The great gatsby audiobook chapter 2

Me and my boyfriend currently drive one car between the both of us. We are looking for another car for cheap. My boyfriend saw a 2007 Toyota Camry with 229,200 miles going for 2900$. I worry it may not be a great investment with it having so many miles on it, a lot of other people are suggesting it’s a great idea to get the car. We don’t have much info on it other than it driving good. We haven’t been able to test drive it yet and we haven’t asked about maintenance/services done to it yet. I’m a stay at home mom with 2 kids, we’re on one income and would be considered low income family. We can’t afford a car that’s going to give us more issues than not. Does anyone have advice or knowledge about this car and it’s reliability??

I'm 25M and had an unprotected vaginal intercourse with a stranger F I met online here on reddit last March 25. It was a 5 minute oral then Vaginal penetration of only around 15 seconds because we were interrupted.
Now after 1 week I started experiencing pains inside my urethra inside the head of my penis, Few days after I experienced Lymph Groin Pains and then later developed into pain in my sides and back. As if my kidneys were sore. I didnt have a fever but I felt really tired experienced diarrhea for about a week and shortness of breath too.
Fast forward to April 17, 23 days after initial exposure I got tested 4th gen Ab/Ag and came out negative. The symptoms eventually went away one by one exept the pain when urinating.
Got retested on May 16, 52 days after the initial exposure. This was a 3rd gen Abbott Bioline HIV 1/2 3.0 test, it came back negative.
After 3-5 days of my most recent test I started having rashes around my neck, it was itchy and painful to touch. But went away after few days, after the initial rash. It was replaced by small rash and looks different from the initial rash on neck and comes up one by one, it emerges with red itchy patch of skin but subsides after a couple of minutes and leaves a very small bump with either red or white center. I also experienced headache on top of my head and having a sore throat up to now. The soreness that I feel on the kidneys are back as well. And just yesterday the diarrhea went back too.
I am really confused and dont know what to do, Here are some of the questions in my mind.
Does HIV initial symptoms goes away then comes back? Are there any other std that might have the same symptoms? Is this seroconversion in any way? What might be the chances of me getting HIV if the F is infected and it was only 10 secs of penetration?
Any answer or advice is greatly appreciated

I just finished paying off my mortgage and am interested in renting out my current house when moving to a new house, hopefully in a year or two. The following is what I'd like to do to make this work. Wanted to run this by you all and see if I'm missing something significant or mistaken about anything. My current house is in good shape but built in the 80's and I'd like to install a shower in the master bathroom and do a little remodeling in the kitchen before renting it, plus a few other odds and ends. To pay for that plus a 20% down payment on a new house of around $450k, I'd like to do a home equity loan of the rental for about $140k (house is worth about $385k). If I calculate a loan of 8% interest for both the home equity loan and the mortgage of the new $450k home (minus 20% down payment), that equals a monthly payment of about $3,700. Worst case, I could pay that. Wouldn't be great, but I could cover it. I estimate I can rent my current house out for $2,700 per month so that would knock the total monthly payments down to ~$1000/month. Does that all sound good? Am I being unrealistic on the interest rates? Will I be able to use part of the home equity loan for the down payment on a new house?

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MEQ30 score: 130/150; second only to trip 2 which was 145/150.
Note that I seem to either be unusually sensitive to this stuff or I have a really psychoactive cactus
Setting
Trip 4 is set indoors, at my house in the central north island of NZ predominantly lying down on my futon in the living room, with the curtains close and blindfolded for the majority of the peak. The heat pump is on. During the trip I played nature videos on netflix (docos that feature nature scenery and places) with the sound off, and the music that was playing was a John Hopkins Psychedelic playlist, with some modifications (mainly I added ~2 hours of instrumental beatles music to cover the comeup period and about 30 minutes of Enya to the open of the peak). Music was playing on a Boom 3 speaker. I spend a large portion of the peak blindfolded with a t-shirt (although not entirely but I’d guess probably 3 out of 4 hours of the peak were closed eye.
The trip begins at night (initial dosing at 1am on Saturday May 27th). The trip duration is probably in total ~18 hours – 2 hours of comeup, peaking from 3AM to 7AM, the glow / comedown phase from 7AM to 5PM (was basically laying down most of this time, still getting gradually fading open and closed eye visuals). The sort of lights flickering at the edge of my vision and ear ringing that seems to signify the cactus fully letting me go occured around 5-6pm, after which I was able to start standing up and do a few tidy up tasks before bed. Still had that good feeling until 8pm when I drifted off to sleep.
Set
I spent the week prior to the trip (Monday to Friday) working out of town supporting emergency response work to some flooding events. Friday I drove back home arriving home around 4pm. I did some meditation and listened to relaxing music in the evening and also had some coffee to keep me up until I took the meditation. I also did some pre-trip journaling and thinking about intentions etc. Overally, probably the set was so-so – previous trips were partially preceded by week long holidays so my overall moodstate was good. I was probably slightly anxious and a little bit unsettled entering into the trip.
Flight Instructions
Essentially the classic flight instructions.
o If you see a door, open it and go through
o Trust the trajectory, follow your path
o Let go, be open, trust
o If you see a window, look through it
o If you see a demon, stand your ground and question it
o I am safe. Let go.
Preparation
I did the same tea making tec as last time, more or less. The piece of cactus was 260mm long and 90mm thick. I peeled the outer clear skin but did not remove any spines. I then cut the cactus into approx 1 inch thick pieces. A difference this time was that I separated the dark green outer skin, my theory being more surface area exposed to the water might increase extraction. I chopped all the pieces up finely into pieces, including the center and put it in the pot and added water. The first boiling lasted about 4 hours, because I added about 2 liters during the boiling process to keep it going. The second boil was a 2 hour straight boil of fresh water added to the cactus. I used a t-shirt to squeeze fluid out of the cactus pieces and a strainer to transfer the fluid through to try and get some of the gunk out. The final reduction was to boil the liquid down to about 1 cup.
The Trip
This part is a transcription mostly of notes I made during the trip. Another section will try and delve into the peak experience (what I can remember of it) although it is mostly ineffable.
12:10 AM
Working on the last te areduction now. Total boiling time will be about 6.5 hours I guess. I have set the TV up so that I can see it from where the futon is; my idea is to watch nature documentaries on mute with the music playlist plaing. I have found a black t-shirt to use as a blindfold as I plan to do a significantly more closed eye journey.
I am excited to see where the cactus takes me this time, and what I will learn about myself and the world.
I intend to change my habits. I intend to learn what she has to teach me. Kissing gaia.
I will let go and embrace the journey, and float downstream.
12:35 AM
Still doing the tea reduction. Soon! I am surprised I am not tired at this stage – I’m excited for the trip I guess 😊
12:57 AM
It begins. Final boil done. Down to one cup. I am letting it cool down.
May my journey be beautiful and may I find important lessons.
I intend to change my habits.
A re-write of the flight instructions:
If you see a door, open it and go through
If you see a window, look through it
Let go and float downstream
Let go, be open, trust the journey
Trust the trajectory, follow your path
1:01 AM
The first sip. Blech. Always tastes bitter and gross although it seems to taste worse this time. It tastes thicker and grosser than previous reductions.
1:11AM
10 minutes in. Have been sipping it slowly. Gross.
The best way out is through! I am watching Our Planet footage.
1:15 AM
Starting to feel a tingling sensation on the right side of head / brain. Stomach starting to feel rumbly and toss and turn. Feeling a mild tingling sensation in my body.
1:15 AM
Hi! Where will she take me? What will she show me? (Addendum / writers remark: Who am I saying hi to?)
1:17 AM
Starting to feel a bit ‘grounded’ in the present
1:23 AM
Lighting ringing sound and a subtle shift in noise perception. Time is slowing down. Becoming even more present in the moment.
Still sipping the tea
1:27 AM
Have one third of the tea lift. Took a big gulp. Feeling naseaus / like vomiting / queasy. Initial sensations of tingling have worn off.
Still watching Our Planet.
1:33 AM
Body high starting to kick in. Mainly in the head this time. Edge lights at the edge of my vision starting.
1:41 AM
I am letting go. Some extra colour / deeper texture already.
1:44 AM
Feeling queasy!! Happy! 😊
1:43 AM
Don’t worry. Time is stopping
1:47 AM
Talking faster when I am reading through my intentions
Feeling good
Perception shift in visual effects and sound, time slowing down.
1:50 AM
She says lay down.
Door is opening.
(There is a sketch of a smiling face and a sun shining on the smiling face, and a sketch of a 3 dimensional door that has opened and is shimmering. )
1:52 AM
Essentially done the tea. Extremely queasy and almost vomitted. There is maybe 1/15th of it left in the cup (sludgy solids) but i can’t bring myself to drink it.
1:54 AM
Enya playing now 😊
1:58 AM
Feel the love!
2:28 AM
Music! 😊 (There is a sketch of waves)
Music = Amazing. The notes.
2:00 AM
Mega queasy now
2:27 AM
Queasy still. Wanna vomit. Time is slowing. Extra perception. Deeper colour. Slower perception (everything is slowing down). I can hear every little movement and noise the heap pump makes. Lots of sound perception.
I feel good
Intense colour depth starting.
2:38
LOVE
TIME STOPPING
BEAUTY. COLOUR. ITS COMING 😊 😊 😊 LOVE. SOON. TIME IS DISSOLVING.
2:41 AM
Taihiti on TV. 3D and 4D. The colour is deep and incredible. It is coming out of the screen. Beautiful beyond words.
Change is cood!
Colour; the blue is bluer and deeper.
2:50 AM
We are all the same. Everybody is the same. Human
3:00 AM
(Have started mostly wearing the blindfold at this point although taking it off to pee / write)
Intense closed eye visuals. Coloroful triangles and patterns; seems like glass breaking apart in my vision. Shifting to the music.
There is a door that opens and a vast staircase through it. Going in
3:09 AM
Watching a video of NZ. Beautiful. Beautiful beyond words – NZ is beauty.
3:30 AM
3:10 to 3:30 – eyes closed. My brother was here – he is here. He reached out and hugged me, I felt it, and I hugged him. We watched the TV. He asked why Enya music? I said mom then we were back in Canada with mom.
3:37 AM
My brother is here. Just two bros hanging out watching TV. He hugged me again. We have a cover – I am doing this to change my life. But really I am just hanging out with my brother.
3:47 AM
More closed eye.
The roof was gone. The floor was gone. I seemed to be in space, or somewhere else. I was laying at different angles. Not sure where I was. More hugs from My brother is here. No one knows. They don’t kneed to know. Just us hanging out.
4:00 AM
I was in another dimension. I was in a long tunnel, stretched out, infinitely long, then the tunnel snapped back to completely flat circle with me in it.
I was folding round – 8 dimensionally and rotating round inside it.
All good. My brother still there. Multi dimensional ride with 2 bros.
I folded round multi dimensionally, I turned flat, I was spread out against walls. I turned into paint and dissolved. I was in Cochrane.
Changing habits – it’s all a cover to hang out with my brother. Shhhhhhhhh.
He says he’ll tell his side he is helping me change my habits.
But we are just hanging out. LOL.
4:10 AM
I folded round on myself. Folded up. I was vertical while laying down.
4:30 AM
I was in a clockwork mind room or auditorium / theater space that contained my mind. I could see my entire mind, floating in this room. But my mind was also Gaia / the infinite love from Trip 2. I had an out of body perspective – I could see myself, standing on a ladder next to mind, with wood and other things being passed to me from my brother. I was working on fixing it. But I was out of body (no me ?). I had a birds eye perspective of the entire thing; I could see my mind, and I could see verything that was wrong with it. I could see all these doors / windows in it, with papers and images flowing out of it and scattering everywhere.
After this, I was transported into this big gear rearranging clockwork space (sort of like, the moving staircases in Harry Potter but all gears and Clock work) with pieces rearranging. The pieces were me. I spread apart and moved apart into these gears and puzzle pieces, then it put me back together (writers note, one specific thing I remember was the leg that always limps when I get really depressed / suicidal being removed and replaced with a new one). The put me back together. Different. But togetehr.
Swirly thing. I went through this swirly portal (like the rotating swirl time travel portal in Austin Powers lol). Time travel. Space travel. Back in Canada. My brother was alive. I was my brother.
Paint – I kept dissolving into paint! All spread out.
5:00 AM
We were building a ski building. Then moved into this strange Mexican space.
Paint! I turned into paint! And Nacho cheese, I turned into Nacho Cheese! LMAO!
I was back in an enormous, infinitely large clockwork room, with huge infinitely large clockwork heads and clock work men. A clockwork mansion. All imitation – the boys. Clockwork?
Time frozen (5:20AM)
5:20 AM
Mexican ski girls
Lots of mexican stuff
I was a mexican girl
6:20 AM (Time not written down but believe this was around 6 – 6:20 AM
Did I get molested or abused somehow as a child? Is that what it showed me?
I asked out loud
It seems like the answer was yes, but I can’t find the door or kick the door in to find it
Mexican girls? Playing? Was that it?
WHAT THE FUCK (this is written in enormous letters across an entire page)
Later – maybe 8 – 9 AM:
Spent several hours looking for doors and windows trying to find it. Couldn’t find it, but eventually a name drew itself with my eyes closed, out of floating glowing balls, but I couldn’t quite read it and it wouldn’t fully form. Though I think I know the name.
Nothing written from 9AM to 8PM although essentially I was just laying on the futon in bliss. Ostensibly the end of the peak and the hours after it might be described as a 'bad trip' although mescaline seems to put a pretty cozy blanket of love and happiness around things.
8 PM
Long glide and come down. Hours of intense crying, cathartic, but stressed. Laying blasted out on the futon almost till sunset. Then was able to get up and move around more from around 4-5 PM. Sad but releaxing nad healing. Spent alot of time crying and cuddling the body pillow. It’s OK. Whatever it was wasn’t my fault, I didn’t deserve it or do anything wrong. I deserves to be loved and cared for. Can learn to love myself.
Peak
Early in the peak, with my eyes closed, one of the first closed eye visuals I had at the transition from the body high / comeup to the peak was of of all of these great triangle glass shards starting to crack and break apart. It was me, breaking apart.
Early in the peak, my brother arrived. I remember thinking about him, and then I felt him reaching out to hug me – I opened my arms and we hugged. I felt the hug. I can still feel the echo of it when I’m writing this. It felt like a real hug.
The roof disappeared, and the floor disappeared, and then I was floating somewhere, in time and space, although maybe i was time and space. I kept shifting direction and position. I would be laying vertically, at an angle, sideways, up and down. Sensational.
I remember being stretched out into this infinitely long tunnel. I was in the tunnel, but I was also spread out, round the walls of the tunnel. Suddenly, the tunnel became infinitely long, as if I was being transported somewhere or going through it. Somehow the tunnel was also multi-dimensional – 8 dimensional? I wrote that down. Suddenly the tunnel snaps shut, into a completely flat circle. And I was in the circle, flat.
I remember dissolving away into paint, melting and spreading out across the floor. The paint spread out and started covering the walls of multi-dimensional spaces – like cubes and spheres and tunnels that were all folding round on themselves in multiple ways, impossible ways. I turned inside out and outside in, and I spread out and dissolved.
For awhile, we were hanging out watching the TV, watching New Zealand on TV. I told him I live in NZ now. Only we weren’t in NZ – we were somewhere else. Eternity? Canada? Floating in space? In between? We seemed to be everywhere and nowhere. It was bizarre. I said it was funny, watching video footage of NZ, while I lived in NZ, and my body was in NZ, but we were somewhere else, but we were also there in the room watching the video.
It looked so beautiful – NZ. What a beautiful place. The mountains and the valleys and the rivers and the plains multi-dimensionally coming out of the screen. The incredible depth of colour and texture. The ineffeable beauty of it all.
At some point, I turned into my brother. And I turned into a Mexican woman.
I had a discussion with my brother about how I was trying to fix myself, but that was just a cover to hang out with him. He said he would tell his side that he was helping fix me, although we were really just hanging out. After that with my eyes closed I turned into a builder on a ladder, a huge ladder, in space...or, somewhere, I don’t really know where I was. And pieces were being passed to me. My brother was a builder. I was my brother, my brother was me. I was fixing myself?
After this, I believe I ended in the vast clockwork room, which also seemed to be a giant, infinitely large spherical space or auditorium. In it I could see my mind, and I could see me on the ladder trying to fix myself. Except I was an observer floating around the space. I could see all these doors or windows in my brain, and there seemed to be images, books and papers flowing out of it and scattering everywhere (And back in? I’m not sure). My mind was being fixed? It was like I could see everything wrong with my brain. Except it wasn’t just my brain; the duality thing again. It was my brain, but it was also gaia / eternity / infinite love ( the same thing from the second trip). It seemed like I was getting close to it but not quite fully merging into it. And I was the brain and I was gaia and I was also out of body floating with a birds eye perspective.
After this, I was transported to the re-arranging clockwork big gear space, sort of like the moving staircases in Harry Potter. I dissolved apart into various pieces of clock work and machines, and the space took me apart, repaired pieces, replaced some, and then put me back together. The same, but different. Subsequently, I ended up in this enourmous, infinitely large room full of huge clockwork machine men (think like the clockwork men from Doctor Who only infiinitely large)
This sequence (the infinitely large spherical space, the clockwork big gear space and the room filled with clockwork machine men) is probably the second most incredible thing I've ever experienced in my life (only narrowly edged out by trip #2)
After this I entered the mexican place. It was quite strange – I’m not sure where the mexican comes from. It was ineffable and indescribable. All of these colours. Sort of like the colours on my blanket. Only, I was the colours. And I was the place. Then there were mountains, like the Mexican place, and me and my brother were building a ski lodge. There were these Mexican girls there. I felt heat. And red colour. I dissolved again into Nacho cheese. I feel like there is more to this part of it although I can’t remember. I believe that for an extended period I simply became light and was just drifting along (I have a sunrise alarm with a 1 hour sunrise and I seemed to dissolve into the light of that)

TLDR; My first dog is large and reactive, I've had her for 22 months and regret not returning her within the first week I got her but would feel horrible if I gave her back/rehomed and would deeply miss her. How did others decide their choice?
I (25 F) got my first dog when she was around 7 months old about 22 months ago (she is ~2 years old now). When she was younger she was very friendly with other dogs, almost overly so and her first reactivity came from being frustrated when she couldn't play/interact with other dogs. She is a German sheperd / pit mix and about 65 pounds.
It has now been over a year and a half of lots of exercises, $1000's of dollars put into training, a few bites that broke skin (two on myself, two on dogs on two separate occasions) and one apartment move due to her issues. I am currently dog sitting for my friend and his two very laid back dogs. These two dogs typically get along well with my dog, even when in my apartment. The past few days have been much more hectic than I was expecting with them staying with me. We have had 6 unprovoced attacks from my dog between the two, and I have now completely seperated for the remainder of the time.
Since separating them, and therefor taking the dogs out separately, it has truly highlighted to me the extent of her issues, how I am constantly on edge and head-on-the-swivel when we go outside, how if I don't have her training collars on we have to avoid any dogs we see, and the unpredictability of her reactions. The two dogs I'm dog sitting are very sweet, their only negative is their lack of leash manners and they don't have much training.
I have a lot of regrets and thought to return her after her first bite (which was within a week of me getting her). When I was getting a dog when I was 23 years old (at the time) I was hoping for an active, smart, and friendly pup - she is very active, and very smart, but her reactivity I think is taking its toll on me.
For anyone who made this difficult decision, what factors did you think about and how were you able to make the decision?
To give her a fair shot I want to highlight her pros and how she has elevated my life. She is very smart and it has been very fun to train her, she is goofy and has an adorable face, she is an excellent trail and running buddy (if the trail doesn't have much traffic or other dogs), she is great off leash (when in an area without other dogs), she has been a large motivator for my personal goals, she has excellent leash manners and is good in stores, has high sensitivity to the wildlife in our area and has alerted me to bears (bears, wolves, moose, elk, all in my area and she keeps me safe out on trails). I mean I have kept her for a long time because of her pro's and emotional attachemtn but I don't know if it's "worth it" to continue when I know there are other dogs that would fit my lifestyle more.

Hello, I am hoping that I'm posting this in the right place. This is the story of my dad. I will start when I was 6 yr. old since it's the earliest that I can remember.
My mom told me stories of him being abusive to her. My sister and I learned at a young age to vacate the living room if they started arguing. When I was 6-8 yrs. old, What I use to think was just my mom screaming at each other and throwing things, was actually my mom screaming while my dad threw her against the wall and hitting her. My mom has also checked him into mental institution. I remember him disowning my sister and I as kids if we dared to disagree with him. (This is my entire life.) My mom finally filed for divorce when my sister was 10 and I was 11 after he took us to a Friend's house and convinced his friend that my mom was evil, and he tried to convince us to tell Child welfare that our mom was abusive. Even telling us what to say.
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fast forward to when I was 26 and my dad popped back into my life after being a no show for all that time. He had moved into an Apartment in the same town. My sister had already gone no contact with him. I don't know why, but I tried to be friendly (perhaps I hoped that he had changed) It was pleasant until the first time he got drunk and grabbed my husband's arm so hard that he left a mark. My husband (not wanting to cause a scene in front of our daughter, who was 2yrs old) told me to just get him out. So, I managed to convince him to let me walk him home. After that we decide not to have him at the house when he had been drinking. I would always go over there. Even then I've had to call 911 more than once to have him committed for odd behavior while he was drunk. One time I called the local police and gave them his license plate number to get him pulled over so he wouldn't drive drunk. He eventually got cause and lost his license. I got a call once from some random kid using my dad's cellphone telling me that he just found my dad passed out outside a bar that had closed for the night and I had to go get him (this was at 4am and my daughter had preschool the next day) I had enough at that point I stopped talking to him for a while. I told him that he needed to get help or we couldn't be around him anymore. I pulled his same old, "You are no longer my daughter". routine and I hung up on him. he started calling me back (basically harassing me will calls and messages) saying the same thing. "don't call him, don't visit him, don't call him dad, that I was worthless and didn't deserve love". I can handle being told that I wasn't his daughter. I was used to that, but I wasn't prepared for the harassing calls. That was a first. He had pushed me to a panic attack. I eventually freaked out at threw my phone. My husband picked up the phone (still ringing) and answered it. He told him that if he called again that he was going to have him arrested, then hung up. Thankfully the called stopped. We didn't see each other again or a few years after that.
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I think it was 3-4 yrs. later one of my friends who was 2 yrs. older than me told me that she was getting married and invited me to the wedding. It turned out that she had been dating my father since a year after he and I stopped talking. She was pregnant and he asked to marry him. To say that I was unhappy is an understatement. (I didn't show up) She has tried to get he to call her mom and I refuse. Anyway, she gave birth so my half-brother and swiftly got pregnant again with my half-sister. My brother was taken by child welfare while she was pregnant with my sister. They were able to keep my sister if they singed off rights to my brother (who is now adopted) My sister is the same age as my youngest son. I only see her when her parents want something.
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Now I'm 44, my dad is 73, I have since gone minimal to no contact, though I have my dad's number. I never call him for anything. I may shoot him a text on Father's Day or his birthday that's it. I feel as if he's my stepmom's problem now. Though I keep hoping that he isn't doing to her what he did to my mom when we were kids. Every once and a great while my ex-friend and stepmom calls to ask for something, otherwise he is all about his new family. his first two daughters don't exist unless he needs something. even then, his wife is the only one who calls. I always tell her no and the call ends pretty quickly after that.
Thankfully the drama is over though. (at least for me) After experiencing what my mother went through with him. I realized what a strong woman my mom was and still is.

Employee 1: "Guys, I've got a great idea for a passive. You're going to love it. Kalan's Edict: minions get a crapload of attack speed if you haven't been hit in the last 3 seconds."
Employee 2: "Wow. Sounds powerful. Great ide..."
Employee 1: "I WASN'T FINISHED."
Employee 2: "Oh, it gets better?"
Employee 1: "No, the other thing. What is it? Oh right, worse. It gets worse."
Employee 2: "Ok well now I'm interested. Let's hear it."
Employee 1: "You know how this is an ARPG with like... tons of enemies?"
Employee 2: "Yeaaah?"
Employee 1: "And how any amount of damage will disable that passive?"
Employee 2: "Yeaaah?"
Employee 1: "What if we made it so half of the enemies in the game spawn in out of absolutely nowhere right on top of the player so small amounts of damage are literally unavoidable and the talent is disabled for large chunks of time with no player agency?"
Employee 2: "There it is. We've got a winner."

basketball is just a point every 5 seconds, its only exciting when someone misses. its almost impossible to defend against a good team. football is just throwing a ball then everyone falling on each other and then a 10 minute ad break. baseball is the best sport because every moment counts. every pitch, every swing is a real time moment of signifigance. there are less points, but every point matters. the battle between the pitcher and the batter is full of tension, and when there is a homer a base run, it means something. those moments are special, bordering on mystical and religious. its incredibly hard to hit a pitch, and when it happens everyone in the stadium erupts in a great moment of ecstacy, because something rare and difficult has taken place. nfl and nbl may be more popular, but they objectively suck as sports. baseball is a game where u can sit back and relax, drink a beer and soak in every moment. its much better than watching a point every 2 and a half seconds or a bunch of people in helmets run into each other and get brain damage

I am a working mom to 2 young children. I’m married but I’m fairly certain my husband and I will divorce. He shows no interest in me whatsoever except sexually. He spends his nights playing video games, doesn’t engage with me, hardly engages with the kids. I do all the child care even though I work full time. I don’t really have any friends because I’m always busy with my kids. Tonight I was messaging someone from work just casual talk and it was very clear I was annoying them so that was great.
I’m just sitting here crying in bed while my husband plays video games in the other room. It’s almost 10:30pm so I’ll probably go to sleep just to wake up and do it all again. Take the kids to the farmers market alone because husband will sleep in from staying up late. And if I wake him he’s just miserable so it’s not worth it.
I love my children. They keep me going. But outside of them I am so incredibly lonely. I have a great job, a nice house, beautiful wonderful children, but I am so sad and lonely. That’s all.

I just purchased a Genesis II E-335 from Costco due to the great in-store price. I had also done some research as I've really wanted a grill that's ~1/2 griddle and 1/2 grill. I saw that purchasing the crafted frame kit + the carbon steel griddle would get me what I wanted, so I purchased those items. I did not realize that I also had to purchase the Weber crafted grates as well to replace my perfectly good, brand new grates... this brings the total cost of the griddle to about $310 total between all 3 parts. I thought the stock grates were compatible. Is there any way to obtain just the left, smaller crafted grill grate to save some $? I intend on leaving the griddle in most of the time, so I would happily switch back to my 50/50 standard grates to save some $. It seems so wasteful, they should ship the base grill with the 60/40 or 70/30 grates.
Or, if not, are there any 3rd party solutions that are recommended that would get me 50/50 or 70/30 grill/griddle that is not cast iron (I hate cleaning and maintaining cast iron)? I don't really like the idea of the ones that sit on top of the existing grates like the little griddle.
Thanks!

MEQ30 score: 130/150; second only to trip 2 which was 145/150.
Note that I seem to either be unusually sensitive to this stuff or I have a really psychoactive cactus
Setting
Trip 4 is set indoors, at my house in the central north island of NZ predominantly lying down on my futon in the living room, with the curtains close and blindfolded for the majority of the peak. The heat pump is on. During the trip I played nature videos on netflix (docos that feature nature scenery and places) with the sound off, and the music that was playing was a John Hopkins Psychedelic playlist, with some modifications (mainly I added ~2 hours of instrumental beatles music to cover the comeup period and about 30 minutes of Enya to the open of the peak). Music was playing on a Boom 3 speaker. I spend a large portion of the peak blindfolded with a t-shirt (although not entirely but I’d guess probably 3 out of 4 hours of the peak were closed eye.
The trip begins at night (initial dosing at 1am on Saturday May 27th). The trip duration is probably in total ~18 hours – 2 hours of comeup, peaking from 3AM to 7AM, the glow / comedown phase from 7AM to 5PM (was basically laying down most of this time, still getting gradually fading open and closed eye visuals). The sort of lights flickering at the edge of my vision and ear ringing that seems to signify the cactus fully letting me go occured around 5-6pm, after which I was able to start standing up and do a few tidy up tasks before bed. Still had that good feeling until 8pm when I drifted off to sleep.
Set
I spent the week prior to the trip (Monday to Friday) working out of town supporting emergency response work to some flooding events. Friday I drove back home arriving home around 4pm. I did some meditation and listened to relaxing music in the evening and also had some coffee to keep me up until I took the meditation. I also did some pre-trip journaling and thinking about intentions etc. Overally, probably the set was so-so – previous trips were partially preceded by week long holidays so my overall moodstate was good. I was probably slightly anxious and a little bit unsettled entering into the trip.
Flight Instructions
Essentially the classic flight instructions.
o If you see a door, open it and go through
o Trust the trajectory, follow your path
o Let go, be open, trust
o If you see a window, look through it
o If you see a demon, stand your ground and question it
o I am safe. Let go.
Preparation
I did the same tea making tec as last time, more or less. The piece of cactus was 260mm long and 90mm thick. I peeled the outer clear skin but did not remove any spines. I then cut the cactus into approx 1 inch thick pieces. A difference this time was that I separated the dark green outer skin, my theory being more surface area exposed to the water might increase extraction. I chopped all the pieces up finely into pieces, including the center and put it in the pot and added water. The first boiling lasted about 4 hours, because I added about 2 liters during the boiling process to keep it going. The second boil was a 2 hour straight boil of fresh water added to the cactus. I used a t-shirt to squeeze fluid out of the cactus pieces and a strainer to transfer the fluid through to try and get some of the gunk out. The final reduction was to boil the liquid down to about 1 cup.
The Trip
This part is a transcription mostly of notes I made during the trip. Another section will try and delve into the peak experience (what I can remember of it) although it is mostly ineffable.
12:10 AM
Working on the last te areduction now. Total boiling time will be about 6.5 hours I guess. I have set the TV up so that I can see it from where the futon is; my idea is to watch nature documentaries on mute with the music playlist plaing. I have found a black t-shirt to use as a blindfold as I plan to do a significantly more closed eye journey.
I am excited to see where the cactus takes me this time, and what I will learn about myself and the world.
I intend to change my habits. I intend to learn what she has to teach me. Kissing gaia.
I will let go and embrace the journey, and float downstream.
12:35 AM
Still doing the tea reduction. Soon! I am surprised I am not tired at this stage – I’m excited for the trip I guess 😊
12:57 AM
It begins. Final boil done. Down to one cup. I am letting it cool down.
May my journey be beautiful and may I find important lessons.
I intend to change my habits.
A re-write of the flight instructions:
If you see a door, open it and go through
If you see a window, look through it
Let go and float downstream
Let go, be open, trust the journey
Trust the trajectory, follow your path
1:01 AM
The first sip. Blech. Always tastes bitter and gross although it seems to taste worse this time. It tastes thicker and grosser than previous reductions.
1:11AM
10 minutes in. Have been sipping it slowly. Gross.
The best way out is through! I am watching Our Planet footage.
1:15 AM
Starting to feel a tingling sensation on the right side of head / brain. Stomach starting to feel rumbly and toss and turn. Feeling a mild tingling sensation in my body.
1:15 AM
Hi! Where will she take me? What will she show me? (Addendum / writers remark: Who am I saying hi to?)
1:17 AM
Starting to feel a bit ‘grounded’ in the present
1:23 AM
Lighting ringing sound and a subtle shift in noise perception. Time is slowing down. Becoming even more present in the moment.
Still sipping the tea
1:27 AM
Have one third of the tea lift. Took a big gulp. Feeling naseaus / like vomiting / queasy. Initial sensations of tingling have worn off.
Still watching Our Planet.
1:33 AM
Body high starting to kick in. Mainly in the head this time. Edge lights at the edge of my vision starting.
1:41 AM
I am letting go. Some extra colour / deeper texture already.
1:44 AM
Feeling queasy!! Happy! 😊
1:43 AM
Don’t worry. Time is stopping
1:47 AM
Talking faster when I am reading through my intentions
Feeling good
Perception shift in visual effects and sound, time slowing down.
1:50 AM
She says lay down.
Door is opening.
(There is a sketch of a smiling face and a sun shining on the smiling face, and a sketch of a 3 dimensional door that has opened and is shimmering. )
1:52 AM
Essentially done the tea. Extremely queasy and almost vomitted. There is maybe 1/15th of it left in the cup (sludgy solids) but i can’t bring myself to drink it.
1:54 AM
Enya playing now 😊
1:58 AM
Feel the love!
2:28 AM
Music! 😊 (There is a sketch of waves)
Music = Amazing. The notes.
2:00 AM
Mega queasy now
2:27 AM
Queasy still. Wanna vomit. Time is slowing. Extra perception. Deeper colour. Slower perception (everything is slowing down). I can hear every little movement and noise the heap pump makes. Lots of sound perception.
I feel good
Intense colour depth starting.
2:38
LOVE
TIME STOPPING
BEAUTY. COLOUR. ITS COMING 😊 😊 😊 LOVE. SOON. TIME IS DISSOLVING.
2:41 AM
Taihiti on TV. 3D and 4D. The colour is deep and incredible. It is coming out of the screen. Beautiful beyond words.
Change is cood!
Colour; the blue is bluer and deeper.
2:50 AM
We are all the same. Everybody is the same. Human
3:00 AM
(Have started mostly wearing the blindfold at this point although taking it off to pee / write)
Intense closed eye visuals. Coloroful triangles and patterns; seems like glass breaking apart in my vision. Shifting to the music.
There is a door that opens and a vast staircase through it. Going in
3:09 AM
Watching a video of NZ. Beautiful. Beautiful beyond words – NZ is beauty.
3:30 AM
3:10 to 3:30 – eyes closed. My brother was here – he is here. He reached out and hugged me, I felt it, and I hugged him. We watched the TV. He asked why Enya music? I said mom then we were back in Canada with mom.
3:37 AM
My brother is here. Just two bros hanging out watching TV. He hugged me again. We have a cover – I am doing this to change my life. But really I am just hanging out with my brother.
3:47 AM
More closed eye.
The roof was gone. The floor was gone. I seemed to be in space, or somewhere else. I was laying at different angles. Not sure where I was. More hugs from My brother is here. No one knows. They don’t kneed to know. Just us hanging out.
4:00 AM
I was in another dimension. I was in a long tunnel, stretched out, infinitely long, then the tunnel snapped back to completely flat circle with me in it.
I was folding round – 8 dimensionally and rotating round inside it.
All good. My brother still there. Multi dimensional ride with 2 bros.
I folded round multi dimensionally, I turned flat, I was spread out against walls. I turned into paint and dissolved. I was in Cochrane.
Changing habits – it’s all a cover to hang out with my brother. Shhhhhhhhh.
He says he’ll tell his side he is helping me change my habits.
But we are just hanging out. LOL.
4:10 AM
I folded round on myself. Folded up. I was vertical while laying down.
4:30 AM
I was in a clockwork mind room or auditorium / theater space that contained my mind. I could see my entire mind, floating in this room. But my mind was also Gaia / the infinite love from Trip 2. I had an out of body perspective – I could see myself, standing on a ladder next to mind, with wood and other things being passed to me from my brother. I was working on fixing it. But I was out of body (no me ?). I had a birds eye perspective of the entire thing; I could see my mind, and I could see verything that was wrong with it. I could see all these doors / windows in it, with papers and images flowing out of it and scattering everywhere.
After this, I was transported into this big gear rearranging clockwork space (sort of like, the moving staircases in Harry Potter but all gears and Clock work) with pieces rearranging. The pieces were me. I spread apart and moved apart into these gears and puzzle pieces, then it put me back together (writers note, one specific thing I remember was the leg that always limps when I get really depressed / suicidal being removed and replaced with a new one). The put me back together. Different. But togetehr.
Swirly thing. I went through this swirly portal (like the rotating swirl time travel portal in Austin Powers lol). Time travel. Space travel. Back in Canada. My brother was alive. I was my brother.
Paint – I kept dissolving into paint! All spread out.
5:00 AM
We were building a ski building. Then moved into this strange Mexican space.
Paint! I turned into paint! And Nacho cheese, I turned into Nacho Cheese! LMAO!
I was back in an enormous, infinitely large clockwork room, with huge infinitely large clockwork heads and clock work men. A clockwork mansion. All imitation – the boys. Clockwork?
Time frozen (5:20AM)
5:20 AM
Mexican ski girls
Lots of mexican stuff
I was a mexican girl
6:20 AM (Time not written down but believe this was around 6 – 6:20 AM
Did I get molested or abused somehow as a child? Is that what it showed me?
I asked out loud
It seems like the answer was yes, but I can’t find the door or kick the door in to find it
Mexican girls? Playing? Was that it?
WHAT THE FUCK (this is written in enormous letters across an entire page)
Later – maybe 8 – 9 AM:
Spent several hours looking for doors and windows trying to find it. Couldn’t find it, but eventually a name drew itself with my eyes closed, out of floating glowing balls, but I couldn’t quite read it and it wouldn’t fully form. Though I think I know the name.
Nothing written from 9AM to 8PM although essentially I was just laying on the futon in bliss. Ostensibly the end of the peak and the hours after it might be described as a 'bad trip' although mescaline seems to put a pretty cozy blanket of love and happiness around things.
8 PM
Long glide and come down. Hours of intense crying, cathartic, but stressed. Laying blasted out on the futon almost till sunset. Then was able to get up and move around more from around 4-5 PM. Sad but releaxing nad healing. Spent alot of time crying and cuddling the body pillow. It’s OK. Whatever it was wasn’t my fault, I didn’t deserve it or do anything wrong. I deserves to be loved and cared for. Can learn to love myself.
Peak
Early in the peak, with my eyes closed, one of the first closed eye visuals I had at the transition from the body high / comeup to the peak was of of all of these great triangle glass shards starting to crack and break apart. It was me, breaking apart.
Early in the peak, my brother arrived. I remember thinking about him, and then I felt him reaching out to hug me – I opened my arms and we hugged. I felt the hug. I can still feel the echo of it when I’m writing this. It felt like a real hug.
The roof disappeared, and the floor disappeared, and then I was floating somewhere, in time and space, although maybe i was time and space. I kept shifting direction and position. I would be laying vertically, at an angle, sideways, up and down. Sensational.
I remember being stretched out into this infinitely long tunnel. I was in the tunnel, but I was also spread out, round the walls of the tunnel. Suddenly, the tunnel became infinitely long, as if I was being transported somewhere or going through it. Somehow the tunnel was also multi-dimensional – 8 dimensional? I wrote that down. Suddenly the tunnel snaps shut, into a completely flat circle. And I was in the circle, flat.
I remember dissolving away into paint, melting and spreading out across the floor. The paint spread out and started covering the walls of multi-dimensional spaces – like cubes and spheres and tunnels that were all folding round on themselves in multiple ways, impossible ways. I turned inside out and outside in, and I spread out and dissolved.
For awhile, we were hanging out watching the TV, watching New Zealand on TV. I told him I live in NZ now. Only we weren’t in NZ – we were somewhere else. Eternity? Canada? Floating in space? In between? We seemed to be everywhere and nowhere. It was bizarre. I said it was funny, watching video footage of NZ, while I lived in NZ, and my body was in NZ, but we were somewhere else, but we were also there in the room watching the video.
It looked so beautiful – NZ. What a beautiful place. The mountains and the valleys and the rivers and the plains multi-dimensionally coming out of the screen. The incredible depth of colour and texture. The ineffeable beauty of it all.
At some point, I turned into my brother. And I turned into a Mexican woman.
I had a discussion with my brother about how I was trying to fix myself, but that was just a cover to hang out with him. He said he would tell his side that he was helping fix me, although we were really just hanging out. After that with my eyes closed I turned into a builder on a ladder, a huge ladder, in space...or, somewhere, I don’t really know where I was. And pieces were being passed to me. My brother was a builder. I was my brother, my brother was me. I was fixing myself?
After this, I believe I ended in the vast clockwork room, which also seemed to be a giant, infinitely large spherical space or auditorium. In it I could see my mind, and I could see me on the ladder trying to fix myself. Except I was an observer floating around the space. I could see all these doors or windows in my brain, and there seemed to be images, books and papers flowing out of it and scattering everywhere (And back in? I’m not sure). My mind was being fixed? It was like I could see everything wrong with my brain. Except it wasn’t just my brain; the duality thing again. It was my brain, but it was also gaia / eternity / infinite love ( the same thing from the second trip). It seemed like I was getting close to it but not quite fully merging into it. And I was the brain and I was gaia and I was also out of body floating with a birds eye perspective.
After this, I was transported to the re-arranging clockwork big gear space, sort of like the moving staircases in Harry Potter. I dissolved apart into various pieces of clock work and machines, and the space took me apart, repaired pieces, replaced some, and then put me back together. The same, but different. Subsequently, I ended up in this enourmous, infinitely large room full of huge clockwork machine men (think like the clockwork men from Doctor Who only infiinitely large)
This sequence (the infinitely large spherical space, the clockwork big gear space and the room filled with clockwork machine men) is probably the second most incredible thing I've ever experienced in my life (only narrowly edged out by trip #2)
After this I entered the mexican place. It was quite strange – I’m not sure where the mexican comes from. It was ineffable and indescribable. All of these colours. Sort of like the colours on my blanket. Only, I was the colours. And I was the place. Then there were mountains, like the Mexican place, and me and my brother were building a ski lodge. There were these Mexican girls there. I felt heat. And red colour. I dissolved again into Nacho cheese. I feel like there is more to this part of it although I can’t remember. I believe that for an extended period I always became light and was just drifting along (I have a sunrise alarm with a 1 hour sunrise and I seemed to dissolve into the light of that)

Greetings Reddit,
I’ve resorted to coming here for advice as I am unsure where to go with my career and have some time/stability on my hands to figure things out. I’m from the Northeast US, close to Boston, and I plan on moving into Boston soon. I just graduated in May (Bachelor of Science in Biological Sciences) with summa cum laude and was originally on the path going to Physician Assistant School. I have work experience of being an EMT on my college campus for about 2.5 years, being n EKG technician at a local hospital for almost a year now, and being an Undergraduate Teaching Assistant (UTA) for Anatomy/Physiology labs. I also shadowed a surgical oncologist for about a month and observed operations and private practice.
Recently, while working in the hospital (and on the ambulance) I’ve unfortunately witnessed a handful of traumatic accidents and situations. To the point where I have nightmares. In addition, some serious health issues have been occurring in my close family members and naturally everybody wants to ask me what’s wrong and to diagnose them. Bottom line, medicine has become a source of great stress and anxiety and I simply can’t see myself doing this as a career for the rest of my life. I figured that if the only motivating reason to stay in medicine is for the money, then I should not go into it.
I have been looking into several career paths based on my degree and experience. One path involves going into an MPH (Masters of Public Health) program, working on a more administrative side of medicine, or even going into global health or epidemiology. Another path involves going into lab research or microbiology, I have found the field of environmental microbiology pretty interesting. I have yet to do deeper research on these career paths, but I was hoping someone on here with more extensive experience could provide some insight.
As for my general interests, I have a lot. I’m glad I majored in something broad like Biology, because I really enjoyed so many aspects of my courses, from plant physiology to human anatomy to even a beekeeping class I took. I also really enjoy traveling, seeing new cultures, hiking, and being outside (just to throw that in idk). My Meyers-Briggs personality type is INFJ too.
If there’s anyone on here with experience in the whole “backing out of medicine” deal, or really anyone out there with some advice on the next steps. I would greatly appreciate it!

I have this problem where I will be at my low point and want to self-improve, do well at improving for a while, then fall back into my old ways. I’ve been in this cycle for 1-2 years now and I just want to stick to being better.
My low points consist of sitting on reels for multiple hours per day, not exercising consistently (Or at all), eating unhealthy food/buying takeaway, watching porn, drinking, and doing drugs. Each one of these things will act as a catalyst to set off the others. Although drugs are the worst. It will often cause me to speedrun turning my life into shambles. I have risked my job that I really enjoy by going in high or with 0 sleep after being up all night, I become lazy, don’t do my chores, and end up becoming anxious and depressed. Although when I’m doing well I don’t crave drugs or alcohol, I will usually just have an impulse to do it and then can’t stop myself.
Then when I decide to improve myself, I go to the gym consistently, eat healthy, have a good sleep schedule, get up early and go for walks, do well at work, write in my journal, enjoy finishing chores and feel great and confident about myself. This will last for about a month then I revert.
It’s like I either get bored with self-improvement and have to self-sabotage, forget how bad my low point can be or lie to myself that I have beaten my bad habits and have the discipline to stop when really, I don’t. I fell off again a few weeks ago all because I had finished a big project at work, I was very happy with my consistency and I walked past a liquor store and the little voice in the back of my head said, “Maybe I should have a drink to celebrate”. And once I get these thoughts, I can’t convince myself not to do it. Well obviously, that thought has spiralled into a rough couple of weeks for me.
I’m at the tail end of this low point right now and I’m starting to get everything back in order. I’ve noticed that the last few times I’ve tried to fix my life, I’ve been telling myself that I’ll probably fail or do a lot of negative self-talk. This time I am going to do the opposite and not allow myself to think “well its going to happen so may as well just give in”. I’ve deleted Instagram off my phone and after one week I’ve lost the cravings for reels. I also don’t subconsciously open my phone and go straight to Instagram anymore. I’m writing in my journal again and this time I’m going to not just write in the journal but also refer back to the past few low point entries where I have described how I want to change and why.
Has anyone else experienced this and reached a point where you were able to stick to your better lifestyle? And if so, was there anything that helped you stay focused and not go back to your old ways?
Thanks in advance, sorry for the noval!

I've always loved being in the classroom but due to circumstances, I left the classroom and initially wasn't sure what to do. I did know I wanted to continue teaching and I think I may have found my niche: teaching online NOT as a TEFL teacher but continuing to teach literature and philosophy to students from all around the world. I just wanted to share this in case there were other teachers who were looking to make the jump to the independent and nomadic lifestyle--it is possible. And it doesn't have to just be TEFL. I actually make significantly more now working a lot less hours (I average about 2 hours a day) and it's been a great balance of doing what I enjoy but having the freedom to also explore. I've since been offered jobs to return to the classroom and while it is tempting, I'll ride this digital nomad wave a little longer.

Bought some used knives as a lot on a government auction site and am trying to sell some of them off to recoup my cost. As such I know NO history of the knives. This knife is MISSING THE POCKETCLIP:
Spyderco Dragonfly 2 Green FRN Knife, ZDP-189 (C28PGRE2) - $60
TIMESTAMP
Edge Condition: Edge is sharp. No visible chips seen.
Ownership: Unknown (At least Second)
Centering/Lockup: Blade centered. Upon closer inspection blade is SLIGHTLY off-center. SEE PICS. Lockup is great.
Body Condition: MISSING CLIP (see pics)
Box, papers, and accessories: NONE
Disassembled: Unknown

Hello, I am a Rays fan who had purchased tickets for June 2nd and the game was obviously rained out. Being my first time to Fenway and having flown from Tampa my girlfriend surpirsed me and purchased us both tickets for both doubleheader games tomorrow since we have to go back Monday. I am now left with tickets for Monday's game in RF box 2 row C. I purchased them for just shy 68 a piece and any return would be great as I am a grad student doing my PhD ( Girlfriend is a nurse or else this whole trip wouldnt have been possible). Any offer would be great hoping to atleast get half but once again understandable please DM if interested. I greatly thank all of yall and will say your city has been the best northern big city I have been to far outperforming New York, Philadelphia, DC, and far outdoing Baltimore.

I have about 100 friends and thanks to butterfly collecting, they're in many time zones. Unfortunately (yes, I know, didn't plan ahead) I have no way of contacting these people to coordinate cracking lucky eggs- I'd love to figure out how to maximize my own XP, as I'm sure they would also. As a result, most of them are holding gifts hostage at every level from Great Friend all the way up to Best Friend. When 1 or 2 days remain, all gift exchanges stop. I think this topic has come up in the past, but looking for suggestions how to break the deadlock while also trying to double XP. Thanks!

Hello, several months ago I signed a contract for an international teaching position. I am now having second thoughts due to questions about my ability to get a work permit approved. When I signed the contract, the school gave me no indication that I would have trouble with approval. I currently just wrapped up my third year of teaching, but with how my school calendar works and being off summers, I will only have about 2 years and 10 months of experience. This is not enough for a work permit that requires 3 years. The international school is asking me to get my HR to change my start date on a work verification letter to equal 3 years. This is obviously not possible for me to do nor do I want to fake dates. I don’t think I should have to pay a contract breakage fee if they knew my start and end dates, which were listed on my resume when I was hired.
If anyone has advice on how I should proceed that would be greatly appreciated.

Greetings fellow Kin, I'm looking for some feedback on my new list focused on my custom League, the Jotun-Erydani Combine. They're described in the codex as a Brôkhyr led League with powerful wargear, but I didn't want to just have a Ymyr copycat.
In my games I've had minimum success with my Einhyr Champion/Hearthguard so I'm swapping them out for more Beserks, which have done very well for me. It also ties into my idea of the Brôkhyr and Guilds having a strong relationship.
I've taken the Hearthkyn and the Pioneers for ObSec, Hekaton and Thunderkyn for heavy guns, and the Votannic Council for all the good buffs and WL traits.
C+C is welcome and encouraged!
 
++ Arks of Omen Detachment (Leagues of Votann) [86 PL, 3CP, 2,000pts] ++
 
+ Configuration +
 
Arks of Omen Compulsory Type: Heavy Support
 
Battle Size [6CP]: 3. Strike Force (101-200 Total PL / 1001-2000 Points)
 
Detachment Command Cost
 
Game Type: 5. Chapter Approved: Arks of Omen
 
League: Established League, Quick to Judge, Warrior Pride, Weaponsmiths
 
+ HQ +
 
Brôkhyr Forge-master [5 PL, -1CP, 115pts]: Ancestral Bearing, Brôkhyr Forge-master, Stratagem: Warlord Trait, Warlord
 
High Kâhl [6 PL, -1CP, 140pts]: A Long List, Forgewrought plasma axe, High Kâhl, Rampart crest, Stratagem: Legend of the League, Volkanite disintegrator
 
Lord Grimnyr [5 PL, -1CP, 125pts]: Ancestral Power, Fortify, Interface Echo, Lord Grimnyr, Stratagem: Legend of the League
. 2x CORV: 2x Autoch-pattern bolter
 
+ Troops +
 
Hearthkyn Warriors w/ bolters [7 PL, 180pts]
. Theyn: Autoch-pattern bolt pistol, Plasma sword
. 4x Warrior: 4x Autoch-pattern bolt pistol, 4x Autoch-pattern bolter, 4x Gravitic concussion grenades
. Warrior w/ comms array: Multiwave comms array
. Warrior w/ heavy weapon: Magna-rail rifle
. Warrior w/ heavy weapon: L7 missile launcher
. Warrior w/ medipack: Medipack
. Warrior w/ scanner: Pan spectral scanner
 
+ Elites +
 
Cthonian Beserks w/ concussion mauls [5 PL, 175pts]
. 4x Beserk: 4x Concussion maul
. Beserk with mole grenade launcher: Mole grenade launcher
 
Cthonian Beserks w/ heavy plasma axes [5 PL, 175pts]
. 4x Beserk: 4x Heavy plasma axe
. Beserk with mole grenade launcher: Mole grenade launcher
 
+ Fast Attack +
 
Hernkyn Pioneers [10 PL, 165pts]
. Pioneer w/ comms array: Multiwave comms array
. Pioneer w/ HYLas rotary cannon: HYLas rotary cannon
. Pioneer w/ scanner: Pan spectral scanner
. Pioneer w/ searchlight: Rollbar searchlight
 
Hernkyn Pioneers [10 PL, 165pts]
. Pioneer w/ comms array: Multiwave comms array
. Pioneer w/ ion beamer: Ion beamer
. Pioneer w/ scanner: Pan spectral scanner
. Pioneer w/ searchlight: Rollbar searchlight
 
+ Heavy Support +
 
Brôkhyr Thunderkyn w/ graviton blast cannons [10 PL, 210pts]
. 6x Brôkhyr Thunderkyn: 6x Graviton blast cannon
 
Brôkhyr Thunderkyn w/ SP conversion beamers [10 PL, 240pts]
. 6x Brôkhyr Thunderkyn: 6x SP conversion beamer
 
Hekaton Land Fortress [13 PL, 310pts]: Heavy magna-rail cannon, Pan spectral scanner
. 2x Two bolt cannons: 4x Bolt cannon
 
++ Total: [86 PL, 3CP, 2,000pts] ++
 
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