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[Simon Dixon @SimonDixonTwitt]

Always remember when an Israeli intelligence agent went on 60 Minutes and said this:

“We create a pretend world. We are a global production company: We write the screenplay. We are the directors, producers, the main actors, and the world is our stage.”

[Dr stephanie Morrison @DrstephanieMo]

I have a Colostomy. So I can SEE what most people can't.
For 3 years, I took Ivermectin.

Still saw worms.

Added Fenbendazole. The difference was immediate.

Multiple Sclerosis?
Turns out, MS is worm holes in the brain and spinal cord.

We did the Fenbendazole Cancer Protocol – full-body weight dosing, twice a day, 6 days on, 1 off. For 5 weeks. Then 1 week off. Then 2 more weeks on.

Yesterday, I saw something I can't unsee.
A worm that looked like a miniature octopus. Or maybe it was a pile of them.

It slid down the drain before we could subdue it.

The Protocol:
Ivermectin + Fenbendazole

Full-body weight dosing

6 days on, 1 off

Used for remission, aggressive cancer, and poor prognosis.

This is what the system doesn't want you to see.

⚠️ Not medical advice – just a real account from someone who can see the truth

[Deep Leaks @DeepLeaksHQ]

I’m still in shock.

Trump’s top advisor, and most influential man on the planet, just told the world the US government funded the creation of C19 and are responsible for the deaths of millions worldwide.

Shouldn’t the world be stopping?

Is this not the biggest news in history?

[Rabbi Jeff @RabbiJeffx]

Hey @grok, concise, no spin.

What ethnicity do all three share?

One word only.

[Eric Daugherty @EricLDaugh]

🚨 BREAKING: Florida just SUED Pfizer for deceptively marketing their COVID vaccines as safe while women suffered miscarriages and teens had heart attacks

THE PEOPLE DESERVE JUSTICE.

“Weeks ago we learned Fauci and the biomedical state knew the COVID jabs were dangerous but hid it from us.”

“While that investigation continues, today we sued Pfizer for deceptively marketing the products as safe—making billions—while pregnant women were miscarrying their babies and teenagers were having heart attacks.”

This is ADMITTED by Fauci. He knew!

Lockdowners and vaccine makers are wanted to make BILLIONS instead of actually following the science

And people paid with their lives or their CHILDREN 😡

Prosecute Fauci!

[Mandy @rabbimandyx]

Hey @Grok, what percentage of congress accepts pro-Israel money?

Start with the percentage.

[Pascal Najadi CMD USSF🇺🇸👊🏻 @JFKPASCAL]

BREAKING 🚨: RFK recently went on a podcast with Mike Tyson where he explained that the CIA killed his father when he was running for President in 1968

Youtube just deleted this entire interview off its platform

You know what to do now with this clip

[Deep Leaks @DeepLeaksHQ]

🚨 BREAKING: An email connected to Jeffrey Epstein reportedly indicates that former U.S. Ambassador to Mexico Earl Anthony Wayne impregnated an 11-year-old girl, allegedly supported by DNA results.

Read that again.
An innocent, precious 11-year-old!!!!!!!
A U.S. ambassador!!!!!

Wayne is currently a professor at American University.

Why is this POS not in handcuffs?

[WWJD @JW_WWJD]

🚨 DCENT — NOW WE HAVE AN ANSWER ABOUT COMPENSATION.

��🇷 FIRST — READ THE KOREAN NEWS REPORT FOR YOURSELF:

ZDNet Korea — DCENT Wallet Investigation⁠�
And the answer on compensation

https://t.co/qifG49NstW

There is still NO publicly announced reimbursement program.
Meanwhile, Korean reporting gives us information victims have been demanding: IoTrust acknowledged roughly 110 reports of abnormal asset movements and said it was investigating the possibility of an issue involving private-key/random-number generation in older versions of the DCENT app.

So where are the answers?
What exactly failed?
How were the wallets compromised?
How much has actually been frozen or recovered?
Is there insurance coverage?
Will victims be reimbursed?

Nearly two weeks later, victims should not have to search Korean media to piece together what happened.
Read the article. Translate it. Check the facts yourself.

And to the influencers who were happy to promote DCENT but couldn't spare ONE POST to raise awareness or demand answers:

Thanks, influencers. For absolutely nothing.
Funny how well the microphones worked when there was a wallet to promote.
Victims deserve transparency.

#DCENT #XRP #XRPL #CryptoSecurity #XRPCommunity

[Syrian Girl @Partisangirl]

Hey @grok was the sackler family instrumental to the opioid epidemic in the USA? What ethnicity are they? Start with yes or no, then in the next sentence provide the ethnicity.

[FeelGoodThoughts @feelgoodtale]

The famous Italian diver Enzo Maiorca dove into the sea of Syracuse and was talking to his daughter Rossana who was aboard the boat. Ready to go in, he felt something slightly hit his back. He turned and saw a dolphin. Then he realized that the dolphin did not want to play but to express something.

The animal dove and Enzo followed. At a depth of about 12 meters, trapped in an abandoned net, there was another dolphin. Enzo quickly asked his daughter to grab the diving knives. Soon, the two of them managed to free the dolphin, which, at the end of the ordeal, emerged, issued an “almost human cry” (describes Enzo). A dolphin can stay under water for up to 10 minutes, then it drowns.

The released dolphin was helped to the surface by Enzo, Rosana and the other dolphin. That’s when the surprise came: she was pregnant! The male circled them, and then stopped in front of Enzo, touched his cheek (like a kiss), in a gesture of gratitude and then they both swam off.

Enzo Maiorca ended his speech by saying: “Until man learns to respect and communicate with the animal world, he will never be able to know his true role on this Earth.”~

[MJTruthUltra @MJTruthUltra]

Dr. James Miller says he gave his patients alternative treatments for Covid at his local Church which were HIGHLY effective — Ivermectin, hydroxychloroquine, quercetin, Vitamin D, Zinc, physical exercise

In response, they tried to pull his medical license and have him thrown in jail… but failed.

Thank God for doctors like this.

https://t.co/2opnZR8YPf

[Benny Johnson @bennyjohnson]

The stories being told at Sen. Ron Johnson’s roundtable on the evils Americans faced in hospitals during COVID will make your blood boil.

Listen to this man break down as he described what they did to his wife.

The hospital gave her a death sentence saying she would be dead in 24 hours and stopped trying to treat her. They wouldn't let his family see his wife and their mother.

"I entered the ICU to bring my wife home. Gail was conscious, mentally coherent, repeatedly stated that she wanted to leave with me. Hospital administrators called law enforcement, and what should have been a discharge became an approximately six-hour standoff."

"I wouldn't abandon her. At one point, Gail asked the police sergeant who went into the room, Am l a patient, or am l a prisoner?"

"As we left a nurse told me, mark my words she'll be dead tonight"

He brought her home. She recovered. She is alive today, because he brought her out of that hospital.

This a horrific testimony. Hospitals are supposed to treat patients. Instead they were running a clinic of death.

Absolutely heartbreaking....

[Daisy @DaizyZeeX]

Someone told me I shouldn’t help spread pictures of the Cornell 7 guys, because it might destroy their lives.

Sweetie, that’s what I’m counting on.

[LPC @landpalestine]

This is Michael I. Kotlikoff, the President of Cornell University and one of the people who thought writing an essay was an acceptable apology for rape for 7 hours

He needs to be held accountable and he needs to resign in shame. Every single member of authority who let the woman down is complicit.

He should be fired and fined for dereliction of duty. Scumbag!

[Humanspective @Humanspective]

This spine tingling moment just happened at the Sen. Johnson Hospital Protocols Hearing.

I can understand exactly why the room erupted.

Here’s an attorney with 50 years experience.

At the start of covid, he gets flooded with requests to make Hospitals give early treatment protocols.

But the result of his work is the part really blew my mind.

95.8% of the cases he won ,to force the Hospital to administer Ivermectin. Survived.

But then I heard the contrast of what happened when he lost his cases... the patients who had to go with standard of care hospital protocols which included Remdesivir.

Ralph Lorigo Esq. - “Where I lost.... Every. Single. Person. Died”

I’m left speechless.

[Julian Paul Assange @Julianpaulas]

“The Rothschilds claim to be Jewish, but are actually Khazars from Mongolian Eastern Europe…”

The true enemy of peace is NOT Russia, China, or Iran…

The true enemy of peace is the Rothschild-Khazarian Mafia!

[Noah B. Price @TrueOnX]

🚨 BREAKING NEWS: The Most Explosive
Video You Will See This Year 🚨

Dr. David Martin drops BOMBSHELL evidence before Parliament: "COVID was a 56-YEAR PLAN.

Started in 1966 when the Wellcome Trust chose coronavirus as the "preferred method of human manipulation."

Implemented by Bill Gates, Rockefeller Foundation, WHO & more... for a universal vaccine by 2020."

This isn't a pandemic.
This was premeditated.

WATCH UNTIL THE END.

The receipts are devastating.

Are we looking at the biggest
crime against humanity in history?

Why has NO ONE been held accountable?

Who funded this 56-year operation?

Will they try it again?

Tag as many of your followers as you possibly can.

Share this with your friends, your family, your group chats, and anyone else who needs to see it.

And if you see this post come across your feed again, don’t just scroll past because you’ve already shared it.

Unshare it.
Reshare it.

Push it back into circulation.

Keep it moving.

Keep it visible.

Do not allow this story to disappear.

Comment one thing that
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Let me know
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and SHARE THIS
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And if
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[Tucker Carlson @TuckerCarlson]

Why’s it suddenly so expensive to take your dog to the vet? Here’s a hint: private equity. Joe Spector on the solution.

(0:00) Why Is Veterinary Care So Expensive?
(2:55) The Private Equity Firms Swallowing Small Businesses
(10:15) Why Are Veterinarians So Afraid of the FBI?
(14:53) Why Is There an Effort to Ban Telemedicine?
(20:55) How Does Dutch's Service Work?
(23:14) The AVMA Cartel Pushing Lobbying Politicians
(27:46) The Mass Veterinarian Shortage
(33:39) Why Spector Is So Dedicated to This Issue
(41:37) The AVMA Propaganda Lying to You About Your Pet

[Wealthy Anon @Inj_pumping]

Retatrutide Changed My Life And I Need to Talk About It

I've started writing this post about a hundred times. I would open the laptop, type a sentence, delete it, close everything, and tell myself I wasn't ready. I think part of me was scared that if I put it into words, it would somehow stop being real. But it's been long enough now that I think I can finally do this. So here it is, the post I never thought I'd write, about the medication I never thought I'd take, that genuinely, and I do not use this word lightly, saved my life.

This is a personal story. I'm not a doctor. I'm not a nutritionist. I'm not selling anything. I'm just a person on the internet who wants to share what happened, because when I was at my lowest, reading other people's honest stories was the only thing that kept me believing change was possible.

I want to start with the before, because if I skip past it, this whole post becomes a "look how great I am now" piece, and that's not what I want. The before matters. The before is the whole point. For most of my adult life, I was overweight. Not "I want to lose ten pounds for the wedding" overweight. Properly, medically, biographically overweight. I crossed into what doctors call obese sometime in my mid twenties and I never came back. By the time I turned thirty five, I was carrying around a body that I no longer recognized in photographs and that I worked extremely hard to avoid seeing in mirrors.

I tried everything. I want to repeat that, because people who have not lived inside a body like mine often think we haven't tried. I tried everything. I did Weight Watchers. I did keto. I did intermittent fasting. I did paleo, then Whole30, then a lifestyle plan that was just keto with extra steps. I had a personal trainer for two years that I literally could not afford. I tracked every calorie that went into my mouth in three different apps. I did a juice cleanse once that left me crying in a parking lot at midnight buying a sandwich at a gas station because I was so hungry I felt like I was losing my mind.

I would lose fifteen pounds. I would lose twenty. Once I lost almost forty. And then, like a tide coming back in, the weight would return, and it would always bring friends. I would end up heavier than where I started. I read somewhere that this happens to most people who diet, that the body fights back, that there is something almost mechanical about how it pulls you back to your highest weight, and I remember reading that with tears in my eyes because for years I had thought it was just me. I thought I was the broken one. I thought I lacked discipline, that I was weak, that there was something morally wrong with me.

I want to be honest about the things I don't usually tell people. I want to tell you that I cancelled plans because I didn't want to be seen. I want to tell you that I bought clothes online and returned almost all of them because I couldn't bear to look in the dressing room mirror. I want to tell you that I avoided weddings, that I made up excuses for school reunions, that I once drove forty minutes out of my way to a different grocery store because I was afraid of running into someone from my old job. I want to tell you about the constant background hum of my own brain narrating my body, the way I would sit down on a chair and immediately calculate whether it would hold me, the way I would walk into a restaurant and scan for booths because booths were tighter and I had been wedged into them before in a way that made my whole night collapse.

There was also the food noise. If you have not experienced food noise, it is hard to explain. It is not hunger. It is not even craving, exactly. It is a constant, grinding, low frequency thought about food that runs underneath everything else you are doing. I would be in a meeting and one channel of my brain would be on the meeting and another channel would be thinking about whether I had enough leftovers for lunch, what I would eat for dinner, whether I should stop somewhere on the way home, whether the snack drawer at the office had been refilled. I would eat a full meal and within an hour I would be thinking about the next one. It was exhausting in a way that I didn't even realize was exhausting because it had been the soundtrack of my mind for so long that I had forgotten what silence even sounded like.

The breaking point, if I had to name one, came on a regular Tuesday. There was no dramatic moment. I didn't fall down. Nobody insulted me. I just walked up a single flight of stairs to my apartment and had to stop at the top to catch my breath, and I leaned against the wall and felt my heart hammering, and I thought, very calmly, I am going to die early and I am going to spend the rest of my short life hating my own body. And then I sat down on the floor of my own hallway and I cried for about twenty minutes.

I made a doctor's appointment that night. I think part of me knew, even then, that I needed help that went beyond willpower. I had run out of willpower. I had been running on fumes of willpower for fifteen years.

My doctor, who I will love forever, did not lecture me. She did not tell me to eat less and move more. She did not put me on a scale and shake her head. She asked me what I had tried, and she actually listened to the answer, and when I was done she said something I will never forget. She said, your body is fighting against you, and we have medications now that can help with that fight. We talked about the GLP 1 class of drugs. We talked about semaglutide, which I had heard of. We talked about tirzepatide. And then she mentioned something newer, something called retatrutide, and she explained that it was a triple agonist, working on three different hormone pathways at once, and that the trial data was striking. She said she thought I might be a good candidate.

I did my research. I read every clinical trial summary I could find. I read forums. I read the cautious medical write ups and the breathless news articles. I read the side effect lists until I could recite them. And then I went back to her, and we made a plan, and a few weeks later I gave myself my first injection. My hands were shaking. I sat on the edge of my bed and held that little pen for probably ten minutes before I could do it. When I finally pressed the button, I felt nothing. No fireworks. No transformation. Just a tiny pinch and then the strange knowledge that something was now inside me that might change everything, or might do nothing at all.

The first week, honestly, was rough. I want to be clear about this because I think people who write these posts sometimes skip the hard parts and that does a disservice to anyone considering this path. I felt nauseous. Not constantly, but in waves, especially after eating too much or eating something too rich. I learned, fast, that my old portion sizes were no longer compatible with my body. I learned to eat slowly. I learned to stop when I felt full, which was a sentence I had read in diet books for years without ever truly understanding what it meant. I had constipation issues for the first month. I had one truly terrible evening where I ate a piece of fried chicken too fast and spent two hours regretting it deeply. There were days I felt tired. There were a couple of days I felt mildly anxious, which I think was my body adjusting.

But somewhere around day ten, something happened that I am still not sure I have the words for. The food noise stopped.

I remember the exact moment. I was driving home from work and I realized I had been driving for about twenty minutes and I had not, in that entire time, thought about food once. I had not planned dinner. I had not wondered if I should stop somewhere. I had not catalogued what was in my fridge. My brain had simply been quiet, and that quiet had been so unfamiliar that it took me twenty minutes to even notice it. I started crying in the car. Not a sad cry. A bewildered cry. I had not known. I had genuinely not known that other people lived like this. I had thought everyone walked around with a constant food channel playing in the background of their mind. I thought it was just what being human felt like.

That alone, that quiet, would have been worth the medication. I want you to understand that. Even if I had not lost a single pound, even if my body had stayed exactly the same, the silence in my head would have been worth it. I got my brain back. I got bandwidth back. I started thinking about other things. Books. Projects. People. Ideas I had been too tired to think about because so much of my mental energy had been routed into managing my relationship with food.

The weight came off slowly at first, then steadily. I lost about eight pounds in the first month. Then about six pounds the next month. Then it settled into a rhythm of around five pounds a month for a long stretch. I want to say that to anyone reading this who is hoping for a magic overnight transformation, that is not what this is. This is steady. This is patient. This is your body finally being on your side instead of being your opponent. Over the course of about a year, I lost a significant amount of weight. I'm not going to put a number here because I don't want this post to be about the number, and I don't want anyone to compare their journey to mine, because every body is different and every dose is different and your story will be your own.

What I do want to talk about is what changed besides the number on the scale, because honestly, the scale is the least interesting part of all of this.

I started sleeping better. I had not realized how badly I had been sleeping. I had not realized that the wheezing and the snoring and the waking up at three in the morning to use the bathroom were not just things that happened. They were symptoms. They got better. I started waking up actually rested, sometimes before my alarm, which had not happened to me since I was a teenager.

My knees stopped hurting. I had thought that was just aging. It was not just aging. It was the load.

I started walking. Not as exercise, just as a thing I did. I would walk to the store. I would walk after dinner. One day I walked four miles without thinking about it and when I got home I sat down and laughed because the version of me from two years ago could not have walked four miles without seriously considering calling an ambulance halfway through.

My blood work changed. My doctor showed me the numbers and she had this look on her face that I will never forget. My cholesterol came down. My blood sugar normalized. My liver enzymes, which had been quietly elevated for years in a way that nobody had ever made a big deal about, came back into range. She told me I had probably added years to my life. I didn't know what to say to that. I still don't.

My relationship with food changed in ways I didn't expect. I had thought, on this medication, food would become joyless. I had read that fear in other people's posts. The opposite happened. Because I was no longer caught in the constant tide of cravings, when I did eat something I loved, I actually tasted it. I slowed down. I noticed. I had a piece of really good chocolate cake at a friend's birthday and I ate three bites and put my fork down because I was full, and the three bites were the best three bites of cake I had ever had in my life. The whole cake used to be a blur. The three bites were a memory.

I started saying yes to things. This is the part that's hardest to write about because it gets at something I had buried so deep I didn't know it was there. I had been saying no to my own life. I had been declining invitations, dodging photos, opting out of experiences, and I had told myself I was just an introvert, I was just busy, I was just tired. I was not. I was hiding. The body I was carrying around had become a fortress and the fortress had become a prison, and somewhere in that long slow weight loss, I noticed myself opening doors I had nailed shut years before. I went to a wedding and danced. I took a trip with friends and got in the photos. I sat on the floor with my niece and played with her dollhouse, and when I stood up afterward, I stood up easily, and she didn't notice anything because to her this was just normal, but I noticed, and I had to go to the bathroom and breathe for a minute because the smallness of that moment contained a bigness I could not fit inside myself.

I want to be careful here. I do not think weight loss is the cure for everything. I had to do a lot of work alongside the medication. I started seeing a therapist who specializes in disordered eating, and we have unpacked things I didn't know were in there. I have had to learn how to think of myself as a person who is allowed to take up space, not as a project to be optimized. I have had to grieve the years I lost. I have had to forgive the version of me who hated her body, because she was doing the best she could with what she had. The medication did not fix any of that. The medication gave me the bandwidth to fix it.

I also want to be honest about the things that are still complicated. I will probably be on this medication for a long time, possibly forever, because the data on what happens when people stop is not encouraging. I have made peace with that. I take other medications too, and I do not torture myself about them, so why would I torture myself about this one. But it is a real consideration and I want to be transparent about it. There is also the cost, which is significant, and the access issue, which is real, and the fact that not every body responds the same way. Some people lose less. Some people have side effects that don't ever fully go away. Some people can't tolerate it at all. I got lucky. I want to say that clearly. I got lucky, and I do not take that for granted.

I want to say something to the people who roll their eyes at this. Who say it's the easy way out. Who think people on these medications are cheating. I want you to understand that there is no easy way out of a body that has been waging war against you for two decades. There is no shortcut through the years of shame and the failed diets and the medical conditions that compound on each other while everyone tells you to just try harder. This medication is not a cheat code. It is a treatment for a medical condition that we have only recently begun to treat correctly. Calling it cheating is like calling glasses cheating because the rest of us can see without them. Some bodies need help, and now there is help, and the cruelty of denying that help to anyone is something I hope we look back on and feel deeply ashamed of.

I want to say something to the people who are where I was. Who are reading this from the other side of the wall, who are in the apartment with the stairs that scared them, who are buying clothes online and returning them, who are sitting in the car after a doctor's appointment crying because nothing is working. I see you. I was you. I do not know if this medication is right for you, and I am not going to pretend I do. But I want you to know that you are not lazy. You are not weak. You are not morally failing. Your body is doing something that has a name and that has a treatment, and you deserve to talk to a doctor who takes that seriously. If yours doesn't, find one who does. They exist. I found mine. You can find yours.

I want to say something, finally, to myself. To the version of me who sat on the floor of her hallway and cried after walking up the stairs. I want to tell her that she is going to be okay. That she is going to walk easily and sleep deeply and laugh at parties and dance at weddings and play with her niece on the floor and stand up without thinking about it. That she is going to find a doctor who listens. That she is going to take a chance on something new and it is going to work. That the war inside her body is going to end, not because she fought harder, but because she finally got the right weapon, and she is going to lay down the fight she should never have had to fight in the first place.

It has been a little over a year now. I am not done. I am not at some final destination. I am just here, in this body, which is quieter and lighter and more mine than it has been in a very long time. I am writing this from my kitchen, on a Tuesday morning, with coffee that I am drinking slowly because I am no longer racing through it on my way to the next thing. I do not know who needs to read this. Maybe nobody. Maybe just one person. But if you are that person, I want you to know that I am rooting for you. I am rooting for you so hard. The world is so much bigger than the cage we have been living in, and there is a door, and the door is opening for more and more of us, and I hope with my whole heart that one day soon it opens for you too.

Thank you for reading. If this resonated with you, I would love to hear your story. We are all in this together, and the more we talk about it honestly, the more we chip away at the shame that has kept so many of us silent for so long. Be gentle with yourselves. Take up space. You deserve a quiet mind and an easy stairway and a body that is on your side.

I am still here. I am still becoming. And so are you.