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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2026 3:17 pm
leopard, and tiger are being highlighted, I need to buy them. I need to
touch them, draw them, wear them, or have them in my home to see what
they give me. What’s most curious is that about a month ago, I ended up
choosing the zebra. But just before that — for a short period — I was into
tigers. Specifically how they are depicted in Nepalese or Tibetan styles; all
those tiger rugs and pillows with Eastern, Asian tigers. I even started making
paintings for myself, for my interior, featuring tigers. But specifically in that
Asian style where the tiger looks almost like a cartoon, all curved with unusual
swirls and flowers. Right now, in front of me, is a Japanese-style painting
of a tiger. It’s a tiger depicted with a Japanese sun and Japanese clouds — but
that’s not the point. So, a month ago, thinking that since leopard and zebra
are being highlighted, I should surround myself with zebra. I bought a ton
of stuff with zebra print. I bought zebra-patterned sneakers; I bought zebra
pillows. What happens next? Suddenly, yesterday, as I was remembering
that acquaintance whom the system used to peck at — just as it has been
pecking at me for a month now — it hit me. I recalled how I helped him,
and then I had this analogy, an analysis, and a shock regarding the zebra.
I realized why the zebra was being highlighted: I am in the “zebra” frequency,
and a zebra is a victim. That is its role in life; it’s beautiful, and everyone
wants to eat it. It is helpless and defenseless; it can do nothing but run
away, and predators are constantly tearing at it. Then I remembered all
those felines — leopards, tigers. Let’s take the leopard, for example. I
realized that is the pattern of a predator. But I had gone into the extreme
of the zebra. And here, I remembered something even more interesting.
I recalled that just recently, maybe a month or two ago — I even recorded
this in my book — people felt me differently. Especially since my birthday,
there was such respect for me, a mix of fear and respect. Even though I’m in a
white T-shirt right now, happy and smiling, people were still afraid, as if they
felt I was the King of the Beasts. That was just two months ago. But now, it’s
the opposite: people feel that I am a zebra, and everyone wants to suppress
me — they can’t even control it. Most interestingly, this isn’t psychological
or visual. It’s happening on a subtle level, in the code. Most of the slights
directed at me came from people who didn’t even know what I looked like;
it happened online — when ordering that same taxi or the cleaning services.
touch them, draw them, wear them, or have them in my home to see what
they give me. What’s most curious is that about a month ago, I ended up
choosing the zebra. But just before that — for a short period — I was into
tigers. Specifically how they are depicted in Nepalese or Tibetan styles; all
those tiger rugs and pillows with Eastern, Asian tigers. I even started making
paintings for myself, for my interior, featuring tigers. But specifically in that
Asian style where the tiger looks almost like a cartoon, all curved with unusual
swirls and flowers. Right now, in front of me, is a Japanese-style painting
of a tiger. It’s a tiger depicted with a Japanese sun and Japanese clouds — but
that’s not the point. So, a month ago, thinking that since leopard and zebra
are being highlighted, I should surround myself with zebra. I bought a ton
of stuff with zebra print. I bought zebra-patterned sneakers; I bought zebra
pillows. What happens next? Suddenly, yesterday, as I was remembering
that acquaintance whom the system used to peck at — just as it has been
pecking at me for a month now — it hit me. I recalled how I helped him,
and then I had this analogy, an analysis, and a shock regarding the zebra.
I realized why the zebra was being highlighted: I am in the “zebra” frequency,
and a zebra is a victim. That is its role in life; it’s beautiful, and everyone
wants to eat it. It is helpless and defenseless; it can do nothing but run
away, and predators are constantly tearing at it. Then I remembered all
those felines — leopards, tigers. Let’s take the leopard, for example. I
realized that is the pattern of a predator. But I had gone into the extreme
of the zebra. And here, I remembered something even more interesting.
I recalled that just recently, maybe a month or two ago — I even recorded
this in my book — people felt me differently. Especially since my birthday,
there was such respect for me, a mix of fear and respect. Even though I’m in a
white T-shirt right now, happy and smiling, people were still afraid, as if they
felt I was the King of the Beasts. That was just two months ago. But now, it’s
the opposite: people feel that I am a zebra, and everyone wants to suppress
me — they can’t even control it. Most interestingly, this isn’t psychological
or visual. It’s happening on a subtle level, in the code. Most of the slights
directed at me came from people who didn’t even know what I looked like;
it happened online — when ordering that same taxi or the cleaning services.