Please tuck this list of scriptures somewhere accessible. The next time you are afraid and don’t know what to do please read these scriptures out loud. God bless you.
1. Psalm 32:8 - "I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will counsel you with My loving eye on you."
2. Isaiah 30:21 - "Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, “This is the way; walk in it.”
3. Psalm 37:23-24 - "The Lord makes firm the steps of the one who delights in Him; though he may stumble, he will not fall, for the Lord upholds him with His hand."
4. Isaiah 41:10 - “So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand."
5. Romans 8:28 - “ And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose."
6. Psalm 46:1 - "God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble."
7. Isaiah 26:3 - “You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast, because they trust in You."
8. John 14:27 - "Peace I leave with you; My peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid."
9. Genesis 28:15 - "I am with you and will watch over you wherever you go, and I will bring you back to this land. I will not leave you until I have done what I have promised you.”
10. Exodus 14:14 - "The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still.”
11. Psalm 34:17 - “The righteous cry out, and the Lord hears them; He delivers them from all their troubles."
12. Proverbs 3:5-6 - “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to Him, and He will make your paths straight."
13. Lamentations 3:25 - “The Lord is good to those whose hope is in Him, to the one who seeks Him;…"
14. I Peter 5:7 - “ Cast all your anxiety on Him because He cares for you."
15. Psalm 94:19 - “ When anxiety was great within me, Your consolation brought me joy."
May God’s peace and comfort keep you and strengthen you.
Peace and be prepared.
I can verify this timeline. The day before yesterday I went through the monthly ritual of making the dog's portioned food for the freezer. Every day she gets a defrosted meal of rice, meat, pumpkin and egg. The crap they are passing as food for us and our animals is disgusting.
Nobody who starts reading labels ever stops, and the family watches the whole descent in stages.
Month 1: "He's reading the back of a jar."
Month 2: "He's binned the sunflower oil. It was full."
Month 3: "He's found out about the bread."
Month 5: "He asked the barman what the scampi is fried in. Twice."
Month 7: "He takes his own butter to the pub now."
Month 9: "There's a tub of beef fat in the fridge with a date written on the lid."
Month 12: "He's doing the dog food."
Month 15: "He rang the manufacturer. They put him through to somebody."
Month 18: "He's found a farm."
Month 24: "There's a chest freezer in the garage and I've stopped asking."
Not one person arrives here because they enjoy it. They arrive because they turned one packet over, found something worse than they expected, and turned over a second.
The obsession is just literacy with nowhere to stop.
I will never forget the day that DOGE discovered that FEMA was spending $59 MILLION to house illegal aliens in luxury hotels in NYC…
…all while FEMA nearly kicked out 3,000 Americans from THEIR hotel rooms in the dead of winter in Western North Carolina after Hurricane Helene
Last night, I told the kids it was bedtime. Like I always do
Brush teeth, get your jammies on, pick a book. The usual drill.
Then I heard giggling. The kind that makes you stop whatever you’re doing and smile. I looked out the window and there they were—in the backyard, barefoot, chasing fireflies.
My first instinct? Tell them to come inside. It was already late. We were off schedule. Pajamas were gonna get dirty. Bugs, mud, all the chaos.
But I didn’t say anything.
I sat down on the porch. And I watched them.
They were so happy. Just running around in the grass, trying to catch those little glowing dots like it was the most magical thing in the world.
And honestly? It was kind of magical.
At one point, my son came over, holding his hands together like a tiny treasure box.
“I caught one,” he whispered. “But I’m gonna let it go. I think it likes flying better.”
And just like that, I felt something shift.
I’ve been so caught up lately—in routines, in making sure everything’s “on time,” in getting it all right. But watching them out there, I realized… not everything needs to be so structured. Not every night has to go exactly according to plan.
Sometimes the best moments are the messy, unexpected ones.
So we stayed out.
Way past bedtime.
Barefoot, covered in bug bites and joy.
And you know what?
They still went to sleep.
They still woke up happy.
But I went to bed different.
Because chasing fireflies reminded me that childhood is short. And sometimes, it’s okay to pause the schedule and just live in the moment.
Let them stay up. Let them run wild. Let the laundry wait.
These are the nights we’ll all remember.
Take a moment to enjoy the velociraptprs in the Georgia sunrise.
Sound way up 🎵 🦃
When the world gets insane, it's best to dive into nature - she's even more insane .... and with feathers, beaks, little warbles and gobbles.
Honestly, I didn’t know much about Joe Felz, but the more I learn since his untimely death, the more it’s clear to me that his body of work was absolutely a HUGE THREAT to the powers that be, and that must be highlighted.
Joe was about to upload a treasure trove of some of the most important books in antiquity, including older/lost versions of the Bible (specifically containing the Apocrypha), books about Freemasonry, free energy, and other important ancient writings to a digital archive, unaltered, for the world to see and preserve.
What is most shocking, is that he was all set to release this archive publicly 72 hours before his untimely death on August 3rd, and we still aren’t sure yet how he died. However, Joe did say that if anything “suddenly happened to him” to keep digging, so he was absolutely aware that he was kicking the hornets nest…
Thankfully, he stated that should anything happen to him, there are contingencies in place to make sure this vital information gets out.
In this video, he shows in detail how ancient versions of the Bible had Palestine listed instead of the modern state of Israel, and how Israel is referring to a “tribe”, not a country. Can’t imagine how damaging that is to current narratives…
Joe was also a loud advocate for free energy, and we all know what happens to people who go too far down that rabbit hole…
I also don’t think it’s a coincidence at all that we just found out that AI companies are buying up books just like this in mass, digitally copying them, de-binding them and then shredding them.
They are actively trying to erase/re-write our history, and anyone getting in the way of that, would absolutely be a huge target. Joe had well over 1 million followers on social media between TikTok, Instagram, Facebook.
It’s clear that some very powerful individuals wanted Joe gone, and it’s also troubling to see that many of his followers suspect his own girlfriend. In the comments of his videos there seems to be a significant amount of his followers likening her to a possible “Erika Kirk” type. She has apparently taken over his pages and claims he didn’t know what he was talking about etc…Yikes.
Not saying for sure and I’m just going off what his followers are pointing out. I don’t know enough about the situation, but sadly it wouldn’t surprise me.
Also, VERY interesting to note is that the last Perez Hilton post before his mutilation tirade is about Joe Felz. Honestly, that is WAY too on the nose for me….Knowing what we know about how these people operate, that is extremely eye-opening.
Rest in peace with the Lord, Joe.
Share all of Joe’s work as much as you can before they take it all down! Don’t let his work be in vain.
The Constitution does NOT give you rights. You already have them.
The Constitution simply tells the government that it cannot take those s rights away.
I wish more people understood this.
Nobody in Walton County knew who was buying up the Panhandle. Timber companies sold him tract after tract. Sod farms. Played-out peanut fields. Pine that had been cut and cut again. The buyer was a timber and oil commodities trader, and he never told a single seller what he wanted it for.
He was buying it so it could NEVER be developed again.
Marion Clifton Davis grew up on the wrong side of the tracks in the Florida Panhandle. He summed up the whole childhood in one sentence: "I grew up with five other people in 300 square feet in a wore-out trailer on a dirt road."
He gambled his way out, hustling pool and poker from the time he was 16 until he was 30. It paid for a political science degree and then a law degree. He moved the winnings into land and mineral rights, and they turned into hundreds of millions of dollars.
He had spent his entire life climbing out of that trailer, and he got all the way to the top of it. Then he said this: "I finally made some money and it wasn't what it was advertised to be."
What changed him was a traffic jam. Stuck in a line of cars going nowhere, he read a high school marquee advertising a presentation on the Florida black bear. He pulled out of the line and walked in.
"I hate to confess to this. I didn't know Florida even had black bears at the time." He gave the two women running the presentation enough money to keep going for another two years, then asked them for a reading list and spent the next year working through Thoreau, John Muir, and a Harvard biologist named E.O. Wilson.
In 2000, he started buying. He spent roughly $90 million assembling more than 50,000 acres along the Choctawhatchee River, tract by tract, never tipping his hand until each deal closed. He named it Nokuse. It is the Muscogee word for black bear.
Then he did the thing no land man does. He took it apart. His crews thinned 22,000 acres of pulpwood pine and hand-planted EIGHT MILLION longleaf seedlings across 24,000 acres, scattered in deliberately random patterns so the forest would never come back in rows. They burned about 10,000 acres a year on purpose, because longleaf needs fire.
He told people it was a 300-year project.
In 2009 he spent $12 million of his own money on a 28,000-square-foot science center for Panhandle schoolkids. He named it for E.O. Wilson. Not for himself.
In November 2014, doctors found stage 4 lung cancer. He kept working. That June he sat down with a national radio crew and said it plainly: "I'm dying, as we all are. It's well advanced."
He got 15 years of the 300.
M.C. Davis died on July 11, 2015, eight months after the diagnosis. Not one tree he planted had grown tall enough to matter yet.
He spent thirty years learning how to take. He spent the rest putting it back.
Around here, thousands of Panhandle fourth graders get loaded onto a school bus and driven out to that center. Almost none of them ever find out who paid for the trip.
Then the bears came back.
They cross under US 331 now, through three wildlife underpasses finished in 2012, funneled in by a mile and a half of fence on both sides of the four-lane highway. The man who did not know Florida had black bears built them a way under the road. They den on land named after them.
Nokuse Preserve is 56,258 acres today, endowed and permanently protected, the largest private conservation project east of the Mississippi River. More than 3,800 gopher tortoises pulled off Florida development sites have been released there since 2006. In 2025 the E.O. Wilson Biophilia Center took in 5,500 students from 56 schools, and it charged none of them a dollar.
A longleaf pine can live 400 years. The seedlings put in the ground in 2004 are barely out of childhood, and the forest he was actually aiming at will not stand until sometime around the year 2300. He knew that when he wrote the checks.
M.C. Davis, a poor kid from a dirt road, spent everything he ever won on a forest he would never walk through.