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Joan Reals

82,192 次观看 • 8 个月前

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674,606 次观看 • 9 天前

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This CIA-trained remote viewer just alleged he was abducted by Grey aliens and taken to an exotic, faraway planet. “The sky was black.” “The grass was totally black.” “The sun was out, but very dim.” The Greys even let him fly their UFO. Stop scrolling to hear Lyn Buchanan tell his life-changing abduction experience with Jesse Michels: “I heard something land in the backyard.” “I couldn’t move.” “Immediately I woke up, and I was sitting in a white room.” A pale, 7-foot tall being “came into the room, and I said: excuse me, can I sit by the window?” “He got this look of fear on his face and turned around and ran out.” “A few minutes later, a little Grey with three of these big guys huddled behind the Grey came in.” “The Grey said: we’ve got work to do, come with me.” “He was the pilot, and he had me kneel down in front of the control panel.” “With me kneeling down and him standing, we were eye to eye, so that tells you his size.” “We would land, the tall white guys would go out and come back in.” “I guess they were picking up more people.” “Finally [the Grey] said: we’re going on a long jump now.” “We didn’t land for quite a while.” “I said: I’ve been watching, can I try [flying] it?” “I tried it and I didn’t wreck the thing, but he was standing right over me just in case.” “We landed at some place that was not Earth.” “I looked out the front window, and there were two other ships.” “There was a string of people going, and I asked him: what do you do here?” “He said: we’re a medical team. We catch a lot of diseases going around space. And we have no immunity, but you people are like antibody factories. We use your antibodies for health.” “I was getting off, and they were going up this path to a pavilion that was up on the hill.” “He grabbed me by the arm, and he said: you don’t wanna go up there.” “He pulled me over to the side, and we sat down on the grass on the hillside.” “The grass was totally black.” “As we sat there … you could hear up on the hill, somebody would scream in horror, and everybody else would laugh.” “I said: what are you implanting in us?” “He said: we don’t implant anything into you.” “I said: well, we find these glass-like things implanted in us.” “He said: you people won’t be still. The tips of our instruments break off.” “And I said: well, why do you stick those?” “He said: because we take one or two cells of our diseased tissue, put it on that tip, implant it into you, and you will start making antibodies, and then we come back and harvest the antibodies.” Jesse Michels: “Do you know where this other planet is?” Buchanan: “No, I just know it wasn’t Earth.” Michels: “The other guy, the seven-foot guy—” Buchanan: “They struck me as being dumb as a rock.” “They were just workers for the Greys.” “While we’re there on the hillside, the pilot … went off and got another one that came back, sat down on the hill behind me and said: put up your hand.” “I put up my hand, he put his hand on the back of mine, and from that point on, I remembered nothing until the people were coming back down the hill, and I was in line with them, getting back onto the ship.” “The next morning, I was standing at the back window of [my house], and could not remember why I was there.” For 25 years, Buchanan had no memory of his abduction. Just a persistent, nagging feeling that he’d “forgotten something.” It wasn’t until 25 years later that he remembered everything. Jesse Michels American Alchemy
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Holden Culotta

49,240 次观看 • 1 个月前

I want it all done yesterday. I hope for a better conversation about health and medicine in our country, and it feels like it is moving excruciatingly slow. I know so many others who have either given up hope that it will ever change or have said that all of it was a scam. There’s a feeling rumbling underneath the MAHA movement that none of the efforts were worth it, because the odds are insurmountable. But in my better moments, I realize our country does not move quickly on anything. In other times, I would say that the glacial-like movement of government is a built-in blessing because it stops radicalization and instability. But I also understand why people feel the way they do after the last bunch of years. I have huge desires to see things go as fast as they can away from the cliff, and at far too many moments it feels like we are headed over Niagara Falls and all we have to paddle with is a teaspoon. When I saw the Big Pharma playbook yesterday circulating on X and Substack, I was reminded that what Secretary Kennedy is up against is significant. I was so enthusiastic about his campaign and his work. I trusted that the wilderness he was walking into was something he could handle. But I underestimated how much hard work there would be, and in it, how much resistance and force of a corrupt bureaucracy would be in his way. Someone reached out yesterday and asked if they could send me some videos of them encouraging RFK Jr. - just so he might know that while nothing in this government will ever be perfect, many of us still feel that his presence in Washington is better than most of us have had in all of our politcal experiences. So, Bobby, here are just a few voices that are alongside for the ride, and are holding fast to the idea that even if it is slow, seemingly impossible, and frustrating, the results of his presence in that dark town are a blessing to America. Thanks, Robert F. Kennedy Jr

Aaron Everitt

615,410 次观看 • 1 年前

In 1997, at the age of 27, Matt Damon won his first Academy Award for Best Screenplay ("Good Will Hunting"). After Damon won the Oscar, he went home, sat down on his sofa, & looked at the award. As he looked at it, he was suddenly overwhelmed by a heartbreaking thought. "Imagine chasing that, and not getting it, and getting it finally in your 80s or your 90s with all of life behind you and realizing what an unbelievable waste of your life...It can't fill you up. If that's a hole that you have, that won't fill it." "My heart broke," Damon said. "I imagined another one of me [not getting that award until I was] an old man, and going like, 'oh my god. where did my life go? What have I done?' And then it's over." Takeaway 1: Many successful, rich, famous, etc. people talk about chasing success, money, fame, etc., getting it, and realizing that it didn't feel like they thought it would. That it didn't, as Damon said, fill the hole they had. One of my favorite analogies for this pattern comes from Sam Hinkie. Hinkie was asked about what he's learned from reading Robert Caro's books—about some very successful, rich, famous, etc. people. "I think of it like the Pacific Salmon," Hinkie said. "They spend their whole life making this journey upstream to spawn in this one spot. And as soon as they do, they die. That's largely what Caro shows you." Takeaway 2: Before he was a big-time comedian, Hasan Minhaj was asked if he thought he was going to become a big-time comedian. “I don’t like that question,” he said. “I fundamentally don’t like that question.” Because that question implies that he is only doing comedy as a means to some end (success, money, fame, etc.). “No, no, no,” he said, “The set I get to do tonight at 7:20 PM is the win. I get to do comedy—I won. It being predicated on doing X or being bigger than Y—no, no, no. To me, it’s always just been about the work." "The work is the win," as Ryan Holiday once told me. - - - "It's such a gift to be able to [do] something and to love it for the sake of it...I see people with talent, with all those things. But the one thing they don't have is just that love for doing it for the sake of it...So if there's anything, just find joy in what you do for the sake of it." — Rodney Mullen Follow Billy Oppenheimer for more content like this!

Billy Oppenheimer

3,256,631 次观看 • 3 年前

2024 was absolutely the best year of my life. I expect 2025 to be full of continued exponential growth. 2024 Recap: I will start with the bad: I didn’t have very many bad things happen to me in 2024 but I did have the worst single week of my life in October. In one 7 day period I lost my grandmother that has lived 5 minutes away from me for my entire life, my lifelong best friends Dad, who was like a second father to me growing up, killed himself, and I roundtripped my biggest trade (at the time) to date($350k) which was 2/3 of my port at the time. My grandmother passed from pancreatic cancer. She was 82 and lived a beautiful life. I knew it was coming for about a month and I got to hangout with her for her last good weekend. We took her down to our land and we got to sit and talk with her for hours on the front porch. It was beautiful and incredibly sad. It was simply her time to go and although it was/is sad, I know that she is celebrating upstairs and watching over me with a smile. She told my little brothers lifelong best friend who plays college baseball she would help him hit his a home run and he hit his first of college the afternoon she passed. She went out knowing I had run up 6 figures and that she didn’t need to worry about me. She’s the only person that knew/knows besides my little brother. The morning I found out she passed I turned my phone off and just lifted all day. Over the next few days my +$350k upnl trade diminished to an L because I checked out and went on tilt. My brother and I went home the following weekend to grieve with family. I had been in town for a few hours when my Mom got a text about my best friends Dad. Nobody knew he was in as dark of a place as he was and it caught us completely by surprise. I’m thankful I was in town bc I was able to be there for a guy I truly consider family during his darkest time. He spent the night w me the night it happened and we stayed up til 6am just talking. My Grandmother passing was sad but reasonable, this was not and it simply did not make sense. It was selfish and uncalled for and he had a ton of ppl that truly loved him that would have helped him out in a heartbeat. My grandma passing was more sad to me personally bc she was blood and a huge part of my life still, but I had many more questions for God about my best friends Dad. Through all of this I kept my faith and realized that sometimes I don’t get to know why things happen. The Good: There were a million great things about this year but I will only touch on the big ones. I started trading Memes 15 months ago with $180 after being a mediocre options trader. I round tripped ~$200-$300k last cycle and had nothing left. I turned this $180 into ab $100k via holding Wif for 4+ months being fully convicted that it would be the doge of Solana. I not only hit my first 6 figs at one time ever, but I’ve since hit my first 7 figs. I’ve been trying for that $1m number since I was 17 and I always said I’d have it by my 23rd birthday. I didn’t make it happen, was ab 4 months late, but I hit $2m within 24h of touching 1 and did it while I’m still 23. I’ve since been bouncing btw the two but I have a feeling that is going to change soon. I am 1 semester away from graduating from a top ~50 school w a major in Econ and a double minor in Entrepreneurship and business admin and a decent GPA. I’m taking the LSAT soon and if I want to will probably become a lawyer. My second semester freshman year I made a .7 and nuked my gpa simply bc I stopped going to class altogether and didn’t withdraw. I have been clawing my way back ever since. I broke up w my gf of 4+ years over 2 years ago and had been praying for a girl for me for 2+ years. I had gone on some dates but hadn’t met anyone I adored/ considered a potential wife until about 4 months ago. She is now my girlfriend and she is absolutely incredible. Easily the most wonderful girl I have ever met. Over the past year I’ve also gotten much closer with my little brother.

DLN

21,177 次观看 • 1 年前

"His name was Daniel. He was 34. He made my coffee every morning before I woke up. Not because I asked. Because he knew I needed it before I could be a person. He forgot his work bag Monday. Called me from the car laughing about it. That was the last time I heard his voice just being his voice. Not a recording. Not a voicemail I play with the volume low so I don't fall apart. Just him. In a car. Laughing about a bag. The bag is still by the door. I can't move it. I can't move anything. Max and Buddy haven't moved either. Four days at that door. Barely eating. Wouldn't come to bed. Just sitting there waiting for a Monday to finish the way Mondays always finish. My sister came Friday morning. She called me from outside because she couldn't make herself use her key. She said — "I can see them through the window. They're still there. How do I come in?" I didn't have an answer. When she opened the door they stood in the doorway a long time. Just looking out at the morning. My daughter came and stood beside me in the hallway. She's four. She looked at the dogs and said — "Are they looking for Daddy?" I said yes. Because it was true. Because it was the only true thing I had left that morning. She nodded — the way four-year-olds nod when they're deciding to accept something too big for them — and walked to the doorway and sat down on the floor between them. The three of them looked out at the morning together. I took a picture. I will keep it until I die. Daniel. Max and Buddy looked for you all week. Your daughter sat with them when they finally had to stop. We are still here. We don't know how yet. But we are. Drop a ❤️ for Daniel. Share this for every person who said love you quickly over their shoulder this morning — meaning it completely, not knowing. Say it slowly today. Turn around. Say the slow version. They deserve the slow version too. If someone you love is still here, tell them **"I love you."** Slow down and let them hear it. If you're missing someone today, leave their first name in the comments. If it's too hard, just leave a ❤️. You are not alone. If this story touched your heart, share it with someone you love. Life can change in a moment. Never leave love unsaid.

Crazy Moments

35,839 次观看 • 2 天前

WATCH: Joy Reid and Jennifer Welch SMEAR CNN’s Scott Jennings during Tuesday’s ‘I’ve Had It’ podcast, calling him a man with a “phony” “MAGA act” spewing “disingenuousness” and “this jetream of propaganda and bullshit” while wearing a “flag pin” that “makes you look like a pussy” and Trump’s “show pony” They went onto say anyone in MAGA is incapable of being a “patriot” because only “patriotic” Americans oppose “proto-fascist” Donald Trump after what happened on January 6.... “There’s a disingenuousness to a lot of Republicanism. All of us who have been in this journalism game for a long time know for a fact that most of the Republicans who serve Donald Trump obediently and live on their knees hate him. We know they hate him....I believe that about Scott Jennings. I don’t buy it.” “His MAGA act is so phony to me because I am old enough to remember when on January 7, 2021, he said Donald Trump was an outrageous, sort of outrage upon the dignity of the Constitution...[T]hen he went on and he says, ‘I voted for him happily.’ But what kind of a man are you to understand this man trying to overthrow the government and you still live on your knees? There’s nothing Donald Trump could do that he would say is too much for him.” “How does he claim to be this huge patriot and wear, you know, I’m so sick of these pundits that wear the flag pin on their suit. It doesn’t make you a bigger patriot big boy. It makes you look like a pussy first and foremost to me because if you were genuinely patriotic, you would be wildly concerned about a man who tried to overthrow the federal government if you’re so concerned about anti-Semitism, this man pardoned a man at January 6 that had on a shirt that said Camp Auschwitz. You don’t get to cherrypick when you care about these things. “They’re served this jetream of propaganda and bullshit and I just cannot imagine — as we sat here, we just criticized Hakeem Jeffries. We just criticized Chuck Schumer. What a puss boy you have to be that every night you sit down at a table and you speak for an audience of one.” “There’s a rally, if you Google this rally, look it up on YouTube, y’all, where he is getting the atta boy from Donald Trump, patting him on his head like a puppy. That’s why he does what he does every night. He’s his show pony and it’s, like, you wanna be Trump’s bitch. That’s what you decided is your brand. That is a gross and disgusting brand. I’m a Democrat. Look how easily and freely We were happy to criticize any Democrat.” “We’re not in a cult and the fact that he sits there night after night knowing I don’t believe he believes half of what he says and he still is willing to do it in order to entertain Trump, it’s disgusting. And I — that is one I’ve absolutely had it with. And the fact that he is giving the permission structure for other Republicans to pretend that that loving Trump the way he says he loves him is patriotism. To me, that is hurting the Republican Party” “If Trump is like a proto-fascist, which he is, and you’re down with it, then you’re essentially saying you’re going to align the former party of Lincoln with fascism. Then, you know, there’s no reason for me to respect you.”

Curtis Houck

231,043 次观看 • 7 个月前

🦦 honestly, back then, whenever i saw negative comments, hmm.. they felt so minor. i could just let it slide and laugh them off, and some of them were actually kind of funny. but at some point, it changed. as the love for us grew and the attention on us increased, the volume of those negative comments grew too. and honestly, it gets really overwhelming at times. 🦦 that's why hearing these sweet words from onedoor makes me so happy and feels so precious.. coming here on live really makes me feel like i'm surrounded by people who are completely on my side, and just hearing nothing but positivity is the best feeling. [reading a comment] "that kind of attention can get scary sometimes" yeah, you are absolutely right. there are definitely times like that. 🦦 that actually reminds me of something zico hyung used to tell us all the time, even before we debuted. he would say "someday, as you guys get more and more attention, there will definitely be moments where it feels really heavy and difficult. that is just what happens when the spotlight gets brighter. but if you stay strong and push through those moments, that is how you rise higher, and that is how you and your fans build an unbreakable bond together" his words have really been staying with me. 🦦 and above all, what i always want to say is that when it comes to receiving love and strength, i don't want to just be on the receiving end (one-sided). i always want to give it right back to you too. whether it's on Weverse or when we meet in person, whenever someone tells me that during their darkest moments.. when they felt completely lost.. they were able to pick themselves back up and find strength because of me, it makes me so happy. even after it's over, i will literally just sit there in a daze, completely overwhelmed by how happy and grateful i am. 🦦 honestly, those are the exact moments when i think to myself "i am so glad i chose this career" when i'm performing on stage, or when the people i care about find the strength to stand back up and keep going without breaking down.. things like that. i think about it again right before i go to sleep. i have even had onedoor literally cry while telling me these things and honestly, i secretly wipe away a tear behind the scenes too.

soo

21,350 次观看 • 8 天前

I have a story about addiction from a different perspective. A story where recovery was not possible. I have one sibling. An older brother. Everyone loved him. It was easy to love him. He died 10 years ago. It was a horrible death that took him 20 years to accomplish, dragging everyone who loved him along the way. He was an amazing musician. He didn't read music. No lessons. Hand him any instrument, and he can play it. He had a big heart. He was easily the funniest person I've ever known. And he is the only other human being who speaks fluent movie-script-quotes with precision and skill. But alcohol took over in his mid-20s. Bam Margera is just 2 years younger than my brother. He reminds me of my brother *so* much. Everything Bam and his family went through with his addiction is what my brother and family went through. My brother left high school because he was a gifted songwriter and musician. Bam left because he was a gifted skater. My brother was really into editing and producing films, and so is Bam. When Ryan Dunn died, and Bam went off the deep end, I was watching my brother do the same thing every time a strong emotion hit him, and he simply didn't know what to do with it. My brother was so beautiful on the outside, yet unrecognizable at the end. I can not tell you how many times my brother would go missing. Hundreds of times. He would sometimes go missing for up to a week. Then we'd get a call from the police or a hospital. Usually, the hospital would be first because he'd be near death. Then they would keep him on a 5150 at a mental health facility. Then he would come home. One time, he chased me with a knife in his hand, screaming he was going to kill me as I was running out of my parents' home on a cordless phone dialing 911. I found a fifth of vodka in his room and poured it down the drain. He went looking for it 20 minutes later, and it was empty...and I told him I poured it out. When I was 24 years old, I landed my first job that came with an office. My name was outside of it. I was stoked. I worked my ass off to get there. But there was no happiness at that time in my life. I remember my father calling me at work, sitting in that office, to say he was coming to pick me up because he knew where my brother, who had been missing for 4 days, was. The credit card he stole from my mother showed he was at a little oceanfront motel 10 minutes away. And I remember thinking to myself on the way over there...I have to open the motel room door. I can't let my dad see him hanging. It will destroy his life. I told my dad to wait about 10 feet to my left, and I opened the door, and there was my brother fashioning a sheet into a noose. Another time he went missing, and they found him on the roof of a building with the inside of his arms slashed from elbow to wrist, just lying in a pool of blood. Dark shit. Both of the insides of his arms were mutilated from being sliced open so many times. At least 30, if not more. He stopped wearing short-sleeved shirts in public about 10 years before he died. He got to the point of seizures when he withdrew and had alcohol-related dementia for the last 3 years of his life, which would come and go. Then one day, after 2 decades, he called my parents and said something was wrong. My parents went over to his place, ended up calling 911, the ambulance got there, and he started walking outside with assistance from paramedics and collapsed. In front of my parents. He was rushed to the hospital. I had not seen my brother for the last 9 years of his life. He disowned me. Because he felt he had to. He killed my dog when he got drunk 9 years before he died. No one knows if he meant to or not, he was so wasted. He couldn't face me after that. So he disowned me. And a piece of my heart died the day he did it. I talked to my parents right before they left to see what was wrong that day. The last thing I said to my dad was, "Do not let him die without me having an opportunity to say goodbye." My dad called me from the er 2 hours later and said, "You should come over now. He won't know you're here." When I got there, I was shocked at what I saw. He wasn't the right color. He was in a coma. Severe internal bleeding. On life support. It was jarring even after seeing him in a much similar state hundreds of times for such a long time. He was taken to the ICU 3 hours later, where they would transfuse blood by the bag damn near constantly, and it just shot out of his nose. It was bloody. A lot of blood. After about 6 hours, I told my parents to go home and get some rest. I would stay with him. And I talked to him like he was right there. Like one of the hundreds of pillow-fort slumber parties we had as kids. Like no time had passed, and his addiction never existed. I showed him pictures of my life over the past decade on my phone...just like he was there. But he wasn't there. And after 3 hours and extensive talks with several doctors and specialists, I had to make the decision to remove his life support. After my parents returned and said goodbye, I told them to wait out in the hall until he passed because I could not allow them to have the memory of him dying, and I returned to my brother's side, and said what I needed to say, bawling my heart out. I told them to turn off the machines, and I held him in my arms as he died. It took just over 7 minutes. And I just held him. I had Nine Inch Nails playing for him. One of his favorites thanks to Pretty Hate Machine. He was a fan for life after that. He was my best friend. But he was also someone I had to protect myself from if he was intoxicated. This is the end that usually becomes a reality for addicts and their families. Then there's someone like Bam Margera. He went to the same place my brother went to in his head. And he came back. Bam is one of the greatest comebacks ever and a story of recovery worth knowing. I see YouTube shorts of Bam skating again every day, and I'm so moved that I just sit here and cry. You can see his personality is back. You have no idea how rare that is. Their personality shows very little while they're in their addiction. Recovery stories are incredibly personal to so many people, including those who have gone through addiction with an addict because they love them so much...they'd see anything they had to see and endure anything they have to endure just to be there with them at their lowest point. Addicts are not monsters. The stuff they use to numb the pain they do not understand is the real monster. And when you put enough of that into a human being, they do things they would *never* do without it. People are not pure. We are more complex than that. We are good and bad. Light and dark. Right and wrong. Chaotic and serene. You will find that the answer to every question you have about life is usually "both" for a reason. Because one can not exist without the other. With recovery stories like Hunter Biden's and Bam Margera's out in the ether, more people will be less ignorant as to how this disease plays out, and that will do nothing but good for so many families struggling with this issue. Addiction isn't just for the addict. Addiction is for everyone who loves them, as well. It's just a different perspective of hell. So listen to recovery stories with renewed respect because most addicts end up the way it ended for the only sibling I'll ever have.

Nicole Minét

407,538 次观看 • 21 天前

These are Ketan Agarwal and Siya Goel. They were engaged and supposed to get married this year. Look how happy, in love, and comfortable they are with each other. They must have dreamed of a great future together, but cruel fate had other ideas. On June 18, Siya's birthday, Ketan fell to his death when he slipped while taking a picture of Siya at Lohagad Fort in Maharashtra. Siya's world turned upside down. She was broken; her dreams, her love, and her future were all gone in a flash, right in front of her eyes. An emotionally grieving Siya wrote a heartbreaking Instagram story for Ketan: "You left me on my birthday. You left when we were so close to getting married. I still can't understand why you did this to me. I had dreams, questions I'll never get answers to. Why did you leave me when I loved you so much? Mere dil ko pata hai ki tu yahi hai. Wapas aaja." Feeling sad for her? Well, don't. The police found the story suspicious and dug deep. They now say that Siya was in a relationship with another guy named Chetan Chaudhary, 22. She did not want to marry Ketan, a man her family had chosen for her, so she devised a plan to eliminate him from her life before their arranged marriage could take place. Police claim that Siya lured Ketan to Lohagad Fort under the pretext of a casual outing for her birthday, where Chetan was also waiting. Together, Siya and Chetan threw him off the cliff. The police have since arrested them both. What is even more outrageous is that Siya had tried to throw Ketan off the cliff four days earlier, on June 14. However, a tree broke his fall, preventing a fatal outcome. When a bewildered Ketan asked why she did it, Siya claimed she had seen a snake near the edge of the fort and had pushed him in an attempt to save him, accidentally sending him over the edge. Ketan thanked her and hugged her. Since she was unsuccessful doing it alone, she persuaded Ketan to accompany her to the fort again four days later, telling him she wanted to celebrate her birthday with friends. Chetan was waiting there, and this time, they didn't fail.

THE SKIN DOCTOR

1,182,766 次观看 • 23 天前