Healing Humanity Premieres!
The carnivore documentary is finally here, debuting in Montello Cinema, USA.
Created by Kerry Mann, Adam Lacy, Lynn Divoky, Ashley Rogers, and many more, this local release celebrates the creators, doctors, and crowdfunders who made it possible.
This documentary is genuinely exciting because it’s built by people who’ve personally transformed their health through the right food and time.
It’s not based on fake studies or cherry picked biology, it draws straight from the real, practical experiences of people in the carnivore community.
@HHDocumentary@homesteadhow How can we watch it and when will it be accessible for the world to see?
For now, if people are interested, head to the official webpage for all details.
I am sure a worldwide online release is coming, stay tuned for dates so you and your family can see it too!
https://t.co/fmXjsWoh2I
The purification of blood.
The night when the Jedi fell.
The order was still in his ear when he opened the chamber. Kill the younglings. He looked at them and refused. He had worn a collar once. He would not put one on a child, and killing them was not justice.
He walked them out, left them with the Knights who had not yet chosen the night, and said they were under his protection.
Then he went back up and knelt in the ruined hall.
Coruscant burned through the broken wall. In the same dark robes he had worn before Mace fell, he opened the hilt and held the crystal in the light.
The red evil blood smoked off over his open hand. He did not feed it, so it was now starving and burning. White replaced it from the emitter out, one straight blade of justice. Not Jedi. Not Sith.
The blade of a man who had just chosen the young over the order that demanded them enslaved or dead.
He could feel the force vibrating with life, something new but somehow still ancient, had been created.
#AnakinWasRight #anakin #EmperorAnakin
@jacobs_jam25077 That is actually next level. The whole esthetic is quite unique but solid.
This is what i have been working on today.
https://t.co/yvMXZGSNOw
The purification of blood.
The night when the Jedi fell.
The order was still in his ear when he opened the chamber. Kill the younglings. He looked at them and refused. He had worn a collar once. He would not put one on a child, and killing them was not justice.
He walked them out, left them with the Knights who had not yet chosen the night, and said they were under his protection.
Then he went back up and knelt in the ruined hall.
Coruscant burned through the broken wall. In the same dark robes he had worn before Mace fell, he opened the hilt and held the crystal in the light.
The red evil blood smoked off over his open hand. He did not feed it, so it was now starving and burning. White replaced it from the emitter out, one straight blade of justice. Not Jedi. Not Sith.
The blade of a man who had just chosen the young over the order that demanded them enslaved or dead.
He could feel the force vibrating with life, something new but somehow still ancient, had been created.
#AnakinWasRight #anakin #EmperorAnakin
@Nerdrotics You have to resist the Dark side my friend, I know the boomer Jedi are trying to take everything from us.
We have to create our own path.
https://t.co/yvMXZGSNOw
The purification of blood.
The night when the Jedi fell.
The order was still in his ear when he opened the chamber. Kill the younglings. He looked at them and refused. He had worn a collar once. He would not put one on a child, and killing them was not justice.
He walked them out, left them with the Knights who had not yet chosen the night, and said they were under his protection.
Then he went back up and knelt in the ruined hall.
Coruscant burned through the broken wall. In the same dark robes he had worn before Mace fell, he opened the hilt and held the crystal in the light.
The red evil blood smoked off over his open hand. He did not feed it, so it was now starving and burning. White replaced it from the emitter out, one straight blade of justice. Not Jedi. Not Sith.
The blade of a man who had just chosen the young over the order that demanded them enslaved or dead.
He could feel the force vibrating with life, something new but somehow still ancient, had been created.
#AnakinWasRight #anakin #EmperorAnakin
The purification of blood.
The night when the Jedi fell.
The order was still in his ear when he opened the chamber. Kill the younglings. He looked at them and refused. He had worn a collar once. He would not put one on a child, and killing them was not justice.
He walked them out, left them with the Knights who had not yet chosen the night, and said they were under his protection.
Then he went back up and knelt in the ruined hall.
Coruscant burned through the broken wall. In the same dark robes he had worn before Mace fell, he opened the hilt and held the crystal in the light.
The red evil blood smoked off over his open hand. He did not feed it, so it was now starving and burning. White replaced it from the emitter out, one straight blade of justice. Not Jedi. Not Sith.
The blade of a man who had just chosen the young over the order that demanded them enslaved or dead.
He could feel the force vibrating with life, something new but somehow still ancient, had been created.
#AnakinWasRight #anakin #EmperorAnakin
Anakin Skywalker if he was emperor over his own faction of the Empire.
Anakin Skywalker, Emperor. Padmé at his side. Their children watching the fleet.
Not a Sith. Not a Jedi. Something else.
The Jedi Order spent a thousand years pretending balance was the same as peace, then hid a war in the dark until it ate the Republic.
The Sith spent that same thousand years treating people like fuel.
Anakin’s Empire is the third path: take the machine, gut the rot, and keep the people you actually love close enough that they can still tell you when you’re becoming the thing you swore you’d kill.
He doesn’t fall all the way. That’s the point. Padmé is still there. The kids are still there. A man with a family on the balcony has something to lose that a man in a black mask never did.
So the old court gets cleaned out. The warlords, the profiteers, the ones who looted a generation and called it order, they don’t get a seat at this table. Neither do the cells that bomb civilians and call it freedom.
Outside the viewport: a navy that actually answers to someone, a station that isn’t a death cult with extra steps, a planet still whole. Inside: a boy in an officer’s coat learning that power is a tool, not a religion. A daughter who hasn’t been told yet that hope is a weakness. A wife who still looks at the man, not the title.
That’s the story. Anakin doesn’t become Vader because the people who would have been his last tether never leave. He builds an Empire that isn’t a funeral. He rejects the demons in both temples. And for once, the Skywalkers get to stand together and look at the stars they actually get to keep.
Now that would be an epic.
@Eventide717 uf, be careful with Lust my friend.
Stay a strong man Luke, make sure she understands that it is yearning and not lust that drives you to her.
Yes, the key is replacing Lust with yearning for more. As his family grows so dose his strength with the force.
I have almost to much inspiration right now, currently i am focused on making a backstory that makes sense and gives us the future we should have had.
I do always welcome more input. This picture was a great inspiration but not one i made.
I think it was made by HowlingMotoko, a really good creator of fan art.
He is still the man from before the throne: uncovered face, chestnut hair, the scar, and the dark Jedi robes from that night.
No armor, no helmet. He kneels in the broken hall with Coruscant burning through the wall behind him. The blade in his hand is white, and the red is leaving it as smoke over his other palm.
@DannyMintys I think that is right, the boomers hate you and have taken so much from you.
He stepped out of line and showed you the truth, so they put him in prison by paying people to accuse him of rape.
That is what it looks like to me.