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Modified Benchmade 550 (full size Griptilian) - SV 200/TV 250 Knife comes with Brass Meton Boss scales, titanium clip, pouch, old scales/clip, no box. I removed the DLC coating, acid etched, and stone washed the blade. It’s been sharpened on my WSPA and never carried since modifying.
Spyderco Canis - SV 190 Carbon fiber scales, second owner, I never carried the knife and the edge looks unused. I’d say this is LNIB, comes with box.
Smith & Wesson Powerglide- SV 65 Not an automatic, it folds to open. Like new, never carried or cut (except my thumb). Missing the belt clip.
Buck Onset Flipper - SV 20, add on for 15 Steel handles, solid knife. Can’t spend your $20 in a better way.
Meton Boss fidget stick spinner thing - SV 50 Made of titanium, the top spins via bearing. Too small for me so I don’t really use it. Cool desk toy, fits in pocket easily.
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Hi folks, I am in the process of slowly changing my lifestyle and buying habits to buy more stuff Made in Canada.
With rising inflation and limited manufacturing its not possible to buy everything Canadian, for example, electronics etc. but what are some good suggestions which would not break the bank?
I will start, often I find good quality stuff on Costco for merino wool products made in Canada and few options for stainless steel cookware.

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As I thought about where to go next, a familiar voice called out to me.
"Hey!" they shouted. "What happened there? You were missing for a day and a half."
I looked over. The woman in the suit stepped into the open bushy area.
"I was taken back," I said. "I had to find my way back here. What happened to you?"
"I'm struggling to remember," she said. "It's… a blur. I got caught off guard by… something… I looked at the time and 1 hour had passed."
"Can you help me with the three murderers?" I asked.
"What I can do is investigate you, and while doing so, you'd be protected from interference. If anything actually happens, we'll just get the police on the phone." she said. "But come on. You need to come with me."
She walked me through the forest. I was glad to be in better hands. I didn't know which agency she was from, so I asked her.
"I'm affiliated with the Directorate of Science and Technology," she said. "CIA."
The CIA? I could only think of the worst things they've done. MK Ultra, enhanced interrogation… hopefully they've toned it down by now.
We walked onto a parking lot with a single black car. She unlocked the doors and told me to get in the passenger seat. I climbed in, buckled up, and hoped for the best. I decided to ask her some questions, as my curiosity was piqued.
"Is it okay if I ask you questions?" I asked.
"Depends on your intention," she said.
"Curiosity… about how much the government knows about my situation," I said.
"Well, yes, but don't push too hard or it'll be suspicious," she said, starting the car.
"The CIA… is investigating anomalies…?"
"Yes," she said. "We are studying natural scientific anomalies. Our goal is to go on a deep dive and discover everything about the physics of our reality. In this case, alternate realities and teleportation."
"How many people like me have been investigated?"
"Not too many to count," she said. "There's incomplete to no evidence for most of them."
"Was the Man from Taured real?"
"Man from Taured?" she asked.
I explained the story to her.
"Oh, no, that's an urban myth," she said.
"Any similar stories?" I asked.
"There was a man who mysteriously appeared at an airport in Virginia," she said. "That's all I can tell you at your level."
"Is NASA involved in this?"
"That's a bit above what I can tell you," she said.
"How long has the investigation into anomalies been going on for?" I asked.
"The 90s," she said.
"This is so interesting," I said.
"I'll give you a non-disclosure form to sign," she said. "Until then, I'm going to put the radio on."
"Am I asking too much?"
"No, not at all," she said. "It's just that it's going to take six more hours to get to where you live, so we're definitely going to need some music."
She turned the radio on. A Pop music station was playing The Weeknd and 21 Savage. Seemed normal enough. Nothing was off about the instrumentation or vocals. I relaxed myself, bracing for the rest of the long ride.
I caved in and asked her if I could receive full time protection from my alternate self, despite what she already told me.
"A helicopter is going to circle the area and scan for anomalous signals while 15 agents watch the area," she said. "They're just part of the investigation though. I'll need evidence of danger in order to act against said danger."
Luckily, all those agents were going to be around, so if my claims were proven true, I would be defended. It was nice to hear. I could rest assured, but I wasn't feeling right about the timing. What if my alternate self got tired of chasing me around, then shot me with something he pulled from some alternate reality I've never been to before? I could try to predict what those realities may be, but we didn't have the exact same things happen to us over the past six years, so there was no certainty.
As we drove through rural Pennsylvania, I asked her some things about me.
"How much do you guys know about alternate realities?"
"What I can tell you is we have always speculated about parallel realities. We didn't have much evidence until the 2000s when there was a sudden uptick in anomalous events that pointed to the existence of realities parallel to our own. Again, most of the time, we'd have little to no evidence of the alleged travels, but also little to no evidence disproving those travels. We have images and videos of stuff anomalous people took that we have hidden in our databases that we're… unsure of. The footage we've gotten from you is stuff I've never seen before. But anyway, we've run test after test after test. It's not safe for us to go in ourselves, so we only have what's alleged."
"So no teams came into our reality to talk to us?" I asked.
"We've witnessed anomalies in which people who looked like agents followed… well… other anomalous stuff into this reality, then, brought them back into a portal. We have no idea who they are. They've never spoken to us. Do you know who they are?"
"No," I said. "I've never seen or heard of them before. They must be chasing chaotic things."
"Sometimes they bring people here," she said. "We investigate those people, it turns out they're from here, and they start talking about… terrible places."
"How long has that been going on?" I asked.
"Late 2018," she said. "Even we feel like stuff is being kept hidden from us. We have agents in blue, but they're only one level above mine."
"I mean, I've been to 485 realities… or… well… 490 realities now, and I've never been contacted by them," I said.
"490?" She asked. "Are there any you don't mind talking about?"
"Oh boy," I said. "I've been to realities where the sun was half its size, the Earth had two moons, zombie apocalypses, zombie endemics, a reality where the dinosaurs were still around, where Mu was a real continent… it might sound like I'm ripping stuff from YouTube alternate history videos, but those are some of the ones I was curious about going to."
"Do you have any evidence of you being in these realities?" she asked.
"Well… I've taken some pictures," I said. "But not a lot. As I told you before though, I would like to go back and film all the interesting stuff."
She nodded her head.
"Are these pictures on your phone?"
"Yes, you'll find some on there," I said. "Just look for ones of pink sunsets, very realistic dinosaurs, dilapidated cities, and advanced technology. Smart homes and such. Oh, and I have some pictures I took in personally interesting realities too, so there's those ones, but it'll look like I just edited some webpages or found deleted scenes."
She nodded her head.
"Can you tell me about these personally interesting realities?" she asked.
"They're not very serious, but… I guess if it's important because… alternative realities…" I said, unsure of how much of the lesser serious stuff I was able to explain.
"You're under investigation," she said. "You need to tell me everything you know."
"I've been to realities where certain hyped up video games had been announced and released, where certain singers were much more popular, where one of my favourite shows went on as normal despite the pandemic. It was pretty interesting…"
"Try not to bring any personal opinions into this," she said. "This is just an investigation. We need unbiased information."
"Yes, of course," I said.
"Can you tell me of a specific one of those realities?" she asked.
"There was one where video of the Austin J. Tobin plaza on 9/11 was never lost," I said. "Whoever decided to call it LOL SUPERMAN back in 2006 was a piece of shit. I just wanted to see a rare historical angle."
She nodded her head.
"So, lost footage of historical events?" she asked.
"Not just lost footage," I said. "Unknown information. What if certain things were easy to figure out and had been figured out?"
"Anymore examples?" she asked.
"Well, I found out what happened to that Malaysian flight that went missing," I said. "I'm not sure I want to go there though, in case it turned out to actually be different from this reality."
"Anything else then?"
"I found out who shot JFK by going to a reality in which the shooter was identified," I said. "That sounds like it would be important to you."
"If you're sure of any details potentially being the same as those in our reality, you can tell us," she said. "But remember, we won't just believe everything you say. We'd need to travel to the realities in question for proper evidence."
I told her who the shooter was, then I got in over my head telling her everything else about my travels. I gave her every last detail of most of the other realities I have traveled to. I guess I never opened up about them. It helped me escape the anxiety I had about my alternate self. I was actually having some fun above the fear. I knew it was going to end soon, but with traveling to about 500 different realities, I learned to just live in the moment.
As we drove into Aurora, I was fidgeting with my hands. It was half an hour away. I asked the agent one last thing.
"Is there any advice you can give me?" I asked.
"Lure your alternate self into your room and get him to use the alleged device," she said. "As you've implied, we may have a small window of opportunity here. As I've said, we will be watching you. We have five plans for this scenario. Each one of them is committed to ethics and morality."
Well, it assured me once again. But not completely. With the unpredictability of this, it seemed just as likely things were going to get messy as it was for everything to turn out to be fine.
As we pulled into the driveway, I was frozen. This was it. It was time to face my alternate self. I climbed out of the car, expecting to be shot at any second. I gently opened the door. Once I could peek my head in, I did so gently. Nobody was around.
"Hello?" I shouted.
Nobody answered. I climbed the stairs and checked the living room. No one was there. The silence was killing me. The doors to the other rooms were closed, but I wasn't going to check them anyway. I needed to be in my room. When I walked into my room, nobody was in there. Thank god. I looked out my window. A black helicopter flew in the distance, probably just posing as a training exercise helicopter. I looked at the driveway. The agent was sitting in her car, talking into a radio.
My guts were tight. It was only a matter of time before my alternate self arrived. As I looked at the agent's car, I wondered if there was an alternative to having me face my alternate self. As I thought to myself, I heard three familiar voices. I looked in the direction they were coming from. When the three walked into my view, my stomach clenched harder. I sat beneath the window and listened in on what they were saying.
"It was so satisfying when she stepped on those nails," Billy said.
"Yeah and she was like oh my god! No!" Alternate me said.
The three chuckled in unison.
"And that was the 200th alternate Nicole we killed too," Billy said.
"Yeah… wait," alternate me said. "Who's car is that?"
"The light's on up there," Ian said. "Someone's home."
Well… I hope this ends well.
The front door creaked open. I felt like sinking as I heard their footsteps come in.
"Hello?" Billy shouted as she, along with the others, stepped in. The thumps of footsteps came up the stairs. What was going to be their first reaction? The footsteps got closer and closer, then Billy stepped into view. She looked into the room and stopped. Her eyes widened up.
"Nicole?" she asked. "How?"
I explained to her the whole government agent situation. How I explained every reality I visited. Then I told her if she tries anything, government agents are watching and they will intervene. There was a look of frustration on her face as I gave the warning. She opened her mouth, but then alternate me walked up behind her. She expressed the same amount of surprise.
"What's going on here?" Alternate me asked.
Billy repeated to my alternate self what I had just said. After hearing about what was happening, my alternate self had a confused look on her face.
"How aren't you dead?"
"I guess that place wasn't dangerous enough," I taunted.
Alternate me took out her device and pressed the big button, opening the portal. Her look of confusion turned into a look of determination.
"Step back in," she said. "Right now."
"I'm going to do what makes me comfortable," I said. I stood still, worrying she'd get aggressive, but remembering she wasn't strong enough to pound me.
The front door creaked open again. Multiple footsteps rushed up the stairs. Billy walked up to me, with the deepest look of frustration on her face, and grabbed my hands. I pulled my hands away, but Nicole and Ian walked up to me and grabbed me tight. While I was acting confident, I still felt as if I was about to throw up. I didn't want to go back to that reality. Come to think of it, I no longer wanted to go to any unfamiliar horrific reality for another year. Flashbacks of me watching people hit the ground and explode, seeing the tentacle creatures eat people, and the specks of death flying around all kept popping into my head and triggering anxiety attacks. I needed a break for the sake of my mental health.
I slowly attempted to move, but the three grabbed me tighter in response. I begged for them to let me go, even though I knew it wouldn't work. The dread was only getting deeper. The three brought me over to the portal, and with an overbearing strength, they pushed me back in.
I fell and landed on my back. I stared up at the ceiling, letting myself lay on the soft carpeted floor, wondering why I was still alive.
Well… hopefully I live, right?
I got back up, then I looked out the window. A distant trail of black smoke outlined the horizon. What made it worse was the dead silence. It was pretty surreal.
A light began to reflect in the window. I looked behind me. The portal was open again. A man in tactical gear walked out, stepping onto the floor. He asked me to come with him. As I took a step towards him, something pushed him forwards, straight into me. I fell backwards into the wall with a thud. The man stumbled over to the wall on my right and regained his posture as the Billy, Ian, and alternate me marched out of the portal. Alternate me closed the portal, then walked up to me. Looking me dead in the eyes, she spoke with deep frustration.
"Please understand that I just want you to feel bad for me."
"Um… you want to torture me," I said, still seriously not understanding her logic. "And I want to be comfortable and not scared because I'm about to die."
"You're so stupid," she replied.
"What is going on here?" asked the man in the gear.
Alternate me pointed her device at the man and pressed the button. A portal opened up under the man's feet, causing him to fall. I watched as the portal closed, hoping he wasn't sent to a different gruesome reality.
Two men in suits carrying handguns ran out of the portal. They asked us to freeze and pay attention to them. As they explained they needed us to follow some instructions for research purposes, the front door creaked open. Who could that even be at this point?
"Who's in here?" a male voice shouted.
"I think that's my dad," I said. "But an alternate one of course."
One of the agents walked out into the hallway. He told the man there was a classified investigation happening so he had to stay out of the bedroom. What he responded with chilled me.
"Alright, I see. I guess it has to do with my daughter's death? I know you can't tell me much but I'm looking for someone to talk to after she and her mother were… killed in Richmond Hill."
It was about time I thought more about my parallel self from the reality of the Giant Attacks. It was like speculating on what the fictionalized version of you would be doing in movies like the 2005 remake of War of the Worlds or 2012. Except this was a reality. Another parallel version of me died.
I felt a pain on my neck again. I glanced at my alternate self. She was smiling, Ian was giving me an evil glare, and Billy was giving me a look of disgust while resting her hands on her hips. That was the last thing I saw before I woke up sitting up against a wall in what looked like a bank. There were five others, all looking to be in different age groups, sitting across the room, in the corner to my left. Billy was standing in the middle of the room, speaking to them.
"No one is going to spoil this for me," she said. "I'm going to take the reality hopping stuff further. You know there's realities where advanced weapons exist in easy to use ways. You know there are realities where stuff that's unknown to us has been learned and is very well known. I could learn so much about the universe."
"Please… can I call somebody?" asked one of the older men. "It's not the police, I swear."
She walked into a room on my right. About a minute later, she walked out with a plastic box. She set the box on the ground, then she looked at the group.
"Give your phones to me," she said. "Put them in this box."
The hostages pulled out their phones, stood up, walked over to the box, and dropped their phones in. Then they went back to their spots.
She walked into the room again, this time returning with a water bottle. She twisted the cap off, then she threw it in my direction. She poured water into the bin. The five had distraught faces. The girl kept dumping water into the bin until the bottle was empty. She then threw the bottle at me. She carried the bin over to the five, then she set it down in front of the woman who talked.
"You can take your phones back now."
Alternate me and Ian walked in through the front doors. They raised their eyebrows, looking at Billy as she looked back at them.
"What are you doing?" Ian asked.
"I drowned their phones," Billy said. "Is it time to make them watch?"
"Yes, let's cut to the chase," Alternate me said. She glared at me, staring into my eyes with her usual look of entitled anger. "Nicole, we're tired of chasing you. I'm going to make sure you die here, and I'm going to make sure those people watch it happen."
She pulled out a chrome blue handgun with a design I had never seen before. She walked past Billy, then stopped a couple meters away from me. She pointed the gun at my forehead. There was no higher level of dread I could feel. It was time. In the back of my mind, I knew something like this was going to happen. My alternate self was going to get me somehow, somewhere. Part of me doubted it, as I didn't know what I would've done if I were psychotic and angry. I felt like time was slowing down.
"What k-kind of gun is that?" I asked, expecting little to no explanation.
"It's a brand that gives you the illusion of slowed time while pumping your nerves and organs with sharp pinching robots until you bleed out," she said. "It's from a reality where pain is always ensured as anybody dies."
I shook. Of course she'd explain it with that much detail. I was going out in pain, because of course I was. My alternate self knows all the personal events that have built up to my fear of dying in pain. There was nothing I could say, nothing I could do.
"No," Billy said.
"I need this," Ian said.
A gunshot rang out, striking Ian in the head. He fell to the tiled floor. The people in the corner twitched. The older ones covered their mouths while the younger ones looked more distraught. Alternate me turned around.
"What the hell are you doing?!" she shouted.
"It's best if I do this alone," Billy said.
"Well… I… okay… it doesn't matter," alternate me said. "Don't shoot me."
"As long as you don't interfere, I'll leave you alone," Billy said.
Alternate me pulled the trigger. My stomach was struck an excruciating pain. A painful tingling ran up to my face and down my legs. Alternate me lowered the gun and stared into my eyes with her look of determination. The tingling grew stronger. The excruciating painful bites started on my intestines, making me twitch. I laid on my side, almost jumping at every bite. My stomach and kidneys were the next to be bitten. I wailed. The tingling had grown strong enough to make me lightheaded.
"When will this fucking end?!" I screamed.
The pain was too excruciating for me to talk anymore, so I accepted those as my final words.
Screams echoed from somewhere outside. Billy stepped outside and looked to her left. As the screams continued, she walked towards their source, out of my view.
"Billy!" alternate me shouted. She walked up to the front doors. "Stay there or each of you get what Nicole has," she said, looking at the five hostages. As she pushed the doors open, a white light illuminated everything in the room. Alternate me stopped and looked back at the source of the light. A dark haired woman stepped out. She looked the room over, which included her making eye contact with me. I didn't see a way out of what was happening to my organs, so I didn't bother to scream for help.
The portal woman looked at my alternate self.
"Can you explain to me what's happening here?" the portal woman asked.
"I'm defending myself against my fake alternate self," alternate me said. "Who are you?"
"Agent Arilyn Campbell," the portal woman said.
Arilyn held her gun up at my alternate self's forehead and pulled the trigger. A silver dart struck her. She opened her mouth, but froze before she could speak. Arilyn walked up to her, then she pulled out a handheld device. She held the device up to my alternate self's face. From my angle, I could see a brain was going on. Different parts of my alternate self's brain were lit up. A minute into the scanning, POV videos of walking down side walks, riding in advanced cars, and using advanced phones played.
"So you're the one who's from reality 57470.1 in relation to this reality," Arilyn said. "Let's look at your wrongdoings."
The cool POVs switched to POVs of planting bombs, running people over, throwing people in front of trains, shooting people speaking to an audience, shooting people in various government buildings, drowning people, pushing somebody into a portal, shooting somebody with a glowing blue gun… it wasn't until I watched the repeated portal shoves that I realized the ones in the videos before all had the same oval head shape and facial feature orchestration as me. I had watched my death a couple dozen times over.
Arilyn slid the scanner into her vest.
"I'm taking you in," she said. She put my alternate self's hands in cuffs. This was amazing! I guess there is a team or two out there! Arilyn sprinted up to me. She took a smaller handheld scanner out of her vest and held it up to my face.
"Fuck," she said under her breath. "I'll be right back. Stay here while I get you something."
She took her device out of her vest and opened a portal. She ran into it, leaving me with my frozen alternate self and the shocked looking hostages. My shirt was soaked in tears. My nose, my hands… were red. I threw up on the floor. The portal reopened, then Arilyn sprinted out with a glowing red handgun. She knelt down in front of me, pointed the gun at my stomach, then pulled the trigger. A force hit my stomach. As I squirmed some more, the biting stopped. The tingling began to decrease. The tingling was going back down to the wound. Yes! Arilyn put the gun in her vest, then she pulled out some eye drops she put into both of my eyes. Within a minute, I was in a state of euphoric calmness I hadn't felt in years. Arilyn finished up by putting a bandage over my stomach.
"I'm going to get you to a surgeon for some repairs," she said.
"You're awesome," I said, slipping further into a euphoric high.
Arilyn stood up and walked up to my alternate self. I was glad this was ending, and that I was going to get to stay alive. Arilyn's equipment looked quite advanced. Maybe she was from my alternate self's home reality. That would be quite the narrow-minded assumption, however, considering all the advanced realities there has to be.
Arilyn opened another portal, beside my alternate self. She then grabbed my alternate self by the hands and dragged her into the light.
Three minutes after having left, the portal opened back up. Arilyn stepped out with a look of relief. I made eye contact with her. She looked into my eyes with a look of concern. She closed the portal, then she opened a new one to my left. I noticed right then the hostages in the corner were staring in my direction… likely at the portal, with looks of determination on their faces. Concern accompanied the determination when a certain growling noise echoed in from outside. From the sound of it, it wasn't too far away.
Two paramedics came out of the portal with a stretcher. I was carried onto the stretcher, laid down in a direction giving me a view of the front doors. The growl got louder and louder. A tentacle creature ran in front of the doors, stopping as it saw me. Chills ran down my spine, even despite the medical drug I was put on. It's appearance was still so uncanny. As the paramedics looked me over, there was a bang at the doors, followed by a clicking sound. The hostages' eyes widened. There was another growl, and with that, the hostages got up and ran towards the portal. The paramedics moved to either side of the stretcher and wheeled me through the portal.
"We don't have room for them," said the medic behind me.
On the other side, the portal closed right behind the medic pushing me, revealing a concrete wall. It was over. Well, sort of. I was wheeled down a concrete hallway with windowless steel doors. I was taken into one of the rooms. A surgery room, where I was asked a couple questions about medication, then I was given an anesthesia pill.
"Where am I?" I asked.
"It's best if we let Agent Campbell choose whether to give you that information," the medic said as he put an oxygen mask on my face.
Some time later, I woke up near a waiting room. A flat TV hung off the ceiling above me. A news channel was on. A female reporter talked about released footage of a cyberterrorist's terrifying memories of shooting hostages in the head. Apparently the footage was released via the Freedom of Information Act, and that they captured the terrorist's memories using a brain scanner called HICS.
Am I in some future reality or something?
The date was on the top of the screen, but only the month and day. June 18th.
What year is it?
In the midst of my confusion, Arilyn stepped into the room.
"How are you feeling?" she asked.
"Better," I said. "A little bit drowsy too, of course."
"Well once the anesthesia wears off, I'll take you back to your reality," Arilyn said.
Great! I was finally going back to the comfort of my home reality. All I needed to do was start the discussion about multiverse journalism. I'm going to hold off on going to the darkest realities for about a year, so until then, I plan on going to the tamer realities.
"I just have one question," I told Arilyn.
"Yes?" Arilyn asked.
"I want to become a journalist," I said. "But I want to record the events of different realities. Is there an extra reality hopping device I can have?"
"Well, I could work something out," I said. "But only because when you were asleep, I scanned your memories and saw many of the realities you have gone to. You have much more experience than I do, and it seems you have learned from your reality hopping mistakes. I know I've learned from mine. Hold on a second."
Arilyn stepped out of the room. Once she was gone, I remembered Billy. She said some things, then she left the building. Hopefully she was caught as well. If Arilyn caught my alternate self, she had to have caught Billy too, right?
Anyway, I have a lot of work to do. I'm posting this from an alternate reality on a computer that's able to send signals to different realities. It's pretty cool. I might not give any updates for a while, if I ever do. If I never update again, don't worry. I'm just busy.

I've posted here once before but it's buried and I'm honestly too lazy to find it, haha. And sorry for the long post! I remembered so much stuff.
In the past years I haven't been myself (mental health) and my mind has felt dull. It's been a long time since I've felt a strong sense of ME. Like my individuality. And then, the other night something happened.
I've been listening to paranormal stories on Reddit as a way to ingest stories and experiences while I mindlessly play Neopets or whatever tickles my fancy. The stories are interesting because I've had vague experiences myself.
I used to get strong, intense vibes from people or places. Like my sisters old bedroom at my moms house. That room had all the bad energy. But once I moved out and my sister took over my old room, it was gone.
So the other day I listened to some stories on YouTube and didn't think much of the feelings I was getting in the previous week at night. I just assumed it was my anxiety making me paranoid. I always stop listening to stories before 8 at night as to not scare myself. 10 o clock rolled around and my fiance went to bed and I stayed up late. Just me and my cat. I had this weird feeling and the sudden thought that explained the weird feelings I had been having: something or some vibe/energy is sweeping through the house when it's late. I can almost feel it come from the second bedroom at the end of the house (trailer) and follow into the living room and then the kitchen. It seems to stop at our bedroom doorframe.
It drove me to go to bed as it was spooking me. I usually take my night medication, clean the litter box, go pee, and lay down. Not that night. It was around 2 and I went to bed and snuggled my fiance. He's snoring lightly and I'm lying awake when I feel more unnerved.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I calmly breathed and envisioned lying on the bed, a light blue shape of me. In my chest was a gold spark and similar one at my forehead. Breathing deeper I collected my 'energy' to myself from where I envisioned it in the house, spots I frequented. The light blue shape filled with white gold light and I gathered more into my mind, rich gold.
Then I 'lashed out' with the gold light like a rippling aura to disperse anything that shouldn't be near me, negative or whatever.
For some reason that action made me feel the way I used to be; creative and intuitive and much more. Albeit I was immature back then so I suppose it was more refined.
It made me remember how my intuition used to ping accurately with people. How easily I could read someone. A lot of times if things were too close to me, I couldn't detect much because my desires got too involved and clouded it.
I'm still having my 'prophecy' like dreams and have strong, wracking senses of deja vu whenever they come to pass. I can never clearly remember those dreams when I wake and only remember little pieces when the deja vu hits.
I want to delve deeper into what may be. What ability might I have. I once tried an animal totem trance but nothing panned out. I know there's a million different paths and cultures with myriad meanings.
I see red-tailed hawks often when driving and always project my mental voice or speak out loud to greet them, impart my thanks and respect, and wish them good hunting. They may not be my animal spirit but I wish they were and always show them respect.
What really spurred me to post today is that I have this overall sense of well-being and happiness. Just now I had a shock of deja vu. I remember typing this out, talking to my fiance about totems maybe? and holding a lump or some sort of unidentified object. Anyway, I feel well because I had one of my rare dreams last night about Unicorns. I've always held a deep connection to myths and the unicorn has always felt so... right.
Sorry for this book of a post. If anyone takes the time to reach this end note I would love to discuss my experiences and stuff.

Do you have any creative methods for helping you keep your house clean? Or anything that just really works for you? I could use advice about basic house maintenance and cleaning up after kittens. I used to be very good at keeping clean but ever since I broke my one rule about not leaving any dirty dishes on the counter for any reason (they must go directly in dishwasher or be hand washed immediately) I went downhill and my golden rule became flexible and not resolute like it should've been. Any suggestions on motivational rules like this one would be much appreciated. I tend to see everything that needs to be done as one big behemoth and it's too overwhelming for me. I work in bursts of energy so if I get started on one thing I feel i have to make myself do another. Or I stop in the middle of the chore once the main part of it is done.
I really miss my clinically clean apartment the way it was! I was so proud and it smelled like pumpkin waffles all the time! Coming home and smelling that sweet scent and seeing my clean house just brings such joy to my heart and bolsters my self esteem so much. I've been spiraling for over a year and now with two kittens who need me I really need to get back in my game! Problem is, I get grossed out so easily so my anxiety prevents me from taking action as I should. It's just all built up to be so much.Any tips on pushing past that anxiety would help too! Cat poop is so gross and hard to clean when they poop outside the litter box for some reason and now it's like cement I can't get off! And there were ants that came in last spring that I sprayed with bleach to kill them but I'm too grossed out and afraid to clean up that area. I'm so ashamed and afraid of it that I don't know what to do. I feel like a failure and I'm sick of it. If my apartment was just magically cleaned I would feel so much better and be able to tackle things so much easier. Do you know of any ways to help me feel safe while I clean up the cemented cat shit that makes me gag when I try to clean it, like something to protect my sense of smell. I rely on gloves all the time. Any efficient ways to contain their excrement after scooping their litter would be much appreciated. So far I'm scooping them into grocery bags to I'm just so sick of feeling afraid of being in my own house. I fucked up an expensive mattress by pouring bleach on it when my dog thought it was a great idea to pee and poop all over it. Any way I can save that mattress? I have literally no idea what to do and I'm really so desperate for any tips and tricks that could help me restore both my apartment and myself to my former glory. I really don't want to end up like my mother who has 4 dogs and never cleans up after them and she is at hoarder levels with all that trash and dog shit everywhere. She has maggots and gnats everywhere, especially in her fridge. I do NOT want to be like her! I'm so sick and frustrated with myself and I can't stand it any longer. My kittens and I deserve better. I need to kitten proof my apartment by getting everything picked up and organized (clothes and makeup and fixing up my bed), clean up my kitchen from trash and dirty dishes, sanitize and remove ant remnants, clean up the kitten room and their litter box area and find a way to prevent the kitties pooping outside the box, vacuum and mop the hardwood floors, clean out bathtub and toilets, and probably other things I can't think of now. I really want them to be able to explore the apartment at will but I just can't let them around the mess. I just want to be able to cuddle with them at night and expand their play areas. Sorry for rant, I'm desperate as you can see

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Hey Swappers, it's that time again. Spring cleaning sale probably more to come later. A few grails have arrived early this year so time to move these along. SV includes USPS priority shipping within the US fully insured via pirate ship. Yolo takes it over DMs. If we make a deal over DM I will ask you to post and claim it on this thread. Payment via Paypal FF with NO NOTES or Zelle only. Packages will ship next business day at the latest.
NO TRADES sorry, recouping funds this round.
Skiff Accomplice #137 - Original owner purchased directly from the Skiffs. CPM-154 handrubbed blade, seafoam anodized (light green) accents and clip, smooth pivot disks, vapor-honed milling pattern looks awesome in the light! My favorite of the Skiff offerings, best action and detent on the one's I've owned. Light carry but never cut, disassembled, or sharpened. I don't see any flaws to note here. Lockup is solid ~30% with no play in any direction, centering is perfect. Hate to see this one go but the circle of knife is what it is. I paid 995 direct asking SV 850.
Olamic Whippersnapper - Original owner purchased from DLT trading, 8/22 build. S90V sheepsfoot blade with dark blasted Ti and white storm fat carbon scales. Finally got around to trying an Olamic and I'm really impressed just can't keep them all. Floating backspacer, great detent and action from the flipper and blade slot. Perfectly centered with no play in any direction. Lockup solid at ~20%. Never disassembled, cut, sharpened, or carried like new. Comes with Olamic pouch and COA as received. I paid 750 asking SV 700 ->> SV 625
Gareth Bull Colibri - At least second owner, 1 of 5 made. 4 are in CF like this one and 1 is Carboquartz. This is a perfect gentleman's carry very slim and light in pocket. Zirc accents, polished CF scales, orange peel finished Ti. Gareth and Jason's incredible hand rubbed blade with polished flats and swedge. Runs on washers, the blade is so light it does not drop shut, more of a Sebenza type action but the front flip is great. I have disassembled to polish the washers and tune it, centering is a hair off to the show side with no blade play. UPDATE: I got questions about the action so I went back to the bench and tuned it much better this time shake shut with no play see last video in album. Lockup around 10-15%. Faint hint of lock stick I've been trying to wear in. Some very slight vertical scratches where the flat meets the swedge on the show side of the blade. Beyond that never cut, sharpened, or carried by me. Comes only with a zipper pouch as custom Bulls do. SV 1800 SV 1600
Medford 187DP Contoured - Purchased new by me from KnifeJoy. 20CV blade, polished/tumbled contoured scales and flamed hardware/accents. Centering is spot on, action is breaking in nicely on washers, and lockup is rock solid at ~25% with no stick. 20CV is a KJ exclusive steel and the contouring on the handles makes this the most ergonomic Medford I've ever handled. No issues never cut, carried, disassembled, or sharpened. Comes with Medford zippered pouch/COA and box. I paid 830 asking SV 730 SV 650.
Medford Marauder-H - Purchased new by me from Eknives. S35VN Vulcan finished tanto blade, purple ano then brushed Ti scales, flamed hardware and clip. Centering is spot on, lockup is rock solid at around 15% with no stick. I've always got a story it seems, ok this one came to me dull AF so immediately I sharpened it on my KME was careful to mind the tanto tip but it's not 100% perfect yet is now sharp lol. Beyond that it's like new, never carried but I did test my new edge on some paper. The violet anodized sections are not perfect as received from Medford some spots where the finish isn't consistent. Comes with hard case/COA/and box as received. I paid 887 asking SV 750 SV 650.
Thanks for looking, these prices are what I need to get back out of the deal but feel free to ask questions or shoot your shot just no trades please I won't do it. If you yolo please pay promptly as well or I will go to the next person within 1 hour.

Two Polymer 80 jigs. Used once, but the drill holes are intact. Both include 2 drill bits, decal and original box: G17 size (PF940v2) and G26 size (PF940SC). $20 each
One Rival Arms stainless guide rod recoil spring assembly for Glock 17 gen 3 $20
Or take all three items together for $50.
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Must use PayPal G&S -- I will pay fees and shipping to ConUS. (I might need a couple extra bucks if you're in HI, AK, or PR.)
Mil gracias

Needing to buy a dutch oven and mostly they come in enameled. I did come across a 10 qt stainless steel dutch oven by Vigor (never heard of the brand) for 55. Is stainless steel a good option for dutch ovens or should I really be going for the enameled ones?

What's up Knifeswap Gang!
Another weird assortment of items today. Hit me up if you have offers, trades, or questions!
$10 off any additional purchase!
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My Trade interests: Darriel Caston Whorl, Finch Drifter Sapphire Micarta, Cold Steel Cali Legal Espada XL, TRM Neutron 2, Tactile Knife Co Bexar Ultem, Bestech Supernova, Olight Opry Pro
Spyderco Manix 2 LW BD1N SOLD
I’ve carried this a couple times and cut open a couple bubble mailers, but it’s in excellent like new condition. No box. Action is great, you can disengage with one finger or two. This and the Bugout are my favorite lightweight folding knives on the market. This is the discontinued translucent blue model. If you haven't tried a Manix LW yet, here’s one for only SV - $80
Daily Carry Co Magblade Ti/M390 SOLD
-with FREE Ti Cutlass Bottle Opener by PRHC
Has been only flipped and comes with box. There’s some wear between the scales where they rub when closing/opening. There’s also a tiny roll on the edge where it comes in contact with the handle when flipped. Check the pictures. Basically a magnetic balisong. This knife has a THICK tanto blade, it's thicker than the Cold Steel Voyager XL Tanto. So if you’re looking for a slicer, this ain’t it. This however is a very stout piece of M390. It’s a tactical knife in my mind as it deploys pretty naturally in the p’kal grip, check video. The click clacking of the magnets is very satisfying and the knife is pretty figity if you like flipping things in your hand. Anyways, due to tiny roll on the edge and wear on the insides of the handles, I’m asking only SV - $140
TwoSun TS160 Ti/M390
BINIB. This TwoSun and the other two in the post are fine examples of why they’re innovating the modern traditional slipjoint more than any other company, sadly they’ve seem to be focusing more on locking folders lately and have discontinued many of their slipjoint models. This is a slipjoint with an optional lock mounted on the back of the knife above the backspring. You literally flip it and push it into place and the knife has a lock as the backspring cannot move. You can also keep the slipjoint locked in the closed position. Or you can just use the knife as a regular slipjoint. Like all TwoSun slipjoints I have handled, this one has a great pull with fantastic walk and talk. Wong design. Discontinued. SV - $70
TwoSun TS200 Ti/M390
BNIB. This is an integral slipjoint designed by Rattle Snake designs. A clean look with a very unique walk and talk due to the integral construction. Feels amazing in hand with that sculpted Ti clip. Discontinued. SV - $90
TwoSun TS189 Ti/M390
BNIB. This is another genius Wong design. It’s what I like to call a triple spring slipjoint. The already stout backspring is backed up with two other Ti springs on each side of the knife. Absolutely overkill. This thing snaps into place with authority and isn’t going anywhere. It’s basically the safest slipjoint in the world that doesn’t have a secondary lock. I can’t even budge the blade with one hand. You have to grip the knife FIRMLY while closing it with two hands. I really wish they’d make larger slipjoint with this same mechanism. Discontinued. SV - $80
Manly Wasp G10/12c27
Brand new with additional hardware. A great slipjoint design with three stops for the blade. Most slipjoints have zero stops or just one, a half stop. This knife has three stopping points when opening and closing, so not only is it very safe, it has a unique walk and talk. Extremely well ground and has a thin BTE, scarily slicey. These knives have come down in price since I purchased it years ago, so asking only SV - $40
Great Eastern Cutlery 828318 Natural Canvas Micarta
Light user with tube but no wax paper. Used only a handful of times cutting some fruits so there’s some patina on the main blade, the wharncliffe blade and the backsprings. One of my favorite GECs, but it doesn’t get the love it deserves anymore. SV - $150
Great Eastern Cutlery 818222 Smooth Yellow Bone
BNIT but no wax paper. Has some blade rub pictured, normal for this model as they’re keeping the overall knife thin in pocket by having both muskrat blades sharing one spring. One of GEC’s most beautiful knives produced lately. The pinned yellow rose shield alone is worth it for this knife. It is a sought after shield that is difficult to acquire from other GEC patterns. The tube artwork is beautiful too. SV - $150
Lockback COMBO
-Kershaw 1992-3 & Moki Serrated MK610AB
Both are brand new but the Moki has some fine scratches on the pile side from moving around in storage. The Kershaw 1992-3 was once known as the perfect lockback made in Japan. This was the case as the fit and finish was immaculate. Smooth opening, bank vault lock up with no play. The micarta handles are smooth and beautifully finished. The blade has a sexy hollow grind and comes with a sharp factory edge. One recently sold for over $170 on eBay. This one is basically mint condition with no box. The Moki also has solid lock up with no play, however it’s nowhere near the fit and finish of the Kershaw. Crazy to say nowadays since Kershaw doesn’t exclusively make high end knives out of Japan like they used to. Anyways, take both these well built pieces for only SV -$100
Opinel No.8 Modded SOLD
Besides the mods, this lil guy is brand new and unused. This was modded by a collector in Europe, I cannot recall his IG as he is no longer active. Very well done, the modder stonewashed the metal parts, reshaped the blade, gave it an acid stonewashed finish, reshaped the handle, and blackened the wood. Perfect knife for the fifth pocket or an organizer. SV -$30
Tactical BUNDLE
-Cold Steel Voyager XL Tanto, John Gray Knives Custom Nutcracker, Payne Leather Tools POW Sap, G3D Printables Braced Cavy Claw, Survival Tactics Supply Massage Tool, Villain Tools Multibar and Force Multiplier
I’ve carried the Cold Steel a few times but it and everything in the bundle is basically brand new. The Nutcracker is solid Ti balisong and has tungsten carbide glass breaker tips (check my old post for flipping footage). Designed for eating freshly cracked nuts or hard shelled seafood. The POW pill sap is a one of a kind piece from the maker, very cool and compact. The Villian Tools items are CNC'd from solid high grade aluminum. An insane amount of value in this bundle, asking only SV - $110
Traditional Slipjoint BUNDLE SOLD
-Old Timer 720T, Ka-Bar 1071, Kutmaster Steel Stockman, Schrade Muskrat 7801, Boker Congress, Rough Ryder Mini Barlow, and a couple Mac Coltiere slipjoints
The vintage knives are in good condition but are used, sharpened and has some patina. The only heavy user is the steel stockman. The modern slipjoints are brand new and unused. No boxes. Great for starting out your slipjoint collection or great for gifts. SV - $40
Mini EDC BUNDLE
-Olitans Micro Bugout Framelock Ti/M390, Full Throttle Tools Ti Bottle Opener, Friedberg Fabrications Purple Heart/1095 Thumbtack Spike, Random Blue Light, Simbatec Card Cutlery
Everything in this bundle is brand new and unused. Had a fun time assembling a bunch of little EDC items into a bundle. All these are minimal pocket tools that can all be carried very easily. You get a Ti/M390 framelock, a Ti bottle openeimpact tool, UV light, a 1095 spike/scribe/poker, eating utensils that doubles as a fixed blade, and the fork can be used as a light duty pry bar. Take this awesome well rounded set for only SV - $60

Thanks everyone for checking out my post! Chat or message me of you have any offers, trades, or questions! Peace!

My 2 year old cat has been urinating outside of the litter box on and off for almost a year now. I have 2 cats they both will cuddle and fight eachother definitely are a bonded pair but I can see them becoming territorial at times. I took my cat to the vet and they tested for UTI and said he was all good but that they think his fear and anxiety is making him urinate places. Does anyone have any suggestions or relief from anything? We said no to medication but I am looking into cat CBD oil and I'm looking at cat pheromone calming diffuser. Please let me know if anyone has tried these and if they work.