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Friends Cattle farmers in the Netherlands are being TOLD to reduce by 50 percent their livestock farms, because of the Nitrogen gases the Cattle produce. There is 78 percent Nitrogen levels in the world, it is what the world is made up of, so why are these Politicians forcing the farmers to cut the livestock farms by 50%? Tens of thousands of farmers are Protesting. They are driving their tractors and blocking roads, and Grocery stores. They are tired of this New World Order CONTROL, of being told what to do with their Crops and Cattle farms. The Farmers have finally had enough and it has gotten so bad that Grocery store shelves in some areas are Empty! The Farmers and the People in the Netherlands are aware of what these Globalist are trying to do in creating food shortages by demanding the farmers to reduce by 50% their cattle farms The News in America have been Silent. Ask yourself why that is. Obviously they dont want us to know here in the States that people are standing up to their Orchestrated Agendas for fear of Americans doing the same. Ask yourself What is going on in the World we live in. What are they trying to do to our food, especially beef supplies. Friends Please start realizing what is happening around you, by these Global Elites. Understand that they control the Media and they arent reporting all the devastation they are creating all over the world and here in the states. They have destroyed 95 food processing plants within six months. If you search the lying fact check that they control, it will tell you it is not true. Please be diligent in verifying everything, and be a critical thinker always checking and verifying what you hear from the Main stream Media. Get your houses in Order and start stocking up on Food. God bless you all... PS another corrupt Politician resigns. Boris Johnson, Prime Minister of the United Kingdom. These are the World leaders people Trusted. Friends he resigned because he got caught. Dont put faith in your Leaders, most of them are corrupt, put your faith in Jesus, for he is the only Truthful One to Trust. God bless you all. Have hope and don't trust but Verify...
They have shut down A Call For An Uprising on YouTube He has a new Channel.
The Prepared Homestead on YouTube is another great Channel to get the Truth.
Origins
In a Planck second ‘The Big Bang,’
And the arrow of time of entropy erupted.
Based on this premise the theorists conclude;
Out of nothing, something
Engulfed in dark energy and matter;—
That is to say; ‘Where motion ceased to exist,
Therefore, energy non-existence, E=mc2 (QED),
In a space-time continuum based on general relativity.’
From the Nebulae nurseries Super Novae blasted out
All that we are;
From stardust to stardust life happens,—
In the expanding universe,
To the event horizon.
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Notes:
"Pillars of Creation" in the Eagle Nebula (M16) taken by the Hubble spacecraft telescope on October 29, 2014.
The nebula towers approximately 4 to 5 light years while the entire nebula expands 70 by 55 light years. It is located 7,000 light years from Earth in the constellation Serpens. The towering tendrils of cosmic dust and gas are part of an active star-forming region within the nebula and conceal newborn stars in the wispy columns.
The blue colours in the image represent oxygen, red is sulfur, and green represents both nitrogen and hydrogen. The pillars are bathed in the scorching ultraviolet light from a cluster of young stars located just outside the frame. The winds from these stars are slowly eroding the towers of gas and dust.
Light: travels at a speed of 186,000 miles/sec or approximately 300,000 km/sec. At that speed, light would travel around the earth 7½ times in one second. A light year is the distance light travels in a vacuum in one Julian year which is approximately 6 trillion miles or 9½ trillion kilometers.
The Planck Time (tP): is the time it would take a photon travelling the speed of light to cross a distance equal to the Planck length; this is the smallest measurement of time that has any meaning, and is equal to times 10(to the minus 43 seconds).
(1 Planck Length=5.39 × 10(-44 sec.).
QED (Quod erat demonstrandum): ‘what was to be shown’ or ‘thus it has been demonstrated’ or ‘that which has to be demonstrated.’ Traditionally, the abbreviation is placed at the end of a mathematical proof or philosophical argument to indicate that the proof or argument is complete.
I would help the air by blowing smoke
into outer space.
Not like the teens who blow it in my face.
Bok Choy!
For the farmer I would bring rain,
precipitation to wash upon delicious leafy greens.
Oooooh!
I would open the clouds just like they were a tap,
with a wave of my hands, stop drought
with a thunderous clap,
cause a streak of lightning just because I can.
I would make the water the purest, the tastiest,
I would take hydration to the maximus!
Nothing but the best for us, for the food
we harvest into healthy snacks.
The Arctic needs more cold
to keep the temperature well below.
Zero would be the problems when my frosty breath
takes hold.
I would use my lungs, my will, my color changing lips, to solidify the icebergs, fortify their length and width.
It is my pleasure, my treasuring,
just the nature of things, taking their course,
the power coursing through my veins
of course from love's mysterious source.
It would be like a tornado on the tundra.
Science meeting alchemy,
like liquid nitrogen caught in a breeze.
Where responsibility meets a good deed,
and nature meets with sorcery, haha indeed!
From Antarctica to the Arctic Sea,
I would do a solid for the life that thrives
on the world's icy shelf.
As far as the eye could see,
people will see me not just thinking of myself.
Even though I wouldn't mind an icee, or a slurpee,
or a magic elf.....a stereo, surround soun.....
ahem, sorry about that..
I would clear the old growth forests
with the back of my hand,
chopping like a kung fu master,
the bark, stump, branch, the whole botanical span,
and i'd pick up the trash just scattered about
and i'd put that sh...put it in a can.
I could take away the fuel
for an out of control blaze,
and give it to the elderly
for warmth on cold winter nights
and cold winter days.
It would also ensure to the animals
a lifelong place they can run and jump
and also graze.
But no cruising please,
it would be weird to run animal's vehicle plates.
I'm just sayin'.
Jock stumbled - pals called him a wus
(No injury was obvious)
But Jock bruised his willy
And now he feels silly
With todger strapped up in a truss
WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON
Old Jock had injured and bruised his man thing
His doc said "Jock, you'll need a tartan sling"
He's now looking quite built
Bulging under his kilt
Lassies swoon when he does the Highland fling.
After a week his thing turned black and blue
Jock said "hoots mon, what am I ganna do"
But he'd left it too late
Doc had to amputate
And now poor Jock has to sit on the loo.
WRITTEN BY TOM CUNNINGHAM
He washed his new jock, it was new
So it tightly embraced both its crew
But after the race
Oh what a disgrace
His now aching partners were blue
WRITTEN BY JOHN LAWLESS
Jock stumbled and he landed face down
Injuring the jewel in his crown
His bruised pride and joy swelled
By awe it was beheld
Jock's tackle became talk of the town.
The doctor said I know just the thing
To give support to your ding-a-ling
Doc got Jock's bits strapped up
Jock swore and he cussed
For doc said it could be longstanding.
Jock's dilemma can be seen by all
He's going nuts because of the fall
He's craving free willy
To swing willy-nilly
And longs to unstrap his cannon ball.
WRITTEN BY BELLE BELLEVUE
Now Jock knew about liquid nitrogen
But sprayed on far more than he might have done
So just when it mattered
One tap and it shattered
And Jock said Hoots mon, me old fright’ner’s gone
He said Doc, I need a new caber
My wife has never gone through labour
The Doc held his gaze
Grabbed three treble A’s
And sewed on on a three foot light sabre
WRITTEN BY TERRY FLOOD
Jock managed to get his willy banged up,
He cried loud like a little newborn pup,
Stayed in bed a week,
It hurt to take a leak,
All because he slipped on his sippy cup
WRITTEN BY ALEXIS Y
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Oxygen saturates the skies breathing fresh air in my lungs and helium resting on my shoulders beckoning the universe to come. You can see hydrogen running down the street with pressure mounting in its knees and two atoms fasten together to solve the oracle before summer.
Formula O is standing strong with oxides buried beneath the earth’s crust, the animals depend on it and human cannot live without it. The plants cannot survive if they don’t get it. Formula O is getting scarce as the heat is raging in the atmosphere, respiration has come to a standstill and the sun is burning up all the beautiful daffodils.
N2 the diatomic gas filling the atmosphere with all that it’s got. Plenty of it is found in the solar system and sometimes it makes the lights grow dim. You can find plenty of it in the Milky Way and you can find it screaming in your DNA; the RNA has it too and it saturates in energy deducted from molecule.
I can see the cycle moving in the atmosphere and the birds are running around in despair, the sun is casting shadow on the ground, you have to know which path to run.
Ammonia acid, organic nitrates and cyanides, containing nitrogen is shouting from the cockpit and nitric acid, is waiting for you at the boarding gate so get the grey hound, the Caine, German Shepherd, Border Collie, Belgian Milionis, and Labrador Retrievers at the boarding gate before it is too late.
No confusion or disruption just gets a team of unmarked security to conduct this operation and disconnect the cords discreetly.
Many compounds are erected from the ground and industrial fertilizer is all around; they pollute the water system, block your drain and are causing pain but the tranquil skies are smiling at me.
The tranquil sky is releasing good amounts of energy so absorb it before it is fades; remove the obstacle and get rid of the debacle, and when the day is done you and I will have fun, when you throw your ring in my “cap” that will be a wonderful plot.
A cheetah avoided the trap that night
And the wild cat escaped the shot.
Someone was there for them to learn
And each of them were taught.
The Bear had chosen to spare the cubs
For the ease of the Mother Bear.
But the man with the gun
Fell pray to own stun
And we didn't drop any tear.
"Was this the Kingdom the people asked for",
Had wondered the old young man.
Was this Forest Spirit?
I gave way to the might
To spare extinct life near it.
This is the trap the noble beast
Avoid it and stay secure.
"But are you to teach animal wild
How to handle the life of the least?"
Bear, Wolf pack and the Black Cat
had adopted small human kid.
When he grew he led his army to shed
The skin of the huge snake.
The snake was wise
And venom was nice
Taking life of the gunman.
Where body remain
There's no soul in vain
As there wasn't soul at all.
There people in lab
They study us
But the small insect flew
It took one small bite
And that was right
And such is the story of ew.
The neckless cheetah had worn
Was there to see how migrate.
They count each animal of the world
But valuing own rate.
There people came with the cross
And said "Don't eat your grandma".
Yet no body remain
But the wild soul remain
Dwelling being that much afar.
Food chains of the world become franchise.
"But in which sense regards the wild?"
You are eating brand, the starch and the scent,
civilization of the descent.
Vegetarian Lion lives in the Zoo
Within the claustrophobic cage.
The dumb and the cross
yet bears idea about the inexistence of the Nitrogen.
There is nothing however about wrong
Human fights for the human life.
I am standing near with sharp cosa
When the times comes for partial differential.
See if poeple would rot to become
cultivation means,
Maybe there could be so much
fertile soil
so there wouldn't be the need to always win.
Racism. Trying to prove ones skin tone or ethnicity is superior to another’s.
Why we let a such word control society is beyond the human brain.
Why it is unfathomable to process we are all made of the same thing; but different because of how we come? Incomprehensible.
Why most are unable to understand that being baked in a different bakery, at a different temperature, slower or faster, rising more quickly than others or not; is a perfect example of how close minded we have become. Do your conditions not make you not bread?
We are all made of the same things, carbon mostly. Along with Oxygen, hydrogen, nitrogen, calcium, and phosphorus.
Yet because the outer coating of someone’s body, that has nothing to do with what kind of person they are, they are targeted as a lesser class.
Elaborate why, when all the things, that all races have discovered,and accomplished are so completely amazing, we still discriminate?
Did you know the three light-stop-light was invented by an African American? Or that Thomas Edison collaborated with an African American scientist who created the most vital part of the light bulb?
Not only is the actual racism a problem, it’s the misleading term that gets most people.
You are not a racist if you dislike a person with the same skin color of your own; only if you dislike the whole population of people, because of their skin color.
We could move so much further towards making the world a happier place. We could bring together whole communities and end all slurs in one fell swoop. We need this change, for future generations. If only we could only see past what is another persons pigmentation.
We are a species of infinite curiosity, with the resources and assistance to satisfy it. We as a whole, every single color, race, ethnicity, religion, we have created so much beauty.
But we let skin color define us.
To never be happy again, I announced it; at the time perfectly justified
now regret is the tennis ball on my side of the court
I fear it may have been a declaration of Surrender
a personal skeleton song to place the lyrics on the closet door
transformed into a personal petition against myself
Explanation, it would explain so much yet so little just the same
The tired cliche, 'Oh how the mighty have fallen', still sings like a canary
but the eagle in my words causes it to become mute
I have never been mighty in my life, just a few knots below treacherous
The facade I carry carries me into my own invincibility
would you believe invincibility demands vulnerability
and vulnerability places me in front, the first slave to fight
but I'm the first to lose, cast aside with a lost arm
while someone else takes the glory meant for me
Weakness weighs deep; even a room can't contain me
I have sold my ability to breathe to overdose on nitrogen again
The rising crevice in my stomach burns like oil across a lake
Is it only my asthma returning or a combination of something worse
The results hang in the air like damp clothes on a clothesline
An assistance of a psychiatric, it's been requested yet protested by me
I can do it all on my own but the accomplishments I've made on my own
none
This may be my only chance to correct this but I want so very bad to refuse this
but I'm not Taproot, I can't claim no surrender, surrender
I hang my head in defeat while placing my rebellious pride somewhere I can't remember
and waste away in the comfort of my comforter
The point in being mobile, I see none, if I need a constant manual
stating 'The Fundamentals of Breathing'
Laughing it off, impossible, unavailable now
Well why not; the punchline has always been me...
but the punchline has decomposed into a bag of dust
Pathetic...
uthoritis
Date: Sun, Oct 18 2015 at 6:26 PM
I'm a Poetic "Prince"
I use my Gift to "Present"
So my Presence to be "Present"
I use it's "Essence"
As a " Element"
A Promotion to being "Outspoken"
I was Called and I was "Chosen"
Can't believe I'm a "Poet"
But it's "Enjoying"
That's why I write these "Proses"
I break through walls by being "Explosive"
I use Poetry as my "Mechanism"
For "Criticism"
My Mind and Body like A Pyramid it's a "Temple"
A Spiritual "Prism"
Of "Wisdom"
"Individualism"
An Individual "Visual" to paint my "Dividual - Divisible"
Enough fire "Presentable"
To make the devil "Tremble"
I'm at a Lyrical "Pinnacle"
To see rappers is "Invisible"
Kingly and "Lyrical"
With my Imperial "Syllables"
I'm a " Hybrid "
Of a Star "Giant"
Stardust and Stars Burst "Combining"
I think I gained some more "Ions"
Cause the Charges inside "Electrifying"
Inside my cylinder figure "Shining"
That's the "Nitrogen"
I use to Connect with the "Lightning"
I use it's Element for Magnetic "Defiance"
An Exercising "Enlightment"
I got the Gems and Jewels of "Wise" Men
I got the the Credentials to "Tickle" them with my "Diamonds"
Like I was wearing lucifer "Breastplate"
My heart a Emerald in Chaos in Chest "Aches"
I'm a Author "Writing"
Arthritis in my joints "Firing"
But it keeps me inspired to be "Inspiring"
Vengeful "Silence"
Is a Revengeful "Entitlement"
A Immenseful "Requirement"
For Critical "Tyrants"
Upon the Civil "Environment"
Breed off "Negatively" the "Negativity"
Use it for "Longevity"
I'm trying to build a "Legacy"
I look in the Eyes of "Destiny"
Filled her with"Ecstasy"
Now she "Caressing" Me
Said she was in "Celibacy"
Waiting for me "Desperately"
Said I hold the "Keys"
I said I know what was in "Jeopardy"
I was just perfecting my "Excellency"
A beetle races from its deep hiding
To gather more food for the morning!
Amidst its fields of fruits and bananas,
In the open plains of African savanna.
A tiny black bug, glowing in the sand
It shoots across the sun-dried land
Busy pace and not enough time,
to roll back a nitrogen ball sublime!
Every morning at the break of dawn
The beetle is out as agile as a fawn
It is suited black from top to toe,
Like some tycoon with trade to grow!
It wore no tie, has no briefcase
But had jointed legs for life’s race,
two large feelers that sense the air
To locate discards from cattle’s rear!
Large balls of partly digested grass,
Are a high carbon and nitrogen mass,
Will be stacked over and well stored,
For beetle generations,a wealth hoard!
The storage den is a deep deep hole,
That has a fortune of dung ball rolls,
Collected diligently in an insane craze
To store away in the underground maze!
This busy businessman drives no cars,
But still navigates with milky-way stars,
Can precisely locate mound of waste,
And roll them home for a later date!
It’s desire for earning has no bounds
In a day it makes very many rounds,
hoardings often exceed the life needs,
Yet every morning for more it speeds!!
And finally one day it meets its fate,
A flick of tongue and it’s a lizard’s waste!
In the brief history of this beetles life,
Are the resonance of our own strife!
When the earnings exceed our own need,
wealth becomes just a measure of greed!
The meaningless chase of that wealth,
At an immense cost to our own health.
We may detest the beetle for what it brings,
The beetle has no value for gold savings,
Here is a lesson to us all with greed,
What we already have, is all that we need!