I don’t have research studies or sources on this, forgive me, it’s just an idea.

nobody ever died from an idea.

it could be as simple as:

reproducing with people who have the same RH factor and “blood type.”

I have discordant parents, was an RHOGAM baby with jaundice , and pretty much a genetic dead end and/or a lifelong consumer of the medical industry.

im not against race mixing and I hate to refer to the charged term of “ miscegenation.”

but every once in awhile the Bible said things for a reason : avoid shellfish, bad things happen when you fornicate, have sex outside your marriage, and they were right about tattoos:

Im not a holy roller here but sometimes im like, uhh. So they were right and this is scientifically and medically substantiated …

and then here’s John like “they’ll demand you get the mark or be excluded from commerce and if you take it, you die.”

and like those other things, hey if your ancestors wrote a book and said. Don’t do this shit or you die… I don’t know man. At least ask why.

I hate the term “miscegenate” but we didn’t even know what blood types were 1500 years ago okay, we didn’t have a lot to work with here.

Other than what people observed when someone married outside their clan or race ..

if we can’t see past someone’s skin color today, why would our history be different?

Im hoping there’s a kinder answer. Like RH and blood type.

the gays have a term: “serosorting”

when you’re “hiv” positive, some just prefer a positive partner , and wouldn’t wish it on anyone.

”serosorting” in context of RH factor and blood type could work for you too.

I don’t mean relationships or marriage. You do you. Go be in love, share your life with them.

but there might be something to this if you’re wanting to have kids.

speaking of screwed up biology:

im tripping balls over here , I’ve had office paper white skin my whole life , my sweat glands never worked until now, I never needed deodorant .. oh boy they sure do now.

but im kinda slightly olive skinned now and the f**ked up thing about that is I had a premonition of that in one of my weird dreams, trips through spacetime …

.. there was one where I had a friend. Jason, tending to me because I had some kinda issue I guess , and he was just saying “no I don’t know what’s wrong with him he just gets like this” and I guess I was “5 years sober” and a member of some aa group. it was another one of those incidents where there was a huge EMP dome that blew over town and everything looked like it was on fire again.

argon… argon …

I dont know if this was my boyfriend (hah yeah right) or what he was doing in my house, but somebody said I was an undercover us Marshall.

I kinda glitched out after this and was subdued by some nice men with great big batons who had me walk backwards and re enact something backwards for some reason, it was going to fuck up the timeline if we didn’t do it in reverse..

a mirror fell off my bathroom wall and shattered on the floor, and I was just like oh Jesus, could you get any more stereotypical Alice in wonder programming …

and here I am on this side of it again.

I took it pretty well, but I think the most incredulous fact about that little trip in my head was “okay, fine, I guess, but biiiiitch I am NOT going back to AA, or the United States, ever.”

The overriding feeling was “who the fuck are you and why do I look like this.”

And that’s how I look now. roughly four years later from my perspective.

And fuck you anyway, you left me in this world in pieces... and absolutely GAGGED me everywhere …..

I dont know what they did in the pizza parlor.

I either literally had/have a twin brother on the Dead Planet or they did something very weird to me with a mirror.

And then had a “capgras delusion” (according to the DSMV book of jewish fairy tales) that my mom had been swapped out for someone else.

I have no idea what the fuck is wrong with those people, I think theyre clowns.

Eh bien, continuons.

Sorry for the rambling, I’m starting to remember things I was not able to.

And yeah, that’s one of them, they sure DO something to kids in pizzerias…

…….. and I think it might be even weirder than you think that it is ……

…….. I was one of them, which is how I got sucked into “conspiracy theories” and the so called alt-right around 2016 or so. Like okay, there’s something to this, one side says its real, the other side says no its not and anyone who speaks of it is a deplorable moron who will be punished for life… I didn’t like or trust the side who said that whatever happened to me didn’t happen to me.

I guess the cat favors the cupboard you panic the most over when it tries to open the door. most of that shit is a ruse, what theyre really doing in there with those kids is probably even more fucked up than either of us ready to believe.

Get those things.. the teratomas.. the eggs.. whatever.. out of your ass and just see what kind of shit a “forgetful” person starts to remember….

I’m going to leave this gem with you:

Before I even knew who PKD was or what “A Scanner Darkly” was, I recall another one of those .. fugues I guess ..

where I asked the question , “can I scramble myself?”

and there was a somewhat hesitant “yes.. you have access to do that.”

I wouldn’t have even been really interested in this idea of a “scramble suit” until I felt “something” being flung off of me like a giant heavy electrostatic sweater a couple nights ago.. and that’s when that shit suddenly started making sense.