Honestly what planet are these fruit cakes on attempting to administer semiconductor nanoparticles as vaccines? Get f real!
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They believe they are the servants of the gods, that the natural order is for them to control us, physically, mentally, spiritually.
This is just the natural progression of that mentality.
I believe the descendants and followers of the priests Akhenaten excommunicated, will never have enough of revenge, ever... their hate is eternal.
A key in a tone? oh donot get me star te D!
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a mummifacation wearing a face mask?
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Maybe so their Ka (spirit) knows they got the correct body...
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The right hand rule is a way to predict the direction of a force in a magnetic field. To predict the behavior of positive charges, use your right hand. 😉
Just laughing. God bless.
Earliest Shen Ring from 2,950 B.C. ???
debunk
/diːˈbʌŋk/
verb
past tense: debunked; past participle: debunked
expose the falseness or hollowness of (an idea or belief).
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This made me think of this poem...
https://poets.org/poem/triumph-time
We grow in salt water...
The Triumph of Time by Algernon Charles Swinburne - Poems | poets.org
The Triumph of Time - Before our lives divide for ever
https://poets.org/poem/triumph-time
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These verses
I will go back to the great sweet mother,
Mother and lover of men, the sea.
I will go down to her, I and none other,
Close with her, kiss her and mix her with me;
Cling to her, strive with her, hold her fast:
O fair white mother, in days long past
Born without sister, born without brother,
Set free my soul as thy soul is free.
O fair green-girdled mother of mine,
Sea, that art clothed with the sun and the rain,
Thy sweet hard kisses are strong like wine,
Thy large embraces are keen like pain.
Save me and hide me with all thy waves,
Find me one grave of thy thousand graves,
Those pure cold populous graves of thine
Wrought without hand in a world without stain.
I shall sleep, and move with the moving ships,
Change as the winds change, veer in the tide;
My lips will feast on the foam of thy lips,
I shall rise with thy rising, with thee subside;
Sleep, and not know if she be, if she were,
Filled full with life to the eyes and hair,
As a rose is fulfi
