Pathways Network

Right so I don't really know how to start this post in any sort of artistic way, I'll just get right to the point!

I opened up a box of things I usually only drag out around the Christmas season, as you do, and amongst the bits and bobs of glitter and plastic christmas trees I found a sort of... well it's a snow globe, yeah? You know the things, you must know, this is exactly the kind of place to find something touristy like this.

Pick it up, swirl it about, watch the glitter or snow - or both, if you prefer as I do - and it's really quite delightful! Except that it was me and someone from that other life in the globe, which is rather peculiar, isn't it? He was on his horse, I had my lute. We were coming back from an adventure, I was composing a song.

Really a very fond memory, but how did it get into a snow globe I wonder? I certainly never had it custom made.

Um, I don't really have any answers, or know what happened so I can't answer those questions, but I'm working on a way to try and get people out of the energy field who are trapped. I just need to make sure first that there won't be any sort of negative reaction before I do anything. And if anyone has a count of how many people, that would be great too.

[Filtered to those who know Wanda]
I don't know if there's anyone on this side of the energy field who has answers, or really how many are on this side, but is there anyone on this side of the energy field who knows Wanda Maximoff?

[Dick]
I'm okay. Not entirely sure what's going on or started this, but I managed to get out.

Do you ever think about how we don't actually know what the Monster Mash sounds like? We know the song about the Monster Mash, but not the Monster Mash itself.

I had someone tell me that waffles weren't an appropriate lunch and honestly, I think I might ban them from the speakeasy. I don't need that kind of negativity in my life.

..I sense a disturbance in the force...

Okay so clearly all the cool kids know about this platform and that's why I wasn't invited.

I haven't been recovering memories of just one other life, but many. A baker's dozen at least. So many years, so many events, every bit of it out of order. How do you piece together your past when you lived so much of it in a non-linear way? I've changed faces so many times, I don't know which memories go with which face. All of this bubbling to the surface makes me feel like I'm a dozen different people all at once. And I don't entirely know who he is. Who they are? They're all me, but they're all so different in their own ways.

Feels a bit nutty at times.

Sometimes I really don't understand these other memories or whatever they are. I remember this one professor I had at university, he was very sweet and one of the only people who didn't judge me based on my looks.

This professor was a goat. A talking goat. I don't know what to do with this information. Except that maybe I need a drink.

You know how you spot those... I don't know what we're calling them. Holes in reality? Sometimes I see them out of the corner of my eye, sort of like the world is one of those matte paintings and someone gouged a big green glowing hole in it. I hope I'm not alone in this, but anyway -

One of them was right in front of me this morning in my kitchen, and without thinking anything through, I reached out to touch it. You should all know that that was a mistake, at least for me. I think I took hold of something for a moment, but I can't really be sure, because it was all searing pain, and then fainting, and my roommate had to take me to the ER.

They don't see anything wrong, by the way. They gave me a saline drip and decided it was dehydration. But hi, my left hand is totally glowing now. GLOWING. HOW DO THEY NOT SEE THIS. AM I GOING INSANE I'M TOO YOUNG TO BE GOING INSANE. They also don't see my elf ears?

If there's anything these other memories have shown me, it's that even in the darkest of times, there are people willing to stand up and do what is right. It's actually reassuring to know that I had a very strong moral compass in these memories.

So uh. Can anyone move things without actually touching them?

Also can anyone recommend someone to repair a hole in a wall that won't ask questions on how it got there?

So this..mark is here now. It won't scrub off will it?

So I found this photo in my apartment today. I have no idea who the other guy is, but he seems very familiar. Anyone else have photos with people they can't seem to remember? Otherwise I might need to get my brain checked

So, not to sound like a massive freak, but I think something's going to happen soon? I think I had a vision, but it wasn't clear beyond the distinct feeling that something's coming.

There, Galinda, I did it. Stop making faces at me

So purely out of curiosity, is anyone else experiencing knowledge of skills you didn't train in? Like for instance I know how to dance a perfect waltz but I never took dance lessons. I've learned dance steps as far as theatre choreography goes, but we all know that's not the same thing as taking ballroom dancing lessons, generally speaking.

I do not care to use the internet for research, but my usual avenues are proving useless at the moment. There does not seem to be a nationwide outbreak of mysterious tattoo-like markings. Yet, I've seen them on colleagues, on waiters, on people standing in line at the coffee shop. I've had plenty of rebellious students. I'm familiar with how new tattoos look as well as older, faded ones. These aren't really tattoos. They're something...different. I haven't gotten one myself. Yet. Hopefully, I don't, it's not really my thing.

Has anyone noticed a pattern among the people getting these markings? Or does it seem to be completely random?

does anyone have any tips for dealing with a migraine that's gone on for weeks?

So I see people getting random "gifts" on here ranging from diamond jewelry to seeds. I get a green bottle. What the fuck? I'd say some drunk person broke in and left it, but who the fuck would leave some random person a green bottle?

I thought my new tattoo was an odd enough thing, but I had a heart attack when I was looking in the mirror this morning.

Has anyone else ... changed? Physically.

Does anyone else find it a little odd that so many people were completely love sick, but only for a weekend?