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ravenbloodshot · 8 months

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Ran Takahashi (Volleyballer).... Personality Reading

- I kept seeing him wearing a Canadian suit (Denim on Denim outfit). So that could be a style he likes a lot or he's just very fashionable in his day to day life. I also kept seeing him being recorded (like in a retro style)

👇This is the retro style I'm talking about. He may like to vlog/video in this manner, may have interest in photography. Check this video out to get the energy I'm talking about

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- He could be a mommas boy or just has a lot of love for his mother. (I saw an image of him kissing , I presumed to be his mom on the forehead). He can be very sweet to her

- He's quite intelligent and definitely the type of person to love school, learning and reading. Like someone you can find at a library. (Idk if he's in college rn, but he's studying a lot of subjects, he could be just doing it for fun). He loves to learn about new things and is the biggest nerd + bookworm.

- He's very calm and reserved. But almost too reserved to the point that he retreats within himself a lot. Like, not going out a lot and not really having any friends (he's not exactly happy with this situation but he's not upset about it either, he probably wishes to be around ppl that are nice to him but he's scared of coming across those that aren't). I wonder if he had a bad experience when it comes to him interacting with ppl, like him being misunderstood or maybe even bullied. So he just sticks to himself, which is what he's use to

- Once again I'm seeing he's very artistic and creative. Has a love for the arts, music, poetry, videography etc... But I'm seeing that he could have possibly wanted to make a career as an artist and didn't make it (or switched to volleyball bc it was a safer option). So he could have this pity for himself that he never succeeded in his first goal/dream but had to settle for a different thing. I don't think he hides his desires to be an artist and he may come off as ungrateful and blind to his present opportunities especially since he's quite a gifted volleyball player so ppl may not get why he's crying about his failed artistic dreams when he's fulfilling an athletic career that many could never dream to do.

- This guy is giving solo adventurer vibes, like he's really on his own and he behaves in a way that protects his energy/essence since he knows he's the only one that can really look out for him. However, he's not selfish. He's more a self preservation type of person than a selfish one. Like he looks out for himself when it comes to basic survival but he's still willing to risk himself for things/people that matter to him.

- This guy has REALLY good energy, it's sooooo chill. He really makes sure to keep toxicity away from him so that probably reflects on why his energy feels so warm and calm. If you guys want to follow a 'celeb' that you know won't be some narcissistic, asshole irl, follow this guy, he won't disappoint.

- He's quite clumsy and may say nonsensical things at times. It makes him come off very cute and innocent though.

Grand Finale by Studio Killers is a song that fits this readings energy

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violetsystems · 5 years

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#personal

There was a definite shift in the general vibe of things this week however weird it remains to be. The plague of statement based street wear is that I always read into everything I see on my commute. Thursday morning it was a shirt that told me to be positive in pink cursive font. Knowing how to gauge signal to noise is always harrowing. If you err on the side of optimism sometimes you create your own magic. The first photo op with the preying mantis was a surface level joke of unknown origins. I can never be sure if it’s random or not these days. What matters to me is my personal reaction to things. After the second pass it was apparent to me that a living thing had been brought to my attention. I grabbed a Jun Takahashi shoebox from my office and a file folder. I squatted down in front of the giant windows in front of work while people watched puzzled. Scooped the mantis up and delivered it to the park outside of the museum. Took some video. I saved a bat a couple of years ago outside of work. Brought it all the way to Northerly Island during a heatwave in a styrofoam cup. Nobody remembers that but me. I remember why I did it. I’m always motivated by safety and respect for living things. I may not follow through enough to get noticed or have my own tv show. But the act of helping in these situations does bring about a sort of revelation in my head. The way things are in Chicago it’s always hard to tell if it’s the universe sending a message or something far more sinister. The mantis mates and kills. I guess I didn’t have a lot of time or equipment to verify this particular mantis’ gender. I did read a National Geographic article that pointed out the exaggerations statistically. I have a history of gardening. I am for lack of better terms a gardener. I enjoy nature and observe often. The moon flowers I planted outside years ago only bloom outside of my kitchen window for some reason every morning. I’m probably more of a druid than a warlock in real life. I feed feral cats at my doorstep every morning and sometimes get a nudge in the calf muscle. What all this means to me is that I’m kind and caring regardless of how people judge me in person. I’ve learned people are just anxious and hurt most of the time in that respect. They lash out. I’ve also learned to stay out of the way and in my own lane however overgrown with foliage it is. As secluded and quiet as my life has become I don’t feel all that alienated. I arrived at this point by setting up boundaries for both myself and society. Maybe the year before was more about training myself. This last year has been about showing people what I am really about. As much as I shy away from fake, rehearsed bullshit there are moments when I perform in plain sight. It’s called living life with love, care and intention. It goes ignored often. It’s confusing to some people when they can’t intimidate you the way they want. Things just fall into your orbit magically like you are docking at the International Space Station. It’s a long difficult process that takes patience and focus. But in space no one can hear you scream. Unless they have the security clearance to share the same close quarters with you. Then there’s really nothing to be screaming about. at that point. The hardest part is over. Though I am exhausted enough to sigh deeply at what lies ahead.

Everybody wants to know the path they are on is not a waste of time. I can remember as far back as college where I sat hovering over tarot cards in a dark room. I read from the Thoth deck mostly because of the art but also because of Carl Jung. I was focusing on English and Psychology at the time. I would read into the cards to try to find a deeper meaning. I read a lot about Jungian archetypes and Joseph Campbell’s Hero’s Journey. I grew up on Star Wars and G.I. Joe but was raised staunchly anti-war. Years later I drifted into a job and a career and stayed there. Over two years ago I decided to quit drinking and start exploring New York. This was after five or six years travelling back and forth to Asia by myself trying to kick start a dead musical identity. It’s mind numbing to think about this much failure this early in the morning. I’ve been playing magic the gathering more seriously in the past two years than anything. I lose ninety percent of the time. In some people’s eyes I’m a joke and in other’s I’m something they’re inspired by. Neither of those really affect me all that much anymore. I do see a lot more Undercover these days in the streets in terms of fashion. I’ve been wearing that stuff for years and fading into the background ironically I guess. The feeling I’ve always settled into was that I simply was not good enough to be noticed. That feeling can be toxic and lethal to your dreams. It’s the first onset of negativity and it can speak volumes. So the real mind fuck is that you ultimately are the one to choose whether or not it is worth it to stay on the path you are on. Following your dreams is as easy as it sounds. But there’s no shortage of people to point the finger at them and tell they are unrealistic. There’s always deeper reasons behind the discouragement. Just like there’s different ways to read into different things. Your frame of mind shapes the probability of where the pendulum will swing ultimately. You put your own miracles in motion. Miracles that people would rather see fail because it knocks them out of the equation. I wouldn’t argue that a higher level of thinking might be at play. Let alone a higher power. But what you do with the insight is on you. You take the leap of faith or you sit in your room and wonder if you are good enough to be a friendly neighborhood spider-person. Having the calm and mental acumen to take the step is another thing entirely. Is your shit really together? Stress is all around us. Doubt is what we’ve come to expect. Everyone is afraid to lead and I can empathize. Sometimes you need to walk away from everything that really is a waste of your time. You can hear the screams of judgment in the distance. I think I’m so much better. I didn’t do it the way you expected. I broke the rules to a game with no rule book. I made them up as I went along. And somehow got lost in Jumanji forever. Thanks Sony.

Joseph Campbell’s Hero’s Journey always ends with the Hero coming home transformed. How many ever adventures you go on with a positive mindset will change you after awhile. People take that a little far when they follow me to the grocery store on my lunch break. But Chicago is where I have lived for over two decades now. You never realize what all has built up around you. What blooms in front of your face and under your nose after awhile is anyone’s guess but your own. You can see the signs and feel the rhythm of it. That you’ve built something up from all of this. But maybe you want more. Maybe you demand it. Maybe you won’t settle for less. Some people close a chapter and feel like they’ve written the book. Some people the saga draws on and on with no end in sight. Some people feel their life is over and some people feel like it’s just warming up. For some people the hero’s journey never ends. It’s the very cycle of life. The hero starts within you. We all know what we look up to. We all know the things we are inspired by. We all know the pride before the fall maybe. We all don’t always get back up again. Years ago I took it upon myself to motivate me to become something inspirational if only to myself. I ran great distances. I helped tourists. I gave my kindness to animals. I found what made me happy within the limits and tested them. A hero that comes home to their own city and razes it to the ground doesn’t leave much room for witnesses. I fought a lot of battles here in Chicago. Maybe even some in New York. And still there’s always someone to question it. How they’re better. Talking instead of listening. Speaking instead of doing. The English language in America is a luxurious waste of time when nobody cares if they are understood. People explaining the explanation over and over again. Arguing the minutiae of details without ever tackling the problem or implementing a solution. They’re afraid to fail. They’re afraid to break down in public and look at themselves. To see yourself as a real hero requires you to see in yourself the opposite. I’ve been more miserable than anyone can know. I’ve faced my loneliness head on and saw some ugly things. I had self doubt planted in me on so many levels. It was up to me to detach from it. And when you lead through the trees you are almost always the first one out of the forest. It’s a very lonely feeling to know where you have been. But when the forest clears and the sky is wide open you you can either take a deep breath or sigh and look away. There were times when I wasn’t ready to take in the entire horizon. These days I’d rather get lost in it from my kitchen window. Sure in space nobody can here you scream. But we’re both here down on Earth where I hope these feelings catch a breeze and eventually reach your window. I hope it’s still warm enough wherever you are to receive it. I know it’ll get there eventually. This is the planet we call home after all. And I’m glad I get to share it with you specifically. However far away it seems you are the heart is always a great place to start. <3 Tim

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