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𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗘𝗢𝗣𝗟𝗘 𝗔𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗 𝗖𝗘𝗦𝗔𝗥 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗭 𝗞𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗜𝗗. 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗦𝗔𝗜𝗗 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚. Victor Davis Hanson grew up on a small family raisin farm in the San Joaquin Valley. He knew the families Chavez was supposedly fighting for — Italian immigrants, Serbian immigrants, people who came from the Depression with... nothing and built something with their hands. He picked grapes himself. He knew what the union actually was. So on his first day of college at UC Santa Cruz in the early 1970s, when wealthy Los Angeles students demanded to know if his grapes were union, he had a simple answer: 𝘐 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘐 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. The response: 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴. These were students who had never picked grapes. Never set foot in a vineyard. Never met a farm worker. And they were absolutely certain they were on the right side of history. VDH knew better. He knew that Chavez sabotaged driveways with nails, that his people used force when swarming fields, that he sent thugs to the border to stop illegal immigrants from crossing because they undercut union wages. He was associated with Synanon — a violent cult that used psychological torture as a management tool. He fired loyal white socialist volunteers as disloyal and retreated to his compound. People in the farming communities knew things were wrong. They talked about it. Nobody outside listened. And then the full truth started coming out. Dolores Huerta — 95 years old, Chavez's closest co-founder — revealed that he fathered two of her children. That he raped her violently in a grape field. That he coerced her in a hotel room. That he sexually groomed the preteen daughters of his own advisors, girls aged 8 and 12. Serial adultery on top of all of it. Why did no one speak? The answer Huerta herself gave: 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘓𝘢 𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘢. The cause mattered more than the children he groomed. The movement mattered more than the women he assaulted. The icon mattered more than the truth. California has a state holiday named for this man. Hundreds of streets and buildings bear his name. They're now quietly covering his statues with tarps. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗰𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁.show more

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James Lucas

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Excellent Breakdown Of The Mysterious “Suicide” Of The Hero Police Officer Who Saved 4 Lives During Oklahoma City Bombing Right before he ‘Committed Suicide’ he said, “They're not telling the truth about what's going on down there” “One year after the Oklahoma City bombings, this officer who saved four lives was found unalived under very strange circumstances. On April 19th, 1995, Sergeant Terrence Yeakey responded to calls that a bomb had gone off in the Murroff Federal Building in downtown Oklahoma City. Sergeant Yakey was the first person to respond that day and was able to save four people before the second floor collapsed and he injured his back so severely he wasn't able to continue. An hour and a half later, police arrested Timothy McVeigh and Terry Nichols, who were anti-government extremists. A year after the bombing, Sergeant Yakey and 90 other officers were selected to receive the city's medal of valor, but just three days before the ceremony, he was found unalived in a field near his hometown of El Reno, Oklahoma. His car was found abandoned along the side of a dirt road, and there was a lot of blood in the car, but his body was found about a mile into the field off of that road. No gun was found on the scene, but he had been shot in the head and he was covered in cuts as well. According to one report, quote, "While still inside his Ford Probe that he had parked on a lonely country road, Yakey slashed himself 11 times on both forearms, twice on his throat, then apparently seeking an even more private place to end his life, he crawled 8,000 feet through rough terrain and climbed a fence before putting a gun to his head, which apparently took him to the hereafter.” He didn't leave a note, there was no investigation or autopsy, but police still immediately ruled that he had taken his own life. Terry had an ex-wife named Tanya who was the mother of his children and she claimed when she picked him up from the hospital after the bombing, he quote, started crying and It's not what they're saying it is. They're not telling the truth about what's going on down there, but wouldn't elaborate any further. She claimed that two or three days after the bombing, he asked her to take him back to the site so he could check for something under the daycare center, but they were turned away. She claimed that his supervisor made him rewrite his report on the bombing and that he started showing up at her house at very strange hours and acting very anxious and afraid. She'd said he'd started gathering up all of their insurance paperwork for her to keep, he wanted them to get remarried so that her daughters would be protected if something happened to him, and she said that he, quote, knew something was coming fast and was trying to protect his family, but he wasn't fast enough. After he passed, she went bankrupt and lost their house, and she said she knew for sure if he'd planned to take his life, he would have made sure that they were taken care of first. His daughters didn't receive a cent of his pension. And Tonya said that the police department was much more concerned with promoting a narrative that he took his own life because he felt guilty for not being able to save more people during the bombing and that he was estranged from his wife and children, which was simply not true. So do you think that he took his own life or do you think somebody took it for him? And either way, why was there no investigation or autopsy performed?”

Excellent Breakdown Of The Mysterious “Suicide” Of The Hero Police Officer Who Saved 4 Lives During Oklahoma City Bombing Right before he ‘Committed Suicide’ he said, “They're not telling the truth about what's going on down there” “One year after the Oklahoma City bombings, this officer who saved four lives was found unalived under very strange circumstances. On April 19th, 1995, Sergeant Terrence Yeakey responded to calls that a bomb had gone off in the Murroff Federal Building in downtown Oklahoma City. Sergeant Yakey was the first person to respond that day and was able to save four people before the second floor collapsed and he injured his back so severely he wasn't able to continue. An hour and a half later, police arrested Timothy McVeigh and Terry Nichols, who were anti-government extremists. A year after the bombing, Sergeant Yakey and 90 other officers were selected to receive the city's medal of valor, but just three days before the ceremony, he was found unalived in a field near his hometown of El Reno, Oklahoma. His car was found abandoned along the side of a dirt road, and there was a lot of blood in the car, but his body was found about a mile into the field off of that road. No gun was found on the scene, but he had been shot in the head and he was covered in cuts as well. According to one report, quote, "While still inside his Ford Probe that he had parked on a lonely country road, Yakey slashed himself 11 times on both forearms, twice on his throat, then apparently seeking an even more private place to end his life, he crawled 8,000 feet through rough terrain and climbed a fence before putting a gun to his head, which apparently took him to the hereafter.” He didn't leave a note, there was no investigation or autopsy, but police still immediately ruled that he had taken his own life. Terry had an ex-wife named Tanya who was the mother of his children and she claimed when she picked him up from the hospital after the bombing, he quote, started crying and It's not what they're saying it is. They're not telling the truth about what's going on down there, but wouldn't elaborate any further. She claimed that two or three days after the bombing, he asked her to take him back to the site so he could check for something under the daycare center, but they were turned away. She claimed that his supervisor made him rewrite his report on the bombing and that he started showing up at her house at very strange hours and acting very anxious and afraid. She'd said he'd started gathering up all of their insurance paperwork for her to keep, he wanted them to get remarried so that her daughters would be protected if something happened to him, and she said that he, quote, knew something was coming fast and was trying to protect his family, but he wasn't fast enough. After he passed, she went bankrupt and lost their house, and she said she knew for sure if he'd planned to take his life, he would have made sure that they were taken care of first. His daughters didn't receive a cent of his pension. And Tonya said that the police department was much more concerned with promoting a narrative that he took his own life because he felt guilty for not being able to save more people during the bombing and that he was estranged from his wife and children, which was simply not true. So do you think that he took his own life or do you think somebody took it for him? And either way, why was there no investigation or autopsy performed?”

Wall Street Apes

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🚨 TUCKER CARLSON ADMITTED HIS WIFE HAD NO IDEA HE GOT FIRED — THEN SAID THIS ABOUT MEN Tucker Carlson went on his podcast and told the story of getting fired in 2009 at the height of the financial crisis. He said it was his own fault. Ratings were bad. He was lazy, disengaged, and entitled after being famous since his 20s. He took the train home to tell his wife their life had just blown up. They didn’t even have a TV. She barely knew what he did for a living. She thought he was going to be king of the world. He told her in bed, with the dogs there, that he was fired and didn’t know what they were going to do. Her response: move to Vermont. Get a farm. Write books. Put the kids in public school. It’ll be awesome. He said that’s when he knew he married the right person. Then he went further. He said men are fragile like glass. They can run into machine gun fire, but if their wife loses confidence in them, they shatter. That moment, he said, is the reason he was able to rebuild. The comments are split between people calling it the most honest thing he’s ever said… and people saying he just admitted men are one disappointed wife away from collapsing. Did Tucker just explain why some men fall apart… or did he put the entire weight of a man’s life on his wife’s reaction?

🚨 TUCKER CARLSON ADMITTED HIS WIFE HAD NO IDEA HE GOT FIRED — THEN SAID THIS ABOUT MEN Tucker Carlson went on his podcast and told the story of getting fired in 2009 at the height of the financial crisis. He said it was his own fault. Ratings were bad. He was lazy, disengaged, and entitled after being famous since his 20s. He took the train home to tell his wife their life had just blown up. They didn’t even have a TV. She barely knew what he did for a living. She thought he was going to be king of the world. He told her in bed, with the dogs there, that he was fired and didn’t know what they were going to do. Her response: move to Vermont. Get a farm. Write books. Put the kids in public school. It’ll be awesome. He said that’s when he knew he married the right person. Then he went further. He said men are fragile like glass. They can run into machine gun fire, but if their wife loses confidence in them, they shatter. That moment, he said, is the reason he was able to rebuild. The comments are split between people calling it the most honest thing he’s ever said… and people saying he just admitted men are one disappointed wife away from collapsing. Did Tucker just explain why some men fall apart… or did he put the entire weight of a man’s life on his wife’s reaction?

HustleBitch

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Beethoven could not hear the music he wrote. At the age of 28, he realized he was no longer able to listen to a flute being played in the distance, and he spent the rest of his life composing the most enduring music in Western history in almost complete silence... He had been a working musician since childhood. His ears were everything. In 1798, in the middle of a heated argument with a singer, he noticed for the first time that something was wrong. The sound was thinning at the edges. He could hear voices, but high frequencies were beginning to disappear. He told no one for years. By 1802, the truth was no longer deniable. On his doctor's advice he moved to Heiligenstadt, a quiet village outside Vienna, hoping the country air would help. It did not. There, alone and surrounded by farmland, he wrote a letter to his two brothers that he never sent. It was found among his papers after his death. We now call it the Heiligenstadt Testament, and it is one of the most devastating documents ever written by an artist about himself: "You men who think or say that I am malevolent, stubborn or misanthropic, how greatly do you wrong me. You do not know the cause of my seeming so... what a humiliation, when one stood beside me and heard a flute in the distance and I heard nothing, or someone heard the shepherd singing, and again I heard nothing." He wrote, in the same letter, that he had thought of ending his life. And then he wrote the line that explains everything that followed: "Only my art held me back. It seemed impossible to me to leave the world before I had produced everything I felt called upon to produce." He went back to Vienna. He went on composing. Over the next two decades his hearing continued to fade. Friends began writing their words down in small notebooks instead of speaking them aloud, and waiting while he read. Modern scholars call these the conversation books. Around four hundred of them survive. To compose, he developed his own methods. He bit one end of a wooden rod and pressed the other against the soundboard of his piano, letting the vibrations travel through his jaw to his inner ear. He had stumbled, through trial and error, onto the principle that modern science calls bone conduction. The cause of his deafness has never been settled. What we do know is this: he realized he was losing his hearing at twenty-eight, and he could have stopped. He wrote the letter, he held the thought of dying in his hand, and then he put down the pen and went back to work. Most of what he is remembered for was composed after that moment: The Fifth Symphony. The Seventh. The Ninth. The Missa Solemnis. The late quartets. All of it was made by a man who could no longer hear most of what he was writing. There are people who give the world what they receive, and there are people who give the world what they were never able to receive. The most enduring beauty in human history has almost always come from the second kind... -- -- -- If you enjoyed this, I write a weekly newsletter read by over 50,000 people who love rediscovering the beauty of the past. You can join us here: I write about beauty in all its forms. If you'd like to support my work, a paid subscription is what makes it possible.

Beethoven could not hear the music he wrote. At the age of 28, he realized he was no longer able to listen to a flute being played in the distance, and he spent the rest of his life composing the most enduring music in Western history in almost complete silence... He had been a working musician since childhood. His ears were everything. In 1798, in the middle of a heated argument with a singer, he noticed for the first time that something was wrong. The sound was thinning at the edges. He could hear voices, but high frequencies were beginning to disappear. He told no one for years. By 1802, the truth was no longer deniable. On his doctor's advice he moved to Heiligenstadt, a quiet village outside Vienna, hoping the country air would help. It did not. There, alone and surrounded by farmland, he wrote a letter to his two brothers that he never sent. It was found among his papers after his death. We now call it the Heiligenstadt Testament, and it is one of the most devastating documents ever written by an artist about himself: "You men who think or say that I am malevolent, stubborn or misanthropic, how greatly do you wrong me. You do not know the cause of my seeming so... what a humiliation, when one stood beside me and heard a flute in the distance and I heard nothing, or someone heard the shepherd singing, and again I heard nothing." He wrote, in the same letter, that he had thought of ending his life. And then he wrote the line that explains everything that followed: "Only my art held me back. It seemed impossible to me to leave the world before I had produced everything I felt called upon to produce." He went back to Vienna. He went on composing. Over the next two decades his hearing continued to fade. Friends began writing their words down in small notebooks instead of speaking them aloud, and waiting while he read. Modern scholars call these the conversation books. Around four hundred of them survive. To compose, he developed his own methods. He bit one end of a wooden rod and pressed the other against the soundboard of his piano, letting the vibrations travel through his jaw to his inner ear. He had stumbled, through trial and error, onto the principle that modern science calls bone conduction. The cause of his deafness has never been settled. What we do know is this: he realized he was losing his hearing at twenty-eight, and he could have stopped. He wrote the letter, he held the thought of dying in his hand, and then he put down the pen and went back to work. Most of what he is remembered for was composed after that moment: The Fifth Symphony. The Seventh. The Ninth. The Missa Solemnis. The late quartets. All of it was made by a man who could no longer hear most of what he was writing. There are people who give the world what they receive, and there are people who give the world what they were never able to receive. The most enduring beauty in human history has almost always come from the second kind... -- -- -- If you enjoyed this, I write a weekly newsletter read by over 50,000 people who love rediscovering the beauty of the past. You can join us here: I write about beauty in all its forms. If you'd like to support my work, a paid subscription is what makes it possible.

James Lucas

155,076 Aufrufe • vor 3 Monaten

Dr. Fauci’s diary is proof of a man completely drunk on his own celebrity. He was literally gloating that people thought he was "more sexy than Tyra Banks" while MILLIONS of people were dying. And it looks like he knew exactly why they were dying, and it wasn't the wet market. Fauci knew all along that COVID came from the Wuhan Institute of Virology, just like we exposed years ago. When he sits down in front of Congress later this week, I’m not sure the autopen can save him this time. He can’t repeat the old narrative under oath without committing a fresh crime, and I doubt his pride will let him admit he lied. That leaves him with only one way out: pleading the Fifth, which would expose the whole facade.

Dr. Fauci’s diary is proof of a man completely drunk on his own celebrity. He was literally gloating that people thought he was "more sexy than Tyra Banks" while MILLIONS of people were dying. And it looks like he knew exactly why they were dying, and it wasn't the wet market. Fauci knew all along that COVID came from the Wuhan Institute of Virology, just like we exposed years ago. When he sits down in front of Congress later this week, I’m not sure the autopen can save him this time. He can’t repeat the old narrative under oath without committing a fresh crime, and I doubt his pride will let him admit he lied. That leaves him with only one way out: pleading the Fifth, which would expose the whole facade.

Glenn Beck

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This is what “swimming while Black” looks like in 2026 — an ordinary pool day with your children turned into a police encounter because a neighbor decides you don’t belong. According to the father, a white neighbor called the police on him and his sons because they were the only Black family at the pool. He says he had already shown proof that he stays there, yet she still demanded his ID. He further states that when officers arrived, they told her he did not have to show her anything — but by then one of his boys was in tears. He says the incident traumatized his children and that he may pursue legal action. 🎥: Leo Sullivan

This is what “swimming while Black” looks like in 2026 — an ordinary pool day with your children turned into a police encounter because a neighbor decides you don’t belong. According to the father, a white neighbor called the police on him and his sons because they were the only Black family at the pool. He says he had already shown proof that he stays there, yet she still demanded his ID. He further states that when officers arrived, they told her he did not have to show her anything — but by then one of his boys was in tears. He says the incident traumatized his children and that he may pursue legal action. 🎥: Leo Sullivan

Lee Merritt

496,726 Aufrufe • vor 27 Tagen

Who Do You Think The 3rd Person Is? Bill Gates? Klaus Schwab? Someone Else? “Nostradamus saw in his future three men that he called antichrists. One was Napoleon, the second one was Hitler, and the third one is the one that is to come, who is said to be the worst of all, because he will learn from the mistakes of the others. A very dangerous person. He didn't like the term antichrist. He said it was a Christian term, and it was not exactly what he meant. But he said, if you think of Christ as representing people, humanity, then antichrist is someone who does terrible things against humanity, against people. And it can be the type of personality like Genghis Khan or Attila the Hun, the type that doesn't care anything about what it's doing, it only wants power. So this is what he meant by an Antichrist. But the third one, he gave us a great deal of information about him because he wanted us to do something to stop the man. He said in the Bible, in the book of Revelation and other books in the Old Testament, the people saw the same things that he saw their symbolism they could understand in their time, but they all saw the same thing. And the man he refers to as the Antichrist is the number 666 in the Book of Revelation, called the Beast. Of course he said 666 also refers to his connection to his computers. So there's a lot more to it. But he has been predicted as far back as Bible times. So he said he has a destiny to fulfill. He has to come, but after he comes, what happens after that is in the hands of mankind. Do we allow it to go through the worst case scenarios or can we lessen it? That's the point fulfill. We were given a lot of information about this man because he is so important. We have his horoscope. He was born on February the 4th, 1962 in Jerusalem, but he's not Jewish. And his parents were killed during the Israeli war and when he was about six or seven years old, and he was raised by his uncle. His uncle is a very evil man, and we have had many people see him, and we have in my work, and we had one woman who was able to put together a police composite picture of the uncle and of the antichrist. She was a psychic who had worked with police on many cases, so she knew how to do the police composite kits. But the uncle took the young boy him as his own. What the young boy doesn't know was that the uncle had his parents killed, so he could have him for himself. And he has gotten together a very powerful group of rich Arabs in the Middle East, and they've been taking care of this young boy and grooming him for the role he is to take. It's a very powerful group of people that control everything that happens in the Middle East. They're the puppet masters behind the scenes. Nusrat Dhamma said, by the time seven puppets arise in the Middle East, you will realize what is happening that they are not the real leaders of the countries, but they are the puppets being manipulated by the puppet masters behind the scenes. The young Antichrist went to college in Egypt, and we were working on this at the same time he was in college, so we were shown several scenes of him in college. We knew where he was living. We had all this information.”

Who Do You Think The 3rd Person Is? Bill Gates? Klaus Schwab? Someone Else? “Nostradamus saw in his future three men that he called antichrists. One was Napoleon, the second one was Hitler, and the third one is the one that is to come, who is said to be the worst of all, because he will learn from the mistakes of the others. A very dangerous person. He didn't like the term antichrist. He said it was a Christian term, and it was not exactly what he meant. But he said, if you think of Christ as representing people, humanity, then antichrist is someone who does terrible things against humanity, against people. And it can be the type of personality like Genghis Khan or Attila the Hun, the type that doesn't care anything about what it's doing, it only wants power. So this is what he meant by an Antichrist. But the third one, he gave us a great deal of information about him because he wanted us to do something to stop the man. He said in the Bible, in the book of Revelation and other books in the Old Testament, the people saw the same things that he saw their symbolism they could understand in their time, but they all saw the same thing. And the man he refers to as the Antichrist is the number 666 in the Book of Revelation, called the Beast. Of course he said 666 also refers to his connection to his computers. So there's a lot more to it. But he has been predicted as far back as Bible times. So he said he has a destiny to fulfill. He has to come, but after he comes, what happens after that is in the hands of mankind. Do we allow it to go through the worst case scenarios or can we lessen it? That's the point fulfill. We were given a lot of information about this man because he is so important. We have his horoscope. He was born on February the 4th, 1962 in Jerusalem, but he's not Jewish. And his parents were killed during the Israeli war and when he was about six or seven years old, and he was raised by his uncle. His uncle is a very evil man, and we have had many people see him, and we have in my work, and we had one woman who was able to put together a police composite picture of the uncle and of the antichrist. She was a psychic who had worked with police on many cases, so she knew how to do the police composite kits. But the uncle took the young boy him as his own. What the young boy doesn't know was that the uncle had his parents killed, so he could have him for himself. And he has gotten together a very powerful group of rich Arabs in the Middle East, and they've been taking care of this young boy and grooming him for the role he is to take. It's a very powerful group of people that control everything that happens in the Middle East. They're the puppet masters behind the scenes. Nusrat Dhamma said, by the time seven puppets arise in the Middle East, you will realize what is happening that they are not the real leaders of the countries, but they are the puppets being manipulated by the puppet masters behind the scenes. The young Antichrist went to college in Egypt, and we were working on this at the same time he was in college, so we were shown several scenes of him in college. We knew where he was living. We had all this information.”

Wall Street Apes

1,338,694 Aufrufe • vor 2 Jahren

The man who invented modern fantasy didn't publish his first novel until he was forty-five. By that age, J.R.R. Tolkien had already built a respectable life. He was an Oxford professor, an expert in ancient languages, with a wife and four children and a settled academic career. He was exactly the kind of man who might reasonably have decided that the shape of his life was already fixed. The work he would be remembered for, he had not yet even begun... The story, which Tolkien told himself, is that one summer he was grading examination papers, when he turned a page and found that a student had left it blank. Without quite knowing why, he wrote a single sentence on it: "In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit." He did not know what a hobbit was. He had spent years inventing languages and mythologies as a private passion, and telling stories to his own children, never imagining any of it would reach the world. But that one line began to grow. It became a story, and then a book, and in 1937, at the age of forty-five, Tolkien published The Hobbit. It was a success, and his publisher asked for a sequel. Tolkien warned them it might take some time. It took 17 years... He wrote it in the margins of a demanding full-time job, revising endlessly, doubting it often. When The Lord of the Rings was finally published, in 1954 and 1955, he was in his early sixties. That book, begun as a middle-aged professor's private side project, went on to sell well over a hundred million copies, to invent modern fantasy as we know it, and to reshape the imagination of the entire world. Tolkien already had a full and respectable life behind him. And still, the thing he is remembered for, the thing that outlived him and reached hundreds of millions of people, was something he began at forty-five, at an age when it would have been the easiest thing in the world to tell himself he had already missed his chance. He didn't. It's never as late as it feels.

The man who invented modern fantasy didn't publish his first novel until he was forty-five. By that age, J.R.R. Tolkien had already built a respectable life. He was an Oxford professor, an expert in ancient languages, with a wife and four children and a settled academic career. He was exactly the kind of man who might reasonably have decided that the shape of his life was already fixed. The work he would be remembered for, he had not yet even begun... The story, which Tolkien told himself, is that one summer he was grading examination papers, when he turned a page and found that a student had left it blank. Without quite knowing why, he wrote a single sentence on it: "In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit." He did not know what a hobbit was. He had spent years inventing languages and mythologies as a private passion, and telling stories to his own children, never imagining any of it would reach the world. But that one line began to grow. It became a story, and then a book, and in 1937, at the age of forty-five, Tolkien published The Hobbit. It was a success, and his publisher asked for a sequel. Tolkien warned them it might take some time. It took 17 years... He wrote it in the margins of a demanding full-time job, revising endlessly, doubting it often. When The Lord of the Rings was finally published, in 1954 and 1955, he was in his early sixties. That book, begun as a middle-aged professor's private side project, went on to sell well over a hundred million copies, to invent modern fantasy as we know it, and to reshape the imagination of the entire world. Tolkien already had a full and respectable life behind him. And still, the thing he is remembered for, the thing that outlived him and reached hundreds of millions of people, was something he began at forty-five, at an age when it would have been the easiest thing in the world to tell himself he had already missed his chance. He didn't. It's never as late as it feels.

James Lucas

93,539 Aufrufe • vor 1 Monat

Devon Larratt just told Joe Rogan that during his Military Days, he and his Team went on a Military Campaign in the Ancient City of Erbil in Iraq, which is one of the most Ancient Cities in all of World History and is historically linked to Ancient Sumer and Ancient Babylon. He said that while they were in Erbil, one of his Comrades, who was in the Military with him, got possessed by a Demon for almost two whole Weeks. According to Devon Larratt, once it happened, he could instantly speak other Languages and psychically knew the deepest secrets of everyone around him, such as their Sins, as well as everything about their Childhoods, along with things that they never told anybody before, where this Ancient Sumerian Demon was apparently trying to mimic the Gifts Of The Holy Spirit. His demonically-possessed Comrade went to several Military Medical Professionals to try to figure out what was wrong with him and they all told him that he needed to see the Military Priest that was touring with them in Iraq and then the Priest performed an Exorcism on him and successfully drove out the Demon. What was even stranger is that the Priest told them that he has dealt with this particular Ancient Demon many times before and has seen multiple people start doing the exact same things that he was doing and perceiving instantly once they were possessed by it just like he did and the Priest wasn’t surprised by any of these things at all once they told him about them. The now formerly-possessed Man still has to check up with his Local Parish atleast once a Week, and, needless to say, he retired from the Military after having that insane experience.

Devon Larratt just told Joe Rogan that during his Military Days, he and his Team went on a Military Campaign in the Ancient City of Erbil in Iraq, which is one of the most Ancient Cities in all of World History and is historically linked to Ancient Sumer and Ancient Babylon. He said that while they were in Erbil, one of his Comrades, who was in the Military with him, got possessed by a Demon for almost two whole Weeks. According to Devon Larratt, once it happened, he could instantly speak other Languages and psychically knew the deepest secrets of everyone around him, such as their Sins, as well as everything about their Childhoods, along with things that they never told anybody before, where this Ancient Sumerian Demon was apparently trying to mimic the Gifts Of The Holy Spirit. His demonically-possessed Comrade went to several Military Medical Professionals to try to figure out what was wrong with him and they all told him that he needed to see the Military Priest that was touring with them in Iraq and then the Priest performed an Exorcism on him and successfully drove out the Demon. What was even stranger is that the Priest told them that he has dealt with this particular Ancient Demon many times before and has seen multiple people start doing the exact same things that he was doing and perceiving instantly once they were possessed by it just like he did and the Priest wasn’t surprised by any of these things at all once they told him about them. The now formerly-possessed Man still has to check up with his Local Parish atleast once a Week, and, needless to say, he retired from the Military after having that insane experience.

Godrules1

534,177 Aufrufe • vor 2 Monaten