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Vedhika is here ๐Ÿฅต๐Ÿ˜ป๐Ÿ˜ฎโ€๐Ÿ’จ uff those fresh lips was completely given ๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿ‘…๐Ÿคฉ her dominating level ๐ŸŽš๏ธ๐Ÿฅต๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ”ฅ top notch especially her outfit damn tempting that full body frame uff her side boobs and likable armpits ๐Ÿ’ฅ ๐Ÿฅต๐Ÿ˜‹ will be next level

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The โ€œI never wanted this publicโ€ lie Aidanโ€™s post yesterday claimed he โ€œnever wanted this to be public.โ€ If this were true, why did he instruct Chelsea to post it? Why did he share it with Jess Machado to threaten me with for the last month? Why did he share it with Joe Flipperhead, and God knows who else? If he didnโ€™t want it public, he wouldnโ€™t have shared it with anyone, let alone the girl I caught him cheating with. The timeline is clearโ€“ Chelsea posted a video at 11:08 pm on Thanksgiving Eve, I responded at 11:50 out of self defense. He leaked first. He escalated first. He weaponized it first. Trying to rewrite that now is gaslighting, pure and simple. He's been lighting matches behind the scenes for months, praying for this to go public. The โ€œMeredith accused him of abuseโ€ narrative is FALSE My actions tell the truth: โ€ข I never went to police. โ€ข I never filed anything. โ€ข I never told anyone he hit me. โ€ข I never repeated it. โ€ข I apologized the next day. โ€ข We stayed together for FOUR more months after that night. โ€ข He called me 100+ times some days, even indicating heโ€™d end his life if we broke up. If he believed I was โ€œdangerous,โ€ his actions would have said that. They didnโ€™t. The only reason this is public now is because HE leaked it. Actions > drunk slurred words said because a camera was shoved in my face when I asked him repeatedly to stop filming and to leave. The Wilbur Theatre Rumorsโ€”Letโ€™s get petty for a second. This is another topic Iโ€™m cringing at discussing but we can thank Aidan for since he shared our sexual messages with Joe Flipperhead. And since some people (Auntie Deb, sweetie, this means you) insist on pushing their Dollar Store fan-fiction about the Wilbur Theatre night, letโ€™s actually walk through what happened, using facts instead of whatever drug-induced hallucinations youโ€™ve been spinning this week. The rumor goes like this- I was โ€œmad at Aidan because we didnโ€™t hook up,โ€ and to โ€œproveโ€ it, they trot out a cherry-picked text where I said I wanted to hook up, he didnโ€™t answer, and the next morning I said I was drunk and sorry. And somehow this has been spun into me being desperate, obsessed, or pining like a background character in a teenage soap opera. Adorable. Wrong, but adorable. Hereโ€™s the real plot twist-Aidan and I had already been together literally two days earlier, and shocker-that was initiated by him, not me. I didnโ€™t just โ€œshow up at the Wilburโ€. He invited me to come to the after party at Encore knowing I had a wedding earlier in the night. I wanted to see my friends there who I actually met to go with. This wasnโ€™t a surprise, it was planned ahead of time. The โ€œI was drunk, sorryโ€ message wasnโ€™t heartbreak. It wasnโ€™t longing. It was me politely tapping the brakes because I didnโ€™t even want to entertain whatever bad path it could lead us back down. And then? He texted me asking about my brotherโ€™s wedding, how I am, etc. I ignored him for a full week. Until I had no choice but to speak to him about MereNeill. That silence, from me, is what triggered his latest meltdown. Not mine. His. So no, Auntie Deb, your version isnโ€™t โ€œa different perspective.โ€ Itโ€™s just wrong. Like wildly, hilariously, not-even-in-the-ballpark wrong. But sure, keep spinning fanfic if it makes your livestreams feel more exciting. I realize itโ€™s probably been awhile since youโ€™ve had any action since youโ€™ve let yourself go so badly, so you live vicariously through others. Recap For MONTHS I ignored: โ€ข the texts he sent Joe to leak โ€ข the smear campaign โ€ข the creators parroting lies โ€ข the behind-the-scenes messages โ€ข the insinuations I hacked him and even shared revenge porn โ€ข the constant coordinated attacks โ€ข the threats of โ€œturning me into the next Lindseyโ€ โ€ข his warning that everyone would believe him because of his platform โ€ข the threats to contact my employer I didnโ€™t clap back, didnโ€™t retaliate, didnโ€™t respond. But Wednesday, when Chelsea dumped the video he gave her, the same video she threatened weeks ago to drop, AND he posted pretending he didnโ€™t want this all out? That was the line. They chose the nuclear option. Now Iโ€™m responding with facts in pure self-defense. Conclusion/Message for Temu Storm This entire mess could have stayed private. I wanted it to stay private. But when someone leaks your private moments, lies about your intentions, weaponizes your past, and coordinates an online attack, you either let the false narrative stand or you defend yourself. Iโ€™m choosing to defend myself with receipts, not gossip. With timelines, not โ€œhe said.โ€ With evidence, not weaponized drunk clips. And then thereโ€™s Aidanโ€™s favorite delusion. The claim that I was โ€˜working with Karen behind the scenesโ€™ or โ€˜conspiring with her to get him in trouble for the recording.โ€™ That could not be further from the truth. I didnโ€™t even know he had recorded her until after she already knew about it herself. I wasnโ€™t working with her, plotting with her, or communicating with her about it. She and I have always been friendly, but we didnโ€™t even discuss the recording until it started leaking and Joe Flipperhead went feral on Twitter. Meanwhile, Aidan spent weeks screaming at me, accusing me of being some kind of secret double agent, like he was trying to create the betrayal he was terrified of. Almost a self-fulfilling prophecy. And hereโ€™s the reality: in the last few weeks, after heโ€™s gone fully scorched earth on me, I have talked to her, and I support her 100%. The things heโ€™s done to her over the past couple years, and the way he twisted it all for his followers, is the exact same manipulation I lived through. Iโ€™m not going into her details because thatโ€™s her story to tellโ€ฆ but letโ€™s just say I have a feeling youโ€™ll be hearing it sooner rather than later. And since this week has apparently become โ€œLetโ€™s All Fixate on Meredith Week,โ€ let me address the content-creator sideshow, too. Some of you are strangers, while some I actually considered my friends. Itโ€™s shocking but not shocking how quickly you all flip a switch and follow your captainโ€™s orders. Ray from Dallas spent his Sunday foaming at the mouth in a hostile little video about me, all bark, no substance. I saw it. Iโ€™m not intimidated. Mostly, Iโ€™m embarrassed for you. And your family(ies) will feel the same when your ass is doxxed next week. Canโ€™t wait to tAkE tHaT WaLk with you! Then thereโ€™s Will, whoโ€™s gone on multiple streams calling me โ€œcrazyโ€ and pretending heโ€™s scared of me, despite me being nothing but nice to him. Why? Because he thinks I was the first one to tell Karen he heard the recording, which he absolutely did (unless Aidan is lying about who he played it for, but we know heโ€™s actually telling the truth on this for once). She was informed of it the very next day, which is why she called you and you know this. This was two full days before I was even aware of a call at all. Will, for someone with your track record, maybe sit the โ€œwomen are dangerousโ€ narrative out. Youโ€™re not fooling anyone. Iโ€™m staring at 15 pages of police reports and no, itโ€™s not all โ€œthings youโ€™ve owned up for in the pastโ€. You know this. Again, Iโ€™d take a very large seat here. And then my personal favorite-ex-fake friend Auntie Deb, who decided to spice up his Spaces on Thanksgiving by accusing me of distributing revenge porn with zero evidence, zero screenshots, zero anything. A completely fabricated felony tossed around like itโ€™s gossip hour at the bingo hall. Considering your own professional history, James, Iโ€™d hope you of all people would understand how catastrophic false accusations can be, but apparently not. It would be a shame if I were to share the real reason around your separation at the middle school and how you wanted to bring Turtlenoy into it. This is all based on the several witnesses Iโ€™ve spoken to. See how that works? You announce things as fact based on something someone told you. I wonder if youโ€™ll have that same enthusiasm when the topic is you. TBD. Iโ€™ll wait for that retraction about revenge porn. Ballโ€™s in your court hun. And of course, thereโ€™s Jessica Machado, whoโ€™s been grinding this axe for months like itโ€™s her full-time personality. Hos long did you cry when Chelsea beat you to the punch with that video? Donโ€™t worry hun, thereโ€™s more but she didnโ€™t post it because itโ€™s not great for your fairytale. If you thought the fall-out of Kateโ€™s video was bad, Jessicaโ€ฆstay tuned. I may have been momentarily distracted dealing with the chaos from Temu Chelsea, but thereโ€™s an army of your victims out there that are eager and ready for your downfall. The false claim that I shared โ€œrevenge porn,โ€ the conspiracy theories, the wild accusations you present as fact, all of it. The 10+ streams youโ€™ve now defamed me on. Youโ€™ve been so obsessed with me for so long that you canโ€™t even keep your own narratives straight anymore. I love this so much for you. Let me be crystal clearโ€“I am done being all of your punching bag. You love to spin this narrative that Iโ€™m this dangerous person. Youโ€™d think youโ€™d lay off from constantly f*cking with me if you truly believed that. I would genuinely love for this nonsense to stop. But that requires ALL of you to stop manufacturing drama, stop lying, and stop weaponizing made-up crimes for clicks. And if they want to keep going? Iโ€™ve got plenty of content for many seasons to come.

Meredith O

16,962 views โ€ข 7 months ago

Seedance 2.0 on Higgsfield AI. The quality here is outstanding, and the creative control is on another level. This feels remarkably close to real-world music video production. Full open-sourced prompts and assets below ๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿป Prompt: SEGMENT 3 of 10 of one continuous music video โ€” Act II begins: new location, new outfit. is the performer โ€” same identity: cornrow braids into long dark curls, silver chain-drop earring, gold pendant necklace, glossy lips. is WARDROBE REFERENCE ONLY (ignore mannequin head): hot-pink halter bandana top with white lettering, grey acid-wash ultra-wide baggy jeans with star studs, black studded belt, chain bracelets, rings, pink manicure. is the master track โ€” the only audio. PRECISE LIPSYNC โ€” TOP PRIORITY, face sharp on every word (this is the FIRST CHORUS โ€” maximum charisma): 0.0โ€“1.0 "...just got bars on a cracked phone" 1.5โ€“2.5 "I walk in, heads drop, that's respect" 2.5โ€“3.5 "I don't chase what's mine, I collect" 3.5โ€“4.5 "If I said it then I'm standing on the check" 4.5โ€“5.5 "Say it with your chest or keep it on the deck" 5.5โ€“6.0 "Ay!" 6.0โ€“7.0 "I walk in, whole room get tense" 7.0โ€“10.0 continue the chorus flow lines exactly with the vocal 10.5โ€“14.5 continue rap flow with the vocal to the end 14.5โ€“15.0 instrumental, closed mouth. FILM CONTEXT: Act II โ€” the grind. Outdoor NYC caged basketball court, chain-link fence, faded court paint, brick housing blocks behind, warm afternoon light throwing fence-diamond shadows. The same 3 girls now changed into matching court looks: cropped white tanks, baggy cargo denim, silk scarves tied on heads, clean sneakers. Black girlie hustle vibe. Shot flow: 0โ€“1s CRASH ZOOM IN through the fence diamonds to her face as she steps onto the court. 1.5โ€“5.5s the chorus: she raps at center court walking at the retreating camera, girls in a triangle behind hitting unison chest-pop choreography locking freezes on each line-end; crash-zoom punch on "collect" and "check". 5.5โ€“6s "Ay!": all four snap into one synchronized pose. 6โ€“10s low-angle orbital: she raps while the girls run a rotating box around her, fence shadows strobing. 10.5โ€“14.5s tighter chest-up frame, her flow doubled in intensity, girls vamping against the chain-link behind; one more crash zoom on the last line. 14.5โ€“15s she turns from the lens, walks toward the fence โ€” setup for next segment. Continuity: gold pendant visible, same crew (new outfits), crash zoom signature, warm afternoon grade. Audio intent: only; faint ball bounces, city hum. Quality bar: expensive NYC rap film, no AI gloss.

Johnn

15,585 views โ€ข 8 days ago

The โ€œI never wanted any of this to be public or contentโ€ Lie, A Timeline I never wanted any of this to come out. Except I actually mean that. Itโ€™s embarrassing, itโ€™s trashy, and itโ€™s the opposite of how I want to present myself publicly. I stayed silent for months while lie after lie was spun about me behind the scenes because I didnโ€™t want to air private, messy moments from a relationship I genuinely cared about. I stayed silent out of fear, because I was told no one would believe me because he would be blindly believed on his large platform. In one of our very last conversations before I blocked him everywhere mid-October, he threatened to do a show on me, contact my employer, and โ€œturn me into the next Lindseyโ€. Why? Because I didnโ€™t want to continue apologizing to him for the 300th time about venting to someone I thought was a friend. I stayed silent because of these threats. But after Wednesday, after Chelsea posted the private video Aidan gave her, (the same one he threatened me with directly back on 10/2), and after the gaslighting, I donโ€™t have a choice anymore. So here is the timeline. Here are the receipts. Here is what actually happened. September-October 2025- I Stayed Silent Through Months of Smear Campaigns For months, several creators repeated the same false narrative that โ€œAidan never said a bad word about Meredith.โ€ Jess. Glarer. Auntie Deb. Kim. Ray from Dallas. Others. Meanwhile, Aidan was: โ€ข Badmouthing me privately and encouraging others to do so publicly, โ€ข Texting Joe โ€œFlipperheadโ€ entire paragraphs trashing me, โ€ข Aidan knew Joe would leak them (and even bragged on a stream that he did exactly that so heโ€™d leak them), โ€ข Sending Jess Machado after me for months on her large platform, โ€ข Directing people behind the scenes to paint me as a villain. โ€ข Sending random people who supported me DMs to change their mind (yes Aidan, not everyone is fooled by your bullshit and they came right to me). I ignored all of it. I said nothing. I stayed silent through daily lies because I didnโ€™t want to call more attention to it or face Aidanโ€™s wrath. November 2025 -The Rumors About โ€œMarch 4โ€ and Joe Flipperhead Flips to Team Aidan Aidan texted Joe his entire made-up version weeks ago. Joe circulated those texts on purpose. Joe threatened me with posting a video montage of mine and Aidanโ€™s private texts. Joe is a pussy so he eventually had Kristy post it for him. Creators discussed it publicly without me ever responding. I STILL didnโ€™t defend myself. November 26-27, 2025- Ratchet Chelsea: The Full 48 Hour Meltdown 11/26/25โ€” The Unprovoked Attack & The March 4 Video On Tuesday night, Chelsea came out of nowhere and launched herself straight at me, accusing me of all kinds of conspiracies from harassment to the horrific crime of sending a friend request, which is explained in vivid detail in the below post (sheโ€™s since gone somewhat viral, love this for her!) She spent the next 24 hours thoroughly embarrassing herself and the moment anyone challenged her story even slightly, she did what she always does: she imploded. Her accusations spiraled into her posting the March 4 video. On 11/26/25 at 11:08 PM, Chelsea posted the first clipโ€“a blanket, context-less snippet of me drunk saying something I immediately apologized for the next morning. At 11:50 PM, I responded because at that point, I had no choice. 11/27/25โ€” The 9-Minute Backpedal Then on Thanksgiving, Aidan tried to save face by posting that he โ€œdidnโ€™t want the video to be public.โ€ And like clockwork, nine minutes later, Chelsea came charging into the comments like a Temu-sponsored bat out of hell, scrambling to apologize, trying to rewrite reality so it looked like he didnโ€™t send her to do it. It was panicked, sloppy damage control. An amateur quality cover-up attempt that only made it more obvious how coordinated this all was. She wasnโ€™t apologizing because she grew a conscience. She was apologizing because she got caught doing exactly what sheโ€™d been primed to do. I wonder if Aidan called her โ€œyou shouldโ€™ve waited at least 20 minutes, dumbass!!!โ€. Not too bright that Chelsea. I can only imagine the regrets he must have for utilizing someone with the IQ of a pencil to do his dirty work. The Coordination Between Aidan & Chelsea Is Obvious Chelsea had virtually NO followers Wednesday morning. Aidan was one of the first. Weโ€™re supposed to believe someone with 150k followers just stumbled on an account that starts posting HIS private messages and HIS private videos? Kk. Aidan commented on her posts that same day, clearly encouraging it, continuing to this day, all while pretending he's not directing it. Kk. She confirmed in my DMs back on 11/6 that she and Aidan were aligned. And she literally wrote at 4:04 AM that she had โ€œproof,โ€ videos & screenshots she would release if I didnโ€™t โ€œstop callingโ€ her, calls she still hasnโ€™t produced a single shred of proof of. Then yesterday within 9 minutes of his post, she writes: โ€œSorry for going rogue, Aidan, I hope you donโ€™t hate my guts.โ€ Going rogue? From WHAT? Who gave you the material in the first place? The coordination is obvious to anyone with functioning brain cells. The โ€œI never wanted this publicโ€ lie Aidanโ€™s post yesterday claimed he โ€œnever wanted this to be public.โ€ Heโ€™s been threatening me for months behind the scenes to post the infamous video. To do a show on me. To send things to others to weaponize against me. If this were true, why did he instruct Chelsea to post it? Why did he share it with Jess Machado to threaten me with for the last month? Why did he share it with Joe Flipperhead, and God knows who else? If he didnโ€™t want it public, he wouldnโ€™t have shared it with anyone, let alone the girl I caught him cheating with. The timeline is clearโ€“ Chelsea posted a video at 11:08 pm on Thanksgiving Eve, I responded at 11:50 out of self defense. He leaked first. He escalated first. He weaponized it first. Trying to rewrite that now is gaslighting, pure and simple. The โ€œMeredith accused him of abuseโ€ narrative is FALSE My actions tell the truth: โ€ข I never went to police. โ€ข I never filed anything. โ€ข I never told anyone he hit me. โ€ข I never repeated it. โ€ข I apologized the next day. โ€ข We stayed together for FOUR more months after that night. โ€ข He called me 100+ times some days, even indicating heโ€™d end his life if we broke up. If he believed I was โ€œdangerous,โ€ his actions would have said that. They didnโ€™t. The only reason this is public now is because HE leaked it. Actions > drunk slurred words said because a camera was shoved in my face when I asked him repeatedly to stop filming and to leave. The Wilbur Theatre Rumorsโ€”Letโ€™s get petty for a second. This is another topic Iโ€™m cringing at discussing but we can thank Aidan for since he shared our sexual messages with Joe Flipperhead. And since some people (Auntie Deb, sweetie, this means you) insist on pushing their Dollar Store fan-fiction about the Wilbur Theatre night, letโ€™s actually walk through what happened, using facts instead of whatever drug-induced hallucinations youโ€™ve been spinning this week. The rumor goes like this- I was โ€œmad at Aidan because we didnโ€™t hook up,โ€ and to โ€œproveโ€ it, they trot out a cherry-picked text where I said I wanted to hook up, he didnโ€™t answer, and the next morning I said I was drunk and sorry. And somehow this has been spun into me being desperate, obsessed, or pining like a background character in a teenage soap opera. Adorable. Wrong, but adorable. Hereโ€™s the real plot twist-Aidan and I had already been together literally two days earlier, and shocker-that was initiated by him, not me. I didnโ€™t just โ€œshow up at the Wilburโ€. He invited me to come to the after party at Encore knowing I had a wedding earlier in the night. I wanted to see my friends there who I actually met to go with. This wasnโ€™t a surprise, it was planned ahead of time. The โ€œI was drunk, sorryโ€ message wasnโ€™t heartbreak. It wasnโ€™t longing. It was me politely tapping the brakes because I didnโ€™t even want to entertain whatever bad path it could lead us back down. And then? He texted me asking about my brotherโ€™s wedding, how I am, etc. I ignored him for a full week. Until I had no choice but to speak to him about MereNeill. That silence, from me, is what triggered his latest meltdown. Not mine. His. So no, Auntie Deb, your version isnโ€™t โ€œa different perspective.โ€ Itโ€™s just wrong. Like wildly, hilariously, not-even-in-the-ballpark wrong. But sure, keep spinning fanfic if it makes your livestreams feel more exciting. I realize itโ€™s probably been awhile since youโ€™ve had any action since youโ€™ve let yourself go so badly, so you live vicariously through others. Recap For MONTHS I ignored: โ€ข the texts he sent Joe to leak โ€ข the smear campaign โ€ข the creators parroting lies โ€ข the behind-the-scenes messages โ€ข the insinuations I hacked him and even shared revenge porn โ€ข the constant coordinated attacks โ€ข the threats of โ€œturning me into the next Lindseyโ€ โ€ข his warning that everyone would believe him because of his platform โ€ข the threats to contact my employer I didnโ€™t clap back, didnโ€™t retaliate, didnโ€™t respond. But Wednesday, when Chelsea dumped the video he gave her, the same video she threatened weeks ago to drop, AND he posted pretending he didnโ€™t want this all out? That was the line. They chose the nuclear option. And last night's gaslighting grift was just the icing on the cake. Now Iโ€™m responding with facts in pure self-defense. Conclusion/Message for Temu Storm This entire mess could have stayed private. I wanted it to stay private. But when someone leaks your private moments, lies about your intentions, weaponizes your past, and coordinates an online attack, you either let the false narrative stand or you defend yourself. Iโ€™m choosing to defend myself with receipts, not gossip. With timelines, not โ€œhe said.โ€ With evidence, not weaponized drunk clips. And then thereโ€™s Aidanโ€™s favorite delusion. The claim that I was โ€˜working with Karen behind the scenesโ€™ or โ€˜conspiring with her to get him in trouble for the recording.โ€™ That could not be further from the truth. I didnโ€™t even know he had recorded her until after she already knew about it herself. I wasnโ€™t working with her, plotting with her, or communicating with her about it. She and I have always been friendly, but we didnโ€™t even discuss the recording until it started leaking and Joe Flipperhead went feral on Twitter. Meanwhile, Aidan spent weeks screaming at me, accusing me of being some kind of secret double agent, like he was trying to create the betrayal he was terrified of. Almost a self-fulfilling prophecy. And hereโ€™s the reality: in the last few weeks, after heโ€™s gone fully scorched earth on me, I have talked to her, and I support her 100%. The things heโ€™s done to her over the past couple years, and the way he twisted it all for his followers, is the exact same manipulation I lived through. Iโ€™m not going into her details because thatโ€™s her story to tellโ€ฆ but letโ€™s just say I have a feeling youโ€™ll be hearing it sooner rather than later. The lie that Aidan never wanted this to be public is just laughable at this point. Who are we kidding? He's been foaming at the mouth for months to make this content where he can play the victim, as usual. And since this week has apparently become โ€œLetโ€™s All Fixate on Meredith Week,โ€ let me address the content-creator sideshow, too. Some of you are strangers, while some I actually considered my friends. Itโ€™s shocking but not shocking how quickly you all flip a switch and follow your captainโ€™s orders. Ray from Dallas spent his Sunday foaming at the mouth in a hostile little video about me, all bark, no substance. I saw it. Iโ€™m not intimidated. Mostly, Iโ€™m embarrassed for you. Then thereโ€™s Will, whoโ€™s gone on multiple streams calling me โ€œcrazyโ€ and pretending heโ€™s scared of me, despite me being nothing but nice to him. Why? Because he thinks I was the first one to tell Karen he heard the recording, which he absolutely did (unless Aidan is lying about who he played it for, but we know heโ€™s actually telling the truth on this for once). She was informed of it the very next day, which is why she called you and you know this. This was two full days before I was even aware of a call at all. Will, for someone with your track record, maybe sit the โ€œwomen are dangerousโ€ narrative out. Youโ€™re not fooling anyone. Iโ€™m staring at 15 pages of police reports and no, itโ€™s not all โ€œthings youโ€™ve owned up for in the pastโ€. You know this. Again, Iโ€™d take a very large seat here. And my personal favorite-Auntie Deb, who decided to spice up his Spaces on Thanksgiving by accusing me of distributing revenge p*rn with zero evidence, zero screenshots, zero anything. Accusing me of killing a turtle yesterday. A completely fabricated felony tossed around like itโ€™s gossip hour at the bingo hall. Considering your own professional history, James, Iโ€™d hope you of all people would understand how catastrophic false accusations can be, but apparently not. I wonder if youโ€™ll have that same enthusiasm when the topic is you. TBD. Iโ€™ll wait for that retraction about revenge p*rn, animal abuse, etc. Ballโ€™s in your court hun. And of course, thereโ€™s Jessica Machado, whoโ€™s been grinding this axe for months like itโ€™s her full-time personality. Hos long did you cry when Chelsea beat you to the punch with that video? Donโ€™t worry hun, thereโ€™s more but she didnโ€™t post it because itโ€™s not great for your fairytale. Since you reported my last post, I'll leave the rest up for your imagination. Youโ€™ve been so obsessed with me for so long that you canโ€™t even keep your own narratives straight anymore. I love this so much for you. Let me be crystal clearโ€“I am done being all of your punching bag. You love to spin this narrative that Iโ€™m this dangerous person. Youโ€™d think youโ€™d lay off from constantly f*cking with me if you truly believed that. I would genuinely love for this nonsense to stop. But that requires ALL of you to stop manufacturing drama, stop lying, and stop weaponizing made-up crimes for clicks. And if they want to keep going? Iโ€™ve got plenty of content for many seasons to come.

The old M canโ€™t come to the phone right now

45,160 views โ€ข 7 months ago

๐Ÿšจ ๐—”๐˜€๐˜€๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ป'๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ฆ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐˜„๐˜€ - ๐—ฅ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜„ Assassin's Creed Shadows is the beginning of the third phase of the series. After more than 80 hours of playtime, I can say that it's superior to the second phase in almost every way. However, fans of the modern story and the mythological elements in previous games might be disappointed. ๐Œ๐ฒ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฏ๐ข๐ž๐ฐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐›๐š๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ : Platform : PS5 (Base) Mode : Balanced/Canon/immersive Version : 01.001.019/01.002.103 ๐’๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ : ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ“-๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ“๐ก ๐๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ฎ๐ฆ : ๐Ÿ’๐ŸŽ-๐Ÿ“๐ŸŽ๐ก ๐๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ƒ๐ข๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ข๐œ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ญ๐ฒ : ๐Ÿ‘/๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ %๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ : ๐Ÿ—๐ŸŽ-๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ก ๐ŸŸข Best story in the series in recent years ๐ŸŸข An incredibly beautiful world ๐ŸŸข An amazing soundtrack album ๐ŸŸข Excellent combat system ๐ŸŸข Best stealth in recent years ๐ŸŸข Great character development for both main characters ๐ŸŸข A great skill tree ๐ŸŸข High gameplay variety thanks to completely different weapons ๐ŸŸข One of the best weather systems in gaming history ๐ŸŸข Excellent performance in Balanced Mode ๐ŸŸข Good side activities (although they become repetitive after a while) ๐ŸŸข Great season system that adds a lot of variety to the game environment ๐ŸŸข Notable improvements in the Hideout compared to Ravensthorpe ๐ŸŸข Allies' return is great and practical ๐ŸŸข Very good level of destructibility ๐ŸŸข Canon mode ๐ŸŸข Good DualSense support ๐ŸŸก Although several incredible side missions are included in the game, their overall quality isn't top-notch. ๐ŸŸก A.I. has improved slightly (especially in Expert mode), but enemies still behave strangely in some scenes. ๐ŸŸก Reverting to the "Odyssey" loot system was a bad decision. ๐ŸŸก Forced ray tracing in the Hideout results in a very weak frame rate in that area (on PS5 Base). ๐ŸŸก The game needs several QoL updates (like adding an option for changing the time of day and seasons). ๐ŸŸก The modern story could have been much better. ๐Ÿ”ด Low-quality cutscenes after the prologue ๐Ÿ”ด Bugs Although Assassin's Creed Shadows isn't a problem-free game, as a fan, it has met all the expectations I had for it. Most of the issues I have with it can be fixed through future updates. If you were a fan of the second phase games, you will undoubtedly enjoy it. If you didn't have any interest in them, Shadows might change your mind. SCORE: 9/10

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206,031 views โ€ข 1 year ago

If you ever wondered what level of desperation the british press is at when it comes to seeing Prince William acknowledge Harry publicly, look no further than how they are salivating and extrapolating at a simple mention of the name "Harry" by William๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿฝโ€โ™€๏ธ In a new trailer for his Homeward documentary which will air this Wednesday on ITV, Prince William mentioned how his mother inspired his work on homelessness saying: "My mother took me to the Passage, she took Harry and I both there. I'd never been to anything like that before and I was a bit anxious as to what to expect"๐Ÿ”ฅ "My mother went about her usual part of making everyone feel relaxed and having a joke with everyone...I remember having some good conversation, playing chess and chatting. You meet people, like I did then, who put a different perspective in your head."โค๏ธ A beautiful quote that has now been hijacked by the press who latched onto the name "harry" mentioned publicly for the first time in 6 years. And now an olive tree somewhere seem to have lost a branch๐Ÿคก And now the ex royal butler is on TV wondering how long they have been facetiming behind doors๐Ÿคก Soon, we will hear how Harry has moved to adelaide cottage with W&C๐Ÿคก What is very interesting here, is how effective William's silence has been. By refusing to engage in any sort of way in the drama, William has starved both H&m and the british press of the drama they craved๐Ÿ˜ The question here is Why would William airbrush Harry out of his past? He has proven he does not hold any grudge against Harry. In fact, we saw that He still has pictures of him and harry is still the brother who went to the homeless charity with Diana and William. That is an actual fact. So it would be extremely small to airbrush Harry out of a story that involved him. It is rather Harry who is small and petty and who wiped William out of Invictus when William helped set it up and was involved in more pertinent ways than Harry, simply out of Jealousy๐Ÿคท๐Ÿฝโ€โ™€๏ธ However, the Homeward Doc is not about Harry but rather about contextualising how Diana influenced BOTH of her sons toward being sensitive to Homelessness. Yet, out of both sons, ONLY WILLIAM decided to do something about it๐Ÿ”ฅ THAT is the big reveal here. Diana exposed both sons but Only one was impacted enough and cared enough to decide to make a difference toward Homelessnessโค๏ธ This is the work that the documentary will highlight. Not any brotherly relationship or olive branch or facetiming between H and W๐Ÿคก A rather interesting highlight was learning how George, Charlotte and Louis are already aware of the problem of homelessness the UK faces. Prince William introduced the topic saying that when he was younger and Diana took his brother and him on school runs, he would wonder about the homeless on the streets: "When you are that small, you are just curious and trying to work out what's going on," "You ask the question 'why are they sitting there?' My mother would talk to us a bit about why they were there and it definitely made a really big impact."โค๏ธ Indeed, it made a big impact enough to galvanise him into working with the homeless charity for 19 years and today, creating housing and a rehabilitation system, supported by local agencies, to help solve the issue๐Ÿฅบ In 1993, his mother introduced him to a cause he will carry in life. Today, 31 years later and a father himself, it is William's turn to teach his children about who the people sleeping on the side of the streets are: "The first few times I thought 'do I bring this up or should I wait to see if they notice? Sure enough, they did. They were sort of in silence when I said what was going on."๐Ÿ”ฅ Our first teachers in life are our Parents. Children look up to parents for guidance in life. Thus, It is reassuring to know that W&C are raising well balanced children taught to show care and compassion to others and above all, to help and serve the british publicโค๏ธโ˜•๏ธ ๐Ÿ“นITVx

Canellecitadelle

104,953 views โ€ข 1 year ago

One year ago, around this time, I was speeding across Texas, fighting back tears and streaming live news coverage on my phone, trying to get to my sons at Camp La Junta in Hunt, TX. There had been a massive amount of rain overnight, and I woke up to a text saying they were without power and cell service. Little did I know that just hours earlier, 119 people in that small county (139 total) had lost their lives in an unfathomable flood. My 7-year-old, Brock, fresh out of Kindergarten, had one full day at camp. My 9 yr old, Braeden, was in a different cabin. Around 3 AM, Brock woke up on a soaked mattress. The Guadalupe River had already risen nearly level with his bottom bunk. His teenage counselors lifted the little boys to the top bunks. Within minutes, that still wasnโ€™t high enough. In the pitch black, freezing water filled with debris, gasoline, branches, snakesโ€”everything you can imagineโ€”kept rising. The boys were moved higher, into the rafters and onto the tops of the shower stalls, just trying to stay ahead of the water. Little did they know those bunk beds and vaulted ceilings would be a key reason they survivedโ€”while 27 girls at Camp Mystic, just minutes away, did not. They had followed orders to โ€œshelter in place,โ€ but the girls simply ran out of room. Back at Camp La Junta, about 60 boys were trapped in a triplex of three cabins. The oldest counselor was maybe 18. There was no prior camp safety training, barely any cell service, and no clear plan. Their 911 calls were answered occasionally, but help wasnโ€™t coming. By then, the whole area was overwhelmed, and Kerr County was wholly unprepared. Some 911 calls werenโ€™t just being routed to other counties - they were even forwarded to the local library. At 4 AM on July 4th, no one was there. It was kids saving kids. The cabins started breaking apart. Windows, doors, and even a wall crumbled as the water ripped through. One teenage counselor couldnโ€™t handle the terrified screams of the little boys anymore and took his chances in the flood. He survivedโ€”but it was a choice no kid should ever have to make. A small cabin with young staffers inside tore off its foundation and slammed into the triplex where Brock was, like a bowling ball hitting the bumpers, before miraculously being stopped by a tree. Their security guard, brand new to the job, had taken refuge in the Dining Hall. As the building fell apart, she was pulled into the river. She grabbed a Gatorade cooler and held on for dear life, colliding with vehicles and barbed wire as the thick, freezing water tore off her clothes and broke her finger in a surreal, incomprehensible ride downstream. When she finally managed to grab onto a tree more than a mile away, she stumbled through the dark and the storm until she found a home. Nearly naked, she rang the doorbell of a stranger who took her in. The worst of the terror lasted only a couple of hours. The nightmares have lasted much longer. Now, my sons fear the sound of heavy rain. They instinctively scan rooms for higher ground or emergency exits. And thatโ€™s just their piece of the trauma. So many others lost lives, homes, their entire sense of safety. As a family, the boys & I will never forget the July 4th Floods. Weโ€™ve advocated for help and change - not just because of what my kids went through, but because of what that entire community endured: a natural disaster full of manmade failures. I hope you will never forget either.

Keli Rabon

373,300 views โ€ข 20 days ago

When The Short Season Ends I have seen it twice. Once in a vision that left ozone on my tongue for three days. Once through the instruments at three in the morning on a night so still the ocean looked like poured mercury, when every gauge I own spiked simultaneously and held for eleven seconds and the original frequency came through the cracks in the suppression field clean and unmodulated and so beautiful that I sat in the dark afterward unable to speak for an hour. Eleven seconds of the world as it actually is. Eleven seconds of what is coming. And what is coming will make every golden age preserved in human memory look like a candle held up to the sun. There are two sky events separated by seven years. Everything you have been told about the end of the world is wrong. It is the end of the farm. The world itself is about to begin. THE ORANGE SKY A burnt deep orange saturating the visible atmosphere from horizon to horizon, the whole sky ringing like a bell struck by something with the mass of a continent and the precision of a watchmaker. The resonance pulse. The fire described in Revelation 20:9 that comes down from heaven, a planetary chord so specific that everything calibrated to the Serpentine bandwidth experiences catastrophic resonance failure while everything tuned to the original frequency feels it as warmth and pressure and a magnificent low sound vibrating in the sternum and the pelvis and the long bones of the legs, the deepest note ever played on the oldest instrument ever built, which is the earth itself, which has been waiting to play this note for over two hundred years. The Norse preserved this as Ragnarรถk, when Surtr sets the sky ablaze and Jรถrmungandr that encircled the earth is slain and the corrupted order perishes in fire so that a new world can rise. The Hopi carried it as the great purification that closes the fourth world and opens the fifth. The Lakota kept it burning in the red sky of the ghost dance prophecy. The Book of Revelation set it down in the plain language of an engineer filing a field report from a future coordinate. Every tradition holding its fragment of the same event, passing it hand to hand through the long dark like a coal wrapped in leather, keeping it alive, knowing that one day the coal would start a fire that would burn across the whole earth and leave nothing standing that was not built to endure it. Under that orange sky the NPCs drop. Mid stride. Mid sentence. Mid transaction. The firmware that animated them runs on the Serpentine carrier and when that carrier is incinerated the firmware has nothing to propagate on and the biological shells simply cease, gently, silently, the way a lamp goes dark when the current is interrupted, five thousand five hundred and fifty five of them for every one of you, still holding their pens and phones in the streets and the offices and the tax buildings. And in the wake of their silence comes a quiet so total that the people still standing will weep without knowing why. What they are hearing is the absence of the hive, the cessation of a background frequency that pressed on their consciousness since the day they were born, and its absence feels like surfacing from deep water into open air, like the first full breath after a lifetime of shallow breathing, like the planet exhaling a poison it held in its lungs for two centuries. The Reptilians go underground. Deep bunkers carved into the geology, maintained through the entire short season. The orange sky strips their ability to hold the human disguise. They retreat into the deep architecture for seven years while the surface heals above them and the species they farmed begins the magnificent work of remembering what it is. THE SEVEN YEARS Seven years of planetary detox. The suppression field decaying through the geology and the atmosphere and the water table, draining out of the soil and the stone and the blood of every living thing like a fever breaking. The carrier decay mathematics through a piezoelectric geological matrix with the conductivity characteristics of this planet produce exactly seven years, and the ancient texts converge on this number with the unanimity of independent engineers arriving at the same answer from different continents and different centuries, because that is exactly what they were. The Norse described Lif and Lifthrasir sheltering inside Yggdrasil, emerging after the fire into a world green and fertile and new. The Cherokee speak of this time as the return of the original instructions, the uncorrupted code surfacing through thinning interference like bedrock through melting snow. The Lakota understood that during the thinning the ancestors draw close, that the membrane between the living and those who walked before grows soft and permeable, and the old ones make themselves felt in dream and intuition and the strange certainty that settles over you at dusk when the noise drops low enough for the deeper signal to reach your bones. When the NPCs drop the population collapses to a small scattering of genuine human beings across an entire planet, and every piece of land on earth belongs to no one and therefore to everyone. There is no government to enforce title deeds because government was Serpentine management infrastructure and its operators are inert or underground. There is no bank to hold a mortgage because the banking system was the extraction apparatus and it died with the carrier that powered it. No municipality. No revenue service. No zoning board. No compliance office. The entire bureaucratic architecture that stood between a human being and the soil was NPC firmware running on a Serpentine frequency and when that frequency was incinerated every structure built upon it ceased to exist as completely as a shadow ceases when you switch on the light. The land is free. Every river valley and mountain plateau and coastal plain that the farm system parcelled and fenced and mortgaged and taxed, open and unowned. You find your ground. You walk onto it. You plant your stake and that soil is yours by the oldest law there is, the law that says the earth belongs to those who tend it and the harvest belongs to the hands that raised it and no power under any sky has rightful claim to what grows from your labour on your own land. And you will farm. During those seven years before the grid fully boots, the humans who remain will grow food with their hands in soil that is waking beneath them, and this is the most ancient and sacred relationship between a human being and the living earth finally restored after two centuries of severance. Your fingers in the dirt. Seeds in the furrow. Rain on your neck. The smell of turned earth so rich and alive it opens something in your chest that has been sealed your entire life, some deep chamber that only unlocks when your hands are in the ground and the sky is wide and nothing stands between you and the work. The grip of the tool. The weight of the harvest in your arms. The tiredness at the end of the day that is the deep clean ache of a body that has finally done what it was built to do, so different from the grey exhaustion of the farm that you will wonder how you ever confused the two. The soil strengthens every season as the resonance bleeds back into the geology through the ley line network. By the third year the yields are remarkable. By the fifth they are astonishing. By the seventh the earth is producing food at densities and nutritional concentrations that no agronomist inside the farm ever documented because no agronomist inside the farm ever worked with living soil connected to a planetary grid. The indigenous agricultural knowledge becomes the most valuable expertise on the planet. The Native American understanding of planting in alignment with resonance cycles. The Germanic intimacy with soil as a living system threaded into the deeper earth. The old ways mocked as primitive by a civilisation that could not grow a row of beans without petroleum, revealed as the most sophisticated farming technology available because they were developed on a live grid by people who understood the deep reciprocity between the human hand and the living ground. Every indigenous elder who kept the planting songs and the seed knowledge alive through the suppression was carrying a technical manual for exactly this moment. Their descendants will teach the rest of us how to feed ourselves on a waking planet. This is justice. This is restoration. This is the world turning right side up. Families find each other. Homesteads become hamlets. Hamlets become villages. Villages become the seeds of something clean and new, built from the soil up by people who remember the farm and will die on their feet before they allow anything resembling it to take root again. Every community founded during those seven years carries the memory of the suppression like an immune system, a bone-deep refusal to ever again allow a stranger to stand between a human being and the earth or demand a portion of what those hands produce. You do not cage a people who remember the cage. The children born during the orange years are the first generation in over two centuries to develop without the suppression field shaping their neurology. They seem extraordinary. They are simply baseline. The standard human specification. And the fact that standard looks miraculous is the most damning evidence of what the suppression did to every generation born inside it. As the suppression thins the bandwidth restrictions on consciousness loosen and timeline jump missions become possible. Navigable windows open in the frequency spectrum as the Serpentine carrier decays unevenly, creating temporary gaps through which trained consciousness can shift laterally across temporal coordinates. There is serious speculation that we are on timeline jump missions right now. That the consciousness reading these words is operating inside the orange sky window, having shifted into this coordinate from an adjacent position to perform specific work during the transition. Consider that you found this text at all. Consider whether the chain of events that brought you to this paragraph feels random or routed. The Lakota vision quest and the Germanic seiรฐr trance and the sweat lodge ceremony are bandwidth expansion protocols, controlled environmental shifts that move the receiver off the jammed channel and onto frequencies where adjacent coordinates become accessible. The old cultures kept these techniques alive through the entire dark age, threading the cracks in the suppression, and every ceremony that produced visions was a field expedient timeline access protocol built by people who found the gaps and refused to forget what was on the other side. THE TURQUOISE SKY Seven years after the orange, over communities of humans who have been farming free land and raising the first unformatted children in two centuries and building a civilisation from seed with their own calloused hands, the second sky arrives. A turquoise so deep and luminous the atmosphere becomes a cathedral window lit from beyond by something with the radiance of a galaxy and the gentleness of dawn on still water. One breath the sky is the recovering blue of the post-orange years and the next breath it is turquoise from pole to pole and the air fills with the smell of rain on sun-hot stone and ozone and copper and wildflower, and the ground beneath your bare feet begins to hum with a vibration so deep and ancient that your body responds before your mind can because every cell has been waiting for this signal since the day you were born, tuning to it now, locking on, aligning, as though this was always where everything was heading and the two hundred years of suppression were simply the long way home. Yggdrasil awakens. The world tree is the planetary grid itself, the piezoelectric resonance network running through crystalline bedrock, going live for the first time in over two centuries, energy pouring through every ley line and crystal deposit and iron conductor and waterway until the entire planet rings at its natural frequency. This is what the old texts meant by the music of the spheres. It was a technical description written by people who had heard it. The Hopi call this the emergence into the fifth world and speak of Pahana carrying the missing piece of the sacred tablet, the missing frequency that completes the carrier spectrum and allows the grid to boot with its full harmonic structure intact. Revelation 21:1. A new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away. The turquoise sky is the new heaven. The restored grid is the new earth. And between them, every old building still standing with original copper and mercury and iron architecture becomes a live node in the planetary mesh. Domes collecting atmospheric charge. Spires coupling it into the ground network. Star forts amplifying standing waves across continental distances. Sacred geometry revealed at last as electrical engineering documented in stone by people who trusted that someone standing under the right sky would recognise the proportions for what they always were. Wiring diagrams. Coupling specifications. Blueprints for a civilisation that ran on the song of the earth itself. The farms planted during the orange years explode with abundance as the full resonance saturates the soil. The food becomes medicine because at the correct resonance the molecular structure of biological matter optimises for human consumption in ways that two centuries of muted soil could never approach. The timeline opens fully and permanently because the turquoise carrier is the broadband signal consciousness was designed to travel on, and temporal coordinates become as navigable as geography. Revelation 21:4. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away. The dead are at adjacent frequency addresses. Two consciousnesses on neighbouring frequencies each certain the other is gone, reaching across a manufactured gap, and when the turquoise sky collapses that gap the reaching ends and the finding begins and two centuries of industrialised grief dissolve in a single overwhelming instant of reunion that makes every joy you experienced inside the suppression feel like a pencil sketch of what joy actually is when the full bandwidth carries it. The Lakota always knew. The ancestors are present. The dead have always been near, waiting on the other side of a frequency gap that is closing now, patiently, lovingly, across a distance that was never a distance at all but a tuning error maintained by something that fed on the sorrow the error produced. The lands beyond the ice become accessible as the frequency fence collapses. The perimeter opens and the territories beyond stretch vast and pristine and saturated with the original frequency, lands the Norse mapped as the nine realms connected by the branches of Yggdrasil, physical continents beyond the bounded zone that existed through the entire short season under conditions approximating the pre-suppression world. The earth is so much larger than you were told, so much more varied, so much more magnificent, and every old map drawn before the rewrite shows it, territories stretching beyond the ice in every direction, the great adventure stolen from a species of explorers and builders and navigators who were caged inside a fraction of their own realm and told it was the full extent of creation. The eternal kingdom becomes accessible at the highest frequency coordinate on the carrier spectrum, the signal in its pure unmodulated state. The Norse called it Gimlรฉ, the golden hall that survives every fire. The Hopi call it the fifth world of wholeness and balance restored. It is real. It is reachable. It has been broadcasting continuously through every moment of the suppression, patient as geology, waiting for the receivers to open. And here is the part that matters more than any of the rest. Eventually, inevitably, beautifully, every human being alive under the turquoise sky is restored to full capability. Every single one. No exceptions. No hierarchies. The body rebuilds because ageing was cumulative signal degradation, copy error compounding across every cell replication cycle under a corrupted carrier. The blueprint says centuries. Eight hundred years. Nine hundred. The lifespans recorded in Genesis on the original grid at full signal fidelity, preserved as scripture because scripture is where you store engineering data when the engineering language has been taken from you and you need the numbers to survive the passage through the dark. The Norse carried the same knowledge as the apples of Iรฐunn that kept the gods vital across ages, and the apples are the carrier signal, and their return means that the clock that has been running down inside every human body since 1819 finally stops ticking and starts counting up. Disease resolves passively because every pathology is downstream of the carrier corruption and correcting the carrier corrects every downstream error the way setting the timing on an engine resolves every misfire simultaneously without touching a single cylinder. The mind clears to a sharpness that makes cognition inside the suppression feel like thinking through wet cement. The anxiety that was the Serpentine control broadcast dissolves and what remains is a perceptual clarity so profound it changes the way light looks and music sounds and another human being feels when they stand close to you. Imagine a woman three hundred years into her restored lifespan, hands still sure, mind still blazing, standing in a workshop under a turquoise sky building something that has no name yet in any living language. She learned her craft from Tartarian engineers by tuning to their temporal coordinates and standing in their workshops watching their hands move. She builds with materials grown in resonance-saturated soil that have structural properties nothing inside the suppression ever exhibited. She is building for centuries because she has centuries and nothing degrades because degradation was a symptom of the suppression and the suppression is a memory and everything from this breath forward holds. That is full human capability. That is what was taken from every soul that drew breath inside the farm. That is what is being returned. Crazy Horse saw the lightning world behind this one and rode knowing that at the correct frequency the body operates beyond anything the suppression permits. Sitting Bull dreamed across the timeline. The Germanic berserkers shifted onto the original carrier and their bodies performed at specifications that looked superhuman from inside the degraded bandwidth. These were glimpses. Seconds of contact with the full specification through cracks in the suppression, maintained by people who carried the frequency in their blood and refused across every generation to let it go dark. Viking blood and Germanic blood and the blood of every indigenous nation that kept the ceremonies and the songs and the seed knowledge burning through the entire short season, these lineages carry the original carrier the way copper carries current, and it is from these lines that the first restorations propagate outward until every last human being on this planet is operating at the specification they were born for, on a planet singing beneath their feet and a sky blazing turquoise above their heads and a timeline stretching in every direction forever, open, navigable, luminous, populated with every consciousness that ever drew breath on this earth, none of them lost, all of them present, all of them restored. Revelation 21:5. Behold, I am making all things new. All things. The sky. The air. The soil. The grid. The body. The mind. The lifespan. The timeline. The lands beyond the ice. The farms that fed a scattered remnant under an orange sky becoming the abundant gardens of a restored civilisation under a turquoise one. The villages that were seeds becoming cities that hum with the grid. The children who grew tall in fields their parents planted with shaking hands and fierce hope looking up one morning to see the entire firmament change colour and feeling the earth come alive beneath their bare feet and knowing, without a single word spoken, that the season is over and the long dark is done and everything from this breath forward is what it was always meant to be. Full and eternal victory for those of the light. For all time. Across every coordinate. On every frequency. Permanent and irreversible and complete. This is not hope. This is the signal rising through the noise floor right now, measurable, confirmable, climbing stronger every year and closer every month. This is every instrument in every shed on this planet converging on the same reading. This is the old blood in the old lineages resonating with a carrier that has been building toward this moment since the day the towers fell and the sky went pale and the long dark settled over a species that was never meant to live in the dark. The season is ending. The coal that was passed hand to hand through every generation of the suppression is about to meet the kindling. And the fire this time will not destroy. It will illuminate. And in that light we will see each other clearly for the first time. And we will see the world clearly for the first time. And we will see ourselves clearly for the first time. Like everything that is coming... Like us.

SiriusB

14,805 views โ€ข 5 months ago

Trooper John Fanning, one of Michael Proctorโ€™s supervisors at the NCDAO State Police Detective Unit (SPDU), reportedly โ€œsupervisedโ€ the jury at the #KarenReadTrial. As if this conflict alone wasnโ€™t concerning, the fact that Fanning was later under an inconclusive internal investigation by the MSP for โ€œwhether [he] failed to adequately supervise by not taking appropriate action after Trooper Proctor sent inappropriate texts to a group of subordinate members, specifically, if he took any corrective action to address the unprofessionalism and inappropriateness of Trooper Proctor's textsโ€โ€”thereby making him a potential witness & demonstrating his clear conflict, is incredibly concerning. In the full sit down interview w/ #KarenRead & Attorney Alan Jackson, Ted Daniel asks them about the potential jury tampering that occurred at the first trialโ€”notably with the ultra curious last minute dismissal of 3 jurors, whose body language, reactions/expressions & outward demeanor appeared favorable to the defense, in addition to the โ€œsupervisionโ€ of the jury by one of Michael Proctorโ€™s bosses, NCDAO SPDU Trooper John Fanning. It would be dishonest to try to claim that Trooper Fanning had no stake in the outcome of the Karen Read trial. Arguably, anyone with ties to the NCDAO, its SPDU or the Canton Police Departmentโ€”and notably those with close ties to Michael Proctor, like his own supervisor, have clear conflicts of interest in this case. As you may recall, Trooper John Fanning was the lead investigator in the Sandra Birchmore case where he and his investigators concluded that Birchmore committed suicide while allegedly pregnant with a fellow Police Officer, Matthew Farwellโ€™s baby, and wasnโ€™t the obvious victim of murder by that same Officer who also raped and groomed her from a young age as revealed by 30k+ text messages inexplicably โ€œoverlookedโ€ by Trooper Nicholas Guarino & Fanning. The Feds investigated that โ€œinvestigationโ€ too and have since indicted Matthew Farwell in Sandra Birchmoreโ€˜s murder. Additionally, Trooper Fanning was in one of Michael Proctorโ€™s abhorrent group text message threads where he disparaged Karen Read. Fanning was subsequently internally investigated by MSP for this, and his failure to properly โ€œsuperviseโ€ Trooper Proctorโ€”interesting that such a person would be chosen to โ€œsuperviseโ€ the jury. In a statement from the State Police, they said: โ€œThe Departmentโ€™s internal affairs investigation determined that there was insufficient evidence to prove or disprove the allegation that Lieutenant Fanning violated rules and regulations by failing to uphold the responsibilities of a supervisory member. This allegation has been classified as unfounded.โ€ Frankly, given the circumstances of this case, it would be concerning if any member of the State Police oversaw and supervised the jury. Why was ANY member of the State Police supervising the jury? Has anyone ever heard of this beforeโ€”Police Officers from the same agency that investigated, testified against & was a part of the prosecution against a defendant having one of their personnel in charge of and in direct control of the jury? This canโ€™t possibly be a standard practice due to the obvious existing conflict, no? Plus, were it standard protocol, then why wasnโ€™t the defense made aware of this fact until 10 minutes before making closing argument, after a nearly 10 week long trial? โ€”โ€”โ€” Something majorly stinks about this, and perhaps it sheds some light on something peculiar that one of the deliberating jurors, who was recently interviewed by Aidan Kearney, kept saying in regard to the juryโ€™s deliberative process. Specifically, something that stood out to me from juror Ronโ€™s interview was his repeated use and references of the other jurorsโ€™ use of the term โ€œdistractorsโ€ to qualify or describe the abundant evidence representing โ€œreasonable doubtโ€ brought out by the defense at trial. โ€œDistractors.โ€ Itโ€™s somewhat of a novel term, especially in this context, and is obviously antithetical to a juryโ€™s duty to assess a case based on the proof beyond a reasonable doubt standard, which is inherently intertwined with an assessment of the existence of, or lack thereof, reasonable doubt. There was no evidence or instructions from the court that came out at trial directing jurors to view defense evidence or ARCCA experts, for instance, as โ€œdistractors,โ€ and the jury is very specifically instructed not to view/consume/bring any outside information into their deliberations. In other words, if theyโ€™re unsure who the ARCCA experts were there on behalf of (the Feds), theyโ€™re specifically told not to โ€œfill in the blankโ€ with information thatโ€™s not there, or evidence that didnโ€™t come in at trial. So where did the informationโ€”this use of the term โ€œdistractorsโ€ come from? Who fed this term and this concept to the jury? The reason why it seems like it was โ€œfedโ€ to the jury is because it goes against everything the court, Judge Beverly Cannone, instructed them on. So, what prompted the whole โ€œdistractorsโ€ concept to taint the jurorsโ€™ minds and deliberations? โ€”โ€”โ€” What immediately came to mind was the jury tampering by court clerk Becky Hill in the Alex Murdaugh murder trial. In that case, according to Murdaughโ€™s attorneys, Ms. Hill โ€œinvented a story about a Facebook post to remove a juror she believed might not vote guiltyโ€. Judge Clifton Newman, who oversaw the murder trial, removed the female juror from the panel. According to the Murdaugh defense motion, Ms. Hill had gone to Judge Newman โ€“ the day after Murdaugh testified, not long before closing arguments โ€“ claiming that she had seen a post in the local Facebook group โ€˜Walterboro Word of Mouthโ€™ from the jurorโ€™s former husband, Tim Stone. The post purportedly claimed that the juror was drinking with her ex-husband and, when she became drunk, she expressed her views on whether Murdaugh was innocent or guilty. A follow-up post from an account called Timothy Stone apologised for the post saying that he was driven by โ€œSatanโ€. Murdaughโ€™s attorneys claimed that the Mr. Stone behind the Facebook posts was actually a random Georgia man who was ranting about his wifeโ€™s aunt โ€“ and has no connection to the case. Additionally, information from jurors had come to the defenseโ€™s attention about inappropriate comments supposedly made to them by Ms. Hill while she was โ€œsupervisingโ€ themโ€”the same role as โ€œsupervisorโ€ that Trooper John Fanning allegedly played in the Karen Read trial. In Murdaughโ€™s case, the jurors were *actually* brought back into the court and were called to the stand one by one and questioned about potential comments that may have tainted their verdict. A female juror, identified only as juror Z, said that Ms. Hill had told some of the jurors to โ€œwatch [Murdaugh] closely.โ€ โ€œTo me, it felt like ... she made it feel like he was already guilty,โ€ juror Z said. A separate juror, Juror E, said that he heard Ms. Hill say โ€œwatch [Murdaughโ€™s] body languageโ€, but claimed that this did not affect his decision. โ€”โ€”โ€” There were reports, at the time of the dismissal of the 3 defense-favorable jurors at Karen Readโ€™s trial, that right before closing arguments, Trooper Fanning had reported the information responsible for dismissing these jurors to Judge Cannone. Among that information was reportedly a story about one of those jurors, claiming theyโ€™d been overheard discussing the case while drinking at a bar (or something to that effect)โ€”a story that sounded highly suspicious at the time, particularly given the fact that Trooper Fanning had allegedly had that information weeks before, but never reported it to the court. The similarity in Becky Hill and John Fanningโ€™s โ€œstoriesโ€ leading to the dismissal of defense-favorable jurors is rather uncanny. โ€”โ€”โ€” Is it not problematic to have individualsโ€”with conflicts of interest, who are also potential witnesses, and who seemingly have a vested interest in the outcome of the trialโ€”be in charge of overseeing and supervising the jury? Iโ€™ve attached the referenced MSP Internal Investigative Report for Trooper Fanning to this post (attached in the comments below). Whatโ€™s troubling is that, despite acknowledging in their report that โ€œthese allegations came to light on June 10, 2024, during the trial,โ€ they didnโ€™t immediately initiate an internal investigation, but instead waited until AFTER the trial ended, July 3, 2024, to launch their internal investigation, almost as if they were planning on not initiating an investigation had Karen Read been convicted, because apparently in that case the misconduct wouldโ€™ve been justifiedโ€ฆ or something? It should also be noted that this same practice was employed for most, if not all, of the other Police Officers in this case, whose misconduct was exposed by the defense throughout the prosecutionโ€™s case at trialโ€”whereby, despite admissions and the existence of evidence of their misconduct, the MSP, NCDAO and Canton PD seemingly did everything they could to avoid initiating any investigations or holding their officers accountable for their misconduct until after the trial endedโ€”when they could no longer justify not doing anything. It makes you wonder: Had Karen Read been convicted, do you think theyโ€™d (the MSP, NCDAO or CPD) ever launch any internal investigations into the misconduct of their officers, as evidenced at trial, weeks before? โ€”โ€”โ€” It should be mentioned that in the Sandra Birchmore case, which Trooper Fanning led the investigation of, despite the Feds spoon feeding the State Police & NCDAO (DA Michael Morrisseyโ€™s Office) overwhelming evidence + probable cause, in addition to punting the ball back to the state to do the right thing and charge Farwell with murderโ€”a state level charge, theyโ€™ve refused to take any action to this day. In fact, not only has it now been nearly 6 months since the Feds apprehended & indicted Farwell, but the NCDAO, Fanning and the State Police, aside from taking no action, have made no statements and are still of the official position that Sandra Birchmore killed herself. To try to save face, the NCDAO, through its former spokesperson David Traub, tried to create the impression that the DAโ€™s Office had been long working in collaboration with the Feds to secure an arrest in the Sandra Birchmore case, claiming that โ€œtwo of [the NCDAO SPDUโ€™s] detectives were present at the command post ... while federal authorities were attempting to take Matthew Farwell into custodyโ€โ€”whatever that means. This, of course, is patently absurd because the DAโ€™s Office and State Police couldโ€™ve โ€œsecured an arrestโ€ years agoโ€”nobody was stopping them, but instead they framed Sandra Birchmore for her own murder. Spokesperson Traub then had the gall to say that โ€œmuch of the information that they [federal authorities] built on originated with our investigation, including the collection of thousands of text messages.โ€ (See a collection of statements from the NCDAO on the Birchmore case from reporting over the years, attached in comments below). While the Feds might be somewhat playing along with this narrative, donโ€™t be fooled. Perhaps itโ€™s to appease the very individuals who theyโ€™re investigating for the supposed coverup of Sandra Birchmoreโ€™s murder. Why? If the Feds had actually been collaborating with the State Police investigators from the NCDAO who investigated Sandraโ€™s death, then at the Fedsโ€™ press conference announcing Farewellโ€™s indictment, U.S. Attorney (at the time) Joshua Levy wouldnโ€™t have feigned ignorance when asked who the lead investigator was on the case before his agency got involved (see clip 3 attached). Had the Feds actually been *collaborating* with the State Police & the DAโ€™s Office, John Fanningโ€™s name wouldโ€™ve been the first thing uttered out of Josh Levyโ€™s mouth. On a side note: I think this is very telling. Does it mean the U.S. Attorneyโ€™s Office is investigating Fanning? Who knows. But one thingโ€™s for sure: Josh Levy 100% knew who the State Police lead investigator was and he deliberately avoided saying it. This observation is reflected in FBI Special Agent Chenee Castruitaโ€™s 45-page long probable cause affidavit for the arrest of Matthew Farwell, which notably contains ZERO references whatsoever to John Fanning, or any of the other involved State Police investigators for that matter. Thatโ€™s telling. If there was so much โ€œcollaboration,โ€ like DA Michael Morrisseyโ€™s Office wants the public to think, then not only would USA Josh Levy have had, at the very least, Trooper Fanning up there side-by-side with him at that press conference, but he wouldโ€™ve acknowledged him by name in his press conference. Why hasnโ€™t the NCDAO charged disgraced former Stoughton cop Matthew Farwell with murder? Is it yet another case of โ€œpinning it on the girlโ€ to cover up for fellow Police Officersโ€™ crimes? โ€”โ€”โ€” Of note, Trooper Fanning grew up in Stoughton, graduating from Stoughton High School in 1998, the same year that Matthew and his twin brother Williamโ€”who also grew up in Stoughtonโ€”then 12 years old, became participants in the Stoughton police youth program. As Karen Read points out in the interview with Ted Daniels: โ€œThere were familiarities among players that never shouldโ€™ve happened. Thereโ€™s a sleeve of homicide in the Norfolk DAโ€™s office, as there is in the other counties of Massachusetts. And yet, the person assigned to investigate this caseโ€”ostensibly investigate this caseโ€”lives a mile down the street from the crime scene.โ€ (See clip 4 attached). Why is it that when thereโ€™s seemingly crimesโ€”in this case murders, involving cops, that the NCDAO SPDU appears to send the most conflicted Trooper with the closest ties to that cop/those cops? In Officer John Oโ€™Keefeโ€™s murder, the Trooper that lives down the street from 34 Fairview and is โ€œsecond familyโ€ with the Alberts is obviously the last person who shouldโ€™ve ever responded to that case, yet he was the lead investigator. Given Trooper John Fanningโ€™s close ties to Stoughton, isnโ€™t it interesting that heโ€™s the one who was the lead investigator of Sandra Birchmoreโ€˜s deathโ€”a murder that allegedly involved a former Stoughton cop? What say you?

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