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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
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15,236 görüntüleme • 2 ay önce

When a Playful Little Rabbit Climbs onto a Deer’s Back and Brings the Cutest Real-Life Moment 🐰💗 Just a few dozen seconds are enough to make the heart melt. A buck deer is lying stretched out on the lush green grass, eyes half-closed in rest, when suddenly a tiny rabbit appears. It playfully climbs onto the deer’s back, gently nuzzles its head and antlers, then hops down onto the grass and runs around as if inviting its friend to play. The scene is so sweet that I can’t help but smile softly. The deer lies peacefully, showing not even the slightest discomfort, while the rabbit freely climbs up, nuzzles, and jumps down full of joy. There is no loud noise, no fear only pure closeness between two animals that rarely appear together like this. The scene naturally brings to mind Bambi and Thumper from the Disney film, but this time it is completely real life more genuine and warmer. I have watched it over and over. Each time it makes me smile because of that pure innocence. But the more I watch, the more I realize that I’m not just smiling because it’s cute. I’m smiling because I’m witnessing something increasingly rare: absolute trust, without calculation, without defense. The rabbit shows no hesitation, and the deer never pushes it away. They simply stay together, as if this is the most ordinary thing in the world. Meanwhile, we humans, even though we share the same species and the same language, sometimes find it so hard to trust each other. In a world that is sometimes noisy and hurried, this small moment brings a strange sense of warmth. It makes me slow down and ask myself how long it has been since I last experienced a relationship so simple and pure. There is a gentle scientific reason that explains the rabbit’s interest. Rabbits are known to chew on shed deer antlers to get calcium and minerals. That may be why the little bunny keeps paying attention to its big friend’s antlers. But whatever the reason, what moves me most is the natural trust between them. No words are needed, no explanations, they still find a way to be together so easily and adorably. That is exactly what I long to see more of in people. In an age when AI is becoming more and more sophisticated, many people immediately suspect after watching that this is just a video created by artificial intelligence. I also briefly thought the same in the first second. But the more carefully I look, the clearer it becomes that this is a real moment. The natural movements of the rabbit as it climbs onto the back, the way it gently nuzzles the antlers and then hops down onto the grass so playfully… all of it carries a vivid feeling that AI still cannot perfectly imitate. Precisely because so many fake videos are flooding social media, real scenes like this become even more precious. It is not just a cute moment—it is a reminder that in a world full of simulation and editing, authenticity still exists, if only we are patient enough to notice it. This little story makes me believe that cuteness and purity still exist all around us, sometimes in the most unexpected places. The deer and the rabbit have shown that friendship can cross every difference in species, size, and instinct. They simply need to be together, and that moment is enough to make me feel truly warm while also reminding me that I am still longing for things that are simple and genuine.
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When a Playful Little Rabbit Climbs onto a Deer’s Back and Brings the Cutest Real-Life Moment 🐰💗 Just a few dozen seconds are enough to make the heart melt. A buck deer is lying stretched out on the lush green grass, eyes half-closed in rest, when suddenly a tiny rabbit appears. It playfully climbs onto the deer’s back, gently nuzzles its head and antlers, then hops down onto the grass and runs around as if inviting its friend to play. The scene is so sweet that I can’t help but smile softly. The deer lies peacefully, showing not even the slightest discomfort, while the rabbit freely climbs up, nuzzles, and jumps down full of joy. There is no loud noise, no fear only pure closeness between two animals that rarely appear together like this. The scene naturally brings to mind Bambi and Thumper from the Disney film, but this time it is completely real life more genuine and warmer. I have watched it over and over. Each time it makes me smile because of that pure innocence. But the more I watch, the more I realize that I’m not just smiling because it’s cute. I’m smiling because I’m witnessing something increasingly rare: absolute trust, without calculation, without defense. The rabbit shows no hesitation, and the deer never pushes it away. They simply stay together, as if this is the most ordinary thing in the world. Meanwhile, we humans, even though we share the same species and the same language, sometimes find it so hard to trust each other. In a world that is sometimes noisy and hurried, this small moment brings a strange sense of warmth. It makes me slow down and ask myself how long it has been since I last experienced a relationship so simple and pure. There is a gentle scientific reason that explains the rabbit’s interest. Rabbits are known to chew on shed deer antlers to get calcium and minerals. That may be why the little bunny keeps paying attention to its big friend’s antlers. But whatever the reason, what moves me most is the natural trust between them. No words are needed, no explanations, they still find a way to be together so easily and adorably. That is exactly what I long to see more of in people. In an age when AI is becoming more and more sophisticated, many people immediately suspect after watching that this is just a video created by artificial intelligence. I also briefly thought the same in the first second. But the more carefully I look, the clearer it becomes that this is a real moment. The natural movements of the rabbit as it climbs onto the back, the way it gently nuzzles the antlers and then hops down onto the grass so playfully… all of it carries a vivid feeling that AI still cannot perfectly imitate. Precisely because so many fake videos are flooding social media, real scenes like this become even more precious. It is not just a cute moment—it is a reminder that in a world full of simulation and editing, authenticity still exists, if only we are patient enough to notice it. This little story makes me believe that cuteness and purity still exist all around us, sometimes in the most unexpected places. The deer and the rabbit have shown that friendship can cross every difference in species, size, and instinct. They simply need to be together, and that moment is enough to make me feel truly warm while also reminding me that I am still longing for things that are simple and genuine.

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In May 2013, a Cleveland neighbor named Charles Ramsey became an overnight sensation after helping rescue Amanda Berry, a young woman who had been missing for nearly a decade. His live interview right after the rescue became one of the most unforgettable moments in television history. Charles starts by setting the scene in the most Charles Ramsey way possible: "Heard screaming. I was eating my McDonald's, I come outside, I see this girl going nuts trying to get out of a house." He thought it was a regular domestic dispute. So he walked up to help. "I open the door and we can't get in that way because of how the door is, it's so much that a body can't fit through, only your hand. So we kick the bottom and she comes out with a little girl and she says, 'Call 911, my name is Amanda Berry'." That name didn't hit him right away. "When she told me, it didn't register until I got to call the 911 and I'm like, 'I'm calling the 911 for Amanda Berry?' I thought this girl was dead, you know what I mean?" Then the detective on the scene asked him a question that made the whole thing sink in: "Charles, do you know who you rescued?" What makes the interview unforgettable is that Charles had been living next door to the kidnapper the entire time. He had no idea. "I've been here a year. I barbecue with this dude, we eat ribs and whatnot and listen to salsa music." He describes the neighbor as someone completely unremarkable: "He just comes out to his backyard, plays with the dogs, tinkers with his cars and motorcycles, and goes back in the house. So he's somebody that you look and you look away because he's not doing nothing but the average stuff. Nothing exciting about him... well, until today." When more officers went into the house and rescued two other women, Charles couldn't believe what he was seeing: "They went up there, you know, 30 or 40 deep, and when they came out it was just astonishing because I thought they were going to come up with nothing." And then he delivered the line that the entire internet would quote for years: "I knew something was wrong when a little pretty white girl ran into a black man's arms. Something is wrong here, dead giveaway. Either she's homeless or she's got problems, that's the only reason why she runs to a black man."
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In May 2013, a Cleveland neighbor named Charles Ramsey became an overnight sensation after helping rescue Amanda Berry, a young woman who had been missing for nearly a decade. His live interview right after the rescue became one of the most unforgettable moments in television history. Charles starts by setting the scene in the most Charles Ramsey way possible: "Heard screaming. I was eating my McDonald's, I come outside, I see this girl going nuts trying to get out of a house." He thought it was a regular domestic dispute. So he walked up to help. "I open the door and we can't get in that way because of how the door is, it's so much that a body can't fit through, only your hand. So we kick the bottom and she comes out with a little girl and she says, 'Call 911, my name is Amanda Berry'." That name didn't hit him right away. "When she told me, it didn't register until I got to call the 911 and I'm like, 'I'm calling the 911 for Amanda Berry?' I thought this girl was dead, you know what I mean?" Then the detective on the scene asked him a question that made the whole thing sink in: "Charles, do you know who you rescued?" What makes the interview unforgettable is that Charles had been living next door to the kidnapper the entire time. He had no idea. "I've been here a year. I barbecue with this dude, we eat ribs and whatnot and listen to salsa music." He describes the neighbor as someone completely unremarkable: "He just comes out to his backyard, plays with the dogs, tinkers with his cars and motorcycles, and goes back in the house. So he's somebody that you look and you look away because he's not doing nothing but the average stuff. Nothing exciting about him... well, until today." When more officers went into the house and rescued two other women, Charles couldn't believe what he was seeing: "They went up there, you know, 30 or 40 deep, and when they came out it was just astonishing because I thought they were going to come up with nothing." And then he delivered the line that the entire internet would quote for years: "I knew something was wrong when a little pretty white girl ran into a black man's arms. Something is wrong here, dead giveaway. Either she's homeless or she's got problems, that's the only reason why she runs to a black man."

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I'm not a fan of Uber, but it has provided many people with work, and cheap service. That’s over. Because of the Unions. When it comes to Unions, Labor has a massive conflict, it's destroying Australia and nobody talks about it. Unions once helped people. They allowed the littlest of us a voice. Those that did small and thankless work in a more dangerous environment. They rose when the big end of town could treat the working people as slaves. Just machines. Pay was abysmal, and working conditions - cruel. People were just filthy pawns. The industrial era was brutal. The Unions gave workers the ability to be heard and understood. A much needed voice. Many of the great things about this country came from the high-risk and low-reward strike action early last century. Unions in Australia have many proud achievements back then. Built on a collection of little actions that won things like living wages, weekends (although that was Henry Ford) and holidays. But like so many old institutions, they have completely lost their way today. Modern Unions are different. Unions actively encouraged the big end of town as they smashed workers during the COVID era. Forced masking and vaccination, exposure of private medical data and other breaches of human rights - endorsed by the Unions. Whilst those of us who were privileged enough to make our own decisions, so many working people were pummelled, simply for not having the means to speak up. Because Unions abandoned them. There are many stories of workers completely abandoned by their unions when it mattered over the decades. They're rarely led by the workers, who care about their mates - a care borne from a deep understanding of their colleagues. Now they are run by careerists, lawyers and sociologists all too familiar with the lecture halls and university picket lines. People who've never swung a hammer, picked a banana, served a beer, flown a plane or taught a class. Those on the pathway to parliament, or the board of a superfund to worry about the little people. Their purpose is completely perverted. Unions are the Labor governments and Labor governments are the Unions. Just a giant and very powerful parasite that has exactly no stakes in the outcomes they cause. As jobs disappear. The Unions sent the car industry packing. Forcing business into unsustainable pay and conditions. It was easier for them to close shop, unless the government propped-up the grift, with our taxes. Taxes are the lifeblood of Unions as more and more subsidy fuels industries that the Unions break. All of it inflationary. Pay never keeps up. They’re driving us off a cliff. They talk tough in the boardroom, and build more bureaucracy in the name of safety or productivity. Hollowing out productivity and the living standards of their own membership. Their membership is in decline. Because anyone who ever called on their union from a place of need knows - they don't answer the phones during Question Time. They give us MPs that never had a real job, like Walker and Shorten, advocating for things that make workers lives worse. High immigration, political correctness, and every social cause going. They insist on destroying our energy grid, and more jobs go... Then there's the money go round of political donations and brown paper bags. Just look at the criminal CFMEU. They've go too far - the Unions and Labor put paid drivers on driver-less trains in NSW. Gorging themselves on taxpayer dollars. Meanwhile real wage and productivity falls, as living standards in Australia sink like an anchor looking for the ocean floor. Labor in government don’t regulate Unions, they aid and abet them. Together they have completely lost their purpose, as they ruin themselves and their legacy. If it continues, we will slide back to industrial era conditions as everything fails under its own bloated weight, and nobody wants to see that. I just want Australia back.
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I'm not a fan of Uber, but it has provided many people with work, and cheap service. That’s over. Because of the Unions. When it comes to Unions, Labor has a massive conflict, it's destroying Australia and nobody talks about it. Unions once helped people. They allowed the littlest of us a voice. Those that did small and thankless work in a more dangerous environment. They rose when the big end of town could treat the working people as slaves. Just machines. Pay was abysmal, and working conditions - cruel. People were just filthy pawns. The industrial era was brutal. The Unions gave workers the ability to be heard and understood. A much needed voice. Many of the great things about this country came from the high-risk and low-reward strike action early last century. Unions in Australia have many proud achievements back then. Built on a collection of little actions that won things like living wages, weekends (although that was Henry Ford) and holidays. But like so many old institutions, they have completely lost their way today. Modern Unions are different. Unions actively encouraged the big end of town as they smashed workers during the COVID era. Forced masking and vaccination, exposure of private medical data and other breaches of human rights - endorsed by the Unions. Whilst those of us who were privileged enough to make our own decisions, so many working people were pummelled, simply for not having the means to speak up. Because Unions abandoned them. There are many stories of workers completely abandoned by their unions when it mattered over the decades. They're rarely led by the workers, who care about their mates - a care borne from a deep understanding of their colleagues. Now they are run by careerists, lawyers and sociologists all too familiar with the lecture halls and university picket lines. People who've never swung a hammer, picked a banana, served a beer, flown a plane or taught a class. Those on the pathway to parliament, or the board of a superfund to worry about the little people. Their purpose is completely perverted. Unions are the Labor governments and Labor governments are the Unions. Just a giant and very powerful parasite that has exactly no stakes in the outcomes they cause. As jobs disappear. The Unions sent the car industry packing. Forcing business into unsustainable pay and conditions. It was easier for them to close shop, unless the government propped-up the grift, with our taxes. Taxes are the lifeblood of Unions as more and more subsidy fuels industries that the Unions break. All of it inflationary. Pay never keeps up. They’re driving us off a cliff. They talk tough in the boardroom, and build more bureaucracy in the name of safety or productivity. Hollowing out productivity and the living standards of their own membership. Their membership is in decline. Because anyone who ever called on their union from a place of need knows - they don't answer the phones during Question Time. They give us MPs that never had a real job, like Walker and Shorten, advocating for things that make workers lives worse. High immigration, political correctness, and every social cause going. They insist on destroying our energy grid, and more jobs go... Then there's the money go round of political donations and brown paper bags. Just look at the criminal CFMEU. They've go too far - the Unions and Labor put paid drivers on driver-less trains in NSW. Gorging themselves on taxpayer dollars. Meanwhile real wage and productivity falls, as living standards in Australia sink like an anchor looking for the ocean floor. Labor in government don’t regulate Unions, they aid and abet them. Together they have completely lost their purpose, as they ruin themselves and their legacy. If it continues, we will slide back to industrial era conditions as everything fails under its own bloated weight, and nobody wants to see that. I just want Australia back.

Matthew Camenzuli

13,024 görüntüleme • 7 ay önce

I’m dripping so hard under this silicone mask it’s running down my thighs. Every time I force this disgusting grin wider my cunt spasms. The silicone is stuck to my face with sweat and spit and I can feel my own hot breath fogging the inside while my tongue hangs out like a whore’s. These fixed glowing green eyes never blink, never move — they just stare dead ahead while my real eyes roll back underneath every time my clit throbs. I keep catching my reflection in the dark window and it makes me even wetter. This blonde wig is soaked at the roots from how hard I’m panting. The red straps dig into my shoulders every time my chest heaves and it feels like the costume itself is punishing me for being this fucking horny. I can’t stop touching myself. Red satin gloves keep sliding between my legs, rubbing the soaked fabric of my panties into my cunt until the material is translucent and clinging. I can smell myself through the silicone. Every time I open my mouth wider the black lipstick smears and I imagine someone shoving their cock past these yellowed teeth while I stay locked in this face. I want them to use the hair like a handle, yank my head back until the silicone creaks and stretches, and just wreck me while these dead, unmoving green eyes keep staring. My nipples are so hard they hurt. I’m grinding against the edge of the chair, against my own hand, against anything that will give me friction. The more grotesque I make my expression the harder I get. Tongue out, black lips stretched, eyes frozen open — I’m a walking wet spot in a haunted doll costume and I’m proud of it. I keep whispering filthy things to myself in this distorted voice the silicone gives me: “Fuck me while I look like this. Ruin the doll. Make her leak until the floor is sticky.” I don’t want to take it off. I want someone to walk in right now, see me like this — green eyes locked and unblinking, tongue lolling, gloves shiny with my own juices — and just decide I’m theirs. Bend me over, keep the silicone mask on, and use every hole while I stay trapped in this face. I want them to call me a dirty little doll, a broken toy, a freak, and still keep going until I’m shaking and crying and still begging for more under the thick, heavy silicone. My cunt is fluttering constantly now. Every breath makes the silicone shift slightly against my skin and it feels like being touched. I’m so close I could come just from the way the red straps dig in when I arch. I want to be filmed like this. I want people to see how wet a girl gets when she’s forced to stay in the creepiest fucking silicone face imaginable, eyes never moving no matter how hard she comes. I want comments calling me disgusting and still begging to fuck me. I want someone to edge me for hours while I keep this expression, never allowed to drop the smile, never allowed to look human again until I’ve been completely used. I’m not a person right now. I’m a leaking, twitching, desperate object in a blonde wig and fixed glowing eyes and I need to be treated like one. Grab the hair. Slap the silicone. Force the tongue further out. Fill every hole while these dead green eyes keep staring and I drip all over the floor. Don’t stop even when I start shaking. Don’t stop even when I start sobbing through the smile. Just keep using the doll until she’s empty and still begging for more. I’m so fucking wet it hurts. I’m so fucking close. Please someone just take the silicone mask and the body that comes with it and break both. #femalemask #kigurumiㅤㅤ
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I’m dripping so hard under this silicone mask it’s running down my thighs. Every time I force this disgusting grin wider my cunt spasms. The silicone is stuck to my face with sweat and spit and I can feel my own hot breath fogging the inside while my tongue hangs out like a whore’s. These fixed glowing green eyes never blink, never move — they just stare dead ahead while my real eyes roll back underneath every time my clit throbs. I keep catching my reflection in the dark window and it makes me even wetter. This blonde wig is soaked at the roots from how hard I’m panting. The red straps dig into my shoulders every time my chest heaves and it feels like the costume itself is punishing me for being this fucking horny. I can’t stop touching myself. Red satin gloves keep sliding between my legs, rubbing the soaked fabric of my panties into my cunt until the material is translucent and clinging. I can smell myself through the silicone. Every time I open my mouth wider the black lipstick smears and I imagine someone shoving their cock past these yellowed teeth while I stay locked in this face. I want them to use the hair like a handle, yank my head back until the silicone creaks and stretches, and just wreck me while these dead, unmoving green eyes keep staring. My nipples are so hard they hurt. I’m grinding against the edge of the chair, against my own hand, against anything that will give me friction. The more grotesque I make my expression the harder I get. Tongue out, black lips stretched, eyes frozen open — I’m a walking wet spot in a haunted doll costume and I’m proud of it. I keep whispering filthy things to myself in this distorted voice the silicone gives me: “Fuck me while I look like this. Ruin the doll. Make her leak until the floor is sticky.” I don’t want to take it off. I want someone to walk in right now, see me like this — green eyes locked and unblinking, tongue lolling, gloves shiny with my own juices — and just decide I’m theirs. Bend me over, keep the silicone mask on, and use every hole while I stay trapped in this face. I want them to call me a dirty little doll, a broken toy, a freak, and still keep going until I’m shaking and crying and still begging for more under the thick, heavy silicone. My cunt is fluttering constantly now. Every breath makes the silicone shift slightly against my skin and it feels like being touched. I’m so close I could come just from the way the red straps dig in when I arch. I want to be filmed like this. I want people to see how wet a girl gets when she’s forced to stay in the creepiest fucking silicone face imaginable, eyes never moving no matter how hard she comes. I want comments calling me disgusting and still begging to fuck me. I want someone to edge me for hours while I keep this expression, never allowed to drop the smile, never allowed to look human again until I’ve been completely used. I’m not a person right now. I’m a leaking, twitching, desperate object in a blonde wig and fixed glowing eyes and I need to be treated like one. Grab the hair. Slap the silicone. Force the tongue further out. Fill every hole while these dead green eyes keep staring and I drip all over the floor. Don’t stop even when I start shaking. Don’t stop even when I start sobbing through the smile. Just keep using the doll until she’s empty and still begging for more. I’m so fucking wet it hurts. I’m so fucking close. Please someone just take the silicone mask and the body that comes with it and break both. #femalemask #kigurumiㅤㅤ

Mistress Sandy

56,477 görüntüleme • 22 gün önce

Democrats Are Claiming Donald Trump Is Lying About Illegal Migrants Drawing Social Security Benefits Here’s a Town Hall held in Chicago by US Rep Jonathan Jackson confirming illegals are being put on Social Security “They come into this country and get a stipend, link, a free roaming board, free child care, and some of them are getting Social Security, and when my ancestors were released from slavery, they got their clothes on their back. But yet, they were told to be happy. So why am I and everyone in this country footing the bill for people who are non-Americans, who don't vote? ‌ Who don't fight in any of our wars, who've never paid a tax. And we're told that if we say anything, we're xenophobic. Tell me why. Tell us all why. I wanna know. I think it's wrong. I mean, it shouldn't happen, but this is a U.S. immigration. Transparency, that's my brother. That's my brother. We disagree, but that's my brother. I just wanna say anyway, what the sister said, I don't give a damn about no Joe Biden. So... ‌ If that lady wanna pass out something about that, that's her free will. Y'all can't be forcing democracy on people. She got the right, just like you got the right to say vote for Joe Biden. I got the right as somebody who represent formerly incarcerated person to say Joe Biden and Clinton 94 crime bill created that and we haven't recovered from that. ‌ The only asylum seekers that's perpetually discriminated against in this country by everybody is formerly incarcerated people. They have 18,000 homeless ex-cons, yet they're around here talking about public safety. You don't even know where these men are. Then you let more ex-convicts in here in the name of migrants. But they want to tell you... ‌ That is the low, this own the state, its own, its own, uh, the, the, I mean the Republicans, all politicians local. Every in this state don't let them fool you. From the top, from, from the Lieutenant Governor, to Tony Pratt Winkle, to the Mayor, to the Police Chief, to the State's Attorney, to, to the Aldermen, to the Congress person, to the state reps, all are black. ‌ You got 150 elected black positions and our communities look the way they look. And if I say something, if I say something, if it's not with my brother, he just got there. They want to legislate for us without ever bringing us at the table. I did 21 years in the prison. What they gonna tell me about what we need? ‌ They ain't never spend one day in the cell but they legislate for your nephew, cousin, and son. Furthermore, ain't no kids in here. Ain't no teenagers in here. Over 150 murdered young men from ages 16 to 24, and ain't no kids in here? That's the problem. You old people, y'all keep voting the same way, hook, line, and sinker, without ever holding them account. And the very babies go kill y'all ass. ‌ These kids are little wolves. Hey, ain't nothing that's nobody saying no more important than this. Hey, hey, wrap your ass. Ain't nothing nobody's saying more important than this. I'm tired of y'all playing games with these babies. These babies gonna start driving y'all, but they already doing it. They gonna kill you. I think y'all getting hijacked now. 60% unemployment rate for 18 to 24 and you got money for migrants?”
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Democrats Are Claiming Donald Trump Is Lying About Illegal Migrants Drawing Social Security Benefits Here’s a Town Hall held in Chicago by US Rep Jonathan Jackson confirming illegals are being put on Social Security “They come into this country and get a stipend, link, a free roaming board, free child care, and some of them are getting Social Security, and when my ancestors were released from slavery, they got their clothes on their back. But yet, they were told to be happy. So why am I and everyone in this country footing the bill for people who are non-Americans, who don't vote? ‌ Who don't fight in any of our wars, who've never paid a tax. And we're told that if we say anything, we're xenophobic. Tell me why. Tell us all why. I wanna know. I think it's wrong. I mean, it shouldn't happen, but this is a U.S. immigration. Transparency, that's my brother. That's my brother. We disagree, but that's my brother. I just wanna say anyway, what the sister said, I don't give a damn about no Joe Biden. So... ‌ If that lady wanna pass out something about that, that's her free will. Y'all can't be forcing democracy on people. She got the right, just like you got the right to say vote for Joe Biden. I got the right as somebody who represent formerly incarcerated person to say Joe Biden and Clinton 94 crime bill created that and we haven't recovered from that. ‌ The only asylum seekers that's perpetually discriminated against in this country by everybody is formerly incarcerated people. They have 18,000 homeless ex-cons, yet they're around here talking about public safety. You don't even know where these men are. Then you let more ex-convicts in here in the name of migrants. But they want to tell you... ‌ That is the low, this own the state, its own, its own, uh, the, the, I mean the Republicans, all politicians local. Every in this state don't let them fool you. From the top, from, from the Lieutenant Governor, to Tony Pratt Winkle, to the Mayor, to the Police Chief, to the State's Attorney, to, to the Aldermen, to the Congress person, to the state reps, all are black. ‌ You got 150 elected black positions and our communities look the way they look. And if I say something, if I say something, if it's not with my brother, he just got there. They want to legislate for us without ever bringing us at the table. I did 21 years in the prison. What they gonna tell me about what we need? ‌ They ain't never spend one day in the cell but they legislate for your nephew, cousin, and son. Furthermore, ain't no kids in here. Ain't no teenagers in here. Over 150 murdered young men from ages 16 to 24, and ain't no kids in here? That's the problem. You old people, y'all keep voting the same way, hook, line, and sinker, without ever holding them account. And the very babies go kill y'all ass. ‌ These kids are little wolves. Hey, ain't nothing that's nobody saying no more important than this. Hey, hey, wrap your ass. Ain't nothing nobody's saying more important than this. I'm tired of y'all playing games with these babies. These babies gonna start driving y'all, but they already doing it. They gonna kill you. I think y'all getting hijacked now. 60% unemployment rate for 18 to 24 and you got money for migrants?”

Wall Street Apes

1,325,303 görüntüleme • 2 yıl önce

I Will Always Love You: When a Song Left Dolly Parton’s Hands There’s a small moment in the history of “I Will Always Love You” that I’ve always found more beautiful than any of the record-breaking numbers. Dolly Parton was driving when Whitney Houston’s version of her own song came on the radio. At one point the emotion hit so hard she had to pull over because she was afraid she’d crash. “I couldn’t believe how she did that,” Dolly later said. She wasn’t just hearing another singer cover her song. She was hearing something familiar become something she no longer fully recognized. What’s worth remembering is that “I Will Always Love You” was never written to be a pop power ballad. Dolly wrote it in the early 1970s, at the moment she decided to leave *The Porter Wagoner Show* and step out on her own. The song was a farewell to Wagoner—painful, but deliberately free of bitterness. Dolly’s own recording went to No. 1 on the country charts. And one detail shows how clearly Dolly already understood the song’s value. Elvis Presley wanted to record it. Dolly was thrilled at the thought of Elvis singing her song. Then Colonel Tom Parker demanded half the publishing. Dolly said no, even though the decision broke her heart. She knew she wasn’t just selling a song—she was giving away ownership of the most important copyright in her publishing company. Looking back, that may have been one of the most important decisions in the song’s history. Because nearly twenty years later, Whitney Houston arrived. Kevin Costner pushed for “I Will Always Love You” in *The Bodyguard*, and the most important idea turned out to be the one that looked like the least: letting Whitney begin almost alone, with no band behind her. David Foster initially wanted to cut the a cappella opening. After hearing Whitney sing it, he realized there was no other way to start the song. This is where the cover becomes a masterclass in arrangement. That opening silence doesn’t just spotlight Whitney’s voice. It strips away everything that could protect or cushion the singer. No drums. No strings. No piano to create a sense of safety. Only tone, breath, pitch, and space. Then the layers enter one by one. The vocal moves from restraint into power. A saxophone opens a different color. Then comes the key change near the end. According to analysis from Berklee, that modulation lifts the song a whole step, and it’s especially effective because Whitney’s voice almost leads the listener into the new key before the instruments fully follow. It’s a familiar pop device—but here it never feels like a cheap trick designed to get a reaction. It feels like the emotion has simply outgrown the old key. And that, more than anything, is the difference between Dolly and Whitney. Dolly sings the song like a goodbye someone might speak very quietly. Whitney sings it as if that same goodbye has been growing inside for years and can no longer stay contained. Same melody. Same story. Two completely different emotional rooms. Whitney didn’t erase Dolly from the song. She made listeners go back to Dolly. The more you hear Whitney’s version, the more you appreciate the strength of the original writing: a melody simple enough to survive a total rebirth, and lyrics precise enough to keep their meaning when carried from country into soul, pop, and gospel. In 1992, Whitney’s version spent 14 consecutive weeks at No. 1 on the Billboard Hot 100—a record at the time. But its success went far beyond the charts. It turned a song Dolly wrote as a professional goodbye into one of the definitive recordings of the person who sang it. Then the story returned to Nashville. Dolly has said that the money she made from Whitney’s version—estimated by Forbes at around $10 million in the 1990s—went toward buying a commercial complex in a predominantly Black neighborhood outside the familiar Music Row area. She gave it a name that almost summarizes the entire story: “the house that Whitney built.” I like how the story ends there. Not with a luxury car. Not with a mansion named after a hit. But with a piece of real estate in Nashville where Dolly said she wanted to be “with Whitney’s people,” people she also considered her own. A song begins when one woman says goodbye to the man who helped shape her career. Another woman takes it, changes the way the song breathes, expands its scale, and carries it to millions of listeners. And in the end, the rewards of that version circle back to the city where Dolly first wrote the song. Maybe that’s what makes “I Will Always Love You” special to me. A great songwriter knows how to write a song. A great artist knows how to make it her own. But sometimes the real miracle comes afterward: the song becomes large enough that the writer can stand outside it, listen to someone else sing it, and still find herself inside it. Dolly once said she wished she could have sung the song with Whitney. She also joked that Whitney would have outsung her for sure. That comment feels pure Dolly. No claim of ownership. No attempt to reclaim the spotlight. Just a quiet smile at a song that traveled farther than anyone could have planned—and the recognition that, somewhere, it was still her little song.
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I Will Always Love You: When a Song Left Dolly Parton’s Hands There’s a small moment in the history of “I Will Always Love You” that I’ve always found more beautiful than any of the record-breaking numbers. Dolly Parton was driving when Whitney Houston’s version of her own song came on the radio. At one point the emotion hit so hard she had to pull over because she was afraid she’d crash. “I couldn’t believe how she did that,” Dolly later said. She wasn’t just hearing another singer cover her song. She was hearing something familiar become something she no longer fully recognized. What’s worth remembering is that “I Will Always Love You” was never written to be a pop power ballad. Dolly wrote it in the early 1970s, at the moment she decided to leave *The Porter Wagoner Show* and step out on her own. The song was a farewell to Wagoner—painful, but deliberately free of bitterness. Dolly’s own recording went to No. 1 on the country charts. And one detail shows how clearly Dolly already understood the song’s value. Elvis Presley wanted to record it. Dolly was thrilled at the thought of Elvis singing her song. Then Colonel Tom Parker demanded half the publishing. Dolly said no, even though the decision broke her heart. She knew she wasn’t just selling a song—she was giving away ownership of the most important copyright in her publishing company. Looking back, that may have been one of the most important decisions in the song’s history. Because nearly twenty years later, Whitney Houston arrived. Kevin Costner pushed for “I Will Always Love You” in *The Bodyguard*, and the most important idea turned out to be the one that looked like the least: letting Whitney begin almost alone, with no band behind her. David Foster initially wanted to cut the a cappella opening. After hearing Whitney sing it, he realized there was no other way to start the song. This is where the cover becomes a masterclass in arrangement. That opening silence doesn’t just spotlight Whitney’s voice. It strips away everything that could protect or cushion the singer. No drums. No strings. No piano to create a sense of safety. Only tone, breath, pitch, and space. Then the layers enter one by one. The vocal moves from restraint into power. A saxophone opens a different color. Then comes the key change near the end. According to analysis from Berklee, that modulation lifts the song a whole step, and it’s especially effective because Whitney’s voice almost leads the listener into the new key before the instruments fully follow. It’s a familiar pop device—but here it never feels like a cheap trick designed to get a reaction. It feels like the emotion has simply outgrown the old key. And that, more than anything, is the difference between Dolly and Whitney. Dolly sings the song like a goodbye someone might speak very quietly. Whitney sings it as if that same goodbye has been growing inside for years and can no longer stay contained. Same melody. Same story. Two completely different emotional rooms. Whitney didn’t erase Dolly from the song. She made listeners go back to Dolly. The more you hear Whitney’s version, the more you appreciate the strength of the original writing: a melody simple enough to survive a total rebirth, and lyrics precise enough to keep their meaning when carried from country into soul, pop, and gospel. In 1992, Whitney’s version spent 14 consecutive weeks at No. 1 on the Billboard Hot 100—a record at the time. But its success went far beyond the charts. It turned a song Dolly wrote as a professional goodbye into one of the definitive recordings of the person who sang it. Then the story returned to Nashville. Dolly has said that the money she made from Whitney’s version—estimated by Forbes at around $10 million in the 1990s—went toward buying a commercial complex in a predominantly Black neighborhood outside the familiar Music Row area. She gave it a name that almost summarizes the entire story: “the house that Whitney built.” I like how the story ends there. Not with a luxury car. Not with a mansion named after a hit. But with a piece of real estate in Nashville where Dolly said she wanted to be “with Whitney’s people,” people she also considered her own. A song begins when one woman says goodbye to the man who helped shape her career. Another woman takes it, changes the way the song breathes, expands its scale, and carries it to millions of listeners. And in the end, the rewards of that version circle back to the city where Dolly first wrote the song. Maybe that’s what makes “I Will Always Love You” special to me. A great songwriter knows how to write a song. A great artist knows how to make it her own. But sometimes the real miracle comes afterward: the song becomes large enough that the writer can stand outside it, listen to someone else sing it, and still find herself inside it. Dolly once said she wished she could have sung the song with Whitney. She also joked that Whitney would have outsung her for sure. That comment feels pure Dolly. No claim of ownership. No attempt to reclaim the spotlight. Just a quiet smile at a song that traveled farther than anyone could have planned—and the recognition that, somewhere, it was still her little song.

Music over time🎻

22,064 görüntüleme • 1 ay önce

"It looked like a large piece of saran wrap. It didn't really scare me at that time until it moved and formed the arm that reached over to the other tree." ~Jan Mac The Predator Case of Lima, Ohio "If you saw in the woods some strange thing like that, like The Predator, you'd probably be leery about going back there again, too." ~Bruce Mac (In the replies, I'd love to discuss... If this thing is the same thing that Jay Stratton and Travis S Taylor (and others?) say they saw, what the hell is it and what the hell is it doing? Is it just a peak into a shadow biome that our senses usually can't perceive but every now and then, shows itself? Just a Predator-like being doing its thing? "Hi everybody, I'm just collecting acorns!" ~Pedator Fella As you watch or read, you'll ask yourself: Is what Jan Mac saw, connected to that light that showed up over the high school, and did it originate from elsewhere? Or, is it native to this planet and just trying to misdirect (by having that light pop up at the same time) and make us think it's from somewhere else? ICYMI, here's my post about the alleged Stratton/Taylor Predator experience... ) ~ David Paulides Voiceover: "The last case I want to investigate is even a little deeper down the rabbit hole. It's not about a missing hunter, but instead about a strange experience one hunter faced in Lima, Ohio. It's important to note that this isn't a connection to The Missing, it's simply an odd event that's worth looking into. And it's associated with one of the smartest people I've ever met." The Late Bruce Maccabee - Ph.D., Optical Physicist: "There's a difference, I guess, between being freaked out by things that you imagine and being freaked out by things that you actually see." ~ Jan Maccabee - Bruce's Wife: "This, I have to say, was the most (sighs) terrifying experience. But yeah, I don't know why I didn't react to it, and that bothers me. "The hunting in Ohio is awesome. We have some great, big trophy deer in Ohio, and we happen to have some of the biggest right here on our own property. "It was the most beautiful night to deer hunt. It was the second day of season, I wanted to get my, you know, rear end in the woods to hunt. I was really excited about it. "There was a band over at the high school. By the time I got to my deer stand, I could hear 'em. I was all settled in, I didn't see nothing coming down the paths. Trails, the birds, crickets, everything were normal woods sounds. When you're hunting, you have two of your most keenest senses, is your hearing and your eyesight. "All of a sudden the woods went to this dead quiet. If I had dropped a pin out of that deer stand... It cut off. No birds, no crickets, no nothing." ~~~ Others have told similar stories featuring that detail of complete silence engulfing them. Brandon Fugal: "And as I was walking around to the back of the old homesteads, it was like I entered an anechoic chamber, a soundproof room. And there was an auditory sensation. It was almost like my ears were boxed. And all of the ambient noise, to a degree, was completely muted. "And one thing that we’ve seen that is consistent is the electromagnetic. The cell phone anomalies…Erik Bard has conducted quite a bit of research into what type of acute medical episodes can accompany extreme electromagnetic, interference or events, even the auditory phenomena that I experienced. I related to you my experience of walking around the back of the old homestead and having this auditory sensation where all the ambient noise was essentially muted. And it truly felt like I stepped into a soundproof chamber of sorts. And it’s interesting. Electromagnetic phenomena at times, and that kind of interference can actually create those kind of reactions biologically." Source: ~ And this excerpt from "Skinwalkers at the Pentagon." (Like with Fugal's experience, this took place at Skinwalker Ranch) "Suddenly a cone of silence descended on Kelleher and Witt; the crickets seemed to go silent and even the faint rustling of the breeze in the trees ceased. Turning around, they saw a creature ambling towards them from the south. It was the size of a 150-pound pig and should have been making considerable noise as it walked. Yet, the cone of silence dominated the moonlit scene as the creature glided past within 30 feet of Kelleher and about 50 feet from Witt. To Kelleher, it appeared the animal had a series of dinosaur-like spines on its back and also sported a very large, flattened beaver-like tail. It noiselessly coasted past the pair and disappeared around the southwestern corner of the building, still not making a sound. Even Kelleher, who had spent hundreds of days and nights on Skinwalker Ranch and had already been exposed to his fair share of bizarre anomalies on the property, felt a distinct chill as he watched the surreal animal shuffle silently away." Longer excerpt: ~~~Back to Jan Mac and The Predator~~~ Jan: "The sun's still up. We were not calling for bad weather that night. It was a great night to hunt. Also, I felt like I had like a mote in my eye. I even took my finger and wiped my eye, like, when you get that fogginess over your eye, like it's just... I look and I'm thinking, 'What is this thing in the trees?' "It looked like a large piece of saran wrap. It's the only way I can describe it. But this thing was very wide. So I'm up fourteen foot, and it hung quite a ways down. And I'm thinking, 'What is this thing?' It didn't really scare me at that time until it moved and formed the arm that reached over to the other tree. It reached over about twelve to fourteen foot, and then it all, like a blob, like, sucked into it. And it went to the whole other tree. "I had this very euphoric feeling like, something ain't right here. Normally at that time, I'd have probably got down and stopped hunting, but for some reason I didn't." Paulides: "So, as you're sitting in your blind and you're looking across, where did the blob come from?" Jan: "I have no idea, it just appeared in the one tree. As it was moving through the woods, it went from like, tree to tree, and then it just...it disappeared. It didn't continue on. So, where it went, I don't know. It's like it just, poof, right before my eyes, vanished. "And I don't remember taking the picture, but being married to who I'm married to, Dr. Bruce Maccabee, he always said, 'If you see anything weird, get a picture.' "I don't recall, actually, when, either, that the sounds had returned. Because it's like, I don't remember. That's not me to this day. Normally, I would probably crawl down, come running in the house and say, 'You ain't gonna believe what's back there in them woods.'" Paulides: "How much longer you think you stayed in the stand?" Jan: "Umm, about half hour till sundown, when it's time to come out." ~ Bruce: "The sequence of this is: Jan goes out to hunt, we have guests show up, we're having dinner. She comes back from the hunt and says nothing about what happened. It was strange. The guests are about ready to leave. Later on, Matthew sends me an email: There was a sighting by a number of students and the faculty at the high school band practice just before dark." ~ Jan: "I'm like, 'Holy crap! Maybe it has something to do with what I saw in the woods?' And Bruce goes, 'What?' And I said, 'I forgot to tell you about what happened in those woods to me tonight!' And I'm reading this from Matthew, and then I started really getting, I get goosebumps. He said, 'This light appeared above the big stadium lights of the football field.' Had Matthew not sent that email, I'm not sure if I would have remembered even that night to say anything." ~ Paulides: "How many kids were on the field?" Matthew Pheneger - Shawnee High School, Class of 2013: "At least thirty. Thirty to forty, I would say." Paulides: "And was that the high school band?" Matthew: "Yes." Paulides: "And so, this was just before you guys went back to school?" Matthew: "Yes, band camp, late August." Paulides: "Late August. So, what time of night do you think that was?" Matthew: "Uhh, between six and seven. We were rehearsing, normally, out here about six, seven o'clock, doing our normal routine, when all of a sudden there was this bright light in the sky that just came out of nowhere. And we all just kind of stopped and looked at it as one." Paulides: "Where was the light?" Matthew: "So, the light was anywhere...it was above the tree line, for sure, just kind of hovering in the skyline. Close enough that it could catch your attention. Like it shouldn't have been there, I guess. If it was some man-made thing, it was too low to be there." Paulides: "Okay. What was the weather like that night?" Matthew: "Clear and hot. Typical, August Ohio weather." Paulides: "Okay. What color was it?" Matthew: "Candle orange. As far as I could tell, the thing had no definable edges to it. There were no like, dimensions. It was just kind of waxing and waning till it just zapped out. You know, our band director, who never stops for anything, he stopped and turned around and looked at us, and he goes, you know, 'What the hell was that?' Before I had time to even like, think about what I was seeing, it was gone. And then it was just kind of like an imprint in your mind, like I've seen something strange.” ~ Paulides: “So in your gut, are the two issues related?” Jan: “I often wonder now. All I can say is it happened within the same time frame, basically, as my experience here. Probably a half a mile over there, as the crow would fly.” ~ Bruce: “This is a Blackberry. On the back, you have the lens. It's not like the modern ones that have a camera on the front as well as a camera on the back. So I'd be taking your picture right now, but I would not be taking my picture. Something happened to that camera, I don't know what, but there's hard evidence of some weird thing that happened. She took a couple of pictures of herself before the event, which provide a fixed point of investigation, you might say. And she took another picture afterwards, So you have the camera phone doing its normal thing before and after, but right in the middle with this one photo, that something bizarre happened. “The picture she took, the resolution somehow changed for that one picture. You could manually change the cell phone to 1600 by 1200, 1024, by 760, or something like that, and 640 by 480. But it got changed to 500 by 400 or something. Numbers that don't exist. I don't know how to make it do that resolution. You'd have to get in there and rewire it somehow, or change the software. But even changing the software doesn't change the number of pixels along the edge of the sensor. I don't know how to explain this filamentary stuff. I can't imagine what this, what looks like it is well focused. I don't know what that is.” ~ Paulides: “I’ve had people write to me and say, ‘Well, what that is is Jan took a picture of her own hair.’” Jan: “My hair was back through the back of the ball cap, where it adjusts. it was tied back.” Paulides: “So there was no part of you that could have been in that frame?” Jan: “No way, no way.” ~ Bruce: “It would be possible for her to take a picture of her hair. She put her hand back there. But that wouldn't change the resolution of the camera or the byte size of the picture.” ~ Paulides: “So Jan, let me ask you, since that has happened, has it changed your life?” Jan: “Yeah, I've never been back in that woods to hunt that. I actually ended up buying a redneck deer blind. I mean, I want something surrounding me.” ~ Bruce: “You can imagine if you saw in the woods some strange thing like that, like The Predator, you'd probably be leery about going back there again, too.”
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"It looked like a large piece of saran wrap. It didn't really scare me at that time until it moved and formed the arm that reached over to the other tree." ~Jan Mac The Predator Case of Lima, Ohio "If you saw in the woods some strange thing like that, like The Predator, you'd probably be leery about going back there again, too." ~Bruce Mac (In the replies, I'd love to discuss... If this thing is the same thing that Jay Stratton and Travis S Taylor (and others?) say they saw, what the hell is it and what the hell is it doing? Is it just a peak into a shadow biome that our senses usually can't perceive but every now and then, shows itself? Just a Predator-like being doing its thing? "Hi everybody, I'm just collecting acorns!" ~Pedator Fella As you watch or read, you'll ask yourself: Is what Jan Mac saw, connected to that light that showed up over the high school, and did it originate from elsewhere? Or, is it native to this planet and just trying to misdirect (by having that light pop up at the same time) and make us think it's from somewhere else? ICYMI, here's my post about the alleged Stratton/Taylor Predator experience... ) ~ David Paulides Voiceover: "The last case I want to investigate is even a little deeper down the rabbit hole. It's not about a missing hunter, but instead about a strange experience one hunter faced in Lima, Ohio. It's important to note that this isn't a connection to The Missing, it's simply an odd event that's worth looking into. And it's associated with one of the smartest people I've ever met." The Late Bruce Maccabee - Ph.D., Optical Physicist: "There's a difference, I guess, between being freaked out by things that you imagine and being freaked out by things that you actually see." ~ Jan Maccabee - Bruce's Wife: "This, I have to say, was the most (sighs) terrifying experience. But yeah, I don't know why I didn't react to it, and that bothers me. "The hunting in Ohio is awesome. We have some great, big trophy deer in Ohio, and we happen to have some of the biggest right here on our own property. "It was the most beautiful night to deer hunt. It was the second day of season, I wanted to get my, you know, rear end in the woods to hunt. I was really excited about it. "There was a band over at the high school. By the time I got to my deer stand, I could hear 'em. I was all settled in, I didn't see nothing coming down the paths. Trails, the birds, crickets, everything were normal woods sounds. When you're hunting, you have two of your most keenest senses, is your hearing and your eyesight. "All of a sudden the woods went to this dead quiet. If I had dropped a pin out of that deer stand... It cut off. No birds, no crickets, no nothing." ~~~ Others have told similar stories featuring that detail of complete silence engulfing them. Brandon Fugal: "And as I was walking around to the back of the old homesteads, it was like I entered an anechoic chamber, a soundproof room. And there was an auditory sensation. It was almost like my ears were boxed. And all of the ambient noise, to a degree, was completely muted. "And one thing that we’ve seen that is consistent is the electromagnetic. The cell phone anomalies…Erik Bard has conducted quite a bit of research into what type of acute medical episodes can accompany extreme electromagnetic, interference or events, even the auditory phenomena that I experienced. I related to you my experience of walking around the back of the old homestead and having this auditory sensation where all the ambient noise was essentially muted. And it truly felt like I stepped into a soundproof chamber of sorts. And it’s interesting. Electromagnetic phenomena at times, and that kind of interference can actually create those kind of reactions biologically." Source: ~ And this excerpt from "Skinwalkers at the Pentagon." (Like with Fugal's experience, this took place at Skinwalker Ranch) "Suddenly a cone of silence descended on Kelleher and Witt; the crickets seemed to go silent and even the faint rustling of the breeze in the trees ceased. Turning around, they saw a creature ambling towards them from the south. It was the size of a 150-pound pig and should have been making considerable noise as it walked. Yet, the cone of silence dominated the moonlit scene as the creature glided past within 30 feet of Kelleher and about 50 feet from Witt. To Kelleher, it appeared the animal had a series of dinosaur-like spines on its back and also sported a very large, flattened beaver-like tail. It noiselessly coasted past the pair and disappeared around the southwestern corner of the building, still not making a sound. Even Kelleher, who had spent hundreds of days and nights on Skinwalker Ranch and had already been exposed to his fair share of bizarre anomalies on the property, felt a distinct chill as he watched the surreal animal shuffle silently away." Longer excerpt: ~~~Back to Jan Mac and The Predator~~~ Jan: "The sun's still up. We were not calling for bad weather that night. It was a great night to hunt. Also, I felt like I had like a mote in my eye. I even took my finger and wiped my eye, like, when you get that fogginess over your eye, like it's just... I look and I'm thinking, 'What is this thing in the trees?' "It looked like a large piece of saran wrap. It's the only way I can describe it. But this thing was very wide. So I'm up fourteen foot, and it hung quite a ways down. And I'm thinking, 'What is this thing?' It didn't really scare me at that time until it moved and formed the arm that reached over to the other tree. It reached over about twelve to fourteen foot, and then it all, like a blob, like, sucked into it. And it went to the whole other tree. "I had this very euphoric feeling like, something ain't right here. Normally at that time, I'd have probably got down and stopped hunting, but for some reason I didn't." Paulides: "So, as you're sitting in your blind and you're looking across, where did the blob come from?" Jan: "I have no idea, it just appeared in the one tree. As it was moving through the woods, it went from like, tree to tree, and then it just...it disappeared. It didn't continue on. So, where it went, I don't know. It's like it just, poof, right before my eyes, vanished. "And I don't remember taking the picture, but being married to who I'm married to, Dr. Bruce Maccabee, he always said, 'If you see anything weird, get a picture.' "I don't recall, actually, when, either, that the sounds had returned. Because it's like, I don't remember. That's not me to this day. Normally, I would probably crawl down, come running in the house and say, 'You ain't gonna believe what's back there in them woods.'" Paulides: "How much longer you think you stayed in the stand?" Jan: "Umm, about half hour till sundown, when it's time to come out." ~ Bruce: "The sequence of this is: Jan goes out to hunt, we have guests show up, we're having dinner. She comes back from the hunt and says nothing about what happened. It was strange. The guests are about ready to leave. Later on, Matthew sends me an email: There was a sighting by a number of students and the faculty at the high school band practice just before dark." ~ Jan: "I'm like, 'Holy crap! Maybe it has something to do with what I saw in the woods?' And Bruce goes, 'What?' And I said, 'I forgot to tell you about what happened in those woods to me tonight!' And I'm reading this from Matthew, and then I started really getting, I get goosebumps. He said, 'This light appeared above the big stadium lights of the football field.' Had Matthew not sent that email, I'm not sure if I would have remembered even that night to say anything." ~ Paulides: "How many kids were on the field?" Matthew Pheneger - Shawnee High School, Class of 2013: "At least thirty. Thirty to forty, I would say." Paulides: "And was that the high school band?" Matthew: "Yes." Paulides: "And so, this was just before you guys went back to school?" Matthew: "Yes, band camp, late August." Paulides: "Late August. So, what time of night do you think that was?" Matthew: "Uhh, between six and seven. We were rehearsing, normally, out here about six, seven o'clock, doing our normal routine, when all of a sudden there was this bright light in the sky that just came out of nowhere. And we all just kind of stopped and looked at it as one." Paulides: "Where was the light?" Matthew: "So, the light was anywhere...it was above the tree line, for sure, just kind of hovering in the skyline. Close enough that it could catch your attention. Like it shouldn't have been there, I guess. If it was some man-made thing, it was too low to be there." Paulides: "Okay. What was the weather like that night?" Matthew: "Clear and hot. Typical, August Ohio weather." Paulides: "Okay. What color was it?" Matthew: "Candle orange. As far as I could tell, the thing had no definable edges to it. There were no like, dimensions. It was just kind of waxing and waning till it just zapped out. You know, our band director, who never stops for anything, he stopped and turned around and looked at us, and he goes, you know, 'What the hell was that?' Before I had time to even like, think about what I was seeing, it was gone. And then it was just kind of like an imprint in your mind, like I've seen something strange.” ~ Paulides: “So in your gut, are the two issues related?” Jan: “I often wonder now. All I can say is it happened within the same time frame, basically, as my experience here. Probably a half a mile over there, as the crow would fly.” ~ Bruce: “This is a Blackberry. On the back, you have the lens. It's not like the modern ones that have a camera on the front as well as a camera on the back. So I'd be taking your picture right now, but I would not be taking my picture. Something happened to that camera, I don't know what, but there's hard evidence of some weird thing that happened. She took a couple of pictures of herself before the event, which provide a fixed point of investigation, you might say. And she took another picture afterwards, So you have the camera phone doing its normal thing before and after, but right in the middle with this one photo, that something bizarre happened. “The picture she took, the resolution somehow changed for that one picture. You could manually change the cell phone to 1600 by 1200, 1024, by 760, or something like that, and 640 by 480. But it got changed to 500 by 400 or something. Numbers that don't exist. I don't know how to make it do that resolution. You'd have to get in there and rewire it somehow, or change the software. But even changing the software doesn't change the number of pixels along the edge of the sensor. I don't know how to explain this filamentary stuff. I can't imagine what this, what looks like it is well focused. I don't know what that is.” ~ Paulides: “I’ve had people write to me and say, ‘Well, what that is is Jan took a picture of her own hair.’” Jan: “My hair was back through the back of the ball cap, where it adjusts. it was tied back.” Paulides: “So there was no part of you that could have been in that frame?” Jan: “No way, no way.” ~ Bruce: “It would be possible for her to take a picture of her hair. She put her hand back there. But that wouldn't change the resolution of the camera or the byte size of the picture.” ~ Paulides: “So Jan, let me ask you, since that has happened, has it changed your life?” Jan: “Yeah, I've never been back in that woods to hunt that. I actually ended up buying a redneck deer blind. I mean, I want something surrounding me.” ~ Bruce: “You can imagine if you saw in the woods some strange thing like that, like The Predator, you'd probably be leery about going back there again, too.”

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Dave Chappelle’s story is one of the rawest examples of what happens when a black genius gets too powerful for the machine to handle—and how he clawed his way out on top. Back in 2003, Chappelle’s Show hit Comedy Central and changed everything. Those sketches—Rick James, Clayton Bigsby, the Racial Draft—weren’t just hilarious; they cut straight through America’s bullshit on race and power. The show blew up, pulling millions of viewers and raking in hundreds of millions from DVDs and reruns. Dave was thirty, suddenly the sharpest voice in comedy. But the deal he’d signed early on gave him almost nothing on the back end. Comedy Central—and its parent Viacom, run by the Redstone family—kept the real money. Dave watched his work get bootlegged and monetized while he got crumbs. Then Season 3 rolled around in 2005. During filming, something felt off. One sketch had a Black character in a pixie costume, and a white executive was laughing a little too hard, in a way that made Dave’s skin crawl. He started telling people privately, “They’re trying to make me wear a dress.” In Hollywood, that’s code for forcing Black men into emasculating roles to diminish their threat—think of the patterns with Eddie Murphy, Martin Lawrence, or countless others. The pressure built. They dangled a $50 million deal for two more seasons. Insane money on paper, but Dave could smell the trap: even less control, more ways to twist his voice into something that served the system instead of exposing it. So he did what almost nobody does—he walked away. Dropped the $50 million, got on a plane, and vanished to South Africa. Stayed on a farm in Durban with a Muslim friend, took a breath, and reflected. The media went feral: “Chappelle’s having a breakdown,” “crack addiction,” “mental health crisis.” Same smear playbook they use on anyone who says no—Kanye, Katt Williams, you name it. Label them crazy, bury the real story. While he was gone, Comedy Central took the unfinished Season 3 footage, slapped it together as “The Lost Episodes,” and aired it anyway. Hosted by Charlie Murphy and Donnell Rawlings, no Dave in sight. They still made bank off his genius, sending a clear message: We own your art even if you run. For years after, Hollywood painted him as difficult, unstable, the guy who “blew” $50 million. Doors quietly closed. No big specials, no major movies. Dave went underground—small clubs, quiet tours—rebuilding on his own terms. Then, around 2016-2017, Netflix came knocking. This time Dave negotiated like a boss: massive paydays—reportedly $20 million per special—full creative control, real ownership. His comeback specials dropped and hit harder than ever. He talked openly about the “dress” incident, the industry’s traps for Black artists, the way they try to break you. In *Sticks & Stones*, he shredded cancel culture. In *The Closer*, he took on the trans debate and refused to bend. The outrage machine came for him full force—walkouts, petitions, headlines screaming “transphobe.” Didn’t matter. Arenas sold out, Grammys won, legacy cemented. And the sweetest part? In 2022, after years of the show being pulled from streaming (Dave had publicly asked platforms not to run it until he got paid fairly), HBO Max finally caved. They cut him a proper check, and Chappelle’s Show came back—with Dave in control. Fast-forward to right now, December 2025: Dave just surprise-dropped his newest Netflix special, The Unstoppable recorded live in his hometown Washington, D.C. back in October. In it, he dives fearless into the chaos of the year—Charlie Kirk’s assassination, Puff Daddy’s downfall, the Riyadh comedy fest backlash, National Guard deployments, free speech crackdowns, and wraps with an epic 30-minute closer weaving American history from Jack Johnson to Nipsey Hussle. Bold truths, no holds barred, and as unstoppable as ever.
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Dave Chappelle’s story is one of the rawest examples of what happens when a black genius gets too powerful for the machine to handle—and how he clawed his way out on top. Back in 2003, Chappelle’s Show hit Comedy Central and changed everything. Those sketches—Rick James, Clayton Bigsby, the Racial Draft—weren’t just hilarious; they cut straight through America’s bullshit on race and power. The show blew up, pulling millions of viewers and raking in hundreds of millions from DVDs and reruns. Dave was thirty, suddenly the sharpest voice in comedy. But the deal he’d signed early on gave him almost nothing on the back end. Comedy Central—and its parent Viacom, run by the Redstone family—kept the real money. Dave watched his work get bootlegged and monetized while he got crumbs. Then Season 3 rolled around in 2005. During filming, something felt off. One sketch had a Black character in a pixie costume, and a white executive was laughing a little too hard, in a way that made Dave’s skin crawl. He started telling people privately, “They’re trying to make me wear a dress.” In Hollywood, that’s code for forcing Black men into emasculating roles to diminish their threat—think of the patterns with Eddie Murphy, Martin Lawrence, or countless others. The pressure built. They dangled a $50 million deal for two more seasons. Insane money on paper, but Dave could smell the trap: even less control, more ways to twist his voice into something that served the system instead of exposing it. So he did what almost nobody does—he walked away. Dropped the $50 million, got on a plane, and vanished to South Africa. Stayed on a farm in Durban with a Muslim friend, took a breath, and reflected. The media went feral: “Chappelle’s having a breakdown,” “crack addiction,” “mental health crisis.” Same smear playbook they use on anyone who says no—Kanye, Katt Williams, you name it. Label them crazy, bury the real story. While he was gone, Comedy Central took the unfinished Season 3 footage, slapped it together as “The Lost Episodes,” and aired it anyway. Hosted by Charlie Murphy and Donnell Rawlings, no Dave in sight. They still made bank off his genius, sending a clear message: We own your art even if you run. For years after, Hollywood painted him as difficult, unstable, the guy who “blew” $50 million. Doors quietly closed. No big specials, no major movies. Dave went underground—small clubs, quiet tours—rebuilding on his own terms. Then, around 2016-2017, Netflix came knocking. This time Dave negotiated like a boss: massive paydays—reportedly $20 million per special—full creative control, real ownership. His comeback specials dropped and hit harder than ever. He talked openly about the “dress” incident, the industry’s traps for Black artists, the way they try to break you. In *Sticks & Stones*, he shredded cancel culture. In *The Closer*, he took on the trans debate and refused to bend. The outrage machine came for him full force—walkouts, petitions, headlines screaming “transphobe.” Didn’t matter. Arenas sold out, Grammys won, legacy cemented. And the sweetest part? In 2022, after years of the show being pulled from streaming (Dave had publicly asked platforms not to run it until he got paid fairly), HBO Max finally caved. They cut him a proper check, and Chappelle’s Show came back—with Dave in control. Fast-forward to right now, December 2025: Dave just surprise-dropped his newest Netflix special, The Unstoppable recorded live in his hometown Washington, D.C. back in October. In it, he dives fearless into the chaos of the year—Charlie Kirk’s assassination, Puff Daddy’s downfall, the Riyadh comedy fest backlash, National Guard deployments, free speech crackdowns, and wraps with an epic 30-minute closer weaving American history from Jack Johnson to Nipsey Hussle. Bold truths, no holds barred, and as unstoppable as ever.

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Recently I got some hands-on time with Crimson Desert and below are my first impressions as well as some of the gameplay I was able to capture. Crimson Desert is a good game, but it won’t be for everyone. I know the devs claim this isn’t an RPG, but I don’t know any other way to describe this game other than a HARDCORE action RPG. If you need the yellow paint to know where to climb this game isn’t for you. But if you love getting lost in a whimsical world with a boat load of content this game is going to be right up your alley. I think what impressed me most is the attention to detail. There’s so many little things the dev team took into consideration that I think people who enjoy being immersed into a world are going to appreciate. Even if you aren’t that person; on a basic level I think most will enjoy the game's combat. It’s fast, fluid and provides a ton of player expression with its deep skill tree. The world of Pywel is vibrant, large in scale and full of life. It’s easy to get lost off the main quest line as there’s always something to do and someone to speak to. An example being I was wandering through the open world and encountered a distressed woman seeking help. I agreed to follow her only to find out moments later she was with a gang and they were trying to back door me. That had me cracking up. I think if the open world is consistently full of fun, unique side content like that & the main quest line is fire this game has a lot of potential to impress. It’s just a shame that I didn’t get to spend more time with the main quests as I kept getting side tracked with cool stuff to do in the open world. So I can’t give you much insight into that. What I can say is after the opening section there’s NEXT TO NO tutorials in this game, the puzzles are hard & the default controls are a bit clunky. You will be getting lost and I can see that frustrating some people who aren’t interested in a challenge. That’s why I mentioned earlier that this is a hardcore RPG. It does not do a lot of hand holding. Because of that I predict you and your friends will be sharing tips and tricks similar to when Elden Ring first launched and nobody knew what they were doing. If you are a patient person and take the time to learn the game's systems I promise you will be able to put together some awesome combos that will make you feel like the main character. My biggest fear for this game is that I won't finish it. Not because it’s a bad game, but I can just tell from my brief time with it that it’s next level massive. As someone who's been gaming for 30+ years it’s very rare you’ll hear me say a game was overwhelming, but this game is. For people who lack a ton of free time I can see that being a turn off because once again the game doesn’t give much direction or tutorials outside the opening area. Not to mention this game could be big just for the sake of being big. I was curious to know how much of the content was engaging versus just open world bloat? Hard to tell because I only got a few hours with the game. I also fear that the Ai isn’t the best in this game. The Ai issues I encountered zapped all immersion away for those moments. I’m not sure if the final build will differ from the vertical slice we played, but what I can tell you is that on the build we played I wasn’t impressed by the Ai. Several times I attacked enemy camps and they never reacted to me attacking them. They just stood there and took it which made the world feel less alive. There were also times where enemies were looking dead at me just standing still as the battle music played threatening to beat me up, but they never did anything. It was 3 or 4 times I encountered this poor Ai which is a red flag for me because I only got two hours of hands on time with the game. Mind you in those two hours a good portion of it was just me working my way through the prologue and the early quests, so I didn't spend a ton of time in the open world. What I'm trying to get at is the janky ai was very noticeable. It wasn't something that took long to find. I will say when the game works it's great, but when I tell you the Ai was bad at times it was bad. It reminded me of the dumb NPC’s often found in Ubisoft open world games. I’m not looking for this to be a Souls game but I want some level of challenge in the combat. Hopefully that stuff gets patched out. That being said, I’m confident in saying this game is good. I just didn’t have enough time with it to determine if it’s good, or GREAT. Only time will tell when Crimson Desert drops on March 19th, 2026 for the PC, PS5 and Xbox Series. Pros —---------- - Combat makes you feel like demon - Deep Skill tree - Vibrant world - Solid voice acting - Fire OST - The little details (trust system, you can commit crimes ect.) - No Fall damage - Puzzles are creative & challenging - Game doesn’t hold you hand (some people will hate this) - You can swap in and out of 3rd and 1st person at will. Wasn’t able to explore much of how that changes the game, but it’s nice that it's an option. - EASILY over 100hrs of content (some will hate this though) Cons —---------- - Clunky controls (Default controls take some time adjusting too. I hope there’s other control schemes at launch) - Inconsistent Ai (Ubisoft bad at times. sometimes the enemies wouldn’t attack during combat or act like they never saw you) - Long load times (we were playing on PC’s, but idk the specs) - Your horse can faint & when they do traveling the large world wasn’t as fun (and I couldn’t figure out how to get him back - most likely a skill issue) - Early stamina management is OD. Early game it’s easy to drown & get tired running. I’d imagine it gets better late game, but early game it’s frustrating trying to explore. - Camera takes some getting used to in combat. Sometimes its too close and others too far. - Early arrows have no impact. Felt useless. Hoping later upgrades fix that
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Recently I got some hands-on time with Crimson Desert and below are my first impressions as well as some of the gameplay I was able to capture. Crimson Desert is a good game, but it won’t be for everyone. I know the devs claim this isn’t an RPG, but I don’t know any other way to describe this game other than a HARDCORE action RPG. If you need the yellow paint to know where to climb this game isn’t for you. But if you love getting lost in a whimsical world with a boat load of content this game is going to be right up your alley. I think what impressed me most is the attention to detail. There’s so many little things the dev team took into consideration that I think people who enjoy being immersed into a world are going to appreciate. Even if you aren’t that person; on a basic level I think most will enjoy the game's combat. It’s fast, fluid and provides a ton of player expression with its deep skill tree. The world of Pywel is vibrant, large in scale and full of life. It’s easy to get lost off the main quest line as there’s always something to do and someone to speak to. An example being I was wandering through the open world and encountered a distressed woman seeking help. I agreed to follow her only to find out moments later she was with a gang and they were trying to back door me. That had me cracking up. I think if the open world is consistently full of fun, unique side content like that & the main quest line is fire this game has a lot of potential to impress. It’s just a shame that I didn’t get to spend more time with the main quests as I kept getting side tracked with cool stuff to do in the open world. So I can’t give you much insight into that. What I can say is after the opening section there’s NEXT TO NO tutorials in this game, the puzzles are hard & the default controls are a bit clunky. You will be getting lost and I can see that frustrating some people who aren’t interested in a challenge. That’s why I mentioned earlier that this is a hardcore RPG. It does not do a lot of hand holding. Because of that I predict you and your friends will be sharing tips and tricks similar to when Elden Ring first launched and nobody knew what they were doing. If you are a patient person and take the time to learn the game's systems I promise you will be able to put together some awesome combos that will make you feel like the main character. My biggest fear for this game is that I won't finish it. Not because it’s a bad game, but I can just tell from my brief time with it that it’s next level massive. As someone who's been gaming for 30+ years it’s very rare you’ll hear me say a game was overwhelming, but this game is. For people who lack a ton of free time I can see that being a turn off because once again the game doesn’t give much direction or tutorials outside the opening area. Not to mention this game could be big just for the sake of being big. I was curious to know how much of the content was engaging versus just open world bloat? Hard to tell because I only got a few hours with the game. I also fear that the Ai isn’t the best in this game. The Ai issues I encountered zapped all immersion away for those moments. I’m not sure if the final build will differ from the vertical slice we played, but what I can tell you is that on the build we played I wasn’t impressed by the Ai. Several times I attacked enemy camps and they never reacted to me attacking them. They just stood there and took it which made the world feel less alive. There were also times where enemies were looking dead at me just standing still as the battle music played threatening to beat me up, but they never did anything. It was 3 or 4 times I encountered this poor Ai which is a red flag for me because I only got two hours of hands on time with the game. Mind you in those two hours a good portion of it was just me working my way through the prologue and the early quests, so I didn't spend a ton of time in the open world. What I'm trying to get at is the janky ai was very noticeable. It wasn't something that took long to find. I will say when the game works it's great, but when I tell you the Ai was bad at times it was bad. It reminded me of the dumb NPC’s often found in Ubisoft open world games. I’m not looking for this to be a Souls game but I want some level of challenge in the combat. Hopefully that stuff gets patched out. That being said, I’m confident in saying this game is good. I just didn’t have enough time with it to determine if it’s good, or GREAT. Only time will tell when Crimson Desert drops on March 19th, 2026 for the PC, PS5 and Xbox Series. Pros —---------- - Combat makes you feel like demon - Deep Skill tree - Vibrant world - Solid voice acting - Fire OST - The little details (trust system, you can commit crimes ect.) - No Fall damage - Puzzles are creative & challenging - Game doesn’t hold you hand (some people will hate this) - You can swap in and out of 3rd and 1st person at will. Wasn’t able to explore much of how that changes the game, but it’s nice that it's an option. - EASILY over 100hrs of content (some will hate this though) Cons —---------- - Clunky controls (Default controls take some time adjusting too. I hope there’s other control schemes at launch) - Inconsistent Ai (Ubisoft bad at times. sometimes the enemies wouldn’t attack during combat or act like they never saw you) - Long load times (we were playing on PC’s, but idk the specs) - Your horse can faint & when they do traveling the large world wasn’t as fun (and I couldn’t figure out how to get him back - most likely a skill issue) - Early stamina management is OD. Early game it’s easy to drown & get tired running. I’d imagine it gets better late game, but early game it’s frustrating trying to explore. - Camera takes some getting used to in combat. Sometimes its too close and others too far. - Early arrows have no impact. Felt useless. Hoping later upgrades fix that

The Black Hokage

1,175,958 görüntüleme • 6 ay önce

Fear of going to hell wasn’t the reason I accepted Jesus Christ.. I was at my lowest point in life. I hit rock bottom and I was about to jump out of a hotel window and end my life. I was ashamed of the sinful lifestyle I was living as an Onlyfans girl. The shame and the feeling of disgust was overwhelming. I hated my life, I hated the world and I felt like nobody loved me. For some time, I wanted to get out of that lifestyle. But after being deceived and tricked out of my money by a man I thought loved me, I ended up facing homelessness. I reflected on my life and all I could see was how much people had hurt me, the pain and suffering I had experienced in my life and I just wanted to escape all the feelings of sadness and shame. But I realized that it was all my fault. I was the one who made certain choices leading up to this situation. All I could think was “just kill yourself”, “you’ve ruined your life”, “no one cares about you”, “the world is better off without you”, “you’re just a whore”, “your family is ashamed of you”, “no one will ever marry you”, “you’re homeless and will suffer even more”, “you’re stupid”, and etc. In desperation, I cried out to God for the first time in life. I yelled at God and told Him that if He was real, He needed to show me He is real because I was ready to end it all. No one was there to stop me. I could easily jump out of the window and die without anyone intervening or knowing until it was done. I was at my breaking point, and I had accepted that this was it for me. After crying my entire heart out to God, I stood up off the floor ready to go open the window to carry out my ending. When I stood up, I instantly became lightheaded, I walked to the bed and layed down. As soon as my back hit the mattress I felt a presence I had never felt before ever in life. It was an overwhelming love that I can’t put into words, this presence came over my entire body and every single thought I had was silenced. I didn’t have a single thought, my mind went completely blank and all I could feel was overwhelming peace, love and it was so beautiful that I never wanted it to end. Every moment was better than the last and nothing was even happening. The best word I can use to describe it was pure bliss. The first thought I had was “I am here with you” I felt a tear come out of my eye. And I knew, that that was God. At that moment I was absolutely shocked. It’s an experience I will never forget and I will always long to be immersed in that bliss, peace and love again.. I went to sleep and the next morning, I posted on all my socials that I was quitting onlyfans and I wanted to give my life to God. Now, I didn’t know who God was. All I knew was that I had an encounter with God in that hotel room. I was raised a spiritist, and I never went to church and I had never read the Bible in my life. I didn’t know anything about this God. All I had known was sin, darkness and the brokenness I lived in up until that moment. After I posted that, a girl I had met one time asked if I wanted to go to church with her. This was the first time anyone had ever invited me to church. I said yes, and when I arrived I spoke to a woman there who told me about Jesus for the first time. I couldn’t believe it. I wanted to end my life, and Jesus wanted to give me a new life. The gospel hit me like a ton of bricks. I was in awe of this Jesus she spoke about. I wanted to know Him because He was unlike anyone I had ever met. After I accepted Christ, a group there huddled around me, prayed for me and I felt the same overwhelming presence again that I felt the night before. I now knew that Jesus is God. They asked me if I wanted to get baptized right on the spot and I agreed. Then they gave me my first Bible. I was born again as a new creation in Christ and it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I used to be a victim. Now I’m more than a conqueror! Thank you Jesus!
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Fear of going to hell wasn’t the reason I accepted Jesus Christ.. I was at my lowest point in life. I hit rock bottom and I was about to jump out of a hotel window and end my life. I was ashamed of the sinful lifestyle I was living as an Onlyfans girl. The shame and the feeling of disgust was overwhelming. I hated my life, I hated the world and I felt like nobody loved me. For some time, I wanted to get out of that lifestyle. But after being deceived and tricked out of my money by a man I thought loved me, I ended up facing homelessness. I reflected on my life and all I could see was how much people had hurt me, the pain and suffering I had experienced in my life and I just wanted to escape all the feelings of sadness and shame. But I realized that it was all my fault. I was the one who made certain choices leading up to this situation. All I could think was “just kill yourself”, “you’ve ruined your life”, “no one cares about you”, “the world is better off without you”, “you’re just a whore”, “your family is ashamed of you”, “no one will ever marry you”, “you’re homeless and will suffer even more”, “you’re stupid”, and etc. In desperation, I cried out to God for the first time in life. I yelled at God and told Him that if He was real, He needed to show me He is real because I was ready to end it all. No one was there to stop me. I could easily jump out of the window and die without anyone intervening or knowing until it was done. I was at my breaking point, and I had accepted that this was it for me. After crying my entire heart out to God, I stood up off the floor ready to go open the window to carry out my ending. When I stood up, I instantly became lightheaded, I walked to the bed and layed down. As soon as my back hit the mattress I felt a presence I had never felt before ever in life. It was an overwhelming love that I can’t put into words, this presence came over my entire body and every single thought I had was silenced. I didn’t have a single thought, my mind went completely blank and all I could feel was overwhelming peace, love and it was so beautiful that I never wanted it to end. Every moment was better than the last and nothing was even happening. The best word I can use to describe it was pure bliss. The first thought I had was “I am here with you” I felt a tear come out of my eye. And I knew, that that was God. At that moment I was absolutely shocked. It’s an experience I will never forget and I will always long to be immersed in that bliss, peace and love again.. I went to sleep and the next morning, I posted on all my socials that I was quitting onlyfans and I wanted to give my life to God. Now, I didn’t know who God was. All I knew was that I had an encounter with God in that hotel room. I was raised a spiritist, and I never went to church and I had never read the Bible in my life. I didn’t know anything about this God. All I had known was sin, darkness and the brokenness I lived in up until that moment. After I posted that, a girl I had met one time asked if I wanted to go to church with her. This was the first time anyone had ever invited me to church. I said yes, and when I arrived I spoke to a woman there who told me about Jesus for the first time. I couldn’t believe it. I wanted to end my life, and Jesus wanted to give me a new life. The gospel hit me like a ton of bricks. I was in awe of this Jesus she spoke about. I wanted to know Him because He was unlike anyone I had ever met. After I accepted Christ, a group there huddled around me, prayed for me and I felt the same overwhelming presence again that I felt the night before. I now knew that Jesus is God. They asked me if I wanted to get baptized right on the spot and I agreed. Then they gave me my first Bible. I was born again as a new creation in Christ and it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I used to be a victim. Now I’m more than a conqueror! Thank you Jesus!

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43,096 görüntüleme • 2 gün önce

She literally froze time just to have breakfast. Seedance 2.5 on BudgetPixel AI prompt Photorealistic cinematic 1990s American diner, red vinyl booths, neon signs, chrome details, checkerboard floor, soft natural window light mixed with warm practicals, subtle handheld texture, rich lived-in period detail, heavy film grain. Shot with modern realism and precise temporal control. Use the provided reference image as the exact character lock for the girl with long wavy blonde hair, green-hazel eyes, winged eyeliner, deep maroon lipstick, and an orange dress. Maintain perfect facial structure, hair, head shape, skin texture and clothing consistency at all times. Do not change any other character, scene, action, camera movement, timing, lighting, environment, or visual detail. 0-5s: [Medium Wide] The girl @[Image 1](image_1) sits in a red vinyl booth. She stands up, turns, and collides hard into a waitress carrying a full breakfast tray (eggs, bacon, toast, coffee pot). Impact is sudden and physical. 5-12s: [Dynamic Tracking into Super Slow-Motion] Collision detonates. Tray, plate, eggs, bacon strips and coffee pot explode upward. Coffee erupts into long liquid ribbons and perfect suspended droplets. Camera orbits smoothly around the impact. Time locks completely at the peak of the spill. Every face freezes in pure shock. Only the girl remains free to move. She freezes for one beat with a clear "I fucked up" expression, then quickly grabs two bacon strips and a fried egg from the floating debris. 12-22s: [Tracking Shot] Still inside the frozen diner, she walks toward the exit door while taking deliberate bites of bacon then egg. All patrons, waitress and flying food stay perfectly suspended in mid-air. 22-27s: [Medium Shot] Just as she reaches the door and is about to push it open, time snaps back to normal speed. Everything that was floating crashes down at once — plates, eggs, bacon, tray and coffee slam onto the floor with a loud chaotic impact. The waitress and patrons react in sudden real-time shock. 27-30s: [Medium Close-Up] She pauses, turns slightly, raises her eyebrows and gives a small casual "it is what it is" shrug with a quiet half-smile of acceptance, still holding the remaining food. Photorealistic, ultra-detailed fluid and object physics, perfect volume and surface tension on liquids, sharp motion blur only on moving elements, stable character, cinematic lighting, heavy natural film grain, no artifacts, movie-level temporal coherence, high rewatch value.
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She literally froze time just to have breakfast. Seedance 2.5 on BudgetPixel AI prompt Photorealistic cinematic 1990s American diner, red vinyl booths, neon signs, chrome details, checkerboard floor, soft natural window light mixed with warm practicals, subtle handheld texture, rich lived-in period detail, heavy film grain. Shot with modern realism and precise temporal control. Use the provided reference image as the exact character lock for the girl with long wavy blonde hair, green-hazel eyes, winged eyeliner, deep maroon lipstick, and an orange dress. Maintain perfect facial structure, hair, head shape, skin texture and clothing consistency at all times. Do not change any other character, scene, action, camera movement, timing, lighting, environment, or visual detail. 0-5s: [Medium Wide] The girl @[Image 1](image_1) sits in a red vinyl booth. She stands up, turns, and collides hard into a waitress carrying a full breakfast tray (eggs, bacon, toast, coffee pot). Impact is sudden and physical. 5-12s: [Dynamic Tracking into Super Slow-Motion] Collision detonates. Tray, plate, eggs, bacon strips and coffee pot explode upward. Coffee erupts into long liquid ribbons and perfect suspended droplets. Camera orbits smoothly around the impact. Time locks completely at the peak of the spill. Every face freezes in pure shock. Only the girl remains free to move. She freezes for one beat with a clear "I fucked up" expression, then quickly grabs two bacon strips and a fried egg from the floating debris. 12-22s: [Tracking Shot] Still inside the frozen diner, she walks toward the exit door while taking deliberate bites of bacon then egg. All patrons, waitress and flying food stay perfectly suspended in mid-air. 22-27s: [Medium Shot] Just as she reaches the door and is about to push it open, time snaps back to normal speed. Everything that was floating crashes down at once — plates, eggs, bacon, tray and coffee slam onto the floor with a loud chaotic impact. The waitress and patrons react in sudden real-time shock. 27-30s: [Medium Close-Up] She pauses, turns slightly, raises her eyebrows and gives a small casual "it is what it is" shrug with a quiet half-smile of acceptance, still holding the remaining food. Photorealistic, ultra-detailed fluid and object physics, perfect volume and surface tension on liquids, sharp motion blur only on moving elements, stable character, cinematic lighting, heavy natural film grain, no artifacts, movie-level temporal coherence, high rewatch value.

Sharon Riley

66,312 görüntüleme • 1 ay önce

I’ve never been the super patriotic type, but this World Cup has done something weird to me... Watching the U.S. play on home soil while stadiums packed with people from every background and every country got to experience America firsthand did something to me. The roar of the crowds, the sheer size of everything, the food, the chaos, and the pride all hit different when you see the world reacting to it. It felt like people were finally getting a real taste of what this country is like, and for once, they seemed to like what they saw. That hit me in a way I wasn’t ready for! I felt genuinely proud to be an American, and not in some cheesy flag-waving way, but in a “damn, this place is kind of ridiculous and I love it” kind of way. It got me thinking about all the over-the-top, larger-than-life things we have here that most of the world just doesn’t. So here’s my list of American things that blow other countries’ minds: 🇺🇸Texas BBQ. Not whatever sad little grilled meats other countries call barbecue. I’m talking about actual Texas brisket that’s been smoking for 12 hours and somehow tastes like it was blessed by angels. The rest of the world has no idea what they’re missing. 🇺🇸Real cowboys. Not the movie kind. Actual working cowboys who still exist, rope cattle, and look at you like you’re soft if you complain about the heat. We still have a whole profession that belongs in a Western, and we somehow treat it like it’s normal. 🇺🇸Everything is just bigger. Our trucks are bigger. Our portions are bigger. Our personalities are bigger. Even our problems are bigger. We don’t do subtle in this country, baby!! 🇺🇸You can drive for 10 hours and still be in the same country but in a completely different world. One day you’re in the desert, the next you’re in the mountains, and the day after that you’re at the beach. Most countries can’t even offer that in a week. 🇺🇸State fairs. Where deep-frying butter is considered a normal food option and nobody questions your life choices. We turned “let’s see how much we can fry” into a competitive sport. 🇺🇸National Parks that feel like another planet. Places so massive they have their own weather, their own ecosystems, and could probably be their own countries. We just call them “parks” like it’s no big deal. Grizzlies? We got 'em! Manatees? We got those too! Gators? You betcha! 🇺🇸And then there’s the small detail that we have the most powerful military in the world, and most of us treat it like it’s just another thing on the list of American normal. We’ll lose our minds arguing about whether the Cowboys are good this year or if gas is too expensive, all while casually having the ability to project force anywhere on the planet before most countries can even finish their morning coffee. It’s the kind of thing you don’t really appreciate until you realize how many nations would consider that level of military dominance their entire national personality. This World Cup made me realize I’ve been taking a lot of this for granted. We’ve got our issues, sure. But we also have Texas brisket, real cowboys, and the ability to drive across multiple climates without ever showing a passport. That’s pretty cool when you think about it! I'm an American, and I'm damn proud and grateful to be one!
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I’ve never been the super patriotic type, but this World Cup has done something weird to me... Watching the U.S. play on home soil while stadiums packed with people from every background and every country got to experience America firsthand did something to me. The roar of the crowds, the sheer size of everything, the food, the chaos, and the pride all hit different when you see the world reacting to it. It felt like people were finally getting a real taste of what this country is like, and for once, they seemed to like what they saw. That hit me in a way I wasn’t ready for! I felt genuinely proud to be an American, and not in some cheesy flag-waving way, but in a “damn, this place is kind of ridiculous and I love it” kind of way. It got me thinking about all the over-the-top, larger-than-life things we have here that most of the world just doesn’t. So here’s my list of American things that blow other countries’ minds: 🇺🇸Texas BBQ. Not whatever sad little grilled meats other countries call barbecue. I’m talking about actual Texas brisket that’s been smoking for 12 hours and somehow tastes like it was blessed by angels. The rest of the world has no idea what they’re missing. 🇺🇸Real cowboys. Not the movie kind. Actual working cowboys who still exist, rope cattle, and look at you like you’re soft if you complain about the heat. We still have a whole profession that belongs in a Western, and we somehow treat it like it’s normal. 🇺🇸Everything is just bigger. Our trucks are bigger. Our portions are bigger. Our personalities are bigger. Even our problems are bigger. We don’t do subtle in this country, baby!! 🇺🇸You can drive for 10 hours and still be in the same country but in a completely different world. One day you’re in the desert, the next you’re in the mountains, and the day after that you’re at the beach. Most countries can’t even offer that in a week. 🇺🇸State fairs. Where deep-frying butter is considered a normal food option and nobody questions your life choices. We turned “let’s see how much we can fry” into a competitive sport. 🇺🇸National Parks that feel like another planet. Places so massive they have their own weather, their own ecosystems, and could probably be their own countries. We just call them “parks” like it’s no big deal. Grizzlies? We got 'em! Manatees? We got those too! Gators? You betcha! 🇺🇸And then there’s the small detail that we have the most powerful military in the world, and most of us treat it like it’s just another thing on the list of American normal. We’ll lose our minds arguing about whether the Cowboys are good this year or if gas is too expensive, all while casually having the ability to project force anywhere on the planet before most countries can even finish their morning coffee. It’s the kind of thing you don’t really appreciate until you realize how many nations would consider that level of military dominance their entire national personality. This World Cup made me realize I’ve been taking a lot of this for granted. We’ve got our issues, sure. But we also have Texas brisket, real cowboys, and the ability to drive across multiple climates without ever showing a passport. That’s pretty cool when you think about it! I'm an American, and I'm damn proud and grateful to be one!

Lj Priest (Trader Jill)

70,027 görüntüleme • 3 ay önce

The British Crown Corporation ended ‘optically’ in 2018. But the British crown dissolved many years before that…. The Queen was given the title of ‘The Head of State’ of a corporation, the city of London sits on foreign land exactly like Washington DC and the Vatican. Article 61 of Magna Carta 1215 was invoked by the Barons in 2001 due to the signing of the nice treaty as it was unconstitutional. This means the Queen was dethroned and we the people have had all authority since 2001. The people of the UK have had no lawful government or courts of justice since that time. Common Law was Invoked in 2001, The Government and Monarchy was Dissolved in 2001. Since then, the Queen and all the other royals lost all immunity to the laws that they themselves set out, the Royals became subject to the same laws that we are subject to now. Meaning they can be arrested and put on trial. Common Law is the Law of the Land, it’s our true law. We are not dead entities lost at sea, we are living breathing men and women. We have been witnessing the destruction of the old guard for the last 8 years plus. Now it’s becoming very obvious that the Crown and Government have no power, and everything we are seeing right now is all part of waking up the masses to the evil and corruption. Remember back in 2018 when Trump walked in front of the Queen and the masses got angry, that was our signal that the Royals and Corporation were finished. Remember when Trump sat in Churchills chair? That was a massive middle finger up to the Cabal and Deepstate. Trumps 2017 World Tour was a capitulation tour. Fast forward to today, a couple of months ago it was announced that the Royals would never live in Buckingham Palace again, and that number 10 Downing Street would move to Manchester. Another signal that the corporation is dead. The Iran war….Remember at the beginning of this year when President Trump REPLACED Lloyd's of London (which sits directly within the City of London) as the insurer of the Strait of Hormuz, breaking 300 years of Crown control over global energy in one day. Trump said that the US would provide cheaper maritime insurance for all ships going through the Strait, Lloyds of London controlled what went in, and what went out and took a financial. Lloyds of London then increased their insurance, tried to profit, Trump comes in and says the US will provide better and cheaper insurance. Checkmate. For 118 years every government in Iran served the same master - The City of London corporation. In 2025 it was revealed that the City of London corporation paid £10,000 to Peter Mandelson’s firm Global Counsel in February 2025. Global Council went into administration in February 2026 because of it being linked to Epstein. We have Andrew Mountbatten being exposed and the Epstein files, which will boomerang back around. There’s no way that the exposure on Andrew would be so great, if the Crown corporation were in control. They’re not! Let’s not forget that the BBC (which is owned by the Crown Corporation and the establishment) is about to be sued by President Trump for $10 Billion in damages over a heavily doctored panorama documentary on J6. The documentary which was edited, made Trump look like he was inciting violence at the Capitol. Trump is exposing the corporations fake news. Then….President Trump lands in Ireland yesterday, looks like he’s in charge of Irelands government and the military, then on 13/9/26 it is announced that the leaders of Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland are going to be signing a deal today 14/9/26 to break away from the United Kingdom. Yet another signal that the crown corporation is dead. I mean….I could go on and on. I will say this, good things are coming to this country and around the world, there are many chess moves being made by President Trump right now. He is literally liberating every single deep state controlled country, whilst destroying the old guard. Freedom is coming, and its coming fast.
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The British Crown Corporation ended ‘optically’ in 2018. But the British crown dissolved many years before that…. The Queen was given the title of ‘The Head of State’ of a corporation, the city of London sits on foreign land exactly like Washington DC and the Vatican. Article 61 of Magna Carta 1215 was invoked by the Barons in 2001 due to the signing of the nice treaty as it was unconstitutional. This means the Queen was dethroned and we the people have had all authority since 2001. The people of the UK have had no lawful government or courts of justice since that time. Common Law was Invoked in 2001, The Government and Monarchy was Dissolved in 2001. Since then, the Queen and all the other royals lost all immunity to the laws that they themselves set out, the Royals became subject to the same laws that we are subject to now. Meaning they can be arrested and put on trial. Common Law is the Law of the Land, it’s our true law. We are not dead entities lost at sea, we are living breathing men and women. We have been witnessing the destruction of the old guard for the last 8 years plus. Now it’s becoming very obvious that the Crown and Government have no power, and everything we are seeing right now is all part of waking up the masses to the evil and corruption. Remember back in 2018 when Trump walked in front of the Queen and the masses got angry, that was our signal that the Royals and Corporation were finished. Remember when Trump sat in Churchills chair? That was a massive middle finger up to the Cabal and Deepstate. Trumps 2017 World Tour was a capitulation tour. Fast forward to today, a couple of months ago it was announced that the Royals would never live in Buckingham Palace again, and that number 10 Downing Street would move to Manchester. Another signal that the corporation is dead. The Iran war….Remember at the beginning of this year when President Trump REPLACED Lloyd's of London (which sits directly within the City of London) as the insurer of the Strait of Hormuz, breaking 300 years of Crown control over global energy in one day. Trump said that the US would provide cheaper maritime insurance for all ships going through the Strait, Lloyds of London controlled what went in, and what went out and took a financial. Lloyds of London then increased their insurance, tried to profit, Trump comes in and says the US will provide better and cheaper insurance. Checkmate. For 118 years every government in Iran served the same master - The City of London corporation. In 2025 it was revealed that the City of London corporation paid £10,000 to Peter Mandelson’s firm Global Counsel in February 2025. Global Council went into administration in February 2026 because of it being linked to Epstein. We have Andrew Mountbatten being exposed and the Epstein files, which will boomerang back around. There’s no way that the exposure on Andrew would be so great, if the Crown corporation were in control. They’re not! Let’s not forget that the BBC (which is owned by the Crown Corporation and the establishment) is about to be sued by President Trump for $10 Billion in damages over a heavily doctored panorama documentary on J6. The documentary which was edited, made Trump look like he was inciting violence at the Capitol. Trump is exposing the corporations fake news. Then….President Trump lands in Ireland yesterday, looks like he’s in charge of Irelands government and the military, then on 13/9/26 it is announced that the leaders of Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland are going to be signing a deal today 14/9/26 to break away from the United Kingdom. Yet another signal that the crown corporation is dead. I mean….I could go on and on. I will say this, good things are coming to this country and around the world, there are many chess moves being made by President Trump right now. He is literally liberating every single deep state controlled country, whilst destroying the old guard. Freedom is coming, and its coming fast.

The Yorkshire Lass

250,561 görüntüleme • 15 gün önce

Created With Grok Imagine. ●. The Ring World - Stillness, silence 1. Nebula Birthplace - Star formation 2. The Pillars - Birth, creation 3. The Storm - Isolation, turbulence 4. The Wanderer - Eternal journey 5. The Threshold - Edge of reality 6. The Collision - Time meaningless 7. The Abyss - Forever stares back 8. The Pale Blue Dot - Home grok imagine prompts used: [ { "id": 0, "title": "The Ring World", "prompt": "A gas giant's rings stretching to infinity, seen edge-on as razor-thin lines of pale gold and silver ice extending beyond comprehension into the void. The planet itself is a massive sphere of muted amber and slate grey storms, half in shadow, half catching distant starlight. The rings cast a whisper-thin shadow band across the planet's face. Everything floats in absolute silence and stillness against crushing black emptiness. A single moon, small and pale, drifts in the middle distance. The scale is vertigo-inducing - the rings could wrap around everything you've ever known. Cinematic composition, extreme wide shot, deep atmospheric blacks, soft diffused lighting, melancholic and vast, jewel-tone highlights on ring particles catching light, 8K, anamorphic lens, cosmic sublime aesthetic." }, { "id": 1, "title": "Nebula Birthplace", "prompt": "A breathtaking view of the Carina Nebula's star-forming pillars, towering columns of cosmic dust and hydrogen gas illuminated by the fierce ultraviolet radiation of newborn blue-white stars. The pillars rise like ancient cathedral spires against a backdrop of deep crimson and burnt orange gas clouds, with delicate tendrils of teal and magenta plasma curling at their edges. Thousands of pinpoint stars scatter across the scene like diamond dust, while a brilliant central cluster of young O-type stars blazes with intense blue-white light, casting dramatic shadows through the translucent dust lanes. Wispy shock fronts of superheated gas glow in electric blue where stellar winds collide with denser material. Ultra high resolution, photorealistic astrophotography style, Hubble Space Telescope quality." }, { "id": 2, "title": "The Pillars", "prompt": "Colossal pillars of cosmic dust rising from an infinite void, monolithic towers of deep indigo and midnight blue stretching impossibly tall against the blackness of space. Edges glow with ethereal bioluminescent teal and soft magenta where newborn stars ignite within, light bleeding through translucent layers of gas like lanterns behind silk. Thousands of stars scattered like crushed diamonds across absolute darkness. Scale is incomprehensible - each pillar contains worlds. Soft god rays pierce through gaps in the dust. Cinematic wide shot, extreme depth, atmospheric haze creating layers of distance, moody dramatic lighting, deep blacks crushing into the void, jewel-tone luminosity, 8K, anamorphic lens quality, awe-inspiring cosmic sublime aesthetic." }, { "id": 3, "title": "The Storm", "prompt": "A massive planetary storm seen from orbit, a swirling vortex of deep sapphire blue and electric teal gases spinning slowly in the darkness. The eye of the storm reveals darker layers beneath - navy, cobalt, almost black. High altitude cloud wisps of pale white ice crystals streak across the surface at impossible speeds, frozen in this moment. The planet's limb curves away into shadow, a thin bright arc of atmospheric haze glowing where day meets night. Everything else is void - pure crushing blackness surrounding this lonely turbulent world. Cinematic close orbit view, moody and isolated, deep rich blues against absolute black, soft diffused lighting from distant sun, atmospheric and melancholic, 8K, anamorphic lens quality, cosmic sublime aesthetic." }, { "id": 4, "title": "The Wanderer", "prompt": "A comet drifting through the inner solar system, its ancient dark nucleus trailing twin tails that stretch across the entire frame and beyond. The dust tail sweeps in a graceful arc of pale gold and cream, while the ion tail streams straight back in ghostly electric blue, both dissolving into the infinite black. The nucleus itself is a small dark heart of primordial ice, barely visible, jets of sublimating gas creating a soft teal-white coma glow around it. It has traveled for billions of years through absolute nothing to reach this moment. Loneliness incarnate. Cinematic composition, sense of vast journey and isolation, soft ethereal glow against crushing void, muted jewel tones, atmospheric and melancholic, 8K, anamorphic lens, cosmic sublime aesthetic." }, { "id": 5, "title": "The Threshold", "prompt": "The event horizon of a supermassive black hole, reality distorting at the edge of existence. A thin brilliant ring of superheated gas - white-hot fading to deep amber and crimson - orbits at nearly light speed, smeared into a perfect glowing halo by gravitational lensing. Behind it, stars are warped and duplicated, stretched into arcs and rings around the perfect circular darkness at the center. The black hole itself is absence - not black but nothing, a hole in the universe where light falls forever. The accretion disk reflects faintly in the gravitationally mirrored space above and below. Staring into infinity. Cinematic composition, reality-bending distortion, warm accretion glow against absolute crushing void, terrifying and beautiful, 8K, anamorphic lens, cosmic sublime aesthetic." }, { "id": 6, "title": "The Collision", "prompt": "Two galaxies passing through each other in slow gravitational embrace, their spiral arms stretched and distorted into sweeping tidal ribbons of light. Stars by the billions flow like luminous rivers between the merging cores - streams of pale gold, soft blue, and distant white pulling across hundreds of thousands of light-years of void. Where the cores approach, intense knots of newborn stars blaze in clusters of soft cyan and magenta. Dark dust lanes create dramatic silhouettes against the glowing stellar streams. The interaction has been happening for millions of years and will continue for millions more. Time is meaningless at this scale. Cinematic extreme wide shot, incomprehensible scale, soft ethereal luminosity, jewel tones against absolute black void, 8K, anamorphic, cosmic sublime aesthetic." }, { "id": 7, "title": "The Abyss", "prompt": "A vast cosmic void stretching infinitely in all directions, an endless expanse of deep black punctuated by distant pinpricks of starlight. In the foreground, a swirling nebula of ethereal gas and dust glows softly in shades of violet, indigo, and midnight blue, illuminated from within by the faint light of newborn stars. Wisps of iridescent teal and magenta drift through the darkness like ghostly tendrils, creating a sense of depth and mystery. The scale is incomprehensible - this is a place where entire galaxies could fit within the frame. You are small. You are nothing. You are staring into forever and forever stares back. Cinematic wide shot, extreme depth, atmospheric haze creating layers of distance, moody dramatic lighting, deep blacks crushing into infinite void, soft ethereal bioluminescence, jewel-tone nebula glow against absolute darkness, 8K, anamorphic lens, cosmic sublime aesthetic." }, { "id": 8, "title": "The Pale Blue Dot", "prompt": "Earth seen from four billion miles away, a tiny pale blue-white speck barely visible against the absolute black void of deep space. No detail, no continents, no clouds - just a faint luminous point of soft cyan light, smaller than a grain of sand, floating in endless nothing. The frame is almost entirely pure black emptiness with the tiny distant Earth off-center, barely there, almost lost. A subtle scattered band of faint light crosses the frame diagonally - ancient sunlight diffused through interplanetary dust. The loneliness is overwhelming. The fragility is heartbreaking. Everything that ever lived, loved, or mattered exists on that barely-visible point of light. Minimalist composition, extreme negative space, 90% pure black void, tiny distant pale blue dot, Voyager 1 perspective, melancholic and profound, 8K, anamorphic lens, cosmic sublime aesthetic." } ]
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Created With Grok Imagine. ●. The Ring World - Stillness, silence 1. Nebula Birthplace - Star formation 2. The Pillars - Birth, creation 3. The Storm - Isolation, turbulence 4. The Wanderer - Eternal journey 5. The Threshold - Edge of reality 6. The Collision - Time meaningless 7. The Abyss - Forever stares back 8. The Pale Blue Dot - Home grok imagine prompts used: [ { "id": 0, "title": "The Ring World", "prompt": "A gas giant's rings stretching to infinity, seen edge-on as razor-thin lines of pale gold and silver ice extending beyond comprehension into the void. The planet itself is a massive sphere of muted amber and slate grey storms, half in shadow, half catching distant starlight. The rings cast a whisper-thin shadow band across the planet's face. Everything floats in absolute silence and stillness against crushing black emptiness. A single moon, small and pale, drifts in the middle distance. The scale is vertigo-inducing - the rings could wrap around everything you've ever known. Cinematic composition, extreme wide shot, deep atmospheric blacks, soft diffused lighting, melancholic and vast, jewel-tone highlights on ring particles catching light, 8K, anamorphic lens, cosmic sublime aesthetic." }, { "id": 1, "title": "Nebula Birthplace", "prompt": "A breathtaking view of the Carina Nebula's star-forming pillars, towering columns of cosmic dust and hydrogen gas illuminated by the fierce ultraviolet radiation of newborn blue-white stars. The pillars rise like ancient cathedral spires against a backdrop of deep crimson and burnt orange gas clouds, with delicate tendrils of teal and magenta plasma curling at their edges. Thousands of pinpoint stars scatter across the scene like diamond dust, while a brilliant central cluster of young O-type stars blazes with intense blue-white light, casting dramatic shadows through the translucent dust lanes. Wispy shock fronts of superheated gas glow in electric blue where stellar winds collide with denser material. Ultra high resolution, photorealistic astrophotography style, Hubble Space Telescope quality." }, { "id": 2, "title": "The Pillars", "prompt": "Colossal pillars of cosmic dust rising from an infinite void, monolithic towers of deep indigo and midnight blue stretching impossibly tall against the blackness of space. Edges glow with ethereal bioluminescent teal and soft magenta where newborn stars ignite within, light bleeding through translucent layers of gas like lanterns behind silk. Thousands of stars scattered like crushed diamonds across absolute darkness. Scale is incomprehensible - each pillar contains worlds. Soft god rays pierce through gaps in the dust. Cinematic wide shot, extreme depth, atmospheric haze creating layers of distance, moody dramatic lighting, deep blacks crushing into the void, jewel-tone luminosity, 8K, anamorphic lens quality, awe-inspiring cosmic sublime aesthetic." }, { "id": 3, "title": "The Storm", "prompt": "A massive planetary storm seen from orbit, a swirling vortex of deep sapphire blue and electric teal gases spinning slowly in the darkness. The eye of the storm reveals darker layers beneath - navy, cobalt, almost black. High altitude cloud wisps of pale white ice crystals streak across the surface at impossible speeds, frozen in this moment. The planet's limb curves away into shadow, a thin bright arc of atmospheric haze glowing where day meets night. Everything else is void - pure crushing blackness surrounding this lonely turbulent world. Cinematic close orbit view, moody and isolated, deep rich blues against absolute black, soft diffused lighting from distant sun, atmospheric and melancholic, 8K, anamorphic lens quality, cosmic sublime aesthetic." }, { "id": 4, "title": "The Wanderer", "prompt": "A comet drifting through the inner solar system, its ancient dark nucleus trailing twin tails that stretch across the entire frame and beyond. The dust tail sweeps in a graceful arc of pale gold and cream, while the ion tail streams straight back in ghostly electric blue, both dissolving into the infinite black. The nucleus itself is a small dark heart of primordial ice, barely visible, jets of sublimating gas creating a soft teal-white coma glow around it. It has traveled for billions of years through absolute nothing to reach this moment. Loneliness incarnate. Cinematic composition, sense of vast journey and isolation, soft ethereal glow against crushing void, muted jewel tones, atmospheric and melancholic, 8K, anamorphic lens, cosmic sublime aesthetic." }, { "id": 5, "title": "The Threshold", "prompt": "The event horizon of a supermassive black hole, reality distorting at the edge of existence. A thin brilliant ring of superheated gas - white-hot fading to deep amber and crimson - orbits at nearly light speed, smeared into a perfect glowing halo by gravitational lensing. Behind it, stars are warped and duplicated, stretched into arcs and rings around the perfect circular darkness at the center. The black hole itself is absence - not black but nothing, a hole in the universe where light falls forever. The accretion disk reflects faintly in the gravitationally mirrored space above and below. Staring into infinity. Cinematic composition, reality-bending distortion, warm accretion glow against absolute crushing void, terrifying and beautiful, 8K, anamorphic lens, cosmic sublime aesthetic." }, { "id": 6, "title": "The Collision", "prompt": "Two galaxies passing through each other in slow gravitational embrace, their spiral arms stretched and distorted into sweeping tidal ribbons of light. Stars by the billions flow like luminous rivers between the merging cores - streams of pale gold, soft blue, and distant white pulling across hundreds of thousands of light-years of void. Where the cores approach, intense knots of newborn stars blaze in clusters of soft cyan and magenta. Dark dust lanes create dramatic silhouettes against the glowing stellar streams. The interaction has been happening for millions of years and will continue for millions more. Time is meaningless at this scale. Cinematic extreme wide shot, incomprehensible scale, soft ethereal luminosity, jewel tones against absolute black void, 8K, anamorphic, cosmic sublime aesthetic." }, { "id": 7, "title": "The Abyss", "prompt": "A vast cosmic void stretching infinitely in all directions, an endless expanse of deep black punctuated by distant pinpricks of starlight. In the foreground, a swirling nebula of ethereal gas and dust glows softly in shades of violet, indigo, and midnight blue, illuminated from within by the faint light of newborn stars. Wisps of iridescent teal and magenta drift through the darkness like ghostly tendrils, creating a sense of depth and mystery. The scale is incomprehensible - this is a place where entire galaxies could fit within the frame. You are small. You are nothing. You are staring into forever and forever stares back. Cinematic wide shot, extreme depth, atmospheric haze creating layers of distance, moody dramatic lighting, deep blacks crushing into infinite void, soft ethereal bioluminescence, jewel-tone nebula glow against absolute darkness, 8K, anamorphic lens, cosmic sublime aesthetic." }, { "id": 8, "title": "The Pale Blue Dot", "prompt": "Earth seen from four billion miles away, a tiny pale blue-white speck barely visible against the absolute black void of deep space. No detail, no continents, no clouds - just a faint luminous point of soft cyan light, smaller than a grain of sand, floating in endless nothing. The frame is almost entirely pure black emptiness with the tiny distant Earth off-center, barely there, almost lost. A subtle scattered band of faint light crosses the frame diagonally - ancient sunlight diffused through interplanetary dust. The loneliness is overwhelming. The fragility is heartbreaking. Everything that ever lived, loved, or mattered exists on that barely-visible point of light. Minimalist composition, extreme negative space, 90% pure black void, tiny distant pale blue dot, Voyager 1 perspective, melancholic and profound, 8K, anamorphic lens, cosmic sublime aesthetic." } ]

tetsuo

714,269 görüntüleme • 8 ay önce

On the old wooden fence of a suburban home, an orange cat lies stretched out in the sunlight. Before long, several large figures slowly approach. The wild deer lower their heads, gently sniff, then lick the cat’s fur. One even nibbles softly on his back as if giving him a massage. The cat simply closes his eyes and enjoys it, showing no sign of fear 💖 This is Cheeto — the orange cat with a special gift that makes even wild animals want to be his friend. Sarah, Cheeto’s owner, recalls that from the very first moment she met him, she was drawn to the tiny orange ball of fur. Cheeto has always been exceptionally friendly with other cats. Any neighborhood cat walking by seems to head straight toward him. But no one expected that this friendliness would extend to the residents of the nearby woods. At first, when Sarah saw the deer appearing right by the fence, she felt worried. She feared they might hurt Cheeto. Yet Cheeto remained surprisingly calm. He allowed the deer to come close, to sniff and lick him, and even rolled over to let them “groom” him. Gradually, the deer’s visits became a daily occurrence. Whenever Cheeto goes outside and sits on the fence, within just a couple of minutes the deer arrive. Looking at these moments, I can’t help but smile. In the animal world, the boundaries between species are sometimes far less rigid than we imagine. An ordinary house cat has become a familiar destination for deer that are usually so wary of humans. Cheeto’s quiet acceptance and the deer’s gentle curiosity create a picture that is both beautiful and pure. This story makes me reflect on the quiet power of sincerity. Cheeto does nothing extraordinary. He doesn’t try to win anyone over, nor does he attempt to dominate. He simply remains himself — a gentle, open-hearted cat ready to receive. And nature has responded in its own unique way. I wonder how many times we miss beautiful connections simply because of our assumptions about difference. Meanwhile, Cheeto and the deer have crossed every barrier in the most natural way imaginable. They need no language and no complicated reasons. A peaceful presence is enough to become friends. Every time I picture the orange cat lying still while the deer lick his fur, my heart softens. Amid the busyness of life, these small, pure moments still exist. They gently remind us that the world continues to hold many lovely things unfolding quietly around us. Cheeto probably never realizes how special he is. He simply enjoys sitting on the fence, soaking up the sun, and welcoming his large friends. And the deer return each day, as if this has become an essential part of their lives. Perhaps that is the most beautiful part of all: when friendship crosses every boundary through nothing more than gentleness and acceptance.
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On the old wooden fence of a suburban home, an orange cat lies stretched out in the sunlight. Before long, several large figures slowly approach. The wild deer lower their heads, gently sniff, then lick the cat’s fur. One even nibbles softly on his back as if giving him a massage. The cat simply closes his eyes and enjoys it, showing no sign of fear 💖 This is Cheeto — the orange cat with a special gift that makes even wild animals want to be his friend. Sarah, Cheeto’s owner, recalls that from the very first moment she met him, she was drawn to the tiny orange ball of fur. Cheeto has always been exceptionally friendly with other cats. Any neighborhood cat walking by seems to head straight toward him. But no one expected that this friendliness would extend to the residents of the nearby woods. At first, when Sarah saw the deer appearing right by the fence, she felt worried. She feared they might hurt Cheeto. Yet Cheeto remained surprisingly calm. He allowed the deer to come close, to sniff and lick him, and even rolled over to let them “groom” him. Gradually, the deer’s visits became a daily occurrence. Whenever Cheeto goes outside and sits on the fence, within just a couple of minutes the deer arrive. Looking at these moments, I can’t help but smile. In the animal world, the boundaries between species are sometimes far less rigid than we imagine. An ordinary house cat has become a familiar destination for deer that are usually so wary of humans. Cheeto’s quiet acceptance and the deer’s gentle curiosity create a picture that is both beautiful and pure. This story makes me reflect on the quiet power of sincerity. Cheeto does nothing extraordinary. He doesn’t try to win anyone over, nor does he attempt to dominate. He simply remains himself — a gentle, open-hearted cat ready to receive. And nature has responded in its own unique way. I wonder how many times we miss beautiful connections simply because of our assumptions about difference. Meanwhile, Cheeto and the deer have crossed every barrier in the most natural way imaginable. They need no language and no complicated reasons. A peaceful presence is enough to become friends. Every time I picture the orange cat lying still while the deer lick his fur, my heart softens. Amid the busyness of life, these small, pure moments still exist. They gently remind us that the world continues to hold many lovely things unfolding quietly around us. Cheeto probably never realizes how special he is. He simply enjoys sitting on the fence, soaking up the sun, and welcoming his large friends. And the deer return each day, as if this has become an essential part of their lives. Perhaps that is the most beautiful part of all: when friendship crosses every boundary through nothing more than gentleness and acceptance.

Beauty of music and nature 🌺🌺

20,649 görüntüleme • 1 ay önce

[ condition update ] 🐻‍❄ In short of what happen with me is an inflammation on heart muscle from a virus infection which still cant be identified yet. The symptoms I experience are painful breathing, heart racing, tight chest, difficulty breathing, kinda thing. I’m told not to overwork my heart because it could make the inflammation gets worse. That’s basically in short. As for the details, it was 4-5 days ago, I started feeling uncomfortable in my chest, it felt tight and I had trouble breathing as well. Anytime I did something, like exercising or walking on a treadmill, my body felt hurt, and my heart rate went up way higher than usual. It’s normally around 100, but it went to 150 even when I was just doing little activity. It felt off, so I thought I might have caught some kind of infection. The other day I made a doctor appointment in the hospital as I got some free time. I was told to go to internal medicine doctor and was asked about what I’ve been experiencing. I had fever, waking up found tightness in chest at one night, a nausea, but nothing came out. I just felt like about to vomiting but nothing came out at all, so I thought it was unusual. At that time, my face went all pale and lips went all purple already, which why I decided to go to the hospital. Once I was in the internal medicine, well, they did some screening. I said I have low fever, painful breathing, body and muscle pain, so I was sent to ENT because I experience a ringing in my ear as well, I then sent to do a hearing function test. Right ear was normal, while my left ear was.. what’s it called.. ringing in ear. My left ear hearing function drops down one level. It’s not that serious but since it’s related to inner ear, and it's a part of nervous system, right? If it’s affecting that, the doctor afraid it could lead to permanent hearing function loss. Yeah, that part is concerning. So I was prescribed steroids to be consumed to prevent further inflammation and damage more than this. Not sure if I’m explaining it right, but that’s what I remember. I’m not a doctor, lol. And then, after I got the steroids and back home, I had work to film on the next day. I was like, why I feel so tired going for work at 6 in the morning, why my body feels this exhausting, just bending over to grab something or doing other things made me feel like I was gonna pass out. Thought I was just old lol. But at that time I felt unwell, my chest felt tight, and I felt exhausted. That day, I kept working even though I was exhausted. I felt like I don’t wanna work anymore, it was tiring, even just walking up the stairs, I had to stop and take a break. I couldn’t do it, it felt so tiring. When filming, just stepping my legs already felt tiring that I didn’t want to step my legs anymore. So that day decided to see a doctor, focusing to check my heart as it felt tight and was racing, and I had pain when breathing as well so I decided to see a heart specialist doctor but I arrived there at 2 PM and there was no available appointment anymore. Also, the Echo or ECG machine was all used so I had to schedule an appointment for the next day. I went there in the afternoon. Blood pressure and other test was normal, around 110-160, and it’s normal. Pulse is normal. Blood pressure was okay. And what else, yeah that’s it. I had an ECG, the result came out normal. I’ve also just get physical check up recently and the result were almost the same when compared. But since I still didn’t feel well, I wanted to know what’s wrong with me so I asked for a blood test. It’s a blood test that focusing on troponin and CRP level, which are enzymes in blood cells that indicate heart issues if the levels are high. After my blood test, I waited an hour for the results. When they called me, they said my symptom is serious, it’s a heart disease. Normal troponin levels are below 1 for healthy human, but mine was 3800, which is extremely high, so I had to be admitted. This is an enzyme level in the heart muscle cells. If heart muscle is damaged or its cells break down, the enzyme will mix into the blood and can be detected in the blood indicating a heart problem, so I need to be admitted for further examination with echo. It’s an ultrasound for heart. The result saying that there’s an inflammation in my heart as predicted by the doctors. The heart muscle is really swollen and… [takes deep breath] oh I’m tired already. It's enlarging which makes my heart race and feel tight and uncomfortable. That’s what they said. It’s not working the way it should, which is why I get tired so easily. So it answers everything. After the echo I took a rest and got therapy regimen… as what I understand, consuming steroid can suppress the immune system, right? They help reduce inflammation while the body fights the virus. It’s reducing the inflammation, right? But they said steroids alone weren’t enough because my troponin levels were way too abnormally high, so I got an injection instead. [deep breath] I got injected last night for only three dosage because I had to work today in the morning.asked the doctor to discharge me cause I had to work first. But the decision was taken with condition. I got injected three dosage in the morning and did another blood test which show a result of a decrease in troponin level from 3800 to 1600. Doctor said it was probably 5000 before this and it keeps decreasing to 3800, and to 1600, So if the work isn’t too hard physically, I’m allowed to go, I then go to work. Today at work I was only standing around and talking around. I can stand and talk, but I can’t do any heavy work as it’ll will make my heart work hard and affecting the recovery, I then have to walk slowly. But even so, I can’t even walk fast tho, I get tired easily. Yeah, that’s all. It’s not like I’m completely bedrotting or something, it’s just heart muscle problem, so… fighting ✌🏻
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[ condition update ] 🐻‍❄ In short of what happen with me is an inflammation on heart muscle from a virus infection which still cant be identified yet. The symptoms I experience are painful breathing, heart racing, tight chest, difficulty breathing, kinda thing. I’m told not to overwork my heart because it could make the inflammation gets worse. That’s basically in short. As for the details, it was 4-5 days ago, I started feeling uncomfortable in my chest, it felt tight and I had trouble breathing as well. Anytime I did something, like exercising or walking on a treadmill, my body felt hurt, and my heart rate went up way higher than usual. It’s normally around 100, but it went to 150 even when I was just doing little activity. It felt off, so I thought I might have caught some kind of infection. The other day I made a doctor appointment in the hospital as I got some free time. I was told to go to internal medicine doctor and was asked about what I’ve been experiencing. I had fever, waking up found tightness in chest at one night, a nausea, but nothing came out. I just felt like about to vomiting but nothing came out at all, so I thought it was unusual. At that time, my face went all pale and lips went all purple already, which why I decided to go to the hospital. Once I was in the internal medicine, well, they did some screening. I said I have low fever, painful breathing, body and muscle pain, so I was sent to ENT because I experience a ringing in my ear as well, I then sent to do a hearing function test. Right ear was normal, while my left ear was.. what’s it called.. ringing in ear. My left ear hearing function drops down one level. It’s not that serious but since it’s related to inner ear, and it's a part of nervous system, right? If it’s affecting that, the doctor afraid it could lead to permanent hearing function loss. Yeah, that part is concerning. So I was prescribed steroids to be consumed to prevent further inflammation and damage more than this. Not sure if I’m explaining it right, but that’s what I remember. I’m not a doctor, lol. And then, after I got the steroids and back home, I had work to film on the next day. I was like, why I feel so tired going for work at 6 in the morning, why my body feels this exhausting, just bending over to grab something or doing other things made me feel like I was gonna pass out. Thought I was just old lol. But at that time I felt unwell, my chest felt tight, and I felt exhausted. That day, I kept working even though I was exhausted. I felt like I don’t wanna work anymore, it was tiring, even just walking up the stairs, I had to stop and take a break. I couldn’t do it, it felt so tiring. When filming, just stepping my legs already felt tiring that I didn’t want to step my legs anymore. So that day decided to see a doctor, focusing to check my heart as it felt tight and was racing, and I had pain when breathing as well so I decided to see a heart specialist doctor but I arrived there at 2 PM and there was no available appointment anymore. Also, the Echo or ECG machine was all used so I had to schedule an appointment for the next day. I went there in the afternoon. Blood pressure and other test was normal, around 110-160, and it’s normal. Pulse is normal. Blood pressure was okay. And what else, yeah that’s it. I had an ECG, the result came out normal. I’ve also just get physical check up recently and the result were almost the same when compared. But since I still didn’t feel well, I wanted to know what’s wrong with me so I asked for a blood test. It’s a blood test that focusing on troponin and CRP level, which are enzymes in blood cells that indicate heart issues if the levels are high. After my blood test, I waited an hour for the results. When they called me, they said my symptom is serious, it’s a heart disease. Normal troponin levels are below 1 for healthy human, but mine was 3800, which is extremely high, so I had to be admitted. This is an enzyme level in the heart muscle cells. If heart muscle is damaged or its cells break down, the enzyme will mix into the blood and can be detected in the blood indicating a heart problem, so I need to be admitted for further examination with echo. It’s an ultrasound for heart. The result saying that there’s an inflammation in my heart as predicted by the doctors. The heart muscle is really swollen and… [takes deep breath] oh I’m tired already. It's enlarging which makes my heart race and feel tight and uncomfortable. That’s what they said. It’s not working the way it should, which is why I get tired so easily. So it answers everything. After the echo I took a rest and got therapy regimen… as what I understand, consuming steroid can suppress the immune system, right? They help reduce inflammation while the body fights the virus. It’s reducing the inflammation, right? But they said steroids alone weren’t enough because my troponin levels were way too abnormally high, so I got an injection instead. [deep breath] I got injected last night for only three dosage because I had to work today in the morning.asked the doctor to discharge me cause I had to work first. But the decision was taken with condition. I got injected three dosage in the morning and did another blood test which show a result of a decrease in troponin level from 3800 to 1600. Doctor said it was probably 5000 before this and it keeps decreasing to 3800, and to 1600, So if the work isn’t too hard physically, I’m allowed to go, I then go to work. Today at work I was only standing around and talking around. I can stand and talk, but I can’t do any heavy work as it’ll will make my heart work hard and affecting the recovery, I then have to walk slowly. But even so, I can’t even walk fast tho, I get tired easily. Yeah, that’s all. It’s not like I’m completely bedrotting or something, it’s just heart muscle problem, so… fighting ✌🏻

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