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THIS WORLD 🌎

[🧬Maxpein🧬 @maximumpain333]

Native American chief says "we didn't have words like UFOs and Aliens", they were Star people and have been here A long time.

Many Native American traditions describe celestial visitors and ancestors known as "Star People" or "Sky People" rather than modern technological terms like UFOs.

Numerous Native Nations, including the Lakota, Hopi, and Zuni, pass down oral histories that view beings from the stars as relatives, teachers, or ancient ancestors.

Rather than physical spacecraft or alien entities in a modern sci-fi sense, these encounters are deeply integrated into traditional worldviews, ceremonies, and origin stories.

Traditional communities lived with clear, dark night skies and an intimate relationship with the natural world, leading to detailed tracking and storytelling regarding constellations and celestial events.

[Michael Jackson Nesara Gesara Global @Michael_JK_Q]

THE ADVENTURE JUST BEGAN

THE FINAL BATTLE OF THE PLANET.

IN THE NEXT COUPLE OF WEEKS THE FATE OF THE WORLD WILL CHANGE

THE REVELATION WILL COME

DON’T BE AFRAID. ALL ASSETS ARE IN PLACE

THE ELITE KNOW …

THE ILLUMINATI KNOW

THE 1% KNOW..

ALL THE CELEBRITIES KNOW

THE CREATOR IS WALKING THIS MAP.

[Gakiih Kiarago @MakunuProff]

Ni Mummaathai. Hodi.

[Gakiih Kiarago @MakunuProff]

@Beargirl_1 But, the Sun is everything, everywhere. Can it die? The mountains, the lakes, the trees etc. What about the monkeys?

[Gakiih Kiarago @MakunuProff]

@SokoAnalyst The old way of doing things has ended.

[Africa First @AfricaFirsts]

The little boy is Uhuru Kenyatta, the immediate former president of Kenya 🇰🇪. The man holding his hand is his father, Jomo Kenyatta, the country’s first president. The man behind him is Daniel Arap Moi, who also later became president.

[Gakiih Kiarago @MakunuProff]

@EvansSiphoMsiza Faith. Believe without questions 🤔

[ChrisEcxel @ChrisEcxel102]

Beautiful perspective! 🔥🤍

Y’all finally have the answer you’ve been looking for.

Now the real question is: what are you going to do with it?

[Gakiih Kiarago @MakunuProff]

@noraskyglow 56

[Don bugi @AChukwuche15183]

Ogoni spiritual Mask, Nigeria 🇳🇬

[Albert Wang @albert70x7]

In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.
And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.
And God said,
(The Word of God)
Let there be light:
and there was light.  
Genesis 1:1–3 (KJV)

#Jesus #Christianity #Faith #Bible #HolySpirit

[Smart Science @SmartScience]

Microplastics are turning clouds into ice-making machines that are reshaping the climate.

A breakthrough Penn State study shows that everyday plastic waste is infiltrating the sky.

Microplastics, already ubiquitous in our oceans and mountains, have now been identified as a significant force in atmospheric chemistry. Researchers at Penn State University discovered that these tiny fragments act as ice-nucleating particles, causing water droplets in clouds to freeze at temperatures 5 to 10 degrees Celsius warmer than they normally would. By providing a physical scaffold for ice crystals to form, microplastics are essentially hijacking the natural lifecycle of clouds, turning what should be liquid water into ice much sooner than expected.

The implications for global weather patterns and climate stability are significant. Increased ice formation can lead to shifts in precipitation; while clouds might produce rain less frequently, the resulting downpours are likely to be much heavier as clouds accumulate more water before falling. Additionally, because clouds are vital for regulating the Earth’s temperature—either by reflecting sunlight or trapping heat—the presence of these pollutants complicates our understanding of global warming. As this plastic pollution reaches the atmosphere, it underscores a troubling reality: our waste is no longer just on the ground, but is actively reshaping the sky.

source: Gray, J. Microplastics Found In Clouds Are Likely Impacting Weather, Climate. The Weather Channel.

[Tock @yvan_theriault]

🐝 🐝🐝
Saviez-vous qu’une cuillerée de miel suffit à maintenir une personne en vie pendant 24 heures
Saviez-vous qu’une des premières pièces de monnaie au monde portait le symbole d’une abeille
Saviez-vous que le miel contient des enzymes vivantes
La meilleure façon de manger du miel est avec une cuillère en bois; si vous n’en trouvez pas, utilisez une cuillère en plastique.
Saviez-vous que le miel contient une substance qui aide le cerveau à mieux fonctionner
Saviez-vous que le miel est l’un des rares aliments de la planète qui peut à lui seul soutenir la vie humaine
Saviez-vous que les abeilles ont sauvé des personnes de la faim en Afrique
Saviez-vous que le propolis produit par les abeilles est l’un des antibiotiques naturels les plus puissants
Saviez-vous que le miel n’a pas de date d’expiration
Saviez-vous que les corps de certains des plus grands empereurs étaient enterrés dans des objets en or et recouverts de miel pour éviter la décomposition
Saviez-vous que le terme « lune de miel » vient de la tradition des époux de consommer du miel pour la fertilité après le mariage
Saviez-vous qu’une abeille vit moins de 40 jours, visite au moins 1 000 fleurs et produit moins d’une cuillère à café de miel, mais pour elle c’est une vie de travail
Merci, précieuses abeilles...

[George Njoroge @georgenjoroge_]

Those who know me personally know I DO NOT go out on Fridays.

There is a reason. 😂

A few years ago, I was drinking alone at my local in Kingeero on a Friday night.

At around 2 a.m., I decided I had donated enough money to the bar and it was time to go home.

Problem: no matatus.

Then it started raining heavily.

So there I was, drunk, wet and standing by the road trying to hitch a ride.

After a few minutes, I waved at an approaching Toyota Prado.

To my surprise, it stopped right beside me.

God is good. 🙏🏾

I opened the passenger door, jumped in and said, “Asante sana boss.”

The Prado started moving.

As I reached for the safety belt, I turned to introduce myself to the driver…

THERE WAS NOBODY THERE.

😭😭😭

No driver.

No passenger.

Just me inside a Prado moving through Kingeero at 2 a.m. in the rain.

At this point, alcohol left my bloodstream immediately.

I wanted to jump out, but the car was moving and I wasn’t ready to meet God through a road accident.

Then we approached a bend.

Suddenly…

A HAND CAME THROUGH THE DRIVER’S WINDOW AND TURNED THE STEERING WHEEL.

😭😭😭😭

I nearly died.

A few minutes later, another bend.

The hand appeared AGAIN and turned the steering wheel.

Now I knew my Kingeero ancestors had finally located me.

At the third bend, I said enough is enough.

I opened the door and jumped.

Landed straight inside a ditch full of rainwater.

I got up and ran like a man who had personally seen Satan.

Luckily, there was a bar nearby.

I entered shaking, ordered four beers and started narrating my encounter with the supernatural to anybody willing to listen.

About 30 minutes later, three men walked into the bar.

Completely soaked.

One of them looked at me.

Looked again.

Then started laughing uncontrollably while pointing at me.

Finally he shouted:

“SI HUYU NI ULE MLEVI ALIINGIA GARI TUKISUKUMA?”

😭😭😭😭😭😭

Apparently the Prado had broken down.

These poor men had been pushing it through the rain…

Anyway, that is why I don’t go out on Fridays.

Goodnight people. I’m off to bed.

I have already survived enough life-threatening situations caused entirely by alcohol and poor information. 😭😂

[Gakiih Kiarago @MakunuProff]

@jmuragengunjiri They should come together for the sake of the country. Kenya is in pieces today. Only this man , Uhuru can bring us together. Amen

[Tylermckenzieco @kenzsinterlude]

The way that karma is spinning the block on the folks who THOUGHT they were stealing your spiritual inheritance, THOUGHT that they were stealing physical inheritances, THOUGNT they were stopping your bag, THOUGHT that they were getting away w doing all of those death spells, destiny swapping rituals, and baneful magic towards Gods chosen is priceless. At one point these ppl thought they were winning and getting away w the crimes they did towards you physically and spiritually but by the time God and your spirit team is done w them.. They’re going to be wishing they never looked your way. They’re TERRFIFIED bc they can FEEL the doom on the horizon.

[Hon.Moses Kuria,HSC @HonMoses_Kuria]

Today, I challenge Rigathi Gachagua to seek an appointment with the Moderator of the PCEA Church and go to him accompanied by Rev. Dorcas Rigathi and lift the Bible infront of the cameras and say the following words:

1. I, Rigathi Gachagua, do solemnly swear, that I have not made a deal with President William Ruto

2. And that I, Rigathi Gachagua, will not make any deal with President William Ruto before 10th August 2027

3. And that I, Rigathi Gachagua, ask the Almighty God to strike me with thunder and lightning if anything I have sworn while holding this Holy Bible is untrue. So help me God

Over to you my brother. I am waiting

[Dustin @r0ck3t23]

Elon Musk just put an expiration date on human language. Not because talking is slow. Because it’s lossy.

Musk: “Our brain spends a lot of effort compressing a complex concept into words.”

Language isn’t communication. It’s failed compression.

You have a complete thought. You crush it into words. The other person catches fragments and rebuilds a guess. The rest never arrives.

Every person who has ever loved you loved a compressed version of you. Not for lack of trying. The channel wouldn’t carry the rest.

We don’t communicate. We approximate and hope the gap doesn’t matter.

Musk: “You would be able to communicate very quickly and with far more precision.”

Neuralink doesn’t improve communication. It replaces it. No compression. No loss. Thought moving at the speed it happens.

Not describing the painting. Transmitting the seeing of it.

Musk: “You wouldn’t need to talk.”

Five to ten years until speech becomes optional. Talking survives for tone, for intimacy, for the pleasure of it. For information, it’s obsolete.

A lifetime of memory in a second. Full schematics, not summaries. The entire structure of a thought, intact.

Not better communication. Telepathy with an engineering spec.

Musk: “Ideally, we are a symbiosis with artificial intelligence.”

Symbiosis means the humans who don’t merge at high bandwidth don’t just fall behind. They stop being legible to the intelligence that matters.

We’re already cyborgs running terrible hardware. Your phone extends your mind. Your thumbs are the bandwidth. Terabytes of thought throttled down to a few words a second.

Neuralink doesn’t optimize that constraint. It detonates it.

Five to ten years. Not science fiction. A deployment window.

From language as default to neural link as standard. From crushing thoughts into words to sending them whole. From humans using AI to humans running at its speed.

Every mind that has ever existed ran alone. That was never the human condition. It was a bandwidth limit.

Solitude was never philosophy. It was hardware.

Every thought you’ve ever had arrived somewhere smaller than it started. That’s not a flaw in you. It’s the width of the channel every human has ever been issued.

The channel is the thing that changes. Not soon. But not in some other lifetime either, in this one, on a clock Musk just put a number on.

[BOBI WINE @HEBobiwine]

As Dr. Kizza Besigye lies in an ICU room, fighting for his life, let's not forget that the stated intention of the Museveni regime is to murder him. Museveni’s criminal son, who derives pride in being a face of evil has been clear that "......Besigye will only leave prison in two ways. Either in his coffin after we hang him or shoot him or on his knees apologising to Mzee [Museveni]". That's why they have denied him bail, dismantled his legal team, and hounded him left, right and center.

The world must not standby. What is happening in Uganda is catastrophic. Let's use every avenue to speak out, protest and agitate. One blood-thirsty family must not be allowed to torture, maim, murder and hold a nation at ransom without consequence!

[George Njoroge @georgenjoroge_]

Open letter to the Kikuyu’s.

Go back to the villages that raised us.

Kingeero. Githunguri. Murang’a. Kabathi.

The same soil that once produced clergymen, presidents, farmers, industry captains, the men who built this nation.

This is the ground that gave us Bishop Obadiah Kariuki, the herds-boy who became Kenya’s first African bishop.

Dr. Julius Gikonyo Kiano, a trader’s son from Murang’a who came home with the first PhD this country ever held.

J.M. Kariuki. Kenneth Matiba. Men who walked out of these huts and bent the history of a nation.

I went looking for their grandchildren.

I found the villages empty.

No children playing. No youth in the fields.

The only young people were in the shopping centres, and most of them were drunk before noon, staring through us like the lights behind their eyes had gone out.

When we spoke the name of Jesus, some of them flinched. Others ran.

Many told us plainly that they now worship “ngomi”, the spirits of the dead and that the faith which raised their grandfathers is a colonial virus they intend to bury by 2050.

This is the same faith that civilised a generation.

That turned herdsmen’s sons into bishops, scholars and presidents.

And now it is mocked as a foreign disease by the very people it lifted out of the dust.

Look at what that rejection has cost us.

Men past 40, unmarried, with no wish to marry.

Married men who live in the drinking den instead of the home.

Our fertility has fallen below replacement.

Schools across central Kenya are merging because there are no longer enough children to fill them.

A whole community is quietly closing shops and calling it a return to roots.

Here is the part that should keep us awake at night: nobody conquered the Kikuyu.

No army. No famine. No enemy at the gate.

We did this to ourselves.

We drank away our own future and dressed the ruin up as heritage.

The devil did not break down the door.

We held it open and welcomed him in.

But a people who fell asleep can still be woken.

The villages that made us can be reached again, if those of us who left will find the will to carry the gospel back to them.

The men who prospered and moved to the city are the very ones who must now return to the ground they grew from.

The devil is loud in our backyard.

The only question left is whether good men will keep doing nothing🙏🏾