IS SUBSTACK SELLING YOUR WORDS & YOUR SOUL?

Has Substack betrayed your TRUST? Are your very own words you work so hard at crafting being SOLD right out from under you?

ALLEGEDLY:

GUESS WHAT?

All your words are being stolen.

Yup, stolen.

By long-time, well-worn, time-tested, millennia trained thieves - oh, and, murderers.

Substack is allowing your words, ideas, perceptions, interpretations, jokes, sorrows, joys and everything in between to be stolen, used and re-used, uploaded, arranged for any seth, deborah, isaac to plagiarize you and the rest of the internet using AI to assemble your words into something that they will put their name on on a book, article…

Your words are not your own anymore - They are EVERYONE'S?

With AI scraping the internet for every utterance in every language through the permission of all these websites, social medias and apps, you are unwittingly “agreeing” to being surveilled and raped of your words, your expressions, your experience and for it to be used by anyone and everyone who wants to put their name on what a CHAT-GPT spits out for them in the form of a “book,” article, paragraph, a song, a script who stole your ideas and others all to make that masterpiece some empty soul will put their name on and make money on and fame with not of their own blood, sweat and tears but yours, mine, and others who have poured our hearts out to the world to share our creative expressions to touch and connect with others sincerely.

And, no, no, you never really agreed to this.

Did you agree to “let” Substack give away all your writing?

Nope, you didn’t.

No, you didn’t agree to have your writing plagiarized, did you?

No.

None of us did who write on here or who write anywhere on the internet or publishing!

Did you know that our books are being plagiarized, harvested from the digital files that are being uploaded to our printers, publishers and eBooks and re-sold unbenownst to us to the great AI in the internet-sky?

Yup.

And, good old “free speech” Substack is in on it, too. They jumped on that bad bandwagon, too, to sell our souls, literally, they are selling what our hearts, minds, body, soul and Spirit are pouring out on this platform!

Substack is selling your words.

Substack is selling your heart.

Substack is selling your experience.

IS SUBSTACK SELLING YOUR SOUL?

SUBSTACK is allowing the AI makers, ChatGPT takers to steal your words.

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Your thoughts, your ideas, your perceptions, your opinions, your efforts, yup, all are being stolen right now, right from under your eyes, fingertips and keyboards, right from inside your mind.

Every word is going up not to Heaven, to the real Eternity, but, to the AI wished-for “eternetity” of the AI wannabe live-foreverers.

There is only one way to “live forever” but, I’ll explain that at another time if you’re interested.

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Stealing anyone’s and everyone’s heart and soul, blood, sweat and tears is definatley not the way to “live forever.”

Gaining notariety for someone else’s genius is bad catma.

I am reminded of when I went to an ALONON meeting years ago in 2012, I think, here in Nashvaygooz (Nashville), Tennessee, and I witnessed a guy sitting next to me writing feverishly in his notebook nose in the crease of his pages and oblivious of being watched as he was so intent on his pen to paper. As I watched him, I realized that he was writing down every possible word of the person who was bearing their heart and soul sharing their trauma of surviving the abuse of their alcholic parent.

This guy sitting next to me was stealing the heart-ache of this person. He was stealing their wisdom, too, their survivor-power, their courage, their strength and their vulnerbility - all of which the thief writing next me clearly had none of hence their recource to search out other’s who have what he doesn’t have and take claim of it for himself: life-experience of pain and the process of true recovery and all that it takes in each unique person and unique moment and all the blessings and tribulations that come with facing life’s opportunities.

That thieving interloper had no intention of bearing his soul to the group to make an offering of his life experience to touch others, encourage others, be an example to others that they can do it, too, and here’s how, here’s my struggle and here’s my journey through.

Nope, he had no intension of sharing any of these gifts of being human.

Nope, he had no intension of giving back to those who have shared their soul and humanity and everything in between.

Nope, he had no intenstion at all but to be the thief he was.

And, you know why he was so ecstatically writing down all that good fodder?

He was capturing those hurting and healing people’s life stories so that he could put their words taking them and pretending their were his own to make a buck or a million or more off of them by putting their stories into his songs!

That mad transcriber was there to make a song he could sell out of those unsuspecting victim/surviors.

I couldn’t believe it as I was sitting their dumbfounded and mute.

I was mute.

Shocked and frozen.

I watched his hand fly through pages with his pen chaining the sufferings and redemptions of people I witnessed speak so beautifully.

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I was there to help myself survive.

I went in the hope of giving myself some keys to overcoming my own experience with growing up with abusers.

I went their to help save my own life.

I went their to be around others who knew, who chose to heal, who know that they need to face the past, the pain, speak it, share it, take responsibility for what is one’s to take and let go of the rest and, also, know that love is the only real power.

There is so much more to healing and, yet, healing is truly simple. But, we have made ourselves full of complications, full of mind controls, full of devotions, dedications, additions, and loyalities to poison ideas that we, also, had no control over but, keep selling to ourselves and others long after our indoctrination.

These maliscious conditioning can be our downfall if we don’t choose to become aware of it and choose to DEprogram ourselves and UNindoctrinate ourselves from the poison social conditioning that plagues most of our entire world through religious indoctrination, TV, movies, books, schools, addictive habits etc.

DEprograming is a critical part of what we call healing.

We can feel to heal but, we, also, need to be aware to truly heal.

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More on healing later…

I wrote that example of how those who have no original ideas are led to steal from others the inspiration that they lack. Our world is filled with these thieves receiving “credit,” accolades made up by the mafia of thieves who run the “entertainment” industries. They reward this horrid bahavior that tears down society. These people know nothing of what builds a society as they kill so many the people who have created all the beauty in our world over millennia. More and more of who is seen in our world are these confectionary, hollow shells siphoners of other’s beauty, paper-macheying themselves with the chemical dyes and lies to bait the gullable, naive and rudderless who follow the vapid pied-pipers into their lair of mental and emotional subjugation.

Slavery-gone-wild is our state of the dis-union.

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So, Substack has gone the way of these soulless, spineless, courageless satan worshipers. Substack has bowed to giving away all our words, all our heart, soul, mind and body thinks, feels, smells, tastes, hears, writes on our inter-NETS.

Yes, inter-NETS - NETS.

A web harvesting our hearts, our minds, our bodies.

An inter-web where we come to join together, to find like minded people, to find friendship, camaraderie, wisdom, strength, humor, friends, colleagues, business venturers. And, now they have ruined this modern miracle even more than their mass surveillance and censoring has before in the last 25+ years. Now, we know for sure - because they are telling us - that they are stealing - PLAGIARIZING - our words right from under our noses and fingertips.

Chat-GPT et al - whatever its called - AI in all it’s forms has been harvesting our ideas for decades and now they are telling us in plain language right in our faces.

Oh, they are harvesting our heart’s sharings on our phone calls, too, not just for surveillances but, for more stealing our intimacy we share with one another of our lives so they can turn our words, again, into their scripts for TV and movies that they malignantly mind-control all their viewers with.

You ever wonder why films capture the zeitgeist so well?

You ever wonder why your favorite politician say exactly what you want to here and your arch nemesis politician says exactly what you hate about them?

You ever wonder why the songs on the radio speak your life-story so well and pull at your heart strings so rivetingly?

Well, there is one and only one reason this happens:

Because all of us are being, and have been for a very long time, surveilled, watched, listened to, and harnessed for the plagiarizing, soulless, uninspired thieves who too many people pay to enterENTRAIN them with their own life stories which are then used and twisted to churn our natural instincts into unnatural, uninstintual, uninspired states of consciousness.

You ever wonder why so many people are addicts? Of so much? Addicts of all the things that aren’t good for anybody? Cigarettes, alcohol, shopping of junk, rape, self-harm and more?

Because we have allowed our society to be devolved by these plagiarizing, murderous thieves or, thieving murderers rather.

Tell Substack that you want to keep your words to yourself and to those who read your heart and soul with their heart and soul.

Tell Substack that you want AI fake “eyes,” thieving fishing bots, idea-word harvesting applications out of Substack for good and for forever!

Tell Substack that we choose our world to be FREE from mafia plagiarist thieves and their evil AI apps and free from all of their influence.

Tell Substack and all apps and all everything that you choose to be in an environment from these rapists and to banish them to their own island where they can do whatever heinous, unnatural, inverted things they want to each other away from all other real, natural, beautiful humans.

Thank you and goodnight.

DiasporaOfLove.com

7:05:46 AM, 12 June 2024, Wednesday

Sun is shining, chem-trails are trailing non-stop right in front of me since dawn and the trees are lush with the glorious rains of a good Spring and the breeze is sweet even through the chem-trails are trying their darndest to rock that lullaby boat, we will still sing and dance and laugh and love together in JOY!