Caveat emptier: This post was drafted with help from an AI assistant (Perplexity)— but ideated and edited extensively by the human, Bill Acton
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Lord,
you know the depths beneath my conscious clicks—
the fears, the wishes, the wounds
that every search bar quietly reveals.
In this digital consulting room,
help me not to lie to myself.
When an ad presses on my insecurity,
give me insight instead of impulse.
When a stranger offers instant comfort,
let me ask what hunger drives me
before I hand over my trust, my money, my name.
Guard my unconscious from being mined like a field—
every like, every pause, every late‑night video
turned into a profile that knows my desires
better than I dare to.
Teach me to set boundaries
like a good analytic hour:
time to log in,
time to log off,
time when the devices sleep
so the soul may speak.
And when I am tempted to hide behind a mask,
a username, a carefully filtered self,
remind me that true healing
requires truthful seeing—
of myself and others.
Grant that I may steward my digital life
with a little less denial,
a little more curiosity,
and a growing freedom
from drives that would gladly wreck me
for one more hit of pleasure or prestige.
wracton@gmail.com
williamacton.legalshieldassociate.com (Legalshield and IDshield subscription information and applying for associate positions)
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