Anonymous ID: 617910 April 7, 2021, 3:30 a.m. No.13376848   🗄️.is đź”—kun

>>13376794

History is fun, especially when it is not commonly know…

 

At the Expeditionary Center (USAF) on Fort Dix, there is a painting on the wall. It depicts multiple military Space Shuttles with the old MAC emblem (Military Airlift Command, Now Air Mobility Command) building a massive space station.

 

Transfer Spacelift to USTRANSCOM

 

The space launch industry matured significantly since AFSPC took over the reins of military launch in 1990. Driven by the explosion in the commercial satellite communications industry, market analysts expect a worldwide launch rate of about 85 launches per year supplied by more than 20 different launch vehicles.19 Some of these boosters will be based upon new reusable launch technologies, some will be based upon worldwide partnerships unimaginable during the Cold War, and others will be completely financed through venture capitalists. In fact, some agencies are so confident of the industry maturity that the National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA) will offer small launch vehicles through a catalog while the Navy is procuring satellites commercially delivered in orbit.

 

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Anonymous ID: 617910 April 7, 2021, 5:19 a.m. No.13377139   🗄️.is đź”—kun   >>7145 >>7593

PYTHAGORAS’S PREEXISTENCE

Pythagoras used to make the very best possible approach to men by teaching them what would pre-

pare them to learn the truth in other matters. For by the clearest and surest indications he would re-

mind many of his intimates of the former life lived by their soul before it was bound to their body.

He would demonstrate by indubitable arguments that he had once been Eiuphorbus, son of Panthus,

conqueror of Patroclus. He would especially praise the following funeral Homeric verses pertaining

to himself, which he would sing to the lyre most elegantly, frequently repeating them.

“The shining circlets of his golden hair,

Which even the Graces might be proud to wear,

Instarred with gems and gold, bestrew the shore

With dust dishonored, and deformed with gore.

As the young olive, in some sylvan scene,

Crowned by fresh fountains with eternal green,

Lifts the gay head, in snowy flowerets fair,

And plays and dances to the gentle air;

When lo, a whirlwind from high heaven invades

The tender plant and withers all its shades;

It lies uprooted from its genial bed,

A lovely ruin now defaced and dead; Thus young, thus beautiful Euphorbus lay,

While the fierce Spartan tore his arms away.”

Homer Iliad, 17, Pope.