tyb
A bit of advice for anons.
Abandon all expectations.
live is a lot moar fun that way.
one thing anon has learned is you can only rely on yourself and God.
Get the popcorn ready and pray.
God wins
o7
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beautiful.
american tenor
eva maria
warning sent to the vatican.
reckon nessam dorma will also be played.
noice
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like silk in a glass.
anon used to have many a habby nights out when it was available in pubs.
4 pints and you want show off your dance moves.
kek
did you sat cat-holic
damn right
anon has questions
many many questions about the failures
despite that, and even after they tried to shoot djt in public they failed.
anon is convinced that Q was the 17 intelligience agencies and a psyop to delay and put their plans and new monetary system in place. They thought (as anon believes) to release the info thinking they would not lose.
God wins.
Lord of the rings ending - Beautiful
note: not long anons, this anons time is almost done here, anon will try to pick up what is left of anons life and watch the world change for the better hopefully. btw anon is not going back to the plantation, will find a way out.
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Samwise Gamgee stood at the edge of the Grey Havens, watching the horizon where the ship had disappeared, taking Frodo to the Undying Lands. The air was still, yet the absence of his dearest friend felt deafening. Sam clutched the smooth white gem Frodo had left him, its light faintly shimmering in the dim evening. The weight of the moment pressed on him—he knew this parting would be forever. Frodo was beyond his reach now, in a place he could neither follow nor imagine. But even in his grief, Sam remembered the words Frodo had left him: “You cannot always be torn in two, Sam. You have so much to enjoy and to live for.”
Returning to Bag End without Frodo felt surreal. The home was quiet, the absence of his master palpable in every corner. Yet, Sam threw himself into his duties. He had a family to raise and a garden to tend, and Frodo’s parting gift of Bag End seemed to carry an unspoken promise to continue building the life they had both dreamed of.
Sam’s love for his wife, Rosie Cotton, anchored him. Together, they filled Bag End with the laughter of children—thirteen in all, each carrying a piece of Sam’s hope for a brighter future. Elanor, the eldest, often reminded him of the beauty Frodo had spoken of in tales of Elven lands. As the years passed, Sam found solace in teaching his children the importance of courage, kindness, and the small joys of the Shire. The stories of the Fellowship became bedtime tales, told with pride and reverence, though he always grew quiet when speaking of Frodo.
The garden became his sanctuary. Sam poured his heart into the soil, coaxing blooms from every corner of Bag End. The mallorn tree gifted by Galadriel grew tall and golden, a beacon of beauty and a reminder of the extraordinary journey he had been a part of. Neighbors often marveled at its shimmering leaves, but Sam simply called it a gift from a distant friend. Beneath its branches, he would sometimes sit and reflect, speaking softly to Frodo as if his words could cross the sea.
Yet, Sam never truly stopped missing Frodo. He carried the Red Book of Westmarch, filling its pages with his own thoughts and memories, ensuring that their story would not be forgotten. He wrote with care, preserving not just the grand deeds of the Fellowship but the small moments—the laughter shared over meals, the stars above the Emyn Muil, the quiet courage of a friend who bore a burden too great for any one person to carry.
As the years turned into decades, Sam’s heart grew heavy with longing. He loved his family and his Shire deeply, but a part of him always felt incomplete, as if some distant song called to him across the waves. When Rosie passed, the ache became sharper, yet Sam stayed for a time, watching his children grow and guiding them into their own lives.
At last, when the years had caught up with him and his work in Middle-earth was done, Sam made his way back to the Grey Havens. With the Red Book in hand, he boarded a ship bound for the Undying Lands, the final gift of the grace bestowed upon him as a Ring-bearer. As the ship carried him westward, Sam felt the weight of his years lift, and a calm joy filled his heart. He knew he would see Frodo again, in a land where no shadow lay.
Samwise Gamgee had lived a life of love, courage, and devotion. And as he sailed toward the shores of the Undying Lands, he was no longer torn in two. The simple gardener of Hobbiton had become a part of a tale that would live forever.
THE FIVE STAGES OF GRIEF - THE GREAT AWAKENING
Beautifully written for newbies by an anon !!!
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To the newbies and young people here with so many questions. You will face many truths and lies here. Many have died to bring this information to you. For centuries good people have given their lives so that this would be known to you now.
You will go through many emotions and heartache to know this truth. You would not be here were you not a truth seeker, bless you all.
First will be denial. The horrors will rock you to the core. To think that anyone could do these things will seem impossible.
Then will be anger. A fury and rage will rise in you so overwhelming it will threaten your sanity. Do not lash out. Do not become what you hate.
Next you wil ask perhaps if we ask them to stop they will. No they won't they are lost and only they can turn to the light. Some will but the worst will not.
Then it will weigh on your heart, the darkness will attempt to keep you in sadness and despair. Move past this.
Lastly you will know that each must find their own way and that by looking inside yourself, you will find a divine, magnificent, eternal soul who will be the future of humanity.
Do not darken your soul with vengeance, hatred or fear. You are the light you are seeking. You are a beautiful shining beacon that one day will know a world without war.
All paths lead to God. May yours be a joyous and kind one. That is why anons are here now. So that you and your children may live on a peaceful and beautiful earth.
WWG1WGA
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TITLE: THE FORGOTTEN PEOPLE
Everyone is looking to hang on to something.
Those who have lost something are too afraid to try again in fear of getting hurt.
In God We Trust
What does it mean to someone just looking for something to stay with them, that won't leave.
Fear is the Great Divider
Let go, let things pass through you.
God never leaves you
Only you choose to leave God, but the door is always open to come back
Repent and choose life.
For todays orphans spiritually.
Truth is the only way.
Anon
anons
stop fighting and read emeralds post.
on now you can go back to being retarded