Brilliant summing up the scrooge of Facebook under “Fear of Missing Out” Aquarius as the lower vibration of Saturn in the sign. This Aquarian left Facebook as directed by a Quantum I Ching Performance Experiment over the Saturn/Sun conjunction on my birthday …and it changed my life! The results were published in the Journal of Recent Advances in Physics: https://wireilla.com/physics/ijrap/abstract/10321ijrap02.html
I have a Facebook account but never use it, except for certain businesses that have it as their website, even though it really doesn't give you a lot of critical information about the business.
That said, the most disturbing thing to me is that when you die, there is no way to remove your page. I found this out when looking for a former high school classmate. He'd been dead for 8 years, but there is no indication, just a blank page with a postage-size photo that you can't even enlarge. I had to Google his name to find an obituary in a local newspaper.
So, what's wrong with that? People die and have Wikipedia pages. Yea, but ONLY if you're worth mentioning by some metric.
A Facebook page after you're dead is like a gravestone with no information. Imagine going to a cemetery full of gravestones with just names, no dates, no epitaph. The only indication of how long ago a person died would be the amount of moss and lichen accumulated.
Well said! This also re-stimulates sadness and trauma. I'll often see old friends, now long dead, pop up in my 'feed' when I get on the platform and my heart sinks. To get a page removed from Facebook, for the deceased, you have to provide FB with their death certificate. Yet, another way it's like dealing with a separate state or nation.
Dumping FB is a reclamation of humanity. Since not allowing even a peek since Feb/March, I have felt my interior self knit itself back together. It honestly gives me a feeling of nausea to think about even looking - not only because I'm committed to keeping these two eyeballs away from their bottom line, but also because it literally makes me (and, I would argue, everyone) feel like shit. The fact that we are habituated/addicted to feeling like shit is a catastrophe, but also really shows how much potentiality there is to reinflate our dessicated psyches if we so choose.
This is poetically expressed. I like the image of feeling the interior self knit back together. It symbolizes how polarizing and scattering FB can make us feel. It's really a toxic mental field.
Stupendous, I read with bated breath. And everything everyone says here in the comments is top notch as well. Have been feeling this in the core for too long, whilst still remaining connected there, albeit in a disconnected way. Thank you. I mean, this imperative could not have been more perfectly stated. Sweating...
Thanks, Frederick, & definitely. That action is a first step to freedom, & physical ACTION is what we require. We gotta MAKE IT REAL again, somehow! BTW, I've heard they've made that a two-step option now instead of the basic one step 'delete' -- ha, figures..
Yes, exactly. It's as comical as it is maddening -- attempting to 'escape from FB. On the final 'exit page' they bring up all of these photos of your close friends with a headline that reads, YOU'LL NO LONGER SEE THE PEOPLE YOU CARE MOST ABOUT or some bullshit like that. As if your friends are only virtual. 😩
Sigh. Why am I not surprised? Execrable. The use of sentiment bordering on the baroque, utilized for whatever means, 24/7, in the land of social media -- lord deliver us. It really bothers me that people are modelling these false, flaccid behaviours now, & RUTHLESSLY, I might add. Are there are no archetypes to look to today, role models strong enough to take the place of this insipid juvenility? We have to have the canny radicality of a Snake Pliskin, it would appear, to manouveur our way out of this moat of damnation. :(
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Brilliant summing up the scrooge of Facebook under “Fear of Missing Out” Aquarius as the lower vibration of Saturn in the sign. This Aquarian left Facebook as directed by a Quantum I Ching Performance Experiment over the Saturn/Sun conjunction on my birthday …and it changed my life! The results were published in the Journal of Recent Advances in Physics: https://wireilla.com/physics/ijrap/abstract/10321ijrap02.html
Brilliant. Bravo Frederick, bravo.
I have a Facebook account but never use it, except for certain businesses that have it as their website, even though it really doesn't give you a lot of critical information about the business.
That said, the most disturbing thing to me is that when you die, there is no way to remove your page. I found this out when looking for a former high school classmate. He'd been dead for 8 years, but there is no indication, just a blank page with a postage-size photo that you can't even enlarge. I had to Google his name to find an obituary in a local newspaper.
So, what's wrong with that? People die and have Wikipedia pages. Yea, but ONLY if you're worth mentioning by some metric.
A Facebook page after you're dead is like a gravestone with no information. Imagine going to a cemetery full of gravestones with just names, no dates, no epitaph. The only indication of how long ago a person died would be the amount of moss and lichen accumulated.
Well said! This also re-stimulates sadness and trauma. I'll often see old friends, now long dead, pop up in my 'feed' when I get on the platform and my heart sinks. To get a page removed from Facebook, for the deceased, you have to provide FB with their death certificate. Yet, another way it's like dealing with a separate state or nation.
Your use of FB functionality to remove thyself is entirely brilliant!
It's been sort of fun -- and alarming when I see all of the Trump shit I was posting for over four years. What a horror show!
Way to go Freddie!! Can you send me link so I can…
What link?
Dumping FB is a reclamation of humanity. Since not allowing even a peek since Feb/March, I have felt my interior self knit itself back together. It honestly gives me a feeling of nausea to think about even looking - not only because I'm committed to keeping these two eyeballs away from their bottom line, but also because it literally makes me (and, I would argue, everyone) feel like shit. The fact that we are habituated/addicted to feeling like shit is a catastrophe, but also really shows how much potentiality there is to reinflate our dessicated psyches if we so choose.
This is poetically expressed. I like the image of feeling the interior self knit back together. It symbolizes how polarizing and scattering FB can make us feel. It's really a toxic mental field.
Perfectly timed offering, Frederick!
Thank you Mary Beth!
Thanks for the good idea about retrieving photos/posts!
Stupendous, I read with bated breath. And everything everyone says here in the comments is top notch as well. Have been feeling this in the core for too long, whilst still remaining connected there, albeit in a disconnected way. Thank you. I mean, this imperative could not have been more perfectly stated. Sweating...
Don't freak out too hard Kristin. 😉 Maybe do what I've been doing--incrementally erasing myself day-by-day by using the MEMORIES option in FB?
Thanks, Frederick, & definitely. That action is a first step to freedom, & physical ACTION is what we require. We gotta MAKE IT REAL again, somehow! BTW, I've heard they've made that a two-step option now instead of the basic one step 'delete' -- ha, figures..
Yes, exactly. It's as comical as it is maddening -- attempting to 'escape from FB. On the final 'exit page' they bring up all of these photos of your close friends with a headline that reads, YOU'LL NO LONGER SEE THE PEOPLE YOU CARE MOST ABOUT or some bullshit like that. As if your friends are only virtual. 😩
Sigh. Why am I not surprised? Execrable. The use of sentiment bordering on the baroque, utilized for whatever means, 24/7, in the land of social media -- lord deliver us. It really bothers me that people are modelling these false, flaccid behaviours now, & RUTHLESSLY, I might add. Are there are no archetypes to look to today, role models strong enough to take the place of this insipid juvenility? We have to have the canny radicality of a Snake Pliskin, it would appear, to manouveur our way out of this moat of damnation. :(