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Tales of Wudan - The Mysterious Old Man In the year 644, as a young student of the Wudan style, it was my job to sweep the training area each morning. ‍ I started this job at 3:45am - and, with vigor, would finish with a few minutes to spare before the 6am training. ‍ There was an old man with no hands and no feet - the only man, to whom Master Po would bow - who would sit atop a tree trunk and watch me complete this task. ‍ Every morning, he appeared and watched in admiration. It was a full 219 years, before I mustered the courage to speak with him. “Why do you watch me sweep?” I asked, puzzled. ‍ “Ah, young Cobra, what better unison of the hands and the feet than sweeping a floor? If you were in my position, you would savour the task!” he replied. ‍ I looked at the stumps where his hands and feet once were, then looked up at him. He knew what I wanted to ask... But I was afraid to appear disrespectful. ‍ Truly, it was none of my business. Curiosity got the better of me. “What happened to you?” I said, looking towards the ground. ‍ I was sure he was contemplating reprimanding me. I was pleased, when he began to speak. ‍ “Wudan was not always such a peaceful place,” he began. “Warring tribes fought for this mountains power and strange creatures lurked in every corner. Before myself and a few brave others, including Master Po, banished them from the mountain.” ‍ I placed my broom on the floor, sat down and continued to listen. ‍ “While fighting bandits near the Yushu river, a water snake grabbed my right foot and began to pull me under. Fearing for my life, and unable to see the snake through the bloodied water, I removed my right foot with one slice of my sword. The only alternative was to drown.” ‍ Still looking down, I raised my eyes to take a glimpse at his right stump. “What about your left foot?” I asked. ‍ He placed his right leg under his robe and exposed his left before continuing his story. ‍ “The next day, I was limping and slowing the group down. I asked to be left to die, but Po demanded that I fight. Soon, a daughter of a previously slain bandit had spotted us and fired an arrow from a ridge which landed squarely in my left foot. Fearing gangrene, I removed my left foot with one slice of my sword.” ‍ “What happened to your hands?” I asked quickly. ‍ “My left hand was snared by a Golden Dragon in that now empty cave you children enjoy, to avoid being pulled into darkness and killed. I removed my left hand with one slice of my sword...” ‍ He paused. “My right hand was caught in a bear trap the same afternoon, fearing death, I removed it with my teeth.” ‍ I looked at his right hands stump. It was ragged. Not a clean cut like the others. It still looked painful. He looked relieved when the story was over, it pained him to relive the events. ‍ He took a sigh of relief and moved his gaze from me back over to the floor I was sweeping. I however was confused. ‍ “How did you find the strength, to remove limb after limb in such gruesome fashion? I don’t think I could do that.” ‍ He smiled. “Well then you would be dead. And you would never tell your story to anybody, would you? I didn’t find the strength to die.” ‍ I bowed and returned to sweeping. The conversation made me minutes late for training. Master Po beat me severely. ‍ The next morning when I rose to sweep, the man was not there. I never saw him again. ‍ Such is the way of Wudan.
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Tales of Wudan - The Mysterious Old Man In the year 644, as a young student of the Wudan style, it was my job to sweep the training area each morning. ‍ I started this job at 3:45am - and, with vigor, would finish with a few minutes to spare before the 6am training. ‍ There was an old man with no hands and no feet - the only man, to whom Master Po would bow - who would sit atop a tree trunk and watch me complete this task. ‍ Every morning, he appeared and watched in admiration. It was a full 219 years, before I mustered the courage to speak with him. “Why do you watch me sweep?” I asked, puzzled. ‍ “Ah, young Cobra, what better unison of the hands and the feet than sweeping a floor? If you were in my position, you would savour the task!” he replied. ‍ I looked at the stumps where his hands and feet once were, then looked up at him. He knew what I wanted to ask... But I was afraid to appear disrespectful. ‍ Truly, it was none of my business. Curiosity got the better of me. “What happened to you?” I said, looking towards the ground. ‍ I was sure he was contemplating reprimanding me. I was pleased, when he began to speak. ‍ “Wudan was not always such a peaceful place,” he began. “Warring tribes fought for this mountains power and strange creatures lurked in every corner. Before myself and a few brave others, including Master Po, banished them from the mountain.” ‍ I placed my broom on the floor, sat down and continued to listen. ‍ “While fighting bandits near the Yushu river, a water snake grabbed my right foot and began to pull me under. Fearing for my life, and unable to see the snake through the bloodied water, I removed my right foot with one slice of my sword. The only alternative was to drown.” ‍ Still looking down, I raised my eyes to take a glimpse at his right stump. “What about your left foot?” I asked. ‍ He placed his right leg under his robe and exposed his left before continuing his story. ‍ “The next day, I was limping and slowing the group down. I asked to be left to die, but Po demanded that I fight. Soon, a daughter of a previously slain bandit had spotted us and fired an arrow from a ridge which landed squarely in my left foot. Fearing gangrene, I removed my left foot with one slice of my sword.” ‍ “What happened to your hands?” I asked quickly. ‍ “My left hand was snared by a Golden Dragon in that now empty cave you children enjoy, to avoid being pulled into darkness and killed. I removed my left hand with one slice of my sword...” ‍ He paused. “My right hand was caught in a bear trap the same afternoon, fearing death, I removed it with my teeth.” ‍ I looked at his right hands stump. It was ragged. Not a clean cut like the others. It still looked painful. He looked relieved when the story was over, it pained him to relive the events. ‍ He took a sigh of relief and moved his gaze from me back over to the floor I was sweeping. I however was confused. ‍ “How did you find the strength, to remove limb after limb in such gruesome fashion? I don’t think I could do that.” ‍ He smiled. “Well then you would be dead. And you would never tell your story to anybody, would you? I didn’t find the strength to die.” ‍ I bowed and returned to sweeping. The conversation made me minutes late for training. Master Po beat me severely. ‍ The next morning when I rose to sweep, the man was not there. I never saw him again. ‍ Such is the way of Wudan.

Tales of Wudan

19,132 просмотров • 2 лет назад

#KimJaeYoung #김재영 #HappyJaeyoungDay #TheJudgeFromHell Since it's his big day, thought I show you a short edit of his beauty & emotions in his most controversial role . 🙃 Below is a somewhat long 🤭 post about him & drama recommendations. My sweetie here is a late bloomer but I have always kept faith that people will see his potential. I liked what this kblogger said that when you see him in TJFH , he feels familiar but yet you might think he's a newcomer. Seems like a rookie but surprised that he's good in acting. If you check his filmography you'd realise he's been acting for more than a decade. JY mentioned that he wasn't sure what to do while in school but he did have a dream of being a chef especially because he helped mum out at home. His father suggested modeling after he was done with military service . He mentioned in an interview he had to shed off 30kg through diet & exercise as he weighed over 100kg .Esteem Academy signed him & he debut as a model in 2010. He got casted in a TVN survival program "Flower Boy Casting". From there, he was inspired to act and landed his 1st supporting role in the movie "No Breathing". (starring SeoInGuk & LeeJongSuk.) If you want to see a young JY in swimwear 😁, you can check him out there. The movie didn't quite make a splash (pun unintended 😁) , and JY who had actually left Esteem to pursue acting, found himself jobless for at least over a year. He auditioned for BladeMan (LeeDongWook & Shin SeKyung's drama) and got casted for a small role. Esteem reached out to him again & he signed with them again to model. He later also joined HB Entertainment for acting jobs, and was with them for a long time. Last year (2023) he left HB and joined his long time manager who had established a new agency, Management S. After Blademan , JY had several supporting roles but his 1st main cast role was in OCN's My Secret Romance. He was the 2nd lead & that was also my first JY drama. While I didn't have SLS, he was such a sweetheart there and caught my attention. My massive crush began when he acted as MooYeon in #100DaysMyPrince as an assassin and the FL's brother. He also had a forbidden love line with the 2ndFL's char played by HanSoHee , and they had great chemie despite limited scenes. I cried my eyes out watching their tragic love story. This is the year (2018) I decided I'll stan this man ☺️😂 His role there opened many doors. He had a short TV series called Dear My Room ( was on the now defunct Olive TV) where he played the romantic ML against Ryoo Hye Young's character. It was one of those friends to lovers trope and I recommend this for a sweet fluffy watch. He also sang the OST with RHY. The big year came in 2019 when he was casted as the ML , Sun Woo in #SecretBoutique, a female centric drama starring KimSunA and GoMinSi . He had a meaty role here as a prosecutor - a bit of a grey character and was somewhat like a brother to the FL (KimSunA) and he had some nice fight scenes. His body was the best here 🔥😋😁. If you don't mind a heavy melodrama, this wasn't bad. And oh boy, was I shipping him hard with GoMinSi's character. I still hope they can reunite for another show & give me closure. 2019-2020 was when I watched a KBS weekender #BeautifulLoveWonderfulLife from start to finish ( raw and with subs - yes my level of dedication surprised me) because JY got casted as Jun Hwi, the ML against another actress I love , Seol In Ah. Gosh, this drama was an emotional roller coaster and was another heavy character. The premise of the story was so sad and the leads went through so much together but I love this show though. He had good chemie with SIA. He also won a KBS acting award here. I recommend this if you can do 50eps and love angst like I do 😂 The role took its toll on JY. He mentioned he needed to take a break but then found himself without work for at least 6-7 months ( if I remember correctly) . Boy, did I miss him. It was really only in an Elle pictorial with his good friend -actor, model and famous youtuber Joo WooJae that I found out he had been having a hard time. He has appeared on WooJae's YT channel several times - they even travel together. JY's come back drama was in #ReflectionOfYou (2021), another heavy melo as the ML who was caught in an emotional tug of war between 2 women played by GoHyunJung and ShinHyunBeen. As WooJae, KJY gave some of his best acting. I know he got a lot of hate 😵‍💫🤣because WooJae was just so obssessed / in love with GHJ's character that he was willing to throw it all for her. This drama is not for the faint hearted but the acting was superb all round - even if the plot would make you uncomfortable. He was so hot here too. JY with longish hair was a dream. In 2022, he was the 2ndML , as KangHaeJin in #LoveInContract. It was so nice to see him play a diva actor and do rom-com for the 1st time. This is a fun watch. While I don't think viewers would have SLS, JY's character wasn't one dimensional either and he had his own storyline despite not being the ML. In 2022 - 2023 he voiced an audio drama , "For Sale - I Broke Up" with Yoon So Hee - but I don't know how we can listen to it internationally (though I do have some vids I would post one day). He also filmed a drama called "We Will Replace The Trip" with Gong SeungYeon, but so far no news of it airing yet. JaeYoung here is shy and unassuming. He's MBTI is INFP. You can see from his interviews he's quite easygoing and humorous. On my highlights- I have subbed some of his videos for TJFH. JY says he still dreams of being a chef and has gone to a 6-month cooking course last year. He also hopes to be able to take on warmer roles going forward.
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#KimJaeYoung #김재영 #HappyJaeyoungDay #TheJudgeFromHell Since it's his big day, thought I show you a short edit of his beauty & emotions in his most controversial role . 🙃 Below is a somewhat long 🤭 post about him & drama recommendations. My sweetie here is a late bloomer but I have always kept faith that people will see his potential. I liked what this kblogger said that when you see him in TJFH , he feels familiar but yet you might think he's a newcomer. Seems like a rookie but surprised that he's good in acting. If you check his filmography you'd realise he's been acting for more than a decade. JY mentioned that he wasn't sure what to do while in school but he did have a dream of being a chef especially because he helped mum out at home. His father suggested modeling after he was done with military service . He mentioned in an interview he had to shed off 30kg through diet & exercise as he weighed over 100kg .Esteem Academy signed him & he debut as a model in 2010. He got casted in a TVN survival program "Flower Boy Casting". From there, he was inspired to act and landed his 1st supporting role in the movie "No Breathing". (starring SeoInGuk & LeeJongSuk.) If you want to see a young JY in swimwear 😁, you can check him out there. The movie didn't quite make a splash (pun unintended 😁) , and JY who had actually left Esteem to pursue acting, found himself jobless for at least over a year. He auditioned for BladeMan (LeeDongWook & Shin SeKyung's drama) and got casted for a small role. Esteem reached out to him again & he signed with them again to model. He later also joined HB Entertainment for acting jobs, and was with them for a long time. Last year (2023) he left HB and joined his long time manager who had established a new agency, Management S. After Blademan , JY had several supporting roles but his 1st main cast role was in OCN's My Secret Romance. He was the 2nd lead & that was also my first JY drama. While I didn't have SLS, he was such a sweetheart there and caught my attention. My massive crush began when he acted as MooYeon in #100DaysMyPrince as an assassin and the FL's brother. He also had a forbidden love line with the 2ndFL's char played by HanSoHee , and they had great chemie despite limited scenes. I cried my eyes out watching their tragic love story. This is the year (2018) I decided I'll stan this man ☺️😂 His role there opened many doors. He had a short TV series called Dear My Room ( was on the now defunct Olive TV) where he played the romantic ML against Ryoo Hye Young's character. It was one of those friends to lovers trope and I recommend this for a sweet fluffy watch. He also sang the OST with RHY. The big year came in 2019 when he was casted as the ML , Sun Woo in #SecretBoutique, a female centric drama starring KimSunA and GoMinSi . He had a meaty role here as a prosecutor - a bit of a grey character and was somewhat like a brother to the FL (KimSunA) and he had some nice fight scenes. His body was the best here 🔥😋😁. If you don't mind a heavy melodrama, this wasn't bad. And oh boy, was I shipping him hard with GoMinSi's character. I still hope they can reunite for another show & give me closure. 2019-2020 was when I watched a KBS weekender #BeautifulLoveWonderfulLife from start to finish ( raw and with subs - yes my level of dedication surprised me) because JY got casted as Jun Hwi, the ML against another actress I love , Seol In Ah. Gosh, this drama was an emotional roller coaster and was another heavy character. The premise of the story was so sad and the leads went through so much together but I love this show though. He had good chemie with SIA. He also won a KBS acting award here. I recommend this if you can do 50eps and love angst like I do 😂 The role took its toll on JY. He mentioned he needed to take a break but then found himself without work for at least 6-7 months ( if I remember correctly) . Boy, did I miss him. It was really only in an Elle pictorial with his good friend -actor, model and famous youtuber Joo WooJae that I found out he had been having a hard time. He has appeared on WooJae's YT channel several times - they even travel together. JY's come back drama was in #ReflectionOfYou (2021), another heavy melo as the ML who was caught in an emotional tug of war between 2 women played by GoHyunJung and ShinHyunBeen. As WooJae, KJY gave some of his best acting. I know he got a lot of hate 😵‍💫🤣because WooJae was just so obssessed / in love with GHJ's character that he was willing to throw it all for her. This drama is not for the faint hearted but the acting was superb all round - even if the plot would make you uncomfortable. He was so hot here too. JY with longish hair was a dream. In 2022, he was the 2ndML , as KangHaeJin in #LoveInContract. It was so nice to see him play a diva actor and do rom-com for the 1st time. This is a fun watch. While I don't think viewers would have SLS, JY's character wasn't one dimensional either and he had his own storyline despite not being the ML. In 2022 - 2023 he voiced an audio drama , "For Sale - I Broke Up" with Yoon So Hee - but I don't know how we can listen to it internationally (though I do have some vids I would post one day). He also filmed a drama called "We Will Replace The Trip" with Gong SeungYeon, but so far no news of it airing yet. JaeYoung here is shy and unassuming. He's MBTI is INFP. You can see from his interviews he's quite easygoing and humorous. On my highlights- I have subbed some of his videos for TJFH. JY says he still dreams of being a chef and has gone to a 6-month cooking course last year. He also hopes to be able to take on warmer roles going forward.

abs-oluteM

86,307 просмотров • 1 год назад

Watching Pete Hegseth verbally eviscerate these corrupt career politicians brings tears to my eyes and a lump in my throat — because all of you need to watch this as there are things you all need to understand about what Pete is standing up to fight here. The Military Industrial Complex can’t stand to see Pete Hegseth in charge of the Pentagon, because he’s unraveling every evil scheme they’ve spent decades building. During President Trump’s first term, the Swamp forced Mark Esper onto Trump as Secretary of Defense. Mark Esper was Vice President of Government Relations at Raytheon Technologies — a major arm of the Military Industrial Complex. Mark’s job was to sell bombs for his company in any way he could. As Secretary of Defense, that included dropping those very same bombs during endless wars. Raytheon is the world’s largest producer of guided missiles. For instance, the reason we dropped 25,000 missiles on Syria in one night during Mark Esper’s tenure — causing our Air Force to literally “run out of bombs to drop,” according to the media — is because Esper’s former company could then sell more missiles to restock the depleted inventory. See, the Swamp pushed this weapons lobbyist onto President Trump to become his Secretary of Defense because this swamp rat could slide his company’s weapons catalogs across the table at NATO meetings like they were Girl Scout cookie pamphlets. War is profit. Funding, arming, and training the Taliban makes even more profits, spanning decades. Those who profit from war and death will profit no longer when President Trump and Pete Hegseth take office and work to end wars by stabilizing peace in the world. The reason the Biden Administration left all those weapons in Afghanistan is because the private weapons defense contracting companies that made up the Biden Administration — and that lobby the politicians sitting in front of Hegseth here — had already sold all those weapons to our military. If the military comes home empty-handed, those companies get to sell even more to restock the inventory. The Military Industrial Complex and the fake news media they own don’t want wars to end quickly. They make more money the longer the conflicts persist. They want the Taliban to cause destruction in the Middle East with all those weapons so the Military Industrial Complex has an excuse to spend another 20 years there — dropping bombs for profit, causing more destruction and destabilization. They armed our enemies on purpose. Pete Hegseth stood on the battlefield with blood on his boots and steel in his spine as missiles rained from the skies overhead, while Mark Esper sat in corporate boardrooms engineering those very perpetual wars for profit. This is the line in the blood soaked sand drawn between a warrior who bleeds for America and the swamp creatures who feeds off the blood of innocents in orchestrated forever wars on behalf of central bankers, weapons manufacturers and oil-igarchs. Who do you trust to lead the Pentagon: a man who sacrificed his very life to serve this nation, or lobbyists in Washington, D.C., who cash in on endless wars by funding and arming our enemies? I know who I stand behind — and I’ve got your six from my tiny little drafty hut here in Ohio, Secretary of War Pete Hegseth
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Watching Pete Hegseth verbally eviscerate these corrupt career politicians brings tears to my eyes and a lump in my throat — because all of you need to watch this as there are things you all need to understand about what Pete is standing up to fight here. The Military Industrial Complex can’t stand to see Pete Hegseth in charge of the Pentagon, because he’s unraveling every evil scheme they’ve spent decades building. During President Trump’s first term, the Swamp forced Mark Esper onto Trump as Secretary of Defense. Mark Esper was Vice President of Government Relations at Raytheon Technologies — a major arm of the Military Industrial Complex. Mark’s job was to sell bombs for his company in any way he could. As Secretary of Defense, that included dropping those very same bombs during endless wars. Raytheon is the world’s largest producer of guided missiles. For instance, the reason we dropped 25,000 missiles on Syria in one night during Mark Esper’s tenure — causing our Air Force to literally “run out of bombs to drop,” according to the media — is because Esper’s former company could then sell more missiles to restock the depleted inventory. See, the Swamp pushed this weapons lobbyist onto President Trump to become his Secretary of Defense because this swamp rat could slide his company’s weapons catalogs across the table at NATO meetings like they were Girl Scout cookie pamphlets. War is profit. Funding, arming, and training the Taliban makes even more profits, spanning decades. Those who profit from war and death will profit no longer when President Trump and Pete Hegseth take office and work to end wars by stabilizing peace in the world. The reason the Biden Administration left all those weapons in Afghanistan is because the private weapons defense contracting companies that made up the Biden Administration — and that lobby the politicians sitting in front of Hegseth here — had already sold all those weapons to our military. If the military comes home empty-handed, those companies get to sell even more to restock the inventory. The Military Industrial Complex and the fake news media they own don’t want wars to end quickly. They make more money the longer the conflicts persist. They want the Taliban to cause destruction in the Middle East with all those weapons so the Military Industrial Complex has an excuse to spend another 20 years there — dropping bombs for profit, causing more destruction and destabilization. They armed our enemies on purpose. Pete Hegseth stood on the battlefield with blood on his boots and steel in his spine as missiles rained from the skies overhead, while Mark Esper sat in corporate boardrooms engineering those very perpetual wars for profit. This is the line in the blood soaked sand drawn between a warrior who bleeds for America and the swamp creatures who feeds off the blood of innocents in orchestrated forever wars on behalf of central bankers, weapons manufacturers and oil-igarchs. Who do you trust to lead the Pentagon: a man who sacrificed his very life to serve this nation, or lobbyists in Washington, D.C., who cash in on endless wars by funding and arming our enemies? I know who I stand behind — and I’ve got your six from my tiny little drafty hut here in Ohio, Secretary of War Pete Hegseth

Bridgett Fertig

28,415 просмотров • 2 месяцев назад

MANY MAY KNOW THE HISTORY OF THE LAST POST, MANY DON"T. SO I POST THIS. Gentlemen, This is how the Last Post, a military band tune, heard by so many of us was conceived! If any of you have ever been to a military funeral in which The Last Post was played; This brings out a new meaning of it. Here is something everyone should know. Until I read this, I didn't know. We have all heard the haunting song: 'The Last Post.' It's the song that gives us the lump in our throats and usually tears in our eyes. Here is the story behind the song: Reportedly, it all began in 1862 during the American Civil War, when Union Army Captain Robert Ellicombe was with his men near Harrison's Landing in Virginia . The Confederate Army was on the other side of the narrow strip of land. During the night, Captain Ellicombe heard the moans of a soldier who lay severely wounded on the field. Not knowing if it was a Union or Confederate soldier, the Captain decided to risk his life and bring the stricken man back for medical attention. Crawling on his stomach through the gunfire, the Captain reached the stricken soldier and began pulling him toward his encampment. When the Captain finally reached his own lines, he discovered it was actually a Confederate (enemy) soldier, but the soldier was dead. The Captain lit a lantern and suddenly caught his breath and went numb with shock. In the dim light, he saw the face of the soldier.. It was his own son. The boy had been studying music in the South when the war broke out. Without telling his father, the boy enlisted in the Confederate Army. The following morning, heartbroken, the father asked permission of his superiors to give his son a full military burial, despite his enemy status. His request was only partially granted. The Captain had asked if he could have a group of Army band members play a funeral dirge for his son at the funeral. The request was turned down since the soldier was a Confederate(enemy camp). But, out of respect for the father, they did say they could give him only one musician. The Captain chose a bugler. He asked the bugler to play a series of musical notes he had found on a piece of paper in the pocket of the dead youth's uniform. This wish was granted. The haunting melody, we now know as 'The Last Post' used at military funerals was born. The words are: Day is done. Gone the sun.. From the lakes From the hills. From the sky. All is well. Safely rest. God is nigh. Fading light. Dims the sight. And a star. Gems the sky. Gleaming bright. From afar.. Drawing nigh. Falls the night.. Thanks and praise. For our days. Neath the sun Neath the stars. Neath the sky As we go. This we know. God is nigh... I too have felt the chills while listening to 'The Last Post' but never read all the words to the song until now. I didn't even know there was more than one verse. I also never knew the story behind the song and I didn't know if, You had either so I thought I'd pass it along. I now have an even deeper respect for the song than I did before. Remember Those Lost and Harmed While Serving Their Country. Also Remember Those Who Have Served And Returned; And for those presently serving in the Armed Forces. Please send this on for the men who gave their today for our tomorrow. Video: Last Rites of Hav Mohd Saleem Akhoon, who made the supreme sacrifice on 09 April 2021.
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MANY MAY KNOW THE HISTORY OF THE LAST POST, MANY DON"T. SO I POST THIS. Gentlemen, This is how the Last Post, a military band tune, heard by so many of us was conceived! If any of you have ever been to a military funeral in which The Last Post was played; This brings out a new meaning of it. Here is something everyone should know. Until I read this, I didn't know. We have all heard the haunting song: 'The Last Post.' It's the song that gives us the lump in our throats and usually tears in our eyes. Here is the story behind the song: Reportedly, it all began in 1862 during the American Civil War, when Union Army Captain Robert Ellicombe was with his men near Harrison's Landing in Virginia . The Confederate Army was on the other side of the narrow strip of land. During the night, Captain Ellicombe heard the moans of a soldier who lay severely wounded on the field. Not knowing if it was a Union or Confederate soldier, the Captain decided to risk his life and bring the stricken man back for medical attention. Crawling on his stomach through the gunfire, the Captain reached the stricken soldier and began pulling him toward his encampment. When the Captain finally reached his own lines, he discovered it was actually a Confederate (enemy) soldier, but the soldier was dead. The Captain lit a lantern and suddenly caught his breath and went numb with shock. In the dim light, he saw the face of the soldier.. It was his own son. The boy had been studying music in the South when the war broke out. Without telling his father, the boy enlisted in the Confederate Army. The following morning, heartbroken, the father asked permission of his superiors to give his son a full military burial, despite his enemy status. His request was only partially granted. The Captain had asked if he could have a group of Army band members play a funeral dirge for his son at the funeral. The request was turned down since the soldier was a Confederate(enemy camp). But, out of respect for the father, they did say they could give him only one musician. The Captain chose a bugler. He asked the bugler to play a series of musical notes he had found on a piece of paper in the pocket of the dead youth's uniform. This wish was granted. The haunting melody, we now know as 'The Last Post' used at military funerals was born. The words are: Day is done. Gone the sun.. From the lakes From the hills. From the sky. All is well. Safely rest. God is nigh. Fading light. Dims the sight. And a star. Gems the sky. Gleaming bright. From afar.. Drawing nigh. Falls the night.. Thanks and praise. For our days. Neath the sun Neath the stars. Neath the sky As we go. This we know. God is nigh... I too have felt the chills while listening to 'The Last Post' but never read all the words to the song until now. I didn't even know there was more than one verse. I also never knew the story behind the song and I didn't know if, You had either so I thought I'd pass it along. I now have an even deeper respect for the song than I did before. Remember Those Lost and Harmed While Serving Their Country. Also Remember Those Who Have Served And Returned; And for those presently serving in the Armed Forces. Please send this on for the men who gave their today for our tomorrow. Video: Last Rites of Hav Mohd Saleem Akhoon, who made the supreme sacrifice on 09 April 2021.

Manan S. Bhatt

28,640 просмотров • 3 лет назад

A teeny tiny notice before I proceed with my analysis. If you have a problem with either Cihan or Alya, don't bother reading. Because I don't take sides. I don't watch or think or write through the lens of Alya vs Cihan. Both characters are dear to me. And, if that's the way you roll, by all means, proceed. Analyzing Episode 36. Season 2 aka Of Strengths, Weaknesses, and The Last Nail in the Coffin Evvveeettt. Another episode, another meltdown. Just another day in the CihAl fandom. Ngl, it took me two days to even think about writing my regular analysis post, because the negativity was more potent than usual. Or maybe my resistance is waning, who knows? But that's not what we're gonna focus on today. This day, we analyze the words and actions of the heart and soul of Uzak Sehir, aka Alya and Cihan Albora. But we'll do so within the framework of strengths and weaknesses, because to me, that's what really comes to the fore in ep36. Alya Albora Alya Albora was especially heartbreaking this episode. And coming from someone who gets their heartbroken regularly because of Alya, that's saying something. The episode starts with the zombie-man opening his eyes (I think this PoS is just lying there pretending to be a vegetable, but that's for another time). And the look Alya has on her face when she looks at Cihan is indescribable. Almost as if everything inside her is pleading, 'Please don't regress back to where we just came from.' Because she fears, even as she tries to check on the zombie, that the closer Frankenboran gets to waking up, the further Cihan will drift from her. And, to an extent, her fears are proven right when Sadakat brings up divorce again. See, Alya doesn't come from strong family roots. She believes her biological mother abandoned her for most of her adult life. Then she has Caroline, who tries to fill all the empty spaces abandonment leaves in little Alya, but doesn't manage to succeed too much. As I've said before, Alya's primary fears stem from being abandoned and being a burden. That's what she tries to protect herself from. Those walls around her heart are in place to keep her from suffering that same pain again. That's both her strength and her weakness. While the fear pushes Alya to love harder, to push past difficulties, to rise from the ashes over and over, it also makes her more aloof. She doesn't find it as difficult as Cihan to leave behind 'family' ties because she's never experienced just how forceful those bonds can be. When it falls to her to choose between her love for Cihan and whatever she had with Boran, she picks the former without much guilt. But there's another factor that helps keep her from feeling much remorse for Boran, and that's the way her former husband treats her. Before Alya finds out about the will, her anger at Cihan is at an all-time high, and there's no question of any relationship developing between the two. After the will, however, that's a different story. So, when it falls to her to choose, she can do so easily, with her conscience at rest. And we see that so clearly in the way she announces she won't return to Boran even when he wakes up. Now, let's focus on the tricky bit. The weaknesses. Because Alya fears being a burden, being imposed on someone, adding to their strain, anything other than clarity can't help but raise doubts. When Cihan doesn't answer her question of 'Where will you stand?' with a clear with you or with you, distrust raises its ugly head. She starts asking herself if their relationship is what Cihan really wants now that Boran is back in the picture. She starts wondering whether Cihan will be able to shoulder the burden their relationship will add to his already weighed-down shoulders. It's harrowing to watch her be drawn to Cihan one instant, and pull back the next. Not because she doesn't love him, but because she can't bear to be another weight on Cihan's existence. That's what we see when she's shivering with fever. She wants him close, but she also doesn't want him to suffer. She keeps asking Cihan to leave, but he refuses to budge. And, that cures and hurts at the same time. For some reason, when she says, 'I'm also trying to find a way,' I couldn't help but feel that a part of her is already reverting back to the old Alya. The longer Cihan refrains from giving Alya a clear answer, the more her doubts grow. The more their 'impossibility' takes over her love. The closer she grows to wanting to leave. This time, if she attempts to leave, it won't be because her feelings overwhelm her. It'll be because she can't bear to see Cihan hurt anymore. Cihan Albora Oh boy. I can already hear the jeers of 'coward' and 'gavat' (which, by the way, I find to be a really ugly word) ringing in my ears. Well, fcuk that. Let's get back to our analysis. I talked about how Cihan seems to be stuck between suppression and surrender when it comes to his guilt. And, I did think that almost losing Alya would break that spell. But, clearly, that's not the road that Gulizar wants to take. Perhaps she does want it to come down to conflict. I'm not sure yet. What I am sure of is that Cihan is already aware of what he wants. And it's not wanting to be BFFs with Boran at the expense of Alya, guilt be damned. You can see it in the way his answers get bolder every time Sadakat asks him about a divorce. This episode is the first time Cihan states outright that the burden of 'conscience' isn't his to bear because he merely did what Boran asked of him. In other words, he didn't plan on falling in love with Alya, but it happened, and if there's any blame in that, it's not on him or Alya. Here's what irks most people. He doesn't ever talk about what he wants. It's always 'What if Boran wants this' or 'What if Boran wants that.' In other words, it's a form of misdirection on his part. He knows what's in his heart, but he doesn't want to say it out loud. Another scene where you can clearly see what his choice will be is when he's taking care of Alya during her fever. The more Alya insists that he leave, the more he digs in his heels. Until finally, he says, 'I won't allow anyone to hurt you, I won't allow anyone to harm you, and that's how it will be until I draw my last breath.' People don't say things like. 'That's how it'll be as long as I live,' if they're not sure about what they want. This is Cihan's strength. His love, protective instincts, and his code of sticking up for the people he loves. Unfortunately, like Alya, that's also his weakness. Cihan's been trained to fight for his family and his people to his very last. And, that's one HUGE reason why he can't verbalize what's already screaming inside his mind and his heart. We know he can't live without Alya, he says as much in the last episode. He keeps buying time because he knows once he states those words - there's no turning back. And he knows exactly how ugly things could go because dealing with ugly has been his entire existence. People won't be kind to him or Alya in the place where they live (think back to how Demir sends his goons to insult Alya's mom). And besides all that, what if Boran doesn't want to let go? That's when shit will truly hit the fan, because once Cihan says he's with Alya, he'll be fighting his brother, standing up to his mother, breaking his family apart, endangering Albora with internal strife, and worst of all, risking Alya and Deniz's safety. And remember, unlike Alya, who can control her conscience because of an extenuating factor, Cihan has no such relief. So, what you see is a man trying to survive an impending hurricane in a straw hut. He knows when that storm hits, and it will, things will go to hell. Besides all that, there is his stupid conscience that just won't shut the hell up because of that code of his. To me, that's not cowardice. That's a man standing at the edge of a life-changing truth, and being undone by the gravity of it. It's almost as if his soul is negotiating with reality, hoping to avoid collateral damage, while grieving for the version of himself he knows won't survive after he states his truth. As we can see in the scene where he and Alya are saying goodbye, they're already a family. His heart has already made the choice, so much so that in that scene, even Sadakat and Nare see the invisible bonds tying Cihan to Alya and vice versa. It's not a question of if, merely when. The Last Nail in the Coffin The question on everyone's mind is, what will it be? The last nail in the coffin of Cihan and Boran's brotherhood. The point of no return. To me, the way things are shaping up, there will be a clash. Will the showdown happen when Boran wakes up, or will Cihan learn the truth about his brother and finally be set free? I don't know. I've always had the inkling that Boran isn't what he claims to be. I guess we'll find out soon. But until then, I'll be watching. Gladly. For both my babies. Till next time, happy reading, y'all. #CihAl #UzakŞehir
2:11

A teeny tiny notice before I proceed with my analysis. If you have a problem with either Cihan or Alya, don't bother reading. Because I don't take sides. I don't watch or think or write through the lens of Alya vs Cihan. Both characters are dear to me. And, if that's the way you roll, by all means, proceed. Analyzing Episode 36. Season 2 aka Of Strengths, Weaknesses, and The Last Nail in the Coffin Evvveeettt. Another episode, another meltdown. Just another day in the CihAl fandom. Ngl, it took me two days to even think about writing my regular analysis post, because the negativity was more potent than usual. Or maybe my resistance is waning, who knows? But that's not what we're gonna focus on today. This day, we analyze the words and actions of the heart and soul of Uzak Sehir, aka Alya and Cihan Albora. But we'll do so within the framework of strengths and weaknesses, because to me, that's what really comes to the fore in ep36. Alya Albora Alya Albora was especially heartbreaking this episode. And coming from someone who gets their heartbroken regularly because of Alya, that's saying something. The episode starts with the zombie-man opening his eyes (I think this PoS is just lying there pretending to be a vegetable, but that's for another time). And the look Alya has on her face when she looks at Cihan is indescribable. Almost as if everything inside her is pleading, 'Please don't regress back to where we just came from.' Because she fears, even as she tries to check on the zombie, that the closer Frankenboran gets to waking up, the further Cihan will drift from her. And, to an extent, her fears are proven right when Sadakat brings up divorce again. See, Alya doesn't come from strong family roots. She believes her biological mother abandoned her for most of her adult life. Then she has Caroline, who tries to fill all the empty spaces abandonment leaves in little Alya, but doesn't manage to succeed too much. As I've said before, Alya's primary fears stem from being abandoned and being a burden. That's what she tries to protect herself from. Those walls around her heart are in place to keep her from suffering that same pain again. That's both her strength and her weakness. While the fear pushes Alya to love harder, to push past difficulties, to rise from the ashes over and over, it also makes her more aloof. She doesn't find it as difficult as Cihan to leave behind 'family' ties because she's never experienced just how forceful those bonds can be. When it falls to her to choose between her love for Cihan and whatever she had with Boran, she picks the former without much guilt. But there's another factor that helps keep her from feeling much remorse for Boran, and that's the way her former husband treats her. Before Alya finds out about the will, her anger at Cihan is at an all-time high, and there's no question of any relationship developing between the two. After the will, however, that's a different story. So, when it falls to her to choose, she can do so easily, with her conscience at rest. And we see that so clearly in the way she announces she won't return to Boran even when he wakes up. Now, let's focus on the tricky bit. The weaknesses. Because Alya fears being a burden, being imposed on someone, adding to their strain, anything other than clarity can't help but raise doubts. When Cihan doesn't answer her question of 'Where will you stand?' with a clear with you or with you, distrust raises its ugly head. She starts asking herself if their relationship is what Cihan really wants now that Boran is back in the picture. She starts wondering whether Cihan will be able to shoulder the burden their relationship will add to his already weighed-down shoulders. It's harrowing to watch her be drawn to Cihan one instant, and pull back the next. Not because she doesn't love him, but because she can't bear to be another weight on Cihan's existence. That's what we see when she's shivering with fever. She wants him close, but she also doesn't want him to suffer. She keeps asking Cihan to leave, but he refuses to budge. And, that cures and hurts at the same time. For some reason, when she says, 'I'm also trying to find a way,' I couldn't help but feel that a part of her is already reverting back to the old Alya. The longer Cihan refrains from giving Alya a clear answer, the more her doubts grow. The more their 'impossibility' takes over her love. The closer she grows to wanting to leave. This time, if she attempts to leave, it won't be because her feelings overwhelm her. It'll be because she can't bear to see Cihan hurt anymore. Cihan Albora Oh boy. I can already hear the jeers of 'coward' and 'gavat' (which, by the way, I find to be a really ugly word) ringing in my ears. Well, fcuk that. Let's get back to our analysis. I talked about how Cihan seems to be stuck between suppression and surrender when it comes to his guilt. And, I did think that almost losing Alya would break that spell. But, clearly, that's not the road that Gulizar wants to take. Perhaps she does want it to come down to conflict. I'm not sure yet. What I am sure of is that Cihan is already aware of what he wants. And it's not wanting to be BFFs with Boran at the expense of Alya, guilt be damned. You can see it in the way his answers get bolder every time Sadakat asks him about a divorce. This episode is the first time Cihan states outright that the burden of 'conscience' isn't his to bear because he merely did what Boran asked of him. In other words, he didn't plan on falling in love with Alya, but it happened, and if there's any blame in that, it's not on him or Alya. Here's what irks most people. He doesn't ever talk about what he wants. It's always 'What if Boran wants this' or 'What if Boran wants that.' In other words, it's a form of misdirection on his part. He knows what's in his heart, but he doesn't want to say it out loud. Another scene where you can clearly see what his choice will be is when he's taking care of Alya during her fever. The more Alya insists that he leave, the more he digs in his heels. Until finally, he says, 'I won't allow anyone to hurt you, I won't allow anyone to harm you, and that's how it will be until I draw my last breath.' People don't say things like. 'That's how it'll be as long as I live,' if they're not sure about what they want. This is Cihan's strength. His love, protective instincts, and his code of sticking up for the people he loves. Unfortunately, like Alya, that's also his weakness. Cihan's been trained to fight for his family and his people to his very last. And, that's one HUGE reason why he can't verbalize what's already screaming inside his mind and his heart. We know he can't live without Alya, he says as much in the last episode. He keeps buying time because he knows once he states those words - there's no turning back. And he knows exactly how ugly things could go because dealing with ugly has been his entire existence. People won't be kind to him or Alya in the place where they live (think back to how Demir sends his goons to insult Alya's mom). And besides all that, what if Boran doesn't want to let go? That's when shit will truly hit the fan, because once Cihan says he's with Alya, he'll be fighting his brother, standing up to his mother, breaking his family apart, endangering Albora with internal strife, and worst of all, risking Alya and Deniz's safety. And remember, unlike Alya, who can control her conscience because of an extenuating factor, Cihan has no such relief. So, what you see is a man trying to survive an impending hurricane in a straw hut. He knows when that storm hits, and it will, things will go to hell. Besides all that, there is his stupid conscience that just won't shut the hell up because of that code of his. To me, that's not cowardice. That's a man standing at the edge of a life-changing truth, and being undone by the gravity of it. It's almost as if his soul is negotiating with reality, hoping to avoid collateral damage, while grieving for the version of himself he knows won't survive after he states his truth. As we can see in the scene where he and Alya are saying goodbye, they're already a family. His heart has already made the choice, so much so that in that scene, even Sadakat and Nare see the invisible bonds tying Cihan to Alya and vice versa. It's not a question of if, merely when. The Last Nail in the Coffin The question on everyone's mind is, what will it be? The last nail in the coffin of Cihan and Boran's brotherhood. The point of no return. To me, the way things are shaping up, there will be a clash. Will the showdown happen when Boran wakes up, or will Cihan learn the truth about his brother and finally be set free? I don't know. I've always had the inkling that Boran isn't what he claims to be. I guess we'll find out soon. But until then, I'll be watching. Gladly. For both my babies. Till next time, happy reading, y'all. #CihAl #UzakŞehir

CocoLoco

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🤬 Burlison: Putting Lacatski Under Oath in a Hearing Wasn't a Top Priority Because He Wouldn't Say Anything New 🤬 (I can't believe I just heard that.) Jeremy Kenyon Lockyer Corbell: "Dr. James Lacatski came on our show. He ran the UFO program for the Defense Intelligence Agency, and he admitted on our show that they breached the hull of a UFO in government possession." Burlison at the Last Hearing: "You reported [that] James Lacatski came to you with government possession of NHI craft and how they ultimately gained entry. Can you testify to the veracity of that claim?" George Knapp at the Last Hearing: "Dr. Lacatski is an honorable man who served most of his career with the DIA. A very trusted, high-level rocket scientist and intelligence analyst who inspired the AAWSAP program, as I said earlier. He said this craft, we had managed to get inside of it. It had no wings, no rotor, no tail, it had no fuel, no fuel tanks. They didn't know how it flew or how it was operated. It clearly looked like it was aerodynamic, but he would not go further. He's a by-the-book guy, and until he gets clearance to say more about that, I don't think we're going to hear much more. "But, it's not ours. It wasn't ours. We didn't make it. We didn't know who made it and how it was built and how it operated. We've got at least one, and I don't know, I think that's enough confirmation that we do have recovered discs and material." (What is written in "Initial Revelations" about that alleged craft, and Lacatski standing by what was written when he was on "Weaponized" is one of the most important claims we've ever had in this field. I don't see it as confirmation that we have craft but we're getting closer. Lacatski saying that he saw it with his own eyes would take it up a notch, but I still wanna see it for myself, and not just in photos and videos. AI is just too good to accept that as proof.) Corbell: "So, and you put that in congressional record. Do you have a way that you can, you know, find out, where is it? He can't tell us, but maybe he can tell you? Where is that craft? Can you go hunt it down? Can you go see it?" Burlison: "You know, that's an interesting question. When it came to Lacatski - and I watched his interview that he did with you guys - and here's what my response to him is. Because he was frustrated that we hadn't reached out to him, but he also kind of, he also admitted that - which is what I was told, and the reason why we haven't reached out to him - is that he's not gonna tell us anything that's not in his books." (Most people on this planet have not read his books!) Corbell: "Well, hold on, hold on. You did reach out to him. There have been three hearings. I reached out to him on behalf of Congress, officially, twice, to say..." Burlison: "You did, that's right, you did." Corbell: "And I had congressional members talk with him the hearing before the last one. He just forgot. But the point is, is that maybe with you guys, in the correct environment, with the right clearances, he can tell you where it is, and you can just put this to bed and go find it." (I'm not against Congress talking to Lacatski in a SCIF, but, IMO, the chances that he tells members of the Secrets Task Force the location of this alleged craft are ZERO. Maybe Rubio would get an answer but he may already know. And if he (Rubio) does know, he's not telling us. At least not yet, and probably, IMO, never.) Burlison: "Yeah. And I remember that. I remember that he was one of the people that we had tasked you to go to reach out to. And for those people that are kind of asking how did that relationship work? Look, we don't have all the contact information for all these people. Why repeat the work that you two have done in building these contacts in your networks? And so, you, basically, patriotically dedicated your time, for free, helping us make contact and kind of coordinate some of those witnesses. (That was an awesome thing for Corbell and Knapp to do and it was for a great cause. The truth!) Burlison: "And I had been told Lacatski is probably not gonna reveal anything that he hasn't already revealed. When I've talked to people, it seemed like it wasn't gonna be new information. And therefore, to me, he wasn't as high of a priority." (He should have been THE priority, as far as witnesses for the hearing. With Lacatski, you have a respected rocket scientist, physicist and intelligence analyst, who has confirmed that this passage from Initial Revelations is accurate: “At the conclusion of a 2011 meeting in the Capitol building with a U.S. Senator and an agency Under Secretary, Lacatski, the only one of this book’s authors present, posed a question. He stated that the United States was in possession of a craft of unknown origin and had successfully gained access to its interior. This craft had a streamlined configuration suitable for aerodynamic flight but no intakes, exhaust, wings, or control surfaces. In fact, it appeared not to have an engine, fuel tanks, or fuel. Lacatski asked: What was the purpose of this craft? Was it a life-support craft useful only for atmospheric reentry or what? If it was a spacecraft, then how did it operate”? And, Lacatski may have seen the craft with his own eyes and entered it. But Burlison (or anybody else on the Task Force) didn't see it as a priority to bring him in, UNDER OATH, and have him repeat what is said in that book, and other important claims from the other two books, and his interviews with Knapp and Corbell? I'm shaking my head as I type this. You know what percentage of the world has read those books and/or watched the, limited, interviews Lacatski has given? Maybe 0.0000000000001% of the population? You had (and still do) a chance to get that man under oath and it wasn't a priority? WTAF? He's getting older and we don't know how much longer he will be around. If, as Rep. Andy Ogles told Matt Laslo, another hearing is coming in January, Lacatski, if he agrees, MUST be part of that. You can ask him about the craft, the alleged paranormal connection, and people getting sick and injured if they get too close to a UAP. And, he can be asked about the hitchhiker effect and claims of contagion. It doesn't matter if he won't add anything new or different than what's in his books or interviews. Put him under oath for the world to see and hear and, hopefully, the mainstream media picks up the story: Rocket Scientist: The USG Has an Otherworldly Craft in its Possession and Have Breached the Hull And maybe, if he's in a Disclosure mood, he'll offer up some surprise like he did in his last interview on Weaponized when he said we have made progress on back engineering these craft but, "it hasn't been achieved to its full extent." That's a MASSIVE claim! Push him to offer up more. And if his answers to many questions are: "It's all in my book"? Make him read from his book so the world can be informed about his claims and what was allegedly discovered in AAWSAP. David Grusch didn't say much more than what he said in his interview with Ross Coulthart and article in The Debrief, but was there ever any thought that he shouldn't have been put under oath and brought in as a witness for that congressional hearing? Of course not!) Burlison: "But to your point, I think getting him in a SCIF and seeing if there's maybe any additional room for him to talk, it might be worthwhile to do that." Knapp: "I think he might. I mean, the last conversations that we've had, it seems like he's edging closer to the idea that, under the right circumstances, he would be willing to share information with Congress, which would be great." (Again, I'm all for putting him the SCIF, too.)
3:29

🤬 Burlison: Putting Lacatski Under Oath in a Hearing Wasn't a Top Priority Because He Wouldn't Say Anything New 🤬 (I can't believe I just heard that.) Jeremy Kenyon Lockyer Corbell: "Dr. James Lacatski came on our show. He ran the UFO program for the Defense Intelligence Agency, and he admitted on our show that they breached the hull of a UFO in government possession." Burlison at the Last Hearing: "You reported [that] James Lacatski came to you with government possession of NHI craft and how they ultimately gained entry. Can you testify to the veracity of that claim?" George Knapp at the Last Hearing: "Dr. Lacatski is an honorable man who served most of his career with the DIA. A very trusted, high-level rocket scientist and intelligence analyst who inspired the AAWSAP program, as I said earlier. He said this craft, we had managed to get inside of it. It had no wings, no rotor, no tail, it had no fuel, no fuel tanks. They didn't know how it flew or how it was operated. It clearly looked like it was aerodynamic, but he would not go further. He's a by-the-book guy, and until he gets clearance to say more about that, I don't think we're going to hear much more. "But, it's not ours. It wasn't ours. We didn't make it. We didn't know who made it and how it was built and how it operated. We've got at least one, and I don't know, I think that's enough confirmation that we do have recovered discs and material." (What is written in "Initial Revelations" about that alleged craft, and Lacatski standing by what was written when he was on "Weaponized" is one of the most important claims we've ever had in this field. I don't see it as confirmation that we have craft but we're getting closer. Lacatski saying that he saw it with his own eyes would take it up a notch, but I still wanna see it for myself, and not just in photos and videos. AI is just too good to accept that as proof.) Corbell: "So, and you put that in congressional record. Do you have a way that you can, you know, find out, where is it? He can't tell us, but maybe he can tell you? Where is that craft? Can you go hunt it down? Can you go see it?" Burlison: "You know, that's an interesting question. When it came to Lacatski - and I watched his interview that he did with you guys - and here's what my response to him is. Because he was frustrated that we hadn't reached out to him, but he also kind of, he also admitted that - which is what I was told, and the reason why we haven't reached out to him - is that he's not gonna tell us anything that's not in his books." (Most people on this planet have not read his books!) Corbell: "Well, hold on, hold on. You did reach out to him. There have been three hearings. I reached out to him on behalf of Congress, officially, twice, to say..." Burlison: "You did, that's right, you did." Corbell: "And I had congressional members talk with him the hearing before the last one. He just forgot. But the point is, is that maybe with you guys, in the correct environment, with the right clearances, he can tell you where it is, and you can just put this to bed and go find it." (I'm not against Congress talking to Lacatski in a SCIF, but, IMO, the chances that he tells members of the Secrets Task Force the location of this alleged craft are ZERO. Maybe Rubio would get an answer but he may already know. And if he (Rubio) does know, he's not telling us. At least not yet, and probably, IMO, never.) Burlison: "Yeah. And I remember that. I remember that he was one of the people that we had tasked you to go to reach out to. And for those people that are kind of asking how did that relationship work? Look, we don't have all the contact information for all these people. Why repeat the work that you two have done in building these contacts in your networks? And so, you, basically, patriotically dedicated your time, for free, helping us make contact and kind of coordinate some of those witnesses. (That was an awesome thing for Corbell and Knapp to do and it was for a great cause. The truth!) Burlison: "And I had been told Lacatski is probably not gonna reveal anything that he hasn't already revealed. When I've talked to people, it seemed like it wasn't gonna be new information. And therefore, to me, he wasn't as high of a priority." (He should have been THE priority, as far as witnesses for the hearing. With Lacatski, you have a respected rocket scientist, physicist and intelligence analyst, who has confirmed that this passage from Initial Revelations is accurate: “At the conclusion of a 2011 meeting in the Capitol building with a U.S. Senator and an agency Under Secretary, Lacatski, the only one of this book’s authors present, posed a question. He stated that the United States was in possession of a craft of unknown origin and had successfully gained access to its interior. This craft had a streamlined configuration suitable for aerodynamic flight but no intakes, exhaust, wings, or control surfaces. In fact, it appeared not to have an engine, fuel tanks, or fuel. Lacatski asked: What was the purpose of this craft? Was it a life-support craft useful only for atmospheric reentry or what? If it was a spacecraft, then how did it operate”? And, Lacatski may have seen the craft with his own eyes and entered it. But Burlison (or anybody else on the Task Force) didn't see it as a priority to bring him in, UNDER OATH, and have him repeat what is said in that book, and other important claims from the other two books, and his interviews with Knapp and Corbell? I'm shaking my head as I type this. You know what percentage of the world has read those books and/or watched the, limited, interviews Lacatski has given? Maybe 0.0000000000001% of the population? You had (and still do) a chance to get that man under oath and it wasn't a priority? WTAF? He's getting older and we don't know how much longer he will be around. If, as Rep. Andy Ogles told Matt Laslo, another hearing is coming in January, Lacatski, if he agrees, MUST be part of that. You can ask him about the craft, the alleged paranormal connection, and people getting sick and injured if they get too close to a UAP. And, he can be asked about the hitchhiker effect and claims of contagion. It doesn't matter if he won't add anything new or different than what's in his books or interviews. Put him under oath for the world to see and hear and, hopefully, the mainstream media picks up the story: Rocket Scientist: The USG Has an Otherworldly Craft in its Possession and Have Breached the Hull And maybe, if he's in a Disclosure mood, he'll offer up some surprise like he did in his last interview on Weaponized when he said we have made progress on back engineering these craft but, "it hasn't been achieved to its full extent." That's a MASSIVE claim! Push him to offer up more. And if his answers to many questions are: "It's all in my book"? Make him read from his book so the world can be informed about his claims and what was allegedly discovered in AAWSAP. David Grusch didn't say much more than what he said in his interview with Ross Coulthart and article in The Debrief, but was there ever any thought that he shouldn't have been put under oath and brought in as a witness for that congressional hearing? Of course not!) Burlison: "But to your point, I think getting him in a SCIF and seeing if there's maybe any additional room for him to talk, it might be worthwhile to do that." Knapp: "I think he might. I mean, the last conversations that we've had, it seems like he's edging closer to the idea that, under the right circumstances, he would be willing to share information with Congress, which would be great." (Again, I'm all for putting him the SCIF, too.)

Joe Murgia

30,311 просмотров • 7 месяцев назад

Dr. Elizabeth Mumper described how much kickback money from INSURANCE COMPANIES she refused to receive by not forcing vaccines on children. I'm pretty sure pushing back against this corrupt system as a mother for my son Salias is what got me into my financial battle with them. Being very vocal that I was MAGA / MAHA likely didn't help either. I don't have any options. A lawyer told me state insurance is allowed to do what they're doing to us. Because Salias is on state insurance, they're allowed to do what they're doing because we didn't get him up to date on vaccines within a certain time frame. That time frame was his 1 year checkup which is when all this insurance backdating started. On his 1 year appointment, we had it out with Salias pediatrician when she said we need to get him up to date on vaccines after pushing them off for so long. I kept pushing them off because of Salias' seizures and the mass in his throat that causes him to suffocate when it overfills with blood from too much pressure. She was persistent and at his 1+year I told her it's just hard to trust vaccines given they tried to force the Covid-19 vaccines on the child chart and doctors would still push it despite the risks of it just to get their kickbacks from insurance companies and that I hoped RFK Jr would put a stop to all of that. By the end of that appointment she told me Salias was not welcome back to her clinic for not getting up to date on his shots and within a few days after that, the state insurance company started back charging us, for even his BIRTH. For the fist 4 moths of his life, he spent a WEEK overnight in the hospital due to his breathing issues. That was very expensive, but when now back charged with all those, we paid it so we could continue seeing the ENT at Nationwide Children's Hospital specialists we needed for Salias. The state insurance company views Salias as a financial liability for not being vaccinated not just to them, but now to OTHER children he said because they view vaccines as the greatest medical achievement of the 20th century. He said state insurance companies are ALLOWED to do this. Private insurance companies or insurance companies provided through employment, are not. This is how the state strong arms parents into vaccinations, especially for public schooling. State insurance feeds into public schooling which ensures vaccine charts remain full which means autoimmune issues and Big Pharma customers for life. A huge potion of destroying the middle class gets people onto state insurance and into public schooling to expand their profit margins. I'M PRETTY SURE in the 90s if you didn't fully vaccinate your child, CPS could tale your children for "neglect." It's the insurance company who are the ones giving kickbacks to doctors for vaccines dictating future policies. My son Salias’s Health Journey:
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Dr. Elizabeth Mumper described how much kickback money from INSURANCE COMPANIES she refused to receive by not forcing vaccines on children. I'm pretty sure pushing back against this corrupt system as a mother for my son Salias is what got me into my financial battle with them. Being very vocal that I was MAGA / MAHA likely didn't help either. I don't have any options. A lawyer told me state insurance is allowed to do what they're doing to us. Because Salias is on state insurance, they're allowed to do what they're doing because we didn't get him up to date on vaccines within a certain time frame. That time frame was his 1 year checkup which is when all this insurance backdating started. On his 1 year appointment, we had it out with Salias pediatrician when she said we need to get him up to date on vaccines after pushing them off for so long. I kept pushing them off because of Salias' seizures and the mass in his throat that causes him to suffocate when it overfills with blood from too much pressure. She was persistent and at his 1+year I told her it's just hard to trust vaccines given they tried to force the Covid-19 vaccines on the child chart and doctors would still push it despite the risks of it just to get their kickbacks from insurance companies and that I hoped RFK Jr would put a stop to all of that. By the end of that appointment she told me Salias was not welcome back to her clinic for not getting up to date on his shots and within a few days after that, the state insurance company started back charging us, for even his BIRTH. For the fist 4 moths of his life, he spent a WEEK overnight in the hospital due to his breathing issues. That was very expensive, but when now back charged with all those, we paid it so we could continue seeing the ENT at Nationwide Children's Hospital specialists we needed for Salias. The state insurance company views Salias as a financial liability for not being vaccinated not just to them, but now to OTHER children he said because they view vaccines as the greatest medical achievement of the 20th century. He said state insurance companies are ALLOWED to do this. Private insurance companies or insurance companies provided through employment, are not. This is how the state strong arms parents into vaccinations, especially for public schooling. State insurance feeds into public schooling which ensures vaccine charts remain full which means autoimmune issues and Big Pharma customers for life. A huge potion of destroying the middle class gets people onto state insurance and into public schooling to expand their profit margins. I'M PRETTY SURE in the 90s if you didn't fully vaccinate your child, CPS could tale your children for "neglect." It's the insurance company who are the ones giving kickbacks to doctors for vaccines dictating future policies. My son Salias’s Health Journey:

Bridgett Fertig

60,000 просмотров • 23 дней назад

Dr. Elizabeth Mumper described how much kickback money from INSURANCE COMPANIES she refused to receive by not forcing vaccines on children. I'm pretty sure pushing back against this corrupt system as a mother for my son Salias is what got me into my financial battle with them. Being very vocal that I was MAGA / MAHA likely didn't help either. I don't have any options. A lawyer told me state insurance is allowed to do what they're doing to us. Because Salias is on state insurance, they're allowed to do what they're doing because we didn't get him up to date on vaccines within a certain time frame. That time frame was his 1 year checkup which is when all this insurance backdating started. On his 1 year appointment, we had it out with Salias pediatrician when she said we need to get him up to date on vaccines after pushing them off for so long. I kept pushing them off because of Salias' seizures and the mass in his throat that causes him to suffocate when it overfills with blood from too much pressure. She was persistent and at his 1+year I told her it's just hard to trust vaccines given they tried to force the Covid-19 vaccines on the child chart and doctors would still push it despite the risks of it just to get their kickbacks from insurance companies and that I hoped RFK Jr would put a stop to all of that. By the end of that appointment she told me Salias was not welcome back to her clinic for not getting up to date on his shots and within a few days after that, the state insurance company started back charging us, for even his BIRTH. For the fist 4 moths of his life, he spent a WEEK overnight in the hospital due to his breathing issues. That was very expensive, but when now back charged with all those, we paid it so we could continue seeing the ENT at Nationwide Children's Hospital specialists we needed for Salias. The state insurance company views Salias as a financial liability for not being vaccinated not just to them, but now to OTHER children he said because they view vaccines as the greatest medical achievement of the 20th century. He said state insurance companies are ALLOWED to do this. Private insurance companies or insurance companies provided through employment, are not. This is how the state strong arms parents into vaccinations, especially for public schooling. State insurance feeds into public schooling which ensures vaccine charts remain full which means autoimmune issues and Big Pharma customers for life. A huge potion of destroying the middle class gets people onto state insurance and into public schooling to expand their profit margins. I'M PRETTY SURE in the 90s if you didn't fully vaccinate your child, CPS could tale your children for "neglect." It's the insurance company who are the ones giving kickbacks to doctors for vaccines dictating future policies. My son Salias’s Health Journey:
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Dr. Elizabeth Mumper described how much kickback money from INSURANCE COMPANIES she refused to receive by not forcing vaccines on children. I'm pretty sure pushing back against this corrupt system as a mother for my son Salias is what got me into my financial battle with them. Being very vocal that I was MAGA / MAHA likely didn't help either. I don't have any options. A lawyer told me state insurance is allowed to do what they're doing to us. Because Salias is on state insurance, they're allowed to do what they're doing because we didn't get him up to date on vaccines within a certain time frame. That time frame was his 1 year checkup which is when all this insurance backdating started. On his 1 year appointment, we had it out with Salias pediatrician when she said we need to get him up to date on vaccines after pushing them off for so long. I kept pushing them off because of Salias' seizures and the mass in his throat that causes him to suffocate when it overfills with blood from too much pressure. She was persistent and at his 1+year I told her it's just hard to trust vaccines given they tried to force the Covid-19 vaccines on the child chart and doctors would still push it despite the risks of it just to get their kickbacks from insurance companies and that I hoped RFK Jr would put a stop to all of that. By the end of that appointment she told me Salias was not welcome back to her clinic for not getting up to date on his shots and within a few days after that, the state insurance company started back charging us, for even his BIRTH. For the fist 4 moths of his life, he spent a WEEK overnight in the hospital due to his breathing issues. That was very expensive, but when now back charged with all those, we paid it so we could continue seeing the ENT at Nationwide Children's Hospital specialists we needed for Salias. The state insurance company views Salias as a financial liability for not being vaccinated not just to them, but now to OTHER children he said because they view vaccines as the greatest medical achievement of the 20th century. He said state insurance companies are ALLOWED to do this. Private insurance companies or insurance companies provided through employment, are not. This is how the state strong arms parents into vaccinations, especially for public schooling. State insurance feeds into public schooling which ensures vaccine charts remain full which means autoimmune issues and Big Pharma customers for life. A huge potion of destroying the middle class gets people onto state insurance and into public schooling to expand their profit margins. I'M PRETTY SURE in the 90s if you didn't fully vaccinate your child, CPS could tale your children for "neglect." It's the insurance company who are the ones giving kickbacks to doctors for vaccines dictating future policies. My son Salias’s Health Journey:

Bridgett Fertig

33,110 просмотров • 15 дней назад

Anthropic's CEO just said the most exciting thing he's seen AI do isn't writing code or passing exams but rather catching diseases that a room full of specialist doctors completely missed (Save this). Dario Amodei described watching Claude diagnose medical conditions that went undetected by multiple highly trained physicians including in his own co-founder Daniela. In a clinical study published earlier this year, AI outperformed attending physicians at diagnosing patients on arrival to the emergency room. Claude models correctly diagnosed 556 to 565 out of 945 complex medical cases compared to 467 correct from individual physicians on average. The medicine piece gets the headlines, but Amodei thinks the biology story is actually bigger. As a former biologist, he described watching Claude perform tasks in drug design and computational chemistry that previously required years of specialized training and being genuinely surprised at how capable it had become. The data backs up that reaction. In 2025, the first drug with both its target and molecule designed entirely by AI completed Phase IIa trials with measurable clinical efficacy reaching that milestone in 18 months versus the three to four years a traditional approach would have required. New AI antibody design models are now achieving 16 to 20% experimental hit rates in zero-shot design from scratch, a 100x improvement over prior computational benchmarks. Oxford researchers developed a model that identifies patients at risk of heart failure up to five years before symptoms appear, with 86% accuracy using standard CT scans already in hospitals. What Amodei is pointing at is something deeper than any individual breakthrough. He's describing a compression of time, the collapse of the gap between scientific question and scientific answer that has defined the pace of medicine for the last century. Traditional drug discovery runs 12 to 15 years from target identification to approval, AI is cutting that to 14 months in early-stage cases. The lead optimization cycle that used to take four months is being compressed to two weeks. That compounding rate, applied across every disease simultaneously, is what Amodei means when he points to 1900 and says think of another hundred years of that kind of progress, only faster. The caveats are real and worth noting. Even though AI achieves over 90% accuracy on final diagnoses when given complete information, it still struggles significantly with the early reasoning steps, building differential diagnoses, interpreting ambiguous initial symptoms, and deciding what questions to ask next. The bottleneck is no longer whether AI can get to the right answer but it's whether it can navigate the messy, incomplete information that defines real clinical encounters. But the trajectory is clear and Amodei is increasingly optimistic about it. Go back to 1900, the average person lived to 46, died of infections we now cure in three days, and had no meaningful treatment for cancer, heart disease, or diabetes, one century of scientific progress changed nearly all of that. AI doesn't just accelerate that process linearly, but rather parallelizes it, running thousands of research hypotheses simultaneously across every disease, every protein, every chemical interaction, at a speed no human institution has ever operated. That's what Amodei means when he says life is going to get better.
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Anthropic's CEO just said the most exciting thing he's seen AI do isn't writing code or passing exams but rather catching diseases that a room full of specialist doctors completely missed (Save this). Dario Amodei described watching Claude diagnose medical conditions that went undetected by multiple highly trained physicians including in his own co-founder Daniela. In a clinical study published earlier this year, AI outperformed attending physicians at diagnosing patients on arrival to the emergency room. Claude models correctly diagnosed 556 to 565 out of 945 complex medical cases compared to 467 correct from individual physicians on average. The medicine piece gets the headlines, but Amodei thinks the biology story is actually bigger. As a former biologist, he described watching Claude perform tasks in drug design and computational chemistry that previously required years of specialized training and being genuinely surprised at how capable it had become. The data backs up that reaction. In 2025, the first drug with both its target and molecule designed entirely by AI completed Phase IIa trials with measurable clinical efficacy reaching that milestone in 18 months versus the three to four years a traditional approach would have required. New AI antibody design models are now achieving 16 to 20% experimental hit rates in zero-shot design from scratch, a 100x improvement over prior computational benchmarks. Oxford researchers developed a model that identifies patients at risk of heart failure up to five years before symptoms appear, with 86% accuracy using standard CT scans already in hospitals. What Amodei is pointing at is something deeper than any individual breakthrough. He's describing a compression of time, the collapse of the gap between scientific question and scientific answer that has defined the pace of medicine for the last century. Traditional drug discovery runs 12 to 15 years from target identification to approval, AI is cutting that to 14 months in early-stage cases. The lead optimization cycle that used to take four months is being compressed to two weeks. That compounding rate, applied across every disease simultaneously, is what Amodei means when he points to 1900 and says think of another hundred years of that kind of progress, only faster. The caveats are real and worth noting. Even though AI achieves over 90% accuracy on final diagnoses when given complete information, it still struggles significantly with the early reasoning steps, building differential diagnoses, interpreting ambiguous initial symptoms, and deciding what questions to ask next. The bottleneck is no longer whether AI can get to the right answer but it's whether it can navigate the messy, incomplete information that defines real clinical encounters. But the trajectory is clear and Amodei is increasingly optimistic about it. Go back to 1900, the average person lived to 46, died of infections we now cure in three days, and had no meaningful treatment for cancer, heart disease, or diabetes, one century of scientific progress changed nearly all of that. AI doesn't just accelerate that process linearly, but rather parallelizes it, running thousands of research hypotheses simultaneously across every disease, every protein, every chemical interaction, at a speed no human institution has ever operated. That's what Amodei means when he says life is going to get better.

Milk Road AI

44,385 просмотров • 1 месяц назад

This poor Mexican-American radio repairman accidentally discovered how to hack the human brain. What he found terrified the establishment. Here's an incredible story that'll make you rethink consciousness. Meet Jose Silva. He was fixing radios in Laredo, Texas, barely making enough to feed his family. But somewhere in the circuit boards and frequency waves, he noticed something that would spend the next fifty years getting buried under institutional resistance and academic dismissal. When he worked with his sister on her homework using hypnosis techniques, he observed something that shouldn't have been possible: - Her IQ jumped. - Her recall became photographic. - Her ability to solve problems accelerated. But more importantly, when he guided her to visualize specific scenarios in her mind at a particular brain frequency, outcomes in her actual life began shifting in alignment with what she'd mentally constructed. This was more than meditation. This was something neurobiologically measurable happening inside the brain when it operated at a specific frequency band. Decades later, neuroscience would begin validating fragments of what Silva had intuited. Brain imaging shows the alpha state—that 8 to 12 cycles per second frequency he identified—creates a bridge between the analytical left hemisphere and the creative, intuitive right hemisphere. When you're there, the default mode network (the brain's task negative network) quiets down. The predictive centers that normally constrain your thinking go offline. The areas associated with imagination, emotion, and visualization light up simultaneously with memory centers and executive function centers. You're operating in a state where the brain isn't filtering reality through learned restrictions anymore. What Silva understood before we had the vocabulary for it was that consciousness at this frequency doesn't work like consciousness at your normal waking state. At 20 cycles (normal waking), your brain treats visualization as imagination—something separate from reality, a daydream, unreal. The two hemispheres aren't talking to each other in the same integrated way. Your left brain is running the show, building models, making predictions, comparing incoming sensations to stored patterns and mostly rejecting what doesn't match. At alpha, something shifts. The visualization becomes real to the brain in a way it isn't at 20 cycles. The visual cortex activates almost identically whether you're watching something with your eyes open or visualizing it with your eyes closed. The motor cortex fires. The emotional centers engage. But critically, the skepticism circuits—the parts of your brain that constantly evaluate whether something is real or unreal, possible or impossible—go quiet. To the brain at alpha, a vividly visualized scenario has genuine reality weight. This is where most people miss the actual mechanism. They hear Silva talk about visualization creating reality and think he's claiming some mystical force, some mind over matter pseudoscience. They don't understand what he's actually pointing to: the brain's predictive model of reality gets updated when you introduce new information into the right hemisphere at alpha. That updated model then drives every unconscious behavior, every intuition, every pattern recognition decision your brain makes when you return to normal waking state. Your body begins moving through the world differently because your brain's map of what's possible just changed. The neuroscientist Donald Hebb captured this with a single sentence that nobody paid attention to until decades later: "neurons that fire together wire together." When you visualize something in alpha with genuine emotional engagement, you're lighting up the neural pathways that would fire if that thing were actually happening. You're priming those neural circuits. When you encounter real situations that match elements of your visualization, your brain recognizes the patterns faster, your intuition reads the scenario more accurately, your decisions reflect someone who's already lived through something similar. Silva never quite explained it in neural terms because the imaging technology didn't exist yet. But he was precise about something else: the visualization has to be detailed, has to include emotional content, has to feel real to the right brain hemisphere. Casual daydreaming doesn't do it. Vague hoping doesn't do it. You have to construct the scenario in full sensory detail at alpha, experience it as though it's already happened, let your body feel what that accomplishment would feel like. That's the piece that terrified institutions. Silva was offering a method that actually worked. People who went through the training reported concrete results. Better memory. Improved problem solving. Accurate intuitions. Things that could be measured and replicated. But, the Catholic Church called it demonic. Medical establishments dismissed it as pseudoscience. The intelligence community studied it quietly and then classified what they found. Because if you can teach ordinary people to access a mental state where their brain becomes dramatically more capable of solving problems, of recognizing patterns, of generating solutions their waking mind couldn't access—you've fundamentally altered the game. You've democratized cognitive enhancement without a pill, without an implant, without any external technology. The part Silva kept emphasizing that still doesn't get enough attention: he wasn't claiming you could visualize yourself flying and then float off a building. He was claiming that if you wanted to build a business, solve a technical problem, heal a relationship, or create something in your field, you could encode that intention into your right brain using visualization at alpha, and your unconscious would reorganize around making it real. The mechanism was always about rewiring your nervous system to recognize and move toward opportunities your waking mind was too filtered to see. Modern research into visualization has begun confirming exactly this. Athletes who combine physical practice with detailed mental rehearsal at specific brain states show measurable improvements beyond those who only practice physically. The brain doesn't clearly distinguish between vividly rehearsed scenarios and actual experience when it comes to pattern recognition and motor programming. Visualization activates the same neural pathways as the actual behavior. But Silva took it further. He wasn't just talking about athletes or specific skills. He was talking about a general state of consciousness that upgraded how the entire brain processed reality. A state you could teach anyone to access consistently, to maintain, to work from deliberately. That's a technology. That's a demonstrable technique that produces measurable changes in cognitive function. The reason it got suppressed wasn't that it didn't work. It's precisely that it did work, and it worked for people who had no credentials, no institutional backing, no permission from the established hierarchy of thought. An electronics repairman from Mexico showing working class people how to access states of mind that made them more capable, more intuitive, more effective at solving their own problems? That threatened something in the structure of how power gets distributed. Institutions maintain control partly through controlling which people have access to enhanced cognition. Universities do it through exclusive admission. Corporations do it through internal hierarchies. Professions do it through credentialing and gatekeeping. If you suddenly make a technique available that allows anyone to access demonstrably better thinking for free, you've disrupted the scarcity model. Silva understood this. He was building a movement of people who could think for themselves at a level the system didn't want widely distributed. Everything he said about visualization, about the right brain hemisphere, about alpha frequency, about the present being the materialization of thought—it all traces back to a single radical claim: "that human consciousness can be upgraded, that most of us are running at a fraction of our potential, and that the upgrade doesn't come from external authority but from accessing the mental tools we already have." That thought, more than anything else, was the real threat.
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This poor Mexican-American radio repairman accidentally discovered how to hack the human brain. What he found terrified the establishment. Here's an incredible story that'll make you rethink consciousness. Meet Jose Silva. He was fixing radios in Laredo, Texas, barely making enough to feed his family. But somewhere in the circuit boards and frequency waves, he noticed something that would spend the next fifty years getting buried under institutional resistance and academic dismissal. When he worked with his sister on her homework using hypnosis techniques, he observed something that shouldn't have been possible: - Her IQ jumped. - Her recall became photographic. - Her ability to solve problems accelerated. But more importantly, when he guided her to visualize specific scenarios in her mind at a particular brain frequency, outcomes in her actual life began shifting in alignment with what she'd mentally constructed. This was more than meditation. This was something neurobiologically measurable happening inside the brain when it operated at a specific frequency band. Decades later, neuroscience would begin validating fragments of what Silva had intuited. Brain imaging shows the alpha state—that 8 to 12 cycles per second frequency he identified—creates a bridge between the analytical left hemisphere and the creative, intuitive right hemisphere. When you're there, the default mode network (the brain's task negative network) quiets down. The predictive centers that normally constrain your thinking go offline. The areas associated with imagination, emotion, and visualization light up simultaneously with memory centers and executive function centers. You're operating in a state where the brain isn't filtering reality through learned restrictions anymore. What Silva understood before we had the vocabulary for it was that consciousness at this frequency doesn't work like consciousness at your normal waking state. At 20 cycles (normal waking), your brain treats visualization as imagination—something separate from reality, a daydream, unreal. The two hemispheres aren't talking to each other in the same integrated way. Your left brain is running the show, building models, making predictions, comparing incoming sensations to stored patterns and mostly rejecting what doesn't match. At alpha, something shifts. The visualization becomes real to the brain in a way it isn't at 20 cycles. The visual cortex activates almost identically whether you're watching something with your eyes open or visualizing it with your eyes closed. The motor cortex fires. The emotional centers engage. But critically, the skepticism circuits—the parts of your brain that constantly evaluate whether something is real or unreal, possible or impossible—go quiet. To the brain at alpha, a vividly visualized scenario has genuine reality weight. This is where most people miss the actual mechanism. They hear Silva talk about visualization creating reality and think he's claiming some mystical force, some mind over matter pseudoscience. They don't understand what he's actually pointing to: the brain's predictive model of reality gets updated when you introduce new information into the right hemisphere at alpha. That updated model then drives every unconscious behavior, every intuition, every pattern recognition decision your brain makes when you return to normal waking state. Your body begins moving through the world differently because your brain's map of what's possible just changed. The neuroscientist Donald Hebb captured this with a single sentence that nobody paid attention to until decades later: "neurons that fire together wire together." When you visualize something in alpha with genuine emotional engagement, you're lighting up the neural pathways that would fire if that thing were actually happening. You're priming those neural circuits. When you encounter real situations that match elements of your visualization, your brain recognizes the patterns faster, your intuition reads the scenario more accurately, your decisions reflect someone who's already lived through something similar. Silva never quite explained it in neural terms because the imaging technology didn't exist yet. But he was precise about something else: the visualization has to be detailed, has to include emotional content, has to feel real to the right brain hemisphere. Casual daydreaming doesn't do it. Vague hoping doesn't do it. You have to construct the scenario in full sensory detail at alpha, experience it as though it's already happened, let your body feel what that accomplishment would feel like. That's the piece that terrified institutions. Silva was offering a method that actually worked. People who went through the training reported concrete results. Better memory. Improved problem solving. Accurate intuitions. Things that could be measured and replicated. But, the Catholic Church called it demonic. Medical establishments dismissed it as pseudoscience. The intelligence community studied it quietly and then classified what they found. Because if you can teach ordinary people to access a mental state where their brain becomes dramatically more capable of solving problems, of recognizing patterns, of generating solutions their waking mind couldn't access—you've fundamentally altered the game. You've democratized cognitive enhancement without a pill, without an implant, without any external technology. The part Silva kept emphasizing that still doesn't get enough attention: he wasn't claiming you could visualize yourself flying and then float off a building. He was claiming that if you wanted to build a business, solve a technical problem, heal a relationship, or create something in your field, you could encode that intention into your right brain using visualization at alpha, and your unconscious would reorganize around making it real. The mechanism was always about rewiring your nervous system to recognize and move toward opportunities your waking mind was too filtered to see. Modern research into visualization has begun confirming exactly this. Athletes who combine physical practice with detailed mental rehearsal at specific brain states show measurable improvements beyond those who only practice physically. The brain doesn't clearly distinguish between vividly rehearsed scenarios and actual experience when it comes to pattern recognition and motor programming. Visualization activates the same neural pathways as the actual behavior. But Silva took it further. He wasn't just talking about athletes or specific skills. He was talking about a general state of consciousness that upgraded how the entire brain processed reality. A state you could teach anyone to access consistently, to maintain, to work from deliberately. That's a technology. That's a demonstrable technique that produces measurable changes in cognitive function. The reason it got suppressed wasn't that it didn't work. It's precisely that it did work, and it worked for people who had no credentials, no institutional backing, no permission from the established hierarchy of thought. An electronics repairman from Mexico showing working class people how to access states of mind that made them more capable, more intuitive, more effective at solving their own problems? That threatened something in the structure of how power gets distributed. Institutions maintain control partly through controlling which people have access to enhanced cognition. Universities do it through exclusive admission. Corporations do it through internal hierarchies. Professions do it through credentialing and gatekeeping. If you suddenly make a technique available that allows anyone to access demonstrably better thinking for free, you've disrupted the scarcity model. Silva understood this. He was building a movement of people who could think for themselves at a level the system didn't want widely distributed. Everything he said about visualization, about the right brain hemisphere, about alpha frequency, about the present being the materialization of thought—it all traces back to a single radical claim: "that human consciousness can be upgraded, that most of us are running at a fraction of our potential, and that the upgrade doesn't come from external authority but from accessing the mental tools we already have." That thought, more than anything else, was the real threat.

Darshak Rana ⚡️

66,193 просмотров • 11 дней назад

Pain demands to be felt We brought Banban home around 2017. Papa was planning to pass her to one of his bowling buddies, but we begged, and somehow he smiled and said yes. She came with Lassy and Fudgie at first—those three tumbling through the house like they owned it. One by one, old age quietly took the others, leaving Banban as the last gentle giant of that little pack. She was always indoors, but every chance we got, we’d walk her slowly outside, her tail still sweeping the air like she was young again. I used to be only a cat person—those scrappy puspins were my world. But Banban? She never once snapped or pushed them away. She’d let them curl into her warmth, even nap beside her massive paws. I can still see her lying there, patient, eyes half-closed, as if saying, “It’s okay, little ones. You’re safe here.” That quiet kindness was her language. She carried us through everything. Papa’s death in 2019 left a hole nothing could fill—except Banban, still there at the gate, still wagging like he might walk through the door any second. The pandemic locked us in; Typhoon Ulysses tore the world apart outside; she stayed steady. Through tears, fear, silence, she was the one constant heartbeat we could touch. Every time I left the house, I came back with pasalubong just for her—warm pandesal, bits of chicken, her favorite treats. The second the gate creaked, there she was: ears up, eyes bright, that full-body wiggle of pure joy. No matter how heavy the day had been, her welcome cracked me open with light. Then Britney and Cabs arrived—tiny tornadoes of chaos. They’d nip at her ears, climb over her like she was furniture. Banban never growled. She’d just sigh that big, dramatic sigh, shift her weight, and let them win. Big sister to the end. January 2026 stole her hind legs without warning. We carried her, supported her, walked her anyway—whispering, “Come on, girl, just a little more.” I prayed until my throat hurt, bargained with God, promised anything if she’d just stand again. We bought every medicine, tried every trick. But this week her light started fading fast. Last Wednesday, I looked into those tired brown eyes and knew: we were down to hours. I sat on the floor beside her, forehead to forehead. I whispered sorry—for not walking her one more time around the block, for not sneaking her one extra treat (even though she was already the most spoiled girl in the world). I thanked her for every single day she chose us, for guarding our broken hearts, for being the thread that still tied me to Papa. I told her she didn’t have to fight anymore. “It’s okay to rest now, Banban. You’ve been so brave. I love you. Go find Papa—he’s waiting.” The room went still. Birds sang outside like they knew. Time stretched thin. Five minutes later, she sighed one last soft breath and slipped away—peaceful, no pain, just… gone. The tears haven’t stopped. She was my last living piece of him. Papa brought her home; now they’re together again, I have to believe that. I begged her to come back to us somehow, in some new fur and wagging tail. Coming home now is the hardest part. The gate is empty. No happy bark, no smiling face pressed to the bars, no warm body leaning into my legs. The silence screams. But I thank God—for the gift of her, for the gentle way He carried her home. I’ll keep praying she finds her way back. We love you beyond words, Banban. Run free, our sweetest Ate. Chase endless zoomies, roll in fields of treats, rest your head on Papa’s lap. Watch over us, okay? Until we meet again. I miss you with every breath. But heaven denied Destiny decried Something beautiful died Too soon But I'm letting go I'm givin' up the ghost But don't get me wrong I'll always love you that's why I wrote you this very last song I guess this is where we say goodbye I know I'll be alright Someday I'll be fine But just not tonight
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Pain demands to be felt We brought Banban home around 2017. Papa was planning to pass her to one of his bowling buddies, but we begged, and somehow he smiled and said yes. She came with Lassy and Fudgie at first—those three tumbling through the house like they owned it. One by one, old age quietly took the others, leaving Banban as the last gentle giant of that little pack. She was always indoors, but every chance we got, we’d walk her slowly outside, her tail still sweeping the air like she was young again. I used to be only a cat person—those scrappy puspins were my world. But Banban? She never once snapped or pushed them away. She’d let them curl into her warmth, even nap beside her massive paws. I can still see her lying there, patient, eyes half-closed, as if saying, “It’s okay, little ones. You’re safe here.” That quiet kindness was her language. She carried us through everything. Papa’s death in 2019 left a hole nothing could fill—except Banban, still there at the gate, still wagging like he might walk through the door any second. The pandemic locked us in; Typhoon Ulysses tore the world apart outside; she stayed steady. Through tears, fear, silence, she was the one constant heartbeat we could touch. Every time I left the house, I came back with pasalubong just for her—warm pandesal, bits of chicken, her favorite treats. The second the gate creaked, there she was: ears up, eyes bright, that full-body wiggle of pure joy. No matter how heavy the day had been, her welcome cracked me open with light. Then Britney and Cabs arrived—tiny tornadoes of chaos. They’d nip at her ears, climb over her like she was furniture. Banban never growled. She’d just sigh that big, dramatic sigh, shift her weight, and let them win. Big sister to the end. January 2026 stole her hind legs without warning. We carried her, supported her, walked her anyway—whispering, “Come on, girl, just a little more.” I prayed until my throat hurt, bargained with God, promised anything if she’d just stand again. We bought every medicine, tried every trick. But this week her light started fading fast. Last Wednesday, I looked into those tired brown eyes and knew: we were down to hours. I sat on the floor beside her, forehead to forehead. I whispered sorry—for not walking her one more time around the block, for not sneaking her one extra treat (even though she was already the most spoiled girl in the world). I thanked her for every single day she chose us, for guarding our broken hearts, for being the thread that still tied me to Papa. I told her she didn’t have to fight anymore. “It’s okay to rest now, Banban. You’ve been so brave. I love you. Go find Papa—he’s waiting.” The room went still. Birds sang outside like they knew. Time stretched thin. Five minutes later, she sighed one last soft breath and slipped away—peaceful, no pain, just… gone. The tears haven’t stopped. She was my last living piece of him. Papa brought her home; now they’re together again, I have to believe that. I begged her to come back to us somehow, in some new fur and wagging tail. Coming home now is the hardest part. The gate is empty. No happy bark, no smiling face pressed to the bars, no warm body leaning into my legs. The silence screams. But I thank God—for the gift of her, for the gentle way He carried her home. I’ll keep praying she finds her way back. We love you beyond words, Banban. Run free, our sweetest Ate. Chase endless zoomies, roll in fields of treats, rest your head on Papa’s lap. Watch over us, okay? Until we meet again. I miss you with every breath. But heaven denied Destiny decried Something beautiful died Too soon But I'm letting go I'm givin' up the ghost But don't get me wrong I'll always love you that's why I wrote you this very last song I guess this is where we say goodbye I know I'll be alright Someday I'll be fine But just not tonight

1Jrome

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I can't believe that the once richest man on earth just bet his entire empire on ONE company. And he has 9 days to pull it off. SoftBank is scrambling to deliver $22.5 billion to OpenAI by December 31st. To get there, CEO Masayoshi Son sold his ENTIRE stake in the best-performing AI stock on the planet. Then sold billions more in other holdings. Cut staff. Froze dealmaking. Borrowed against everything he owns. This is the biggest all-in bet in the past few years. And it might be the most reckless financial engineering since 2008. Here's what's actually happening: SoftBank promised OpenAI $40 billion back in April when the company was valued at $300 billion. The deal had conditions. OpenAI had to convert to a for-profit structure by year-end. They did that in October. Now the clock is ticking. $22.5 billion must arrive in 9 days or the deal breaks. Son already delivered $17.5 billion earlier this year. Getting the rest is proving harder than anyone expected. The moves Son made to raise the cash are absolutely wild: He dumped SoftBank's entire $5.8 billion position in Nvidia. Not trimmed. Not reduced. LIQUIDATED. The same Nvidia that's been printing money for AI investors all year. He sold $4.8 billion worth of T-Mobile shares. Slashed staff across the company. And the Vision Fund that used to write checks for everything? Dead. Any deal over $50 million now requires Son's personal approval. Investment managers who used to hunt for the next big thing are now working full-time on the OpenAI transaction. But it still wasn't enough cash... So Son went to the debt markets. He expanded SoftBank's margin loan capacity by $6.5 billion, bringing total undrawn capacity to $11.5 billion. All of it backed by Arm Holdings stock. If Arm's stock drops, those loans get called. SoftBank faces margin calls. The whole thing unravels. And the risk gets crazier. OpenAI's valuation has tripled since April. Started at $300 billion. Now heading toward $900 billion according to sources. Amazon is reportedly joining the next round. On paper, SoftBank's investment looks brilliant. A 3X return in 8 months. But here's the thing: OpenAI is hemorrhaging cash at a rate that makes Uber's losses look responsible. The company generates $13 billion in annual revenue. Impressive... right? But they're literally projected to LOSE $74 billion by 2028. Not break even with losses. Not approach profitability. $74 billion in the red. Their revenue is growing. Their losses are growing faster. Because AI compute costs don't scale down. They scale UP. Every new ChatGPT user costs OpenAI money. Every API call burns cash. Every model training run requires millions in compute. Sam Altman told employees OpenAI is now in "code red" mode. Pausing all other product launches to focus entirely on beating Google's Gemini. That's the language of desperation. And Altman's long-term vision is even more expensive. He wants to build 30 gigawatts of AI compute capacity. Cost: $1.4 TRILLION. For context, that's larger than Mexico's entire GDP. He wants to add 1 gigawat every single week. Each gigawatt costs over $40 billion. The math doesn't work. The business model doesn't work. The capital requirements are impossible. But Son is betting everything anyway. Why would he do this? Because if it works, he owns the future. If OpenAI becomes the infrastructure layer for the next 20 years of computing, that $22.5 billion turns into trillions. SoftBank becomes the kingmaker of AI. Son becomes the most powerful investor in history. But if it fails? SoftBank vaporizes. The Nvidia stake is gone. Can't get it back. The T-Mobile shares are gone. The margin loans against Arm come due. Son has systematically dismantled his portfolio to concentrate everything into one bet. This is the opposite of diversification. This is the opposite of prudent risk management. This is a founder going all-in on a vision that everyone else thinks is insane. And he might be right. Other investors see it too. That's why OpenAI's valuation tripled in 8 months. BlackRock, Fidelity, and JP Morgan are all writing massive checks to private AI companies. Databricks just raised $4 billion at a $134 billion valuation. The entire market is betting that AI infrastructure will define the next decade. But the difference? They're diversifying. Spreading risk. Building portfolios. Son put everything on one company. The deadline is December 31st. In 9 days, we'll know if SoftBank pulled it off. If they deliver the $22.5 billion on time, the bet stays alive. If they miss the deadline, the deal could collapse. The terms could change. Competitors could swoop in. And Son will have sold the farm for nothing. This is either: The greatest venture bet in history. Or the most reckless financial move since Lehman Brothers. There's no middle ground. Masayoshi Son doesn't do middle ground. He bet big on Alibaba in 2000 and turned $20 million into $60 billion. He bet big on WeWork and lost $14 billion. Now he's betting bigger than ever. $22.5 billion. 9 days. Everything on the line. What would you do?
1:06

I can't believe that the once richest man on earth just bet his entire empire on ONE company. And he has 9 days to pull it off. SoftBank is scrambling to deliver $22.5 billion to OpenAI by December 31st. To get there, CEO Masayoshi Son sold his ENTIRE stake in the best-performing AI stock on the planet. Then sold billions more in other holdings. Cut staff. Froze dealmaking. Borrowed against everything he owns. This is the biggest all-in bet in the past few years. And it might be the most reckless financial engineering since 2008. Here's what's actually happening: SoftBank promised OpenAI $40 billion back in April when the company was valued at $300 billion. The deal had conditions. OpenAI had to convert to a for-profit structure by year-end. They did that in October. Now the clock is ticking. $22.5 billion must arrive in 9 days or the deal breaks. Son already delivered $17.5 billion earlier this year. Getting the rest is proving harder than anyone expected. The moves Son made to raise the cash are absolutely wild: He dumped SoftBank's entire $5.8 billion position in Nvidia. Not trimmed. Not reduced. LIQUIDATED. The same Nvidia that's been printing money for AI investors all year. He sold $4.8 billion worth of T-Mobile shares. Slashed staff across the company. And the Vision Fund that used to write checks for everything? Dead. Any deal over $50 million now requires Son's personal approval. Investment managers who used to hunt for the next big thing are now working full-time on the OpenAI transaction. But it still wasn't enough cash... So Son went to the debt markets. He expanded SoftBank's margin loan capacity by $6.5 billion, bringing total undrawn capacity to $11.5 billion. All of it backed by Arm Holdings stock. If Arm's stock drops, those loans get called. SoftBank faces margin calls. The whole thing unravels. And the risk gets crazier. OpenAI's valuation has tripled since April. Started at $300 billion. Now heading toward $900 billion according to sources. Amazon is reportedly joining the next round. On paper, SoftBank's investment looks brilliant. A 3X return in 8 months. But here's the thing: OpenAI is hemorrhaging cash at a rate that makes Uber's losses look responsible. The company generates $13 billion in annual revenue. Impressive... right? But they're literally projected to LOSE $74 billion by 2028. Not break even with losses. Not approach profitability. $74 billion in the red. Their revenue is growing. Their losses are growing faster. Because AI compute costs don't scale down. They scale UP. Every new ChatGPT user costs OpenAI money. Every API call burns cash. Every model training run requires millions in compute. Sam Altman told employees OpenAI is now in "code red" mode. Pausing all other product launches to focus entirely on beating Google's Gemini. That's the language of desperation. And Altman's long-term vision is even more expensive. He wants to build 30 gigawatts of AI compute capacity. Cost: $1.4 TRILLION. For context, that's larger than Mexico's entire GDP. He wants to add 1 gigawat every single week. Each gigawatt costs over $40 billion. The math doesn't work. The business model doesn't work. The capital requirements are impossible. But Son is betting everything anyway. Why would he do this? Because if it works, he owns the future. If OpenAI becomes the infrastructure layer for the next 20 years of computing, that $22.5 billion turns into trillions. SoftBank becomes the kingmaker of AI. Son becomes the most powerful investor in history. But if it fails? SoftBank vaporizes. The Nvidia stake is gone. Can't get it back. The T-Mobile shares are gone. The margin loans against Arm come due. Son has systematically dismantled his portfolio to concentrate everything into one bet. This is the opposite of diversification. This is the opposite of prudent risk management. This is a founder going all-in on a vision that everyone else thinks is insane. And he might be right. Other investors see it too. That's why OpenAI's valuation tripled in 8 months. BlackRock, Fidelity, and JP Morgan are all writing massive checks to private AI companies. Databricks just raised $4 billion at a $134 billion valuation. The entire market is betting that AI infrastructure will define the next decade. But the difference? They're diversifying. Spreading risk. Building portfolios. Son put everything on one company. The deadline is December 31st. In 9 days, we'll know if SoftBank pulled it off. If they deliver the $22.5 billion on time, the bet stays alive. If they miss the deadline, the deal could collapse. The terms could change. Competitors could swoop in. And Son will have sold the farm for nothing. This is either: The greatest venture bet in history. Or the most reckless financial move since Lehman Brothers. There's no middle ground. Masayoshi Son doesn't do middle ground. He bet big on Alibaba in 2000 and turned $20 million into $60 billion. He bet big on WeWork and lost $14 billion. Now he's betting bigger than ever. $22.5 billion. 9 days. Everything on the line. What would you do?

Ricardo

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ＢＬＡＺＥ ＯＦ ＦＵＲＹ I slam down on the little shrimp with the full, earth-shaking tonnage of my colossal bulk. His puny frame flattens like a stomped roach beneath me, and a vicious snap cuts the air as his lungs cough up a sad, broken yelp. It’s fuckin’ wild how his skinny, fragile build sets my blood ablaze—like a brittle twig trembling beneath my hulking, boulder-like chest, begging to be crushed. My pecs squash him flat, mashing his mug into the mat with skull-shattering might. I smack my cock against the twin curves of his ass and grind it awake along their sculpted swell. My hips pound his dainty backside, even as he squirms, tensing and trying to buck me off. His pathetic fuckin’ resistance melts like butter under my sheer dominance—nothing but a sorry little twitch-fest. My junk roars to life faster than a souped-up dragster. I’m a goddamn bulldozer rolling over this fuckin’ worthless speck. I jerk up a couple inches and smash back down hard. A nasty crack rips from his guts under my brutal hammering, but all he’s got left is a faint gasp as the air ditches him. I drag myself slow, pulverizing him into the mat with every fiber of my strength, and growl in his ear: “Wrestle, runt!” I hoist my bulk up a hair, and the wimp starts thrashing under me. He knows I get off on his flailing fight—I crave those desperate, doomed swings. His mousy muscles got no shot at budging me, but even half-dead, he’s hell-bent on lighting my fuse. His tiny bum rubs my dick like mad, sparking like a match on rough timber. My member’s pulsing, primed to pay him back. Wielding my titanic bulk like a sledgehammer, I unleash a savage pounding on him. My gut slams him down with crushing weight. Every hit’s meaner than the last, sinking him deeper into the mat. His wriggling quits cold, his body caving to my relentless beatdown. The hardest blows grind his bones to dust, but he’s silent now—just ragged breaths forced out by my strikes. Conscious? Who gives a shit. After a dozen ruthless smacks, I flop onto him. His frail frame is scorching from the thrashing I dished out. My gargantuan mass locks him in place—no squirming, no breathing, nada. He’s mine to break, and my sheer heft could snuff him out for good. But I ain’t done—my cock’s howling for more. I peel off him. The shrimp wheezes, clawing for air, fumbling his wrecked shell. I give him a sec to pull it together—the grand finale’s coming. He knows a stiff corpse won’t rev my engine. I hiss in his ear: “Flip over!” Battered to hell, he still spins onto his back like a whipped little shit. He wouldn’t dream of crossing me—fear and heat tangle in his eyes as my monstrous shadow looms. I reward his obedience by slamming down full-force. His chest plate cracks, ribs splinter. My meat smacks his steel-hard cock with a loud thwack. The twisted little freak loves it. I’ve flattened him helpless again, and my shaft drinks in his agony. I grind it against his dick, mashing his lean torso with my thick, beefy bulk. His ribcage buckles as I lean in hard. His feebleness and frailty stoke my sadistic blaze. “Wrestle!” I snarl, easing up an inch to let him fan my flames. He tries to fight back—he knows every twitch stokes my fire. He’s desperate to keep me happy; he’s seen what happens to uppity punks who don’t. He don’t want that smoke. His beat-up, aching husk battles to please me. He’s so goddamn insignificant—my junk’s a live grenade. The big finish is close. I start ramming him for real with my cock, fuckin’ banging him into oblivion. My loins grind into his core with full throttle. Our tools collide, sizzling like live wires. My titan’s bulk pounds and smashes the runt under my brutal girth, raging harder each blow. His flopping fades fast, my crushing hits paralyzing him. He’s got no choice but to bow to my beastly fury. His shell cracks under my onslaught—too flimsy to take it. Bones groan and give, sinking with my blows. He’s gotta be out cold, but his stiffy’s trembling, ready to blow. I dive at him with unhinged rage, ready to tear him apart. His delicate rig shatters for good, bones snapping like brittle straw. My cock erupts like a damn volcano, and his tags along. Our gear’s drenched, dripping with heat. I unload again with feral power, roaring deep from my gut, and collapse, winded, on his smashed-up wreck. Our juices meld through the fabric like molten lava rivers. I sprawl over him, catching my breath. He’s pitifully small and breakable, the little shit. The shrimp’s out, his pretty face calm—miles from the fuckin’ hell he just ate. He nailed his role and served me right. I growl low, a sated beast’s rumble: “Good boy, you little fuck.”
6:27

ＢＬＡＺＥ ＯＦ ＦＵＲＹ I slam down on the little shrimp with the full, earth-shaking tonnage of my colossal bulk. His puny frame flattens like a stomped roach beneath me, and a vicious snap cuts the air as his lungs cough up a sad, broken yelp. It’s fuckin’ wild how his skinny, fragile build sets my blood ablaze—like a brittle twig trembling beneath my hulking, boulder-like chest, begging to be crushed. My pecs squash him flat, mashing his mug into the mat with skull-shattering might. I smack my cock against the twin curves of his ass and grind it awake along their sculpted swell. My hips pound his dainty backside, even as he squirms, tensing and trying to buck me off. His pathetic fuckin’ resistance melts like butter under my sheer dominance—nothing but a sorry little twitch-fest. My junk roars to life faster than a souped-up dragster. I’m a goddamn bulldozer rolling over this fuckin’ worthless speck. I jerk up a couple inches and smash back down hard. A nasty crack rips from his guts under my brutal hammering, but all he’s got left is a faint gasp as the air ditches him. I drag myself slow, pulverizing him into the mat with every fiber of my strength, and growl in his ear: “Wrestle, runt!” I hoist my bulk up a hair, and the wimp starts thrashing under me. He knows I get off on his flailing fight—I crave those desperate, doomed swings. His mousy muscles got no shot at budging me, but even half-dead, he’s hell-bent on lighting my fuse. His tiny bum rubs my dick like mad, sparking like a match on rough timber. My member’s pulsing, primed to pay him back. Wielding my titanic bulk like a sledgehammer, I unleash a savage pounding on him. My gut slams him down with crushing weight. Every hit’s meaner than the last, sinking him deeper into the mat. His wriggling quits cold, his body caving to my relentless beatdown. The hardest blows grind his bones to dust, but he’s silent now—just ragged breaths forced out by my strikes. Conscious? Who gives a shit. After a dozen ruthless smacks, I flop onto him. His frail frame is scorching from the thrashing I dished out. My gargantuan mass locks him in place—no squirming, no breathing, nada. He’s mine to break, and my sheer heft could snuff him out for good. But I ain’t done—my cock’s howling for more. I peel off him. The shrimp wheezes, clawing for air, fumbling his wrecked shell. I give him a sec to pull it together—the grand finale’s coming. He knows a stiff corpse won’t rev my engine. I hiss in his ear: “Flip over!” Battered to hell, he still spins onto his back like a whipped little shit. He wouldn’t dream of crossing me—fear and heat tangle in his eyes as my monstrous shadow looms. I reward his obedience by slamming down full-force. His chest plate cracks, ribs splinter. My meat smacks his steel-hard cock with a loud thwack. The twisted little freak loves it. I’ve flattened him helpless again, and my shaft drinks in his agony. I grind it against his dick, mashing his lean torso with my thick, beefy bulk. His ribcage buckles as I lean in hard. His feebleness and frailty stoke my sadistic blaze. “Wrestle!” I snarl, easing up an inch to let him fan my flames. He tries to fight back—he knows every twitch stokes my fire. He’s desperate to keep me happy; he’s seen what happens to uppity punks who don’t. He don’t want that smoke. His beat-up, aching husk battles to please me. He’s so goddamn insignificant—my junk’s a live grenade. The big finish is close. I start ramming him for real with my cock, fuckin’ banging him into oblivion. My loins grind into his core with full throttle. Our tools collide, sizzling like live wires. My titan’s bulk pounds and smashes the runt under my brutal girth, raging harder each blow. His flopping fades fast, my crushing hits paralyzing him. He’s got no choice but to bow to my beastly fury. His shell cracks under my onslaught—too flimsy to take it. Bones groan and give, sinking with my blows. He’s gotta be out cold, but his stiffy’s trembling, ready to blow. I dive at him with unhinged rage, ready to tear him apart. His delicate rig shatters for good, bones snapping like brittle straw. My cock erupts like a damn volcano, and his tags along. Our gear’s drenched, dripping with heat. I unload again with feral power, roaring deep from my gut, and collapse, winded, on his smashed-up wreck. Our juices meld through the fabric like molten lava rivers. I sprawl over him, catching my breath. He’s pitifully small and breakable, the little shit. The shrimp’s out, his pretty face calm—miles from the fuckin’ hell he just ate. He nailed his role and served me right. I growl low, a sated beast’s rumble: “Good boy, you little fuck.”

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