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👑✝️ 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗤𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗠𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀. “𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶?” Because Jesus listens when His Mother asks. She still intercedes for us today. 💙 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘫𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮

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𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐑: “𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊. 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐍𝐎.” This montage from Real Time is something every Democrat should have to watch. Maher lays it out plainly: the biggest names in the Democratic Party — Hillary Clinton, Bill Clinton, Kamala Harris — 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞 to come on his show. “𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘏𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯? 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘒𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘢 𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘯? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘬? 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘰.” Then the kicker: “𝘐𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘖𝘣𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘰𝘯. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘐 𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.” And who does show up? “𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘙𝘦𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘴? 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘶𝘱.” That’s the tell. Republicans walk into adversarial interviews. Democrats won’t even walk into 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 ones — because Maher asks follow-up questions, and follow-up questions are what the Democratic messaging apparatus cannot survive. Then the clip shifts to Maher defending Trump on foreign policy — to his own liberal audience. “𝘏𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘐𝘳𝘢𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘗𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺. 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘕𝘈𝘛𝘖. 𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘕𝘈𝘛𝘖. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘙𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢.” When someone accused him of “coming around,” Maher shot back: “𝘐’𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦.” Then there’s the White House ballroom segment, where Maher defended the renovation: “𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮. 𝘞𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘺. 𝘞𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵.” The liberal outrage machine is so reflexive that it attacks a private donation to improve the People’s House — and Maher called it out. This is a man who voted Democrat his entire life, told his audience he doesn’t hate the Iran bombing, showed clips of Iranians doing the Trump dance on his show (Yahoo Entertainment), and has called the Iranian government a 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐲. He’s not switching parties. He’s just refusing to lie — and that alone is enough to make him radioactive to the Democratic establishment. His own show gets 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 now — not because Maher moved right, but because the left moved away from anyone who asks inconvenient questions. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭. 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲.

𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐑: “𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊. 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐍𝐎.” This montage from Real Time is something every Democrat should have to watch. Maher lays it out plainly: the biggest names in the Democratic Party — Hillary Clinton, Bill Clinton, Kamala Harris — 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞 to come on his show. “𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘏𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯? 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘒𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘢 𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘯? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘬? 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘰.” Then the kicker: “𝘐𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘖𝘣𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘰𝘯. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘐 𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.” And who does show up? “𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘙𝘦𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘴? 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘶𝘱.” That’s the tell. Republicans walk into adversarial interviews. Democrats won’t even walk into 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 ones — because Maher asks follow-up questions, and follow-up questions are what the Democratic messaging apparatus cannot survive. Then the clip shifts to Maher defending Trump on foreign policy — to his own liberal audience. “𝘏𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘐𝘳𝘢𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘗𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺. 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘕𝘈𝘛𝘖. 𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘕𝘈𝘛𝘖. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘙𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢.” When someone accused him of “coming around,” Maher shot back: “𝘐’𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦.” Then there’s the White House ballroom segment, where Maher defended the renovation: “𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮. 𝘞𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘺. 𝘞𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵.” The liberal outrage machine is so reflexive that it attacks a private donation to improve the People’s House — and Maher called it out. This is a man who voted Democrat his entire life, told his audience he doesn’t hate the Iran bombing, showed clips of Iranians doing the Trump dance on his show (Yahoo Entertainment), and has called the Iranian government a 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐲. He’s not switching parties. He’s just refusing to lie — and that alone is enough to make him radioactive to the Democratic establishment. His own show gets 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 now — not because Maher moved right, but because the left moved away from anyone who asks inconvenient questions. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭. 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲.

M.A. Rothman

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My Christmas Message to the Peacemakers! Dear Family, Merry Christmas! At Christmas, we remember that Jesus, in all his glory, was born into a world that desperately needed him, but was not ready for him. He wasn’t born into comfort or safety. He was born into a dark and uncertain moment in history. The manger has become a symbol of peace, but in reality, it reflected how little room the world had for God’s son. His arrival was not met with understanding and love, but with fear, rejection, and a search for shelter. And yet, even then, heaven did not retreat. Jesus did not retreat. Jesus came not because the world was ready, but because Heaven could not wait any longer. He came knowing what it might cost. He came willing to go to the ends of the earth to save us. Even when he was misunderstood, even when led toward suffering, even when his path narrowed towards certain death, he did not hold back. He came to fulfill the dream of God, and he was willing to give everything for it. True Father lived with the same determination. He was called at a young age to continue what Jesus longed to fulfill. Father knew the opposition he would face. He knew the price humanity had to pay. And yet he was willing to pay it all himself if he could. He gave everything. He crossed nations, endured prisons, rejection, betrayal, and still never turned back. He longed to fulfill that which Jesus longed to fulfill. He lived his life not for comfort, but for restoration. He did not come to harmonize with the world as it was, but to awaken the world to what it could finally be. And he did all of this with a heart so robust and a smile so bright, that he made us believe it was all truly possible. True Mother has walked the same road. From the time she was a girl, she knew who she was. She accepted her path without complaint. She has stood for God’s dream through every season. Through opposition, loss, misunderstanding, and now, confinement. Not because she seeks sympathy, but because she refuses to abandon Heaven’s hope. Like Jesus. Like Father. She is not looking for acceptance from the world as it is. She is embracing us with the longing heart of a mother. Caressing our wounds to say, "Heaven is here my children. Please have courage. Our Heavenly Parent loves you." She is offering the peace of Heaven. And yet again, the world struggles to receive it. This Christmas, she sits in a prison cell. Not because she has done wrong, but because once again, we do not recognize the one who was sent. But history is not written by the world’s readiness. It is shaped by those who walk into the storm with eyes wide open, and the quiet resolve to carry Heaven’s dream no matter the cost. Jesus was not stopped by rejection. His sacrifice became the cornerstone for the next chapter of God’s providence. True Father was not deterred by resistance. He pushed forward, so that the blessing could be extended to all people. True Mother is not broken by walls or bars. She continues even now to lead, to pray, and to guide us into the next stage of Heaven’s history. Christmas reminds us that God’s work does not pause for ideal circumstances. It breaks through in the midst of darkness. It takes root in humble places. It advances through those who are willing to give everything, even if the world isn’t ready to understand. That is the spirit of Jesus’ birth. That is the spirit of Father’s life. That is the spirit True Mother is showing us now. This is not a time for despair. It is a time to remember why we believe. To remember why we were called. To remember that we are part of something far greater than that which the world can currently see. Many of us will be with our families this Christmas. We should be. Family is at the center of everything we stand for. But let’s also take a moment to remember what this season is truly about. It is not just a memory of a holy birth. It is a reminder that Heaven never stops loving, never stops sending, and never stops calling us to walk that path of devotion. Jesus came with no guarantee he would be received. He came anyway. Father lived with no certainty of success. He never stopped. Mother continues now with no hesitation, even in the face of isolation. They are not waiting for the world to agree. They are living to fulfill God's dream, and it is the world that will have to catch up. That is the spirit we inherit. That is why we keep going. That is why we still believe. Merry Christmas dear family. Merry Christmas. Demian & Family. #GodsDreamOneFamily #Christmas #ReleaseTheMotherOfPeace

My Christmas Message to the Peacemakers! Dear Family, Merry Christmas! At Christmas, we remember that Jesus, in all his glory, was born into a world that desperately needed him, but was not ready for him. He wasn’t born into comfort or safety. He was born into a dark and uncertain moment in history. The manger has become a symbol of peace, but in reality, it reflected how little room the world had for God’s son. His arrival was not met with understanding and love, but with fear, rejection, and a search for shelter. And yet, even then, heaven did not retreat. Jesus did not retreat. Jesus came not because the world was ready, but because Heaven could not wait any longer. He came knowing what it might cost. He came willing to go to the ends of the earth to save us. Even when he was misunderstood, even when led toward suffering, even when his path narrowed towards certain death, he did not hold back. He came to fulfill the dream of God, and he was willing to give everything for it. True Father lived with the same determination. He was called at a young age to continue what Jesus longed to fulfill. Father knew the opposition he would face. He knew the price humanity had to pay. And yet he was willing to pay it all himself if he could. He gave everything. He crossed nations, endured prisons, rejection, betrayal, and still never turned back. He longed to fulfill that which Jesus longed to fulfill. He lived his life not for comfort, but for restoration. He did not come to harmonize with the world as it was, but to awaken the world to what it could finally be. And he did all of this with a heart so robust and a smile so bright, that he made us believe it was all truly possible. True Mother has walked the same road. From the time she was a girl, she knew who she was. She accepted her path without complaint. She has stood for God’s dream through every season. Through opposition, loss, misunderstanding, and now, confinement. Not because she seeks sympathy, but because she refuses to abandon Heaven’s hope. Like Jesus. Like Father. She is not looking for acceptance from the world as it is. She is embracing us with the longing heart of a mother. Caressing our wounds to say, "Heaven is here my children. Please have courage. Our Heavenly Parent loves you." She is offering the peace of Heaven. And yet again, the world struggles to receive it. This Christmas, she sits in a prison cell. Not because she has done wrong, but because once again, we do not recognize the one who was sent. But history is not written by the world’s readiness. It is shaped by those who walk into the storm with eyes wide open, and the quiet resolve to carry Heaven’s dream no matter the cost. Jesus was not stopped by rejection. His sacrifice became the cornerstone for the next chapter of God’s providence. True Father was not deterred by resistance. He pushed forward, so that the blessing could be extended to all people. True Mother is not broken by walls or bars. She continues even now to lead, to pray, and to guide us into the next stage of Heaven’s history. Christmas reminds us that God’s work does not pause for ideal circumstances. It breaks through in the midst of darkness. It takes root in humble places. It advances through those who are willing to give everything, even if the world isn’t ready to understand. That is the spirit of Jesus’ birth. That is the spirit of Father’s life. That is the spirit True Mother is showing us now. This is not a time for despair. It is a time to remember why we believe. To remember why we were called. To remember that we are part of something far greater than that which the world can currently see. Many of us will be with our families this Christmas. We should be. Family is at the center of everything we stand for. But let’s also take a moment to remember what this season is truly about. It is not just a memory of a holy birth. It is a reminder that Heaven never stops loving, never stops sending, and never stops calling us to walk that path of devotion. Jesus came with no guarantee he would be received. He came anyway. Father lived with no certainty of success. He never stopped. Mother continues now with no hesitation, even in the face of isolation. They are not waiting for the world to agree. They are living to fulfill God's dream, and it is the world that will have to catch up. That is the spirit we inherit. That is why we keep going. That is why we still believe. Merry Christmas dear family. Merry Christmas. Demian & Family. #GodsDreamOneFamily #Christmas #ReleaseTheMotherOfPeace

Demian Dunkley

10,996 Aufrufe • vor 8 Monaten

#Kwibuka32 Mimi TESTIMONY ———————————————— Her name is Mimi. She survived the 1994 Genocide against the Tutsi in Rwanda because of the courage and humanity of a man named Ndahigwa. During those dark days, Mimi was found as an infant, still breastfeeding from her mother—who had been brutally killed and lay among piles of bodies at Saint Famille, on the primary school football field. It was a heartbreaking and unimaginable scene, one that no child should ever be part of. Yet, from that tragedy, a life was saved. Ndahigwa, who was not himself targeted during the genocide and worked with the Red Cross, chose compassion over fear. In a time when many turned away, he stepped forward. He rescued Mimi and raised her as his own, caring for her from infancy through adulthood. He gave her not only a chance to live, but a chance to grow, to be loved, and to belong. He stood by her side through the years, supporting her until she eventually got married. However, her marriage did not last, as her husband constantly pressured and mistreated her, questioning her about a family she never had the chance to know. Today, Mimi is alive, but she lives with a deep and painful absence—she does not know her biological family, nor does she have any known relatives. She carries unanswered questions about her identity and her roots. With hope in her heart, she is reaching out to anyone who might recognize her story or have any information about her family, asking for help in reconnecting with her origins. At the same time, Mimi is a mother, doing her best to raise her children under difficult circumstances. She is struggling financially and humbly asks for support from anyone who is able to help, no matter how small the contribution. Her story is one of survival, loss, love, and resilience. And today, she is not only searching for her past—but also fighting to build a better future for her children.

#Kwibuka32 Mimi TESTIMONY ———————————————— Her name is Mimi. She survived the 1994 Genocide against the Tutsi in Rwanda because of the courage and humanity of a man named Ndahigwa. During those dark days, Mimi was found as an infant, still breastfeeding from her mother—who had been brutally killed and lay among piles of bodies at Saint Famille, on the primary school football field. It was a heartbreaking and unimaginable scene, one that no child should ever be part of. Yet, from that tragedy, a life was saved. Ndahigwa, who was not himself targeted during the genocide and worked with the Red Cross, chose compassion over fear. In a time when many turned away, he stepped forward. He rescued Mimi and raised her as his own, caring for her from infancy through adulthood. He gave her not only a chance to live, but a chance to grow, to be loved, and to belong. He stood by her side through the years, supporting her until she eventually got married. However, her marriage did not last, as her husband constantly pressured and mistreated her, questioning her about a family she never had the chance to know. Today, Mimi is alive, but she lives with a deep and painful absence—she does not know her biological family, nor does she have any known relatives. She carries unanswered questions about her identity and her roots. With hope in her heart, she is reaching out to anyone who might recognize her story or have any information about her family, asking for help in reconnecting with her origins. At the same time, Mimi is a mother, doing her best to raise her children under difficult circumstances. She is struggling financially and humbly asks for support from anyone who is able to help, no matter how small the contribution. Her story is one of survival, loss, love, and resilience. And today, she is not only searching for her past—but also fighting to build a better future for her children.

Sniper

13,497 Aufrufe • vor 5 Monaten

🚨 Donate urgently to starving children in Gaza 🚨 👉 Before you keep scrolling… Somewhere in Gaza tonight… A child is sitting beside an empty plate. Waiting. Watching their mother. Hoping she will put something on it. But there is nothing. No rice. No meat. No warm meal. Nothing to silence the hunger tearing through their small body. The child asks: “Mama… are we going to eat today?” She has no answer. She searches through the tent. An empty bag. An empty pot. A few crumbs. Nothing else. Then she looks at her child and tries to hide the pain on her face. Because how do you explain to a hungry child that there is simply no food? 💔 In Gaza, children are not asking for sweets. They are not asking for toys. They are not asking for their favorite meal. They are begging for something far more basic: A plate of food. A little rice. A piece of meat. One warm meal before they fall asleep. Tonight, some children will go to sleep with empty stomachs. Some mothers will pretend they are not hungry so their children can eat the little food that remains. Some families will divide one small portion between several children. And some children will wake tomorrow still asking the same heartbreaking question: “Is there anything to eat?” This is why Project Muhmmed is preparing and distributing rice and meat directly to displaced families and hungry children inside Gaza. We cook inside Gaza. We prepare the meals. We carry them directly into displacement camps. And we place them into the hands of children who have endured hunger for far too long. For some of these children, receiving a plate of rice and meat is no longer an ordinary meal. It is a moment of survival. Imagine a child who has spent the day surrounded by rubble… Hungry. Exhausted. Waiting. Then imagine someone placing a warm plate of rice and meat into their small hands. For a few minutes… They are not searching for food. They are not staring at an empty pot. They are not asking their mother when they will eat. They are simply eating. But there is something terrifying happening now: Donations have almost stopped. And without donations, the pots become empty. The meals stop. And children who are waiting for us may receive nothing. We cannot bear the thought of arriving at a displacement camp and seeing children running toward us with empty plates… Only to have nothing to give them. We don’t want to tell a hungry child: “There is no meal for you today.” This work has continued because compassionate people refused to abandon Gaza’s children. 🩷 William Menaker (Will 🦥 Menaker) 🩷 Eyup Lovely (Eyup Lovely) 🩷 Felix (GoliathFan1952) Their voices have helped us put food into the hands of children who desperately needed it. Now we desperately need yours. Please… Don’t scroll past these children. Don’t assume someone else will donate. Don’t tell yourself tomorrow will be better. Because hunger does not wait until tomorrow. Your donation today can become rice and meat on a hungry child’s plate. It can become a warm meal for a mother who has nothing left to cook. It can mean that tonight, instead of falling asleep hungry, a child in Gaza goes to sleep after finally eating. 🍚🥩 Donate urgently. Help us cook and distribute rice and meat to Gaza’s hungry children and displaced families. Help us fill their plates before another child is forced to sleep hungry tonight. 👉

🚨 Donate urgently to starving children in Gaza 🚨 👉 Before you keep scrolling… Somewhere in Gaza tonight… A child is sitting beside an empty plate. Waiting. Watching their mother. Hoping she will put something on it. But there is nothing. No rice. No meat. No warm meal. Nothing to silence the hunger tearing through their small body. The child asks: “Mama… are we going to eat today?” She has no answer. She searches through the tent. An empty bag. An empty pot. A few crumbs. Nothing else. Then she looks at her child and tries to hide the pain on her face. Because how do you explain to a hungry child that there is simply no food? 💔 In Gaza, children are not asking for sweets. They are not asking for toys. They are not asking for their favorite meal. They are begging for something far more basic: A plate of food. A little rice. A piece of meat. One warm meal before they fall asleep. Tonight, some children will go to sleep with empty stomachs. Some mothers will pretend they are not hungry so their children can eat the little food that remains. Some families will divide one small portion between several children. And some children will wake tomorrow still asking the same heartbreaking question: “Is there anything to eat?” This is why Project Muhmmed is preparing and distributing rice and meat directly to displaced families and hungry children inside Gaza. We cook inside Gaza. We prepare the meals. We carry them directly into displacement camps. And we place them into the hands of children who have endured hunger for far too long. For some of these children, receiving a plate of rice and meat is no longer an ordinary meal. It is a moment of survival. Imagine a child who has spent the day surrounded by rubble… Hungry. Exhausted. Waiting. Then imagine someone placing a warm plate of rice and meat into their small hands. For a few minutes… They are not searching for food. They are not staring at an empty pot. They are not asking their mother when they will eat. They are simply eating. But there is something terrifying happening now: Donations have almost stopped. And without donations, the pots become empty. The meals stop. And children who are waiting for us may receive nothing. We cannot bear the thought of arriving at a displacement camp and seeing children running toward us with empty plates… Only to have nothing to give them. We don’t want to tell a hungry child: “There is no meal for you today.” This work has continued because compassionate people refused to abandon Gaza’s children. 🩷 William Menaker (Will 🦥 Menaker) 🩷 Eyup Lovely (Eyup Lovely) 🩷 Felix (GoliathFan1952) Their voices have helped us put food into the hands of children who desperately needed it. Now we desperately need yours. Please… Don’t scroll past these children. Don’t assume someone else will donate. Don’t tell yourself tomorrow will be better. Because hunger does not wait until tomorrow. Your donation today can become rice and meat on a hungry child’s plate. It can become a warm meal for a mother who has nothing left to cook. It can mean that tonight, instead of falling asleep hungry, a child in Gaza goes to sleep after finally eating. 🍚🥩 Donate urgently. Help us cook and distribute rice and meat to Gaza’s hungry children and displaced families. Help us fill their plates before another child is forced to sleep hungry tonight. 👉

Muhmmed Project𓂆 🇵🇸

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🚨Promethean Action: I rest my case! I just watched PBD Podcast, and Patrick asked Susan Kokinda all the RIGHT questions, and she responded exactly the way I knew she would. "LaRouche was an intellectual that forced you to constantly HYPOTHESIZE..." Patrick read her organization’s own claims back to her: • Queen Elizabeth II ran the international drug trade. • The IMF created and spread AIDS. • British intelligence orchestrated Russiagate. • The Queen framed Bill Clinton. • The CIA and KGB brainwashed LaRouche aides into assassins. • Britain controls Israel as a zombie nation. Patrick said he could keep going on and on and on. 🤣 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗹𝘆, 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱’𝘃𝗲!!! Kokinda’s entire defence was that these were “𝗰𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀.” If Patrick had misrepresented them, she could’ve corrected him immediately. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁. 𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧! And on the Queen and the drug trade, she couldn’t simply retreat to the softer claim that London banks laundered drug money. Dope, Inc., which LaRouche commissioned in 1978, directly invokes the British monarchy and calls the fight “a war against Britain.” So what did Susan do? She talked about offshore banks, the Cayman Islands and HSBC. 𝗣𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵. 𝗦𝘂𝘀𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀. See how that works? She never returned to the claims about AIDS, Russiagate, Clinton, brainwashed assassins, Israel or the banking families Patrick named. Then came the facts she did try to defend. 🔴Susan referred to “Costa or Cota,” supposedly a Russian anti-drug czar who gave a UN speech supporting LaRouche. The only UN figure matching that name is Antonio Maria Costa. He’s Italian. He ran the UN drug office in Vienna. It wasn’t a UN speech, but a 2009 magazine interview. He said drug money entered banks as liquidity during the crash. He didn’t say London controlled the drug trade. 𝗪𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆. 𝗪𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝗼𝗯. 𝗪𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘂𝗲. 𝗪𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁. 🤣 🔴Then Susan said Robert Mueller was among those who prosecuted LaRouche. That’s true. What she left out is that the Boston case ended in a mistrial and convicted nobody. LaRouche was convicted later in Virginia, after Mueller had already left. 🔴Susan also quoted Henry Kissinger saying "when I was Secretary of State." He wasn't. That line is from his 1982 Chatham House lecture, and he was describing his earlier years as national security adviser. 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗾𝘂𝗼𝘁𝗲. 𝗪𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝗼𝗯 𝘁𝗶𝘁𝗹𝗲. 🙃 🔴Then there’s the claim that LaRouche created the Strategic Defense Initiative and was imprisoned because he became too influential. 🤣 I couldn’t find an independent source for it. Every publication making that claim came from inside the LaRouche movement. 🔴Then Kokinda looked into the camera and said: “Go to the primary sources yourself and start thinking.” Great advice. Minutes later, she called Richard Poe “a really competent historian.” 𝗥𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗣𝗼𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗷𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗵𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗻. 🤣 His background includes the New York Post, SUCCESS, FrontPage Magazine and books about network marketing. Susan’s proof that his book was solid? About 20 percent of it was footnotes. 🙃 𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗲’𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻.🎯 In one interview, -An Italian UN administrator became a Russian drug czar. -Mueller’s failed prosecution became the one that convicted LaRouche. -A journalist magically became a respected historian. -Kissinger got promoted to a job he didn't hold yet. Every error only strengthened Susan’s argument. And when Patrick challenged her movement’s biggest claims, Susan used the same move: 𝗦𝘄𝗮𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗶𝗴 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲𝘀. Kokinda has been part of the LaRouche movement since the 1970s. She’s still promoting the same doctrine under a new name today no matter what she says about distancing herself from LaRouche's wife. 𝗦𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗰𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗲. 𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀. 𝗦𝘂𝗯𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. I won't bring this up again. But I wanted to put this together for people to not mindlessly just believe anyone. Don't even believe me, check my claims. If I'm wrong call me out. I have no problem admitting I'm wrong. Vesper

🚨Promethean Action: I rest my case! I just watched PBD Podcast, and Patrick asked Susan Kokinda all the RIGHT questions, and she responded exactly the way I knew she would. "LaRouche was an intellectual that forced you to constantly HYPOTHESIZE..." Patrick read her organization’s own claims back to her: • Queen Elizabeth II ran the international drug trade. • The IMF created and spread AIDS. • British intelligence orchestrated Russiagate. • The Queen framed Bill Clinton. • The CIA and KGB brainwashed LaRouche aides into assassins. • Britain controls Israel as a zombie nation. Patrick said he could keep going on and on and on. 🤣 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗹𝘆, 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱’𝘃𝗲!!! Kokinda’s entire defence was that these were “𝗰𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀.” If Patrick had misrepresented them, she could’ve corrected him immediately. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁. 𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧! And on the Queen and the drug trade, she couldn’t simply retreat to the softer claim that London banks laundered drug money. Dope, Inc., which LaRouche commissioned in 1978, directly invokes the British monarchy and calls the fight “a war against Britain.” So what did Susan do? She talked about offshore banks, the Cayman Islands and HSBC. 𝗣𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵. 𝗦𝘂𝘀𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀. See how that works? She never returned to the claims about AIDS, Russiagate, Clinton, brainwashed assassins, Israel or the banking families Patrick named. Then came the facts she did try to defend. 🔴Susan referred to “Costa or Cota,” supposedly a Russian anti-drug czar who gave a UN speech supporting LaRouche. The only UN figure matching that name is Antonio Maria Costa. He’s Italian. He ran the UN drug office in Vienna. It wasn’t a UN speech, but a 2009 magazine interview. He said drug money entered banks as liquidity during the crash. He didn’t say London controlled the drug trade. 𝗪𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆. 𝗪𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝗼𝗯. 𝗪𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘂𝗲. 𝗪𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁. 🤣 🔴Then Susan said Robert Mueller was among those who prosecuted LaRouche. That’s true. What she left out is that the Boston case ended in a mistrial and convicted nobody. LaRouche was convicted later in Virginia, after Mueller had already left. 🔴Susan also quoted Henry Kissinger saying "when I was Secretary of State." He wasn't. That line is from his 1982 Chatham House lecture, and he was describing his earlier years as national security adviser. 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗾𝘂𝗼𝘁𝗲. 𝗪𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝗼𝗯 𝘁𝗶𝘁𝗹𝗲. 🙃 🔴Then there’s the claim that LaRouche created the Strategic Defense Initiative and was imprisoned because he became too influential. 🤣 I couldn’t find an independent source for it. Every publication making that claim came from inside the LaRouche movement. 🔴Then Kokinda looked into the camera and said: “Go to the primary sources yourself and start thinking.” Great advice. Minutes later, she called Richard Poe “a really competent historian.” 𝗥𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗣𝗼𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗷𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗵𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗻. 🤣 His background includes the New York Post, SUCCESS, FrontPage Magazine and books about network marketing. Susan’s proof that his book was solid? About 20 percent of it was footnotes. 🙃 𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗲’𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻.🎯 In one interview, -An Italian UN administrator became a Russian drug czar. -Mueller’s failed prosecution became the one that convicted LaRouche. -A journalist magically became a respected historian. -Kissinger got promoted to a job he didn't hold yet. Every error only strengthened Susan’s argument. And when Patrick challenged her movement’s biggest claims, Susan used the same move: 𝗦𝘄𝗮𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗶𝗴 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲𝘀. Kokinda has been part of the LaRouche movement since the 1970s. She’s still promoting the same doctrine under a new name today no matter what she says about distancing herself from LaRouche's wife. 𝗦𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗰𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗲. 𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀. 𝗦𝘂𝗯𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. I won't bring this up again. But I wanted to put this together for people to not mindlessly just believe anyone. Don't even believe me, check my claims. If I'm wrong call me out. I have no problem admitting I'm wrong. Vesper

Vesper

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It was 2018. Today makes it exactly 7 years since Winifred's Father and brother gangraped 8 years old Ochanya to death. Day by day, turn by turn, Mr. Andrew and his son violate and defile an innocent girl of 8 years for more than five years. On the 27th October, 2018, protest broke out. We started from Wrukum (Food Basket of the Nation) Round about in Makurdi Northbank, then to government house. While we protested there, others were protesting in Wadata, and Kanshio. I came online, (Facebook) I saw that people were protesting in Abuja too. Then Winifred's Father was arrested. We were told that the son was "on the run"—till date, he has not be caught. (They just didn't want to). Shame on the police. The mother hid about ten reports from doctors. So the girl could not be treated because she feared for her son and husband. Ochanya could no longer pee or execrate, her situation became worse, yet father and son were still riding her. It started when she was 8years, down to 13years, then we lost her. No, Ochanya didn't d!e, Andrew and his son kllled her in an inhumane cruel and demonic way. Seven years after, the man who raped an eight years kid is still a lecturer in Benue State Polytechnic Ugbokolo, teaching other pretty teenagers. Imagine how many young girls he would have raped to give them good grades. The Justice system failed Ochanya. The son is still roaming the streets amongst innocent toddlers. He is a predator and must be caged behind bar. Justice must prevail. Join me to call on Nigeria Police Force and Benue State Government to ensure that justice prevails. Ochanya deserves justice. Rapists and murders working and walking freely among us is a threat to our existence. #JusticeforOchanya

It was 2018. Today makes it exactly 7 years since Winifred's Father and brother gangraped 8 years old Ochanya to death. Day by day, turn by turn, Mr. Andrew and his son violate and defile an innocent girl of 8 years for more than five years. On the 27th October, 2018, protest broke out. We started from Wrukum (Food Basket of the Nation) Round about in Makurdi Northbank, then to government house. While we protested there, others were protesting in Wadata, and Kanshio. I came online, (Facebook) I saw that people were protesting in Abuja too. Then Winifred's Father was arrested. We were told that the son was "on the run"—till date, he has not be caught. (They just didn't want to). Shame on the police. The mother hid about ten reports from doctors. So the girl could not be treated because she feared for her son and husband. Ochanya could no longer pee or execrate, her situation became worse, yet father and son were still riding her. It started when she was 8years, down to 13years, then we lost her. No, Ochanya didn't d!e, Andrew and his son kllled her in an inhumane cruel and demonic way. Seven years after, the man who raped an eight years kid is still a lecturer in Benue State Polytechnic Ugbokolo, teaching other pretty teenagers. Imagine how many young girls he would have raped to give them good grades. The Justice system failed Ochanya. The son is still roaming the streets amongst innocent toddlers. He is a predator and must be caged behind bar. Justice must prevail. Join me to call on Nigeria Police Force and Benue State Government to ensure that justice prevails. Ochanya deserves justice. Rapists and murders working and walking freely among us is a threat to our existence. #JusticeforOchanya

The LIGHT☄️

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I Am The Only Father To Surrender A Son To The Police! Meet Bandi Sanjay, BJP MP from Karimnagar and Union Minister of State, Home Affairs. His 27 year old son is accused in grooming, assault and raping a 17 year old minor girl. He allegedly invited the family home to talk and threatened, coerced and even abused the victim. He apparently asked the victim who attempted suicide if the taste of phenyl was good. He apparently asked the victim’s family how his son is responsible when the girl is of loose character and roamed around with so many others. When the family goes to file a police complaint, he apparently used his clout and stopped the filing of FIR for hours. While the family is still trying to get to the police to file an FIR, he apparently used his power to get a fake case of honey trapping & extortion on the victim. Uses his power as Union Minister of Home Affairs for state to ensure that mainstream media doesn’t utter a word for three days. Absolute silence. Sits and laughs with the Prime Minister and Chief Minister on stage, 24 hours after filing the case. Uses the stage display his power. Congress CM calls him best friend. PM Modi invites the Congress CM to join hands with him. Then big money is paid to so called influencers to character assassinate the victim, gaslight her and share all her private photos, videos, information, addresses and family details on all social platforms. Peddles a narrative that the victim is not a minor. Then takes out a religious rally and openly threatens the victim and her family. Promises to burn everyone fighting for justice of the victim…like Hanuman did to Lanka!!! Goes to court and gets a Gag order to ensure that media doesn’t bring up his name when speaking about the case. Approaches the vacation bench at the Telangana High Court and pleads for an interim bail. Before the bail hearing starts, takes and admits his old mother to the hospital because apparently she fell sick due to all these developments. Not the victim’s mother or father but the accused’s politically powerful father’s mother is stressed. Tries to milk sympathy by releasing mother’s hospital videos. Interim bail is refused. Next day, which is DAY NINE of the FIR after a series of dramatic incidents, 27 year old son Bandi Bageerath is in Charlapally jail. Meanwhile Bageerath wipes out his phone and loses his SIM card. Today Bandi Sanjay comes in front of the media and claims he is the only father who surrendered his only son to the police. Not enrolled him in the army. Not sending him to fight at the border. Just surrendered his son to prison after nine days of POCSO FIR being filed. Next he will tell us how he is the virtuous King Dasharadha and his son the most rightful Lord Rama 🙏🏽 చెప్పేవాడికి వినేవాడు లోకువ మరి!

I Am The Only Father To Surrender A Son To The Police! Meet Bandi Sanjay, BJP MP from Karimnagar and Union Minister of State, Home Affairs. His 27 year old son is accused in grooming, assault and raping a 17 year old minor girl. He allegedly invited the family home to talk and threatened, coerced and even abused the victim. He apparently asked the victim who attempted suicide if the taste of phenyl was good. He apparently asked the victim’s family how his son is responsible when the girl is of loose character and roamed around with so many others. When the family goes to file a police complaint, he apparently used his clout and stopped the filing of FIR for hours. While the family is still trying to get to the police to file an FIR, he apparently used his power to get a fake case of honey trapping & extortion on the victim. Uses his power as Union Minister of Home Affairs for state to ensure that mainstream media doesn’t utter a word for three days. Absolute silence. Sits and laughs with the Prime Minister and Chief Minister on stage, 24 hours after filing the case. Uses the stage display his power. Congress CM calls him best friend. PM Modi invites the Congress CM to join hands with him. Then big money is paid to so called influencers to character assassinate the victim, gaslight her and share all her private photos, videos, information, addresses and family details on all social platforms. Peddles a narrative that the victim is not a minor. Then takes out a religious rally and openly threatens the victim and her family. Promises to burn everyone fighting for justice of the victim…like Hanuman did to Lanka!!! Goes to court and gets a Gag order to ensure that media doesn’t bring up his name when speaking about the case. Approaches the vacation bench at the Telangana High Court and pleads for an interim bail. Before the bail hearing starts, takes and admits his old mother to the hospital because apparently she fell sick due to all these developments. Not the victim’s mother or father but the accused’s politically powerful father’s mother is stressed. Tries to milk sympathy by releasing mother’s hospital videos. Interim bail is refused. Next day, which is DAY NINE of the FIR after a series of dramatic incidents, 27 year old son Bandi Bageerath is in Charlapally jail. Meanwhile Bageerath wipes out his phone and loses his SIM card. Today Bandi Sanjay comes in front of the media and claims he is the only father who surrendered his only son to the police. Not enrolled him in the army. Not sending him to fight at the border. Just surrendered his son to prison after nine days of POCSO FIR being filed. Next he will tell us how he is the virtuous King Dasharadha and his son the most rightful Lord Rama 🙏🏽 చెప్పేవాడికి వినేవాడు లోకువ మరి!

Revathi

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Happy 48th Birthday to the best to ever do it, none other than Foxy Brown, King Fox! Another birthday, another day to be blessed to still have this legend here with us today. When Inga says we are lucky to have her in this reality, she really means it. Only God and herself know the life that she’s been through, and even then, she want to be labeled as a victim because Foxy is more than that. She is a warrior, a fighter. A woman who has stood ten toes down on what she believes it’s right and what’s wrong. Never afraid to speak her mind, to share her ideas, to tell it like it is, and have no filter about it. Some people have looked down on Foxy because of her ways, but I call it real. I will always appreciate the love she has for her fans, even if her number one priority as of now is taking care of her daughter, plus spending time with her. Besides being the greatest spitter to ever grace a mic, she also splits her time in half to balance us and her personal life all-in-one. I mean, what other female rapper can say Dr. Dre has vouched for them? Being Nas and Jay-Z’s “right-hand-bitch” at the same time, doing a rap battle against Biggie himself, or never having Pac dissing her directly. Whew, it makes you think that, she is truly one-of-a-kind. 50 Cent wanted to put everything on the table just to sign her, but you know her loyalty is different when it comes to HOV. Giving Kanye West the opportunity to produce his first number-one album? That’s just crazy work right there, no wonder he did an arm sleeve with her song on it. People do not realize how many doors she has opened in the music industry, with her connections, her sound, her ability to persuade people, she is incredible. There’s a lot to say about her career and persona, and that’s why I never get tired of writing these long messages on her birthday. I’m glad she sees them as well. But I wanted to take the time to appreciate an icon that doesn’t get the flowers she deserves for her music efforts and presence alone. Notice how Foxy hasn’t performed in how many years? That’s when you invest in real state, trust in your family’s long-standing food franchise, and stray away from the spotlight after you have worked day by day in your teenage years and early 20s. She has earned it all and has nothing else to prove to nobody. Whether it was a freestyle, a single, a promo, she went all out and gave everything to her fans and people who loved her. It’s something special about Foxy that keeps me hooked after all these years. She is the gift, she is the IT girl, it’s in her bloodstream and no one can take that away. I will always cherish and praise her legacy she has left off, and what other surprises she brings in the future. I’m gonna be ready for what’s to come and support her in whatever way I can. I made this little edit today with one of my favorite songs from her, it’s called My Life 2 featuring Althea Heart. It’s such a full circle of a song, you can listen and feel every word she’s saying. That 2003 era of Foxy is literally peak, and I’m still saddened they stole that version of Foxy from us. She could’ve re-peaked during that era, but God had other plans for her. He wanted our Inga to move onto something bigger in life, and that’s why she appreciates her daughter so much. I love to see every second and minute of her treasure, and how she is enjoying her life with her mother. Thank you Foxy for everything and we truly want you to celebrate this moment with your family, friends, and loved ones. You deserve it in your special day. Love you! x

Happy 48th Birthday to the best to ever do it, none other than Foxy Brown, King Fox! Another birthday, another day to be blessed to still have this legend here with us today. When Inga says we are lucky to have her in this reality, she really means it. Only God and herself know the life that she’s been through, and even then, she want to be labeled as a victim because Foxy is more than that. She is a warrior, a fighter. A woman who has stood ten toes down on what she believes it’s right and what’s wrong. Never afraid to speak her mind, to share her ideas, to tell it like it is, and have no filter about it. Some people have looked down on Foxy because of her ways, but I call it real. I will always appreciate the love she has for her fans, even if her number one priority as of now is taking care of her daughter, plus spending time with her. Besides being the greatest spitter to ever grace a mic, she also splits her time in half to balance us and her personal life all-in-one. I mean, what other female rapper can say Dr. Dre has vouched for them? Being Nas and Jay-Z’s “right-hand-bitch” at the same time, doing a rap battle against Biggie himself, or never having Pac dissing her directly. Whew, it makes you think that, she is truly one-of-a-kind. 50 Cent wanted to put everything on the table just to sign her, but you know her loyalty is different when it comes to HOV. Giving Kanye West the opportunity to produce his first number-one album? That’s just crazy work right there, no wonder he did an arm sleeve with her song on it. People do not realize how many doors she has opened in the music industry, with her connections, her sound, her ability to persuade people, she is incredible. There’s a lot to say about her career and persona, and that’s why I never get tired of writing these long messages on her birthday. I’m glad she sees them as well. But I wanted to take the time to appreciate an icon that doesn’t get the flowers she deserves for her music efforts and presence alone. Notice how Foxy hasn’t performed in how many years? That’s when you invest in real state, trust in your family’s long-standing food franchise, and stray away from the spotlight after you have worked day by day in your teenage years and early 20s. She has earned it all and has nothing else to prove to nobody. Whether it was a freestyle, a single, a promo, she went all out and gave everything to her fans and people who loved her. It’s something special about Foxy that keeps me hooked after all these years. She is the gift, she is the IT girl, it’s in her bloodstream and no one can take that away. I will always cherish and praise her legacy she has left off, and what other surprises she brings in the future. I’m gonna be ready for what’s to come and support her in whatever way I can. I made this little edit today with one of my favorite songs from her, it’s called My Life 2 featuring Althea Heart. It’s such a full circle of a song, you can listen and feel every word she’s saying. That 2003 era of Foxy is literally peak, and I’m still saddened they stole that version of Foxy from us. She could’ve re-peaked during that era, but God had other plans for her. He wanted our Inga to move onto something bigger in life, and that’s why she appreciates her daughter so much. I love to see every second and minute of her treasure, and how she is enjoying her life with her mother. Thank you Foxy for everything and we truly want you to celebrate this moment with your family, friends, and loved ones. You deserve it in your special day. Love you! x

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Good morning, brothers & sisters. Why in 2025 do we still see each other as white, black, brown or some other shade of skin tone? That subject is tired. We're all brothers & sisters in Jesus. Study with me. Pray with me. Win with Jesus. Acts 17:26 "And hath made of one blood all nations of men for to dwell on all the face of the earth, and hath determined the times before appointed, and the bounds of their habitation;" Galatians 3:21-29 "Is the law then against the promises of God? God forbid: for if there had been a law given which could have given life, verily righteousness should have been by the law. But the scripture hath concluded all under sin, that the promise by faith of Jesus Christ might be given to them that believe. But before faith came, we were kept under the law, shut up unto the faith which should afterwards be revealed. Wherefore the law was our schoolmaster to bring us unto Christ, that we might be justified by faith. But after that faith is come, we are no longer under a schoolmaster. For ye are all the children of God by faith in Christ Jesus. For as many of you as have been baptized into Christ have put on Christ. There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither bond nor free, there is neither male nor female: for ye are all one in Christ Jesus. And if ye be Christ's, then are ye Abraham's seed, and heirs according to the promise." Lord Jesus, Thank You for waking me up this Tuesday morning with another mission put on my heart. You didn’t have to, Lord, but You did, & I know it’s because You've still got work for me to do in this war of spirit. Lord Jesus, You said every one of us bleeds the same. You said to love your neighbor, not the color of their skin... But out here, too many people are still blind with ignorance, chained by hate, still listening to lies whispered by the enemy. I’m tired of it, Lord. I'm tired of watching people tear each other down for what You created in beauty, So, Father, I humbly ask You to use me. Let me be that light of truth. Let me be that living example of what Your love looks like when it walks, talks, & forgives. If somebody sees me & feels hate, let them see You instead of that hatred. If they call me an enemy, let them hear my heart & realize I’m their brother in Christ. Lord, I know the devil has been working overtime stirring up division, feeding pride, & fueling fear... But I’m not falling for that, Lord. I rebuke Satan in the mighty name of Jesus Christ! Every curse spoken against me, every trap laid for my fall, every temptation dressed as a blessing... I cast it back to hell right now, Lord, in Your name! Today, let my steps be righteous. Let my words bring peace. Let my work give You glory. When people look my way, let them see a man redeemed, a soldier of Christ, a child of the Most High walking in obedience... And when I get weak, Lord, remind me who I am. Remind me that grace already paid my debt, that Your blood already won this fight. I’m just out here trying to live that victory loud enough for the lost to hear it. In the precious holy name of Jesus Christ, I pray, Amen & Amen. Romans 2:1-11 "Therefore thou art inexcusable, O man, whosoever thou art that judgest: for wherein thou judgest another, thou condemnest thyself; for thou that judgest doest the same things. But we are sure that the judgment of God is according to truth against them which commit such things. And thinkest thou this, O man, that judgest them which do such things, and doest the same, that thou shalt escape the judgment of God? Or despisest thou the riches of his goodness and forbearance and longsuffering; not knowing that the goodness of God leadeth thee to repentance? But after thy hardness and impenitent heart treasurest up unto thyself wrath against the day of wrath and revelation of the righteous judgment of God; Who will render to every man according to his deeds: To them who by patient continuance in well doing seek for glory and honour and immortality, eternal life: But unto them that are contentious, and do not obey the truth, but obey unrighteousness, indignation and wrath, Tribulation and anguish, upon every soul of man that doeth evil, of the Jew first, and also of the Gentile; But glory, honour, and peace, to every man that worketh good, to the Jew first, and also to the Gentile: For there is no respect of persons with God." Race is a trick of the devil. Like Charlie said, if you checked DNA, you would see male or female, but racially, our DNA is the same. We bleed red. We breathe the same air. We're all struggling with sin in some way. Jesus died on that cross for ALL of us. Let's work to heal & close the gap of this ignorant divide. All people & walks of life. Amen? Amen. Let's get it.🃏👑

Good morning, brothers & sisters. Why in 2025 do we still see each other as white, black, brown or some other shade of skin tone? That subject is tired. We're all brothers & sisters in Jesus. Study with me. Pray with me. Win with Jesus. Acts 17:26 "And hath made of one blood all nations of men for to dwell on all the face of the earth, and hath determined the times before appointed, and the bounds of their habitation;" Galatians 3:21-29 "Is the law then against the promises of God? God forbid: for if there had been a law given which could have given life, verily righteousness should have been by the law. But the scripture hath concluded all under sin, that the promise by faith of Jesus Christ might be given to them that believe. But before faith came, we were kept under the law, shut up unto the faith which should afterwards be revealed. Wherefore the law was our schoolmaster to bring us unto Christ, that we might be justified by faith. But after that faith is come, we are no longer under a schoolmaster. For ye are all the children of God by faith in Christ Jesus. For as many of you as have been baptized into Christ have put on Christ. There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither bond nor free, there is neither male nor female: for ye are all one in Christ Jesus. And if ye be Christ's, then are ye Abraham's seed, and heirs according to the promise." Lord Jesus, Thank You for waking me up this Tuesday morning with another mission put on my heart. You didn’t have to, Lord, but You did, & I know it’s because You've still got work for me to do in this war of spirit. Lord Jesus, You said every one of us bleeds the same. You said to love your neighbor, not the color of their skin... But out here, too many people are still blind with ignorance, chained by hate, still listening to lies whispered by the enemy. I’m tired of it, Lord. I'm tired of watching people tear each other down for what You created in beauty, So, Father, I humbly ask You to use me. Let me be that light of truth. Let me be that living example of what Your love looks like when it walks, talks, & forgives. If somebody sees me & feels hate, let them see You instead of that hatred. If they call me an enemy, let them hear my heart & realize I’m their brother in Christ. Lord, I know the devil has been working overtime stirring up division, feeding pride, & fueling fear... But I’m not falling for that, Lord. I rebuke Satan in the mighty name of Jesus Christ! Every curse spoken against me, every trap laid for my fall, every temptation dressed as a blessing... I cast it back to hell right now, Lord, in Your name! Today, let my steps be righteous. Let my words bring peace. Let my work give You glory. When people look my way, let them see a man redeemed, a soldier of Christ, a child of the Most High walking in obedience... And when I get weak, Lord, remind me who I am. Remind me that grace already paid my debt, that Your blood already won this fight. I’m just out here trying to live that victory loud enough for the lost to hear it. In the precious holy name of Jesus Christ, I pray, Amen & Amen. Romans 2:1-11 "Therefore thou art inexcusable, O man, whosoever thou art that judgest: for wherein thou judgest another, thou condemnest thyself; for thou that judgest doest the same things. But we are sure that the judgment of God is according to truth against them which commit such things. And thinkest thou this, O man, that judgest them which do such things, and doest the same, that thou shalt escape the judgment of God? Or despisest thou the riches of his goodness and forbearance and longsuffering; not knowing that the goodness of God leadeth thee to repentance? But after thy hardness and impenitent heart treasurest up unto thyself wrath against the day of wrath and revelation of the righteous judgment of God; Who will render to every man according to his deeds: To them who by patient continuance in well doing seek for glory and honour and immortality, eternal life: But unto them that are contentious, and do not obey the truth, but obey unrighteousness, indignation and wrath, Tribulation and anguish, upon every soul of man that doeth evil, of the Jew first, and also of the Gentile; But glory, honour, and peace, to every man that worketh good, to the Jew first, and also to the Gentile: For there is no respect of persons with God." Race is a trick of the devil. Like Charlie said, if you checked DNA, you would see male or female, but racially, our DNA is the same. We bleed red. We breathe the same air. We're all struggling with sin in some way. Jesus died on that cross for ALL of us. Let's work to heal & close the gap of this ignorant divide. All people & walks of life. Amen? Amen. Let's get it.🃏👑

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Analyzing Episode 39. Season 2 aka Of Closets, Skeletons, and Haunting Truths Eveeeetttt. I finally found some of my old energy to write because last night's episode was AWESOME. And, allow me, nay, give me the freedom to say 'I TOLD YOU SO!' because the zombie turned out to be just as big a sh!thead as I expected him to be. Okay, now that I've gotten that exultant vindication out of the way, let's get on with our analysis. We start the episode with FrankenBoran saying 'Alya' and promptly fainting again. When he comes to again, he remarkably remembers all his other family members, and proceeds to creep Alya out further by calling her beautiful. I mean, don't get me wrong, but if a loving husband woke up from a year-long coma and saw his wife, I'd expect him to say something like 'I missed you' or 'How have you been?' But this guy? He goes straight for the look at my hot trophy-doctor wife. Yech. Anyway, at the zombie's insistence of seeing Cihan Deniz, Alya informs his decrepit self of the accident and all that followed, minus the mountain of trauma she went through. Is anyone else surprised by how handy this man's memory is? Because what the heck do you mean he doesn't remember asking his brother to marry his widow? When Cihan is forced to inform the zombie of his marriage to Alya, he suddenly switches to victim mode and passes out again. Convenient. After that, the assorted Alboras all convene in the salon at Sadakat's insistence, where she tries and fails to guilt-trip Cihan and Alya into showing Deniz to the zombie. Then she fine-tunes her maternal emo blackmail skills to keep Cihan from telling Boran who his real father is. Spot the witch's hypocrisy here? The only thing that made that entire scene bearable was Nare and Kaya supporting Cihan and Alya. Thank goodness for Azem and Fiko anne's genes. Alya's scene with Deniz (who's still blissfully napping) was a cute reprieve. She's understandably struggling with how she's going to explain the mess the zombie has made of their lives to her son. And, like any decent mom, she wants to protect Deniz from all kinds of pain, but finds herself helpless. And the fact that Cihan walks in and says he wishes he could protect Alya from the ugliness of life because she's just as innocent as Deniz was special to me. Because the world we live in will always blame women first, regardless of whether they're guilty or not. I've read so many comments from random losers (yep, losers) blaming Alya and accusing her of 'loose morals' because she refuses to return to the PoS husband who all but foists her on his brother's shoulders to save his own worthless self. That little reminder by Cihan of Alya's innocence in all that's happening to them made me want to hug Gulizar. Because that scene was put in there for a reason. It's to remind the viewers to watch what's happening without the blinders of hate and judgment. Because sometimes the truth requires you to be a little more than just your hateful prejudices. The next scene that stood out to me was when Boran sees Deniz. Because there you can clearly see the difference between Cihan and Boran in their 'husband' or 'protector' roles. When Boran struts to Alya in his fake righteous indignation and asks her about which room is hers, you can see his harsh, condemnatory behavior in juxtaposition to Cihan's loving acceptance of all that Alya is. Even when Cihan doesn't know her, he intrinsically trusts her and refuses to believe his mother's accusations about her and Izzet. The fact that Boran expects Alya to have a separate room, even though he specifically asks Cihan to marry Alya, is just more proof that the zombie merely wanted the marriage to ensure Alya didn't move on in her life. It was never about love or protection. It was about control and possession. Among the many outstanding scenes of this episode were Cihan and Alya facing off against Boran. Because it was about damn time this freaking skeleton was dragged out of the closet and forced into the light of truth. Why do people expect Alya to go back to Boran? Why do they expect her to stay silent about loving Cihan? Because she's a woman? Because her worth is measured by what the world dictates is her honor? Fcuk that. And that's precisely what Alya's monologue is about. How is she the one to blame when her ex-husband was the one lying to her since day one? How is the shame hers when Boran felt none, asking his brother to marry his widow just so he could return and claim her like she's some baggage? Alya rightly informs the zombie that, in his attempt to play God, his decision made her Cihan's wife. And, no matter how much he apologizes, nothing will change the truth of her feelings. She loves Cihan now, and that's that. Now, let's focus on Cihan's talk with Boran. I feel so sad for Ciho, because the man he looked up to turned out to have feet of clay. And, Cihan's realization of that becomes obvious as their 'talk' continues. When Cihan admits he loves Alya, Boran immediately hits him with Meryem. The zombie has the audacity to say that if Cihan managed to get over Meryem, his love for Alya could be a passing thing too. Manipulative ass. Thankfully, Cihan has the perfect comeback. And, what's more, we as the audience know he's telling the truth, because we've seen him evolve. He says what he thought was the truth was actually a lie, and it was only something he realized when he came face-to-face with the real deal. Alya truly is the love of his life. A fact that only becomes clearer as he continues to talk. When Boran dares to ask whether Cihan has slept with Alya, you can see Cihan's heart break in the heavy breath he expels. It's almost as if he can't believe the words he's hearing. But despite that, he answers. And he answers truthfully. Why? Because he'd never allow what he feels for Alya to be marred by accusations of lust. Of falling under the spell of her beauty only. Cihan knows Alya is beautiful. And he's often mesmerized by her beauty. But he falls in love with who Alya is. As a mother. As a doctor. As his wife. He falls in love with all the aspects of her, good and bad. And his dialogue 'whether I touch her or not, my love for her will never change,' proves he's operating on a different plain than his scum of a brother. The fact that Alya is willing to risk being called 'characterless' or 'easy' with the trauma of her past, and that Cihan is willing to go against his entire code of 'family and duty' for each other, is the biggest proof of their love. It's not easy to break out of the mold our circumstances and life place us in. But what makes Alya and Cihan inherently attractive is that they're willing to risk it all for love, while still sticking to their principles and beliefs. I think I fell in love with CihAl as a couple all over again in this episode. These two characters are possibly the most conscientious protagonists I've seen in a dizi, and it's laughable when people pass judgment on them due to morals, lmao. Now, on to less palatable topics. The zombie and Albora's haunting truth. The last scene of the episode makes several silent revelations. One is that Boran was never happy being sidelined in favor of Cihan as the leader. Two is that Boran likely killed Sulaiman Baybars, not out of a vendetta, but possibly because he was trying to prove himself worthy of the mantle of leadership, and being exiled instead pissed him off. Three is that Boran will likely stoop to any level, including going over to Ecmel's side to snatch what he feels is rightfully his. And four is that allowing Boran to escape the consequences of his actions created a monster who thinks the world revolves around him. It's obvious by the look on Boran's face that he's going to pick bitterness and payback over introspection and accountability. And in doing so, Albora's haunting truth will be repeated - the biggest danger to the family isn't some external enemy, it's often one of your own, driven by festering envy and entitlement. Because history doesn't always repeat, but it does rhyme. And that's my two cents on this episode. Till next time, happy reading y'all. #CihAl #UzakŞehir

Analyzing Episode 39. Season 2 aka Of Closets, Skeletons, and Haunting Truths Eveeeetttt. I finally found some of my old energy to write because last night's episode was AWESOME. And, allow me, nay, give me the freedom to say 'I TOLD YOU SO!' because the zombie turned out to be just as big a sh!thead as I expected him to be. Okay, now that I've gotten that exultant vindication out of the way, let's get on with our analysis. We start the episode with FrankenBoran saying 'Alya' and promptly fainting again. When he comes to again, he remarkably remembers all his other family members, and proceeds to creep Alya out further by calling her beautiful. I mean, don't get me wrong, but if a loving husband woke up from a year-long coma and saw his wife, I'd expect him to say something like 'I missed you' or 'How have you been?' But this guy? He goes straight for the look at my hot trophy-doctor wife. Yech. Anyway, at the zombie's insistence of seeing Cihan Deniz, Alya informs his decrepit self of the accident and all that followed, minus the mountain of trauma she went through. Is anyone else surprised by how handy this man's memory is? Because what the heck do you mean he doesn't remember asking his brother to marry his widow? When Cihan is forced to inform the zombie of his marriage to Alya, he suddenly switches to victim mode and passes out again. Convenient. After that, the assorted Alboras all convene in the salon at Sadakat's insistence, where she tries and fails to guilt-trip Cihan and Alya into showing Deniz to the zombie. Then she fine-tunes her maternal emo blackmail skills to keep Cihan from telling Boran who his real father is. Spot the witch's hypocrisy here? The only thing that made that entire scene bearable was Nare and Kaya supporting Cihan and Alya. Thank goodness for Azem and Fiko anne's genes. Alya's scene with Deniz (who's still blissfully napping) was a cute reprieve. She's understandably struggling with how she's going to explain the mess the zombie has made of their lives to her son. And, like any decent mom, she wants to protect Deniz from all kinds of pain, but finds herself helpless. And the fact that Cihan walks in and says he wishes he could protect Alya from the ugliness of life because she's just as innocent as Deniz was special to me. Because the world we live in will always blame women first, regardless of whether they're guilty or not. I've read so many comments from random losers (yep, losers) blaming Alya and accusing her of 'loose morals' because she refuses to return to the PoS husband who all but foists her on his brother's shoulders to save his own worthless self. That little reminder by Cihan of Alya's innocence in all that's happening to them made me want to hug Gulizar. Because that scene was put in there for a reason. It's to remind the viewers to watch what's happening without the blinders of hate and judgment. Because sometimes the truth requires you to be a little more than just your hateful prejudices. The next scene that stood out to me was when Boran sees Deniz. Because there you can clearly see the difference between Cihan and Boran in their 'husband' or 'protector' roles. When Boran struts to Alya in his fake righteous indignation and asks her about which room is hers, you can see his harsh, condemnatory behavior in juxtaposition to Cihan's loving acceptance of all that Alya is. Even when Cihan doesn't know her, he intrinsically trusts her and refuses to believe his mother's accusations about her and Izzet. The fact that Boran expects Alya to have a separate room, even though he specifically asks Cihan to marry Alya, is just more proof that the zombie merely wanted the marriage to ensure Alya didn't move on in her life. It was never about love or protection. It was about control and possession. Among the many outstanding scenes of this episode were Cihan and Alya facing off against Boran. Because it was about damn time this freaking skeleton was dragged out of the closet and forced into the light of truth. Why do people expect Alya to go back to Boran? Why do they expect her to stay silent about loving Cihan? Because she's a woman? Because her worth is measured by what the world dictates is her honor? Fcuk that. And that's precisely what Alya's monologue is about. How is she the one to blame when her ex-husband was the one lying to her since day one? How is the shame hers when Boran felt none, asking his brother to marry his widow just so he could return and claim her like she's some baggage? Alya rightly informs the zombie that, in his attempt to play God, his decision made her Cihan's wife. And, no matter how much he apologizes, nothing will change the truth of her feelings. She loves Cihan now, and that's that. Now, let's focus on Cihan's talk with Boran. I feel so sad for Ciho, because the man he looked up to turned out to have feet of clay. And, Cihan's realization of that becomes obvious as their 'talk' continues. When Cihan admits he loves Alya, Boran immediately hits him with Meryem. The zombie has the audacity to say that if Cihan managed to get over Meryem, his love for Alya could be a passing thing too. Manipulative ass. Thankfully, Cihan has the perfect comeback. And, what's more, we as the audience know he's telling the truth, because we've seen him evolve. He says what he thought was the truth was actually a lie, and it was only something he realized when he came face-to-face with the real deal. Alya truly is the love of his life. A fact that only becomes clearer as he continues to talk. When Boran dares to ask whether Cihan has slept with Alya, you can see Cihan's heart break in the heavy breath he expels. It's almost as if he can't believe the words he's hearing. But despite that, he answers. And he answers truthfully. Why? Because he'd never allow what he feels for Alya to be marred by accusations of lust. Of falling under the spell of her beauty only. Cihan knows Alya is beautiful. And he's often mesmerized by her beauty. But he falls in love with who Alya is. As a mother. As a doctor. As his wife. He falls in love with all the aspects of her, good and bad. And his dialogue 'whether I touch her or not, my love for her will never change,' proves he's operating on a different plain than his scum of a brother. The fact that Alya is willing to risk being called 'characterless' or 'easy' with the trauma of her past, and that Cihan is willing to go against his entire code of 'family and duty' for each other, is the biggest proof of their love. It's not easy to break out of the mold our circumstances and life place us in. But what makes Alya and Cihan inherently attractive is that they're willing to risk it all for love, while still sticking to their principles and beliefs. I think I fell in love with CihAl as a couple all over again in this episode. These two characters are possibly the most conscientious protagonists I've seen in a dizi, and it's laughable when people pass judgment on them due to morals, lmao. Now, on to less palatable topics. The zombie and Albora's haunting truth. The last scene of the episode makes several silent revelations. One is that Boran was never happy being sidelined in favor of Cihan as the leader. Two is that Boran likely killed Sulaiman Baybars, not out of a vendetta, but possibly because he was trying to prove himself worthy of the mantle of leadership, and being exiled instead pissed him off. Three is that Boran will likely stoop to any level, including going over to Ecmel's side to snatch what he feels is rightfully his. And four is that allowing Boran to escape the consequences of his actions created a monster who thinks the world revolves around him. It's obvious by the look on Boran's face that he's going to pick bitterness and payback over introspection and accountability. And in doing so, Albora's haunting truth will be repeated - the biggest danger to the family isn't some external enemy, it's often one of your own, driven by festering envy and entitlement. Because history doesn't always repeat, but it does rhyme. And that's my two cents on this episode. Till next time, happy reading y'all. #CihAl #UzakŞehir

CocoLoco

30,788 Aufrufe • vor 9 Monaten

We are so quick to ask for prayer when we are poorly, but not as quick to thank him for the result. I wanna get better at because I'm still here, and that... is a miracle, thank you, Jesus 🙏 When someone asks for prayer, you know they are not ok, as it actually takes a lot of courage to ask for prayer and admit you aren't coping. But society doesn't teach us that. We all put on that brave face. How about you just be YOU, exactly how you come today, and then how you come tomorrow and so on. So many more people will be touched as they gravitate to the vulnerable sides we dont like people to see. No one can be strong all the time. But at the beginning of this now 6 month fight, I would try and be whom I thought people expected me to be, but there comes a time you can't pretend, and I am realising that is OK as well. When you have no choice but to just "be," that's when you find your true self. It doesn't mean that a loud, vibrant person isn't me either. It just means I'm stripped back atm and taking a step back to heal. One can only get back up so many times, before they fall and stay there for a while, and that's me now, and I have now learnt that it is also OK as well. During these times of absolute stripping back, I like to call it, you lose energy very quickly. So, during your "healing journey," many follow and offer help, support, and love, and as the journey goes on, it gets less than a few less again. Then you get to the point where people just don't know what to say. Because you know what? Either do I? I feel like if I explain every detail to someone of the last 5 years I've just met, they wouldn't even believe it could happen because I still struggle too. My best friend Nadine wrote this song for me, and I've used it to show you some really personal pictures of the last 6 months fighting golden staph and then sepsis. Keep in mind these are the good pictures, I tried to take the confronting ones out. This journey is still ongoing, and It's been in this time that EVERYTHING has started to crash around me, literally.... I was and still feel numb, I didn't want to talk, and some days I still don't want to. Don't take it as a sign against you. I need to learn how to take off everything that has crashed around me first. I'm still on the floor and I've realised that it's ok to stay there for a while as well. I nearly died twice in the last 6 months, and sometimes I ask why I didn't? Because after 20 years in pain, it's a long road with very few walking companions. I cry thinking about my beautiful son Colby, who has had to watch this journey nearly his whole life. I wish he didn't have to, but then part of that is what makes him, him as well. So there is ALWAYS a purpose, and there is ALWAYS a reason. Man, I am proud mumma of the man you have become❣️ So I hold on to that last string of hope I still have, well let's say a peice of cotton, in the hope that when my story is read it will help other people, and maybe change lives, because for awhile there I was actually brave enough to write it. I realise managing to sit in the sun for 30 mins in the morning is heaven. Sitting for meals and then back to bed is the reality, but I hang on to "I sat in the sun for 30 mins today." Then slowly but surely I will lift off the things that have fallen on top of me, one at a time, and start finding my way back. Because my small circle is unfailing, never changing, always loving, accepting of any way I come and always available. I am loved and so very blessed 🙏 I'm extremely grateful for all the messages, and if I haven't replied, you now know why, but I have read them ALL, and I thank you. They continue to encourage me. Thank you ALL so much, Much Love Always Emma xx ❣️

We are so quick to ask for prayer when we are poorly, but not as quick to thank him for the result. I wanna get better at because I'm still here, and that... is a miracle, thank you, Jesus 🙏 When someone asks for prayer, you know they are not ok, as it actually takes a lot of courage to ask for prayer and admit you aren't coping. But society doesn't teach us that. We all put on that brave face. How about you just be YOU, exactly how you come today, and then how you come tomorrow and so on. So many more people will be touched as they gravitate to the vulnerable sides we dont like people to see. No one can be strong all the time. But at the beginning of this now 6 month fight, I would try and be whom I thought people expected me to be, but there comes a time you can't pretend, and I am realising that is OK as well. When you have no choice but to just "be," that's when you find your true self. It doesn't mean that a loud, vibrant person isn't me either. It just means I'm stripped back atm and taking a step back to heal. One can only get back up so many times, before they fall and stay there for a while, and that's me now, and I have now learnt that it is also OK as well. During these times of absolute stripping back, I like to call it, you lose energy very quickly. So, during your "healing journey," many follow and offer help, support, and love, and as the journey goes on, it gets less than a few less again. Then you get to the point where people just don't know what to say. Because you know what? Either do I? I feel like if I explain every detail to someone of the last 5 years I've just met, they wouldn't even believe it could happen because I still struggle too. My best friend Nadine wrote this song for me, and I've used it to show you some really personal pictures of the last 6 months fighting golden staph and then sepsis. Keep in mind these are the good pictures, I tried to take the confronting ones out. This journey is still ongoing, and It's been in this time that EVERYTHING has started to crash around me, literally.... I was and still feel numb, I didn't want to talk, and some days I still don't want to. Don't take it as a sign against you. I need to learn how to take off everything that has crashed around me first. I'm still on the floor and I've realised that it's ok to stay there for a while as well. I nearly died twice in the last 6 months, and sometimes I ask why I didn't? Because after 20 years in pain, it's a long road with very few walking companions. I cry thinking about my beautiful son Colby, who has had to watch this journey nearly his whole life. I wish he didn't have to, but then part of that is what makes him, him as well. So there is ALWAYS a purpose, and there is ALWAYS a reason. Man, I am proud mumma of the man you have become❣️ So I hold on to that last string of hope I still have, well let's say a peice of cotton, in the hope that when my story is read it will help other people, and maybe change lives, because for awhile there I was actually brave enough to write it. I realise managing to sit in the sun for 30 mins in the morning is heaven. Sitting for meals and then back to bed is the reality, but I hang on to "I sat in the sun for 30 mins today." Then slowly but surely I will lift off the things that have fallen on top of me, one at a time, and start finding my way back. Because my small circle is unfailing, never changing, always loving, accepting of any way I come and always available. I am loved and so very blessed 🙏 I'm extremely grateful for all the messages, and if I haven't replied, you now know why, but I have read them ALL, and I thank you. They continue to encourage me. Thank you ALL so much, Much Love Always Emma xx ❣️

Emma Longman - Azzopardi

42,848 Aufrufe • vor 11 Monaten

8 Months After She Died by Suicide… My Girlfriend Sent Me a Voice Note💔 I was 24, stuck in a tiny PG room in Mukherjee Nagar, Delhi — chasing the IAS dream like my life depended on it. My only reason to keep breathing was Rhea. She wasn’t just my girlfriend… she was the only person who still looked at me like I was already an officer when everyone else had written me off. One rainy night we made a private video. Stupid, careless, in love. Someone we trusted leaked it. Her conservative family went berserk. They snatched her phone, locked her in the house, and fixed her marriage within weeks. The last thing she managed to send me was a 47-second voice note at 2:17 AM, voice cracking: “Arjun… they’re taking me away tomorrow morning. I don’t think I can survive this. If anything happens to me… promise me one thing. Don’t stop living. Don’t let our love become your graveyard. Let me go. Live for both of us.” I thought she was just scared. I told her we’d fight it. I was wrong. Next morning… she was gone. Suicide. The pain hit like a truck. I dropped everything. Stopped studying. Stopped eating. My mother begged on calls. My father, who had sold half his land for my coaching, just went silent. I wanted to follow her. Eight months passed in darkness. Then, on what would have been her 25th birthday, my phone buzzed. Unknown number. A scheduled voice note — set to deliver months after she was gone. I pressed play with trembling hands. Her voice filled the room… calm, tired, but full of love: “Happy birthday to me, I guess… If you’re hearing this, it means I’m not here anymore. Arjun, I love you more than life itself. But I want you to have a life. Delete our chats. Burn my letters. Cry one last time… then let me go. Become the officer I always saw in you. Make me proud from wherever I am. I’m setting you free today.” I collapsed on the floor and cried like a child — loud, ugly, uncontrollable sobs — for the first time since her death. That night I did exactly what she asked. I deleted every photo. I burned every letter in the balcony. I let her go. And for the first time in almost a year… I felt light. I picked up my books again with a fire I never had before. Today, I’m an IRS officer. People ask me how I survived the darkest chapter of my life. I smile and say: “The purest form of love I ever received was the day she taught me how to let go.” If you’re carrying pain that feels heavier than you — heartbreak, betrayal, failure, family pressure, guilt, or thoughts you’re scared to admit — please listen to me: Let it go. Not because it didn’t matter. But because **you** still do. Save this. Share it with someone who’s breaking inside right now. ❤️ You are not alone. And sometimes the bravest thing you can do… is let go.

8 Months After She Died by Suicide… My Girlfriend Sent Me a Voice Note💔 I was 24, stuck in a tiny PG room in Mukherjee Nagar, Delhi — chasing the IAS dream like my life depended on it. My only reason to keep breathing was Rhea. She wasn’t just my girlfriend… she was the only person who still looked at me like I was already an officer when everyone else had written me off. One rainy night we made a private video. Stupid, careless, in love. Someone we trusted leaked it. Her conservative family went berserk. They snatched her phone, locked her in the house, and fixed her marriage within weeks. The last thing she managed to send me was a 47-second voice note at 2:17 AM, voice cracking: “Arjun… they’re taking me away tomorrow morning. I don’t think I can survive this. If anything happens to me… promise me one thing. Don’t stop living. Don’t let our love become your graveyard. Let me go. Live for both of us.” I thought she was just scared. I told her we’d fight it. I was wrong. Next morning… she was gone. Suicide. The pain hit like a truck. I dropped everything. Stopped studying. Stopped eating. My mother begged on calls. My father, who had sold half his land for my coaching, just went silent. I wanted to follow her. Eight months passed in darkness. Then, on what would have been her 25th birthday, my phone buzzed. Unknown number. A scheduled voice note — set to deliver months after she was gone. I pressed play with trembling hands. Her voice filled the room… calm, tired, but full of love: “Happy birthday to me, I guess… If you’re hearing this, it means I’m not here anymore. Arjun, I love you more than life itself. But I want you to have a life. Delete our chats. Burn my letters. Cry one last time… then let me go. Become the officer I always saw in you. Make me proud from wherever I am. I’m setting you free today.” I collapsed on the floor and cried like a child — loud, ugly, uncontrollable sobs — for the first time since her death. That night I did exactly what she asked. I deleted every photo. I burned every letter in the balcony. I let her go. And for the first time in almost a year… I felt light. I picked up my books again with a fire I never had before. Today, I’m an IRS officer. People ask me how I survived the darkest chapter of my life. I smile and say: “The purest form of love I ever received was the day she taught me how to let go.” If you’re carrying pain that feels heavier than you — heartbreak, betrayal, failure, family pressure, guilt, or thoughts you’re scared to admit — please listen to me: Let it go. Not because it didn’t matter. But because you still do. Save this. Share it with someone who’s breaking inside right now. ❤️ You are not alone. And sometimes the bravest thing you can do… is let go.

Mohini Maheshwari

35,954 Aufrufe • vor 4 Monaten

Democrats and American mainstream media don’t want you to see this The people of Iran were begging for Donald Trump to help them “I finally had the chance to FaceTime with my cousin in Iran and she asked me to share this message with the world — 95% of my family still lives in Iran. My mother's side is Mashadi. She told me this, that every single person she knows has lost someone close to them in Mashad. Bodies were piled in the streets, wrapped like black garbage bags, the way trash lines, city sidewalks in New York. She said her mother's apartment building had bodies reaching all the way up to her doorstep. Someone we know was shot multiple times in the leg. He couldn't go to the hospital to seek medical help. People are terrified to go because they're killing them. So their family pooled nearly 2000 U.S to pay for a private doctor to come to their house so he wouldn't lose his leg. Most people can't even afford that. They're afraid to go seek help. They're getting infections and they're slowly dying in their homes. Phone lines as we know are being monitored, so families are writing messages on paper and holding them up to the camera when they can FaceTime. She said the internet is turned on briefly as an act of surveillance to track and hunt protesters. She says what's happening is just unimaginable. People are being killed so easily. My mother also spoke to a female family member of ours in Tehran today, and she said, we're fine, but we are all beaten. They beat the shit out of all of us. That viral video of a woman being kicked in the head that's been going around, that's just one leaked clip of what's happening every single day. Most stores are closed except for basic necessities. Prices were already inflated. She says prices have tripled in the last 2 weeks — No one's been able to make money this year. People have nothing left. — She said, people want intervention because without it, we will die. We are watching a real life Handmaid's tale, the numbers coming out daily keep increasing in the tens of thousands who have been murdered. This is devastating. This is a massacre. And if this becomes normalized in Iran, if we look away, it won't stop there. It will spread. So please keep speaking up. Please keep putting pressure on world leaders to act now. She said, as isdi, we've lost a lot of loved ones and the only way they will ever find peace in their hearts again is if this regime is gone.“

Democrats and American mainstream media don’t want you to see this The people of Iran were begging for Donald Trump to help them “I finally had the chance to FaceTime with my cousin in Iran and she asked me to share this message with the world — 95% of my family still lives in Iran. My mother's side is Mashadi. She told me this, that every single person she knows has lost someone close to them in Mashad. Bodies were piled in the streets, wrapped like black garbage bags, the way trash lines, city sidewalks in New York. She said her mother's apartment building had bodies reaching all the way up to her doorstep. Someone we know was shot multiple times in the leg. He couldn't go to the hospital to seek medical help. People are terrified to go because they're killing them. So their family pooled nearly 2000 U.S to pay for a private doctor to come to their house so he wouldn't lose his leg. Most people can't even afford that. They're afraid to go seek help. They're getting infections and they're slowly dying in their homes. Phone lines as we know are being monitored, so families are writing messages on paper and holding them up to the camera when they can FaceTime. She said the internet is turned on briefly as an act of surveillance to track and hunt protesters. She says what's happening is just unimaginable. People are being killed so easily. My mother also spoke to a female family member of ours in Tehran today, and she said, we're fine, but we are all beaten. They beat the shit out of all of us. That viral video of a woman being kicked in the head that's been going around, that's just one leaked clip of what's happening every single day. Most stores are closed except for basic necessities. Prices were already inflated. She says prices have tripled in the last 2 weeks — No one's been able to make money this year. People have nothing left. — She said, people want intervention because without it, we will die. We are watching a real life Handmaid's tale, the numbers coming out daily keep increasing in the tens of thousands who have been murdered. This is devastating. This is a massacre. And if this becomes normalized in Iran, if we look away, it won't stop there. It will spread. So please keep speaking up. Please keep putting pressure on world leaders to act now. She said, as isdi, we've lost a lot of loved ones and the only way they will ever find peace in their hearts again is if this regime is gone.“

Wall Street Apes

327,569 Aufrufe • vor 6 Monaten

$⚠️ TW // MIGHT BE OVERDO SPOILER ⚠️ ⛔️ DO NOT read this tweet if you haven’t watched the actual ending yet, or, you don’t want the ending you want in your head right now to get ruined ⛔️ I already put the warning, so read at your own risk~ Overdo actual ending in original script (that I got). Reason why it didn’t get included in long episode.. probably because they don’t have enough time to shoot it, as we know the filming cycle for is only 90 days. Enjoy reading! ☺️ [33-10] The flames consume the Dongjiadu Waterworks. Smoke billows into the sky as beams collapse one after another. A rescue worker shouts over the roar of the fire. “There is someone!” It is Murong Qingyi. His whole body covered in blood. His breathing is shallow. “Young Master?” “You know him?” The middle aged man nods slowly, disbelief written across his face. “I used to work for Commander Li.” As they carry him away, Qingyi’s fingers twitch. “Susu...” [33-11] 3 Months later. Qingyi slowly regains consciousness in a small clinic. He instinctively tries to sit up. Pain tears through his body, forcing him back onto the bed. The physician quickly stops him. “Don’t move.” Qingyi look at him. “Who helps me? I have to go back.” “Someone who knows you said you need to recover first before you go.” “My wife is waiting for me” “You’ve been unconscious for 3 months. Your burns are severe, several ribs are fractured, and your lungs are injured from smoke inhalation. You won’t even make it out the front door.” Qingyi grips the edge of the bed. — Over the following months, Qingyi travels from one city to another. Everywhere he goes, he seeks renowned physicians and specialists for burns and internal injuries. One elderly doctor examines the scars on his back before shaking his head. ”You pushed your body too far. If you continue traveling before you’ve healed completely, these injuries will stay with you for life.” [33-12] Two years later. A physician smiles as he finishes removing the last bandage from Qingyi’s body. [33-13] Two years later. The rebuilt lakeside cabin in Shencheng looks much the same as it once did. [Montage] Haitang Qing’s voice is heard reading from her letter. “The Fang Trading Company has found its footing again. Our business in Nanyang is flourishing, and so many of our partners are eager to meet the mysterious boss behind it all. The new plane you donated to the aviation academy has already begun training a promising new generation of pilots. The girls’ school we founded has welcomed its very first class of students. The opening ceremony won’t be complete without its chairwoman. Susu... all of us miss you. How much longer are you going to wait for him? He’s not coming back.” The letter continues as glimpses of Susu’s life play out. Le-an sits at his desk practicing calligraphy while Susu patiently guides him, correcting each stroke with gentle encouragement. Later, she tends to the flowers blooming throughout the garden, carefully watering each one. She pushes Le-an on a swing beneath the warm afternoon sun, mother and son laughing together. That night, she reads him a bedtime story. When his breathing evens into sleep, she smiles softly, tucks the blanket around him, and quietly slips from the room. [Montage END] Spring has arrived. Outside the cabin, the lake shimmers beneath the sunlight. Beneath a flowering tree, a picnic blanket has been spread across the grass. Susu sits beneath the blossoms, finishing Haitang Qing’s letter. The warmth of the afternoon makes her drowsy. She places the letter aside, lies down on her side atop the blanket, and slowly drifts into a light sleep. Everything is quiet. Sunlight filters gently through the branches overhead, petals swaying with the breeze. Then a soft gust brushes past. Half asleep, Susu feels someone settle beside her. She lazily opens her eyes. Only inches away is a familiar face. A handsome man dressed in a white shirt lies beside her, his head resting against one hand as he quietly watches her. She simply closes her eyes again. Dreaming of him has become so familiar that it no longer surprises her. A small smile finds its way onto her lips. “This is strange...” she murmurs sleepily. “Why have I been dreaming about you so often lately?” Murong Qingyi continues watching her, his voice low and gentle. “What do you dream about?” Still caught somewhere between dreaming and waking, Susu answers without opening her eyes. “I dream about the braised pork you cooked... the snowman you made... that night when you woke up in the middle of the night, turned over, and wrapped your arms around me again... and... there’s more...” A smile tugs at Qingyi’s lips. Reaching out, he gently taps the tip of her nose. “Why are all your dreams about the past?” he asks softly. “Dream about our future instead... alright?” His voice is so clear and real. Like cool spring water washing over her. In an instant, Susu is fully awake. She stares at him. At the face she has missed for two endless years. Disbelief floods her expression. Before she can even think, instinct takes over. She throws herself at him. The force knocks Qingyi backward onto the grass as she lands against his chest. Supporting herself above him, she hesitantly reaches out, fingertips trembling as they brush against his cheek, almost afraid that touching him will make him disappear. “I...” Her voice quivers. “I’m really not dreaming... am I?” Qingyi slowly sits up, lifting her effortlessly onto his lap. He holds her close and looks into her eyes. “These past two years,” he begins quietly, “I traveled everywhere to recover... to heal my injuries. But wherever I went, I kept dreaming about you.” A faint smile appears on his face. “I dreamed we were sitting together just like this.” His gaze never leaves hers. “I’d tell you, ‘Come here.’ And you’d crawl over like a little cat. I’d hold you and tell you, ‘I was wrong. Don’t be mad anymore.’ You’d pretend not to understand. You’d yawn... and then curl up in my arms.” Tears begin spilling down Susu’s cheeks, but despite herself, she laughs through them. “You certainly know how to dream,” she sniffles. “I waited two whole years for you... and the first thing you do after coming back is try to sweet talk your way into forgiving you?” Qingyi smiles at her with quiet tenderness. “If you truly blamed me,” he says softly, “you would’ve forgotten me.” Another tear escapes Susu’s eyes. At the same moment, a flower petal drifts down from above, landing with the tear against his brow before sliding to his cheek. “If you were a river,” she whispers, “I’d cross it. If you were a mountain, I’d climb it. But you...” Her voice breaks. “How was I ever supposed to forget you?” Qingyi lets out a small, amused laugh, looking almost pleased with himself. “Ren Susu,” he teases, “you really haven’t changed at all.” She cries even harder, lifting her hand to smack him in protest. Before she can, Qingyi catches her wrist. Without another word, he leans forward and kisses her. A breeze rushes through the flowering tree overhead. Petals tumble from the branches like rain, settling in their hair, across their shoulders, and around their embrace. Their kiss lingers beneath the shower of blossoms, until the two lovers are covered completely in the flowers of spring. Qingyi says that he will always find her, and he did. Susu says she will wait for him, and she did. ❤️$

⚠️ TW // MIGHT BE OVERDO SPOILER ⚠️ ⛔️ DO NOT read this tweet if you haven’t watched the actual ending yet, or, you don’t want the ending you want in your head right now to get ruined ⛔️ I already put the warning, so read at your own risk~ Overdo actual ending in original script (that I got). Reason why it didn’t get included in long episode.. probably because they don’t have enough time to shoot it, as we know the filming cycle for is only 90 days. Enjoy reading! ☺️ [33-10] The flames consume the Dongjiadu Waterworks. Smoke billows into the sky as beams collapse one after another. A rescue worker shouts over the roar of the fire. “There is someone!” It is Murong Qingyi. His whole body covered in blood. His breathing is shallow. “Young Master?” “You know him?” The middle aged man nods slowly, disbelief written across his face. “I used to work for Commander Li.” As they carry him away, Qingyi’s fingers twitch. “Susu...” [33-11] 3 Months later. Qingyi slowly regains consciousness in a small clinic. He instinctively tries to sit up. Pain tears through his body, forcing him back onto the bed. The physician quickly stops him. “Don’t move.” Qingyi look at him. “Who helps me? I have to go back.” “Someone who knows you said you need to recover first before you go.” “My wife is waiting for me” “You’ve been unconscious for 3 months. Your burns are severe, several ribs are fractured, and your lungs are injured from smoke inhalation. You won’t even make it out the front door.” Qingyi grips the edge of the bed. — Over the following months, Qingyi travels from one city to another. Everywhere he goes, he seeks renowned physicians and specialists for burns and internal injuries. One elderly doctor examines the scars on his back before shaking his head. ”You pushed your body too far. If you continue traveling before you’ve healed completely, these injuries will stay with you for life.” [33-12] Two years later. A physician smiles as he finishes removing the last bandage from Qingyi’s body. [33-13] Two years later. The rebuilt lakeside cabin in Shencheng looks much the same as it once did. [Montage] Haitang Qing’s voice is heard reading from her letter. “The Fang Trading Company has found its footing again. Our business in Nanyang is flourishing, and so many of our partners are eager to meet the mysterious boss behind it all. The new plane you donated to the aviation academy has already begun training a promising new generation of pilots. The girls’ school we founded has welcomed its very first class of students. The opening ceremony won’t be complete without its chairwoman. Susu... all of us miss you. How much longer are you going to wait for him? He’s not coming back.” The letter continues as glimpses of Susu’s life play out. Le-an sits at his desk practicing calligraphy while Susu patiently guides him, correcting each stroke with gentle encouragement. Later, she tends to the flowers blooming throughout the garden, carefully watering each one. She pushes Le-an on a swing beneath the warm afternoon sun, mother and son laughing together. That night, she reads him a bedtime story. When his breathing evens into sleep, she smiles softly, tucks the blanket around him, and quietly slips from the room. [Montage END] Spring has arrived. Outside the cabin, the lake shimmers beneath the sunlight. Beneath a flowering tree, a picnic blanket has been spread across the grass. Susu sits beneath the blossoms, finishing Haitang Qing’s letter. The warmth of the afternoon makes her drowsy. She places the letter aside, lies down on her side atop the blanket, and slowly drifts into a light sleep. Everything is quiet. Sunlight filters gently through the branches overhead, petals swaying with the breeze. Then a soft gust brushes past. Half asleep, Susu feels someone settle beside her. She lazily opens her eyes. Only inches away is a familiar face. A handsome man dressed in a white shirt lies beside her, his head resting against one hand as he quietly watches her. She simply closes her eyes again. Dreaming of him has become so familiar that it no longer surprises her. A small smile finds its way onto her lips. “This is strange...” she murmurs sleepily. “Why have I been dreaming about you so often lately?” Murong Qingyi continues watching her, his voice low and gentle. “What do you dream about?” Still caught somewhere between dreaming and waking, Susu answers without opening her eyes. “I dream about the braised pork you cooked... the snowman you made... that night when you woke up in the middle of the night, turned over, and wrapped your arms around me again... and... there’s more...” A smile tugs at Qingyi’s lips. Reaching out, he gently taps the tip of her nose. “Why are all your dreams about the past?” he asks softly. “Dream about our future instead... alright?” His voice is so clear and real. Like cool spring water washing over her. In an instant, Susu is fully awake. She stares at him. At the face she has missed for two endless years. Disbelief floods her expression. Before she can even think, instinct takes over. She throws herself at him. The force knocks Qingyi backward onto the grass as she lands against his chest. Supporting herself above him, she hesitantly reaches out, fingertips trembling as they brush against his cheek, almost afraid that touching him will make him disappear. “I...” Her voice quivers. “I’m really not dreaming... am I?” Qingyi slowly sits up, lifting her effortlessly onto his lap. He holds her close and looks into her eyes. “These past two years,” he begins quietly, “I traveled everywhere to recover... to heal my injuries. But wherever I went, I kept dreaming about you.” A faint smile appears on his face. “I dreamed we were sitting together just like this.” His gaze never leaves hers. “I’d tell you, ‘Come here.’ And you’d crawl over like a little cat. I’d hold you and tell you, ‘I was wrong. Don’t be mad anymore.’ You’d pretend not to understand. You’d yawn... and then curl up in my arms.” Tears begin spilling down Susu’s cheeks, but despite herself, she laughs through them. “You certainly know how to dream,” she sniffles. “I waited two whole years for you... and the first thing you do after coming back is try to sweet talk your way into forgiving you?” Qingyi smiles at her with quiet tenderness. “If you truly blamed me,” he says softly, “you would’ve forgotten me.” Another tear escapes Susu’s eyes. At the same moment, a flower petal drifts down from above, landing with the tear against his brow before sliding to his cheek. “If you were a river,” she whispers, “I’d cross it. If you were a mountain, I’d climb it. But you...” Her voice breaks. “How was I ever supposed to forget you?” Qingyi lets out a small, amused laugh, looking almost pleased with himself. “Ren Susu,” he teases, “you really haven’t changed at all.” She cries even harder, lifting her hand to smack him in protest. Before she can, Qingyi catches her wrist. Without another word, he leans forward and kisses her. A breeze rushes through the flowering tree overhead. Petals tumble from the branches like rain, settling in their hair, across their shoulders, and around their embrace. Their kiss lingers beneath the shower of blossoms, until the two lovers are covered completely in the flowers of spring. Qingyi says that he will always find her, and he did. Susu says she will wait for him, and she did. ❤️

Overdo 这一秒过火

66,757 Aufrufe • vor 1 Monat