Enneagram measures Fixations based on unconscious wants and needs, MBTI is based on Jung which measures how the subject processes and approaches their reality. Cognitive extroversion/introversion have no direct place in the Enneagram and is just being used to conflate the Enneagram system with Jungian descriptions, Naranjo himself tried and "failed" (INTJ E7).
"Impossibile combinations because enneatype X Is too extroverted/Introverted" Who said so? "the contradictions implies that" but are there enough contradictions? or better, the real contradictions are about the extroversio/Introversion thing? "BeCaUsE a CoGnItIvElY eXtRoVeRtEd CoNtRaDiCtS ThE nAtUrE oF cOrE X", it's called dealing with absolutes and seeing only the things that dosen't fit. If that's the only "real and direct contradiction" it's not a valid excuse, since saying that enneagram Is about cognitive orientation (the direction of the dominant functioninternal or external more driven by things outsite oneself or on the inside, every person is focused on both directions, but one direction is stronger) Is kinda sus and not entirely correct, because they almost measure two different aspects of cognition, It really isn't a valid excuse. but, but enneatype X Is "inherently introverted/extroverted"🥺 yes because enneagram and mbti are directly interelated and humans are robots without any shade and 100% something and 100% something else... every enneatype has both external and internal qualities, like every normal person and in general contradiction≠ absolute/necessarily impossibile and again mbti≠jung≠enneagram; also:
E5s are defined by both their social and cognitive withdrawal into themselves and E3s are defined by their orientation to adapt to the external. I'd be skeptical too of anyone claiming to be extraverted and an (SO)5 like I'd also be skeptical of anyone claiming to be an (SP)3 without a good Je function. the issue is that we're talking about possible vs impossible, even if uncommon, it still fits into the possible category.
i have to admit that in some cases cognitive orientation can be used to say to some degree of certainty that certain combos are outright impossible, like IXFJ SO2 and IXTJ SO3 aka social climbers dosen't make sense with cognitively introverts, but the point is that other combinations often defined as impossibile (especially on pdb) because of the cognitive orientation are not at this level of weirdness. Bdw the fact that some people even dare to say "ENFP can't be SX4" Is laughable, since despite core 4 being quite withdrawn, the last book of Naranjo clarified that the subtype SX4 is very expressive and expansive; ENFP SX4 Is not only possibile, but an archetypal combination.
PS: things like the low self esteem of the E4 have nothing to do with introversion or extraversion.

Pienso que como requisito imprescindible para poder tener una vida satisfactoria, una vida donde tu tiempo sea provechoso y no llegues a pensar o sentir que todo lo que has hecho con tu tiempo es absurdo, carente de valor o importancia para ti o tu vida, es necesario darle gran importancia a los motivos para vivir y tomar estos como brújula para dirigirte al camino que te conduce a lo antes mencionado.
Primero, hay que definir qué es el concepto de "motivos para vivir". Los motivos para vivir son un conjunto de nuestros deseos, inquietudes, miedos, valores personales, relaciones y conexiones interpersonales, búsqueda del conocimiento y el aprendizaje, y otros aspectos similares. Es importante reconocer que no todos los deseos, ambiciones, preocupaciones, entre otros, son motivos para vivir. Por ejemplo, imaginemos que una persona tiene el deseo de ver una película en particular. Si bien ver una película puede ser una experiencia placentera, no es un motivo para vivir. El simple deseo de ver una película no proporciona un propósito o sentido profundo a nuestra existencia. Espero que con este ejemplo quede clara esta distinción entre meros deseos, ambiciones, entre otros, y los deseos, ambiciones, entre otros, del conjunto de los motivos para vivir.
Considero que no tiene sentido seguir viviendo una vida que detestemos, odiemos, que simplemente no nos gusta, entre otros aspectos similares, con el mero propósito de seguir perpetuando nuestra existencia. Ya que de esa manera vivimos vidas vacías, que detestamos, que no nos agradan, con el único motivo de seguir perpetuando nuestra existencia. Así que hay que preguntarnos: ¿Por qué llevar una vida que detesto, que odio, que no me agrada, solamente para poder perpetuar mi existencia, una existencia vacía, carente de propósito o sentido alguno? Si llevamos una vida así, enfrentamos graves consecuencias a lo largo de nuestra vida. La consecuencia más letal, en mi opinión, es volverse indiferente hacia uno mismo y, por ende, hacia nuestra propia vida. Si somos indiferentes ante estas cuestiones, ¿por qué debería preocuparnos nuestra salud, nuestras relaciones y conexiones interpersonales, nuestros malestares, nuestras molestias, nuestros anhelos, nuestros deseos, nuestras ambiciones, nuestro bienestar, buscar la verdad, buscar la sabiduría, ser mejores personas y llevar una vida más plena?
Para encontrar una comprensión más clara sobre esta reflexión, hay que tomar en cuenta diferentes perspectivas filosóficas:
Desde la perspectiva existencialista, podemos enfocarnos en la importancia de descubrir un propósito personal en la vida y vivir de acuerdo con ese propósito, esencialmente buscar motivos que sean auténticos y significativos para cada individuo, para evitar caer en la indiferencia hacia nuestra propia existencia.
Desde una ética del deber, podemos reflexionar sobre nuestras responsabilidades morales y nuestros compromisos con principios objetivos. En lugar de simplemente buscar el placer o evitar el sufrimiento, debemos preguntarnos si hay un deber o una obligación personal de vivir una vida coherente con lo que consideramos valioso, incluso cuando no siempre se sienta un deseo personal inmediato en esa dirección.
Abordando el hedonismo, podemos reconocer que el placer y la satisfacción pueden desempeñar un papel en nuestra búsqueda de motivos para vivir. Sin embargo, debemos tener en cuenta que la mera búsqueda del placer superficial puede ser insatisfactoria y limitada. Es importante considerar la profundidad y la autenticidad de nuestros deseos y ambiciones, buscando un equilibrio entre la gratificación inmediata y un sentido más profundo de satisfacción y propósito en la vida.
Desde una perspectiva del Epicureísmo: El epicureísmo es una corriente filosófica que enfatiza la búsqueda del placer y la ausencia de dolor como criterios para una vida buena. En el texto, se plantea la importancia de buscar motivos y deseos que nos brinden satisfacción y eviten el sentido de una vida absurda o carente de valor.
Desde una filosofía del bienestar: La filosofía del bienestar se centra en el logro de un estado de bienestar y florecimiento personal. En el texto, se menciona la importancia de preocuparse por la salud, las amistades y otros aspectos que contribuyen al bienestar y tener una vida satisfactoria.
Desde una filosofía de la autenticidad: Esta perspectiva filosófica destaca la importancia de vivir de acuerdo con nuestros valores y creencias auténticas. En el texto, se alude a la necesidad de encontrar motivos que sean auténticos y significativos para cada individuo, en lugar de simplemente seguir deseos superficiales o sociales.
Desde una filosofía del Nihilismo: Algunas de las preguntas y reflexiones planteadas en el texto pueden resonar con las preocupaciones y cuestionamientos nihilistas sobre el sentido y el valor de la vida. El nihilismo sostiene que no hay un significado inherente en la existencia humana, aunque cabe aclarar que se busca no caer en el nihilismo y superarlo porque este tiene consecuencias nefastas para el individuo, como la indiferencia hacia la propia existencia.

Buenas! ante todo buenos dias. Les queria comentar mi situación. Yo hace unos años atras (casi 3) comence a estudiar Lic. en Informática en la Universidad Nacional de Quilmes (UNQ). Comence con mucho entusiasmo, llegue a rendir 8 materias de las cuales aprobe 6. En el transcurso de la carrera estuvo la pandemia de por medio y problemas propios de la facultad, sumado a malos hábitos mios eso me hizo recursar o quedar ausente. La facultad UNQ es muy buena en informatica, un temario medio desactualizado pero con buenas bases. Su contras son el tema del coeficiente (si es alto podes anotarte a materias desde el primer dia), las pocas comisiones y cupos por comision en las materias troncales (las primeras, o llamadas "filtro") y algunos profesores que te desaprobaban el final si te faltaba un "/". Estas cosas sumado a que sufro bastante por problemas de ansiedad, me llevo a dar un paso al costado en el año 2022. Tengo ganas de volver a estudiar en la facultad y seguir por el camino que me propuse, cúal es ese camino? :

1. Primero aprender bien las bases. Por esto quiero ir a la facultad, es increible lo que te ayuda a entender el "por que?" de cada tema. Creo que dar materias como "Lógica y Programación" y "Introducción a la Programación" me hicieron entender mas fácil algunos lenguajes que se usan hoy en dia.
2. Una vez aprendi bien las bases arrancar a estudiar algun lenguaje que me sirva de puntapie para trabajar.
3. Quiero cambiar de trabajo. Hace 7 años estoy en una oficina haciendo lo mismo una y otra vez. Además el ambiente no tiene nada que ver con el mundo de la informática. Si aca hay un sector que se dedica a eso y ya hable con la gente responsable. Tendria que ponerme a ver ciertos lenguajes para hacer la entrevista.

Entonces, ¿Cuales son los incovenientes ?
-El primero que mas me preocupa es mi edad , tengo 26 años y si estudio nada mas, cuando termine sera tarde para empezar?
-El primero me lleva al segundo, bueno arranco a estudiar cursos para acelerar mas el asunto. Esto ya lo hice y me termine estresando porque era rendir 2/3 materias mas hacer un curso, muchisima carga horaria sumado a que trabajo 8 horas por dia. Lo bueno de mi trabajo es que es flexible para tomarme dias de estudio y a veces tengo tiempos muertos para poder estudiar.
-El tercero es, si sigo estudiando ¿Me conviene seguir en uni pública? siempre teniendo en cuenta los problemas que mencione en el primer parrafo. O ¿Me conviene ir a una privada? Estoy investigando y la UADE es de las que mas me convence (temario actualizado, 0 dramas para anotarse a materias,bolsa de empleo,etc)......
Pense en 3 posibles soluciones:
-Sigo estudiando en la UNQ y me banco los problemas ajenos al estudio, me recibo dentro de 6-8 años. Casi finalizando la carrera comienzo a estudiar lenguajes y buscar otro empleo.
-Sigo estudiando pero en una privada tipo UADE. Me recibo pronto y aprovecho los beneficios de la misma.
-Me preparo de manera autodidata para trabajar en el sector de informática de mi trabajo. Estudio los lenguajes y me pongo en menter empezar a trabajar de esto. Una vez que este más tranquilo sigo estudiando en la facultad.
Quiero opiniones y todos sus consejos, esto lo escribi porque es algo que hace tiempo me genera mucha preoupación.
Desde ya les agradezco si llegaron hasta acá! que tengan un buen dia o semana.
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Cada 7 y 21 de mes se creará este tema.
Bienvenidos, escritores. Aquí podrán descargar sus frustraciones al escribir y sus logros en este arduo camino.
¿Tuviste que borrar miles de palabras que no llevaban a ningún lado? ¿Tu trabajo principal no te ha dejado escribir en semanas? ¿Lograste terminar un punto en la trama que parecía insalvable?
Cuéntanos tus vivencias, pero ten en mente las siguientes reglas:

1. Lenguaje. No estamos en contra de las groserías o lenguaje florido siempre y cuando sea elegante y no dirigido a ninguna persona. Con "elegante" nos referimos a que no sea un párrafo lleno de puras groserías sin ningún objetivo claro. Hay que tener algo de clase.
2. No auto-promoción. Quizá terminaste y has publicado tu obra. ¡Genial!, sin embargo esta es una comunidad de escritura, las obras concluidas se pueden promocionar en libros siguiendo las reglas de auto-promoción de obras que encontrarás en su wiki. Puedes mencionar aquí que has terminado la obra y cómo te has sentido, pero dirige a los usuarios a tu post de libros si quieres promocionar tu obra.
3. No problemas complejos. Si deseas hablar sobre problemas técnicos en tu obra como "¿cómo puedo saber cuándo he llegado al final de mi libro?", "¿Dónde puedo conseguir información sobre el tiempo que tarda en desangrarse alguien por una herida en una arteria en la pierna?", etc., por favor crea tu propio tema con la etiqueta "duda sobre escritura", de ese modo será más visible y recibirás mejor ayuda de la comunidad.

Cualquier eventualidad no contemplada, por favor informa a los mods enviándoles un mensaje privado.

Soy una persona con esquizofrenia diagnosticada, tomo el medicamento siempre ya que lo que yo veo es algo perturbador para cualquiera, así que siempre he preferido evitarlo, claro que más de una vez se me ha pasado y no he podido evitar ver cosas en público.
Hace poco comencé a escuchar susurros, susurros que escucho con regularidad si no tomo el medicamento, pero estoy segura de que siempre que escuchaba eso ya había tomado mi medicamento. Es incluso raro que lo olvide, así que, me asuste y en cuanto pude se lo dije a mi psicóloga, me dio un medicamento que supuestamente era más fuerte.
Le dije que no veía nada, que simplemente escuchaba pequeñas voces, como si trataran de decirme algo, pero me dijo que era un síntoma de que algo no estaba bien así que debía tomarlo.
Quiero aclarar que no soy mayor de edad, tengo 17 años.
También tengo que decir que estas voces no son hostiles, no dicen cosas malas ni tratan de asustarme.
Aunque de igual forma estoy consciente que no es normal escuchar esto, realmente no me molestaba, una parte de mi vida la pasé viendo cosas inhumanas y horribles, escuchar pequeños susurros inentendibles no era tan malo.
Me tomé el medicamento y seguí normalmente, esta nueva medicación me hacía estar mas cansada y dormía alrededor de 12 horas o más.
Un sábado comencé a escuchar los mismos susurros, traté de no hacerles caso ya que estaba en la calle. De pronto esos susurros se convirtieron en gritos que me dijeron.-¡Muévete!.
Me quedé helada y cuando me di cuenta estaba a punto de saltar a una alcantarilla muy profunda que por alguna razón estaba abierta; Sentí un escalofrío pues muy probablemente hubiera muerto si no hubiera sido por la voz, traté de seguir como si nada pero era casi imposible, era la voz de una mujer, nunca le había puesto tanta atención a lo que decía pues la escuchaba aleatoriamente y cuando lo hacía trataba de pensar que pronto se callaría. Pero después de eso traté de comenzar a ponerle atención a lo que decía, pero ahora se había callado.
Pasaron unos días antes de que pudiera volver a escuchar los susurros, cuando los volví a escuchar pude oír que decía.
-Debes de tener cuidado por la noche, el camino por el que regresas a casa es muy peligroso, mejor toma el camino más largo.
Esa frase se repitió por unos 5 minutos y entonces se volvió a callar, cuando fue hora de irme a casa estaba a punto de tomar el camino de siempre, pero entonces recordé lo que me dijo la voz, le hice caso, realmente no perdía nada, lo hice y a mitad de camino escuché varias patrullas en el otro camino, vivo en la ciudad así que no se me hizo raro, pero luego escuché disparos y una ambulancia acercándose, corrí hacia mi casa muy rápido. Al otro día supe que trataron de secuestrar a una chica en ese camino, alguien había visto el crimen y llamó a la policía, la chica murió en fuego cruzado.
Se me heló la sangre, ¿Cómo era posible? al otro día tenía sesión con mi psicóloga, decidí no decirle acerca de la voz y fingir que con el medicamento había desaparecido.
Esa misma noche me quedé sola en casa, antes de dormir me hice de cenar, calenté sobras de la comida, cuando estaba regresando a mi cuarto escuché la misma voz, gritando.
-¡Regresa!.
Me quedé quieta, lo pensé un momento pero fui a la cocina de nuevo, había dejado el gas abierto, pude haber muerto si la voz no me hubiera gritado.
Esto me ha dado mucho que pensar, no sé si decirle a mi psicóloga sobre esta voz o si debería dejar que siga en mi, no estoy segura que debería hacer, igual tengo miedo de que esto de paso a que las cosas horribles que veo sin mi medicamento comiencen a salir como lo ha hecho esta voz.
Por eso escribo esto, no quiero decirle a mi psicóloga o a mi familia, sé que no dudarían en internarme, y mis amigos en la escuela no saben que tengo esta enfermedad, por eso escribo aquí.
¿Será algo bueno?.
Realmente no lo sé pero hasta ahora no me ha lastimado ni es intrusiva.
Solo espero no estarme volviendo loca.
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Esta es una historia de ficción escrita por droun7, Si te gustó te agradecería que me dieras un upvote y comentaras lo que te pareció la historia.
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También tengo una página de Facebook donde subo las historias en video, si te gusta escuchar este tipo de relatos en tu tiempo libre tal vez te guste, puedes encontrar mi página en mi perfil-Redes. Allí subo lo que escribo aquí u.u.
De igual forma si estás interesado en subir la historia a tus redes por favor deja los créditos correspondientes, puedes dejar mi perfil de reddit o bien mi página de Facebook :3.
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Muchas gracias por leer.
By:Droun7

Recuerdo aquel día en el colegio como si fuera ayer. El sol brillaba intensamente en el cielo, iluminando el patio donde todos los estudiantes se reunían durante el receso. Ese día, algo inusual sucedió, algo que despertó mi curiosidad y avivó mi espíritu aventurero.
Mientras caminaba por los pasillos del colegio, me llamó la atención una puerta entreabierta. Una puerta que, hasta ese momento, nunca había notado. Decidí adentrarme en el misterio y me adentré en un pasillo oscuro y polvoriento.
Mis pasos resonaban en el silencio, mientras exploraba aquel lugar prohibido. Al final del pasillo, una escalera de caracol se alzaba majestuosamente hacia un piso superior. Sin pensarlo dos veces, subí los escalones con cautela, emocionado por descubrir qué se ocultaba en aquel lugar.
Al llegar al último piso, me encontré con una puerta de madera antigua. Estaba entreabierta, invitándome a entrar. Mi corazón latía con fuerza mientras cruzaba el umbral y me adentraba en una habitación llena de libros y papeles desordenados.
Allí, en medio de aquel caos aparente, descubrí un diario. Con manos temblorosas, abrí sus páginas desgastadas y comencé a leer las historias y secretos que contenía. Era como si el diario me transportara a otra época, revelándome los pensamientos más íntimos y los deseos ocultos de aquellos que lo habían escrito.
Entre sus páginas, encontré una historia de amor prohibido entre dos estudiantes, envuelta en intrigas y encuentros furtivos en los pasillos del colegio. Cada palabra me sumergía más en aquel relato apasionado y peligroso.
A medida que avanzaba en la lectura, sentía cómo mi imaginación volaba y mi corazón se llenaba de emociones encontradas. Era como si aquellos personajes cobraran vida frente a mis ojos, y yo me convertía en cómplice de sus secretos más profundos.
Aquella experiencia en el colegio despertó en mí una pasión por las historias intrigantes y el deseo de explorar nuevos mundos a través de la escritura. Desde entonces, siempre he buscado ese elemento de misterio y romance en mis propias creaciones literarias, tratando de capturar la esencia de aquel día que marcó mi vida.
Así, mi amor por la escritura se convirtió en una forma de revivir aquellos momentos de intriga y emoción que descubrí en aquel colegio. Cada vez que me siento frente a una página en blanco, cierro los ojos y regreso a aquel pasillo oscuro y a aquella habitación llena de secretos, permitiendo que mi pluma me lleve a nuevos y emocionantes lugares.
Esa historia en el colegio fue el comienzo de mi camino como escritor aficionado, y siempre estaré agradecido por aquel descubrimiento que despertó mi pasión y avivó mi imaginación.
¡Y así, los secretos del pasado se convirtieron en la semilla de un futuro lleno de historias intrigantes y fascinantes!

I'm not at all saying Perry sucks as an artist I just feel with this weird purple pink chalk board like album covers are kinda cringe. When Michael did the artwork he actually went through effort to try and fit it to the style of the songs. For example, Brothers had a black dark and gloomy background, El Camino had a cool desert grunge look to it and Turn Blue had the hypnotic simple but cool twirl. Then Perrys is just a photo of the guy from the Wild Child video with the same old font. I miss Michael 😢

Este es el artículo donde cuento como crear una "Data PipeLine" para la creación de KPIs usando las tecnologías Fluentbit, Kafka, Python y Postgres entre otros. Si os gusta el tema, tenéis el vídeo de Youtube también en este enlace(Podéis ayudar al canal con likes, subs, compartiendo, etc. perdonad el spam) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3efyJxUG2Y0
Una pipeline de datos es una construcción lógica que representa un proceso dividido en fases. En nuestro caso, el proceso empezará con la ingesta de un fichero de logs real de Nginx que será publicado en una cola Kafka para ser consumido por un proceso programado en Python que guardará KPIs en una base de datos Postgres. Finalmente, utilizaremos una aplicación llamada CloudBeaver para consultar los datos y así cerrar el ciclo: Origen de datos, procesado, almacenado y uso de datos.

Infraestructura

La infraestructura necesaria para el ejemplo se compone de Zookeeper + Kafka para el envío de mensajes, Postgres como sistema de base de datos y CloudBeaver que es un cliente web para conectar con bases de datos.
Para arrancarlo usaremos el siguiente manifiesto(docker-compose.yml) de docker compose:

version: '3.5' services: zookeeper: container_name: zookeeper image: docker.io/bitnami/zookeeper:3.7 ports: - "2181:2181" environment: - ALLOW_ANONYMOUS_LOGIN=yes kafka: container_name: kafka image: docker.io/bitnami/kafka:2 ports: - "9092:9092" - "29092:29092" environment: - KAFKA_CFG_LISTENERS=PLAINTEXT://:9092,EXTERNALPLAINTEXT://:29092 - KAFKA_CFG_ADVERTISED_LISTENERS=PLAINTEXT://kafka:9092,EXTERNALPLAINTEXT://localhost:29092 - KAFKA_LISTENER_SECURITY_PROTOCOL_MAP=PLAINTEXT:PLAINTEXT,EXTERNALPLAINTEXT:PLAINTEXT - KAFKA_INTER_BROKER_LISTENER_NAME=EXTERNALPLAINTEXT - KAFKA_CFG_ZOOKEEPER_CONNECT=zookeeper:2181 - ALLOW_PLAINTEXT_LISTENER=yes depends_on: - zookeeper postgres: container_name: postgres image: postgres:11 environment: POSTGRES_USER: postgres POSTGRES_PASSWORD: postgres POSTGRES_DB: postgresdb PGDATA: /data/postgres ports: - "5432:5432" restart: unless-stopped cloudbeaver: container_name: cloudbeaver image: dbeavecloudbeaver:latest ports: - "8080:8978" 

Lo arrancamos con el comando:

docker-compose up 

Inicialización de la base de datos

Creamos un schema de base de datos y dentro una tabla para almacenar KPIs:

DROP TABLE test.kpis; CREATE SCHEMA test; CREATE TABLE test.kpis ( kpi_key VARCHAR(100) NOT NULL, kpi_value BIGINT NOT NULL, vcount INTEGER NOT NULL, PRIMARY KEY ( kpi_key, kpi_value ) ); 

La idea es tener en el campo 'kpi_key' el nombre del KPI, por ejemplo 'Peticiones por minuto'. El campo 'kpi_value' tendrá el valor del KPI, por ejemplo "el minuto 15, de la hora 10, del día 12 de Agosto de 2023" y finalmente el campo 'vcount' con el contador de peticiones, por ejemplo 24.
Se trata de una estructura de datos sencilla para almacenar KPIs(Key Performance indicator).

Datos de prueba

El fichero que hemos indexado pesaba más de 60mb., obviamente no podemos adjuntarlo, pero si que puedo poner unas líneas a modo de ejemplo(Y así podéis usarlo).

163.116.184.104 - - [23/May/2023:14:21:08 +0000] "POST /data.php?fl=1&url=https://www.albertcoronado.com/2016/07/04/configurando-un-balanceador-para-liferay-con-nginxseguridad-tlsdocke HTTP/1.1" 200 9258 "https://www.albertcoronado.com/2016/07/04/configurando-un-balanceador-para-liferay-con-nginxseguridad-tlsdocke" "Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 10.0; Win64; x64) AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, like Gecko) Chrome/113.0.0.0 Safari/537.36" "83.45.66.225" 163.116.184.104 - - [23/May/2023:14:21:08 +0000] "GET /img/lostsys.png HTTP/1.1" 200 5635 "[https://www.albertcoronado.com/2016/07/04/configurando-un-balanceador-para-liferay-con-nginxseguridad-tlsdocke](https://www.albertcoronado.com/2016/07/04/configurando-un-balanceador-para-liferay-con-nginxseguridad-tlsdocke)" "Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 10.0; Win64; x64) AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, like Gecko) Chrome/113.0.0.0 Safari/537.36" "83.45.66.225" 163.116.184.104 - - [23/May/2023:14:21:08 +0000] "GET /wp-content/uploads/2016/07/nginx-liferay-balancer.png HTTP/1.1" 200 74619 "[https://www.albertcoronado.com/2016/07/04/configurando-un-balanceador-para-liferay-con-nginxseguridad-tlsdocke](https://www.albertcoronado.com/2016/07/04/configurando-un-balanceador-para-liferay-con-nginxseguridad-tlsdocke)" "Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 10.0; Win64; x64) AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, like Gecko) Chrome/113.0.0.0 Safari/537.36" "83.45.66.225" 163.116.184.104 - - [23/May/2023:14:21:11 +0000] "GET /robots.txt HTTP/1.1" 200 92 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 10.0; Win64; x64) AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, like Gecko) Chrome/113.0.0.0 Safari/537.36" "83.45.66.225" 107.22.135.11 - - [23/May/2023:14:21:12 +0000] "GET /2016/07/04/configurando-un-balanceador-para-liferay-con-nginxseguridad-tlsdocker HTTP/1.1" 301 408 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; proximic; +[https://www.comscore.com/Web-Crawler](https://www.comscore.com/Web-Crawler))" "-" 107.22.135.11 - - [23/May/2023:14:21:12 +0000] "GET /2016/07/04/configurando-un-balanceador-para-liferay-con-nginxseguridad-tlsdocke HTTP/1.1" 200 61431 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; proximic; +[https://www.comscore.com/Web-Crawler](https://www.comscore.com/Web-Crawler))" "-" 94.237.45.203 - - [23/May/2023:14:21:12 +0000] "GET /2016/07/04/configurando-un-balanceador-para-liferay-con-nginxseguridad-tlsdocker HTTP/1.1" 301 408 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 10.0; Win64; x64) AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, like Gecko) Chrome/79.0.3945.130 Safari/537.36" "-" 

Procesar datos del fichero de logs con fluentbit

Fluent bit es una utilidad que nos permite leer, procesar y guardar datos de distintas fuentes como ficheros de logs, bases de datos, etc. En este caso lo estamos usando para leer datos del fichero de logs nginx.log y enviarlo a una cola de kafa.
En el vídeo hemos instalado fluentbit con la siguiente instruccion(En Linux):

curl https://raw.githubusercontent.com/fluent/fluent-bit/masteinstall.sh sh 

Después hemos tenido que configurar el fichero 'parser.conf' que contiene la información para parsear el contenido de nuestro fichero de logs:

[PARSER] Name nginx Format regex Regex ^(?[^ ]*) (?[^ ]*) (?[^ ]*) \[(?[^\]]*)\] "(?\S+)(?: +(?[^\"]*?)(?: +\S*)?)?" (?[^ ]*) (?[^ ]*)(?: "(?[^\"]*)" "(?[^\"]*)") Time_Key time Time_Format %d/%b/%Y:%H:%M:%S %z 

También hemos tenido que configurar el fichero 'fluent-bit.conf' que contiene la información del origen(INPUT) y destino(OUTPUT) de los datos(En este caso el origen es el fichero de logs y el destino es el kafka):

[INPUT] name tail read_from_head true exit_on_eof true path /opt/posts/data/nginx.log parser nginx [OUTPUT] Name kafka Match * Brokers 127.0.0.1:29092 Topics test 

Finalmente, podemos ejecutar fluent-bit con el siguiente comando:

/opt/fluent-bit/bin/fluent-bit -c ./fluent-bit.conf -R ./parser.conf 

Script en Python para procesar datos de una cola Kafka y almacenamiento en Postgres

Este es el script en Python que hemos usado(Que tiene estas dependencias kafka-python === 2.0.2, psycopg2 === 2.9.6):

import datetime import json import logging from kafka import KafkaConsumer import psycopg2 year_part = 1 month_part = 2 day_part = 3 hour_part = 4 minute_part = 5 def build_kpi_value( timestamp, parts ): date = str( datetime.datetime.fromtimestamp( timestamp ) ).split( " " ) dateparts = date[ 0 ].split("-") + date[ 1 ].split(":") return "".join( dateparts[0:parts] ) def store_kpi( kpi_key, kpi_value, vcount ): sql = """ INSERT INTO test.kpis(kpi_key, kpi_value, vcount) VALUES ( %s, %s, %s ) ON CONFLICT ( kpi_key, kpi_value ) DO UPDATE SET vcount = kpis.vcount + EXCLUDED.vcount; """ cur.execute( sql, (kpi_key, kpi_value, vcount) ) conn.commit() conn = psycopg2.connect( database="postgresdb", host="127.0.0.1", user="postgres", password="postgres", port="5432" ) cur = conn.cursor() consumer = KafkaConsumer( group_id='my-group', bootstrap_servers=['127.0.0.1:29092'], value_deserializer=lambda x: json.loads(x.decode("utf-8")) ) consumer.subscribe( topics = [ 'test' ] ) for msg in consumer: logging.info( "{0}".format( msg ) ) store_kpi( "REQUEST_X_MINUTE", build_kpi_value( msg.value["@timestamp"], minute_part ), 1 ) store_kpi( "REQUEST_X_HOUR", build_kpi_value( msg.value["@timestamp"], hour_part ), 1 ) store_kpi( "REQUEST_X_DAY", build_kpi_value( msg.value["@timestamp"], day_part ), 1 ) 

Este script lee cada línea del fichero de logs que recibe desde el kafka y crea tres KPIs distintos: REQUEST_X_MINUTE, REQUEST_X_HOUR, REQUEST_X_DAY.
Si os fijáis en el código, para almacenar el KPI usamos una sentencia SQL que primero intenta crear el KPI y en caso de ya existir lo actualiza(En una sola petición). Esto tiene dos ventajas muy importantes:

1. Es mucho más rápido que hacer dos peticiones, una para leer si existe ya el KPI en la base de datos y otra para ejecutar la sentencia de creación o actualizado.
2. Al no usar cálculos en memoria RAM ni necesitar ventanas para el cálculo de los KPIs puedes ver en tiempo real como van evolucionando los KPIs que todavía se están calculando. Esto es típico cuando se utilizan soluciones tipo Apache Flink o similares.
3. Es fácil escalar el sistema vía escalado vertical(Por ejemplo, poniendo cada KPI en un servidor distinto) o escalado horizontal(Por ejemplo, poniendo los minutos pares en un servidor y los impares en otro).

Consultar los datos en CloudBeaver

Cerramos el ciclo de la Data Pipeline consultando los datos vía SQL conectándonos a la URL http://127.0.0.1:8080. CloudBeaver es una herramienta que recomiendo mucho porque es muy práctica(Tiene también versión de escritorio).
En este caso no he querido matarme mucho y podmeos consultar los datos directamente con SQL pero aquí podríamos poner algún dashboard con Grafana, Superset, etc. o conectarle algun Notebook tipo Jupiter o R Studio. Eso os lo dejo a vosotros.
Espero de todo corazón que este tutorial sirva a cuanta más gente mejor. Todo comentario constructivo será super bienvenido e incluso si alguno se anima, que lo mejore con ideas: Añadir Grafana, otro tipo de KPIs, etc.

'Faze'.
At the, "Dere-Licht," Manor, upon the Steps of the Stairs, a Smoked Pipe was placed. In the very Centre of the Meeting Hall (the Room off to the Side from the Bottom of the Stairwell), there was another one, as well. Okay well, throughout the entire building... More like, a GREAT number!
Avem had them placed all throughout that Rebuilt Old Character House, and within that Glorified Mansion, there were Smoked Pipes, In and On Cupboards, Resting Upon Windowsills (with the Drapes Pulled or Left Open), upon Countertops, Hidden Inside of Bookshelves (if not Resting Upon them), of course on the Mantle, Hidden In and Around Corners.. at Every End, Above and Slightly Adjacent to Entrances, and even some, which were included upon the Tabletops...
All of these Smoking Pipes, some with Ashen Remainders in them, some only Constructed Models of, what we imagine, would have been kept for their Interest Sake, were watched by a Careful Set-Up, of Video Surveillance.
The Surveillance, Signaled Hanging Display Monitors, all throughout the House, and also at Avem's Lab in Tokyo. Some of these Monitors, were Hanging from the Ceiling, at the Walls, Facing Down and Into the Rooms. Others, in the Bedrooms, were Level with Sitting Chairs, where one might want to Sit Down and Look At Them.
They were Set Up, Primarily, To Catch Every Angle and Motion of Light or Shadow Upon or Within the Pipes. This Recording of Smoked Rememberances, took place Every Night and Day, from the Rising to the Setting of the Sun, all Throughout the Years. What were the Ashes for?
…
Granny Smith, he yelled. I'm telling you! She didn't believe him one bit. And you pretend you weren't looking for me!?...
She interrogated him fearsomely. Do you know who I am???
Do you know who I am, "Roared," Perry, back at her, bleakly. He was terrified. Though, he somehow managed to pull off a tone, which mirrored her own, with mock mavery.
Down the hall, there was a beep. Close the door, Swarma commanded, looking out through the interrogation Room's Exit. There was the sound of a, "fwoosh," and a, "click," outside of it. Nobody had been at the Exit, either to push or to pull it's heavy door, closed. There was also no telling, of where that other door might be. She took a swab and daubed Perry with it quickly, before leaving. Wait right here, she cackled, smiling a leerily-wisening old grin, as she left him to total.
What's doing this to you? shrieked Ren. June had actually been, in all fact, sobbing and in dread. Her body, becoming purple, as it was, "cast," with some thick layer of unknown chrysoform, which continued to cover her in variegating patches, no matter how much she scratched or peeled. It seemed to keep leaking out from her pores in beads, which coalesced over her skin, recombined, and matted. Heaving, she threw a chunk at the Vending Machine.
She was sitting in Emergency, having just made it through Triage. These are for you, said the Faithful and Believing, Catholic Lady Friend of Wells, who passed her some Pamphlets from the Lecture.
The Professor had stopped everything, to see to it that this kind Lady, would bring Juniper to ER, post-haste. June had brought Ren along as a Study Buddy, for Note-Taking, with a Bribe.
Initially, June went out to the Mountains, to collect Perry's belongings from the Rented Cabin. Upon arriving back in town, both she and Ren decided to Drive out to the College for a Lecture, and to Sight-See, while asking people around the Area if they had Seen or Heard from Perry. Could he be haunting her somewhere? Was there any hope?
Although... the Professor HAD, abruptly interrupted his Lecture to find one of his CPR-trained staff to escort Juniper to the nearby Hospital E.R., in the event that she might not make it there herself, and was, "Truly," facing a Medical Crisis.
The Vending Machine, went lame, and the lights in ER flickered for a moment. I'm getting creeped, said Ren. That's all!
June's problem stemmed back, from when she ate the Oatmeal, which Perry had left behind at the Cabin, while she was inside it, looking at a Newspaper and Doodling.
Some of Avem's Team, had been in the Trails previously, and Driven a Snowmobile through them, tracing Chemicals through the Snow. A or Spoken Split. It had been at just one of her Lab's Testing Zones.
Avem had caught onto Perry, first, when her Voice Exploded from a Crackling Ice Wyrm/ “i”’Sāqa-Šaqqa, in the Cabin's Fireplace.
Avem had been Writing her Vocals into the Chemical Strains of the Ice-Wyrm Constituency Potion, which she concocted in her Lab, and Spread Rumours about, then Codifying it with Automatic Cyber-Sentience Response-Forms, which took initiatives, based on Environmental Factors, and in turn, fed back Information. This Data, was made readable by her Reverse Tonic, which Tabulated it, by Codices, which had Variables in her own Mental Inter-Framing. Cog-Notes, if you will, to her own Cognition. All of, these, Variables, which entered her Consideration, let her Pry, both on Known, and Unknown, Territories. She frequently Drank her Cyber-Tonic from a Vial in her Lab, while going over Her Work.
Perry Wheeled, and Stumbled around the Room, trying to avoid the Icicle Firecrackers, which were Sounding Off whenever he Slid and/or Stepped upon them. He'd apparently been Mega-Dosed, and was now about to Learn what in the World of a Mega-Dosed, Felt Like when Under and In It.
The Wyrms were Sounding Off, in an Acoustics Array, and Perry, Bounded and Rebounded Turning Listless as the Chrysalids Exited him, and Becoming Reinterred into Motion Again, by their Sounds. He was now, well... Not Feeling Like a Perry. That and he was Done, Done, and, "Roared," out. He could No Longer even Find his Own Vocal to Bless How He Felt. Avem came back in, when the Turnabout was Over. She had Observed Perry by a Camera Hidden in the Room, which was Hooked up to her Monitors for Surveillance, as well. Turning on a Ventilation Fan, from outside, which led the Room's Air into a Separate Chamber, she had Two People, Dressed in Dark Robes, walk in, and move Perry back to his Chair, now Limp. They Swept Up, the Remaining Crystalline Deciduates, and Drains Opened, which Took the Little Bit of Liquidine Debris, Out of the Room. Perry, was now Toned.
Swarma, Placed her Hand on his Forehead, at First to Take his Temperature, and then, Mentally Calibrating his Vocal Remembrance within Herself, Uttered a Word to him, While he sat Slumped over the Chair, Catatonic. The Word.
And Therein, may be a Key... His Subconscious Mind, would most certainly Remember. She Had Uttered It, in His Very Own Vocal Tone. Why? It Rendered him Cognizant and Triggered His Mentality, as though His Own... Though, Truly?... Her Own.
Perry was allowed, with the other Time Wraiths as escort, to slowly move around the Manor and familiarize himself with it. He was being taught by them, how to remain very still for long periods of time. Many of the Time Wraiths, were flown out to the Lab down in Tokyo, to use the computers on their Night-Watch Network. The Lab there, housed her prized Hua Niu ("Black Diamond") Apple, Bonsai, kept under specialized lighting, plus numerous other artefacts. It was set up like somewhat of a Museum, with one dimly lit, humming room for computer observancy, which apart from Monitor glare, left much to the realm of the keen observer.
The 34, often formed a Large Pentagram, with two people at each of the five elemental points, two people between each elemental point encompassing, two people between each elemental point intersecting, two people in the very centre, and two people encircling round about. Underneath them, was stone masonwork in black basalt, and a large star outline, traced with gold inlay.
A chandelier hung above them, and the room had an overview of the gated entrance, where birds were often seen in trees, and light could pour in, but at night, the glass of these windows turned sheet-black to buffet them in, high enough up that none might peep.
By no commotion of ceremony, the participants would stand and hear the NicNeven recite her Canon address. The fruits her Science had yielded, sounded in the Hall, and into their collective memory, which disbanded when they did, after she read from her book.
The book, made from gene paper, was their Canon, and this... only a meeting hall. Despite its congressional form, summons were not of sell out to World Teachings. She ranked as their Science-elected, matriarch, of mental-modernity, by the facet of old typings and tyings, to, "new," teachings.
Ruminations from the fruits of her labwork, thereat would be discussed. For if nobody would have them, they most certainly would. Then, and only then, would the lines be codographed (some of the Night-Watch, were also very good hackers). They were secretly culted-over, but by few, and their practicum bore method, not mere devotion. The team were, "Nec-Will'O’Mancer"-affiliate.
An Addendum/Add-On on The Hadena/Gaudy Hadibi/Gift, Out Of Hades/Hell, by Hoodoo (Through Sinter Croft Sinchery, or, alleged Ho-Doctorate).
~ In Other Words: The Elaborately Sinched False-Label on Tobacco Smoke. ~
…
That It Came From, Túḫ-ḫa-a-iz-zi: "To Produce Smoke."
A Variant Of This Hittite Language Word (In Imperative Plural), Is, "Tuḫḫāndu."
…
Because, 'Tuh': Means to, "Pour"/"Give Birth"/"Lay Eggs"/"Touha (Which, implies, by, "Desire")," And/Or, "Tuha," https://en.m.wiktionary.org/wiki/tuh
This, As Well As, 'Tuhh': "Thousand"/"Grand"/"Tonn,” by the Proponent of Measure. https://en.m.wiktionary.org/wiki/tuhh
&
... 'Tuha': "Tuba." https://en.m.wiktionary.org/wiki/туъһа
Where, ... 'Tuba' (Malay Language): Is a, "Poison That Is Made Out Of Root." https://en.m.wiktionary.org/wiki/tuba
Plus, it’s, 'Tuba' (Malay Language), Gives "Duva (Fijian Language),"
For 'Dūbǭ' (Dutch Language): https://en.m.wiktionary.org/wiki/Reconstruction:Proto-Germanic/dūbǭ * 'Dūbǭ', Can Mean, "Dove." *
Thus, “Height.” Though, Holy Spirit (Or Prayers) still, “Intemn”/”Imprison,” you as Indebted by Material Snare (Karmic-Causal Renditions), if not off of it.
…
~ After Tuh, Which Too, Is Tuha.. And Tuha, Which With Tuhh, Is Thousand.. ~
... Kamba Language: "Andu,” for, “Mundu."
• Making, "Tuḫḫāndu."
…
The Reason Why, Is Because,
"Andu (Kamba Language)": "Mundu,"
And "Mundu (Kamba Language)": "A Man,"
When,
"Mʊ̀ntʊ̀ (Proto-Bantu Language)": "Kɪ̀ntʊ̀"/"Thing,"
And "Kɪ̀ntʊ̀"/"Thing,"
When Translated To Nyasa, Chichewa Language: "Chinthu."
This Last Addition Indicates The

• "Co."

Which Is, The, "Man," "Thing," Or, "World," Of It, So To Speak.
Which Would Be The World, If Not By Dove-Letterate.

• Jehu, Jehu, He’ish I Say too. *

Ishi (Hosea). …

• Anyhow, the Natives know it by another name. Hope you've enjoyed the Lesson!

What did you have me on? Some sort of Cerelium Slick? El, in Perry, broke out bawling. Something so licentious that I can’t tell I’m licked. HaHa.
His stupor adored him with affection, and he had a hammering affectation from it. It caused him to clout his knowing, though only briefly.
Perry came through, yamming… I’m looking back on days of Candy Cloaker Gobstoppers! You mean you literally had me erased… or, where am I?
You Hide no Burger, in Finding Fries, Perald. Daytime is where I have you.
At that, there had been an unconventional or out-of-the-norm convening, where not-an-one of all the attendants had-in, to agree, "We are Necropolitan"... Though, their greed to know, would grow.
Perry led himself back in, looking for his girlfriend, strangely feeling sold out of his nut.
…
Ironically, it was just at that point that Juniper had made it there. She too was undergoing her thought detexturing, “rinse,” that is, the opposite of any detox, after looking like a Raisin May's, “In.”
This was to be the, “Turnabout (a new Ceremony was declared by Avem’s Host in Relative-Caster Company, and held somewhat like a House Party).”
A $9,000.00 Maitland Smith Dollhouse Bar Cabinet, was off in isolated room of the newly Renovated Manor, with a load of Porcelain Dolls and cameras to watch it.
That room was off limits.
Juniper had had it in her know long afore, in dream. Now to hack Avem… oh, where?
…
"Osa," circuit of my air... How can, "I," enfold you? Swarma asked, with a vestitude, which only, behooved to surmise her, with surreptitious guiltiness of paridyllic refrain.
She, “The NicNeven,” winked meaningfully, holding an extremely rare pipe up, skyward.
The Time Wraiths all sat, in their, “F”arm-Ended Theatre apart from the once-Ballroom.
Quieting down, it was in their circle that a cast occurred, but in truth they were no relative summoners and Avem’s Mafia had elected them afresh.
That is… that as they were all a, somewhat afraid and eerily sketched out, “Fresh Crop,” yet and though, she would in fact, have them richly afforded, in Good Time.
…
Avem’s Mafia had sent the former Nec-Will’O’Mancers over to her Manor for the Renovations.
Avem, then, was Crowned, “Accorded,” and the Newly Selected Time Wraiths, could be Trained.
Avem’s Clue In, in her new Role, while in her old Manor seemed to live in it’s espies.
I mean, they must have had her drugged for the whole house to be enchanted, somehow, but the only question is who set it up, and when?
One of her clues, came from a former Nec-Will’O’Mancer silently shadow-encoaching a novice approved in the group, by his far larger boding of path had, in-the-off. She heard the man in her head as well, ruling that Smith had to explore her ties in the Mafia, through rank, a second time, and thus a later, termed-submission as a right of accession, had been officed.
She, once again (the man went over in his mind) being indoctrinated into Mafia rank, though slowly, because her freedom-release methods, were her own merital device, and she needed a longer time to work at them.
Avem, had canned herself intentionally, to stay at a head, but nobody fully knew, how it was done.
Reptilian Mind Control.
-‐-
How could that be?
Look to the Wind, and we shall ride. ~ "Phantom Riding The Whip," where one is not standing on top of a vehicle, but rather, riding over a different type of, "Whip," as a, "Phantom-Circuit." ~
"Now we admonish," they recited.
"Peace be," stated the NicNeven. She inhaled from the lit pipe.
They all, “doned,” her infuriatingness, with amicability.
Now yes, your highest love, and what’s our gift they forecried, awaiting something.
Not of in an any Dib of forgery… You will undoubtedly see. She canned.
Please don’t mess us or master us mental, Avem, one girl joked, admitting the kind dark lair WAS weird.
That's Missus, Avem relegated ghasting.
…
Now, I have here the document they stole it from, a man entering the room said. He read aloud,
The remains of a, "chicote"/"cigar butt"/"cigarette butt."
The Nec-Will'O'Mancers, then stated in unison, reading off of the pamphlets they'd previously been handed out, though in a less clear-and-determined tone, or well (it seemed), in a way that hummed and wandered.
"... Far l'fo, Ho glow. How we sway. How does a hard tar, Lie her thieu, In a chi, icy high..."?
When they were finished reciting, the man continued speaking.
By, "sukunai," "少ない," the man continued in Japanese… a word, which means, "few or little," with the root word, "少し ("すこし," "sukoshi").""
Avem exhaled. "The synonym for, which is, "chotto," she said. So yes... in other words? "A little." "ちょっと ("chotto")," may I add, it has a root word in the adverb, "chito..." "... "ちと ("chito")," as in, "slightly," "a little," "a bit," or, "somewhat," where, "ち ("chi," means, “small”)," and, "と ("to," is an adverbial particle). "と ("to")," is also a noun, which is short for, "と金 (tokin)," which will now indicate a promoted, "歩兵 ("fuhyō," or, "pawn”)," that, "moves," like a, "金将 ("kinshō," or, “gold general”).""
Thus, what might have been inferred, perhaps, was that a, "Chicote," in a pipe, was, more or less, alike unto a, "Chi Chót," if it did indeed implicate such.
A, "Chót," of course, meaning something at the, "Bottom," "Lowest Extremity," or, "End," of something, and from there, or at that point, perhaps even then moving forward.
Chicote, apart from being a form of Tobacco, was also, in all truth, a form of, "Whip," known for being a Scourge, in places like the Congo.
The NicNeven, had already caught wise to this, and also how, this form of Tobacco, may have had it's own "Xicohtli (a Nahuatl word, for, "Bumblebee")."
I guess, what needed to be said most (as a nod to the Indigenous People), was that they were good to hold a Peace over the Herb, and also Bow...
Some people may have needed a Peace Blessed over them, knowing the Nature of how all Words exist with ties to Power.
…
This time, however, she was not merely dreaming with the pipe. She aimed to begin work on something more pivotal. Holding her peace, over them, as though the Time Wraiths had not, in fact, been led by her to keep a different mindset, themselves, she kept them aware, of the part of her mind they were let in by.
A part, they would not be able to share. When inhaling, she did so with a strickening wind, through sympathetic diacords and resonance fields, and from a region locked onto by the Time Wraiths collective awareness. The NicNeven (we presume, remaining silent somewhere at the top of an, "imaginary," but quite irregal, circuit of Heaven, and with her pipe), had her whole lot hidden safely away, and blessed unseen.
She, "wind-let," her chosen remote area, with the pipe, from a distance, as though it were a whip and a scourge, creating yet another (this time stronger), bane.
Her smoke summons, were such that, she hoped to collect and open them, one day, as a portal, to dawn on the World.
As for the pipe vision. This one was well formed. She might have make a centrepiece of it, on table somewhere.
Many of them, rested on glass plates, with glass cases overtop. After their Surveillance Circuit had run, "Ash-Line Data," or, "Pipe Particle Intel," was fed through a Computer on the Ash-Configuracy, Analysis-Observancy Program, of the, 'Night-Watch Circuit', of the, "Time Wraiths"-Network, and for a Number of Reasons...
One, being that the Data, would often be used to reproduce these, "In-Pipe Visions," as, "Viable Product-for-Sale ("Furnishings from the, "Furnace,"" so-to-speak)," and so they needed a Good Record of Analysis kept for Reproduction. "Pipe Reproductions," would be made using more Durable Materials, and Non-Smokable Materials. The Data, would also allow the group to Configure Predictions of Ash-Shift, with a Matrix, once Measurements and Variables were Plugged into an appropriate Coded Program Logarithm, which helped them see, potential Shift Patterns, which may yet arise. The Furnishings, were to be kept as Permanent Pipes... Artefacts, for the Mansion, and Museum, of Swarma.
'Necrolith Spectre'. ~ The NicNeven's, "Necrolith Spectre," had a very real premise. She, had drawn Chi through her Summon of Feiz, by a Fix. ~
"Chi (# 14)": https://en.m.wiktionary.org/wiki/%E3%81%A1
"Summon ("Korean," Language)": 徴 https://en.m.wiktionary.org/wiki/%E5%BE%B4#Japanese
"Feiz ("Zhuang," Language)": https://en.m.wiktionary.org/wiki/feiz#Zhuang
"Fix ("Bouyei," Language)": https://en.m.wiktionary.org/wiki/fix
Andrew wrote obscurely,
My thought is that the Jinwen Bian, Bronze Inscription, of, "Fá (in the Mandarin Language)," ties itself over to, "Fät (in the "Volapük," Language)," and thus relates to, "Fate," and, "Karma."
"Fat (in the Cantonese Language)," means, "Buddha," and is related to, "Fá (in Mandarin)," while, "Fät (in the Voläpuk Language)," is characteristic of, "Buddhist Philosophy."
Does anyone else see the Structure of the Modern, "Wheel," in the Mandarin, "Fá?" - A.W.T. (November 18th, 2020).

• No-one knew why. *

‘A, “Marrow Vin Gean”’.
The Holy Spirit Sword cuts through to the Marrow. This is intended to mean that it is versatile. Only, more to the point, that it is not intended for vice.
How this happens, is that it has verses, in tandem occurrence, operating in relevant reflection, on Scripture, and is designed to heal. That is… before having thought of attack or rendering anyone ineffectual.
Wisdom from Jesus, in Scripture, teaches us, that, without Doctrinal relevance, and Revelation, we live on a Dying Planet and cause it.
~ Falling out of our mouths, if I may add. ~ The tongue is a venomous instrument, which apart from destroying, needs to be bridled with Scriptural Truth and or the Gospel, or healing falls away from what we know of vital spirit, sowing, growing, engrafting, and planning.
However picking up on any dead line of “Prayer Chain (for things truly are, by introspection, a righteously bidden, divine godly judgement's in of how to live by a planetary Monodeism and not just by correspondence, but mainly faith in Him),” to help, Christianly, defeat the death of the soul. [Angelic parameters, of what’s barred, of course had in, or it’s out a’barren]
Marrow is where the Blood Cells are created before reaching the Circulatory System.
This is in the bone.
Luz is the Catholic-Bidden Vertebrae/Spinal Column Bone for Resurrection.
As Jesus commands one to Live or the Tree not to grow for being of ill time, Our lines have a prayer solvency to that line of fess, by the Vin, or vine, and gean or Spirit.
However, Merovingeans are babylonian Dragon order. We needed it bidden less graven.

• Remember the Holy Ghost is of the Burning Bush, with Moses, in Exodus, in The Holy Bible (and not only there).

A Spirit Sword (Of The LORD), bids first how to save. One, “should,” not desire to dare another into fire, as God graces the time by his hand.
Made of Heaven, wise, the sword knows the hairs on the heads of the utilizers and counting unequal, may perform.
That is, off for bolder lead, and even balded for baring, out of the Worker’s Parable of God’s Constance and Unequal Nature, bearers of it's Fire, may see, and do oft’ find some in their know, of the Church Hold on Word.
Obvious?
This is the Rate Of Pay, in the Vineyard Parable, of the Workers who worked (un-in Mammon), for their Lord (Christ), earlier, and then some other, later (ie. When, in Truth, found bidden in and by Him, a fair constant is maintained, no matter World Climate, in the Fellowship), for and not toward, the forever, for they may not be bidden.
God unriddled.
Jesus, is the Amen in Revelations 3:14, He Ransoms Believers Souls, through Self Sacrifice and Sovereign Service, his father, created and lawed through the covenants, and the commandments, and owned all heaven host and hierarch, and the Holy Spirit, Blessed the Way.
'On What Could Have Been'.
An expensive matryoshka was brought in for Ralph to look at...
He received the package at his Estate, and had a hard time with his spectacles, adjusting them trying to read the fine print.
The brown paper parcel, with white sticker, opened to a smaller purple gift box, within it. The gift box was about the size of an order of chow mein, and from within the lilac tissue paper inside, was a golden doll. Andrei, Fu, and Evelyn, had driven back and were now seated around Mr. Dizzmith.
Well, here it is, he stated. No word of who it's from, not to mention that I'm not working anymore.
Is it another antique asked Andrei?
Yes, and well, I think it is, replied the Senior, but the thing is, I don't know how to open it. It's a Matryoshka or Russian Nesting Doll, and this one is rather expensive, but the Middle Circumference of the Doll has a Twistable-Dial Lock, and I've never known that to be the case before.
Would you wager all the others inside it are like that, too? asked Evelyn. I know what Matryoshkas are, but you're right. This one DOES seem a little bedeviled.
Perhaps said Ralph.
Do you think there is anything inside, asked Fu.
It looks a little weighty. Is it a bomb? Asked Evelyn.
Nobody would bomb a man like Mr. Dizzmith, said Andrei, but just to be on the safe side, I'll look it up. Andrei pulled out his Smart Phone.
Most bombs don't have Passcodes, said Fu. Look, the Passcode is right here on the box.
It says the code can be adjusted and is made to be matrilineal.
This is most definitely a finely-crafted specimen then, but how does it work? asked Ralph.
Well, it looks like every Doll has two turnable dials at the vertical middle, which run horizontal and around the circumference. These are adjusted from within, when open, and numerically set with dates for a passcode, before the top and bottom on each doll are latched, that is. Each doll is secured, around and over the former one, which has been latched or fastened, and each, in so doing, has its dials consecutively scrambled from the outside, before putting the next doll on it. The dolls are hollow, and increase in scale, to fit, while the locks operate by Birth Years of mothers, or rather, daughters. If one Mother or Grandmother, leaves a Sum, in her Will, to the, 'Matryoshka Fund', it will Increase in Interest, and if they send an Heirloom in With the Money, once the Company is Informed of the Birth of the Final Child, they will send the Doll to the Final Child, Heirloom within It. The Family History, and Records are Sent too, as the Locks are Set with Birth Years, of Mothers, in Chronological Order or First to Last, and this Prevents the Wrong Families from Accessing the Contents.
If No Contents, are Sent by the Ancestral Will-Bearer, Gifts-in-Shop, may also be Included, upon Initial Order Selection.
The Company/Fund, occasionally Touches Base with the Families, but this is Less Common.
Who is it for? asked Evelyn.
I have no idea, but there's some Weird Vial in it!
What could it be of, though?
Well, Matryoshka's are generally not compartments, made use of, for containing things, but this appears to be a Vial of Oil.
"Oyle," is a rare name for the Saviour, "Jesus Christ," remarked Andrei.
"Oyle ("Middle English," Language)": # 2.4. https://en.m.wiktionary.org/wiki/oyle Maybe an Heiress, then? said Ralph. WHO could she have been?!

‘Surviving The Win’.
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Chapter 009 - A.
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Santa Claus, had initially checked his list, and found that a Fairy Pipe had made its way into request, in the 21st Century.
The Fairy Pipe, is to be given to Andrew Thomlinson, he conceded, turning through some papers, although he couldn't make out why it said, from, “Eldritch.”
Was it more likely, Nicholas had wondered, that Eldritch was a nod to the entirety of the Elf Kingdom as the name would seem to suggest, or merely the alleged person, named Eldritch Spellbound.
Who is that, Nick? asked Mrs. Claus, coming forward with a glass of milk for her husband, and a bowl of milk for their cat.
As far as I know, he announced, Eldritch is the sort of person, who only ever existed, in the mind of, Avem Smith. However, he continued, Eldritch is also the nickname of one of our young beneficiaries in the future, by the name of Andrew. His name appears as such, as of 2004, anyhow.
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Nick walked out of their Fairytale Cabin to the Shed Of Lost Objects, located by their Barn where the Reindeer could be found.
“Curio Adhurio,” he reacted aloud, upon locating the small Smiling Rock. It was on a Shelf, and would later find it’s way into Perry’s hands. We should let Ben out for a while, he stated. He continued to leave the Shed, carrying a bottle of Zinfandel, as well. The reason for this, not being altogether evident, yet.
Carrying both items out to the Elf’s Workshop (an enchanted, overlarge, walk-in, OMRISS Cupboard), which operated by an ancient Medean Mean (or, Magical Modality), wedding each and every promulgatory to it’s prime, and by sāwa (an Arabic word, meaning to regularize or settle), as it is related to their word imil for make or do, unless of course by istahwā/h-w-y
اِسْتَهْوَى
Meaning to fill with passion, to make desirous, to enamour, to seduce, and/or to gain.
An en-dezlegare or resolver… with a key.
…
The entrance to this Elf's Workshop, was about large enough to afford a small to regular-sized person through. He found it propped open.
The Bottle of Zinfandel, known as Zin was a “Goesting”/“Lust,” Alcohol.
…
The elves, as usual, were hard at work.
Claus rang their work Bell. In his hand, he held the Silver Key Ring. He told them all to cease, and leave for approximately 45 minutes. They would alert Mrs. Claus. He needed her outside, once they were in the Cabin.
The elves ceased their work in the shop and exited.
Pitching the Rock onto a clear spot on the Floor of the Room, he poured out an Offering of Zinfandel, before closing and locking the Giant Omriss Door.
The Clauses waited outside the Cupboard 40 minutes and then into early Dusk.
Instinctively, their cat, “Loose,” came forward to light the way for both Nick, and Ma.
…
They were feeding the Reindeer when it happened. A peculiar light shone, from out of the window of the Shed Of Lost Objects.
Nick saw this, and took it as his cue to walk back over to The Shed Of Lost Objects. The Delva La Plume Pipe had appeared. Nick went in to retrieve it.
Supposedly, it had been made of Tatter’s Old Trick, “Flower.”
Good!... he stated, portentiously satisfied.
Walking back with it, he was addressed by Mrs. Claus, who couldn’t really see why Nick hadn’t just settled for one of their Poinsettias, or crafted a pipe, himself. She returned to the Cabin.
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15 further minutes in, and Santa had heard a Loud Thump in the Giant OMRISS. He stood back, and unlocked the door... then, opening.
Ben? Is that you in there?
Yes it’s me Mr. Claus, said the depth of a murky voice of rather picky decisiveness. He was hidden in the shadows.
Well, come forward. I have something of yours. Actually, something of importance to discuss, about it. I need your blessing. Is this your Delva La Plume Pipe?
Yes, we’ll of course, replied Ben. It’s blessed by Lasagna.
May I give it away to someone? Nick’s voice wavered a little. He was referring to, “Ben’s,” Delva La Plume Tobacco Pipe, after all. It being a very sensitive matter to open about, let alone giving it away.
Golly, Nick? what are you going to give me in return for it? This Flower Pipe is a Sacred Item of mine. It had the Blessing of a Pixiu Money Dragon’s Yen. Those pertain to Ien/Tobacco Smoke, and of course Gum, as Resin. How did you find it, by the way?
Only by how lost you were, yourself, Ben. Which is why I summoned you to confiscate it. You hold to too much, making you your own lost artefactuary. How about I give you a job, to occupy yourself with? Do you mind?
Stepping forth a, “Krampus-looking,” Ben, known as, “GAAP (for Lust),” to the Hebrews’ Demonolators, appeared as a dark fog, with two cool yellow eyes. What type of job, asked Ben. He was most perturbed by the idea of losing his tie to the Dragon. It had been near him, almost his entire life. Now, he’d been bidden back in time to see Nick.
Nick handed him a Blessed Fairy Birch Twig, stating, I would like you to watch over Andrew.
Ben, agreed. Okay, no problem! But how do you want me to be to any of the men or women on the merchant’s end of the tally involved. Those with Tobacco… or, furthermore, Andrew, himself. What about the picture?
Mainly, Nick asked? The Saint, now being shocked, and a bit sorry to hear the Demon's plaintive-sounding consideration. Mainly, I pray you’ll treat them mercifully. I bid you off of them. First, however, I have something to read to you.
What could that be? asked Ben, a little agitated.
What I have here, is the boy named Andrew's, soul legal, written out.
A legal, why would he have even needed it? Asked Ben.
He was Naughty, said Nick.
And you still want to give him my pipe? Ben was flabbergasted and shook his head in disapproval, The fog dissipating and then reaccumulated.
Yes, but if it’s any consolation, I’m having you involved on the matter of this topic, to assign you to a task. You can follow me around for gift deliveries.
Okay, he sighed, let me hear it. Away!...
An Elf of exceptional hearing, well guarded, and of swift feet, ran out to take the pipe away, and then ran back to the cabin.
After a medium-length discussion, Ben was satisfied, and entered back into the Cupboard.
Santa’s last words to Ben, were… Just, be moderate. You are, by your Goetic, “Lust Spirit,” naming, a commoderator of amounts of passion in dibs, but we need to keep that, clean. You also put the Darker Passions into what you see to. I’m going out on a limb here, but hopefully that very thing, won't impact anything, other than our N’Oel Nights, and the Pipe. You know how we aim to role our Presence, in the World.
…
The Winged-and-Horned Shade, of Ben, after clamouring back into the Cupboard, was silent.
Slowly… and MOST surely, Santa twisted the Silver, Locking Key. This, without a word of lib, and doing so, with a certain determination.
It must be noted, that a similar smaller make of this magical re-animating Cupboard, later made a popular movie.
Not without stress, Nick later wiped his brow. I hope he didn't have too hard a time with this new arrangement… Nick had been sweating for what he might end up having to go through over the Holiday visits (with Ben in tow, that is).
Pulling a delivery sack, from out of the Barn and coming back to the Cupboard again. He opened it a final time.
He found only the rock on the floor, and after sweeping away the muddy dirt, and doing a bit of cleaning, he put the rock, pipe, and bottle of goestling into the pack. He had Mrs. Claus file all of the Elves, then, into the OMRISS, bidding them, goodnight.
Upon awakening, they would be only noddy toys. Except for the good ones. Those? The immortal Hadibi’ndula.
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Remember:

1. The OMRISS is a Real World Cupboard. While Fictional in it’s Movie-Premise, it is a had in of Nursery Rhyme in it’s very Sinching Synopsis. A bidden in of Fairy Tales, and built to the scale of a Mother-Hubbard-Sized hole in a home, it Sinter Crofts, as though enchanting Knacked Wood. While bidding, “idle-timed,” it neither ins wood living nor dead, but delivers any of it, and all of it, to take off as life anew, by how it had new life in it ever bidden. In this way, it is alike a Comardin'd Haduzen Christic.
2. The Former Word Gas, mentioned in the Chapter on Goz, Relates to Gos and Gauze, or Phantoms, as well as Petroleum. Thus, Benzine.
3. The Suffix of Which, “-Zin,” rather, as a, “Zinfandel,” Is a Goestling Alcohol, or Alcohol Spirit, and, when by the Phantom Bal/The Ghostling Ben, is the Lusty Demon, named GAAP/TOAB.

• This, in particular, is alleged, and while found in Aleister’s involvements of his acclaimed Solomonic Magic, none of his work, may be taken overly seriously, as for any good. That is, because, if the Demon Science is truly a Fatherless/Bastard science of no good method or intention to God, reading it puts your soul in jeopardy.

As it is load of diabol heresy, and when we know that Demon’s are indeed real, it surfeits your God will, to operate as his accountancy-recastecaller (in a, however bidden), and the very need of reform of a man with No God Say. He was lored as a religious Ba’aler of religion… to say that it mattered, but as caste, and with spirit possessions admitting him forward, not enough concession of (God) control, could be in it. The unholy Ceremonial Art, if made, not only by unholiness, but impious countenance being his main ten.

• If I must, I would mock my own writing for yet another true as in bidden moment, to have you read in, yet another line of beneficial advice. The Holier People, as well as other People of Age Enough to Drink, can control the Spirits as mentioned above, only as insofar AS a Zinfandel might be their only reality (or any other Alcohol), but not the Demons, themselves.

They, for Judaeo-Christians Prophets, need a proper coursing (as routed out and then sealed, as out in a sanction, and never bidden). Also, demons must occasionally be bound and cast into the pit or hellfires, though this turns a Carnic Karmal relaying, of, which they do create by their being off-put, which causes a hay, when it need be maintained as a need for reminders of moral hall-calls. That is, not fraternizing amourishly over them.
Reason as in it, being, that it enburdens followers by demon lawing, and the apostates then vie for their pry at buying out the prelacy, by fay-way none the wary, no matter where Revelations had in. We need Fellowship's Service, in gracious God support. Not con-arded rapture of hierarchical courts. Not all is bidden. Heretic in me.
Alcohol, apart from all and any demon loring, is at a shy when imbibing wisdom for Heaven, and therefore, not recommended for anyone (especially not those who are ill of conscience, judgementally off righteous God call, or leprous).
The reason why, being if the person were ill, they were already unclean and alcohol is low-kosher. This means that, if any were taken, only a little should be allowed, and only for one, as we do not want all people on it.
If a proper handle is lacking, then it is recommended left out of it.

1. For the purposes of this story, Santa only drinks milk, and no Zinfandel, is had, by either of the Clauses, nor their elves.

Aside from alcohol, people need to possess a Spiritual Sobriety. Minding what God says being of the utmost importance in how they do. This is important to maintaining God Line Vitality to the Prayer, aiding the power of Scripturally Appropriate Discernment in Usefully Testifying Matters, as well as being a Better Bid, on the off, for Righteous Judgement Calls in Heaven’s Jurisdictional Witness and Guard the Flock, and Any, helping All the Kingdom to know Him (The Christ), and Life itself.
…
Well, Ben's off to drive Andrew crazy! Pa mumbled to himself, coming back into the Cabin.
Andrew doesn’t know, but that Osé of his, is a Snow Leopard/Uncia Uncia, which exemplifies Unk/Twain/Wit, through an Ounce/One, making it’s Were-Cat/Ju-Ju transformation, by All One, as an Oni Spirit.
The Oni, will now, I hope, feel only occasionally bidden to discipline Children with the Madenning, “Fairy Birch Twig,” and only the Naughty, as a Krampus, and while around the Winter’s Holiday when I can Supervise and offer Gifts to People.
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How did you win Ben, so fast? Ma asked.
I told him that Andrew was divining with a Dictionary, by Bibliomancy or Book-Fortune-Telling, and got landed with the names Spellbound and Eldritch before 2004, Monarch and Bishop in 2007, and then finally, in 2020, Signature. That making a minimum of 5 Nicknames.
Signature? said Mrs. Claus. How dreadful. The pipe is Andrew's then?
By all accounts I'd have to say so, but my Records mention, the Pipe is to be given, from Eldritch.
Where should we send it to? she asked.
As no Eldritch Spellbound truly exists, I suppose we should send it to all of El-Dom, until such a time as Andrew receives it.
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I’ve got the document right here. It truly says it all.
Andrew thought that random lot drawing was only a random act. But it’s that very random act that plods (if not by plotting), a path. Some forms of lot drawing are unbidden. We leave it at, that Andrew, hadn’t known God.
Later, he figured that the white light leading him through pages of his (fortune-told), Self-Naming Ceremonies was a Holy Spirit Guide, when it was, in fact, an Evil, Insanity, Demon Spirit named Osé, making him follow a long, drawn-out, Ghost-Written, Trail, of, “Eldritch”/”Creature”/”Bucca,” “Monarch”/”King”/”Faust,” and, “Bishop”/”Pope”/”Jack Frost, naming.
He had a Signature written out on a Letter to Christ, when he divined the word Signature, though!
Oh, is Signature his name, now?! Look after all names, they said? This little man is responsible for having us look after everyone, then… She gave a faint laugh, then wincing in the snow. His Birth Name, though?
He wrote it out prior, unwittingly.
Where was it located? asked Mrs. Claus.
Well, on a Note to God saying, more-or-less, that he’s a, “Psalm 139”/”Fearfully and Wonderfully Made”-Believing, as well as an, “Isaiah 11”/”God's Animal Safety Promise”-Indebted, “Over-Kill-Joy,” Repentant Sinner who goes over the top obsessively in small circuits, but still believes in The Lord.
Do you think he’s ready for this Fairy Pipe? Asked Mrs. Claus.
It came from Tatter’s Flower, and Ben had it enchanted somehow, with a Dragon, said Nick admitted embarassed. Anyhow, Andrew aimed to confess that he’s a, “1 Corinthians 5:5 Repentant,” and will have to wait to see the Christ, without usurping the Church, by abiding good protocol in the World. In the Interim… Not really. I think he needed to feel gifted.
Nick! Ma warned. This could go horribly wrong! Well, what? Do you think he’s acquitted of it, by Secret Societies involvements over his head, ‘surping him by summonry?
If they Governed his Movements, that’s why the coincidences are down to Spirits of Wickedness in High Places being the multiple homes he's moved to. Anyhow, let’s have some Hallongrotta.
Remind me again, why The Delva La Plume is the one he needs and not a Poinsettia. Mrs. Claus asked.
He needs one that’s Christened/Named, and, Ma! Pa whined, lastly, it's not that there aren't other Fairy Pipes to be made, but I’m pretty sure they have to be prayed for, to be received properly. This is the right one for, “El's New Nativity.”
I’ve had enough Nicholas, and you even wasted our Zinfandel. I’ll see you in the morning.
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As for, on whether, he was Signed?
I just so happen to know he's still in Osé, and not all-out Satan malurky! Nick fittered secretly to a mouse, Osé means honorific title in Japanese.
But how was it to be… In Ba’al or even exorcizable..
Andrew Thomlinson, sat in his room, browsing the Global News and Weather, on his Smart Phone's Internet. The year was 2018.
Kali? he asked. Are you sure we should do this? He put out a cigarette into his ash mug (a rather conventional ashtray?).
One more, Magic Drew Bear, his cherubim replied.
Well, you said three, but I don’t know, he said.
They were onto a third.
Then they'll know that you and I are meant to be.
A third fire, could put the world in dire peril… Andrew, hesitated. Both fell in Phantom Love over never meeting and discovering Opera.
You know, I don't really believe in this stuff, but who am I? I'm not real. Everything's realler than I am! We'll make it three fires and that way, if your theories are true, we'll be able to locate them and prove them and if they locate you, we can find a way of announcing our love before them all. I'm sure they'll manage a way of bringing us together, that way.
…
But Kali, who are you, again, asked Andrew, dearly, and half disbelieving as he picked up another cigarette. You called me a Magic Drew Bear one day, and I'm not lying, that won my heart, but I don't even own the better part of my own apartment or dollar to get us started off together, yet. How will we ever find a way to live together?
You'll come to get me from the East Coast of Canada, she said. In all regalia, and sweep me off my feet... Either that, she said, or you'll meet me at my hospital.
That story always changes.
…
Kali had met him, at first, in Portage La Prairie, Manitoba, in a vision, where she had stood outside his apartment window shuffling her feet, but when Andrew had looked, she hadn't actually been there.
At least, that's how it had started.
Now it was that, the two, were playing a very dangerous game, of placing Faustian Fairytale bets, on the landscape of the, "known," world.
In, “Clement.”
On one hand, Andrew believed in girls, on the other hand he didn't know why he had to feed this one birdfood or get off his butt and find a job, before the war or, better still, he didn't know why he had to lend to starting the minor Apocalypse, which would inevitably start the war, then followed up by the real Apocalypse, afterward. Nobody ever let him in on those sorts of dire detailings.
It's an Ion.
Like a Kirby, you're saying? His friend couldn't believe him. The pink demon puffoon from the video games?
Well, the way I see it, all fires are synchronized in some way, though they never appear so. Think of two synchronized blinking lights. Now, command them ionic. Only, those two lights fly around, and sync their, "behaviours and patterns," while all over the place, or the planet. And then, take it one step further... they're never truly only even ONE pair.
Why do they fly around?
I think they fly around to examine every known or unknown thing in existence. When they're at rest, it's because they've found enough Spark, Combustible Material, and my guess is, Air. They're really all over the Universe that way, only we can't tell for their Disparity and Scale and the Fires.
So they just inhale, things combust, and then they dwell in their ember and/or maybe die down a bit to continue? Yeah... Drew, that's lame. Kirby's not a real demon.
But don't you see. I know that! They're not actually Kirby. They're one little ion commanding an existence circuit.
Then the question I'd ask is, are they (or is it), necessary to existence, or better yet, do they command it?
You know what? Since I saw the manifestation of those fires on the ninth of September, from my bet with, "Invisible," Kali, last year, I'm kinda growing more wary of flickering lights...
…

• CRACK! *

“WHAT ON EARTH WAS THAT?!!!”
…
A Lady stepped out of a Car and turned to face the two of them.
The Card: "Sparing you any details on how my ashes may have been in slight, I've commanded you into my furnace for how the furnishings were not in right."
~ Andrew writes loopy letters, said one girl, while giggling, back in his Junior High. And I couldn't tell who he was trying to impress. You... Or Jim Davis. ~ A Bat flew in and settled into the tree (it had been the Eaves Trough).
OKAY... Tags off, and Let Me Know How Everything Fits! His mom, got back into the car, waved and drove off.

“When he woke a man was sitting a horse watching him. He sat up. The man smiled. Te conozco, he said. Billy reached and got his hat and put it on. Yeah, he said. And I know you.”
Then there’s this: “Billy looked toward where the horses were grazing. He’d been sleeping with his head on the mochila where his pistol was buckled away. The man’s eyes followed his where they looked. He said for every man that death selects another is reprieved and he smiled in a conspiratorial manner. As one met with another of his kind. He leaned forward with his hands squared on the pommel of his saddle and spat.”
And this: “He smiled again. He had something in his mouth and he rolled it to one side and sucked at his teeth and rolled it back. He touched his hat. Bueno, he said. El camino espera.”
Is it possible that this man is the “ogre” that the blind man spoke of, and the thing in his mouth is an eye? After he leaves it’s implied Billy is shaken up and checks his pistol and “sat for a long time listening and waiting”. I just finished The Crossing last night, so I’m still digesting it all and have lots of questions- sorry if this has been discussed before!

De repente llega esa persona que te hace sentir que vuelas. Que te hace dar gracias por todo el dolor por el que pasaste. Que te hace entender por que viviste lo que viviste.
De repente llega una persona que te ama sin cadenas. Que te deja libre y expresarte como tú quieras. Que entiende que pasaste por dolor y quiere sanar tu heridas.
De repente llega esa persona que no esperabas. Que te ama por sobre todas la cosas. Que te entiende como mujer. Que no te asfixia y te deja vivir tu vida sin dejar de amarte.
De repente llega esa persona que lo da todo por ti. Que levanta su espada para protegerte. Que no te ofende ni juzga. Que no busca nada material si no tu felicidad espiritual.
De repente llega esa persona que con cada paso que da te hace sentir amada. Que olvida el pasado y te ama sin motivo alguno. Por que entiende que eres un ser con libre albedrío.
De repente llega esa persona que no te engaña ni traiciona. Que resiste latigazos en tu nombre sin dudar. Que siempre estuvo allí para complacerte. Que a pesar de las dificultades nunca dejó de amar.
De repente llega esa persona que desnudó su alma delante de ti. Que fue vulnerable sin temor alguno. Que busca las maneras de que entiendas su amor.
De repente llega esa persona fiel y amable que no busca herirte si no más bien sanarte. Que levanta oraciones a los dioses por tu bienestar.
De repente llega esa persona que te respeta y valora. Que nunca te ofende ni piensa mal de ti. Que busca las maneras de que te sientas amada.
De repente llega esa persona que no le importa su bienestar personal solo tu como mujer. Que complace todos tus deseos. Que está listo para amarte toda la vida.
De repente sin saberlo llegue yo a tu vida y te voy amar siempre sin importar lo que la vida me haga atravesar por que yo por ti camino sobre fuego.

Personally, here's how I would do it:

• Bob Odenkirk as Jimmy McGill/Saul Goodman/Gene Takavic
• Jonathan Banks as Mike Ehrmantraut
• Bryan Cranston as Walter White
• Aaron Paul as Jesse Pinkman
• Giancarlo Esposito as Gus Fring
• Rhea Seehorn as Kim Wexler
• Anna Gunn as Skyler White
• R.J. Mitte as Walter White Jr.
• Dean Norris as Hank Schrader
• Betsy Brandt as Marie Schrader
• Michael Mando as Nacho Verga
• Patrick Fabian as Howard Hamlin
• Michael McKean as Chuck McGill
• Tony Dalton as Lalo Salamanca
• Jesse Plemons as Todd Alquist
• Laura Fraser as Lydia Rodarte-Quayle
• Steven Michael Quezada as Steven Gomez
• Lavell Crawford as Huell Babineaux
• Mark Margolis as Hector Salamanca
• Raymond Cruz as Tuco Salamanca
• Daniel Moncada and Luis Moncada as Leonel and Marco Salamanca
• Charles Baker as Skinny Pete
• Matt L. Jones as Brandon "Badger" Mayhew
• Steven Bauer as Eladio Vuente
• Javier Grajeda as Juan Bolsa
• Jeremiah Bitsui as Victor
• Ray Campbell as Tyrus Kitt
• Max Arciniega as Domingo "Krazy-8" Molina
• Robert Forster as Ed Galbraith
• Tina Parker as Francesca Liddy
• David Costabile as Gale Boetticher
• Krysten Ritter as Jane Margolis
• Emily Rios as Andrea Cantillo
• Bill Burr as Patrick Kuby
• Christopher Cousins as Ted Beneke
• Jessica Hecht as Gretchen Schwartz
• Adam Godley as Elliot Schwartz
• Michael Bowen as Jack Welker

De repente llegaste tú, mi amor, y todo lo malo quedó atrás, eres el premio por todo lo vivido, la luz que ilumina mi camino y me da paz.
Nuestra química es más que una emoción, es la tranquilidad de ser quienes somos, de estar juntos sin juicio ni temor, de aceptarnos tal como somos.
Eres la mujer que me hace sentir hombre, que me hace sentir vivo y en paz, eres la razón de mi existir, mi eterna compañera, mi eterno amor.
Como dijo Neruda una vez, "te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde", y es que nuestro amor trasciende el tiempo y el espacio, es un amor eterno, profundo y sin igual.
Gracias por llegar a mi vida, por ser mi premio por todo lo vivido, por ser mi compañera, mi amante y mi amor, por ser mi todo, mi razón de ser, mi razón de existir.

Tú haces magia en mi vida, con tu sonrisa, tu alegría y tu amor, cuando hablamos y reímos juntos, me haces olvidar que hubo dolor.
Haces desaparecer mi soledad, cuando hablamos o simplemente estás ahí, me llenas de colores y sabiduría, y me haces sentir vivo, feliz y libre de pesar.
Eres lo mejor que me pudo pasar, mi eterna compañera, mi amor, eres mi luz en los días oscuros, mi guía en el camino de la vida y mi soporte.
Tu amor es como un bálsamo para mi alma, que me cura las heridas y me hace sanar, eres la razón por la que sigo adelante, porque contigo a mi lado, todo es posible de superar.
Así que gracias por ser mi magia, por llenar de alegría mi existir, por ser mi amante, mi confidente y mi compañera, por ser la razón de mi vivir.
Te amo con todo mi ser, y siempre estarás en mi corazón, eres mi todo, mi razón de ser, mi eterna musa, mi eterno amor.

Eres mi flor en el jardín de la vida, la que cuido con esmero y dedicación, eres la razón por la que mi alma late, mi eterna musa, mi única inspiración.
Eres el sol que ilumina mi camino, la brisa que acaricia mi piel, eres mi todo, mi cielo y mi destino, mi razón de ser, mi felicidad, mi bien.
Te amo con un amor puro y sincero, que no conoce límites ni fronteras, un amor que crece día a día, y que se fortalece a medida que pasan las horas.
Soy un hombre de un amor verdadero, que te amará mientras tú me lo pidas, porque sé que ese es mi regalo más valioso, un amor fiel, profundo y sin medida.
Que hoy te lluevan bendiciones sin fin, que el universo te regale su amor, porque eres mi todo, mi razón de ser, mi eterna musa, mi eterno amor.
Te amo más allá de la comprensión, porque mi amor por ti es profundo y verdadero, y aunque el tiempo pase y las cosas cambien, mi amor por ti siempre será duradero.

Buenas. No es mucho más que lo del título. Busco alguien para charlar de cualquier cosa, lo de la amistad se va viendo sobre el camino, supongo. Tengo amigos y conocidos pero me gusta conocer gente nueva. Comento un poco sobre mi:
Soy un hombre de 21 años de Buenos Aires. Me gusta mucho la historia, leer la wikipedia y tengo un cierto interés en la informática. De música tengo un gusto muy variado: principalmente me gusta el rap, el punk, la cumbia (prácticamente toda y de todos lados), el psytrance, pero la verdad es que escucho casi todo.
Busco cualquier persona, no importa el género, para conversar. No importan cuáles sean tus intereses y si están relacionados o no con los que tengo yo. Lo mío es conversar y es lo que busco.
No estoy interesado en ningún tipo de relación romántica y/o afectiva, ya tengo pareja y la amo mucho. Aún así les deseo lo mejor a quienes están en búsqueda.
Tengo claro que el subreddit es de busqueda de parejas, pero no me quedó en claro que no pueda buscarse amistades. En caso de que no se pueda pido disculpas a los mods.
Cualquiera que esté interesado le agradecería que comente o que me mande un mensaje directo. Saludos a todos.