A sudden suspension notice severed my connection to over 15 years of meaningful conversations, collaborative action groups, and cherished interest circles along with an international web of contacts that, in some cases, spanned even longer. The abruptness erased a deeply interwoven digital history without warning.
Several days of appeals with AI bots and the occasional human (for which I had to open and pay for a monthly subscription) advanced me no further. Some soulless robot has determined that my account has “breached community standards” and will delete it permanently after 180 days.
My old judo teacher taught me not to resist the energy used against me, but to enter its flow and use it to my advantage. Jesus taught a similar stance in the Sermon on the Mount (Turn the other cheek… go the second mile).
So I’m disengaging with Facebook/Messenger support services, and diversifying my online activity to X, Bluesky, Mastodon and Substack.
Each of these has a different purpose, and I’m yet to determine how to use them. Most of my “thinking” content, however, will be on Substack at Pilgrims’ Rest.
This deserves a haiku:
Facebook suspended
What to do when appeal squashed?
Breathe and make pancakes
Wondering Pilgrim 