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Ctrl+C(at) Collection 🐈‍⬛Taking inspiration from cats' easy grace and "Freedom", this collection is designed to bring a relaxed, Homey feeling into your daily life. Featuring the Black Cat as our symbol of luck, our pieces use simple, fluid lines and blurred, tonal palettes inspired by the fading light of...

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Coach Hines 🇺🇸

61,128 Aufrufe • vor 1 Monat

Unveiling the first [Redacted] ODZR Pass: Unlocks the gateway to exclusive perks and benefits for our Airdrop Campaign Phase 1. Coming Soon [April 2024] & more to be unveiled in time to come! 🔥🧵👇 READ ON! What is the ODZR Pass? The ODZR Pass is more than just a membership; it's a symbol of pioneering spirit, innovation, and genuine passion for the Bitcoin Ordinals space. Holding an ODZR Pass means you are at the forefront of our journey, contributing to and benefiting from our collective success. Why You'll Love the ODZR Pass: 🟧 Exclusive Perks and benefits for our Airdrop Campaign Phase 1 Coming Soon [April 2024] & more to be unveiled in time to come! 🟧 Limited Supply: Paying homage to the foundational 21 million Bitcoin supply, we will release a strictly limited series of 2100 ODZR Passes. Symbolizing both scarcity and significance within the Bitcoin Ordinals ecosystem. 🟧 Join a Curated Ordinals Community of Creators, Builders, Traders, and Collectors 🟧 Oh, did we mention all our ODZR Passes are CURSED? How to get a Whitelist Spot? 💾 Collaboration and partnerships are underway, check in with your relevant Ordinals community to join in exclusive giveaways. 💾 Our team will be running a series of mini-games and missions over the next few weeks on both twitter & discord! 👉 Follow us & 🔔 on Join our Discord: Don’t forget about Airdrop phase 0! Ordzaar airdrop Season 1 consists of a total of 3 phases. Phase 0 airdrop, fairly distributed, is all about rewarding resilience. Your rewards will be influenced by various parameters, with snapshot taken as of 6th March 00:00 GMT+8: - Number of inscriptions held in wallet - Fees spent on inscriptions held in wallet - Number of transactions - Number of inscriptions held before Jubilee block - Interactions with the Ordzaar platform Join us in marking this milestone and carving out your place in the Ordinals history of the largest fairdrop till date! Check and claim your allocation right now: For more Information: ▣ SEND ZAAR ▣
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Unveiling the first [Redacted] ODZR Pass: Unlocks the gateway to exclusive perks and benefits for our Airdrop Campaign Phase 1. Coming Soon [April 2024] & more to be unveiled in time to come! 🔥🧵👇 READ ON! What is the ODZR Pass? The ODZR Pass is more than just a membership; it's a symbol of pioneering spirit, innovation, and genuine passion for the Bitcoin Ordinals space. Holding an ODZR Pass means you are at the forefront of our journey, contributing to and benefiting from our collective success. Why You'll Love the ODZR Pass: 🟧 Exclusive Perks and benefits for our Airdrop Campaign Phase 1 Coming Soon [April 2024] & more to be unveiled in time to come! 🟧 Limited Supply: Paying homage to the foundational 21 million Bitcoin supply, we will release a strictly limited series of 2100 ODZR Passes. Symbolizing both scarcity and significance within the Bitcoin Ordinals ecosystem. 🟧 Join a Curated Ordinals Community of Creators, Builders, Traders, and Collectors 🟧 Oh, did we mention all our ODZR Passes are CURSED? How to get a Whitelist Spot? 💾 Collaboration and partnerships are underway, check in with your relevant Ordinals community to join in exclusive giveaways. 💾 Our team will be running a series of mini-games and missions over the next few weeks on both twitter & discord! 👉 Follow us & 🔔 on Join our Discord: Don’t forget about Airdrop phase 0! Ordzaar airdrop Season 1 consists of a total of 3 phases. Phase 0 airdrop, fairly distributed, is all about rewarding resilience. Your rewards will be influenced by various parameters, with snapshot taken as of 6th March 00:00 GMT+8: - Number of inscriptions held in wallet - Fees spent on inscriptions held in wallet - Number of transactions - Number of inscriptions held before Jubilee block - Interactions with the Ordzaar platform Join us in marking this milestone and carving out your place in the Ordinals history of the largest fairdrop till date! Check and claim your allocation right now: For more Information: ▣ SEND ZAAR ▣

Ordzaar

240,755 Aufrufe • vor 2 Jahren

It’s hard to believe we're on the final day of our campaign to save the farm and keep our special Esther Magic in Campbellville with Operation Angels. In just two short months, we've raised over half a million dollars to help bring this dream to life. Although we haven't hit our goal yet, what we've achieved is incredible. With over 6,100 contributors from 39 countries totaling over $560,000, this is a global affair in typical Esther fashion. This project is designed to generate revenue to support sanctuaries and rescue organizations and serve as a model for revenue-generating programs at existing facilities. What sets us apart is our approach to drawing revenue from a new demographic to ease the pressure on current donors and an educational program to better equip animal organizations for the challenges they face. This project represents everything Esther stood for: kindness, compassion, inclusion, and support. I can't think of a better way to honor her and the community of like-minded people who make our little corner of the internet unique. The campaign will remain active until 4 am ET on August 1st, so we have less than 17 hours to give it our best and finish strong. To anyone who hasn't contributed, I hope you’ll consider doing so today because we could certainly use your help. We may not reach our goal, and that’s okay. Don’t be discouraged. It just means we keep going because come hell or high water, we’re going back to Campbellville. Thank you to everyone who has contributed so far and to everyone who has liked, shared, and commented on campaign posts these last two months. You have all played a critical role, and I am eternally grateful for your support and encouragement. It is an honor and a privilege to be part of this project with all of you. It represents the end of an era and the start of a new and exciting one. We’re going to do amazing things together, and I can't wait to get back to work. See you all live tonight for our final campaign Garden Chat at 6:30 PM ET. xoxo Steve.
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It’s hard to believe we're on the final day of our campaign to save the farm and keep our special Esther Magic in Campbellville with Operation Angels. In just two short months, we've raised over half a million dollars to help bring this dream to life. Although we haven't hit our goal yet, what we've achieved is incredible. With over 6,100 contributors from 39 countries totaling over $560,000, this is a global affair in typical Esther fashion. This project is designed to generate revenue to support sanctuaries and rescue organizations and serve as a model for revenue-generating programs at existing facilities. What sets us apart is our approach to drawing revenue from a new demographic to ease the pressure on current donors and an educational program to better equip animal organizations for the challenges they face. This project represents everything Esther stood for: kindness, compassion, inclusion, and support. I can't think of a better way to honor her and the community of like-minded people who make our little corner of the internet unique. The campaign will remain active until 4 am ET on August 1st, so we have less than 17 hours to give it our best and finish strong. To anyone who hasn't contributed, I hope you’ll consider doing so today because we could certainly use your help. We may not reach our goal, and that’s okay. Don’t be discouraged. It just means we keep going because come hell or high water, we’re going back to Campbellville. Thank you to everyone who has contributed so far and to everyone who has liked, shared, and commented on campaign posts these last two months. You have all played a critical role, and I am eternally grateful for your support and encouragement. It is an honor and a privilege to be part of this project with all of you. It represents the end of an era and the start of a new and exciting one. We’re going to do amazing things together, and I can't wait to get back to work. See you all live tonight for our final campaign Garden Chat at 6:30 PM ET. xoxo Steve.

Esther TheWonder Pig

11,759 Aufrufe • vor 2 Jahren

Citizens of Slippery Rock, friends, family, and supporters, Despite the tens of thousands of dollars of outsider money and the multitude of outside influence spent on us, WE WON! For a 3rd consecutive time, you’ve placed your trust in me and I am eternally grateful. In this victory, we celebrate not just a victory, but a shared commitment to keeping Slippery Rock the strong, vibrant community we’ve buikt togrther over the past 8 years.. First and foremost, I want to thank God for His blessings and protection To my incredible wife and our beautiful daughter: you are my rock, my inspiration, and the reason I fight every day to make this town and this nation better for families like ours. Your strength in enduring the assaults and quiet sacrifices inspires me to strength. To my parents, who instilled in me the values of hard work and service, and to the brave men and women I served with in the United States Marine Corps—your sacrifices remind me that faith, family, and freedom are worth defending. To the volunteers, the door-knockers, the sign-wavers, and everyone who believed in our vision: you made this possible. Your energy and dedication turned passion into action. This victory is truly yours and I’m humbled to be your conduit for it. From the halls of Slippery Rock University, where I earned my degrees and where so many young minds are shaped, to our local businesses, parks, and neighborhoods, we’ve accomplished so much since 2018. We’ve revitalized our downtown, supported our first responders, and fostered unprecedented economic growth while erasing nearly $1,000,000 of debt and never raising your taxes. But we’re Not. Done. Yet. In the coming term, we’ll continue to prioritize safe streets, strong economy, and opportunities for all. We’ll stand firm on the principles upon which our great nation was built while protecting our freedoms, supporting our veterans, and ensuring that Slippery Rock remains a place where hard work pays off and families thrive. We’ll continue to tackle infrastructure challenges, boost tourism around our university and natural beauty, and make sure every voice is heard. To Butler County and beyond: Slippery Rock has and will continue to lead from the front and by example. So here’s to our bright future. Together, we’ll Keep Slippery Rock Great. May God bless you all, May God bless Slippery Rock, and May God bless the United States of America.
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Citizens of Slippery Rock, friends, family, and supporters, Despite the tens of thousands of dollars of outsider money and the multitude of outside influence spent on us, WE WON! For a 3rd consecutive time, you’ve placed your trust in me and I am eternally grateful. In this victory, we celebrate not just a victory, but a shared commitment to keeping Slippery Rock the strong, vibrant community we’ve buikt togrther over the past 8 years.. First and foremost, I want to thank God for His blessings and protection To my incredible wife and our beautiful daughter: you are my rock, my inspiration, and the reason I fight every day to make this town and this nation better for families like ours. Your strength in enduring the assaults and quiet sacrifices inspires me to strength. To my parents, who instilled in me the values of hard work and service, and to the brave men and women I served with in the United States Marine Corps—your sacrifices remind me that faith, family, and freedom are worth defending. To the volunteers, the door-knockers, the sign-wavers, and everyone who believed in our vision: you made this possible. Your energy and dedication turned passion into action. This victory is truly yours and I’m humbled to be your conduit for it. From the halls of Slippery Rock University, where I earned my degrees and where so many young minds are shaped, to our local businesses, parks, and neighborhoods, we’ve accomplished so much since 2018. We’ve revitalized our downtown, supported our first responders, and fostered unprecedented economic growth while erasing nearly $1,000,000 of debt and never raising your taxes. But we’re Not. Done. Yet. In the coming term, we’ll continue to prioritize safe streets, strong economy, and opportunities for all. We’ll stand firm on the principles upon which our great nation was built while protecting our freedoms, supporting our veterans, and ensuring that Slippery Rock remains a place where hard work pays off and families thrive. We’ll continue to tackle infrastructure challenges, boost tourism around our university and natural beauty, and make sure every voice is heard. To Butler County and beyond: Slippery Rock has and will continue to lead from the front and by example. So here’s to our bright future. Together, we’ll Keep Slippery Rock Great. May God bless you all, May God bless Slippery Rock, and May God bless the United States of America.

Jondavid “JD” Longo

21,479 Aufrufe • vor 8 Monaten

My home was a magical place. Only ashes remain. The outpouring of support from community has been monumental and every message, donation, gesture has truly been food for me these last few days. We’ve got a long road ahead of us. We evacuated with only the clothes on our backs so we truly have nothing left. My art, my jewelry, my clothing, my books, my photos - everything curated and collected in my material in my life is now gone, including the home we had poured everything into to buy in the first place. We are underinsured, it will be a battle. Sobering. Hard. Life-Changing. But… I want everyone to remember its beauty and optimism, the joy the disco cabin brought me and so many others who gathered here. At this exact time last year - Punks came together at my home as the sunset kissed the ocean in a sky of pink, sweet tunes drifting over us with tacos in hand. And perhaps there is also something poetic in this total loss, a silver lining I will find one day? This moment was framed to me as the beginning of a new “hero’s journey” and being a lover of Joseph Campbell - and that concept feels true. 🐦‍🔥 “We're in a freefall into future. We don't know where we're going. Things are changing so fast, and always when you're going through a long tunnel, anxiety comes along. And all you have to do to transform your hell into a paradise is to turn your fall into a voluntary act. It's a very interesting shift of perspective and that's all it is... joyful participation in the sorrows and everything changes.”
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My home was a magical place. Only ashes remain. The outpouring of support from community has been monumental and every message, donation, gesture has truly been food for me these last few days. We’ve got a long road ahead of us. We evacuated with only the clothes on our backs so we truly have nothing left. My art, my jewelry, my clothing, my books, my photos - everything curated and collected in my material in my life is now gone, including the home we had poured everything into to buy in the first place. We are underinsured, it will be a battle. Sobering. Hard. Life-Changing. But… I want everyone to remember its beauty and optimism, the joy the disco cabin brought me and so many others who gathered here. At this exact time last year - Punks came together at my home as the sunset kissed the ocean in a sky of pink, sweet tunes drifting over us with tacos in hand. And perhaps there is also something poetic in this total loss, a silver lining I will find one day? This moment was framed to me as the beginning of a new “hero’s journey” and being a lover of Joseph Campbell - and that concept feels true. 🐦‍🔥 “We're in a freefall into future. We don't know where we're going. Things are changing so fast, and always when you're going through a long tunnel, anxiety comes along. And all you have to do to transform your hell into a paradise is to turn your fall into a voluntary act. It's a very interesting shift of perspective and that's all it is... joyful participation in the sorrows and everything changes.”

STONE

573,801 Aufrufe • vor 1 Jahr

gm, so a bit of a look ahead for BRAINROT COMMUNITY BUILDING > TRIALS > BURNS this weekend we launched the discord, working on the community API(CPI) for community members to start building whatever they want. Looking to launch the CPI early this week. working on the next big release which will be the agentic trials. each token gets trialled by a team of agents and receives metadata tags as a result. Trials will be replayable and viewable for every token. The metadata will serve a function when burning (more on that later) after the trials we will launch THE LAB which will be a place where you can manage your burns and modifying your remaining BRAINROTS after burns. This period right now is for building the community, and accumulating BRAINROTS. I have been talking about a few of these things in our private channels at greater depth, and will talk more about them in the near future. The plan for BRAINROT is to have the community have agency, choice and an active role in shaping the collection through burns, modifications and re-rolls. These will unlock new body types, new fashion and new accessory types and even more diversity into the collection. There will also be an option for creating legendaries which are custom designed either by me or an artist of your choice where possible. These will come at a great cost in burns though. It's been amazing seeing this community starting to grow, and if you have been on the outside looking in, don't worry, you are still very early, there is so much more to come. join us and rot your brains.
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gm, so a bit of a look ahead for BRAINROT COMMUNITY BUILDING > TRIALS > BURNS this weekend we launched the discord, working on the community API(CPI) for community members to start building whatever they want. Looking to launch the CPI early this week. working on the next big release which will be the agentic trials. each token gets trialled by a team of agents and receives metadata tags as a result. Trials will be replayable and viewable for every token. The metadata will serve a function when burning (more on that later) after the trials we will launch THE LAB which will be a place where you can manage your burns and modifying your remaining BRAINROTS after burns. This period right now is for building the community, and accumulating BRAINROTS. I have been talking about a few of these things in our private channels at greater depth, and will talk more about them in the near future. The plan for BRAINROT is to have the community have agency, choice and an active role in shaping the collection through burns, modifications and re-rolls. These will unlock new body types, new fashion and new accessory types and even more diversity into the collection. There will also be an option for creating legendaries which are custom designed either by me or an artist of your choice where possible. These will come at a great cost in burns though. It's been amazing seeing this community starting to grow, and if you have been on the outside looking in, don't worry, you are still very early, there is so much more to come. join us and rot your brains.

Nuclear Samurai

16,710 Aufrufe • vor 1 Monat

A classic case of acute stress reaction is apathy. Our fighter in the video, after several days of participating in assault operations, experiences one of the types of acute stress reactions - apathy. Such a state can manifest itself after a strong nervous psychological shock. The main symptom is that the person goes into a semi-trance state and withdraws into himself. At such moments, it is imperative to bring the victim to himself. You should address him exclusively by name. Ask simple everyday questions, such as: tie your shoelaces, need to change clothes, etc. Such phrases will allow the person to feel safe, remember who he is, distance himself from the stressful moments he has experienced, and shift the focus of attention from his internal experiences to himself in the present. After bringing the person to his senses, you should not give him a weapon for at least 2-3 days. And then you must hand the person over to doctors. Because further recovery involves taking relaxants, sedatives. A healthy, sound sleep is also necessary. Preferably 2-3 days. In the future, you will need consultations with a psychologist. It is important to note that help is required from a psychologist, not a psychiatrist. 🇷🇺 [ X: Elizaveta Igorevna 🇷🇺 🇷🇺 ] 🇷🇺 [TG : ] 🇷🇺 [ARBAT : ]
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A classic case of acute stress reaction is apathy. Our fighter in the video, after several days of participating in assault operations, experiences one of the types of acute stress reactions - apathy. Such a state can manifest itself after a strong nervous psychological shock. The main symptom is that the person goes into a semi-trance state and withdraws into himself. At such moments, it is imperative to bring the victim to himself. You should address him exclusively by name. Ask simple everyday questions, such as: tie your shoelaces, need to change clothes, etc. Such phrases will allow the person to feel safe, remember who he is, distance himself from the stressful moments he has experienced, and shift the focus of attention from his internal experiences to himself in the present. After bringing the person to his senses, you should not give him a weapon for at least 2-3 days. And then you must hand the person over to doctors. Because further recovery involves taking relaxants, sedatives. A healthy, sound sleep is also necessary. Preferably 2-3 days. In the future, you will need consultations with a psychologist. It is important to note that help is required from a psychologist, not a psychiatrist. 🇷🇺 [ X: Elizaveta Igorevna 🇷🇺 🇷🇺 ] 🇷🇺 [TG : ] 🇷🇺 [ARBAT : ]

Elizaveta Igorevna 🇷🇺 🇷🇺

43,599 Aufrufe • vor 1 Jahr

Lads. Sit down and give me your ear a while, for I have watched from the water long enough and the hour is upon us whether we have the stomach for it or not. You remember. Or your fathers told you, or their fathers did, and the knowledge of it is in the marrow of you whether you drew breath in those days or not. The moors in the grey hour before dawn. Wet heather soft under the boot. Peat smoke rising from a low stone chimney a mile out across the bog, thin as a prayer. A sky the colour of a gun barrel and the gulls lamenting above the headland. The smell of turf burning, and wet wool, and the ferrous tang of the sea when the wind swung around out of the Atlantic and put the taste of iron on your tongue. A man could walk that land and know every stone of it was his by inheritance, because his grandfather had broken his back upon it, and his grandfather before him, back through the generations until you reach men whose names are lost and whose bones are in the soil you are standing on. The potato fields. God be good to us, the potato fields. Lazy beds cut straight as a gunwale, the ridges black and shining after a night of rain, women bent double with creels lashed to their backs and the children at their skirts, drawing the crop up by the hand for there was never any other means devised nor wanted. Hands split open at the knuckles and never entirely healed in this life. Hunger within living memory. Grandmothers who had seen the blight with their own eyes and would not speak of it from the year of it until the day they were laid down, save that a crust was kept always on the dresser which no soul in that house was permitted to touch. Not ever. Not for any reason under heaven. And the chimney sweeps. Wee lads no heavier than a sack of meal, black to the bone with soot, their lungs ruined before they were old enough to marry and old men entirely by thirty. Up the flues at first light, the skin worn off them by the brick, eyes crimson at the rim, breathing the black in with every draw of air. And the coal miners a half mile beneath our feet, down in the wet dark, the roof of the world muttering over their heads, the canary gone silent, a man's whole existence measured out in the shilling a ton and the dust he carried home in his chest to cough up of a Sunday morning into a rag. Fathers who descended and were never hauled up again. Widows at the pit head with the shawl drawn over the head and no tears remaining in them for they had spent those long ago. That was the tariff paid to keep the hearth lit. That was the reckoning of being warm in winter in the Ireland that was. And after the labouring week, Friday evening, and a man had earned the peace of what followed. Home first. Peeled the day off him in the yard. A shower of ice cold moor river water out of a tin bucket punctured with holes, hung on a nail on the gable wall, the water running clean down the back of him and carrying the week's dust and sweat away into the drain. Scrubbed till the skin was pink beneath the grime. Clean shirt laid out by the wife. The hair combed down with a drop of water. Then, and only then, did a man set himself to the table. A meat pie from the baker, tenpence if he was known to you, a shilling and no change if he was not, put down upon a proper plate. Fish and chips for threepence, the salt and vinegar soaked through the newspaper, but carried home and ate slowly at your own table with your people around you, not walked with through the streets like some vagrant tinker off the road. A man ate as a man who had earned his portion, for he had. And later, with the dishes cleared and the kettle set, down the road to the tavern. Low beams black with a century of smoke. A turf fire muttering in the grate. The air thick with pipe smoke and the vapour of wet overcoats steaming themselves dry on the backs of chairs. A pint of stout, cold and black as a cove at midnight, elevenpence laid down on the counter, a head on it thick enough to strike a match upon. A second one because you had it coming to you and no man present would dispute it. A fiddle starting up in the corner of its own accord. The old men in the snug who remembered matters the history books had long since mislaid. A song before the bolt was thrown on the door. The walk home beneath a firmament crowded with stars, the stout warm in the gut of you, the week behind you, and your own door waiting with the latch unlocked for you had no enemies in that parish. That was the country. That was the covenant. Honest labour, plain food, a cold wash, a hot meal, a cold pint, your own tongue in your own mouth, your own soil beneath your boots, and no man standing above you save the Almighty Himself. Now regard her. Regard her close. The fields disposed of to men who have never set foot upon them and never shall. The harbours signed away by the stroke of a pen in a room you were not admitted to, and foreign keels dragging out of our waters the living that sustained this island for a thousand years, while our own boats rot at their moorings for want of a quota. The tradesmen undercut by imported labour and imported goods. The shops shuttered along every main street from Donegal to Cork. The young ones scattered to London and Sydney and Boston and the Gulf because there is nothing remaining for them beneath their own roof. And the entirety of this rotten arrangement dressed up in the soft mannerly language of progress by men in towers of glass who could not tell a lazy bed from a grave, nor a trawler from a tugboat, nor an honest day's work from a pension plan. And now they arrive with the next imposition. A digital identity. A number assigned to each soul. A card required to buy your bread. A code required to draw your own earnings out of your own account. A file kept on every man, woman and child from the cradle forward. Permission asked to move. Permission asked to speak. Permission asked to earn. A levy upon every breath drawn and a regulation upon every step taken. No. And no again. And no for a third time so there is no misunderstanding of it. We do not require your digital identity. We did not request it. We did not vote upon it. We do not consent to it. We do not need your permission to exist upon the soil our forefathers are buried in. We are a free people. We have carried ourselves this far upon our own two backs. Through famine and empire and civil war and black lung and blight and the emigrant ship out of Cobh, we have come this distance under our own steam, and the arrangement appears to be serving us well enough without your intervention. We buried our own. We fed our own. We raised our own roofs and took our own fish and reared our own children in our own tongue. We are in your debt for nothing. Not a signature. Not a biometric scan. Not a single solitary inch. And while we are upon the subject, let us speak plainly of the tax man, for he has gone too long without proper introduction. The tax collector and the tax man are the one article under two names, and the article is a parasite. There is no dressing it up finer than that. A man who produces nothing, who grows nothing, who catches nothing, who builds nothing, who mends nothing, who has never in his professional life lifted anything heavier than a pen, and who arrives at your door with the full apparatus of the state at his back to carry off the fruits of labour he did not perform. He is a middleman between your sweat and some scheme dreamt up in a committee room by his own kind, and the great majority of what he takes is consumed by the machinery of the taking itself before ever a penny of it reaches the road or the hospital or the schoolhouse he claims to be funding. And I will go further while I have the floor. Finance itself, the whole apparatus of it, money breeding money in the dark without a hand laid upon a tool or a spade turned in the earth, is slavery dressed in a good suit. It is the oldest swindle known to man and it has never been anything other. A man who produces nothing yet lives off the productive labour of others through the charging of interest upon money conjured out of nothing is a parasite of a rarer and more refined order than the tax man, but a parasite all the same, and between the pair of them they have the working people of this island bled white and lectured at for the pleasure. A man who will not work with his hands, nor with his back, nor with his mind at some honest problem of the real physical world, is no man that I recognise. He is a ledger entry in a suit. The country was not built by ledger entries. The country was built by farmers and fishermen and masons and smiths and sweeps and miners and shipwrights and midwives and mothers, and those are the people whose say should carry in her councils, and no other. Here is what I put to you. Let each man and woman of this island direct the first tenth of their earnings themselves, by their own judgement, to the purpose they see as worthy. The school down the road. The lifeboat station. The hospice. The widow on the corner. The roof of the chapel. The harbour wall. Whatever it may be. Let the people who earned the money decide where the money travels. You will find the roads mended and the ports dredged and the schools standing and the old ones cared for inside of five years, and done better and for less, because the hand that earned the coin knows the weight of it and will not squander it upon consultants and committees. And let us have done with the paper currency and the numbers in a screen that can be frozen at the whim of a clerk in a tower. Bring back the coin. Gold for the great transactions. Silver for the weekly commerce of a working life. Copper for the small change of the day. Metal you can bite. Metal you can weigh. Metal that cannot be conjured out of nothing by a keystroke, nor erased out of existence by another. Real money for real labour. A coin in the hand is a free man's wage. A number in a database is a collar around a free man's neck, and they are fitting that collar now while we stand arguing over the colour of it. Feel it in your gut. That is not nothing. That is your blood relating to you what your ears will not hear. That is every forebear who starved and fought and coughed the black dust into a rag and descended the shaft regardless, standing at your shoulder and saying no further. Not one more field. Not one more harbour. Not one more son upon a plane. Not one more free man converted into a number in a ledger for the convenience of the parasites. This is the hour. Make no error about it. Ireland is redeemed in this generation or she is lost beyond recovery, and every true son and daughter of her knows it in the marrow. There is no middle ground remaining. There is no waiting it out. There is standing now, upon your own two feet, or there is watching her go under the waves for the last and final time. So stand. Stand with your farmers. Stand with your fishermen. Stand with your tradesmen and your miners and your sweeps and your mothers and your old ones. Raise the tricolour. Speak the tongue. Walk the land. Hold the line in the streets of every town and city and do not break it, for they are relying upon you to break and to go home and to forget by Tuesday. She is calling her children home. Every stone of her, every breaker on her western shore, every acre of wet heather and every coal in every hearth the length and breadth of her is calling. Answer her. Take her back. Every field, every harbour, every last inch of her. Take her back, or lose her entirely. There is no third road open to us.
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Lads. Sit down and give me your ear a while, for I have watched from the water long enough and the hour is upon us whether we have the stomach for it or not. You remember. Or your fathers told you, or their fathers did, and the knowledge of it is in the marrow of you whether you drew breath in those days or not. The moors in the grey hour before dawn. Wet heather soft under the boot. Peat smoke rising from a low stone chimney a mile out across the bog, thin as a prayer. A sky the colour of a gun barrel and the gulls lamenting above the headland. The smell of turf burning, and wet wool, and the ferrous tang of the sea when the wind swung around out of the Atlantic and put the taste of iron on your tongue. A man could walk that land and know every stone of it was his by inheritance, because his grandfather had broken his back upon it, and his grandfather before him, back through the generations until you reach men whose names are lost and whose bones are in the soil you are standing on. The potato fields. God be good to us, the potato fields. Lazy beds cut straight as a gunwale, the ridges black and shining after a night of rain, women bent double with creels lashed to their backs and the children at their skirts, drawing the crop up by the hand for there was never any other means devised nor wanted. Hands split open at the knuckles and never entirely healed in this life. Hunger within living memory. Grandmothers who had seen the blight with their own eyes and would not speak of it from the year of it until the day they were laid down, save that a crust was kept always on the dresser which no soul in that house was permitted to touch. Not ever. Not for any reason under heaven. And the chimney sweeps. Wee lads no heavier than a sack of meal, black to the bone with soot, their lungs ruined before they were old enough to marry and old men entirely by thirty. Up the flues at first light, the skin worn off them by the brick, eyes crimson at the rim, breathing the black in with every draw of air. And the coal miners a half mile beneath our feet, down in the wet dark, the roof of the world muttering over their heads, the canary gone silent, a man's whole existence measured out in the shilling a ton and the dust he carried home in his chest to cough up of a Sunday morning into a rag. Fathers who descended and were never hauled up again. Widows at the pit head with the shawl drawn over the head and no tears remaining in them for they had spent those long ago. That was the tariff paid to keep the hearth lit. That was the reckoning of being warm in winter in the Ireland that was. And after the labouring week, Friday evening, and a man had earned the peace of what followed. Home first. Peeled the day off him in the yard. A shower of ice cold moor river water out of a tin bucket punctured with holes, hung on a nail on the gable wall, the water running clean down the back of him and carrying the week's dust and sweat away into the drain. Scrubbed till the skin was pink beneath the grime. Clean shirt laid out by the wife. The hair combed down with a drop of water. Then, and only then, did a man set himself to the table. A meat pie from the baker, tenpence if he was known to you, a shilling and no change if he was not, put down upon a proper plate. Fish and chips for threepence, the salt and vinegar soaked through the newspaper, but carried home and ate slowly at your own table with your people around you, not walked with through the streets like some vagrant tinker off the road. A man ate as a man who had earned his portion, for he had. And later, with the dishes cleared and the kettle set, down the road to the tavern. Low beams black with a century of smoke. A turf fire muttering in the grate. The air thick with pipe smoke and the vapour of wet overcoats steaming themselves dry on the backs of chairs. A pint of stout, cold and black as a cove at midnight, elevenpence laid down on the counter, a head on it thick enough to strike a match upon. A second one because you had it coming to you and no man present would dispute it. A fiddle starting up in the corner of its own accord. The old men in the snug who remembered matters the history books had long since mislaid. A song before the bolt was thrown on the door. The walk home beneath a firmament crowded with stars, the stout warm in the gut of you, the week behind you, and your own door waiting with the latch unlocked for you had no enemies in that parish. That was the country. That was the covenant. Honest labour, plain food, a cold wash, a hot meal, a cold pint, your own tongue in your own mouth, your own soil beneath your boots, and no man standing above you save the Almighty Himself. Now regard her. Regard her close. The fields disposed of to men who have never set foot upon them and never shall. The harbours signed away by the stroke of a pen in a room you were not admitted to, and foreign keels dragging out of our waters the living that sustained this island for a thousand years, while our own boats rot at their moorings for want of a quota. The tradesmen undercut by imported labour and imported goods. The shops shuttered along every main street from Donegal to Cork. The young ones scattered to London and Sydney and Boston and the Gulf because there is nothing remaining for them beneath their own roof. And the entirety of this rotten arrangement dressed up in the soft mannerly language of progress by men in towers of glass who could not tell a lazy bed from a grave, nor a trawler from a tugboat, nor an honest day's work from a pension plan. And now they arrive with the next imposition. A digital identity. A number assigned to each soul. A card required to buy your bread. A code required to draw your own earnings out of your own account. A file kept on every man, woman and child from the cradle forward. Permission asked to move. Permission asked to speak. Permission asked to earn. A levy upon every breath drawn and a regulation upon every step taken. No. And no again. And no for a third time so there is no misunderstanding of it. We do not require your digital identity. We did not request it. We did not vote upon it. We do not consent to it. We do not need your permission to exist upon the soil our forefathers are buried in. We are a free people. We have carried ourselves this far upon our own two backs. Through famine and empire and civil war and black lung and blight and the emigrant ship out of Cobh, we have come this distance under our own steam, and the arrangement appears to be serving us well enough without your intervention. We buried our own. We fed our own. We raised our own roofs and took our own fish and reared our own children in our own tongue. We are in your debt for nothing. Not a signature. Not a biometric scan. Not a single solitary inch. And while we are upon the subject, let us speak plainly of the tax man, for he has gone too long without proper introduction. The tax collector and the tax man are the one article under two names, and the article is a parasite. There is no dressing it up finer than that. A man who produces nothing, who grows nothing, who catches nothing, who builds nothing, who mends nothing, who has never in his professional life lifted anything heavier than a pen, and who arrives at your door with the full apparatus of the state at his back to carry off the fruits of labour he did not perform. He is a middleman between your sweat and some scheme dreamt up in a committee room by his own kind, and the great majority of what he takes is consumed by the machinery of the taking itself before ever a penny of it reaches the road or the hospital or the schoolhouse he claims to be funding. And I will go further while I have the floor. Finance itself, the whole apparatus of it, money breeding money in the dark without a hand laid upon a tool or a spade turned in the earth, is slavery dressed in a good suit. It is the oldest swindle known to man and it has never been anything other. A man who produces nothing yet lives off the productive labour of others through the charging of interest upon money conjured out of nothing is a parasite of a rarer and more refined order than the tax man, but a parasite all the same, and between the pair of them they have the working people of this island bled white and lectured at for the pleasure. A man who will not work with his hands, nor with his back, nor with his mind at some honest problem of the real physical world, is no man that I recognise. He is a ledger entry in a suit. The country was not built by ledger entries. The country was built by farmers and fishermen and masons and smiths and sweeps and miners and shipwrights and midwives and mothers, and those are the people whose say should carry in her councils, and no other. Here is what I put to you. Let each man and woman of this island direct the first tenth of their earnings themselves, by their own judgement, to the purpose they see as worthy. The school down the road. The lifeboat station. The hospice. The widow on the corner. The roof of the chapel. The harbour wall. Whatever it may be. Let the people who earned the money decide where the money travels. You will find the roads mended and the ports dredged and the schools standing and the old ones cared for inside of five years, and done better and for less, because the hand that earned the coin knows the weight of it and will not squander it upon consultants and committees. And let us have done with the paper currency and the numbers in a screen that can be frozen at the whim of a clerk in a tower. Bring back the coin. Gold for the great transactions. Silver for the weekly commerce of a working life. Copper for the small change of the day. Metal you can bite. Metal you can weigh. Metal that cannot be conjured out of nothing by a keystroke, nor erased out of existence by another. Real money for real labour. A coin in the hand is a free man's wage. A number in a database is a collar around a free man's neck, and they are fitting that collar now while we stand arguing over the colour of it. Feel it in your gut. That is not nothing. That is your blood relating to you what your ears will not hear. That is every forebear who starved and fought and coughed the black dust into a rag and descended the shaft regardless, standing at your shoulder and saying no further. Not one more field. Not one more harbour. Not one more son upon a plane. Not one more free man converted into a number in a ledger for the convenience of the parasites. This is the hour. Make no error about it. Ireland is redeemed in this generation or she is lost beyond recovery, and every true son and daughter of her knows it in the marrow. There is no middle ground remaining. There is no waiting it out. There is standing now, upon your own two feet, or there is watching her go under the waves for the last and final time. So stand. Stand with your farmers. Stand with your fishermen. Stand with your tradesmen and your miners and your sweeps and your mothers and your old ones. Raise the tricolour. Speak the tongue. Walk the land. Hold the line in the streets of every town and city and do not break it, for they are relying upon you to break and to go home and to forget by Tuesday. She is calling her children home. Every stone of her, every breaker on her western shore, every acre of wet heather and every coal in every hearth the length and breadth of her is calling. Answer her. Take her back. Every field, every harbour, every last inch of her. Take her back, or lose her entirely. There is no third road open to us.

SiriusB

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🔊Church: WE ARE AT THE END, and we need to push back like never before. Let’s pray like we have NEVER PRAYED BEFORE! Lord, 🕊️ We come to You in the name of Jesus — not in our own strength, but covered by the blood of the Lamb! Today we lay at Your feet every burden we have been carrying: the weight of the lies of this world, the intense spiritual warfare, and now the powerful "alien" deception we are up against! The wars and rumors of wars, the waiting, the pain, the wounds, the fear, the anxiety, the uncertainty! The constant attacks against our minds, our families, our marriages, our health, and our faith! 🛸Father, the enemy has risen with more lies and deception! Even those in authority are speaking confusion, mixing truth and error, clouding discernment of many in your Church. False prophets continue to speak with seducing words, as the world continues the pursue of false peace—but Your Word has warned us that these things would come! So today we put on the WHOLE ARMOR OF GOD AND WE STAND STRONG refusing every trap and every lie! 👉🏼We gird our waists with TRUTH! 👉🏼We clothe ourselves with the breastplate of RIGHTEOUSNESS! 👉🏼We shod our feet with the preparation of the gospel of PEACE! 👉🏼Above all, we take up the shield of faith and quench every fiery dart of the wicked one! 👉🏼We put on the helmet of salvation! 👉🏼And we take up the sword of the Spirit — which is the WORD OF GOD! 👉🏼"Praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, being watchful to this end with all perseverance and supplication for all the saints!" ⚫We acknowledge that we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, powers, rulers of darkness, and spiritual hosts of wickedness in heavenly places! 👆🏼And we declare that GREATER IS HE WHO IS IN US THAN HE WHO IS IN THE WORLD! 🩸IN THE NAME OF JESUS CHRIST — by the power of His blood and under the authority You have given us — we break and dismantle every stronghold that is trying to operate against our minds, our hearts, and our wills! 💣Every spirit of DECEPTION, heaviness, fear, weariness, discouragement, depression, hopelessness, confusion, bondage, strife, and unforgiveness — WE COMMAND THEM TO LEAVE RIGHT NOW IN JESUS’ NAME! ❌WE RENOUNCE every lie spoken over and against us! Every narrative that seeks to destroy the Word of God in us, every voice of doubt, failure, accusation, and condemnation — and ALL fear rooted in uncertainty about the future! ⚔️We cast down lies, arguments, and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God, and we bring every thought into captivity to the obedience of Christ! 💥Lord, please break the lies of this world! Expose the darkness! Tear down every throne of deceit! 🛡️With the sword of truth in our hands — WE PRESS FORWARD! With the shield of faith lifted high — WE STAND STRONG!!! LORD, EXPOSE EVERY: 💥false narrative! 💥every false gospel! 💥every doctrine of demons! 💥every counterfeit spirit! 💥every wolf! 💥every goat! 💥every false teacher pretending to speak in Your name!!! ❌Silence the voices that twist Your truth! Awaken Your church and give us CLEAR MINDS and HOLY DISCERNMENT!!! 🩸Purify Your bride, Lord! 🩸Burn away compromise! 🩸Destroy lukewarmness! 🩸Cut away every idol and every hidden deception! 🩸Guard Your flock with heavenly armor! 🩸Raise up watchmen on the walls! 🩸Raise up shepherds who will not bow to deception! 🔬Teach Your people to test the spirits, to stand bold, to speak truth, and to REFUSE TO COMPROMISE! ⚡Let Your Word strike like lightning — dividing truth from error! FATHER, WE NOW STAND IN THE GAP FOR THE LOST! 👉🏼For our mothers and fathers, our sons and daughters, our sisters and brothers, our friends, our neighbors, and every soul still trapped in darkness! 🙏🏼Father, while mercy is still available, while repentance is still possible, while the door of grace is still open — PLEASE SAVE THEM! ⚔️We come against every spirit of deception, blindness, rebellion, pride, unbelief, false religion, false peace, fear, and hardness of heart! 💣We tear down every stronghold built through trauma, shame, bitterness, abuse, addiction, lust, hopelessness, and despair! We break every chain in the mighty name of Jesus Christ! 🕊️Holy Spirit, pursue them relentlessly — yet gently. Meet them in dreams. Meet them in their pain. Meet them in the silence they cannot escape! Cause divine interruptions! Send laborers across their path! Expose what is false! Collapse what is built on sand! Lord Jesus, reveal Yourself to them as You truly are: 👉🏼THE WAY, 👉🏼THE TRUTH, 👉🏼AND THE LIFE! Let scales fall from their eyes! Let hearts of stone become hearts of flesh! Let prodigals COME HOME! 🩸We declare that TODAY IS THE DAY OF SALVATION! 🩸We declare that the cross is ENOUGH! 🩸We declare that chains WILL BREAK! 🩸We declare that salvation belongs to our God! 🛡️Lord, protect Your people from the deception that is coming upon the earth! Help us remain watchful, faithful, and discerning until the very end! 🪽Hide us in the secret place of the Most High. Cover us under Your wings. Command Your angels to protect and minister to us and our families! 🛡️We will not be afraid of the terror by night, nor of the arrow that flies by day, nor of the pestilence that walks in darkness, nor of the destruction that lays waste at noonday. A thousand may fall at our side, and ten thousand at our right hand, BUT IT SHALL NOT COME NEAR US!!! ❌We declare that NO WEAPON formed against Your Church shall prosper! 🕯️Lord, give Your Church wisdom so that when we are asked or confronted with the deception that is coming out—about “UAPs,” “UFOs,” “aliens,” or any other misleading narratives—that we may respond with discernment in Your truth, rooted in Your Word, with NO fear or confusion, always pointing hearts back to Jesus Christ, the WAY THE TRUTH AND THE LIFE!! 💪🏼Give us strength to keep fighting until the trumpet sounds! Help us endure until the end and help us stand in this world: UNASHAMED! UNMOVED! UNBROKEN! UNDECEIVED! 🙌🏼We lift our eyes to YOU, TO YOU ALONE BE: 👉🏼ALL GLORY, 👉🏼ALL HONOR, 👉🏼ALL POWER, 👉🏼AND ALL DOMINION FOREVER! YOU ARE OUR LORD, THE KING OF KINGS, THE ONE WHO IS, WHO WAS, AND WHO IS TO COME! THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA, THE ALMIGHTY KING! WE CRY OUT TO YOU AND SAY: 🔊"EVEN SO — COME, LORD JESUS!" In Jesus’ mighty name we pray, Amen. 🙏🏼 MARANATHA!!!
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🔊Church: WE ARE AT THE END, and we need to push back like never before. Let’s pray like we have NEVER PRAYED BEFORE! Lord, 🕊️ We come to You in the name of Jesus — not in our own strength, but covered by the blood of the Lamb! Today we lay at Your feet every burden we have been carrying: the weight of the lies of this world, the intense spiritual warfare, and now the powerful "alien" deception we are up against! The wars and rumors of wars, the waiting, the pain, the wounds, the fear, the anxiety, the uncertainty! The constant attacks against our minds, our families, our marriages, our health, and our faith! 🛸Father, the enemy has risen with more lies and deception! Even those in authority are speaking confusion, mixing truth and error, clouding discernment of many in your Church. False prophets continue to speak with seducing words, as the world continues the pursue of false peace—but Your Word has warned us that these things would come! So today we put on the WHOLE ARMOR OF GOD AND WE STAND STRONG refusing every trap and every lie! 👉🏼We gird our waists with TRUTH! 👉🏼We clothe ourselves with the breastplate of RIGHTEOUSNESS! 👉🏼We shod our feet with the preparation of the gospel of PEACE! 👉🏼Above all, we take up the shield of faith and quench every fiery dart of the wicked one! 👉🏼We put on the helmet of salvation! 👉🏼And we take up the sword of the Spirit — which is the WORD OF GOD! 👉🏼"Praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, being watchful to this end with all perseverance and supplication for all the saints!" ⚫We acknowledge that we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, powers, rulers of darkness, and spiritual hosts of wickedness in heavenly places! 👆🏼And we declare that GREATER IS HE WHO IS IN US THAN HE WHO IS IN THE WORLD! 🩸IN THE NAME OF JESUS CHRIST — by the power of His blood and under the authority You have given us — we break and dismantle every stronghold that is trying to operate against our minds, our hearts, and our wills! 💣Every spirit of DECEPTION, heaviness, fear, weariness, discouragement, depression, hopelessness, confusion, bondage, strife, and unforgiveness — WE COMMAND THEM TO LEAVE RIGHT NOW IN JESUS’ NAME! ❌WE RENOUNCE every lie spoken over and against us! Every narrative that seeks to destroy the Word of God in us, every voice of doubt, failure, accusation, and condemnation — and ALL fear rooted in uncertainty about the future! ⚔️We cast down lies, arguments, and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God, and we bring every thought into captivity to the obedience of Christ! 💥Lord, please break the lies of this world! Expose the darkness! Tear down every throne of deceit! 🛡️With the sword of truth in our hands — WE PRESS FORWARD! With the shield of faith lifted high — WE STAND STRONG!!! LORD, EXPOSE EVERY: 💥false narrative! 💥every false gospel! 💥every doctrine of demons! 💥every counterfeit spirit! 💥every wolf! 💥every goat! 💥every false teacher pretending to speak in Your name!!! ❌Silence the voices that twist Your truth! Awaken Your church and give us CLEAR MINDS and HOLY DISCERNMENT!!! 🩸Purify Your bride, Lord! 🩸Burn away compromise! 🩸Destroy lukewarmness! 🩸Cut away every idol and every hidden deception! 🩸Guard Your flock with heavenly armor! 🩸Raise up watchmen on the walls! 🩸Raise up shepherds who will not bow to deception! 🔬Teach Your people to test the spirits, to stand bold, to speak truth, and to REFUSE TO COMPROMISE! ⚡Let Your Word strike like lightning — dividing truth from error! FATHER, WE NOW STAND IN THE GAP FOR THE LOST! 👉🏼For our mothers and fathers, our sons and daughters, our sisters and brothers, our friends, our neighbors, and every soul still trapped in darkness! 🙏🏼Father, while mercy is still available, while repentance is still possible, while the door of grace is still open — PLEASE SAVE THEM! ⚔️We come against every spirit of deception, blindness, rebellion, pride, unbelief, false religion, false peace, fear, and hardness of heart! 💣We tear down every stronghold built through trauma, shame, bitterness, abuse, addiction, lust, hopelessness, and despair! We break every chain in the mighty name of Jesus Christ! 🕊️Holy Spirit, pursue them relentlessly — yet gently. Meet them in dreams. Meet them in their pain. Meet them in the silence they cannot escape! Cause divine interruptions! Send laborers across their path! Expose what is false! Collapse what is built on sand! Lord Jesus, reveal Yourself to them as You truly are: 👉🏼THE WAY, 👉🏼THE TRUTH, 👉🏼AND THE LIFE! Let scales fall from their eyes! Let hearts of stone become hearts of flesh! Let prodigals COME HOME! 🩸We declare that TODAY IS THE DAY OF SALVATION! 🩸We declare that the cross is ENOUGH! 🩸We declare that chains WILL BREAK! 🩸We declare that salvation belongs to our God! 🛡️Lord, protect Your people from the deception that is coming upon the earth! Help us remain watchful, faithful, and discerning until the very end! 🪽Hide us in the secret place of the Most High. Cover us under Your wings. Command Your angels to protect and minister to us and our families! 🛡️We will not be afraid of the terror by night, nor of the arrow that flies by day, nor of the pestilence that walks in darkness, nor of the destruction that lays waste at noonday. A thousand may fall at our side, and ten thousand at our right hand, BUT IT SHALL NOT COME NEAR US!!! ❌We declare that NO WEAPON formed against Your Church shall prosper! 🕯️Lord, give Your Church wisdom so that when we are asked or confronted with the deception that is coming out—about “UAPs,” “UFOs,” “aliens,” or any other misleading narratives—that we may respond with discernment in Your truth, rooted in Your Word, with NO fear or confusion, always pointing hearts back to Jesus Christ, the WAY THE TRUTH AND THE LIFE!! 💪🏼Give us strength to keep fighting until the trumpet sounds! Help us endure until the end and help us stand in this world: UNASHAMED! UNMOVED! UNBROKEN! UNDECEIVED! 🙌🏼We lift our eyes to YOU, TO YOU ALONE BE: 👉🏼ALL GLORY, 👉🏼ALL HONOR, 👉🏼ALL POWER, 👉🏼AND ALL DOMINION FOREVER! YOU ARE OUR LORD, THE KING OF KINGS, THE ONE WHO IS, WHO WAS, AND WHO IS TO COME! THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA, THE ALMIGHTY KING! WE CRY OUT TO YOU AND SAY: 🔊"EVEN SO — COME, LORD JESUS!" In Jesus’ mighty name we pray, Amen. 🙏🏼 MARANATHA!!!

Maranatha777

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