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Welcome to Weirdo Camp: a curious website! Weirdo Camp has pages most people don’t find until they know to look for them. The site (which is safe for work), while being nonfiction, functions as a philosophy game (not entirely unlike an ARG), using site structure and curious links. I update various parts of it often. I update and expand on the main page articles often. Weirdo Camp is trying to convey something profound in a very interactive way.

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The earliest Set myth

He remembers her. It reaches back to a far point, when language was very young but there were people. They were people. Homo habilis, if memory serves, probably the first time there were men.

I’ll call him Set because he was later called Set. But this was before Egypt or anything like Egypt, a story people would sometimes remember and think about in ancient Egypt in various ways and from various angles. It has virtue and vice.

They’re at the beginning of the story. Her teeth are flashing white, as she eats bright green leaves. Her eyes show white too, in the the shadows of the trees and brush. He loves to watch her eat. She is lovely to see.

They’re in love. What he wanted to do then was make her a home, a house. He’d seen people doing this lately. They’d choose a cave and they’d make things, or maybe trade for them. The things would stay there and you could come back to them. You could stay dry all day, and it was safer during the night. They’d have that. He set to work to make sure. It was a wonderful cave, set apart quite a distance from where other people were living. He fashioned a door for the place, a curtain, and made a big cooking space on one side.

You would later see this one he remembers, though you might say in a different incarnation, with a house with a door on her head, in profile, as beautiful as Isis. They had one of the first homes. They were happy.

It’s prosperous they are. There’s food everywhere, though he doesn’t love best to hunt. There are zebras, gazelles, giraffes, kine, all beautiful. He hunts anyway. He loves her. She’s like a gazelle and a zebra. She’s smooth without fur. Her smile is sweet.

A baby comes, a boy. He’s a good child, and happy enough. He invented something, to put food in. It was made of big leaves and a natural twine. They use them in and out of the cave. One day he was gone and a different person was there, seemingly, a teenager. Really it was their son, but they couldn’t tell what happened once he grew tall with a beard coming in, and they didn’t have enough language to double check and be sure about it. They hadn’t been expecting that. They were never sure it was the same person, but Set suspected it was the boy. The three of them still live together peacefully, quite pleasantly.

The boy’s beard is thick now, and he decides to go. There are no close neighbors, and he might be hankering for new friends, a mate of his own. They say goodbye with fondness and he travels over land towards a riverbank, where there’s no ford but he finds a man with a raft. The man with the raft asks him where he might find a woman, and the boy shows him the direction he came from, where his mother lives. The man doesn’t let him live. He kills the boy for no reason. They’re a different species, and the man is not good. Homo erectus. Many murderers come from this kind, and they’re roaming about at the time of the story.

There’s another new person there at their cave. Set thinks it might be their son returned, looking different yet again. He doesn’t seem the same, though. The strange man tries to spend a lot of time with Set’s wife, the mistress of the house. Set he does not seem to care for.

They’re having a conversation about food. Set confesses he feels bad about eating the animals. The man says it’s good not to eat. Set still hunts, but he gives them the food. He wants to be good.

He’s been fasting for a long time now. The strange man has convinced the woman to eat while Set can’t see them to encourage him to fast for longer. The man tells him it’s fine not to eat anything at all, meat or vegetation, in fact it’s good. Set isn’t sure.

There’s a next life after the one where he lives in the cave. He didn’t realize it would be like that. He’s not reborn as another person yet. He’s reborn as a rare black giraffe, the nicest kind. This was in recognition of his spiritual attainment.

Was he the first good man? It is quite likely true, and the value of this lifetime includes that he went to great lengths in his determination to be good, though the story ends unhappily. His invention was that he identified the pursuit of goodness as worthy, a quintessentially human trait and necessity.

Set was ready to be a person again within four more lifetimes or so, and eventually in one lifetime travelled to ancient Egypt and taught them much. That’s where he eventually found Nephthys again. Perhaps before much longer we’ll cover the Ennead, and how Set connects with Shiva.

──── by Lync Dalton ────

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The other answer to the riddle

I was working at a former job I had years ago when someone told me the Albatross Soup riddle. It’s not the oldest riddle but it’s old, and please don’t think that I won’t unfortunately spoil the answer here in order to explain something about experience. It might not be what you think, though.

Actually, I can’t imagine how anyone could successfully guess this riddle. It was a bit of a slow shift (for a busy place in general), so I spent just a little time on it, and could barely think of anything to guess about it or wonder as an entry point to guessing. It’s about a man who walks into a restaurant and orders a bowl of Albatross Soup from the menu. Upon tasting it, he becomes very upset, and goes home to kill himself. What happened?

And if you’re being told this riddle it’s rather obvious you’ve just been told what happened, and the question is why. In most morbid riddles the question is actually how the trouble happened. This one’s why. Whatever.

Weirdest thing, guys. He had tasted the albatross soup and realized that an earlier time he’d been served albatross soup by a companion long ago must’ve not been albatross soup after all, and concludes it must’ve been his missing friend, who had died, because it’s probably worthwhile to tell you now, they were all shipwrecked at the time.

My coworker had to just spell this out for me directly. I did not solve the riddle. I was a little busy and distracted, and I had to ask if they’d been saved from the shipwreck. Well of course they had. And cannibalism is a real horror, and of course that’s what sits with you.

(I’ll take a moment now to explain that cannibalism is a topic I revile in general. I especially hate when people claim that it’s culturally relative, or describe it as a “practice”, as if travelling ethnographers were never told stories of abnormal psychology and local criminal types, when of course that’s sometimes half of what someone would probably think to talk about if asked about a place, its local stories, etc. That cuts across cultures. I think it’s very odd and probably inaccurate to think that cannibals are often a commonplace part of a community, though in fact the decent people may have to run them out of town differently depending on how the locale works and what structures make it up. I’m sure it’s very rude to think that it’s normal anywhere. The risk ends up being that one becomes blasé about such things due to the misinformation, or even believes such an attitude to be some type of enlightened, and at that point something’s gone wrong. Be more tender, be more thoughtful, please. All that’s not part of the riddle, and constitutes a digression, but I think it’s right to cover if the topic comes up.)

Anyway, there’s a hidden response some people may have had in the very early days of this riddle: Well, maybe it wasn’t an albatross the first time. Maybe it was a pelican.

They’re somewhat similar marine birds, but a pelican claims to be much like a man, and may in fact have a very similar hormonal profile to humans. This could’ve at times caused confusion for various reasons, though I won’t harp on why. Apparently, it was more likely for a sailor to give the hidden response if they had been four times around the entire world by ship, and I have to suppose this was due to encountering a wider range of companions, exposing them to more stories.

I think this might explain the riddle of why this strange riddle exists.

──── by Lync Dalton ────

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From the “About” page of Weirdo Camp

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──── by Lync Dalton ────

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“Generative AI”

Generative AI is illegal and most people don’t seem to care. It’s been stealing and using writing from the internet in plagiaristic ways, including mine, since an early version of chatGPT. Most if not all of the AI applications that generate text have used my writing and artifacts from my writing on my websites, Quora, and possibly elsewhere, to produce new content using code to adapt it. Scraping has destroyed my websites, sometimes for months at a time, starting in 2020 or 2021. It hurts me emotionally to even go on them to check on them because of the extreme demoralization and innate loss of value done by the software and those responsible for it. The subtle feel of one computer process is multiplied through layering to produce an uncomfortable effect when scraping software attacks a site, along with the fact that theft is taking place.

AI also invades people’s privacy, essentially turns them into plagiarists, and has been imposed on so many digital platforms it’s become hard to avoid. No one in charge has seemed to understand software engineering enough to identify it for what it is.

I believe I was noticed as a writer due to being named a “Top Writer” on Quora for two years, and possibly the fact that I was identified as an abuse victim/survivor.

I’ve tried to opt out of this type of theft and abuse in multiple ways, including protesting against it from the first rumors I received about it in 2020. but the developers and the systems seem to pivot and start using me again. This is a constant misery, and my life is hard otherwise.

──── by Lync Dalton ────

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Possible correction: Update on the Satya/Krita

You and I may have often read (even here) that the term Satya Yuga is interchangeable with the term Krita Yuga, but I’ve recently received a report that seems to define them a little more exactly. The term Satya Yuga may throughout time refer to whatever time is better than the current time (especially in the future) or the best of times, which in a more absolute sense would be the Krita Yuga. That is, during any point in time, Satya Yuga could mean a better period of time, but Krita Yuga always refers to the best yuga. Each Yuga is subdivided into smaller sections that are named after the longer yugas as well, so for example there’s a Kali yuga of the Kali Yuga (characterized as being very nice to avoid) and a Kali yuga of the Krita Yuga (characterized as a very fortunate time, but not the best the Krita Yuga has to offer).

In an Easter Egg page on this site, I describe time as a type of yuga “machine” that must be hoisted into its proper position in a certain sense after it has recently bottomed out to its lowest level, and it seems that the machine is designed to be raised or repositioned in this way with dharma, a type of right behavior. We, some of the people on Earth, have been trying to do this, and it seems we’re on the way up, but have yet to leave the Kali Yuga in terms of position, although we were scheduled somehow to be in the Krita by 2018, and technically Satya Yuga and Krita Yuga should already be usable as interchangeable terms, so we are late. We will forseeably be able to experience some taste of the other yugas on our way up.

──── by Lync Dalton ────

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The Hidden Myth of our Solar System

The asteroid we call Ceres has a tale to tell. I will relate it here. Ceres was once the center of its own planet, a very long time ago, and that planet was assembling an atmosphere. It had even started, in its own way, thinking of life.

Mercury was an enormous comet back then, and its course was bringing it into our Solar System and close to the Sun. It swiped the planet that became Ceres, and set it off its orbit. From there the planet hurtled toward Earth. Mars remembers seeing this and thinking about how planets sometimes dream of life. The Planet Ceres and Earth crashed, and many things happened at this time. Part of that lost planet or perhaps a piece of the comet became the Moon, possibly with parts of Earth. The atmosphere peeled off Planet Ceres and transferred to Earth. Several planets changed orbit. Bits of Earth and Planet Ceres went flying and became the asteroid belt, Saturn’s rings, and possibly multiple other moons.

Our Earth was one of the planets that changed orbit, and neither it nor Ceres, the other planet’s core, were ever entirely round again. And interestingly, the roundest photographs of Earth do appear to be composites. This is why many people consulting their mystical sense or intuition may sometimes start to believe the Earth to be flat, since the Earth has difficulty conveying the actual situation of being a nearly-round lozenge shape; to call it a sphere is approximate. In fact, though, the atmospheric components from Planet Ceres and the lozenge features of Earth’s current shape, which help hold its crust in a more stable position than a perfect sphere could do (think of wrapping both a basketball and a football in plastic wrap, and you might see for yourself how this works rather simply), are both key factors that nurture complex life here.

Mercury later became the first planet.

──── by Lync Dalton ────

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