Jaida

Had such an amazing time chatting with Fernand this morning! What a genuine all-around great guy 🖤🤍 Thanks for giving me the opportunity to share more about myself and my journey 🙏 If were not eligible for early access to my new song "U & I", you can get a super lo-fi sneak peek of the song here in the podcast 🥀 And make sure to check out other incredible podcasts by Fernand 🖤🤍 #musicnft #gm @soundxyz_ @FirstNFT @millionrecords_ @_DANC3 @arella_eth @nhagio_o @ethgang @SAEKKO669 @BeaverJamClub @AmirMushich @ZiggyZiggyMusic

@odesofher - which is actually such a kind thing, since God has no need to explain Himself to anyone.

What is meant to be will be for a reason, unknown for a time, revealed always in the end.

@odesofher Dang... I felt like I was THERE in the room when Anna saw the Preaching Man's mask slip... I've been there. Longing.. Finding refuge in libraries, and in the margins of the pages of a worthless curriculum, and in blank sheets of paper. So so true. Thank you for writing this 🖤🤍

Dismissed to Freedom - V I | The Morning The tranquil moments of solitude found by a woman in the first rays of dawn are a blessing unlike any other to remain within. Time exists motionless suddenly when the morning air is pierced by the warmth the sun’s beams bestow through her windowpane. How is life permitted to be any less beautiful than the cedar trees swaying throughout the valley, less graceful than the song of the mourning doves upon their branch, less peaceful than the scene of an endless forest that lies meters away, yet remains too far still? “So many questions, so few answers,” she thought as her daydreams were interrupted until the following morning by the footsteps of familiar figures ascending the staircase outside of her doorframe. Within seconds, Anna Sadowski’s four younger siblings surrounded her, jokingly scolding her for ‘sleeping’ through family devotions, once again. “I knew I saw your eyes open this morning before I went downstairs!” remarked her younger sister, Mary. “Did you know something beforehand because this one lasted forty-five minutes!” said her younger brother, Timothy, as her brothers began tugging on her blanket to attempt rushing her out of her bed to help them catch up on the chores that the overtime study set behind already. As with every morning, Anna greeted them with a soft smile of thankfulness for the time she spent adoring the simple contentment of childhood. “Good morning, darlings, forgive me,” she requested, and indeed they did the moment she began walking towards the kitchen to prepare their breakfast. Although Anna had been awake for hours prior to her household rising, she had no desire in the slightest measure to approach her doorframe, a frame that held no door, descend the wooden stairs, icy to the touch, and sit obediently upon the floor, side-by-side with her kin. Within her family’s devotional session, she would hear again how the absence of privacy is a virtue for everyone’s accountability, the removal of electricity during the night is a benefit to the power grid of their community, and the willingness to submit to all the teachings from the elders of The True Faith is a necessity to be free of evil. Anna decided against this worldview years ago, during a passionate lesson on the detrimental influence of all television and why none exists in their house or in any of their neighbors. “For what reason would I sacrifice my silence, my solitude, my rest, for books written by nothing more than another man’s concepts upheld by a fickle argument with no defense for such ideas?” she thought. There existed nothing within the universe as frustrating to Anna Sadowski as listening to notions where truth retains no presence within them. Men and women were equals in every way in Anna’s opinion, for they complemented each other where the other lacked. Through their affinity, closeness, and partnership, a balance is found in both to uplift one another in growing healthily without diminishing the other. If someone despised an individual merely for their outward appearance of something they could not control, then she saw depravity and weakness within their soul, void of any substantial idea they may have that she would be intrigued to learn. Throughout confidential circles of her most trusted friends, these progressive thoughts plagued Anna Sadowski’s mind. It flourished as the wind upon the coastline of a vibrant sea, whether she stood alone in a room or surrounded by hundreds. Her emotions, movements, and thoughts all surrendered to what she knows lies beyond the place she lives now, but will not remain. When the chores of cleaning, cooking, and dressing are completed for all of the younger children, Anna departs with her siblings to walk the same route to school they have walked five thousand times before. Her brother's daily race alongside the heavily trodden dirt road to their primary school left the youngest brother, James, as the winner until tomorrow. The school could be seen at every location in the town, for it was the same building that housed the church, school, and every meeting the people of the community hosted. The lower school is held on the first floor of the building, while the upper school is taught on the second floor. An expansive place it is indeed, such a massive, refined structure for so few ages to be taught within its walls. A pinnacle spire reaching towards the heavens gives direction to the congregants and school children alike. It is adorned with only paint and stucco, for the addition of a cross or any idols would be irreverent, as they are forbidden here. The pale marble church stood with windows only at the highest points beneath the vaulted ceiling beams, a reminder almost that light does exist within this place, yet it must be climbed towards to observe it, as she would experience soon. When the elders decided that the term ‘grades’ refers to a secular measure of a child’s ability, all children began organized lessons categorized by their age, ranging from class five to class fifteen. Following the sixteenth year of life for all of us living here, our lessons are moved to the homes of gardening or textile teachers for the women, and farmers or tradesmen for the men. A gloomy transition it must be, to grow older in a day solely within our physical body, according to the date written in the family holy book. For there are no birth certificates produced by a government here for our records to verify, nor do we celebrate the days of our birth for the vanity it may cause us to feel. “We are simply a child one evening, then in the morning, we are no longer. How did they decide upon that age anyway?” Anna Sadowski ardently questioned. She determined that her fifteenth year would be centered around learning how to remain a child, a student, who would learn how to read the books, however redacted they may be, throughout the entirety of the town library, apart from the texts of her family’s religion. To know the thoughts of a few men was not enough. Her mind wandered to places in the night that whispered of paradoxes she had no vocabulary to describe. She lingered in discussions to understand the brevity of ideas she knows exist here in part yet in full somewhere in the universe. She knows there must be photographs of the planets whose sections were torn out of their science books, yet left untouched in the table of contents. So as a child, while knowing their names only, she drew shapes in the dirt beside the stream of what she imagined them to look like in the night sky. Today, this morning, she knew she only had until the evening to be granted freedom for a time from the addition of chains added to her spirit, for tomorrow began the rest of her life in this place, and her only instinct was to escape from it. “It must be today,” she decided after hugging each of her siblings to bid them a good day before their studies began. Rather than entering the staircase that would lead her to the comfort of the classroom, she departed for the road once more. The wind softly trailed behind her cotton dress, lined with the remnants of dirt from last week's unpermitted escape to the top of the hill behind her home, under the guise of a headache, to escape the young women’s meeting every fifth day of the week. Other than the Preaching Man, her singular opportunity to request an exception to her congregational bylaw’s sequence of education resided within the newly built headquarters, where the community elders decide all that is permissible, and what is condemnable. The church and the state do not separate here, for Anna, her community, and her family knew no difference between them. For this reason, minor infractions such as wearing shoes that were deemed provocative or missing too many memorization points on the weekly education report were punishable throughout the town. They likewise monitored moral violations in every visible place, such as if the opposite sexes were ever alone together or if substances of any kind outside of the Preaching Man’s supply behind his cabinet door were found. As she passed the fences lining the property, the familiar sight of her dear friend, Michael Dabrowski, could be seen walking towards her. She saw him not because she planned a rendezvous to spend time discussing ideas in a secluded location that would have both of them excommunicated from their community if they were discovered, but rather because he was detestably late for school. Beneath the summer foliage each year, the forest and the weather conspired to allow them both to remain protected behind the curtain of green for lessons of their own. They never learned the touch of the other, but they did discover every facet of the mind of who spoke back to them. Books, opinions, thoughts, and verity forbidden all were topics of conversation, each moment they spent together. Every new discovery, every new novel, and every new piece of writing he would have the courage to write amidst the world of control they were subservient to, were shared with her eagerly, not for her validation, but for her own input. “Anna Sadowski, cutting it a little close, aren’t we?” Michael snarkily remarked with a smile, knowing full well the milestone Anna would reach today on the journey to her destination. II | The Afternoon Anna tread onwards towards the revered offices of the elders, specifically the elder of the ‘Assembly of Women,’ a man, meek in nature yet firm in his belief in the tradition of The True Faith. The path equaled the distance of fifty miles in her mind, yet her legs delivered her to the entrance of the elders in barely over an hour, just as the afternoon tea was brought out. “Cream or sugar in your tea, Anna?” asked the Minister of the Assembly of Women. “Neither Minister, thank you,” replied Anna as the weary-eyed secretary handed the Minister his cup and handed Anna hers. “Thoughtful piety to avoid sugar, young lady, even though we offer it here to our guests. I myself am partial to a treat of it on occasion when offered,” revealed the Minister. Within this moment, Anna knew two things to be truthful. The first truth is that these comments made by the elders during interactions with congregants are a known occurrence for the purpose of enabling the other party to think they are in a safe space to share information openly without judgment. Considering she is sitting in the Minister’s office, the day before she ages to sixteen, in an unplanned meeting, there are numerous pieces of information he must be searching for in her, therefore, her “Next answer should be equally as strategic to remind him that he has the authority to overrule this bylaw and allow me to stay in school,” she thought. The second truth is that the rest of her community had been told for years that sugar is a danger to the flesh and to avoid it entirely, and judging by the wrappers she saw in the trash bin, all that has been intercepted from the town must be here somewhere. “I promise I won’t tell,” Anna promised. A few chuckles preceded the question Anna had spent all morning until the afternoon thinking of how to answer, “So what brings you in to see us this blessed day?” questioned the Minister. “Minister, my day of birth is tomorrow, and I will be sixteen. I come here today to ask that an exception be made to permit me to stay in the upper school to continue learning until I am old enough to become a teacher as well?” Anna calmly requested, “I do not wish to enter life outside of being a student. I do not wish to learn how to run a household of my own when I see no purpose in doing so if I do not yet know all that is true and untrue in our world. I do not wish to begin adulthood with questions that have not yet been answered regarding our tradition, what we believe, and why we do. I am unable to name one star resting in the heavens above us out of fear of our beliefs that it will corrupt our minds, but I am expected to now learn how to raise up children in how they should go, according to our community. I beg of you, please will you offer an extension of my time in the upper school, and I will be the best teacher I may be,” pleaded Anna. The Minister took a sip of his sweetened tea and began to explain, “You see, Anna, given the rules we all attempt to live by, this request simply is not po…” until the Preaching Man entered the Minister’s office shouting, “What did I say about…” Enraptured by the papers in his hand, he did not recognize the presence of an additional witness to the vulnerable sight of him without a charismatic smile and jovial demeanor, as he had in public when in front of the thousands outside of this room. The face of this belief system, the head of the reverend elders, is merely a human, as is the Minister of the Assembly of Women, as is the secretary, for the Preaching Man became mortal to her in that moment, and would never be more than that to her again. “Anna, I was unaware that your family had scheduled a meeting today for you to speak with the minister. Your father reminded me earlier this week of the coming of your day of birth, tomorrow, is it? We will have to check in with Mrs…” he droned on until the Minister jumped in to nudgingly conclude the conversation by adding, “Precisely, Anna, we all will keep you in our highest thoughts for another blessed year of life. I will have my secretary show you out and accompany you back to school.” Anna stood up, deciding within her mind that she would live the life they demanded her to accept while remaining free throughout her being, but suddenly that was no longer enough. The beliefs they held corrupted faithfulness in every manner, for why else would a church request that all its members follow their relocation to a secluded land, ‘communally’ owned, while being individually operated by one man. The convictions they defend ascribe to the devaluation of a woman if she chooses to cut her hair or of a man if he chooses to own a vehicle, unless either is preferred by one man. The legality they imposed to construct a town void of justice in the face of domestic abuse or harm brought to children under the mask of religion, under the direction of one man. Her own scars bore a weight upon her chest she could no longer ignore, so Anna Sadowski simply declared, “I can not go.” No irritation, no question was further given to her by either man because they had already begun their conversation of the matters at hand, so she determined once more, “I can not go.” The Preaching Man looked to the Minister as if he awaited his input, but the Minister, in the presence of a higher authority, submitted his response to whom would later be speaking at the nightly community meeting. Following a brief, silent exchange of the papers the men held, the Preaching Man walked around the desk, “Please, Anna, sit down,” he said, “You of all people know that our community has flourished because we cooperate as a whole. There is a time and a place for questions and requests, but judging by the situation where your family is absent from this room and most likely unaware of where you are in this moment, I will guess that you are requesting something you already know will not be granted, because it goes against our principles. Am I correct?” Anna responded, “Yes, and I am here today to know why,” she began, “So that I may understand why it is that I and everyone within our community is obliged to halt our education for the rest of our lives, depending on our age. There exists beauty in the desire to run a household, as there is beauty in the conviction to learn of the world beyond this town’s legal limits. There is equal value found in the man who desires to be a father as in a woman who longs to know the names of what it is in the particles of the air that we breathe that enables us all to live. There is equal value in the woman who desires to be a mother as in a man who yearns for the opportunity for independence to pursue all the possibilities found within this world. There is a God, but he is not the god you speak of every evening to our people. The God who does exist encompasses all things surrounding us, even the names given to things I do not yet know what to call them like the chemicals of the atmosphere or the mathematics of an equation. How is so much evil seen by you all in a world where God is in every place around us? In our books, in our devotionals, in our lessons, so much has been ripped from the pages in hopes of obscuring the truth that something indeed lies beyond this place. A place where my family gives you half of all we earn, in a house that this community owns, with food that is regulated by the elders, and a system of beliefs enforced by you. I want to know why.” “Retrieve her parents,” was all the Preaching Man’s response before leaving the room, only to return for an interview of Anna’s character status with the Minister of the Assembly of Women, the Minister of Atonement, the Minister of Secondary Education, and her parents. This is what happens to those who doubt all they have been raised in, this is what happens to those who apostatize from The True Faith. Sitting in a cold office room at the headquarters of a religious community in the middle of the forest, Anna Sadowski’s interrogation was conducted to document the depth of her disloyalty to the community. She has always been a problem child from a young age, and her parents were berated for not breaking her will sooner, as all parents must be told when their child publicly states they question all they have been raised upon. The solution this time is not a beating like all the others, it is not even threatening to take away school. It is simply, to send her North to another property, owned by another church, another man. III | The Evening The evening meetings are a compulsory, daily activity that all must attend within the community. Two hours in length, they endure most evenings as the final milestone of the day before retiring to rest. The morning had been like every other for Anna Sadowski, the afternoon had been like no other for her, and this evening would prove to be beyond all her dreams could bless her with in sleep, for she would experience it awake, fully, wholeheartedly. She had done what those who are never spoken of again do. She did so without deceit, without lies, without vexation. She sought truth. The truth, so polarized by design, for she is in search of eternal truths among tactful deceivers. While her physical body will linger in the chapel this evening, her mind has already travelled five thousand kilometers away. Walking a similar path to the town, the family did so in silence. The same etiquette as always when approaching the daily meeting, chin down, eyes lowered, humble demeanor, hurried pace. Upon entering the pale, refined structure this time, her eyes examined every detail, on every face. Her hands rested on the wooden pew's curving with the arches beneath her fingertips, and found peace in the gracefulness of the carpenter’s thoughtful intention. For every moment of aging this piece of furniture endured, it enabled it to likewise be a stunning artwork for all to behold. Once she sat down next to her parents on her left, her siblings on her right, she knew someone sitting among the crowd of faithful parishioners was equally aware that his presence was thought of in return. In the time she knew would persist between the beginning and end of this service, her mind continued to drift farther than it ever had before. She knows that there is a God, and she does see Him in this place. She does not hear His name spoken from the pulpit, but in between the lines of corruption spoken of, His justice is found instead. In this secluded church, so far away from everywhere else, where all is backwards. This place is built on a doctrine produced not thousands of years ago, but rather five decades before her birth, a place where truth is obscured, for there is none apart from all that the elders believe. Why else would they sit for hours with heads bowed, hands clasped, and silenced mouths as their minds run rampant? Conspiracies, propositions, thoughts, all forbidden, scanning the crowd between yelling bouts of the Preaching Man, when those above and around her, watching, will not notice. Her eyes at last meet someone who has wandered as far as she has, in silence. Anna sees his eyes only, yet she hears his voice everywhere around her, suddenly, as if her perception deceives the daily routine they all have come to know of familiarity. Sitting in this pew alongside thousands of conforming participants in this facade they choose to dance within for the sole reason of subservience to the powerful, the wealthy, who lived here before them, who profit from them, and who desire to live on long after them. Their broad reaches of dominance will extend centuries as their predecessors did as their example, for the blueprints of these groups are nothing new upon the face of our earth, it is a replica, poorly planned, unfortunately executed, that will extinguish some, damage hundreds, destroy thousands, and impact millions if left to decimate all who lie in their path. Anna is not one of all who have written in secret at twilight, who have written along the edges of her notes in every meeting or class she participates in, for she reminded herself she exists outside of this moment she resides in by her thoughts solely. “I will write of these thoughts when I have found my freedom,” she determined now. “How else will we be capable of understanding our humanity if not for the retention of our words? They hold something no yelling, Preaching Man may convey, no elder committee may endorse, no parents may beat into us, they are ours and ours alone.” In this moment, she finds herself within, she instantly longs only for him to tell her of this secret for which they would be punished, of wanting to know what lies beyond all they see before them. She aches to say to him, “Engulfed in the written words of your hands, may I never grow weary of the beauty your mind’s eye sees in our empty world surrounding us. For the truth you speak of will eternally bring scrutiny, and I welcome its arrival. Deception, lies, and propaganda encompass the path we traverse and all who lie in our wake, so why must I suffer the existence of anything else besides the sound of your voice reciting the words you were given in your dreams preceding this very instance.” Her eyes met his, and his glance returned with goodness. A service that likely lasted hours felt as though seconds had passed before them, for so much lay ahead of their journey that they would willingly embark upon, not as lovers, not as spouses, but as dear friends to whom fidelity, honesty, and thankfulness are given sincerely. For every moment that had passed prior to this evening existed for a purpose. In part for the determination she developed to progress, and for the resolve she nurtured to find peace throughout every situation she would enter. Her goodness for her friends would never falter, but her generosity to appease would stop. Her love for her family would never cease, but her willingness to conform would end. When the Preaching Man concluded the meeting with, “You are dismissed,” Anna stood, Michael stood, and the rest of their lives began. Word Count - 4,135 #bookloversnewyearchallenge

@odesofher This literally made me start breathing heavier. Truly soul-stirring. Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.🖤🤍

Come evening, I survey the very crowd I have seen five thousand times before. How intricately the journey is reasoned by all my thoughts Perceive around my being: the kind, tender faces concealed Beneath a heightened gaze of wariness toward all who seek to Enforce our conformity, passing by thousands who crave the Same as I. Yet tomorrow, we shall conquer an unknown path, Side by side in a unique ascent of peace. Above those beneath Whom we have lived in servitude for centuries, we shall witness Our own deliverance, as our strides turn into streets, our Streets into cities, our cities into nations. Adapting our pace With devotion, observing our progress with encouragement, Resisting our handlers with conviction, supporting our people With fidelity, wandering ahead with boldness, to no end, as We navigate the hopefulness of our cityscape’s opportunity.

Come morning, I traverse the very path I have walked five thousand times Before. How simply the journey is recognized by all my eyes, Behold surrounding my figure. Of the brutalist cemented Chasms disguised by marble adorned walls, passing by Hundreds who once sought the same as I. Yet today, we Tread the same path, shoulder to shoulder in a matching Cadence of uniformity. Beneath the clouds that shield the light Of our galaxy from witnessing the iniquity of those living Below, our steps turn into blocks, our blocks into meters, our Meters into Kilometers. Adapting our pace without complaint, Observing our progress without abhorrence, silencing our Neighbors without resistance, trusting our handlers without Apprehension, walking ever further without question, to no End, as we navigate the bleakness of our cityscape’s depravity.

@eduardmsmr Dang bro, I'm glad you're okay 🤍

Yesterday I had a car accident. I was on my way home from my parents’ place when someone forgot to brake and hit my car from behind. Fortunately, I wasn’t injured. I noticed the car approaching very fast in the mirror and realized I couldn’t move either to the right or forward because there was a car stopped in front of me, so I hit the brakes hard and waited for the impact. My car is a bit damaged, but I’m grateful that I wasn’t hurt Right now I’m at my sister’s recital. She has a music school, and today she organized a Christmas recital with her students (they are children). I’m here to help her with whatever she needs. After this, I’ll leave quickly to meet my best friend, who’s coming home for the holidays, and maybe we’ll go to a club or something I’m really tired, especially since on Monday I’m planning to release @thehiddenimag but I’m grateful to be healthy. It’s going to be a long and intense weekend, but I’ll do my best to pull it off Much love to all of you!!🌹

@Fernand59754836 Hello dear friend 🤗 Sorry I'm MIA, I got socially burnt out with the many Thanksgiving-related festivities in my family and school finals on top of it.

@jaidaadiaj Hey you 🤗

What about establishing a dictionary on the blockchain? That way, no one with a personal bias and selfish interests can just go and change the meaning of a word without at least publicly acknowledging the way that the word has previously been defined and understood. The mass gaslighting that is happening around language nowadays is insane. It's not going to work - and we need to make sure we don't waste our time like this again. Given the rise of A.I., I think this is especially important. We see the way the justice system is manipulated by confusing language. Large-language-learning models have the potential to scale these kinds of problems by multiple orders of magnitude if left unguided... I just don't see how we're going to be able to continue to evolve language without accountability.

@OrthoHousewife Who??

Am I supposed to know who James Lindsay is?

@nakedpastor Straw man. 👎

This doesn’t look like a healthy parent-child relationship, right? I didn’t think so either. So why do we act like it is when the context is God? #religioustrauma

@DustyKarpenter @PageauJonathan If James was actually interested in a spirited debate, that would be another thing, and I'd be all for it for the reasons you said. That's not what was happening. It was insults, accusations, and straw-men galore. It was pointless.

@jaidaadiaj @PageauJonathan James is a Ph D math major. He's intellectually sharp and has done great work exposing the Marxian roots of "wokeness." Jonathan has done great work in the realm of spirit, "consciousness soul." They are like left/right brain. Yin/yang. They need each other. Let them fight! :)

Ok, now let's go back to the beginning of this whole mess, which was me posting an article about strange religious activities and claims at Open AI, futurism.com/openai-employe… and let me quote my original statement: "The future is religious, no one can stop that anymore. The question remaining is what that religiosity will be turned toward." It is not that I am trying to inject mysticism back into our thinking, it is already happening, fast. Now the question again is, will you whine and bitch, or will you clarify your vision enough to understand why it is happening? Because if you think you can stop it, you will find yourself put in heretic jail by a transhuman rainbow robot god.

Aaaahhh!!! ..🥺.. One of the finest curators in all the land... ✨ I'm honored for "U & I" 🥀 to be your community pick. Thank you fam 🙏🖤🤍🎼

What’re we watching? @ayokay - Clocks @packrecs - OTR - Dawn (ford. Remix) @NessyTheRilla - Twitch Freestyle @hedsDAO - hedsTAPE 17 feat. Thys @jaidaadiaj - U & I @serboynft x @HeybelaNFT - a song I'm not sure i want you to listen See our curated picks 🔽

@jaidaadiaj - U & I Composed, produced, written, and performed by Jaida Herself, the beautiful sounds captured the attention of our pass holders, who chose it as the community pick. sound.xyz/jaida/u-and-i?…

Thank you friend 🖤🤍🎼

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Gm ☕🖤🤍 Happy Thanksgiving but like also Happy X Anniversary to me...?? The app tells me I've been here in this spot for 10 years. Of course I left for like 7 years haha.. But.. yay 🎉 #MyXAnniversary

@Crittie_p Ayyye 🙌🖤🤍 Say the word Queen, I would love to!!

@jaidaadiaj Thank you Jaida!! We def gotta get you on the show soon.

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@eduardmsmr In Jamaica they have the saying "out of many, one people" 🇯🇲

We are many, yet we are one... There is beauty in diversity and inclusivity There is nothing more beautiful than seeing people from different cultures coming together, breathing life into a beautiful mosaic They made us hate each other, yet deep down in our hearts we love one another, for we are all the same Let's understand that the things that make us different from one another are the things that actually make us the same Each of us is just a portrayal of ourselves but from another culture... How would you like to be treated if you were in their shoes? How...? Think about it! Embrace the beauty of diversity! My heart beats for change, a change that through my work I wish to achieve... And yet, it's not just the change itself that will be achieved but rather planting the seed of change in more people's hearts For regardless of what each of us does, if we don't first change ourselves, then nothing will ever change We must embrace the beauty of diversity! Let's stand together! Let's remind ourselves of how beautiful other cultures and their people are! We yearn to visit more cultures, so why not embrace their people as well? Why not stand together as... We are many, yet we are one...🌹

@MetaM00 Me personally, I prefer "Excuse me ma'am, sorry to interrupt..." & then ask me what you're going to ask. "Hey beautiful/goddess" just feels too forward and cringe for me. Guys literally say that all the time. I'm always grateful for the compliment, but it's no way to stand out.

This is for the women in the world. Would you rather have a man try to pick you up with. "Hey Beautiful" or "Hey Goddess"? As a man "Hey Goddess" sounds corny but to my homegirl she wants to hear "Goddess". You?