Fear none of those things which thou shalt suffer: behold, the devil shall cast some of you into prison, that ye may be tried; and ye shall have tribulation ten days: be thou faithful unto death, and I will give thee a crown of life.
a movie script?
God speed to those who will be put in harms way. You are the bravest men and women on earth.
We will never forget.
All share one title in common and that is the title of "Hero."
"The LORD is my shepherd, I lack nothing. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he refreshes my soul. He guides me along the right paths for his name’s sake. Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely your goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever."
Were watching a movie play out.
I take it as a badge of honor when I am getting throttled trying to get on this board.
I have to turn off my Wi-Fi and clean the bowser turn Wi-Fi back on and wait a few minutes for the board to pop up, likely it is my carrier.
I have a VPN, and you cant pin point exactly where I am thanks to a IP tool. At least I think so.
Huma ageing, Hillary's nose ? ageing.
In this realm we have seen people in the spotlight age and un-age, its kind of spooky, People age if you haven't seen them in a while and Huma is just coming back in. Hillary, especially in the media is un-aging.
In the Q post 97 its
10 days.
Darnkess. a typo? did he mean darkest?
'10 days.
Darnkess.
War.
Good v. Evil.
Roadmap of big picture is here.
Review post happenings.
Clarified.
Crumbs not only for /pol/.
The silent ones.
Others monitoring (friends and enemies).
Instructions.
Snow White.
Godfather III.
Q
How about this?
'(Rev. 2:10) What does John mean by 10 days?
This time indicator is unclear. Should we read it literally or symbolically? The number of ten days was probably given to tell the original audience that their suffering would be limited (“It’ll only last ten days…”). The number of ten days is normally used in the Bible to refer to a small amount of time (Gen. 24:55; Num. 11:19; Dan. 1:12; Num. 14:22; 1 Sam. 1:8; Job 19:3; Acts 25:6). Moreover, Daniel was tested for ten days, when he was sitting under Babylonian persecution (Dan. 1:12-14).
One speculation is that this was referring to gladiatorial games in Smyrna. Osborne writes, “It is the language of the arena, similar to inscriptions celebrating gladiatorial contests; the games of Smyrna would be especially dangerous times of anti-Christian sentiment, and this could refer to a short period in which the danger of imminent death was great.”[1] However, later Osborne claims that this is too “speculative.”
In conclusion, it isn’t certain why the number of ten days was used. It was probably used to show the limitation of their suffering against the backdrop of eternity. Perhaps we’ll get to heaven, and God will tell us that there was no symbolism at all. He used the number ten, because their suffering lasted that long! However, even if this is symbolic, it probably is simply referring to the limitation of their suffering.
https://thecovidblog.com/2021/12/25/carlos-tejada-49-year-old-wall-street-journal-and-new-york-times-writer-posts-booster-shot-photo-on-instagram-dead-hours-later/
SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA — A 49-year-old international reporter is dead, in a cut-and-dried story that spotlights mainstream media loyalty to big pharma.
Mr. Carlos Tejada was the deputy Asia editor for the New York Times. He worked for the Wall Street Journal as China news editor prior to that. In other words he was firmly entrenched as a mainstream media voice. Unfortunately that also means he was beholden to Pfizer, Moderna, masks, etc. It looks like that loyalty cost him his life.
As an international reporter who frequently traveled, Mr. Tejada had to choose between quitting his job or receiving experimental mRNA or viral vector DNA injections. He chose the latter. Mr. Tejada posted an Instagram photo on July 5 holding a vaccine card while someone injected him. He captioned the photo with a bunch of mainstream media regurgitated talking points. But the entire post is summed up here:
“And our privilege gives us access to vaccines, like the J&J jab Nora and I got just this morning. I’m thankful for the scientists and the medical professionals who defended us against Covid, and for being able to protect my family.”
He and his wife received the formerly “one and done” Johnson & Johnson viral vector DNA injection that day in Wichita, Kansas. Mr. Tejada apparently suffered no immediate adverse effects from the injection, or he simply did not publicly talk about it. And then came the booster.
Very sudden death and aftermath
Mr. Tejada posted his final Instagram update on December 17. He received a Moderna mRNA injection for his booster shot, mixing it with the J&J adenovirus vector. Granted all of the injections are equally lethal. But we’re slowly collecting data that show very unfavorable outcomes when you mix brands.
Mr. Tejada captioned the photo with a quip about Omicron. His booster injection also continued a very disturbing global trend. He received the injection at Myeongdong (Catholic) Cathedral in Seoul.
part 1
The invisible brutality of bio-information war
Psychological and spiritual war wounds are still real wounds
Martin Geddes
Dec 26
My father’s father was born in 1899 and took part in WW1. He died in 1974, when I was only three years old. I have a vague recollection of him, especially his smoking of pipe tobacco and the accompanying pipe cleaners I could play with. Apparently that habit — together with a moderate intake of alcohol — is what did him in, clogging his arteries. I am told by my father that my grandfather was pretty far gone after just a pint or two of beer, which is how he dealt with his war trauma.
He was a newspaper journalist, amateur photographer, and laid telecoms cables along Belgian and French canals as well as participating “on the front”. Some things never change: I am a citizen journalist, semi-pro photographer, telecoms expert “on ice”, and am actively “on the battlefront” of a vicious information war. I feel trauma from years of fighting, but I lack the legitimacy of the war even officially existing.
As I type it has just gone 6am. I am not prone to being an “early riser”, having a fondness for Wildean “crack of noon” starts and working through until near dawn. I have been feeling ill recently, and my sleeping has been disturbed. Copious bed rest has given me time to reflect upon the (unnamed) conflict we are immersed in globally; a kind of WW3 crossed with civil war but redesigned around surrealist principles, where nothing makes sense as seen on its surface.
A commenter on Gab recently chastised me for talking about the pain and suffering of this war, and suggested that I refer to various classics on the horrors of WW1 to recalibrate myself. My response was not to reject this suggestion, but to modify it: we are engaged in a barbaric battle, just with those infamous “silent weapons for quiet wars”. The looming death and destruction in many ways makes WW1 pale in comparison.
To the best of my knowledge there were not children on the battlefield on WW1, at least not if we ignore and exclude the many who lied about their age in order to sign up and participate. Soldiers were not asked to watch the “needle rape” maiming and murder of their own children by those they had most trusted. Mustard gas may have gruesomely killed many, but at least it did so tangibly, locally, and immediately. Gene therapies and nanotech make this a cruelly prolonged nightmare of sickness and decline.
Men in WW1 who enrolled into the armed forces did so in response to an official and public request, and did so with the general support of their families and society at large. The existence of a war was not a matter of contention, doubt, or debate. The pervasive propaganda (as I said, nothing much changes) ensured that few would have been condemned for having the courage to fight for their country, even if this in retrospect may have been under conditions of deceit and possibly misguided.
Those who fight in this war are often reviled and denounced by their friends and family. We are excluded from social and cultural events, fired from our jobs, silenced in public without complaint from others who worship secular authority. We are then told we are crazy for imagining there is a war, and stupid for refusal to conform to the perceived “liberal intelligentsia norm”.
Every established ethical standard seems inverted, right up to actively celebrating the death of the unborn via abortion, and the sexualisation of children. Logic is equally perverted, with the deceived inhabiting a “mirror world” which superficially appears internally consistent, but is disconnected from objective reality. Totalitarian ideology is embraced as being the righteous and reasonable approach to facing off a politically manufactured crisis of stolen freedoms.
part 2
Meanwhile we see those who ostracise us succumbing to increasing levels of sickness and mortality from the “death shots” they have so unwisely taken on foolish trust. Graphene oxide is the new mustard gas, mRNA lipid nanoparticles the new Zeppelins, and intramuscular injection the new machine gun. Bodies and psyches of loved ones are being shredded from the inside out, and we are being forced to watch helplessly. No prior reading on the banality of evil can quite prepare you for the unlimited depravity of wickedness on display.
From my own perspective I can see an unhealthy cycle of self-reproach when I feel unable or unwilling to participate in “ordinary and easy” activities like doing company accounts, erecting shelving, or answering correspondence. When those closest to us have de facto endorsed child sacrifice, if only by inaction and failure to complain, the simplest of social encounters — like a Christmas day phone call — feels like crossing an enemy minefield.
Many of my “awake” close friends, some whom I have known for a long time, are struggling right now. We can sense the oncoming “supershock” as those who were “hive minded” realise they have been played on an epic scale. I can always take my tin foil hat off, but they cannot stop their body producing toxic spike proteins. Just the knowledge of the horror that is to come is paralysing and nauseating. Yet we must somehow continue with everyday life.
The paradoxical physical comfort we enjoy in some ways makes the psychological and emotional distress even harder to bear. The illusion of normality is sustained to ensure as many people as possible subject themselves to the “clotshot” and volunteer for depopulation and democide. Those who see through the illusion are almost punished by the refusal of the shop shelves to empty, the gas pumps to dry up, and the power supply to become intermittent.
Yet the loss of labour to come will necessarily involve many of these hardships — and more. If nothing else the psychological wreckage of a “forced awakening” will leave many too disabled to function normally as they come to terms with what they have done to themselves and their families. This is before we even consider the wider trauma from the pain of having to let go of idols, ideals, and identities that have been adopted under false pretences.
To wrap up, my father says that my grandfather would only ever talk about WW1 with a very select number of his friends with whom he shared a common wartime bond. Otherwise, it was unspeakable and unspoken. Although the smoked and drank himself into a poorly state, he lived to a good age, and it seems had a reasonable life. I am sure he would recognise our present situation as full-scale war, and empathise with our common suffering.
This bio-information war is excruciating and brutal in a way that has no precedent, and leaves unseen wounds that refuse to bleed openly. Its figural weapon is treachery, brought into the heart of the family and community, ripping apart the trust and loving relationships we depend upon for stability. Maybe our hope for human progress is to make the horror speakable sooner and more widely, so that we don’t need to self-harm (yet again) for our pain (however briefly) to go away.
https://newsletter.martingeddes.com/p/the-invisible-brutality-of-bio-information?r=9vrwi&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=email
Is it possible after Maxwell pending sentence that the judge will put a gag order on her ?