Hi, I’ve recently been accepted for a rental in the Logan area in Queensland. I was approved to have my two cats, however, they have included a special term saying the pets must be kept outside. I’m wondering if this is enforceable?

• Section 33D of the rental agreement, subclause 2a says ‘Without limiting subclause 1B, the following conditions of the lessors approval are taken to be reasonable: if the pet is not a type of pet ordinarily kept inside - a condition requiring the pet to be kept outside at the premises’. Is a cat a pet that is ordinarily kept inside? I’d say so.
• The Logan City Council says that cats must be kept within the boundaries of the property. So they can be kept outside but must not be able to leave the property. There is nothing in place at the property to keep cats contained.

Would appreciate others thoughts. Please and thank you. ☺️
If I need to, I’ll purchase a cat enclosure for the balcony, but I hate the idea of keeping them outside at all times.

I just stumbled upon this sub and boy am I thankful to have found it. My now 3 year old was diagnosed (officially) around 5 weeks old. We knew in utero that he had a very large. SD and would need surgery within the first year of his life, but he went into heart failure much sooner than anticipated and had his open heart surgery at 5 weeks old. We were being followed by a pediatric cardiologist before he was even born and the hospital is a teaching hospital, so we had a fellow in addition to the cardiologist. Unbeknownst to me, the fellow was actually an electrophysiology major and we really lucked out. I had the baby over Christmas of 2020 so it was a shitshow to say the least. The testing didn’t get sent over when it should have and they sent this fellow to get it and he was walking back to work (the hospital I gave birth in is next to the children’s hospital) and noticed that the EKG didn’t look right. He immediately came back and taught me how to check to make sure that the baby’s heart rate wasn’t too high. FF to surgery, and the night after his surgery he went into SVT and was paced with a pace maker. This went on all week until they were able to get his med cocktail down. We were there for 3 weeks and left on Lasix, Propranolol and Flecainide.
I believe he has had two episodes since then until now, but I really don’t know because I have no way of monitoring it aside from the stethoscope. He is 3 and a half and has a speech delay, so he still can’t really tell me if something is wrong. I have done so much homework and research on WPW because even though we are at one of the best Childrens hospitals in the country, our cardiologist said it’s so rare, that he has minimal experience with it. The EP fellow he was over seeing graduated and moved back home. I wasn’t super confident in the cardiologist in regards to the WPW because he wasn’t familiar with flecainide at all, and when it came time to weight adjust the dose, he didn’t know how to do it or what to do or something, but I was also told that they do not like to put babies on Flecainide, that it is a last resort as far as meds go because it can be dangerous. So maybe that had something to do with his hesitation. The plan was to have him fully weaned off all medications by 18 months old, but each time we went back for our clinic testing, they decided it wasn’t a good idea. He has now been off all medications since Sept 2023.
Just looking for a place where people ‘get it’. It’s tough feeling like my baby could be struggling or suffering and I cant tell, or wouldn’t even know.

Good morning
I trust you are well.
I have a question and I do not mean to insult anyone so please forgive me.
I married a Muslim woman and I have noticed with the men in her house and Muslim men generally they seem to be babied by their mother and then their wives.
I noticed with my brother in law he is single 44 never married when he stayed with us the earliest I saw him get up was 2pm and he wasn’t really respectful of the routine of the house. For example he wouldn’t be home for dinner but still expect dinner cooked for him.
My son who is 30 when he stays with me he either makes sure he is home for dinner if he is not then he will let me know and get his own.
Also on one occasion my wife told me to make sure her brother had lunch ready for him. Well I told her in no uncertain terms what I thought of that idea. He can get out of bed and make his own lunch.
I was also told not to show affection towards her in front of her brother as he may be offended. By affection I mean a kiss hello or goodbye etc. I told her this is my home he doesn’t make the rules.
On one occasion when we went to pick her up from work my wife greeted her brother with a kiss but not me. I asked her why and she said her brother would be offended it is religious and cultural. I replied that everyone watching thought your brother was your husband and I was some random dude.
I have seen the same sort of thing with her nephew who is 22. They don’t seem to have a sense of responsibility and expect things done for them. Even her son expects this and I noticed he is really babied.
One other thing is that they would all speak in their native language in my lounge room whilst I was present despite the fact they all spoke English and despite the fact I pulled them up on it and explained it was rude.
Is this religious, cultural or just how they were raised.

I wanna preface my post by saying; I know this is not true for all programs, I guess I was lucky enough to find the “perfect one”. However, I’m sure there are many other residents that also have to put up with an RPD from hell.
Throughout my PGY1 I’ve been belittled, ridiculed, overworked, and taken advantage of in so many way that I’ve lost count. My RPD has taken my concerns and literally scoffed at them, on many occasions. For example: they are terrible at covering shifts and it ends up as a residents task to cover shifts on a weekly basis. I brought up that I’m staffing way more than what is listed on my contract, and have already done my yearly staffing requirement (this happened back in March), her response… “get a union rep”. This has happened on so many different occasions and scenarios that at this point they just blend.
The reason for this post is not for help getting through it. I’m just putting my head down and gonna finish this crap shoot off. I’m posting this because I want, no I NEED, to get her back. I’ve already warned off future residents, but I guess they didn’t heed the warnings, as they matched all slots in phase 1. Now the burden falls on my shoulders, what devious way can I cause disruption or burden (obviously without actual harm).
Please put any creative ideas in the comments!
Thanks.
Sincerely, A burnt out resident

Hey, guys first-time poster here. the majority of posts I've read have given out really good advice so I want to ask something also. I've had trouble with nursing school in the past because, for the most part, it feels like instructors and professors have no idea how to teach/ and sometimes straight up don't. It's very frustrating because it feels like I had to teach myself basically and I also wasn't allowed to view the test for mistakes either. based on another post apparently, this is something that happens at a lot of schools. I've left the program due to failure and debt honestly. I'm thinking of doing an ADN program for a fraction of the price so I can save on student loans. Is it worth finding another BSN program and seeing if another school is better or opting for an ADN program to save money? For reference, my loans are about 30k so far and an adn program would net me 8k in additional loans, or should i hit the nuke button and join the army?

Two species, both alike in advancement,
Spanning the vast emptiness of black space;
Expanding borders create encroachment,
Interstellar ships brings foes face to face.
Whence from their cradles the worlds issue forth
A vast pair of exploratory fleets,
Whose collisions do readily transport
A balanced wave of death whence they shall meet.
Cultural ignorance breeds the great hate,
Foreign ideas permeate all the norms,
Whereas pastimes do, the soldiers lives abate,
These trinkets have the power to transform.
That which matters not to one may save all
For its meaning may be hard to recall
false significance plastered on the wall
May yet bring peace and prosperity all.
—-------------------
The klaxons shattered the silence of the station, blaring through all of the corridors and reverberating off the bulkheads. The cacophony of sounds, as the entire crew leapt from their bunks and quickly grabbed their most prized, or irreplaceable, possessions, grew in intensity as the red lights flared in an oscillating sequence.
The crew were halfway through packing before the klaxons were punctuated by instructions: “All hands, prepare to abandon station. M’quezniok Battle Cruiser is inbound. Repeat: M’quezniok Battle Cruiser inbound. Take only what you must and make your way to the nearest escape craft.”
The drills had been effective. All hands of the terraforming station were accounted for in the various slipstream escape craft within 7 minutes of the initial detection of the inbound warship.
All possessions were secured within another 3 minutes and the small fleet of vessels were free of the atmosphere 5 minutes later. In formation they slid silently through the blackness and away from the approaching insatiable appetite of conquest.
27 hours later, the twinkling effect began at the bow of each vessel as they pierced the veil of reality and speared their way into the void between the planck lengths of spacetime.
Earth Command received them a mere 49 hours, 29 minutes, and 37 seconds after the last of the escape craft abandoned the terraforming station.
The station became another dot on the map of conquest of the M’quezniok, a line that seems to be expanding in all directions away from their homeworld much faster than the humans can build up and sort of defensive perimeter.
The M’quezniok culture lacks subtlety and nuance; it lacks empathy. It only has room for measurable strength and their measure lies in whether or not property can be taken and held. If it can, it belongs to whomever can do so… and that someone, in their eyes, should always be them. They have no mercy and eradicate all citizens of colonies that they conquer. They raze every building that cannot be readily adapted to their purposes. They devour any animals that they cannot use for brute force. They are ruthless and their culture lies entirely in the glory of the expansion of their empire, in an unsustainable need for personal edification for each military commander.
—--
The ground forces commander entered the station ahead of her troops. There were no humans here. They fled like the cowards they were, well in advance of the arrival of her ship. There was no honorable conquest to be had at this location, just the claiming of an abandoned complex. As such, since there were no spoils of individual combat for any of her crew to claim, the entire base was hers for the first-taking. None of her crew dared touch anything in a way that might suggest an interest in it for, the appearance for claiming spoils out of turn could result in punishments far greater than any rewards to be found here.
The Commander walked through the terraforming station, going through bunk after bunk, finding nothing of value and even less of military value. There were no secrets here. There were no riches here. There were… clothes, little trinkets, manuals for the equipment, nasty human food. The commander was greatly disappointed in the raid but, in order for her crew to split the meager offerings that were present, she had to take SOMETHING. So she chose a box on the floor at her feet. This room, like all the others, was a no-frills crew bunk. Like the others there was nothing of apparent value in it. So, she took the box and declared that it was the entirety of her prize. The crew cheered and vanished into the station, each one searching for anything that they might deem of value for their own trophies.
The Commander took the box and returned to her quarters where she opened it to see what personal secrets it may have, what stories of the former crew member who fled the station like a coward at her approach. She found, much to her shock and utter amazement, a vast collection of tales of superior warriors. Brave individuals who, in the times of greatest need for the human civilization, had risen to the challenges within their own society to defeat the misguided evils that sought to undermine the human way of life as it existed then and as she knew it to exist now. These stories, laid out in a bizarre format that seemed to mix a form of graphic depictions alongside the human language as text, reminded the Commander of many struggles within her own empire’s history; times when it took massive competing armies to determine which philosophy should rule their future; times when the death tolls where high and the waste of resources on putting down rebellions was tremendous. The Commander reviewed these documents left behind by the unknown crew member of the human terraforming station and pondered where these great heroes of humanity were, if not already devastating the front lines of M’quezniok fleet.
That’s when it occurred to her. The humans were giving the M’quezniok a chance to prove themselve worthy of living. They were giving the M’quezniok an opportunity to stop their conquest against the humans on their own before they unleashed their most powerful military forces. The Commander, stunned by her realization, dropped the volume of deeds and turned to her communications terminal.
“We have made a grave mistake in violating human space” she began her message. “I have uncovered a volume of histories which outline the capacity that humans have when situations exceed their tolerance. I have uncovered this box, quite by accident, as an item of abandoned loot in my most recent raid. Please review the contents, as I have put them into the end of the this transmission. Consider that all we know of humans through direct contacts is corroborated in these volumes: they always try to allow those who have wronged them to change their ways and, only when those ways are not changed, does it appear that they will unleash tremendous force to utterly defeat and destroy their foes. Note, in sample 17, that the humans in the story, after being unable to reach a peaceful accord with their opponents, wiped and entire sentient race from the cosmos to end the conflict with them. Note in samples 3, 9, and 47, that they have the mind to develop weapons that can be silently deployed among their enemies and which will only affect their enemies, causing them to die of disease whether the battle reaches them or not. Note that, in samples 5, 9, and 62, that the humans have a history of boarding enemy vessels in small numbers and converting the vessels themselves into weapons to destroy huge components of the enemy fleet. Most importantly, in all of the above examples, note that humans will often sacrifice themselves without promise of lasting glory or honor or riches to merely inflict harm on their opponents. There is no methodology of these tales that makes sense in our culture and that, we should all agree, makes the humans infinitely more dangerous than we previously expected. More than all of the previous, note that the humans have the capacity, when needed, to reveal their strongest military assets; single individuals who carry the power of an entire legion of our finest soldiers. Single fighters who can destroy warships without any equipment or weaponry. Single individuals who, according to these volumes, have the ability to turn our very minds against us if we face them in battle. As you are all aware, it has appeared that the humans have given up all efforts to defend themselves against us and the war is, essentially, over. There is no more honor or glory to be found in fighting humans. We arrive, they retreat. We arrive, they abandon what they have built. We arrive, and they fall back, taking all of their observations of us with them. As you can see from volumes 1, 6, 19, 33, 42, 54, 68, 71, and 98, this is when their greatest warriors emerge. It is my tactical advice that the abandonment of this specific box of intelligence on human culture was left as a final warning to us; a warning that, should we continue our actions against them, we will pay the consequences as they unleash their greatest technology and soldiers against us. If you agree, order all Conquestors to halt their advancement and return to the edge of our space.
—----
Humanity Space Command received the transmission. The statement of complete cessation of M’quezniok incursions and a promise that the last 79 encounters, in which humans had abandoned the facilities before the M’quezniok could even arrive to start fighting, would be surrendered peacefully, and permanently, back to human control.
The message indicated that the worlds conquered by force would be the new, permanent, boundary between the two empires and that humanity need not fear for any future incursions. The message also outlined that, should humanity absolutely require it so as to not unleash their greatest warriors in retribution, a list of worlds could be presented as negotiable assets that could be returned.
Human Space Command was baffled. Astounded, pleased, elated, even… but more than anything else, baffled. The best humanity had been able to offer was defeated in every dispute against the M’quezniok. Their individuals were faster, stronger, and harder to kill than humans. Their weapons were more powerful. Their defensive technology vastly outclassed anything humanity could throw at them. Their declaration of cessation simply made no sense and their outlines that they wished to avoid humanity unleashing their greatest warriors and technology as retribution made even less sense. But the top brass of HSC was not about to continue a war in which humanity had no hope of winning when the opposition declared they were done.
The HSC’s final conference on the subject, prior to transmitting the acceptance of the M’quezniok’s declaration, ended with a compound question: “who is this Lois Lane and why do they want her to be the liaison should we have to open negotiations?”

Hello! I'm a long-term lover of DnD, never finished a campaign as most of my DM's end up stopping halfway through or at the beginning (guess I'm unlucky!) I'm currently in a Friday night campaign that I love so I want to fill my weekend up (I work weekdays so unavailable on the days Sun-Fri). I've dabbled in Pathfinder, wanted to do a Fallout campaign, etc, wrote my own homebrew 5E campaign, and so on. I'd say I'm a moderate middle ground player who has experience and doesn't - I prefer roleplay over combat but I always add roleplay to combat for flavor. Learning everyday despite it all! I also don't mind new DM's or homebrews or any other version of DnD you feel if I seem like a good fit. I am specific on the fact it MUST be voice chat based. Camera is always welcomed too. I don't like theatre of mind, text, etc.
I am a 24 year old male, I tend to drink during sessions to open up my vibrant personality! I will say that although I do, I don't get slurry speeched and overdo it. I am very understanding to others and want to be still negligible and realistic. I love doing charismatic characters or characters who just yap, I am always respectful to my team and try to include them as much as possible (Introverts be aware !!!! Kidding, I will respect your anxiety, etc <3) I love doing things that makes sense but... don't. For example, a minotaur thief? A pacifist barbarian? A bard who sucks at music? Things like that excite me and allow me to create a unique character! Don't get me wrong though, if you want me to be a fireball spammer for your campaign.... expect the unexpected.
PS. I want to say please, do not message me about "paying for a campaign.". I respect your experience, but this is a fun game with people I want to vibe with, beyond just the campaign. This isn't World of Warcraft. Make your money! Hell yeah. Just don't message me asking if I'm "interested for only $15 a session!". Not my thing. Thank you!

Hey all, I'm a former software engineer who's getting into high school ed as an instructor. Budget would be $500-700
I have a vision of having a programmable console I could use to activate preset lighting and sound scenes and wanted to get a good idea of what products I should look into (or perhaps avoid). If I'm thinking about this the wrong way or taking an non-ideal approach then do let me know.
Here are some of the experiences I want to create, some are far out but roll with me:

• DnD-like fantasy environment with cave visuals around the classroom with the sound of rain and thunder in the background.
  
• One button press dims the lights and puts a hard spotlight on a student who's saying something interesting
  
• Playing gameshow sound effects to accent a good idea/answer
  
• Projecting stars on the walls or ceiling
  
• Simply having warmer and more welcoming whole-room lighting so we don't need to use sterile fluorescent overhead lighting.
  

Going to list my ideas for how to accomplish these below. Note that I'm not necessarily trying to do all of these at once, I just want to see what's possible.
These are needs for visual:

• Be able to illuminate a 400sqft space. Doesn't have to fill the entire room with light but whatever visual effects that get produced should be visible throughout the class
  
• Visuals are programmable/controllable over network. It's okay if it's a local network I need to setup separately but I would prefer to stay within wifi or bluetooth protocol-wise.
  

For visuals I was considering a couple different ideas:

• Network-controllable colored lights
  
• Ceiling mounted 360 projector I could use to paint the walls (e,g. project a jungle or castle environment)
  
• A desk/floowall mounted projector to throw images on the ceiling (e.g. rain clouds or sun).
  
• Programmable ceiling-mounted gimbled spotlight that can be configured to points to pre-set spots in the classroom.
  

These are my needs for Audio:

• Be able to fill a 400sqft space with audio (60-70Db max)
  
• Ideally can be mounted to a wall or perhaps some kind of rig/poll
  
• Don't want to disturb other classes with low frequencies so speakers with narrow freq response are totally fine.
  

For audio I was exploring:

• 2 speakers mounted at the front of the class
  
• 4 speaker surround at each corner
  

Needs for controls/console:

• Something I could put in a backpack and take with me
  
• Would love buttons with dynamic/digital labels
  
• It's okay if audio volume/mix controls are separate from visual controls but I'd like to be able to have a one-button press control the start and stop of simultaneous visual and audio effects.
  

Ideas for controls/console:

• I was thinking of using a Stream Deck

Classroom info:

• Drop ceiling
  
• 400sqft rectangle
  
• No exterior facing windows
  

Hello, I'm currently an incoming freshmen in college, and have my current major listed as philosophy. With the idea to eventually work towards my PhD, and to work in academia.
My problem lies in job opprotunity. I've always been super passionate about philosophy and would love nothing more than a career in it. However, I understand that the desire for philosophy professors is slim, and would most likely never pay off my student debt from the PhD. Which has led me to research other fields I'm interested in, such as physics.. That being said, I'm possibly the worst human on the planet when it comes to anything math related.
I truthfully don't see myself in any other career or major than philosophy. Am I cooked? Would I be better off just taking my chances in fields I love but am practically terrible in?
I'm sure this post isn't uncommon, but I'm hoping I could get some guidance as I'm admittedly horrified for my future.

I thought of this webseries where an advanced empire tries to colonize another dimension full of medieval/tribal people.
The main faction in this dimension, The Union, is trying to fight the empire off, but at the climax of the conflict, the Empire sends a massive army to take the City of Yore, the Union's Capital and center of their culture.
This leads to a long siege as the Empire sends aircraft to rain bombs on the city causing citizens and soldiers all alike to get caught in the fire.
The Commander of the Union's Armies, Judas Wilkins sees the chaos unfold and makes a heavy choice. With options running dry, he decided to gather them around and give his plan, they would start a full cavalry charge onto the Imperial Army, they have crystal-infused armor for both the warriors and the horses meaning that only the explosives or heavy caliber weapons would hurt them. But regardless, this attack would mean suicide.
Wilkins knows his men would be hesitant and afraid to die, so he lets the plan settle in their minds before giving his speech.
"Many centuries ago, our forefathers turned this continent into a holy land
Where all people were equal, where no one was born a slave or prisoner.
For those centuries, we, the Knights of the Order and the Unionists have fought
To protect these ideals and the people who follow them. Now we must do that
If this is to be the last time, then so be it, let others know of what we did, and let the world know
That you chose to fight for your sons, daughters, husbands, and wives.
Let the world know that you fought for the ashes of your elders, the temples of your gods.
Let the world know that you stood against tyrants for the freedom of our people
Let the world know that you chose to die on your feet rather than live on your knees!
Show your enemy what the Union stands for, Show your enemy who you are
Show them your power, your courage, Show them your RAGE!"
This speech lifted the spirits of his men, which allowed them to ride into battle, they had no fear and they were ready to fight and die.
I took some inspiration from Erwin Smith's "My Soldiers Rage" speech from Attack On Titan. The idea here is that Wilkins would give out this speech to lift his army's spirits so that they could face this more advanced enemy in a fight for freedom without any fear in them.
And to be clear, Wilkins would be joining in this cavalry charge, he's not sitting back and watching, he's at the front so that his soldiers are more motivated.
What do you guys think? What exactly makes a good pre-battle speech or just speech in general

TLDR: They do, just not in the ways you might expect.
I apologize to those who were looking for an erudite, scholarly article with cited quotations from approved theosophical sources. Unfortunately, it’s only my opinion based on my studies, personal experience, and pure speculation in some instances, and without delineating which are which, so if you choose to read further, please keep that in mind. Those of us who like to study The Mahatma Letters to A.P. Sinnett, the Letters from the Masters of the Wisdom, and the letters received by Olcott in Old Diary Leaves marvel at the number of notes, messages, and sometimes long letters that were received by numerous aspiring chelas from 1873 to about 1886, filled with encouragement, wisdom, and teachings of the Ancient Wisdom doctrine. Where did these Masters go?
Those particular Mahatmas have continued to progress in their spiritual enlightenment at a pace far faster than that at which most of us are traveling. Some may not be directly associated with human spiritual development at all by now, and if they are, it is from a much greater distance, metaphorically speaking, than the distance between them and aspirants in 1880. Hume and Sinnett were told not to worry because there would always be a few replacements for the Adepts as they progressed to other assignments.
KH had to get special permission from the Mahāchohan to communicate through HPB with Sinnett, Hume, and others. It was given very reluctantly and with more restrictions as time went on. The Adepts were hoping to find one or more Europeans (including people of European descent in other countries) that could take up the work begun by HPB. They tried various potential candidates, beginning with Hume and Sinnett, and invariably they failed, one after another. In the meantime, HPB still had to furnish the specific energy she alone could supply to make communication possible between a Mahatma and those who had none of the special training she had. The two Englishmen were warned early on that if she died, her energy reserve was only enough for two or three letters, at most. As it turned out, it was only one letter that was received after she died in 1891.
It seems that training Europeans to be chelas is not as easy as training certain Asians. Per KH, “You may be, and most assuredly are, our superiors in every branch of physical knowledge; in spiritual sciences we were, are, and always will be — your Masters.” The Asian way of thinking is simply better adapted to grasping spiritual concepts. But obviously it isn't impossible for Europeans to succeed since KH also assured Hume and Sinnett that there were two English Adepts even at that time. So it is possible, just more difficult. This implies that Europeans have to work even harder to achieve the same degree of progress. Not what we wanted to hear, but still good to know.
After HPB died, communications ended abruptly. Her students were bereft. Olcott, who periodically had received direct communications, was confused. He assumed they would continue as before. Damodar, one of the few chelas who had also been able to receive direct communications, had left for Tibet about the same time Blavatsky left India forever. Olcott was convinced that Damodar would return to fill in for her, but that never happened. I realize there are theosophists who believe that communications continued after HPB’s death, but in my opinion, the quality of those messages were markedly different from the quality we find in The Mahatma Letters, so I don’t have much confidence in most of those post-Blavatsky messages.
The original experiment of training one or more European chelas to replace Blavatsky failed. All the thousands of Mahatma-hours devoted to the goal seemingly came to nought. Except that it didn’t. Even if it didn’t succeed immediately, the seeds had been planted, but it would take time for results to be realized. We have a plethora of information now on how to become a chela, but that too is a problem. How do we sift through the mountains of information available, much of it not very useful, to find those few pure nuggets of gold that will point us in the right direction? The answer is simple: discernment. Okay, maybe not that simple, since not many people seem to have developed discernment. This qualification was originally called discrimination, but I will use the term discernment since the meaning of discrimination has changed markedly in the past 100 years. How do we develop discernment?
Again, the answer is simple: Get rid of ego. Now at least we have something we can understand. The answer may be simple, but getting rid of ego is anything but simple. We have to be willing to let go of it, release our attachment to possessions, our quest for power, our love of attention, need for approval, need to be needed, need of validation, our desire for excitement and drama. That’s a lot, but it has to be done, even if it takes more than one lifetime to make it happen, but hopefully some of us started the process in previous lifetimes and are continuing to work on it currently. If anyone thought the path was going to be easy, it isn’t. If it were, it would be nothing special. Anyone with a little perseverance could gain the powers of the advanced chelas without giving up much that we cherish. The path to chelaship is not fun and exciting, certainly not for a long, long time. It is mostly pain and hardship as we give up one thing after another that we thought was so important to our happiness. The more we are attached to material things and the goals of materialism, the more arduous the ascent up the mountain of chelaship.
So far, acquiring discernment and getting rid of ego are two things we can definitely work on. What’s next? Well, purity is absolutely essential. So, becoming a vegetarian, a non-smoker, a non-drinker and not engaging in sex except within an approved form of marriage, right? Well, those will all be required at some point, and even more eventually, but they are not required in the early stages. Purity of motive is number one, then comes purity of ethics. Do we believe it’s okay to lie if it helps achieve a good result? Not according to KH. He said an untruth had never passed his lips in this lifetime and emphasized that being scrupulous in telling the truth is absolutely necessary. How can a Mahatma trust someone who is willing to lie sometimes? They can’t, and more than one aspiring chela failed because they couldn’t pass that test. Sterling ethics are essential for chelaship.
Another requirement is an unconditional love of humanity and all living things, which includes our planet. Is there anyone at all that you hate? If so, you don’t have unconditional love of humanity and don’t truly believe in Brotherhood. Without this foundational belief in Oneness, to the point that we treat everyone as a brother, regardless of their actions, then we haven’t grasped the full meaning of this concept. It’s something else we may need to work on.
Does anyone receive any communications from these Masters anymore? Yes, they do. They are the ones who have been working for more than one or two lifetimes already toward that goal. They are already ahead of most of us who are still struggling to figure out what is important and what is not. Through sheer hard work they have succeeded in developing discernment, reduction of the ego to almost nothing, non-attachment and non-reaction. Through countless hours of meditation, they have achieved oneness, to some extent, with their Higher Self, and glimmers of inspiration and insight are beginning to come through. These faint first fruits of effort eventually become a more reliable channel by which any Mahatma who may have been watching over those efforts can test the connection from time to time, by planting a thought near us to see if we recognize it, and if we do, observe what we do with it. This process can take many, many years, more than one lifetime. If we become impatient and inclined to try a faster method, not only are we doomed to failure, but it will take more than one lifetime to get back on track. Some of us have already experienced that before. The Mahatmas learned a lot from their experiment in the 1880s. One result is that they retreated back behind their curtain of secrecy and anonymity, and it isn’t hard to see why. They and their agents were assailed from all sides, by scientists, religious people, and spiritualists, but their most severe critics were their former friends that they had tried to help to gain understanding. How could they focus on working for the benefit of humanity while being attacked 24 hours a day? It will probably be a long time before they try something like that again. Nothing is out in the open now. It isn’t through large groups that they work, but their efforts are concentrated on a few individuals who work together with a few other individuals. Progress comes through very small groups, not through large organizations. Those large organizations serve a purpose too, to preserve the original teachings and make sure they remain available to the world, and to serve as a starting point for a few brave souls who are willing to make the tremendous effort required for self-transformation into an intelligent, purified, discerning instrument, willing to give up cherished but inaccurate ideas, and motivated by pure love of humanity, to be trained further after lifetimes of effort to attain that intermediate goal of becoming an accepted chela. These are they with whom they communicate.

I work on a wide range of items. Everything from small electronics all the way up to full size pick up trucks.
I am looking to purchase a bunch of new tools and have decided to go with craftsman. I am looking to purchase sequenced sets. Sockets. Wrenches. Allen Keys and many other bits. I am looking to purchase both standard and metric sizes.
For example, I would like to purchase combination wrenches all the way from 4 mm up to 36 mm. Same thing with sockets.
Most of the sets they sell have just the middle range of sizes and they tend to miss the less commonly used sizes which I need often enough to keep them on hand. These sets also have a mix of incomplete sockets, wrenches, Allen Keys, and various bits.
Is there a way to purchase a complete set of just sockets? Or, a complete set of wrenches or other sequenced tools. One tool type at a time and with the full range?
Their large mechanics sets have the largest variety and the widest range of sizes. But, I don’t need sockets in six point, 12 point, shallow, and deep. Would like to be able to purchase just a single tool type at a time.
I really hate the idea of having to purchase their large mechanics sets that have the largest range of sizes. But, I don’t need every variation of sockets in 6 point, 12 point, shallow, deep, impact, 1/4”, 3/8”, 1/2”.. Would like to be able to purchase just a single tool type at a time.
I hate the idea of having to purchase one of the larger mechanics tool sets, and then going out to purchase a bunch of missing sizes. I am looking for an easier way to do this.

Hello, I'm currently an incoming freshmen in college, and have my current major listed as philosophy. With the idea to eventually work towards my PhD, and to work in academia.
My problem lies in job opprotunity. I've always been super passionate about philosophy and would love nothing more than a career in it. However, I understand that the desire for philosophy professors is slim, and would most likely never pay off my student debt from the PhD. Which has led me to research other fields I'm interested in, such as physics.. That being said, I'm possibly the worst human on the planet when it comes to anything math related.
I truthfully don't see myself in any other career or major than philosophy. Am I cooked? Would I be better off just taking my chances in fields I love but am practically terrible in?
I'm sure this post isn't uncommon, but I'm hoping I could get some guidance as I'm admittedly horrified for my future.

Hello, I'm currently an incoming freshmen in college, and have my current major listed as philosophy. With the idea to eventually work towards my PhD, and to work in academia.
My problem lies in job opprotunity. I've always been super passionate about philosophy and would love nothing more than a career in it. However, I understand that the desire for philosophy professors is slim, and would most likely never pay off my student debt from the PhD. Which has led me to research other fields I'm interested in, such as physics.. That being said, I'm possibly the worst human on the planet when it comes to anything math related.
I truthfully don't see myself in any other career or major than philosophy. Am I cooked? Would I be better off just taking my chances in fields I love but am practically terrible in?
I'm sure this post isn't uncommon, but I'm hoping I could get some guidance as I'm admittedly horrified for my future.

sorry for the super long post and posting again, i've been such a mess and posting here has been the only thing that really helped in any way.
Mog was 11, 12 in august. He had been diagnosed with CKD two years ago when he went in for a teeth clean.
we immediatly switched him to special food kept an eye on his weight took him in for regular checks and he was doing great, he went to the vets in january and everything was good, he'd even put on a little weight. everything was normal, until it wasnt.
it was a wednesday, i noticed he was really drinking excesivly and only picking at his food. he was also getting into some strange places he'd never been interested in before, ontop of a tall cabinet, hidden on a shelf under the tv. i had started carying him to his meals as he wasn't interested in going upstairs.
that night he spent the entire evening tucked inside my dressing gown with me, untill i went to bed and i wrapped him up in my dressing gown and put him to bed on the couch.
the next morning, (thursday) he was no where to be found, MIL said he'd spent most of the very early morning curled up in one of his beds and he had gone out a little eairler, so i went out and shook his treats (usualy a foolproof way to get mog) but he didnt come running, so i kept shaking and after a few mins he came running but when he got to me he had no interest in the treats (big red flag). he gave me some headbuts and went off again, i was concerned so i went to see where he was going and he had found and lovely sunny spot in the neighbours garden and was resting happily, about an hour later (1pmish) he came home and he went stright to the shelf under the tv and curled up, not somewhere he had ever curled up before. i brought him some food and he ate but only when i gave it to him by hand and he had a big drink but he stayed where he was.
i spent that day laying on the floor next to him, stroking him, talking to him, offering him food and water every 4 hours but he stayed curled up, MIL kept an eye on him overnight (shes up long before the crack of dawn)
Friday morning he was acting a little more himself, more mobile but still trying to stay in high up places, he had some wet food and a few treats and was seeming pretty good when i had to leave for counciling.
when i came back my parther told me mog had been trying to get in some odd places, knocking books off the book shelf, not quite making jumps, as soon as my partner handed mog to me he clung to me so tight, he wrapped his little body over my shoulder and held on tight, he seemed scared and confused, i put on my dressing gown and he snuggled contently into it and thats where he stayed, he wasn't interested in food or water, in fact he barley moved, occasionaly stretching out a leg but that was all. he was inclined to have a little creamy white sauce that night from my plate.
deep down i think i knew his time was coming, but in the moment i truly had not accepted just how unwell he was getting, i just wanted him to have anything and everything he ever wanted but suddenly he didn't really want it. he slept through the rest of the night.
first thing saturday morning he wanted to be held by me, so thats what we did, i gave him some water and he had one or two bits of kibble before he was right back in my dressing gown where i could comfort and love him. however he wasnt comfortably snuggling with me, it felt like he was trying to hide, he had his head stuffed under my arm and was as flat agaist me as he could get, he was ignoring me talking to him and had to fully uncover his head to get his attention.
after a few hours and a couple of attempts with food and water without sucess i noticed he had urinated where he was but he didn't make any kind of reaction, he didnt even move, i'm unsure he even noticed. when i placed him down to change and clean him up he looked like he had woken up on another planet, barley moved just stared at his surroundings, i cleaned him up and he mustered up enough energy to try and get away from that.
as he was more awake now i gave him some water and he had a little and he also had a small amount of chicken, he was cleaning himself after when he seemed to panic, he bolted towards the kitchen window and forced his way out. i went stright outside with him where he took a few steps then started swaying, he let out this terrified cry and i caught him before he fell. the confusion in his eyes broke my heart, he didn't understand why his little body wasn't doing what it should.
i took him back inside and tried to settle him but he was adimant he wanted to be outside so i went out with him and he started licking the concrete (vet said its something to do with trying to get minerals into his system) then he slowly walked over to the bins licked the floor once more before attempting to jump up onto the bins, he didnt make it and i caught him again. this time he forced his head under my arm and tried to burrow in as deep as he could. i could feel his fear, my poor little baby was so terrified and confused and there was nothing i could do.
this was roughtly midday and for the next 3 hours thats where he satyed he only moved once to give my arm a little lick, i walked around with him, gently swaying and talking to him, crying alot because i knew something bad was happening to my baby and there was nothing i could do to help. when my partner came home i explained through tears what had happened and he called the vet for advice. they told us to bring him in a little over an hour later. i was terrified, i felt that if we went to the vet mog wouldn't be coming home but Mog still hadnt moved, i had to get their advice. i carried him to the vets in my dressing gown and he didnt react, not once, not even in the car or when we got to the vets.
he woke up in the office when i had to put him on the table. the vets reaction told me all i needed to know and i broke down again. the vet said they could hospitalise him and put him on fluids but that would likley only give him another 48 hours and i didnt want him spending his last hours alone in a cage, i couldnt do that to my baby.
he had lost 25% of his body weight in 3 months and the vet said he was ready so she wrapped him in his blanket and took him to insert a canular, he put up no resistance.
when she brought him back to me and placed him on the table i got down to his level and told him how much i loved him, he looked at me and let out a little purr before giving me a silent meow, i scratched his chin in his favorite spot and gave him so many little kisses before picking him up for the last time.
i was able to hold him untill his last breath, he was gone immediatly there was no fight left in his little body.
i can't help thinking i should've never gone to the vet that day and just held him untill he was ready to cross but i don't know if thats just because i miss him so terribly.
he was seemingly fine 4 days before, it all went downhill so fast then he was gone. i knew this day would come but i never expected it to be such a sudden decline and i have no idea if i did right by him and it haunts me.
i dont expect anyone to say anything, i just needed to put what happened out there. thanks for reading.

I have a somewhat complicated issue with a marina in California violating my dock lease, combined with discrimination issues and retaliatory eviction. I have considered writing the whole thing out here but it would be crazy long and possibly hard to follow. Instead I am asking: What government agency(County, State, Federal, etc) would start with contacting about filing a complaint? I looked and looked online but I am having a hard time determining what office would handle that because it's not like a residential lease agreement it's considered a commercial lease and it's a non-liveaboard commercial use(the marina is mixed use commercial and recreational/residential). I may post the whole account in a somewhat streamline version but I can see it creating tons more questions and possible confusion. I may be up for that a little later.... I have sought legal council but they didn't point me in the direction of any office to date. My idea is to file a formal complaint to start and go from there. Maybe FTC? Or where? I'm not 100% sure about the council I have spoken with. Maybe I should make the core of my focus on the discrimination aspect and retaliatory eviction of which there was no warning or legal process. I know....I should probably just write out the whole buts its not time yet. The main point as I said is to find the correct government offices to file complaints at first and go from there. I may also post this in another subreddit. Starting here first. Thank you.

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Weekly Thread: Project Ideas 💡

Welcome to our weekly Project Ideas thread! Whether you're a newbie looking for a first project or an expert seeking a new challenge, this is the place for you.

How it Works:

1. Suggest a Project: Comment your project idea—be it beginner-friendly or advanced.
2. Build & Share: If you complete a project, reply to the original comment, share your experience, and attach your source code.
3. Explore: Looking for ideas? Check out Al Sweigart's "The Big Book of Small Python Projects" for inspiration.

Guidelines:

• Clearly state the difficulty level.
• Provide a brief description and, if possible, outline the tech stack.
• Feel free to link to tutorials or resources that might help.

Example Submissions:

Project Idea: Chatbot

Difficulty: Intermediate
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A little back story before I begin the talking about the actual issue. I was 6 years old when I was fostered by this current family (not adopting - this means councils can intervene a bit more) there is my foster dad, mum and sister and then there's my real brother and I. We all had our issues when my brother and I were growing up. I am 17 now, and have since grown out of the stupid things that we used to do.
I had an ok childhood and I didn't see much of my sister. She only participated with my life and started wanting to make memories with me once I hit puberty. When I started my periods, the foster parents made it a big deal to start me on the pill as soon as they could. I had no issues with my periods - except holidays. But they didn't want me making an issue of going on holiday with them. So they lied to the nurse and got me on the pill., even getting me on evening primrose and starflower oil, claiming I had behavioral issues - bear in mind I was 13 when this was all happening and I wanted to have my say. And my way of getting my revenge was to deprive them of having the ability to do girly things with the second daughter who they'd never really treated as a daughter. I began to hate being a girl and hated being called a woman. So I started covering up and not allowing them to buy me stuff that might show me off or indicate that I'm a girl (I even wear jumpers in the summer).
My sister got me these books for my birthday or Christmas because they helped her through growing up into the woman she is now, and wanted me to understand what was going on with my body. I knew what was going on with my body, I just didn't care - so I started mistreating it. It got so bad that my brother actually thought I was a boy. And I told her I had no need for the books because I didn't want to know and I wouldn't be the sister she wanted me to be.
I know this sounded vain - but I genuinely thought this way and hated life itself and wouldn't talk about any of it. Not to anyone.
Onto the main story. My sister is 23 with Fragile X, and I am 17 in June. My foster sister (FS) came to college with me - I signed up before she did - I was brought round to having the idea of having her at college with me, though being pessimistic about it at first. I asked her not to tell anyone that I was a foster child because here people believe that all foster children are pure evil and should be kept away from. But on the very first day, we weren't sat there 10 minutes and she goes "yeah, she's my foster sister. My parents fostered her when she was very young" I was upset because she broke the promise she'd made me. But I ignored it because I told that it wasn't malicious and I was over reacting.
In December last year, she struck again. I had told my friends to tell me if they had an issue with me. This was because I had to deal with a psycho ex bf that almost had his way. My friends told my sister first, made them panic and told them to report me because I've done it before which is a lie, 4 weeks I had to endure of silence, insults in front of me and behind me, and door slamming. Worst of all, she told everyone, leaving no one out. So it wasnt just her and they're still being horrible and snubby towards me today. But I've grown to not care. They want to live in a world centered around her lies, then that's their own pain when they find out.

Add some fun with this, so trying it again. After a week of classes and meetings, I really need to relax for a bit, think on something, or maybe someone else.
I think one of the best features on Kik it's the dice. It's different and I think unique and with a lot of functionalities. Althought, to be honest, I just like to roll it and set some consequence (a bit like truth or dare, per example) but very open for other ideas too, just looking for a fun night.