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๐Ÿšจ๐Ÿ•ฏ๏ธโ„๏ธ ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฉ THOSE WHO REMEMBER KNOW: THESE WERE THE GOLDEN AGES There was a time when winter meant more than consumption, slogans, and deadlines. When cold air carried silence instead of noise, and light came not from screens but from candles, windows, and faces. These images are not staged...

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Obama: America has always had competing stories about who we are and what the nation stands for. The first story says that even though we got rid of a king, there is still a caste system in America, a pecking order of who makes decisions That if somebody doesn't look like or think like you or practice religion the same way you do, they must be a threat to your way of life, and they need to be put in their place. That is how Donald Trump thinks about America. Make America great again by putting the people in charge even if they don't know what the hell they are doing. But here is the thing. That story is not new. It is the oldest story in the book. It is not even uniquely American. For most of human history, that is the way society has worked. For somebody on top and somebody on bottom. There were lords and peasants. For a long time, that story of caste and privilege and concentrated power was the law of the land here in America. If you look like me, you were likely treated as property. If you were a woman, or a white man who did not own property, you could not vote. But from the very start, there was another story, born of this nation's true revolutionary spirit, a story that says, we the people means what it says, that all of us are included, that we are not subjects, but citizens, defined not by race or religion or gender or sexual orientation, but by our commitment to a common creed and a willingness to accept not just privileges, but responsibilities that come with that citizenship.

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๐Ÿšจ A testimony from the heart of the White House in 1948: They asked him, โ€œWere many Jews against you as well?โ€ U.S. President Harry Trumanโ€”the first to recognize Israel within 11 minutes of the declarationโ€”replied, โ€œWell, there were many Jews against me because they wanted all of Palestine.โ€ Then he said: โ€œYou canโ€™t take 5 or 6 million people out of a country, fill it with another 5 or 6 million, and expect both groups to be satisfied.โ€ Then he admitted: โ€œWe went ahead and did it and got it done. We had all kinds of objections to everything that was done.โ€ His words were not merely an opinion, but an admission from the decision-maker himself. He admits three things: โ‘  The goal from the start was โ€œall of Palestine,โ€ not partition or coexistence. โ‘ก What happened was a complete demographic replacement. Replacing one people with another. It is impossible for anyone to be satisfied. โ‘ข They ignored all objections and pushed through the plan despite the reservations. Today, more than 75 years later, the packaging has changed but the project remains the same. The maneuver is the same: a peace agreement here, normalization there, and a temporary truce that masks permanent expansion. And the result? More stolen land, more trampled rights, and no one is satisfied. The difference this time: there are those who have understood the game from the very beginning. There are those who see that the solution lies not in โ€œmanaging the occupationโ€ but in ending it. There are those who state clearly: no peace without a full state, and no normalization without an irreversible path. Those who read history are not fooled by the tricks of geography. Palestine is not a testing ground, rights are not granted in installments, and peace is not made through substitution. Truman said it yesterday: They wanted all of Palestine. And history has not contradicted him. What is happening today is not peace, but the completion of what they began.
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๐Ÿšจ A testimony from the heart of the White House in 1948: They asked him, โ€œWere many Jews against you as well?โ€ U.S. President Harry Trumanโ€”the first to recognize Israel within 11 minutes of the declarationโ€”replied, โ€œWell, there were many Jews against me because they wanted all of Palestine.โ€ Then he said: โ€œYou canโ€™t take 5 or 6 million people out of a country, fill it with another 5 or 6 million, and expect both groups to be satisfied.โ€ Then he admitted: โ€œWe went ahead and did it and got it done. We had all kinds of objections to everything that was done.โ€ His words were not merely an opinion, but an admission from the decision-maker himself. He admits three things: โ‘  The goal from the start was โ€œall of Palestine,โ€ not partition or coexistence. โ‘ก What happened was a complete demographic replacement. Replacing one people with another. It is impossible for anyone to be satisfied. โ‘ข They ignored all objections and pushed through the plan despite the reservations. Today, more than 75 years later, the packaging has changed but the project remains the same. The maneuver is the same: a peace agreement here, normalization there, and a temporary truce that masks permanent expansion. And the result? More stolen land, more trampled rights, and no one is satisfied. The difference this time: there are those who have understood the game from the very beginning. There are those who see that the solution lies not in โ€œmanaging the occupationโ€ but in ending it. There are those who state clearly: no peace without a full state, and no normalization without an irreversible path. Those who read history are not fooled by the tricks of geography. Palestine is not a testing ground, rights are not granted in installments, and peace is not made through substitution. Truman said it yesterday: They wanted all of Palestine. And history has not contradicted him. What is happening today is not peace, but the completion of what they began.

๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฆAbdulsalam Saleh

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Two London Protests in May 2021 - during lockdown measures, covid jab rollout and mandates - prior to being 'granted freedom' in July 2021, both attended by hundreds of thousands of people. I need to say this again; unapologetically, and without dilution. A slightly emotional moment here, anyone who lived it will understand... others just want to forget. To the people who stood up in 2020 and kept standing when it would have been safer, easier and more convenient to acquiesce - you matter more than history will ever properly record. This one's for you, the un-'vaccinated,' the early freedom fighters. Anyone who 'woke up' and spoke up in 2022 or later will never understand what it was like. They cannot. There has been nothing - not before, not since - that compares to the psychological warfare, the social exile, the professional destruction, the coordinated humiliation of those years. It was singular. It was relentless. It was designed to break people. And still, you stood. You were mocked as irrational. Painted as dangerous. Deplatformed. Censored. 'Fact-checked.' Threatened. Arrested. Some of you were physically assaulted. Some lost careers, friends, reputations, family. The hostility didnโ€™t just come from institutions, it came from neighbours, colleagues, strangers in the street. From the self-proclaimed 'compassionate.' From the enforcers of 'safety.' From police who forgot restraint. From citizens who forgot humanity. I know. Because I was there. I was arrested - sometimes violently - beaten, charged and convicted. Multiple times. Arrested as a terrorist and placed on a watch-list as a 'prolific anti-vaxxer.' They tried to outlaw your speech - literally. They tried to erase your questions. They wanted silence... total, obedient silence. And you refused. History has a pattern: the people who are first to speak are always punished hardest. It is only later - when the dust settles and the narrative softens - that others cautiously admit what those early dissenters endured. But those of us who were there know. We know the cost. We know the fear. We know how alone it felt. And we also know this: without those stubborn, 'crazy,' humanitarian, brave souls who refused to comply, who tried to inform others - the damage would have been worse. The injuries. The deaths. You were not reckless. You were resolute. You were not selfish. You were principled. You were not insane. You were early. And whether the world acknowledges it or not; lives were saved because you would not be intimidated or coerced into silence. That kind of courage doesnโ€™t disappear just because the headlines move on. It remains. And it matters. Still. If you survived that. If you did not acquiesce. If you kept fighting... I know Iโ€™ll see you soon. Because that time was not just a test of compliance for the masses, it was a test of endurance. And you passed. Now, get ready... once again. We warned about what's looming, too. And we cannot afford to be 'vindicated' in the same way again. We must stop it in its tracks. But this time, the army is larger. The truth has spread farther. The awareness is greater. And our strength - tested, forged, unyielding - stands truly fucking steadfast. Thanks to Oracle Films for making sure history - and the truth - was captured and preserved.
6:44

Two London Protests in May 2021 - during lockdown measures, covid jab rollout and mandates - prior to being 'granted freedom' in July 2021, both attended by hundreds of thousands of people. I need to say this again; unapologetically, and without dilution. A slightly emotional moment here, anyone who lived it will understand... others just want to forget. To the people who stood up in 2020 and kept standing when it would have been safer, easier and more convenient to acquiesce - you matter more than history will ever properly record. This one's for you, the un-'vaccinated,' the early freedom fighters. Anyone who 'woke up' and spoke up in 2022 or later will never understand what it was like. They cannot. There has been nothing - not before, not since - that compares to the psychological warfare, the social exile, the professional destruction, the coordinated humiliation of those years. It was singular. It was relentless. It was designed to break people. And still, you stood. You were mocked as irrational. Painted as dangerous. Deplatformed. Censored. 'Fact-checked.' Threatened. Arrested. Some of you were physically assaulted. Some lost careers, friends, reputations, family. The hostility didnโ€™t just come from institutions, it came from neighbours, colleagues, strangers in the street. From the self-proclaimed 'compassionate.' From the enforcers of 'safety.' From police who forgot restraint. From citizens who forgot humanity. I know. Because I was there. I was arrested - sometimes violently - beaten, charged and convicted. Multiple times. Arrested as a terrorist and placed on a watch-list as a 'prolific anti-vaxxer.' They tried to outlaw your speech - literally. They tried to erase your questions. They wanted silence... total, obedient silence. And you refused. History has a pattern: the people who are first to speak are always punished hardest. It is only later - when the dust settles and the narrative softens - that others cautiously admit what those early dissenters endured. But those of us who were there know. We know the cost. We know the fear. We know how alone it felt. And we also know this: without those stubborn, 'crazy,' humanitarian, brave souls who refused to comply, who tried to inform others - the damage would have been worse. The injuries. The deaths. You were not reckless. You were resolute. You were not selfish. You were principled. You were not insane. You were early. And whether the world acknowledges it or not; lives were saved because you would not be intimidated or coerced into silence. That kind of courage doesnโ€™t disappear just because the headlines move on. It remains. And it matters. Still. If you survived that. If you did not acquiesce. If you kept fighting... I know Iโ€™ll see you soon. Because that time was not just a test of compliance for the masses, it was a test of endurance. And you passed. Now, get ready... once again. We warned about what's looming, too. And we cannot afford to be 'vindicated' in the same way again. We must stop it in its tracks. But this time, the army is larger. The truth has spread farther. The awareness is greater. And our strength - tested, forged, unyielding - stands truly fucking steadfast. Thanks to Oracle Films for making sure history - and the truth - was captured and preserved.

Fiona Rose Diamond

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๐Ÿšจ WATCH THE FULL VIDEO COURT CASE UPDATE. Today was the fourth time Iโ€™ve been dragged before the courts over charges that are as baseless as they are political. These charges were never about justice. They were designed to make an example of meโ€”to instil fear into a community that has refused to back down for the last two years. As you watch this, ask yourself, how is it fair that those of us standing for justice are silenced, punished, and humiliated in courtrooms, while those who openly support and enable war crimes are given free passes? History will remember these moments. And it will remember us not for wavering, but for standing firm when it mattered most. We are not afraid. We are not backing down. We are fighting the right fight, and the world is watching.
2:12

๐Ÿšจ WATCH THE FULL VIDEO COURT CASE UPDATE. Today was the fourth time Iโ€™ve been dragged before the courts over charges that are as baseless as they are political. These charges were never about justice. They were designed to make an example of meโ€”to instil fear into a community that has refused to back down for the last two years. As you watch this, ask yourself, how is it fair that those of us standing for justice are silenced, punished, and humiliated in courtrooms, while those who openly support and enable war crimes are given free passes? History will remember these moments. And it will remember us not for wavering, but for standing firm when it mattered most. We are not afraid. We are not backing down. We are fighting the right fight, and the world is watching.

Hash Tayeh

12,287 Aufrufe โ€ข vor 11 Monaten

The Ice Spice people were wrong in this situation. You donโ€™t go around shoving people out of the way, because you donโ€™t know who they are. Boity was a guest too and she was rightfully on that carpet. We shouldnโ€™t be laughing at Boity because an American artist and her team were rude. They showed lack of ubuntu in that encounter. We are not less than as Africans. We are not push overs. We should not embrace disrespect on any stage, economic, sports, political or cultural. We should not accept it whether it is from local politicians or international artists.
0:21

The Ice Spice people were wrong in this situation. You donโ€™t go around shoving people out of the way, because you donโ€™t know who they are. Boity was a guest too and she was rightfully on that carpet. We shouldnโ€™t be laughing at Boity because an American artist and her team were rude. They showed lack of ubuntu in that encounter. We are not less than as Africans. We are not push overs. We should not embrace disrespect on any stage, economic, sports, political or cultural. We should not accept it whether it is from local politicians or international artists.

Africa Research Desk

42,808 Aufrufe โ€ข vor 2 Jahren

Brothers and sisters of Ireland, ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ช We gather not in silence, but in strength. We gather not in hate, but in hope. And we gather not to divide, but to demand. For the past number of days, our country has been brought to a standstill. Not by chaos without cause, but by people pushed to the edge. Farmers, workers, drivers, families, ordinary Irish people have taken to the roads, to the streets, to the gates of this nationโ€™s lifelines because the cost of simply living has become too much to bear. They are not there for attention. They are there because they cannot afford not to be. Fuel prices have surged to unsustainable levels, driven by global crises and policies beyond the control of ordinary people. And yet, it is the ordinary people who are expected to carry the burden. They tell us support has been given. They tell us measures are in place. They tell us to be patient. But patience does not fill a tank. Patience does not keep a business alive. Patience does not put food on the table. Across Ireland, roads have been blocked, cities brought to a halt, and supply lines disrupted. Fuel depots, ports, even the countryโ€™s only oil refinery have been targeted in protest. Not out of malice but out of desperation. And now we see the response. The government condemns the protests. They speak of disruption, of law and order, of consequences. They warn of penalties and even bring in the Defence Forces to assist. But where was this urgency before? Where was this response when people were crying out for help? We ask not for chaos. We ask not for division. We ask for fairness. We ask for a government that listens before the country grinds to a halt. We ask for action before people are forced onto the streets to be heard. Because let us be clear: These protests did not appear out of nowhere. They are the result of years of pressure, rising costs, and people feeling ignored. You, in government, we ask you now!! Why does it take nationwide disruption before you listen? Why are workers and families pushed to breaking point before action is taken? Why must people blockade their own country just to be heard? We are not extremists. We are not criminals. We are citizens. And we are pissed of being ignored. Those standing on the roads today those sitting in tractors and trucks through the night those sacrificing income to make a point they are not the enemy of this country. They are the voice of it. And yes you best believe disruption is real. People are delayed, services affected, and frustration is growing. But that is what happens when a government stops listening and the people are left with no other choice. This is a peaceful movement. But it is a powerful one. And it carries a message that cannot be ignored! A country cannot function when its people cannot afford to live in it. So we say again: Serve your people first, or step aside. This is not your Ireland to manage from a distance. This is our Ireland, lived in every day by those now standing in protest. And until there is real action, real engagement, and real change the voices on those roads will not fade. They will grow louder. ร‰ire Abรบ. Fergus (Ferg) Power The Irish Git Conor McGregor @real_eire RM.tv๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ช
3:45

Brothers and sisters of Ireland, ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ช We gather not in silence, but in strength. We gather not in hate, but in hope. And we gather not to divide, but to demand. For the past number of days, our country has been brought to a standstill. Not by chaos without cause, but by people pushed to the edge. Farmers, workers, drivers, families, ordinary Irish people have taken to the roads, to the streets, to the gates of this nationโ€™s lifelines because the cost of simply living has become too much to bear. They are not there for attention. They are there because they cannot afford not to be. Fuel prices have surged to unsustainable levels, driven by global crises and policies beyond the control of ordinary people. And yet, it is the ordinary people who are expected to carry the burden. They tell us support has been given. They tell us measures are in place. They tell us to be patient. But patience does not fill a tank. Patience does not keep a business alive. Patience does not put food on the table. Across Ireland, roads have been blocked, cities brought to a halt, and supply lines disrupted. Fuel depots, ports, even the countryโ€™s only oil refinery have been targeted in protest. Not out of malice but out of desperation. And now we see the response. The government condemns the protests. They speak of disruption, of law and order, of consequences. They warn of penalties and even bring in the Defence Forces to assist. But where was this urgency before? Where was this response when people were crying out for help? We ask not for chaos. We ask not for division. We ask for fairness. We ask for a government that listens before the country grinds to a halt. We ask for action before people are forced onto the streets to be heard. Because let us be clear: These protests did not appear out of nowhere. They are the result of years of pressure, rising costs, and people feeling ignored. You, in government, we ask you now!! Why does it take nationwide disruption before you listen? Why are workers and families pushed to breaking point before action is taken? Why must people blockade their own country just to be heard? We are not extremists. We are not criminals. We are citizens. And we are pissed of being ignored. Those standing on the roads today those sitting in tractors and trucks through the night those sacrificing income to make a point they are not the enemy of this country. They are the voice of it. And yes you best believe disruption is real. People are delayed, services affected, and frustration is growing. But that is what happens when a government stops listening and the people are left with no other choice. This is a peaceful movement. But it is a powerful one. And it carries a message that cannot be ignored! A country cannot function when its people cannot afford to live in it. So we say again: Serve your people first, or step aside. This is not your Ireland to manage from a distance. This is our Ireland, lived in every day by those now standing in protest. And until there is real action, real engagement, and real change the voices on those roads will not fade. They will grow louder. ร‰ire Abรบ. Fergus (Ferg) Power The Irish Git Conor McGregor @real_eire RM.tv๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ช

ร‰ire

28,217 Aufrufe โ€ข vor 4 Monaten

"Men do not stay for platitudes. Platitudes do not carry a soul through the winter. When the child is in the ground, when the marriage is in ruins, when the diagnosis comes back and the floor drops out of the world, no one was ever held up by 'be kind and stay positive.' They are held, if they are held at all, by something with iron in it. By a witness that the heavens are real and open, that God still speaks, that the dead are not lost, that there is power on the earth greater than the darkness. The early Saints had that, and they knew they had it, because they had felt it in their own bodies. They were healed under hands. They spoke in tongues. They saw visions and buried their children in the certainty of resurrection and crossed a continent on the strength of a fire they could not have faked. That is what converts a man and that is what keeps him, not a well managed self-help program, but the living evidence that what we preach is true. So the cure is not complicated, and it is not new. It is to be again the Church of our fathers. Stop apologizing. Stop trimming the glorious truth into something the world will pat on the head. Speak with authority and with the hammer, the way Joseph spoke, the way Brigham spoke, the way men speak when they actually believe the heavens have opened over them. Reach again for the gifts of the Spirit, and stop pretending they were a founding era curiosity, because a testimony built on argument crumbles in the first storm and a testimony built on the manifest power of God does not. And above all, live as though the heavens are open, because they are, and they have only ever felt closed to a people who stopped expecting them to answer. The Saints are not leaving because the gospel is too much. They are leaving because we have made it too little. Make it glorious and demanding again, and watch who comes back through the door. The hungry have not gone anywhere. We simply stopped setting the table."
0:54

"Men do not stay for platitudes. Platitudes do not carry a soul through the winter. When the child is in the ground, when the marriage is in ruins, when the diagnosis comes back and the floor drops out of the world, no one was ever held up by 'be kind and stay positive.' They are held, if they are held at all, by something with iron in it. By a witness that the heavens are real and open, that God still speaks, that the dead are not lost, that there is power on the earth greater than the darkness. The early Saints had that, and they knew they had it, because they had felt it in their own bodies. They were healed under hands. They spoke in tongues. They saw visions and buried their children in the certainty of resurrection and crossed a continent on the strength of a fire they could not have faked. That is what converts a man and that is what keeps him, not a well managed self-help program, but the living evidence that what we preach is true. So the cure is not complicated, and it is not new. It is to be again the Church of our fathers. Stop apologizing. Stop trimming the glorious truth into something the world will pat on the head. Speak with authority and with the hammer, the way Joseph spoke, the way Brigham spoke, the way men speak when they actually believe the heavens have opened over them. Reach again for the gifts of the Spirit, and stop pretending they were a founding era curiosity, because a testimony built on argument crumbles in the first storm and a testimony built on the manifest power of God does not. And above all, live as though the heavens are open, because they are, and they have only ever felt closed to a people who stopped expecting them to answer. The Saints are not leaving because the gospel is too much. They are leaving because we have made it too little. Make it glorious and demanding again, and watch who comes back through the door. The hungry have not gone anywhere. We simply stopped setting the table."

Kirk Rollins

63,131 Aufrufe โ€ข vor 2 Monaten

Londoners give their account on the lonely, stale existence within the ugly, concrete high rises in South London during the 1970s. Communities, built around streets that had been there for decades were turned into characterless, concrete towers. No more front or back garden conversations, no more street unity. Just a cold world created by cold hands. GLCLCC made every excuse not to save the original housing, stating that they were slums. This isn't entirely true and in fact people were far more connected and happier when they had a home, and community of their own. Of course, they made the best of it. But little did they know at the time that it wasn't in good faith but the beginning of a deliberate project based on cultural and social decline. Today people have become so used to having a lack of community and overall happiness that tower blocks of all kinds are seen as normal. But, those who first used them saw just how unnatural they were. Agenda driven, insincere people pretend that this was a good thing when they know full well it wasn't. Not only did it change the shape and feel of London, but it changed the people within it. They could have rebuilt the houses if they didn't want to repair them. But that wouldn't have separated people, or prepared them for what the institutions had in store. โณ๏ธ
4:28

Londoners give their account on the lonely, stale existence within the ugly, concrete high rises in South London during the 1970s. Communities, built around streets that had been there for decades were turned into characterless, concrete towers. No more front or back garden conversations, no more street unity. Just a cold world created by cold hands. GLCLCC made every excuse not to save the original housing, stating that they were slums. This isn't entirely true and in fact people were far more connected and happier when they had a home, and community of their own. Of course, they made the best of it. But little did they know at the time that it wasn't in good faith but the beginning of a deliberate project based on cultural and social decline. Today people have become so used to having a lack of community and overall happiness that tower blocks of all kinds are seen as normal. But, those who first used them saw just how unnatural they were. Agenda driven, insincere people pretend that this was a good thing when they know full well it wasn't. Not only did it change the shape and feel of London, but it changed the people within it. They could have rebuilt the houses if they didn't want to repair them. But that wouldn't have separated people, or prepared them for what the institutions had in store. โณ๏ธ

Vinnie Sullivan

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Long before narratives were manufacturedโ€ฆ before labels were assignedโ€ฆ before resistance was even given a name... there were women in south Lebanon. Lebanese women, in the early 1970s, speaking with unshaken voices about the horrors they witnessed under Israeli occupation. No scripts. No filters. No fear. Just truth. You watch them, and what strikes you is not only the weight of what they endured, but the way they carried it. With dignity. With clarity. With a defiance that no army could silence. They did not speak as victims. They spoke as witnesses. As guardians of memory. As the first line of resistance in south Lebanon. This is what so many choose to ignore: the story did not begin when it became convenient to tell it. The oppression was there. The resistance was there. And the people, especially the women, were already standing, already refusing to break. Their voices echo across generations, reminding us that resilience is not born overnight. It is inherited. It is lived. It is unwavering. Watch closely. This is where the story truly begins.
1:25

Long before narratives were manufacturedโ€ฆ before labels were assignedโ€ฆ before resistance was even given a name... there were women in south Lebanon. Lebanese women, in the early 1970s, speaking with unshaken voices about the horrors they witnessed under Israeli occupation. No scripts. No filters. No fear. Just truth. You watch them, and what strikes you is not only the weight of what they endured, but the way they carried it. With dignity. With clarity. With a defiance that no army could silence. They did not speak as victims. They spoke as witnesses. As guardians of memory. As the first line of resistance in south Lebanon. This is what so many choose to ignore: the story did not begin when it became convenient to tell it. The oppression was there. The resistance was there. And the people, especially the women, were already standing, already refusing to break. Their voices echo across generations, reminding us that resilience is not born overnight. It is inherited. It is lived. It is unwavering. Watch closely. This is where the story truly begins.

Marwa Osman || ู…ุฑูˆุฉ ุนุซู…ุงู†

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This video was recorded during my time as an English service pastor in a charismatic church. What you are seeing is not speculation or secondhand stories. This is something I witnessed with my own eyes, lived through, and carried the weight of for years. My senior pastor (the old guy in the suit) had just returned from a Kenneth Copeland conference. He came back convinced that he had encountered a โ€œnew move of the Spiritโ€ and he was determined to bring it into our church. What followed still grieves me when I think about it. To make this so called move believable, he arranged for a couple to act drunk in the Spirit. They staggered, laughed uncontrollably, and collapsed on the floor as if overtaken by some supernatural force. This was not spontaneous. It was planned. They were the demonstration. They were meant to convince the congregation that something powerful was happening. Then the pressure began. As the pastor began pointing at people across the hall, one by one they fell. Not because the Spirit overwhelmed them, but because fear did. No one wanted to be the person left standing. No one wanted to be accused of resisting the Spirit or lacking faith. So people gave in. They fell. They laughed. They played the part that was expected of them. It was emotional manipulation dressed up in spiritual language. It was peer pressure baptized and sold as power. The Spirit of God does not rob a man of self control. He does not create confusion. He does not produce chaos. Scripture is clear that God is not the author of disorder, but of peace. Yet we were being trained to celebrate disorder and call it divine. These manifestations were not holiness. They were not repentance. They were not transformation. They were performances created to keep people compliant and silent. When I began to question these practices, I was made to feel ashamed for even daring to speak. The senior pastor staged a dramatic scene, claiming that my questioning had cut his connection with the Holy Spirit and that he would die without it, insisting he could not survive if I remained in his presence. That moment ended with me being physically thrown out by his bodyguards. My voice was silenced through his political influence, and everything I had recorded the evidence of manipulation, planning, and what went on behind closed doors was erased by church staff. They made sure no trace was left behind. But by the providence of God, this one clip survived. It remains as a witness to what many are still trapped in today. Not revival. Not power. But deception that preys on sincere people who truly want God and are instead given a counterfeit. This is why I speak. This is why I warn. And this is why I will not stay silent.
1:58

This video was recorded during my time as an English service pastor in a charismatic church. What you are seeing is not speculation or secondhand stories. This is something I witnessed with my own eyes, lived through, and carried the weight of for years. My senior pastor (the old guy in the suit) had just returned from a Kenneth Copeland conference. He came back convinced that he had encountered a โ€œnew move of the Spiritโ€ and he was determined to bring it into our church. What followed still grieves me when I think about it. To make this so called move believable, he arranged for a couple to act drunk in the Spirit. They staggered, laughed uncontrollably, and collapsed on the floor as if overtaken by some supernatural force. This was not spontaneous. It was planned. They were the demonstration. They were meant to convince the congregation that something powerful was happening. Then the pressure began. As the pastor began pointing at people across the hall, one by one they fell. Not because the Spirit overwhelmed them, but because fear did. No one wanted to be the person left standing. No one wanted to be accused of resisting the Spirit or lacking faith. So people gave in. They fell. They laughed. They played the part that was expected of them. It was emotional manipulation dressed up in spiritual language. It was peer pressure baptized and sold as power. The Spirit of God does not rob a man of self control. He does not create confusion. He does not produce chaos. Scripture is clear that God is not the author of disorder, but of peace. Yet we were being trained to celebrate disorder and call it divine. These manifestations were not holiness. They were not repentance. They were not transformation. They were performances created to keep people compliant and silent. When I began to question these practices, I was made to feel ashamed for even daring to speak. The senior pastor staged a dramatic scene, claiming that my questioning had cut his connection with the Holy Spirit and that he would die without it, insisting he could not survive if I remained in his presence. That moment ended with me being physically thrown out by his bodyguards. My voice was silenced through his political influence, and everything I had recorded the evidence of manipulation, planning, and what went on behind closed doors was erased by church staff. They made sure no trace was left behind. But by the providence of God, this one clip survived. It remains as a witness to what many are still trapped in today. Not revival. Not power. But deception that preys on sincere people who truly want God and are instead given a counterfeit. This is why I speak. This is why I warn. And this is why I will not stay silent.

Jeremiah Knight

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Some souls are so beautiful because they are brave. They see the pain carried by their parents, they understand where the decay began and how it spread - still, they do their best not to let it rot them from within. There are those who have been hurt by their parents, yet still love them, not because their parents were perfect but because they choose to love what is imperfect and to honour the origin point of a part of themselves. Yet many carry immense guilt even in admitting their parents failed them. Their compassion is so great that they hold themselves back from facing the full weight of the truth they deserve, always one step removed, always at arm's length, unable to let it land because of that guilt. But the body remembers. The truth is, both can be true. You can despise the decay and pain that has been unleashed upon you without guilt and honour your own suffering, your own journey - at the same time, you can acknowledge how your parents came to be as they are, through the weight of their own unhealed and unresolved pain. Similarly, those who feel immense resentment and hate towards their parents often find, in the quiet moments before they fall asleep, that a part of them still longs to connect - a subtle whisper of desire always remains, because they carry hope. Hate is just corroded love, it is not indifference. It is love unresolved and suspended, pooled like still water. The most heartbreaking part is that they feel disgust, sometimes even hatred, towards themselves for wanting this. Yet no matter how much they rationalise, a part of them will always long for it. And it is okay to want this. It does not make them weak or pathetic. The polarity must be felt in full, and then accepted in its entirety, on both ends. The greatest wars are not fought between angels and demons, but in the hearts of those who carry the deepest wounds.
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Some souls are so beautiful because they are brave. They see the pain carried by their parents, they understand where the decay began and how it spread - still, they do their best not to let it rot them from within. There are those who have been hurt by their parents, yet still love them, not because their parents were perfect but because they choose to love what is imperfect and to honour the origin point of a part of themselves. Yet many carry immense guilt even in admitting their parents failed them. Their compassion is so great that they hold themselves back from facing the full weight of the truth they deserve, always one step removed, always at arm's length, unable to let it land because of that guilt. But the body remembers. The truth is, both can be true. You can despise the decay and pain that has been unleashed upon you without guilt and honour your own suffering, your own journey - at the same time, you can acknowledge how your parents came to be as they are, through the weight of their own unhealed and unresolved pain. Similarly, those who feel immense resentment and hate towards their parents often find, in the quiet moments before they fall asleep, that a part of them still longs to connect - a subtle whisper of desire always remains, because they carry hope. Hate is just corroded love, it is not indifference. It is love unresolved and suspended, pooled like still water. The most heartbreaking part is that they feel disgust, sometimes even hatred, towards themselves for wanting this. Yet no matter how much they rationalise, a part of them will always long for it. And it is okay to want this. It does not make them weak or pathetic. The polarity must be felt in full, and then accepted in its entirety, on both ends. The greatest wars are not fought between angels and demons, but in the hearts of those who carry the deepest wounds.

Lauren

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Stanley Tucci says a Michelin-starred restaurant served his family carrots โ€œlike a steak,โ€ microscopic radishes and refused to give them bread โ€œI did go to a restaurant that is Michelin-starred, and I wonโ€™t name it. Some people love it. I didnโ€™t. Iโ€™d been a number of times. This is in the New York area. Boy, am I vagueโ€ โ€œWe were with the older kids, but they were younger. You sit down, itโ€™s just a gorgeous setting and everything, and then they say, โ€˜Tonight, carrots are on the menu.โ€™ Iโ€™m not kiddingโ€ โ€œAnd I was like, โ€˜Oh, okay. Anything else?โ€™โ€ โ€œโ€˜The chef is treating carrots like a steak.โ€™ And I thought, โ€˜No.โ€™ The kids go, โ€˜What does that mean? Is he going to milk them?โ€™โ€ โ€œThey were the biggest carrots Iโ€™d ever seen, all organically grown, of course. And that was the thingโ€ โ€œThey brought out some radishes. They came from a long distance. They had a piece of slate, and there were these radishes. We were like, โ€˜What are they bringing? What is that?โ€™โ€ โ€œAs opposed to most things, where they get closer to you and get bigger, these got smaller. They put it down on the table and they go, โ€˜Radish.โ€™ And the kids go, โ€˜Where?โ€™ It was so terribleโ€ โ€œWe asked for bread, and they said the chef does not like to serve bread because then you wonโ€™t eat your food. Iโ€™m not sixโ€ โ€œI thought, itโ€™s about you. Itโ€™s not about us. Not that you have to cater to us, but...โ€
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Stanley Tucci says a Michelin-starred restaurant served his family carrots โ€œlike a steak,โ€ microscopic radishes and refused to give them bread โ€œI did go to a restaurant that is Michelin-starred, and I wonโ€™t name it. Some people love it. I didnโ€™t. Iโ€™d been a number of times. This is in the New York area. Boy, am I vagueโ€ โ€œWe were with the older kids, but they were younger. You sit down, itโ€™s just a gorgeous setting and everything, and then they say, โ€˜Tonight, carrots are on the menu.โ€™ Iโ€™m not kiddingโ€ โ€œAnd I was like, โ€˜Oh, okay. Anything else?โ€™โ€ โ€œโ€˜The chef is treating carrots like a steak.โ€™ And I thought, โ€˜No.โ€™ The kids go, โ€˜What does that mean? Is he going to milk them?โ€™โ€ โ€œThey were the biggest carrots Iโ€™d ever seen, all organically grown, of course. And that was the thingโ€ โ€œThey brought out some radishes. They came from a long distance. They had a piece of slate, and there were these radishes. We were like, โ€˜What are they bringing? What is that?โ€™โ€ โ€œAs opposed to most things, where they get closer to you and get bigger, these got smaller. They put it down on the table and they go, โ€˜Radish.โ€™ And the kids go, โ€˜Where?โ€™ It was so terribleโ€ โ€œWe asked for bread, and they said the chef does not like to serve bread because then you wonโ€™t eat your food. Iโ€™m not sixโ€ โ€œI thought, itโ€™s about you. Itโ€™s not about us. Not that you have to cater to us, but...โ€

sara

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