Disclaimer: Entries are not portrayals of authentic beliefs, but rather experimental commentary and explorative translations of canidley’s lived experience and/or expressions from, the unknown. 🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲 January 24, 2026 social media post: 🗓 I need your help! You may have life-changing information about me that I’m not aware of. Here are some examples. I should note that I wasn’t referring to my parents or siblings when I wrote these. 1️⃣ Did you hear something about me that didn’t seem like a rumor but just seemed like helpful knowledge, maybe disclosed with thoughtfulness and care so that people would understand me better? If so, did this knowledge prevent you from revealing certain information to me or asking me questions about a particular topic? If you remember an actual rumor, that could also be helpful. 2️⃣ Did you see me exhibiting unusual behavior? If so, do you remember what anyone said or did right before it happened, or who was there? 3️⃣ Did a seemingly normal situation I was in seem off or give you a bad feeling, even if there wasn’t anything actually strange about it? 4️⃣ Did I say something that didn’t make sense or sound like I was talking in code? Any words or phrases you heard me say way too often? Anything else that seems potentially relevant is appreciated. Any age, including childhood. If you remember what year it was, that’s helpful. Nothing is too trivial. Please don’t comment on this post, just message me. I won’t be replying to messages, I just need to collect the data without explaining or socializing. If anyone does message me, I want to thank you in advance. I really appreciate any and all memories you can send. My awareness of them could give me the freedom to start living my life. Freedom means access to the same knowledge about the reality I live in that’s available to the public. Freedom means making whole the parts of me that were exploited and manipulated into believing they’re too ugly now to come back home. If you’re seeing this post way later and have something to share, please do. There’s no deadline, although earlier is better. Please share with anyone you think might know something who isn’t on social media. Thank you 💛 🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲 February 1, 2026: 🗓 They hid my treasure in my shame because they thought I wouldn’t look there. For many years, this worked. Every time I had a thought that caused me shame, I turned away, tried to think things that made me “better.” One day, I followed advice I learned from content Facebook and Instagram algorithms chose for me. When I had a thought that caused me shame, I looked back. I sat down with it and listened. Sometimes nothing happened, and I kept trying. It’s opening up this amazing new way I can see the world. 🌎 💛 Edit: Not sure why, but I feel compelled to say I get this little flutter feeling in my heart when I have a “shame” thought. I found out earlier this week that the flutter isn’t coming from me. I don’t know where it comes from, but knowing it’s not me has changed my life significantly in a good way. Me associating the flutter with shame was the problem, not the flutter.
