Tumblr's Social Extraction
Explaining the process and context of how my personal social environment was directly and intentionally spoiled around 2012, and how it impacts today
In my previous articles I have been expanding upon the principles of cultural change, which would not be the biggest idea if it wasn't for how it radically recontextualizes the past, like how I both created animation culture and bad animation culture was created just to spite me, while I was still an Anonymous teenager.
One memory shows how personal the Tumblr culture was that pushed social justice and other such associated things. The process by which they stole friends from me.
My spiritual visions which fuel these articles involved extensive scenes of people I only knew from online, which is how I know they are meant to be my friends. Not only did I face harassment such as a maniac who harassed me on Tumblr multiple times per day, I also started to see what Homestuck was, and I encountered social justice, and other things happened. So I couldn't really establish them as my friends aside from ipgd who was already established as my friend. My masculinity prevented me from bringing girls into a dangerous situation, and oh yeah they were usually girls. A lot of girls.
ipgd liked scary pictures and being silly in an offensive way. This wasn't a personality fit for this new Tumblr regime of 2012. Gradually things changed, and gradually it became clear that there was no hospitality to me. As this happened, it involved transitioning from the experiences after my near-death experience, which took away the intense spiritual pain I felt for the later years of my attempted Revolution. I was a bit woozy, a bit giddy, a bit idealistic, and I don't know how people back then viewed it. I was too isolated to know their perspective.
Gradually she changed, going from the most vibrant personality I've ever seen to fitting in with all the other social justice feminists of the time. She performed multiple public humiliations of me until I ruminated on this for a while and decided the best thing for me was to be all alone. Eventually going by her crying she realized the mistakes she had made, but by then it was too late. I was living Cosmic beauty and intense spiritual pain. Effectively I was in the afterlife on Earth.
Going back to these other friends, nothing really stopped me at first aside from the Stormtroopers starting to roll out to attack the crumbling ruins of my Revolution. As my special post about Julia showed, some had already fully imbibed the spirit of my Revolution and wanted to see it happen. When I went back on Tumblr there was some Spirit of welcomeness for me and I witnessed Tumblr posts I viewed as magical.
But nobody ever really connected the spirit with myself. It was an immaterial thing, and I was a material person facing more and more problems on a rapid basis. I could not accept social justice whatsoever, or it would completely spoil my Mission. Since people had not received me, I was completely disoriented about how they interpreted my interactions. And as malice grew towards individuals fitting my exact description, opportunities disappeared.
At first I could feel a place in the world, which proceeded into Life's Highway, which has resolved through my articles into about the most basic fifth-dimensional setting. Julia's post proceeded out of this setting. Gradually people wore away at this, like tearing through threads. I felt like I went from a community environment to empty air.
This social environment made a permanent impression on woke culture as they destroyed it, forming an essential tool of humiliation of wokesters using my hidden tactics. How could they crow about helping the poor if they personally persecuted a poor person for over 10 years? Etc. Meanwhile back then, ipgd lost her spooky personality that pointed directly towards the horror-based creative field I was trying to set up. She couldn't socially sustain it.
What they did proceeded out of spiting the cartooning tradition of the Rescuers. They refused to help me or those people I wanted to help by actualizing the Rescuers tradition, so instead they βhelpedβ ipgd and others socially detach from me. But she proceeded to become psychologically locked in obsessing over gay characters and the fictional works they're from, then disappeared from the internet. They inflicted her with a mental disability.
She needed the social culture I was forming. Instead they formed one terrible for those people I consider my friends and related people, who they needed to keep on life support with lgbtq nonsense and the lamest horror media ever. I witnessed these friends get involved with it, and gradually wither. As Andrew Hussie and Alex Hirsch became temporary icons in the shitty lgbtq+ horror media they obsessively sought to make males who fit my description look bad (again, Andrew admitted that if left to his own advices he would obsess over Jake English perpetually, amongst his other confessions) and so directly caused this social extraction to happen, proceeding from their grasping for what I was contributing to the world without actually welcoming me. Few years later they couldn't even remember what they were grasping for.
Andrew didn't even remember the horror of his comic and just babbled about kids struggling to grow up. Back then I wasn't a kid, I was a young adult trying to embark on a vibrant adulthood, but people slipped down in maturity after my great advancements were toppled.
Part of that young adulthood was my strong interest in the special girls. My /co/trolls don't understand this, they are my friends. I don't intend to have sex, I intend to augment my power with them, and my power proceeds out of my nether regions. It is the glorious emanating design of the New Earth, etc and I use it to invent time travel so I can stalk these previous versions of them from 10 years ago.
I'm entirely focused on it and I have been for 10 years. It drives my efforts. I'm not willing to accept this future, including the wokified persons who were once my friends.
And so essentially by separating me from these friends, people such as the Homestuck team caused reality to break around this special offense. A special offense which proceeds into the cosmic significance that my efforts were meant to reactivate the black domain, but these efforts were spoiled in our first timeline. There would have been a strong motivation to acquire these friends, as they would possess great creative power out of assisting in my Revolution. But that sort of thing only directly led to ipgd's involvement in Homestuck, which involved Homestuck fans and Homestuck team members themselves becoming psychologically locked in this past detached from the world, or even from such things as actually enjoying Homestuck.
Since the Underrealm weaves stories into reality their false horror presented unfortunate interactions with this process, hence it being associated with bad luck. ipgd didn't stop being someone who should be my friend, or Michelle of Ava's Demon, or a lot of other individuals, and so people became caught in the currents of these Cosmic processes.
I can't forget or forgive this βsocial extractionβ, which I felt much resentment during. Magic, myth and mysticality left the internet, to be left in a cold world of collision like a basic 3D game. The current year meme came about simply because of the incomprehensible horror provoked in many people to look at even the previous year and see how different things were, as paranormal forces lived online. The atheists thought that a world of much observation would dispel the Paranormal, the opposite was the case.
A major paranormal happening is simply ipgd. People cannot address these stories because they explain too much. I focus on her mainly because there's not enough substance to talking about these other friends. When the Lord of Shadows deploys, he will assist me in exploring these other friends. As has been happening since I retreated into my spiritual visions.
As I use cultural change powers to wreak havoc upon quite a lot of communities, it all goes back to this, spoiling the life of an awkward 22 year old who couldn't address the fact that God-level entities were making themselves understood to him yet.
12 days, pretty good