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**NOTE:** The following is a collection of recovered posts from the now-defunct “Saturn Deer’s Web Center!”, a blog maintained by PoI-1710 (“Saturn Deer”) [https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-9499 until 2016]. Given PoI-1710’s propensity toward thaumaturgy and their consistent abuse of linguistically encoded cognitohazards and memnohazards, due caution is advised while perusing this archive.

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Buongiorno, my friends, and welcome back to the magnificent world of the Saturn Deer. For those of you returning, you know what to expect, and for those of you who are new, I’m so glad to have you! I won’t waste your time with a tedious introduction like yesterday’s. I have a lot on my mind.
 
Do you ever wonder if everything you’re holding together is worth it? The evenings where you’re repeating those same rote activities and think, “What would happen if I just gave it up now?” And I’m here to tell you, darlings, that you’re correct. Really take a moment and consider just how worthwhile all those small snares of life in the modern day are. Doesn’t it seem silly how much of our time we spend just repeating things that give us //nothing//?

So today, I’m telling you to cut. Cut out the things that you only maintain for their own sake. Think about, for example, cleaning. Why waste your precious golden minutes on this sun-drenched rock doing fucking laundry when you could use them to be a beautiful being? You’ve heard me opine about Fate too many times to count, so you know that it’s pointless to fill your life with even more inevitable charted courses.

Now, you probably wonder just how you’d do this. And I’m not telling you to live in ascetic filth. But I am suggesting that when you limit what you have to begin with, you don’t need to worry about a lot of these things. When you gauge those things that are most necessary and leave the rest behind, you unshackle yourself from routine and from the worry of not fulfilling what’s expected of you.

Like I say, most possessions are cheap, but not in the way they tell you. You are better served in keeping the things that spiritually matter to you than keeping the things society commands you to need and want. I’d rather have a book of poems than a dishwasher, because what kind of joy is inspired by the mundane trappings of a basal life?

And there’s a deeper layer to rejecting actions of rigamarole and objects of simplicity: //experiences are always better than possessions.// Make your life extraordinary, and damn the majority. People, places, memories, even if they fade and fall away, they burned so brilliantly that you’re never truly without them. If you aren’t living a life that makes you wake up with eagerness, then why even try at all?

To close, I’d like to add one more consideration. Not only is it a beautiful and redeeming thing to shed the bindings of mediocrity, but removing worthlessness can mean money, and you can garner some neat funds from both your newly-saved time and the sale of these objects. And what then? You can give those petty pennies to the people who can make the most change with them.

Such as me ;)

All for you, and all of you for me,
SATURN DEER

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Hello again, sports fans! If you thought you’d had enough Saturn Deer, then sit down and open your eyes, bitch, because there’s nothing more important for you in the whole universe than this!

Now, I don’t like to talk about myself when it’s not necessary. I figure it would be disheartening for you all, still on your self-improvement journeys, to see someone so successful, insightful, and venereal. But this simply cannot wait! As I lay here in my humble dwelling, I can’t disguise the rising of my heart. Not to give too much away, but I’ve come back into contact with a special somebody who I’ve known for going on three centuries now. The thing is, I’d been able to fill those 300 years with literal thousands of others, and it hit me just how fortunate I truly am.

Beloved, your lives are short. Shorter than they ought to be (especially if you’re not following the tips outlined on my twelve-part video series), but you can fill that time with enough beauty to occupy a blissful grave. This is why I tell you honestly to trust yourself and your instincts. Like I say, Fate is your guide and I am her throat. So don’t spend those slaughtered minutes in deliberation or desperation. Spend them in //decision//!

And if you see them and feel happy to know they’re in the room, or your bad day is banished by a single message or call from them, don’t wait and don’t doubt. Find that person or persons, and do what you know you need to do.

What about the much-smaller percent of you that are already in a relationship of some kind, you ask? The advice is the same. You know in the depths of your mind how to best serve others and yourself. Love is active, love is fierce. It does not tarry, it does not halt, it is not cowed.

Thus, you can be sure of how to live going forth, at least today. To love is to forsake the attachments of the earth for the attachments of the universe. And I know how I’m going to go forth today, assuming they have an open enough schedule.

Oh and also aroace folks or just others who would rather not, I made a separate and more platonic post for you __right here__, have a blessed day.

SATURN DEER

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Why, hello again! I hope you’re well, because you’re going to lose your fucking mind in just a couple line breaks! Today, I want to give you more than just life advice. I want to give you actionable insights on when and how you’re going to need to use what I tell you. And you //will// need to use them. Lies are mycorrhizae; they hold things in balance, but in excess they sap the world of everything. And I’m no fungus.

So get this. We are a planet virtually drowning in war and violence, from the pulpit to the purgament. Bodily safety can never be guaranteed for anyone until we achieve a revolution in universal thought. But more important than this is mental safety. You can’t grasp it, but there are holes bored into your brain that the world is eager to pour its boiling milk of misery into. Guard your heart, as shrewdly as a snake and as cautiously as a doe. Media, corporations, politicians, everybody wants a piece. If you let them make you think it’s hopeless, then it //is// hopeless.

A day’s coming soon, and I know you can probably see it too on some level, when truth is a liability and none of you are needed. The folks in charge are better than a monopoly, they’re a cartel, and they have everything they could want already inside their oligarchical orgy to bother with the beggars and boors. What to do? The only thing that can be done: find the people that can make the greatest change, find the ideals and places and things that are worth the most, and give of your own accord. If you give everything to the right cause, then there’s nothing for the wicked of the world to take.

This is your onus, I think. The judgement and patience required to weather the inevitable storm is yours alone to muster. Fate is a bitch, and sometimes it just feels like you’re up a creek with no paddle. So let me provide the paddle you crave. Allow me to be the proxy for your actions and impulses, and you fuel a cycle in opposition to the cruelties of this universe. Wisdom begetting resistance begetting new enlightenment begetting greater change.

In this way, we make the world and ourselves extraordinary. And if I can be the conduit for the change you work toward, then I can rest easy.

Aching to answer,
SATURN DEER

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I’ve gotten a lot of comments and questions over the years about why I almost always post these so late/early (considering this blog is primarily read in the GMT-3 to GMT-8 zone and that’s where I am as well). Let me level with you. It’s usually because I’m so busy keeping track of all the pies I’ve got a thumb in. But tonight, as I let the cool, salty breeze wash over me, and watch somnolent Luna drift to her circadian slumber, I must confess that I simply wanted to evade sleep as much as possible, so that this day is never taken away from me.

Maybe it’s exhaustion from both the hour and the draining activities I’ve been up to (which only got draining around hour three). Maybe it’s the revelatory mood that only comes about after your life has experienced an emotional upheaval. Maybe it’s an oncoming vision or divine inspiration. But no matter why I feel this way, I feel gloriously human. And I want to tell you some things.

You don’t see the good you do, and you may never see it in your lifetime. But I can. Sometimes people don’t believe that I truly reincarnate, at least in the traditional sense. “You wouldn’t be the same,” they point out, “everyone reincarnates anyway, and you wouldn’t remember everything.” Well, you’re right, but mine is a charmed life indeed. Reincarnation is a bit of a deficient term. I would call it “regeneration”, honestly. Not to say too much (who knows who could be listening), but I don’t do my new lives the way you might imagine. In death, I don’t restart. I resume, from a new body of the same age of the same mind. Only natural death sets me back to infancy, and even then, all my memories return as I age. This is what’s allowed me to exist in such a wide range of lives and times, and it’s what’s created my philosophy.

So someday, when you and every meager thing you’ve built or bred on this earth is dead and forgotten, I will still be there, a witness to all the wonders that your little actions here and now have achieved. And that’s without even factoring in, you know, the //visions of the future// that I’m constantly giving you already.

And that’s all to say, you won’t have to concern yourself with what the things you do end up achieving later down the line. Your hard work and the fact that you have the best cause in mind is what matters. When you can muster the courage to not obsess over being in control, you know you’re getting somewhere.

But I’ve somewhere to get myself (they’re probably gonna want to co-write a poem to commemorate this moment :P), so meditate on these words. And keep in mind that even though the T-shirts are fully sold out, everything for sale in the merch store is just as buyable as ever! You can buy it, you can buy it, you can buy it, you probably can’t since you’re about to be laid off, you can buy it, you can buy it, and so can >60% of you too!

In the meantime, I’ll remain the same, unending and adoring. And so will you.

Stay hydrated,
SATURN DEER

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I’d like to apologize for not providing this at the usual time where it could serve as morning reading material, but also I don’t want to burden you with a heavy topic so early, so maybe you should shut up and understand that “inconveniences” are often just necessities for something to work that you don’t want to comprehend the full scope of.

And “full scope” is very important to what I want to tell you today, beloved. I look to the future, and I’ll tell you right away that doing so is the more important direction to point your life. Of course, I can’t understate the value of the past, though the fact that I’ve lived through it probably gives me something of a bias. Anyway, if you’re not like me, you probably lie awake for hours, wallowing in the lagoon of your own failures, both in action and in identity.

It’s okay to accept that these shortcomings exist. In fact, it’s //very// important to recognized that you are flawed and have acted in ways that you wouldn’t now. But it’s not okay to accept them and do nothing about them. The past cannot be changed. Sometimes you do things you can’t make up for.

Sometimes you do things that you aren’t forgiven for.

Sometimes you think that you don’t deserve to be forgiven for them.

And sometimes you’re right.

But that doesn’t matter! Because the only thing you //can// do when you’re in this situation is to make up for your infractions equally in the present. The only good you can do is now. For much of my time, I’ve believed in certain things regarding repentance. Some people //are// irredeemable, I think, but only because what they would need to do to make up for their transgressions couldn’t reasonably ever be completed. And yet, there’s even a way to make up for this. By giving others the tools they need to carry out the greatest possible good.

That’s really all there is to it. You can’t change what you’ve done, you can’t guarantee that you can grow from it, but you can do the most good possible and refine yourself in the process. And if you don’t believe it’s enough, then pass that good on to the best person to continue it.

Ring any bells?

In sickness and in health,
SATURN DEER

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Now, I don’t like to give away too much all at once about myself, as I’ve learned that my followers often come up with better backstories for me than Fate ever could, but I’ll still give you the basic play-by-play. I am a prophet and magician of greatest skill venerated in numerous worldwide religions present AND extinct, a philosopher and guru who has improved countless lives and ways of thinking, and a person of the material world and all its myriad ecstasies.

Saturn Deer. The Indivisible One, Apostate Fawn, Remphan, Irascible Fuckwit, the Undying Magister. Human bodily, but with a spirit like a great bounding hind and a mind as sharp as a hart’s antlers. In my millennia of living in virtually all situations, I have gathered great wealth, many paramours, and emotional fulfillment, and I give it all back because I love you all so much, despite your faults. And you love me too, don’t you?

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Here’s some fun facts about me (updated as the ever-fleeting arrow of time makes past experiences seem more valuable)!
* I’ve been immolated 5,921 times, and only about half of them genuinely hurt!
* The songs “The Prophet’s Song”, “Non, je ne regrette rien”, and “Hotel California” were all actually inspired by me!
* My favorite beverage is kephir. I try to get a pint of it in me per day, and you ought to as well!
* I first met with the demon marquess Aamon in 1925, and let me tell you, when Collin de Plancy used the moniker “snake-tailed” to describe her, it was most assuredly a euphemism ;)
* My 1974 autobiography (though the publishers called it an “erotic fiction anthology”, among other things) was banned in most of the sublunary world for a mix of sedition, blasphemy, vulgarity, and flammability. I think they taught it in a few Deer College language arts tracks though. Gotta remember to check back up on that sometime.
* I gave Warren Buffett a thousand dollars when he was in his twenties and he still hasn’t paid me back! Though considering I’ve gone through over eight dozen bodies since then, it likely wouldn’t work out in court.
* My favorite bird is probably the chimney swift (I have a bunch of pictures of some of their nests on an older computer), but I can’t really choose, I love them all so much.

One more big thing about me, and it’s actually not about me, it’s about someone else!

Melpomene. Habakkuk. Names are cheap when you don’t know someone, and yet the knowing of the person is what shapes how we name them. And to know oneself truly is to name oneself, in spirit or in the world. But regardless of how they’ve been named over the years (and given that those names were wrongly assigned), I could never call them anything but Pangloss.

//Yes//, for those of you who were around back in 2009 (or maybe even people who used to read my old newspaper column), you might be clutching your chests and writhing on the floor in shock, but it’s true! I know back then, I might’ve been a little vehement about the whole thing, but time heals all wounds. Especially when you spend that time trying your best to become a better person.

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//It makes me happy to get to speak to you all. I've been very glad to meet Saturn again, such that I can see whoever they may have become now. Brevity is the wit of the soul. I hope this doesn't disappoint. You are all wonderful people, and I hope you take some good from what you're reading here today, no matter where you are right now.//
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They’re wonderful, and I’m so very happy we can make up for lost time and lost love. Today, Pangloss has been showing me this huge book of early modern free-verse odes they put together, and I’ve realized that someday soon, we’re gonna get wrapped up in that “what is art” argument and it’s gonna go over great!

I kid, I kid. But to be frank, this is kind of the best I’ve felt in a while. I never liked being alone, and as fulfilling as you all are, the consistency of people directly around me is something else entirely. So I think I’m gonna put the laptop down and go do something thoughtful for the light of my heliocentric world :)

Oh and also, I found a box full of like a hundred and sixty hand-bound copies of my book so those are going on the merch store too. If you want to read about my experience during the Russian Revolution or that time I accidentally stopped the assassination of the Prime Minister of Japan, buy //In the Headlights// today! 21.95 USD plus shipping.
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**10/15:** In indulgent mediums, one sees visions of indulgence, so I sought to defy the biases of the prisms through which we view the light of the future. I purchased the finest of tarot decks, and let the cards marinate in the mildewed mud of my neighbor’s crawlspace. In this way, I received the messages of Fate in a noble, yet impartial manner.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t really read the cards, so I have to wait a little longer for them to dry. In the meantime, the image of tortoiseshell and cast salt has revealed good news wrapped in ills. Money flows around the world like air and water, its circuits disparate and senseless, though we craft our levees and locks to try and control it. In this way, like all things, the economy is yet another mirror for Fate on the face of the universe. I can see that soon, a lot of funds are going to start leaving the hands of individuals and end up as assets. So the burden is on you to make sure that when wealth starts running, it goes in the right direction to make things stay right in the world.

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**10/16:** Cards still illegible, probably ruined them with the space heater. No matter. The raiment of destiny, draped clear as crystal over the Pleiades, was all the direction I needed. Today is a day to look back to where you came from. Make of that what you will, but I think you should seek the value in your heritage and homeland. Maybe try to learn something new about something old. Or take words of advice from your past and put them to good use. Better yet, enjoy what your identity means about you and others like you.

I know better than any that you should find a way to be proud of where you come from. Every origin has some value to it, whether you’re born in a shack between two kingdoms because your faith is punishable in both, or you’re born in a palace so opulent its furnaces are fueled by burning money. So long as you take that culture, that genesis, and find the beauty in it, you are living in accordance with Fate.

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**10/17:** Eh, I’ll just use the old deck. Which has therefore told me, after cross-referencing with some burning bowls of crickets, that the coming week will give you everything you need to succeed in a coming trial. I call for you to be observant and responsible, unwasting and chaste. Something challenges us all very soon, inconstant in severity but inevitable in approach. No matter what it is, a big event is in your path, but if you spend the days leading up to it well and remain prepared, you’ll be ready. Good luck!

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**10/18:** I decided to try waterboarding myself today after a nice healthy bit of MDMA. Entheogens and overstimulation are a great way to initiate the metaphorical orgasm of the psychic eye, portents springing forth like my brain was a high-revenue derrick. And yet, they were plain and honest omens, despite the clutter and friction. What I saw applies mostly to those of you who cling to physical possessions. Did you even READ my post on the 7th???? I foresaw doom to the miser, and the overturning of the profiteer’s vaults. Not in a massive or earthshaking way, but nonetheless, to some of you, your empires shall topple. So //listen// to what I have to say. Give, give, and when the tax collectors of Fate come forth, show them your empty coffers and your soul of gold.

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**10/19:** As part of my attempts to prophesy without need for an external medium, I performed a customized ritual. I blended ego death-based projection with moonbathing to get a good sidereal vantage point, placed in cruciform position with all bodily sefirot equivalents and phlogiston basins aligned. I made myself a circuit for space and time, and had Pangloss, two hours later, wake up the un-selfed anticonscious god-shell once known as Saturn Deer.

It was pretty cold on the roof, I must admit.

But since the Gregorian today’s sunset is approaching, I have to type fast. In my oracular sojourn, I felt the melancholy of untold billions. And I got the sense that you, and maybe the people around you, are hiding your sorrows from each other. Why? Really, tell me why. What’s the point of presenting as only a part of yourself? You feel, don’t you? Nothing makes the bonds of our shared experience stronger than baring yourself to another. It’s more valuable of a gesture than you’ll know, so just think about how much it means to you when someone is honest about what they’re going through. And put that into //practice//.

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**10/21:** Can’t go wrong with sheep organs, can you? O noble butchered ram, thank you. It is in you that I discovered that this is a day that shall seem ordinary, and yet… I feel an undercurrent of mystique. Luck is on your side, I think. But if you’re living right, that shouldn’t change much. Fate is holding up after you. What would be the purpose in not using that chance every day of your life? Maybe a gas station ticket, maybe a risky message, maybe a confession to someone who might not otherwise listen, maybe even a down payment on a tuned-up 2008 van…

Who knows?
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Yep, this might be an unorthodox way to break the news, but Pangloss and I have decided to try and rediscover ourselves as a couple. This is //not// a hiatus, not entirely, but posting is gonna slow down a bit. I have my own priorities, and to be a human and be alive in this place and time is the best way for me to grow wiser. And I will bequeath //all// of my wisdom unto you.

Of course, I also don’t want this to be a stressful endeavor. This is our big back-together expedition, trying to find each other and ourselves a bit better. And if I made them spend that time helping me make content, it’d just waste everything I have planned.

However, I know you all understand how much this matters to me, and you’re all going to stick by me and remain steadfast in devotion. After all, do you really have anything better to do?

Well, so long, suckers!

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