Will you hear me now, America!?
"A 1,400-year-old war is being waged inside our country. Muhammad, the man
Muslims call their Prophet, was a military commander whose mission was to bring the world under Islamic rule.
That mission cannot be completed until America falls.
Islam is a hostile totalitarian political ideology using our freedoms to destroy us.
To every non-Muslim, it offers three choices: convert, submit, or die.
It does not stop until every court, school, and government on earth is under Sharia.
The Muslim Brotherhood turned this imperative into a modern conquest strategy.
Two seized documents, the 1982 Project and the 1991 Explanatory
Memorandum, detail their two-front plan: build parallel Islamic societies that reject assimilation, while their faithful capture our institutions.
The Brotherhood wrote the playbook.
Today every hostile Islamic regime and faction is executing it on our soil: Saudi Arabia, Iran, Turkey, Qatar, Pakistan, Hamas, and the Taliban. Different countries. Different sects.
Marching in lockstep toward one conquest...."
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To Touch The Earth an Essay
As a child I lived close to the earth, within the wild places, and I came to love the swamps where magic lived, within an environment harsh and unforgiving yet bountiful and breathtaking to behold.
A landscape of endless marsh, saw palmettos, palms and cypress trees covered in Spanish moss greeted me each morning. The cypress stumps rising from the shallow brackish waters casting reflections upon the dark still surface of the swamp, this was my meditation, my mantra, a thousand voices chanting in unison, calling to the sun in anticipation of the new day. Birds sang songs as they began the morning, cranes coasted silently upon the still air, perch striking the surface of the water in search of the morning meal, deer and turkey moving within the trees, and the mist rising as the morning sun began to warm the deep blue skies above.
It was an ancient place, and I understood this, and was humbled by it’s beauty, it’s ability to resist change, yet always changing, life ending, life renewing, all things existed for the benefit of each and itself. Life existed within every single inch of earth, a dynamic and abundant ecosystem where life flourished because of death, where all life began and ended with the sacrifice of another, this taught me that all things live because all things die. We live only by the sacrifice of another, and because of this I learned to give honor to my relations who had sacrificed their lives so that I would live.
As I grew, I learned my place within the circle of life, and I understood my responsibility to my relations. Life was abundant, because one took only what they needed, and gave back the rest. Just as it had for eons, the natural laws were the only laws applicable in the swamps. Life consumed death and death in turn breathed life, the two are the same, only transitions within the circle of life ever changing, ever staying the same. It is through this that I learned that my place is to live within the boundaries of life as defined by creation not by man, so that balance can be maintained and life continue in health and abundance.
As a child I walked bare foot through the marsh, along the thin sand bars of the ponds and creeks, my steps were silent and soft, the warmth of grasses under my feet as blissful as the warmth of the dark rich earth that cushioned my steps and feeding my spirit as I walked the deer trails through endless woods alive with sounds and movement, then becoming silent and still. At night I would lay under a canopy of endless stars, points of light pointing the way to infinity, the heavens mirrored in the small pond where I sat threw a cascade of glistening points of light across the darkness as if two heavens opposed each other, casting their brilliance in mirrored reflections of the other as if in competition for the title of supreme beauty. It was here that I learned where I came from, that I was part of each reflection, not only within the scope of the vision played out across the water, but in the vision of creation. The stars were my brothers, my sisters and the waters, were the echo of that connection upon the earth. For the earth itself was joined together with all the heavens. It’s tiny reflection mirrored across the universe mingled with every other, indistinguishable from any other, yet unique, in it’s galactic existence, bountiful in it’s creations, and inhabited by millions upon millions of life forms also unique from all others. I am part of the whole, not only of the earth but of the universe. All things begin and end, all things continue onward, and the cycle of life goes on.
I no longer live within the magical confines of the swamp, no longer do I sit beneath the stars upon the sand bars and creeks. The memories of a childhood wrapped gently within my mind are all that is left of that life. But the lessons learned have remained, and continue to play out in my life today. Even though I have joined the ranks of civilization. Becoming “a responsible citizen” , I have retained the ability to see life as it is dynamic and constantly changing. Growth within growth, life within death, death within life.
Yet mankind in his rush to become more then any other species, has forgotten where he has come from. There is no understanding of the true meaning of life. There is no edification, no affirmation of ones right to exist outside of the parameters of society, no worth, outside of an illusory quest for monetary power, and the weakness of mind and spirit that come with it. The connection to the truth of who we are lost between the asphalt and concrete of the false paradigm created by civilization in order to move beyond the laws of nature, to create for itself the laws of man.
So long has man striven for dominance over creation that he has forgotten how to be free, he has forgotten how to love, and he has forgotten his connection to life. Bringing instead of enlightenment and achievement a sense of profound loss, of incompleteness, and confusion, living in fear of life, ignorant of understanding and bereft of meaning. We are not apart from life, we are a part of life. And only through our understanding and acceptance of this can we find our way back to true health, and happiness.
We must live to touch the earth. To walk among our relations, to hear their voices, to join and take our place within the hoop, then and only then will we know peace, only then will we truly become alive.
We need only To Touch The Earth.
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A hardworking man singing about God and country and it's climbing the charts?
This is the America I love 🥹 Faith, grit and heart, every word of it 🙏🇺🇸
God bless America, President Trump and God bless Jason 💪♥️
This song is🔥
Louisiana HVAC worker Jason Bellard’s faith-rooted song “May God Bless America”
(w/ Steve Gruber & The Freedom Project) hits #3 on iTunes.
💪 A blue-collar anthem of patriotism and conviction ahead of the midterms.
GOD BLESS AMERICA 🇺🇸
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This is my forever favorite video, I just don't see how I would get one on my rooster
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The marvelous, inimitable, irreplaceable Amazon...
There's a treehouse 110 feet up in the Peruvian Amazon where you wake up at eye level with spider monkeys and harpy eagles, and the conservationist who built it says the reason to go happens around 4 a.m.
Watch him try to describe the jungle waking up. He makes it all the way to the macaws crossing the mist before he runs out of words and just makes a sound. He gets that every morning.
It's called Alta Sanctuary, and you can book a night there on the Las Piedras River. The money from guests helps protect the forest around it, which is about the best excuse anyone's ever had to sleep 11 stories up in a tree.
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Good morning from Virginia. 🇺🇸
In the raw, unsettled country of Texas in the autumn of 1835, the land itself seemed to hold its breath. Settlements lay scattered like distant islands between the great rivers, the Brazos and the Trinity, with long stretches of prairie and timber in between where a man could ride for days and meet no one. News traveled slowly. Danger did not. As the revolt against Mexico gathered force and most of the able-bodied men rode south or east to join the gathering armies, those left behind on the outer edge of settlement faced a different kind of war—sudden, silent raids that could empty a cabin or burn a cornfield before help could ever arrive.
On the 17th of October, in the midst of this gathering storm, Daniel Parker rose in the Permanent Council and offered a resolution that would outlast the crisis that produced it. He proposed the creation of a mounted corps of Texas Rangers: twenty-five men under Silas M. Parker to range and guard the frontier between the Brazos and the Trinity; ten under Garrison Greenwood to work east of the Trinity; twenty-five more under D. B. Frazier between the Brazos and the Colorado. They were not to be a regular army. They were to be something older and more practical—a small, hard, mobile force of men who already knew the country, who would furnish their own horses and rifles, and who would be paid $1.25 a day for the privilege of living in the saddle and sleeping under the open sky.
The idea was not born that day. Twelve years earlier, Stephen F. Austin had hired ten experienced frontiersmen “to act as rangers for the common defense” of his colony, men whose very duty required them to range the wilderness. What the autumn of 1835 supplied was official recognition and a larger purpose. By late November the provisional government had given the force clearer shape: three companies of fifty-six men each, under a major. On the 28th of the month they chose as that major a singular character named Robert McAlpin Williamson—later remembered as “Three-Legged Willie”—a lawyer and newspaperman whose childhood illness had left him with a permanently bent leg and a wooden peg, yet who possessed the kind of restless energy and plain-spoken courage the moment required. He and the captains under him were given wide latitude. In a country so vast and communication so uncertain, a Ranger company often had to decide for itself when and how to act.
While Sam Houston’s army maneuvered toward the decisive collision at San Jacinto the following spring, these ranging companies stayed behind and did the unglamorous, essential work of keeping the settlements from being overrun. They rode the river lines, trailed raiding parties, escorted families, and stood as the only organized force many outlying farms ever saw. They were civilians in all but name—men who owned the horses they rode and the weapons they carried—and that independence became part of their character. After independence was won and the Republic of Texas struggled into existence with an empty treasury and almost no standing army, the Rangers were not disbanded. They became, by necessity, the permanent frontier force of the young nation, a thin, mobile line stretched across an immense territory against raids, bandits, and whatever else the wilderness produced.
In time an observer would capture what those early companies had already begun to forge into a tradition: a Texas Ranger could ride like a Mexican, trail like an Indian, shoot like a Tennessean, and fight like the devil. The words were later, but the reality was already taking shape in the fall of 1835, when a handful of mounted men were authorized to range the dangerous ground between two rivers and, in doing so, began the long story of a force that would guard the Republic and, later, the state itself.
America 250 🇺🇸
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Utterly fascinating.
This musical instrument screamed "Tartaria" to me!
This is a Glass Armonica ~
What about this caused hysteria?!
Frequency & Vibration?
I'm sharing the last 4 minutes (link to entire vid below) BECAUSE it was known to cause "glass illness" of hair loss & going insane. The first assumption was lead leeching from the glass, BUT it caused people in the audience to break into hysteria upon hearing the tones & even DEATH as well! 👀
Too much pressure would easily break the glass & too little produced no music. Gone to history with the Bells & so much more.
Video: @ robscallon YT
Full video:
youtu.be/cVqqNigImtU?is=plaK…
#Energy #Frequency #Vibration #HiddenHistory #Tartaria
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Awesome.. Frens forever.. 🔥🔥🇺🇸🇺🇸❤️❤️🐸
Once again I am blown away by the talent and love for each other in our community.
As you know @ScottZPatriot and I have a pretty kick ass podcast going now…
What you may not know is some of the incredible talent behind the operation
@DoublyooP wrote this KILLER song for us and sent it to me(and beer) for the intro to the show - she said “I’m not very good with video editing if you know somebody have them make a video “
So I did. I reached out to Anon All Star volunteer and gifted video maker @Sense0fMeme17
My bro started right away and then suffered a massive heart attack and almost died
Not knowing what happened, the ultra talented PJ stepped up and made the video we have been using the last 2 shows while meme recovered (still is)
But, we all know you cannot keep a good Anon down
Meme Guy just sent me this video
What you see below is an incredible combination and amalgamation of pure talent and love for this community and our movement from @DoublyooP @Sense0fMeme17
Just wow 🔥
Forever grateful to you both
Anon All Stars
Put it on repeat
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Latin countries have overwhelmingly supported conservative, capitalist candidates in the last elections.
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This is absolutely insane.
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Divine Intervention happens more often than many even realize.
Thank you Lord, for your Devine Intervention, even if I didn’t even notice.
Amen 🙏🙏🙏
Divine intervention caught on dash cam.
Readers added context they thought people might want to know
The video appears to be AI-generated, not real dashcam footage of a divine intervention event.
instagram.com/reel/DVyd2J_EU…
youtube.com/watch?v=QewSIa…
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This administration has the dream team of obliterating the British hold over global everything!
The autopen freakout and the Xi-summit pile-on aren’t the story.
Trump is erasing 50 years of foreign policy — Xi says the Thucydides Trap can be overcome, Gaza’s Board of Peace ends “outside forces” control, and Rubio’s permanent dual role locks in the reverse course.
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