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"Undoubtedly, Allah elevates whomever He wills." From the silence of a single glance, storms of fear & venom have erupted yet history bears witness to every adversary biting dust. Faisal Naseer’s finest hour lies ahead. > Nothing is beyond or above Field Marshal Asim Munir.

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🚨 MAJOR BREAKING: President Trump just announced he will be EXTENDING the ceasefire in Iran The US Naval blockade WILL continue. “Based on the fact that the Government of Iran is seriously fractured, not unexpectedly so and, upon the request of Field Marshal Asim Munir, and Prime Minister Shehbaz Sharif, of Pakistan, we have been asked to hold our Attack on the Country of Iran until such time as their leaders and representatives can come up with a unified proposal. I have therefore directed our Military to continue the Blockade and, in all other respects, remain ready and able, and will therefore extend the Ceasefire until such time as their proposal is submitted, and discussions are concluded, one way or the other. President DONALD J. TRUMP”

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Dear Norway fans, Thank you & I’ll say it again… you have been, beyond any argument, the most extraordinary supporters at this entire tournament. From a country of five and a half million people, you crossed oceans, packed out stadiums, dressed American streets in red and white and transformed every single fixture into a carnival of noise, pride and unshakeable joy. Three decades away from football’s biggest stage, and yet you returned carrying no sense of entitlement: only pure, infectious energy. Your team repaid every ounce of that devotion, reaching a first ever World Cup quarter-final in the nation’s history, smashing straight through the old ceiling of the last 16 that had stood since 1938 and 1998. a stunning knockout of Brazil to even get there (a nation Norway have somehow never lost to across World Cup history). The Viking Row wasn’t just a celebration for your own players. It moved rivals. It captivated neutrals. It swept up the entire watching planet. England brought the run to a close. But nothing can erase what unfolded here. The finest chapter Norwegian football has ever produced. Walk away with your heads held high. Thank you, Norway. For the emotion. For the history you carved out. For the row we’ll be talking about for years to come. Unforgettable. 🇳🇴
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Dear Norway fans, Thank you & I’ll say it again… you have been, beyond any argument, the most extraordinary supporters at this entire tournament. From a country of five and a half million people, you crossed oceans, packed out stadiums, dressed American streets in red and white and transformed every single fixture into a carnival of noise, pride and unshakeable joy. Three decades away from football’s biggest stage, and yet you returned carrying no sense of entitlement: only pure, infectious energy. Your team repaid every ounce of that devotion, reaching a first ever World Cup quarter-final in the nation’s history, smashing straight through the old ceiling of the last 16 that had stood since 1938 and 1998. a stunning knockout of Brazil to even get there (a nation Norway have somehow never lost to across World Cup history). The Viking Row wasn’t just a celebration for your own players. It moved rivals. It captivated neutrals. It swept up the entire watching planet. England brought the run to a close. But nothing can erase what unfolded here. The finest chapter Norwegian football has ever produced. Walk away with your heads held high. Thank you, Norway. For the emotion. For the history you carved out. For the row we’ll be talking about for years to come. Unforgettable. 🇳🇴

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Happy New Year to Pakistan! The year 2025 witnessed unforgettable memorable and unprecedented successes for our beloved nation. Under the visionary guidance of Quaid Nawaz Sharif and the steadfast leadership of Prime Minister Shehbaz Sharif Pakistan has reached unprecedented heights achieving economic stability, meaningful correction, and renewed global confidence. His decisive policies, steadfast commitment to governance, and tireless efforts have steered the nation through challenges and delivered tangible progress for all citizens. God has blessed Pakistan with historic victories, including Marka-e-Haq, led by Prime Minister Shehbaz Sharif and Field Marshal Asim Munir. His unmatched courage, strategic vision, and unwavering resolve have not only secured the nation’s safety but also ensured that Pakistan’s legacy of strength and resilience is stronger than ever. The nation is forever indebted to his leadership and dedication. Punjab continues to make history, experiencing unstoppable prosperity under the visionary leadership of Chief Minister Punjab Maryam Nawaz Sharif whose tireless dedication progressive policies and commitment to the welfare of the people have transformed the province into a model of development and opportunity. Her leadership inspires confidence, hope, and pride in every citizen especially Youth of Pakistan Here’s to a prosperous and successful 2026 for Pakistan!
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Happy New Year to Pakistan! The year 2025 witnessed unforgettable memorable and unprecedented successes for our beloved nation. Under the visionary guidance of Quaid Nawaz Sharif and the steadfast leadership of Prime Minister Shehbaz Sharif Pakistan has reached unprecedented heights achieving economic stability, meaningful correction, and renewed global confidence. His decisive policies, steadfast commitment to governance, and tireless efforts have steered the nation through challenges and delivered tangible progress for all citizens. God has blessed Pakistan with historic victories, including Marka-e-Haq, led by Prime Minister Shehbaz Sharif and Field Marshal Asim Munir. His unmatched courage, strategic vision, and unwavering resolve have not only secured the nation’s safety but also ensured that Pakistan’s legacy of strength and resilience is stronger than ever. The nation is forever indebted to his leadership and dedication. Punjab continues to make history, experiencing unstoppable prosperity under the visionary leadership of Chief Minister Punjab Maryam Nawaz Sharif whose tireless dedication progressive policies and commitment to the welfare of the people have transformed the province into a model of development and opportunity. Her leadership inspires confidence, hope, and pride in every citizen especially Youth of Pakistan Here’s to a prosperous and successful 2026 for Pakistan!

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

Maranatha777

24,091 просмотров • 3 месяцев назад

🔊 CHURCH: THIS IS WHAT THE ENEMY DOESN'T WANT US TO DO TODAY!! He wants us distracted, discouraged, exhausted, and spiritually worn out because he knows that when God's people pray, God moves! Just as Abraham pleaded for Sodom, and Moses stood in the gap for Israel, let’s stand in the gap today for our family, friends, neighbors, and all who are still lost. This is where the battle is! We're living in the final seconds of the Age of Grace!! LET'S STAND IN THE GAP ONE MORE TIME WHILE THERE IS STILL TIME!!! Lord,🕊️ We come before You in the name of Jesus—not in our own wisdom or strength, but covered by the blood of the Lamb—we declare that You are the God who seeks and saves the lost, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance and eternal life with You!!! 🔥So many today are walking toward this fire—unaware or unwilling to turn! 👉🏼This is where rebellion leads. This is where deception ends. This is where excuses are stripped away! 🔁Father, we stand in the gap now—while there is still breath, while mercy is still available, while repentance is still possible! 👉🏼We present before You our mothers and fathers, wives and husbands, sisters and brothers, nieces and nephews, cousins, aunts and uncles, friends, neighbors, and all who are deceived; all who are hardened; all who are wounded; all who are bound by sin, fear, pride, trauma, addictions, false beliefs, or false peace!!! ⚔️In the authority of Jesus Christ, we stand against every work of the enemy assigned against their souls. We ask You to bind every spirit of deception, confusion, blindness, rebellion, pride, unbelief, false doctrine, false religion, and false peace. 🪢Lord, silence every lie that exalts itself against the knowledge of God—every false identity and every argument raised against the truth! 💣Tear down every idol exalted above You: love of self, love of comfort, love of pleasure, love of money, love of the world, and every identity not rooted in Christ alone! Tear down every stronghold built in their minds: 👉🏼strongholds of trauma, 👉🏼strongholds of fear and anxiety, 👉🏼strongholds of shame, guilt, and condemnation, 👉🏼strongholds of bitterness, offense, resentment, and unforgiveness, 👉🏼strongholds of rebellion and stubbornness, 👉🏼strongholds of self-sufficiency and control, 👉🏼strongholds of hopelessness, despair, and fatalism. 💣Tear down every false belief formed through pain, loss, abuse, disappointment, or deception. 💥Break every agreement—knowingly or unknowingly—with lies spoken over them, lies they believed, and lies passed down generationally!! ❌Lord, cancel every repeating cycle of bondage, addiction, immorality, unbelief, broken relationships, and destruction! 💣Break the power of every fear—fear of surrender, fear of truth, fear of obedience, fear of rejection, fear of loss, and fear of DEATH! ⚔️Break every bond of addiction, lust, perversion, escapism, and hidden sin!!! ❌Cancel every word spoken over them that contradicts Your truth. ❌Cancel every generational pattern that keeps repeating destruction. ❌Cancel every demonic assignment sent to blind, deceive, delay, distract, or destroy them. 💥Destroy every resistance to the Holy Spirit—every quenched conviction, delayed obedience, and HARDENED HEART!!! Father, we ask that You would remove the veil from their eyes. 👉🏼Let scales fall. 👉🏼Let truth pierce through every layer of deception. 👉🏼Let hearts be softened where they have grown calloused. 🕊️Holy Spirit, we ask You to pursue them relentlessly, yet gently! ✅Meet them in dreams and in the moments of silence. Meet them in the middle of their pain and in the questions they cannot escape! ✅Cause divine interruptions! Send sisters and brothers across their path who speak truth with love! ✅Remove influences that keep them bound! Expose what is false and collapse what is built on sand! Lord Jesus, reveal Yourself to them as You truly are—not religion, not control, not condemnation, but —The Way, The Truth and The Life!! 👉🏼Let them feel the weight of eternity—not terror, but urgency. Let them hunger for truth and become restless in sin and unable to find peace apart from You! 📖Your Word is clear: Eternity is real, hell is real! Salvation is NOW!!! FATHER, SAVE THEM, BEFORE THE TRIBULATION BEGINS!!! 🔥Pull them back from the edge! Rescue them from a destiny they were never created for! Let this be the moment where fear gives way to repentance, and repentance gives way to salvation!! 👉🏼We declare that today is the day of salvation! 👉🏼We declare that mercy still stands! 👉🏼We declare that the cross is ENOUGH! 👉🏼We stand on Your promises! That You draw all people to Yourself, that Your arm is not too short to save, and that You leave the ninety-nine to go after the one!! Even when we do not see it, even when nothing seems to change, we trust that You are working behind the scenes! 🤲🏼We place our loved ones fully into Your hands!! 👆🏼We declare that salvation belongs to You! 👆🏼We declare that chains will break! 👆🏼We declare that prodigals will return! 👆🏼We declare that what the enemy meant for evil, You will turn for good! 🩸Cover them with the blood of Jesus. Protect them from deception and from taking the MARK OF THE BEAST! Preserve them until the moment You bring them home! 🙏🏼Lord, we pray that if they are not saved before You come, then during the Tribulation may they see the light of Christ shining brighter than ever before. Draw them to Yourself, seeking refuge in Your grace and finding hope in Your promises. Help them remember the truth they have heard today. Use the testimony of the two witnesses, the 144,000, and the three angels to awaken their hearts and lead them to repentance and faith. Surround them with believers who will encourage them, strengthen them, and point them to Jesus. Let Your Holy Spirit work powerfully in their hearts until they surrender completely to You. 💙 Lord... You also see us!! You see the ones who have been praying for years. The ones who cry for the same people over and over again. The ones who have watched loved ones reject You... again and again. Lord... we're tired. 👉🏼Some of us are running on empty. Some of us wonder if anything we say even matters anymore. Some of us have become discouraged watching this world grow darker by the day. You hear us constantly whisper every day saying, "Lord... I just want to come Home!!!!" Lift us up today, strengthen our weary hearts. Fill us again with Your Holy Spirit. 🛎️Remind us that You are still saving. 🛎️Remind us that You are still pursuing them. 🛎️Remind us that You are still working behind the scenes—even when we can't see it. ❌Don't let us grow cold. ❌Don't let us become distracted. ❌Don't let us lose our urgency. ❌Don't let us stop praying. ❌Don't let us stop sharing the Gospel. 🔥Give us boldness! 🔥Give us endurance! 🔥Give us fresh fire for these last moments before You come! Lord... if there's one more person You want us to reach... give us the strength to stand in the gap one more time... 🙌🏼We thank You in advance for what You are already doing—even now. To You alone belong all the glory, all the honor, all the praise, and all the power, forever and ever! ....and Lord, PLEASE COME!!!! We pray in the mighty Name of Jesus Christ! Amen. MARANATHA! COME, LORD JESUS, COME!!!🤍
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🔊 CHURCH: THIS IS WHAT THE ENEMY DOESN'T WANT US TO DO TODAY!! He wants us distracted, discouraged, exhausted, and spiritually worn out because he knows that when God's people pray, God moves! Just as Abraham pleaded for Sodom, and Moses stood in the gap for Israel, let’s stand in the gap today for our family, friends, neighbors, and all who are still lost. This is where the battle is! We're living in the final seconds of the Age of Grace!! LET'S STAND IN THE GAP ONE MORE TIME WHILE THERE IS STILL TIME!!! Lord,🕊️ We come before You in the name of Jesus—not in our own wisdom or strength, but covered by the blood of the Lamb—we declare that You are the God who seeks and saves the lost, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance and eternal life with You!!! 🔥So many today are walking toward this fire—unaware or unwilling to turn! 👉🏼This is where rebellion leads. This is where deception ends. This is where excuses are stripped away! 🔁Father, we stand in the gap now—while there is still breath, while mercy is still available, while repentance is still possible! 👉🏼We present before You our mothers and fathers, wives and husbands, sisters and brothers, nieces and nephews, cousins, aunts and uncles, friends, neighbors, and all who are deceived; all who are hardened; all who are wounded; all who are bound by sin, fear, pride, trauma, addictions, false beliefs, or false peace!!! ⚔️In the authority of Jesus Christ, we stand against every work of the enemy assigned against their souls. We ask You to bind every spirit of deception, confusion, blindness, rebellion, pride, unbelief, false doctrine, false religion, and false peace. 🪢Lord, silence every lie that exalts itself against the knowledge of God—every false identity and every argument raised against the truth! 💣Tear down every idol exalted above You: love of self, love of comfort, love of pleasure, love of money, love of the world, and every identity not rooted in Christ alone! Tear down every stronghold built in their minds: 👉🏼strongholds of trauma, 👉🏼strongholds of fear and anxiety, 👉🏼strongholds of shame, guilt, and condemnation, 👉🏼strongholds of bitterness, offense, resentment, and unforgiveness, 👉🏼strongholds of rebellion and stubbornness, 👉🏼strongholds of self-sufficiency and control, 👉🏼strongholds of hopelessness, despair, and fatalism. 💣Tear down every false belief formed through pain, loss, abuse, disappointment, or deception. 💥Break every agreement—knowingly or unknowingly—with lies spoken over them, lies they believed, and lies passed down generationally!! ❌Lord, cancel every repeating cycle of bondage, addiction, immorality, unbelief, broken relationships, and destruction! 💣Break the power of every fear—fear of surrender, fear of truth, fear of obedience, fear of rejection, fear of loss, and fear of DEATH! ⚔️Break every bond of addiction, lust, perversion, escapism, and hidden sin!!! ❌Cancel every word spoken over them that contradicts Your truth. ❌Cancel every generational pattern that keeps repeating destruction. ❌Cancel every demonic assignment sent to blind, deceive, delay, distract, or destroy them. 💥Destroy every resistance to the Holy Spirit—every quenched conviction, delayed obedience, and HARDENED HEART!!! Father, we ask that You would remove the veil from their eyes. 👉🏼Let scales fall. 👉🏼Let truth pierce through every layer of deception. 👉🏼Let hearts be softened where they have grown calloused. 🕊️Holy Spirit, we ask You to pursue them relentlessly, yet gently! ✅Meet them in dreams and in the moments of silence. Meet them in the middle of their pain and in the questions they cannot escape! ✅Cause divine interruptions! Send sisters and brothers across their path who speak truth with love! ✅Remove influences that keep them bound! Expose what is false and collapse what is built on sand! Lord Jesus, reveal Yourself to them as You truly are—not religion, not control, not condemnation, but —The Way, The Truth and The Life!! 👉🏼Let them feel the weight of eternity—not terror, but urgency. Let them hunger for truth and become restless in sin and unable to find peace apart from You! 📖Your Word is clear: Eternity is real, hell is real! Salvation is NOW!!! FATHER, SAVE THEM, BEFORE THE TRIBULATION BEGINS!!! 🔥Pull them back from the edge! Rescue them from a destiny they were never created for! Let this be the moment where fear gives way to repentance, and repentance gives way to salvation!! 👉🏼We declare that today is the day of salvation! 👉🏼We declare that mercy still stands! 👉🏼We declare that the cross is ENOUGH! 👉🏼We stand on Your promises! That You draw all people to Yourself, that Your arm is not too short to save, and that You leave the ninety-nine to go after the one!! Even when we do not see it, even when nothing seems to change, we trust that You are working behind the scenes! 🤲🏼We place our loved ones fully into Your hands!! 👆🏼We declare that salvation belongs to You! 👆🏼We declare that chains will break! 👆🏼We declare that prodigals will return! 👆🏼We declare that what the enemy meant for evil, You will turn for good! 🩸Cover them with the blood of Jesus. Protect them from deception and from taking the MARK OF THE BEAST! Preserve them until the moment You bring them home! 🙏🏼Lord, we pray that if they are not saved before You come, then during the Tribulation may they see the light of Christ shining brighter than ever before. Draw them to Yourself, seeking refuge in Your grace and finding hope in Your promises. Help them remember the truth they have heard today. Use the testimony of the two witnesses, the 144,000, and the three angels to awaken their hearts and lead them to repentance and faith. Surround them with believers who will encourage them, strengthen them, and point them to Jesus. Let Your Holy Spirit work powerfully in their hearts until they surrender completely to You. 💙 Lord... You also see us!! You see the ones who have been praying for years. The ones who cry for the same people over and over again. The ones who have watched loved ones reject You... again and again. Lord... we're tired. 👉🏼Some of us are running on empty. Some of us wonder if anything we say even matters anymore. Some of us have become discouraged watching this world grow darker by the day. You hear us constantly whisper every day saying, "Lord... I just want to come Home!!!!" Lift us up today, strengthen our weary hearts. Fill us again with Your Holy Spirit. 🛎️Remind us that You are still saving. 🛎️Remind us that You are still pursuing them. 🛎️Remind us that You are still working behind the scenes—even when we can't see it. ❌Don't let us grow cold. ❌Don't let us become distracted. ❌Don't let us lose our urgency. ❌Don't let us stop praying. ❌Don't let us stop sharing the Gospel. 🔥Give us boldness! 🔥Give us endurance! 🔥Give us fresh fire for these last moments before You come! Lord... if there's one more person You want us to reach... give us the strength to stand in the gap one more time... 🙌🏼We thank You in advance for what You are already doing—even now. To You alone belong all the glory, all the honor, all the praise, and all the power, forever and ever! ....and Lord, PLEASE COME!!!! We pray in the mighty Name of Jesus Christ! Amen. MARANATHA! COME, LORD JESUS, COME!!!🤍

Maranatha777

23,818 просмотров • 21 дней назад

The Unfinished March: A Protest Story. I remember the cold mornings of Shaheenbagh. The air was thick not just with fog, but with fear. I saw it in the eyes of the speakers... the quiet dread before they stepped to the mic. They knew that a single word could land them in a case file, or worse, in a cell. I remember Umar Khalid, Khalid Saifi, and Sharjeel Imam being detained. I remember the volunteers receiving notices through WhatsApp, the silent threats that arrived in the dead of night. सुशांत सिंह sushant singh ‏سشانت سنگھ Swara Bhasker Rana Ayyub Yet, they stood. Not because they were fearless, but because they chose bravery over fear. I remember Fahad Ahmad after he spoke, leaping from a school gate to escape a different route. I remember Prashant Kanojiya (when he was sane) being whisked away through back alleys just to keep him safe. Their courage wasn’t loud... it was the quiet defiance of people who knew the price of truth and paid it anyway. Today, the landscape has changed. The same speakers now take the center stage freely. No detentions, no midnight knocks. The authorities are celebrating. The media is smiling. But my heart is heavy. Because while the organisers are safe, the common man.. the student, the worker, the everyday citizen... Is still being beaten by security personnel. The batons have not been retired; they have simply been redirected. The fear has not disappeared.. it has just changed faces. And that is why we are not celebrating. Justice is not done. Not yet. #Azaadi
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The Unfinished March: A Protest Story. I remember the cold mornings of Shaheenbagh. The air was thick not just with fog, but with fear. I saw it in the eyes of the speakers... the quiet dread before they stepped to the mic. They knew that a single word could land them in a case file, or worse, in a cell. I remember Umar Khalid, Khalid Saifi, and Sharjeel Imam being detained. I remember the volunteers receiving notices through WhatsApp, the silent threats that arrived in the dead of night. सुशांत सिंह sushant singh ‏سشانت سنگھ Swara Bhasker Rana Ayyub Yet, they stood. Not because they were fearless, but because they chose bravery over fear. I remember Fahad Ahmad after he spoke, leaping from a school gate to escape a different route. I remember Prashant Kanojiya (when he was sane) being whisked away through back alleys just to keep him safe. Their courage wasn’t loud... it was the quiet defiance of people who knew the price of truth and paid it anyway. Today, the landscape has changed. The same speakers now take the center stage freely. No detentions, no midnight knocks. The authorities are celebrating. The media is smiling. But my heart is heavy. Because while the organisers are safe, the common man.. the student, the worker, the everyday citizen... Is still being beaten by security personnel. The batons have not been retired; they have simply been redirected. The fear has not disappeared.. it has just changed faces. And that is why we are not celebrating. Justice is not done. Not yet. #Azaadi

Fahad Munawwar 🇵🇸

11,540 просмотров • 1 месяц назад

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

SiriusB

15,437 просмотров • 4 месяцев назад

🚨🎙️Liam Rosenior on Andrey santos signing for Manchester United "Andrey is going to have a magnificent career. People forget how young he really is because he plays like he's 32. I call him 'Dunga' because of the intelligence and maturity he shows every single game. His understanding of football is exceptional, and that's something you simply can't teach." "Look at his numbers—they're outstanding. Goals, duels won, recoveries, interceptions—his stats are through the roof. But what impresses me even more are the things that don't always appear on the stat sheet." "He's an intangibles player. He fills spaces before anyone else sees the danger, makes the pass before the assist, covers teammates without being asked, and constantly puts others in positions to succeed. Those little details are what separate very good players from truly special ones." "He's completely selfless. He makes everyone around him better because he always puts the team first. That's a rare quality in modern football." *"I'm convinced Andrey Santos is going to have an outstanding career. He's already showing leadership, intelligence, and composure far beyond his years. A magnificent player with an even brighter future ahead of him." #MUFC
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🚨🎙️Liam Rosenior on Andrey santos signing for Manchester United "Andrey is going to have a magnificent career. People forget how young he really is because he plays like he's 32. I call him 'Dunga' because of the intelligence and maturity he shows every single game. His understanding of football is exceptional, and that's something you simply can't teach." "Look at his numbers—they're outstanding. Goals, duels won, recoveries, interceptions—his stats are through the roof. But what impresses me even more are the things that don't always appear on the stat sheet." "He's an intangibles player. He fills spaces before anyone else sees the danger, makes the pass before the assist, covers teammates without being asked, and constantly puts others in positions to succeed. Those little details are what separate very good players from truly special ones." "He's completely selfless. He makes everyone around him better because he always puts the team first. That's a rare quality in modern football." *"I'm convinced Andrey Santos is going to have an outstanding career. He's already showing leadership, intelligence, and composure far beyond his years. A magnificent player with an even brighter future ahead of him." #MUFC

Hk🐐🇵🇹🇯🇵

374,860 просмотров • 1 месяц назад

Since my account is somewhat anonymous I’m going to disclose where some of the California high-speed rail money gets wasted. 99% of you don’t realize where giant chunks of the money is disappearing to. The California high-speed rail authority, literally owns thousands of parcels of land that are in various stages continued litigation, tenant improvements, eviction, and constant maintenance. For example, there are many homes and apartment complexes in the plant path that have been purchased years ahead of construction. Removing those tenants is a slow and expensive process. (let’s ignore the extra stress on housing that all of these destroyed properties are causing) In some cases, these are low rent apartments with a lengthy eviction process During that process, the state of California is the landlord and has to maintain the property codes the same as any other landlord. This means repairs, adding smoke detectors, fixing roofs, vegetation management, landscaping, paying off tenants to leave early, boarding up Windows, constant trash cleanups, towing vehicles etc. But the High Speed Rail Authority doesn’t just have to maintain these properties at normal cost. Every single bit of that work has to be done at California prevailing wage rates. The work can only be done through qualified contractors that have passed through a long series of idiotic mazes to qualify to perform the work. An average rate per hour (charge rate) for a worker to perform any service on these properties is approximately $200 an hour for labor only. The cost go up for specialized work, like electricians, plumbers, or machine operators. Properties that are literally worthless are being maintained at huge expense just so the next round of homeless transients can break into the property and cause more damage. For reasons I can’t explain, the process to finally demo and remove the structures takes years. I’m only mentioning the tip of the iceberg regarding my firsthand knowledge. Completely separate from those outlandish costs are the inflation caused by the construction. The prevailing word on the street is that nothing is getting done. The truth is that a lot is getting done and none of it efficiently. The amount of concrete being poured daily and monthly to build gigantic overpasses for both the rail and roadways is not understood. In these work areas, every concrete mixing company is fully scheduled out and cannot offer building materials for other basic services such as building a house often times for weeks when the average lead time for many of these services used to be one day. And that’s just the schedule, never mind the huge cost increases from straining the supply chain and Labor pool. The amount of concrete and steel that has gone into the structures so far is massive. Dozens and dozens of new water wells have been dug just for dust control. Thousands upon thousands of acres of highly productive tree fruits and nuts have been torn up and shredded. Utility scale solar fields have been uprooted and sometimes relocated at extravagant costs. Every type of business you can imagine has gone through either a closure, relocation, or a long-term tenant agreement with the rail authority. In some cases, it’s just a buyout where the business closes its doors forever. The owners get something all of the workers get nothing. Don’t get me started on how thick the layers of bureaucracy are for these minute tasks that occur on all of these properties. The inefficiency is far beyond your wildest dreams. In many cases, this is not related to fraud in any way it’s just absolute ignorance, red tape, and failed leadership. I can go much deeper into specific examples, but I think that gives some of you an idea of what’s actually happening in California. If a rail is ever usable, some portions of the structures will be decades old and already in disrepair.
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Since my account is somewhat anonymous I’m going to disclose where some of the California high-speed rail money gets wasted. 99% of you don’t realize where giant chunks of the money is disappearing to. The California high-speed rail authority, literally owns thousands of parcels of land that are in various stages continued litigation, tenant improvements, eviction, and constant maintenance. For example, there are many homes and apartment complexes in the plant path that have been purchased years ahead of construction. Removing those tenants is a slow and expensive process. (let’s ignore the extra stress on housing that all of these destroyed properties are causing) In some cases, these are low rent apartments with a lengthy eviction process During that process, the state of California is the landlord and has to maintain the property codes the same as any other landlord. This means repairs, adding smoke detectors, fixing roofs, vegetation management, landscaping, paying off tenants to leave early, boarding up Windows, constant trash cleanups, towing vehicles etc. But the High Speed Rail Authority doesn’t just have to maintain these properties at normal cost. Every single bit of that work has to be done at California prevailing wage rates. The work can only be done through qualified contractors that have passed through a long series of idiotic mazes to qualify to perform the work. An average rate per hour (charge rate) for a worker to perform any service on these properties is approximately $200 an hour for labor only. The cost go up for specialized work, like electricians, plumbers, or machine operators. Properties that are literally worthless are being maintained at huge expense just so the next round of homeless transients can break into the property and cause more damage. For reasons I can’t explain, the process to finally demo and remove the structures takes years. I’m only mentioning the tip of the iceberg regarding my firsthand knowledge. Completely separate from those outlandish costs are the inflation caused by the construction. The prevailing word on the street is that nothing is getting done. The truth is that a lot is getting done and none of it efficiently. The amount of concrete being poured daily and monthly to build gigantic overpasses for both the rail and roadways is not understood. In these work areas, every concrete mixing company is fully scheduled out and cannot offer building materials for other basic services such as building a house often times for weeks when the average lead time for many of these services used to be one day. And that’s just the schedule, never mind the huge cost increases from straining the supply chain and Labor pool. The amount of concrete and steel that has gone into the structures so far is massive. Dozens and dozens of new water wells have been dug just for dust control. Thousands upon thousands of acres of highly productive tree fruits and nuts have been torn up and shredded. Utility scale solar fields have been uprooted and sometimes relocated at extravagant costs. Every type of business you can imagine has gone through either a closure, relocation, or a long-term tenant agreement with the rail authority. In some cases, it’s just a buyout where the business closes its doors forever. The owners get something all of the workers get nothing. Don’t get me started on how thick the layers of bureaucracy are for these minute tasks that occur on all of these properties. The inefficiency is far beyond your wildest dreams. In many cases, this is not related to fraud in any way it’s just absolute ignorance, red tape, and failed leadership. I can go much deeper into specific examples, but I think that gives some of you an idea of what’s actually happening in California. If a rail is ever usable, some portions of the structures will be decades old and already in disrepair.

No Safe Words

271,640 просмотров • 5 месяцев назад

Seeing this video truly breaks my heart! It is heartbreaking to know that someone had the great opportunity to meet Cortis, yet chose to overlook one of the members 💔 Look at his gentle expression, he had his brightest smile prepared just to greet you, but he was left unnoticed. What did he do to deserve that? Even if time was fleeting or the crowd was moving quickly, simply calling out his name would have meant everything. 😔 Cortis consists of only five members, and it would be so wonderful if we could cherish every single one of them. Even if he isn’t your bias, could you at least give him some respect? I understand that everyone invests a great deal into these tickets and has every right to choose who they wish to interact with. Yet, as compassionate human beings, it is deeply sorrowful to see someone so young and full of pure enthusiasm be intentionally ignored. It truly hurts to witness. 😔 He also poured his heart and soul into his hard work to debut with Cortis. He is such a kind-hearted soul, always deeply polite and incredibly devoted to his fans. He truly deserves to receive that same love in return! Personally, as a Keonho fan, I feel so sad and deeply disappointed. How must he feel? I sincerely hope BigHit considers retiring this hi-bye benefit, as it ultimately brings more heartache than joy! #KEONHO #건호
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Seeing this video truly breaks my heart! It is heartbreaking to know that someone had the great opportunity to meet Cortis, yet chose to overlook one of the members 💔 Look at his gentle expression, he had his brightest smile prepared just to greet you, but he was left unnoticed. What did he do to deserve that? Even if time was fleeting or the crowd was moving quickly, simply calling out his name would have meant everything. 😔 Cortis consists of only five members, and it would be so wonderful if we could cherish every single one of them. Even if he isn’t your bias, could you at least give him some respect? I understand that everyone invests a great deal into these tickets and has every right to choose who they wish to interact with. Yet, as compassionate human beings, it is deeply sorrowful to see someone so young and full of pure enthusiasm be intentionally ignored. It truly hurts to witness. 😔 He also poured his heart and soul into his hard work to debut with Cortis. He is such a kind-hearted soul, always deeply polite and incredibly devoted to his fans. He truly deserves to receive that same love in return! Personally, as a Keonho fan, I feel so sad and deeply disappointed. How must he feel? I sincerely hope BigHit considers retiring this hi-bye benefit, as it ultimately brings more heartache than joy! #KEONHO #건호

𝐊𝐇.𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞

400,477 просмотров • 22 дней назад

Jungkook’s live caused a storm, both of praise and of criticism. And as I watch all of this, I feel both pride and a deep sense of anger. I am proud that he is real. And I want to say this loudly because it matters. #Jungkook does not try to fit into someone else’s invented standard of the "perfect idol". He does not hide behind a mask of flawlessness, nor does he build a cold, sterile image where there is no room for weakness, emotion, or ordinary human life. He allows us to see him as he truly is tired, happy, relaxed, thoughtful. He is not afraid to be unpolished, imperfect, or inconvenient. Do you realize how much strength that takes, especially when you are an idol from whom only perfection and sparkle under the spotlight are expected? Yesterday he was alive. He laughed. He talked. He spent time with his brother and his friend. He was free, without tension, without constantly monitoring every word, without fear of being misunderstood. There was such honesty in that, something that cannot be faked. Jungkook is a grown man. He can allow himself to relax. He can be imperfect. And yet he remains the same person who has spent years proving his discipline, dedication to his work and responsibility to the stage and to his fans. Someone who works tirelessly every day, setting high goals and achieving them. He has never denied that he drinks or smokes. More than that, yesterday he openly spoke about the enormous effort he put into quitting smoking. That takes real strength. True strength. Not the kind shown for the camera or for appearances. The kind that comes from fighting with yourself, confronting your weaknesses and not hiding that process. Those who have gone through something similar know how hard it is. I know it because I smoke myself. And that is why I respect him even more. He is not obligated to be a saint. He is not obligated to be convenient. He is not obligated to live according to someone else’s expectations. He has the right to be human... to have joy, mistakes, habits, and growth. It is this honesty that makes him strong. It is this openness that sets him apart from so many. And I love and respect him even more for it ❤️ Everything else is just noise from those who cannot accept that their idol is not a statue but a living, real human being. To the antis and haters, I have nothing to say. He already told you everything yesterday. My incredible, strongest, most talented and brilliant idol said it himself... through his calm, confidence and honesty. Without tantrums, excuses and trying to please everyone. Regarding K-fans, especially those who are now "deeply offended and outraged" … don’t be hypocrites! In Korea, alcohol is almost a cultural institution and smoking is widespread everywhere. If you want idols not to drink or smoke, start with yourself. Start with the system. Start by banning smoking and alcohol at the national level. Only then will you have the right to voice your complaints. Until then, if you yourself drink, smoke and enjoy it, shut your mouth and don’t dare tell a grown adult how to live their life. Do you even understand how many real problems in the industry he exposes every time he goes live, speaks, or acts? How many prejudices, double standards and deeply ingrained biases surface just because this man allows himself to be himself? He is not intentionally exposing anything. He simply lives openly. And that openness reflects the system back at itself. For years, idols were idealized to the point of becoming porcelain dolls. They could not have tattoos, not sing certain songs, not say what they truly felt, not dress how they wanted, not openly drink or smoke, not go to public places without fear of judgment. No, no, no..... So many restrictions, rules and levers of control. WE LOVE YOU JUNGKOOK ❤️ ⬇️ Comments
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Jungkook’s live caused a storm, both of praise and of criticism. And as I watch all of this, I feel both pride and a deep sense of anger. I am proud that he is real. And I want to say this loudly because it matters. #Jungkook does not try to fit into someone else’s invented standard of the "perfect idol". He does not hide behind a mask of flawlessness, nor does he build a cold, sterile image where there is no room for weakness, emotion, or ordinary human life. He allows us to see him as he truly is tired, happy, relaxed, thoughtful. He is not afraid to be unpolished, imperfect, or inconvenient. Do you realize how much strength that takes, especially when you are an idol from whom only perfection and sparkle under the spotlight are expected? Yesterday he was alive. He laughed. He talked. He spent time with his brother and his friend. He was free, without tension, without constantly monitoring every word, without fear of being misunderstood. There was such honesty in that, something that cannot be faked. Jungkook is a grown man. He can allow himself to relax. He can be imperfect. And yet he remains the same person who has spent years proving his discipline, dedication to his work and responsibility to the stage and to his fans. Someone who works tirelessly every day, setting high goals and achieving them. He has never denied that he drinks or smokes. More than that, yesterday he openly spoke about the enormous effort he put into quitting smoking. That takes real strength. True strength. Not the kind shown for the camera or for appearances. The kind that comes from fighting with yourself, confronting your weaknesses and not hiding that process. Those who have gone through something similar know how hard it is. I know it because I smoke myself. And that is why I respect him even more. He is not obligated to be a saint. He is not obligated to be convenient. He is not obligated to live according to someone else’s expectations. He has the right to be human... to have joy, mistakes, habits, and growth. It is this honesty that makes him strong. It is this openness that sets him apart from so many. And I love and respect him even more for it ❤️ Everything else is just noise from those who cannot accept that their idol is not a statue but a living, real human being. To the antis and haters, I have nothing to say. He already told you everything yesterday. My incredible, strongest, most talented and brilliant idol said it himself... through his calm, confidence and honesty. Without tantrums, excuses and trying to please everyone. Regarding K-fans, especially those who are now "deeply offended and outraged" … don’t be hypocrites! In Korea, alcohol is almost a cultural institution and smoking is widespread everywhere. If you want idols not to drink or smoke, start with yourself. Start with the system. Start by banning smoking and alcohol at the national level. Only then will you have the right to voice your complaints. Until then, if you yourself drink, smoke and enjoy it, shut your mouth and don’t dare tell a grown adult how to live their life. Do you even understand how many real problems in the industry he exposes every time he goes live, speaks, or acts? How many prejudices, double standards and deeply ingrained biases surface just because this man allows himself to be himself? He is not intentionally exposing anything. He simply lives openly. And that openness reflects the system back at itself. For years, idols were idealized to the point of becoming porcelain dolls. They could not have tattoos, not sing certain songs, not say what they truly felt, not dress how they wanted, not openly drink or smoke, not go to public places without fear of judgment. No, no, no..... So many restrictions, rules and levers of control. WE LOVE YOU JUNGKOOK ❤️ ⬇️ Comments

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