rental in such an unlikely time, that would have to do it. It was when I had this thought that I heard a man's laughter. Loudly, as if he was laughing boisterously in my ear. It was so loud I could feel it beating in my diaphragm.

Then I felt a feeling that I can only describe as going downhill very fast on a bicycle. I realized this sensation was the source of the laughter. It was then I could make out the face of a man. Sandy hair, bright eyes, big smile with bright white teeth, riding a bicycle going down this very steep slope. Laughing hysterically like a child on his first big bike ride. It was pure joy and elation. His arms were spread out like a bird catching a drift (as we all do). I could see tears pooling in those bright eyes. He seemed more illuminated than the daylight itself.

I wasn't "there" physically, or as anything more than an awareness of this event specifically. Like a floating passenger. When I tried to push my vision to the surrounding area i felt a very bright and warm light. What I could make out of the landscape was very lush, very beautiful, and very "clean" for a lack of better words. The colors were very vivid, like the saturation of a screen turned up on high. In a strange way, it also felt very familiar. Like something in me instantly recognized this place, but the part of me that was trying to pin a label to it was lost. At that point the sensation faded and my mind cleared. I was back in bed, with tears pouring down my face. Still faintly feeling the sensation, the laughter fading with it.

Is there a possibility that I unknowingly established something of a link? With a stranger that I've never met? The place where he was is what really shook me. It felt very similar to a psychedelic experience in that split second of trying to make sense of it. A very similar feeling to when I've lucid dreamed in the past also (again I was hypnogogic so that could easily be explained). I think maybe if it wasn't for that abstract aspect of the experience I could easily just chalk it up to the imagination, but the place felt very real. Realer than real if that makes any sense. And the light seemed very familiar. In a literal sense, almost like the presence you feel towards a loving grandparent as a child. Completely disarming. Firm and indisputable, but loving and tender.

I was very hesitant to post this because I don't want for anyone to see this as being disrespectful towards the memory of someone many people will be grieving today. I take that grief very seriously as I have endured my own share of it, and would never want to be disrespectful to their memory by asking questions like this. I just know that the experience was quite powerful, and unique from anything I've experienced before. I like to think Sergii said hello, and wanted me to know he's found the peace I so desperately wish for him after seeing that iconic photo, and learning the name of the man in it.

Just a heads up to the unknowing, I was scrolling through my chat requests and noticed a permanent ban from r/Marxism. I did some searching on adjacent subs and evidently I'm far from being the only one. I've never even commented or posted there. In fact I didn't even know I was subbed there despite the obvious name of the subreddit.

The comment sections are completely full of bots, and it seems the only humans participating are doing so from a US or israeli military base. You can't help but get the suspiscion it's not just an ML circlejerk sub, and that it is genuinely compromised. The fact that the mods are spending countless hours lurking profiles looking for internationals is downright psychotic.

She was immensely dedicated, and passionate about her devotion and craft. It was what we bonded over initially. She was a young mother of 4 small children, and also leaves behind a widowed husband. She was an incredible woman. She had so much presence and lived life with love in her heart for everything and everyone. She was so impressionable that anyone who met her never forgot her or had a bad thing to say. She was truly one of our best, and I'm not just saying that out of grief.

Out of the blue she had a heart attack despite not knowing of any pre-existing conditions and otherwise being a healthy and active mom. She was released and not long after had a second. She was placed on life support, and didn't make it.

As I'm sure you can imagine, her family is extremely distraught presently. If you could please, light a candle in her memory, and petition Lady Hecate to aid them in their grieving I would appreciate you with all my heart and soul. If anyone wants anymore details (ie her name) please feel free to PM me.

Also apologies mods if these posts aren't permitted. Wasn't sure what the ruling on them is, I just know it would mean the world to her if her other devotees could petition on her behalf.

In the midst of the phones on the dancefloor debate I heard someone propose this idea and thought it was clever. Curious to see what others think.

Both popular and hidden gem opinions are most welcome. TIA!

I realize this is not immediately pertaining to this sub, but I wanted to ask those of you here with the knowledge you have specifically. How can I tell someone who passed too soon that they are loved and missed? I've tried reaching out with my own learned methods but it's been to no avail. They passed at the hand of their own depression. When I try to connect I'm met with a buffer like shield of chaotic, tornado like thoughts and emotions and I cannot discern who they're coming from. Thanks in advance.

All the continual, collective and competitive efforts to keep them alive and dominant have resulted in ~10 apps that completely dominate everyone's time and input like the worship of old. I can't help but wonder how all of that energy translates to the metaphysical.

Figured I'd share for those of you who don't use/ have it.

The ML, Trotskyist, Maoist, etc labels have become too defining and have everyone placed in separate camps with DMZs between them. I understand what drives people to identify with these labels. There are major differences between many of them. I'm sure I have my leanings that'd put me at odds with many of you, but that doesn't change the fact that you're my comrades.

You're a proletariat socialist, like me. The right is more unified than ever. They have their camps too, but they're united under the same banner. Why can't this same practice be applied to the Left? I can't help but feel we're at a stage that is far more demanding of unified action, where the things that divide us into these camps don't matter as much at the moment. There's so much demand for revolution that differences in practice and theory seem to come after what's being demanded of us now.

What is that prevents us from being able to see past these differences, and realize that what matters most at the moment is that ML you despise as a Trot is still a communist like you? Where is the literal comradery?

In 2025 people around the world were complaining about a strange, thick fog that looked more like particulate in the light. It had a strange taste and odor, left a greasy coating on things and a hairy like substance in some places. Many people reported illness from exposure as well. I myself experienced it, and while I have my theories as to what could've been the cause, I'm curious if anyone else kept digging and learned anything more about it. Thanks.