Forwarded from 𝗣𝗮𝘂𝗹 𝗙𝗹𝗲𝘂𝗿𝗲𝘁 (𝗔𝗯𝘀𝗼𝗹𝘂𝘁𝗲𝟭𝟳𝟳𝟲) ✝️🗽🇺🇸 (Absolute1776)
As if this year (and this particular storm) couldn’t be any weirder …
In 1958 there was a Hurricane Helene.
It attained hurricane strength on September 24. It became a Category 4 on September 26th.
Fast forward to 2024:
Hurricane Helene becomes a hurricane on September 24th and strengthens to a Category 4 on September 26th.
XPOST
In 1958 there was a Hurricane Helene.
It attained hurricane strength on September 24. It became a Category 4 on September 26th.
Fast forward to 2024:
Hurricane Helene becomes a hurricane on September 24th and strengthens to a Category 4 on September 26th.
XPOST
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And for those who are skeptical of Wikipedia, and rightly so, here’s some more sauce…
https://www.palmbeachpost.com/story/weather/hurricane/2024/09/26/first-hurricane-helene-had-striking-similarities-to-storm-in-gulf-of-mexico-1958-florida-big-bend/75398228007/
https://www.weather.gov/ilm/HurricaneHelene
https://www.palmbeachpost.com/story/weather/hurricane/2024/09/26/first-hurricane-helene-had-striking-similarities-to-storm-in-gulf-of-mexico-1958-florida-big-bend/75398228007/
https://www.weather.gov/ilm/HurricaneHelene
Palm Beach Post
Hurricane Helene isn't first storm to bear the name: History of 1958 season
Hurricane Helene in 1958 didn't touch Florida and never made landfall, but it would have been a Category 4 storm if it formed today.
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Forwarded from 🩵DEAR ABBY🩵
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Schumann Update 9/27
Schumann resonance is a measurement that tracks the electromagnetic frequency of our planet within the ionosphere. This energy, circling as a wave between the ionosphere and the earth, bumps into itself amplifying frequencies and turning them into resonant…
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👆May all my fellow Witches, Shamans, Sages and Seers…HEAL.
Speak Truth, Carry Light, Hold the Line!
Speak Truth, Carry Light, Hold the Line!
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Forwarded from ⋆Eterna Children ⋆ (❤️)
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Forwarded from CultivateElevate
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Hurricane Helene🤔Florida? Weather modification?
↗️GE Project Cirrus PDF:
Wilhelm reich's cloudbuster to counter the nonsense.↗️Book on the topic: https://ia802305.us.archive.org/3/items/loom-of-the-future/LOOM%20OF%20THE%20FUTURE%20.pdf
↗️GE Project Cirrus PDF:
Wilhelm reich's cloudbuster to counter the nonsense.↗️Book on the topic: https://ia802305.us.archive.org/3/items/loom-of-the-future/LOOM%20OF%20THE%20FUTURE%20.pdf
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Forwarded from Lord Of The Pepe
Ok guys…gonna kinda dox Muh self.
Right now I live in the Appalachian Mountains of SW VA.
What was supposed to just be a lot of rain has now turned into quite a storm.
Our valleys are flooded, tornado warnings everywhere and state of emergencies for towns and villages within the mountain range.
Pray for all us mountain folk.
-LOTP
Right now I live in the Appalachian Mountains of SW VA.
What was supposed to just be a lot of rain has now turned into quite a storm.
Our valleys are flooded, tornado warnings everywhere and state of emergencies for towns and villages within the mountain range.
Pray for all us mountain folk.
-LOTP
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Our wonderful👆 Lord of the Pepe is headed out to help clear people out of their homes and help anyone she can. Please keep her and all the people affected by this storm in your thoughts and prayers.
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Forwarded from 🔥Embers from Ash🌻 (Ash)
There's a reason I've got a bone to pick with Christianity.
That bone?
It was given to me when I was incredibly low on self esteem.
I sought the church in my brokenness. I was starving.
The church gave me a lot of bones to chew on.
Parables.
Leadership.
Community.
One by one I put those bones together and built something that ... Didn't really look like me.
Stronger than I was...but still not complete.
It didn't have the right colors. There was no glitter, no leaves or dried figs. I didn't feel like it was okay to trace a mantra up it's spine.
I was told those were "wrong" things.
They weren't in the book.
They didn't come from the church.
So I couldn't look. I couldn't use those tools. Using them was wrong and bad.
No matter how beautiful I thought they were.
No matter the joy to be had.
The people who used the glitter and mantras and natural things - they were the enemy.
Trying to trick me into losing these bones that only this book and only this church could offer me.
Then one day, while trying to color inside all of the lines, I was told that still wasn't good enough.
They could see the sparkle I had sprinkled inside.
The more I saw, the harder it got to hide.
So I gave up on trying to camouflage what I'd found and decided to take an even deeper look.
Out of the boxes I went and into a vast sea of books.
I was surprised to find I wasn't the only one trying to catch a peak...
Of the mysteries of my soul that were starting to speak.
Excited that I wasn't wholly alone,
I built new fixtures to add to the bones.
Bright lights and ribbons,
Diamonds and wings,
I was really beginning to like this new thing.
It wasn't like the others.
It couldn't fit in any box.
It was like I'd found myself a cozy pair of socks.
So on they went, I tried them on for size.
They warmed my toes on my darkest night.
So when the bones started to rot,
Afraid I was not.
I broke them into pieces...
Taking out the things that were "not".
I'm still adding new fixtures.
I'm still trimming old leaves.
But now I remember that I've always had wings.
Wings made by the universe.
Sized just for me.
They come with instructions that are found everywhere, in everything.
They tell me "It's okay to stray...
Let them take your 'not' bones away...
I'm not found in safety.
I am in the wilderness.
I am in the breeze.
I am the colors in your wings."
Finally, I began to see me.
Turns out... I may not be a good fit for Christianity.
But I am finding peace every day with my humanity.
~Ashley L. Zanella
@EmbersfromAsh
That bone?
It was given to me when I was incredibly low on self esteem.
I sought the church in my brokenness. I was starving.
The church gave me a lot of bones to chew on.
Parables.
Leadership.
Community.
One by one I put those bones together and built something that ... Didn't really look like me.
Stronger than I was...but still not complete.
It didn't have the right colors. There was no glitter, no leaves or dried figs. I didn't feel like it was okay to trace a mantra up it's spine.
I was told those were "wrong" things.
They weren't in the book.
They didn't come from the church.
So I couldn't look. I couldn't use those tools. Using them was wrong and bad.
No matter how beautiful I thought they were.
No matter the joy to be had.
The people who used the glitter and mantras and natural things - they were the enemy.
Trying to trick me into losing these bones that only this book and only this church could offer me.
Then one day, while trying to color inside all of the lines, I was told that still wasn't good enough.
They could see the sparkle I had sprinkled inside.
The more I saw, the harder it got to hide.
So I gave up on trying to camouflage what I'd found and decided to take an even deeper look.
Out of the boxes I went and into a vast sea of books.
I was surprised to find I wasn't the only one trying to catch a peak...
Of the mysteries of my soul that were starting to speak.
Excited that I wasn't wholly alone,
I built new fixtures to add to the bones.
Bright lights and ribbons,
Diamonds and wings,
I was really beginning to like this new thing.
It wasn't like the others.
It couldn't fit in any box.
It was like I'd found myself a cozy pair of socks.
So on they went, I tried them on for size.
They warmed my toes on my darkest night.
So when the bones started to rot,
Afraid I was not.
I broke them into pieces...
Taking out the things that were "not".
I'm still adding new fixtures.
I'm still trimming old leaves.
But now I remember that I've always had wings.
Wings made by the universe.
Sized just for me.
They come with instructions that are found everywhere, in everything.
They tell me "It's okay to stray...
Let them take your 'not' bones away...
I'm not found in safety.
I am in the wilderness.
I am in the breeze.
I am the colors in your wings."
Finally, I began to see me.
Turns out... I may not be a good fit for Christianity.
But I am finding peace every day with my humanity.
~Ashley L. Zanella
@EmbersfromAsh
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Forwarded from TR HQ (TruthRascal)
Each of us has our own Path to God. To Truth.
It is INDIVIDUAL, guided by and through each Heart.
The chances of your individual Path being the exact same as that dictated to you by any external source like Church, a Spiritual school of thought or any other outside set of steps is pretty damn slim.
You have to figure it out for yourSelf. It’s the only way.
Some people just really don’t want to face that - because it’s not easy.
Nor is it comfortable.
It requires stepping out into Unknown instead of remaining within the confines of predictability and known outcomes.
It’s the narrow path.
The Way.
And once you’re on it, you will see that stepping out into the Void is actually the only way to find it.
In Love,
TR ✨💕✨
—25 May 2024—
@TruthRascalHQ
It is INDIVIDUAL, guided by and through each Heart.
The chances of your individual Path being the exact same as that dictated to you by any external source like Church, a Spiritual school of thought or any other outside set of steps is pretty damn slim.
You have to figure it out for yourSelf. It’s the only way.
Some people just really don’t want to face that - because it’s not easy.
Nor is it comfortable.
It requires stepping out into Unknown instead of remaining within the confines of predictability and known outcomes.
It’s the narrow path.
The Way.
And once you’re on it, you will see that stepping out into the Void is actually the only way to find it.
In Love,
TR ✨💕✨
—25 May 2024—
@TruthRascalHQ
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