11/11) It is the return of joy, emotions, laughter (even on stage), tears and love for those concerts that only those who love #Genesis can feel. "Duke's Intro"/"Turn it on again" (live in Helsinki, 11/06/2007) https://t.co/1swgJuR4oD
'I’m truly bowled over by the outpouring of support and affection since revealing my dementia diagnosis.
'Receiving a dementia diagnosis can turn your world upside down, but I really do believe it’s better to know.
'Too many people are experiencing delays in diagnosis - on average 3.5 years - meaning they’re left in limbo without the help they need.
'An early diagnosis can open the door to treatment, support, care and the chance to take part in research that could change the future.
'People living with dementia and their families have waited long enough for change. We must demand better for everyone affected.
'I would urge everyone to join me in signing Alzheimer’s Society’s open letter calling on government to deliver a bold and ambitious plan for dementia.’
@jonsnowC4
Tickets for this year's Kozfest are available now.
Fred's Yurts will be doing Yurts. Just waiting for web link
Welcome party night will be Paul Giblin soundscape
Advance weekend and day tickets are available now from https://t.co/THjcNYpB00
A NASA engineer reportedly concluded the Billy Meier UFO case is REAL. Pre digital 35 millimeter photos. 8 millimeter film. Multiple craft. Clear images over Switzerland dating back to 1975. No Photoshop. No digital tricks. Just footage they still cannot explain.
Peanut butter is the gym bro's beloved, the toddler's staple, the "healthy fat and protein" jar in every cupboard. It is also one of the most reliable dietary sources of a mould toxin that ranks among the most potent natural carcinogens known to science.
That toxin is aflatoxin, made by Aspergillus moulds that adore the warm, damp, underground, stored-in-bulk life a peanut leads. Aflatoxin B1 is a class-one human carcinogen, a liver carcinogen specifically, and it is why peanuts are among the most heavily tested foods on Earth. In regulated markets the level in your jar is usually kept low, which is the system working. In the parts of the world without that testing, peanuts and maize quietly drive liver cancer.
Then the rest of the arsenal, none of which a testing regime touches. The peanut is not even a nut but a legume, and it carries peanut lectin, one of the few lectins tough enough to survive digestion and slip into the bloodstream intact. Phytic acid to lock up the iron and zinc. Oxalates to seed kidney stones. Goitrogens to lean on the thyroid. And a hefty slug of omega-6 linoleic acid, the inflammatory fat we already drown in from seed oils.
Then the jar itself, frequently cut with sugar and palm oil, so your clean protein arrives with a side of cleared rainforest.
And for the finale, it is the most lethal common food allergen on the planet, the one schools ban outright. Savour that the next time someone calls a bacon sandwich the health risk. The toddler staple here that can stop a child's breathing and carries a literal carcinogen is not the bacon.
The Electric Salad Co Presents
Kozfest 2026
Penmeanau Farm, Builth, Wales. August 7 to 9
3 days of psychedelic and psych music
Welcome party 6th August
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SHOCKING CIA DOCUMENT OF OPPENHEIMER ENTERING A UFO!!!
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The group soon recognized that the instrument panels were active and some symbols were backlit by a blue-green glow. Some of these were changing as they watched. At this point Dr. Oppenheimer consulted with Dr. von Neumann and suggested that the team proceed with extreme caution since the craft was obviously still under some form of power and it might be activated into operation either by their interference or by electrical automation from within or without by radio control. Dr. Tuve suggested that the team should explore the construction of the controls rather than attempt to operate them on the chance of being able to trace the power to it’s source and deactivate same until some understanding of the purpose of each instrument could be determined. This was agreed upon and the work began. Among the first discoveries was that each panel of instruments in the flight deck countertop slide out like a drawer along nearly invisible lines less than 0.2 millimeters wide and in a track or rail composed of a single strip of plastic wrapped in a continuous “S” curve around two metal rollers at the front and rear. There were no ball bearings, springs or motors. And yet each drawer slid both open and shut at the slightest touch of a fingertip as if self-powered. Later it was found that the rear roller bar traveled back-and-forth on a track of it’s own as the drawer was operated. This second track was curved so as to balance the force imparted by the bend in the plastic strip and thus created an almost frictionless mechanism. The type of plastic was then unknown to Earthly science, but has since been developed and has what is known as a “molecular memory” of it’s ideal unstressed state, to which it will naturally return. Later it was determined that each section of controls or instruments aboard this craft was self-contained as to it’s power needs, by some means integrated into it’s nuclear structure that gathered electromagnetic and other energy from the space around it; in this case the fields of the Earth. There was no central power system anywhere on the ship and the control, flight and environmental systems drew their power from unknown sources. Instrumentation was eventually found to interconnect and communicate with each other on the molecular level by means of waves or vibrations set up in the atomic structures of each device. No wires or other recognizable electrical components were found.
The sections of the saucer hull which contained both upper and lower deck cabins were joined along microscopic lines by means of electromagnetic locking action engineered into their molecular structure. When Dr. Bush and a team of military engineers found several interlocking key-like devices in a cabinet built into the wall, Dr. Holland determined that these could be used to dismantle the craft into sections. At the joints, the operator of the keys, which linked together for different sized tasks, simply passed the tool over the seam. The device, which looked like a tuning fork and had each tine magnetized with opposite polarity, unlocked the joint when passed over it in one direction and rejoined the sections when it was drawn in the other direction. Even after disassembly and prolonged storage, the separate sections of this craft still maintain their power and operating capabilities to this day. All attempts to alter the magnetic fields that connect sections of the craft, performed with the use of powerful electromagnets under exacting laboratory conditions, have failed to change the degree of the interlocking effect. Also, kinetic force (repeated blows) has failed to alter molecular magnetic alignment according to crystal holographic imaging tests recently conducted.
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🛸¿ESTRUCTURA ARTIFICIAL OCULTA EN LA LUNA? LA PRUEBA QUE NO PUEDEN EXPLICAR 👁️
Un potente telescopio de observación lunar acaba de capturar algo que desafía toda lógica.
En la superficie gris y aparentemente muerta aparece una formación que parece una estructura construida: bordes rectos, sombras geométricas y una silueta que no encaja con ningún cráter natural.
Peor aún… justo al lado, un objeto extraño se mueve con claridad cerca de la superficie.
No es un reflejo. No es un error. Se desplaza con un patrón que ningún meteorito o roca lunar debería tener.
La Luna se supone silenciosa, desierta y sin actividad desde hace miles de millones de años.
Pero cada vez hay más registros como este: anomalías que parecen bases, torres y rastros de actividad inteligente.
Oficialmente nos dirán que son “ilusiones ópticas”, “sombras de cráteres” o “satélites cruzando”. Siempre la misma explicación cómoda.
Sin embargo, cuando amplías la imagen, cuando analizas el movimiento fotograma a fotograma, la historia cambia.
¿Cuántas veces más vamos a aceptar la versión “natural” antes de admitir que algo está pasando ahí arriba?
La Luna no está vacía. Nunca lo estuvo. Y cada noche nos observa en silencio… guardando secretos que alguien no quiere que descubramos…
In the summer of 2010, David Fajgenbaum was everything a young man could hope to be.
He had been a Division I college quarterback. He spoke multiple languages. He was in his third year at one of America's top medical schools, the University of Pennsylvania. He had his whole life mapped out in front of him.
Then his body turned on him.
Almost overnight, his organs began failing. His lymph nodes swelled. He was exhausted beyond anything he had ever felt. Within days, he was rushed to the emergency room. Weeks of testing followed. Finally, doctors gave it a name: Castleman disease — a rare and catastrophic condition where the immune system attacks the body's own organs.
There was no cure. There was barely a treatment.
A priest came to his hospital room and read his last rites.
David said goodbye to his family.
Then, somehow, an aggressive round of chemotherapy pulled him back from the edge.
But it didn't hold. Within three years, he collapsed again. And again. And again. Five times in total, he came to the edge of death. Five times, chemotherapy bought him a little more time.
After the fifth collapse, his doctors sat with him and said the words no patient wants to hear: his body had received the maximum amount of chemotherapy a human being can survive. If he relapsed again, there would be nothing left to give him.
He would die.
Most people, hearing that, would have spent whatever time remained saying goodbye.
David Fajgenbaum picked up a medical journal.
From his hospital bed, between treatments, he began doing something no patient had ever done before — systematically studying his own disease with the full knowledge of a trained physician. He analyzed thousands of pages of his own medical records. He tested his own blood samples, looking for patterns invisible to everyone else because no one else had both the data and the desperate motivation to find them.
And he found something.
In his lymph node samples, a specific protein signaling pathway called mTOR was firing at abnormally high levels — essentially sending the immune system into a frenzy that destroyed his own organs. It was a clue no one had spotted because no one had looked in quite that way before.
Then he searched for something that could stop it.
He found it in an unlikely place: a medication called sirolimus, already approved and available, commonly used to prevent organ rejection after kidney transplants. No one had ever tried it for Castleman disease. But on paper, its mechanism was a near-perfect match for what David had found in his own blood.
Under his doctor's supervision, he began taking it.
Within days, his symptoms vanished.
Not improved. Vanished.
The man doctors had given up on walked out of the hospital. He finished medical school. He married his girlfriend Caitlin. He became a father. He became one of the youngest faculty members ever to receive tenure at Penn Medicine.
And then he turned around to face everyone still waiting in the dark.
He founded the Castleman Disease Collaborative Network, building the first global research effort for a disease that had none. He launched Every Cure — an organization that uses artificial intelligence to search all existing approved drugs for hidden matches with diseases that currently have no treatment. The idea is simple and revolutionary: there are over 1,500 approved drugs in the world and over 7,000 diseases with no treatment. The cures may already exist. They just haven't been matched yet.
Over 15 years, Fajgenbaum and his partners have helped advance 28 repurposed drugs — 14 directly led by him. MedicalXpress
A priest once came to read him his last rites.
Today, David Fajgenbaum has authored over 100 scientific papers, appeared on TIME's list of the world's most influential people in health, and continues to take his small sirolimus tablet every single morning the pill he found himself, in the darkest room of his life, when no one else was looking.
He didn't wait to be saved.
I keep thinking about @MRMIKEYGRAHAM from Boyzone.
When the documentary came out, I remember seeing the pain in his eyes. It was a look I recognised straight away. The kind of pain that doesn’t need words.
For some reason, I felt compelled to reach out to him. He didn’t know me from Adam, yet he took the time to reply. That small act of kindness has always stayed with me.
I’ve seen some of the photos and clips from the Boyzone shows this weekend, and it genuinely made me smile to see him getting his moment. His light. His stage.
Maybe I’m wrong, but I still see that same pain in his eyes at times. Mikey has spoken openly about his mental health struggles, and I really hope these shows have brought him something positive. Some closure. Some peace. Maybe even the chance to finally move forward carrying a little less weight than before.
The truth is, I’m not even a massive Boyzone fan. Yet I’ve always found myself rooting for him.
What I do know is this. The comments about his appearance, his weight, or whether he “looked the part” completely miss the point.
Getting on that stage at all took courage.
Standing in front of thousands of people when you’ve openly battled your mental health is no small thing. It doesn’t matter whether it was three songs or thirty. Sometimes just showing up is the victory.
That deserves respect, not criticism.
I doubt he’ll ever see this, and he certainly doesn’t need me defending him. But people who carry their struggles publicly while still finding the strength to keep going deserve a bit more kindness from the rest of us.
Well done, Mikey. I think a lot of people are quietly proud of you.
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Genesis live Birmingham, England - May 1st, 1975 - Audience recording, Audio Quality A-/B+
'1st of 2 nights to close off the UK leg of the Lamb tour... the vocals are pretty damn solid here'
+ The Musical Box & The Knife encores ✨🎶💫
A beautiful and deeply moving moment! Wild elephants are slowly crossing the road, all vehicles have come to a quiet stop, while people stand in awe, watching with admiration and respect. It is truly heartwarming and peaceful to witness this scene, these gentle creatures freely moving through the human world. May humans and elephants always be able to coexist peacefully, safely, and with mutual respect forever 💓
Fasting For 16 Hours A Day Triggers Cellular Autophagy—The Body's Process of Eating Its Own Dead Cells.
In 2016, a Japanese cell biologist won the Nobel Prize in Medicine for discovering the mechanism of autophagy.
He proved that when the human body goes without food for 16 to 18 hours, it runs out of easy energy. To survive, it begins hunting for fuel inside the body. It targets damaged cells, misfolded proteins, and senescent "zombie" cells that cause aging and inflammation.
It literally eats the disease to keep you alive.
The pharmaceutical industry cannot patent fasting. They cannot sell you a pill that replicates autophagy. So they tell you to eat six small meals a day to "keep your metabolism up."
Eating constantly keeps your body in storage mode. Fasting puts your body in repair mode.
Quantock Staghounds screaming and cracking whips as they ride at a stag to prevent him escaping onto National Trust land. This stag had just been through a 3.5 hour ordeal, chased relentlessly in blazing sunshine, this was his 2nd attempt to get past the riders back to his herd.
I drove to 648 Grassmere Park to see it for myself.
I had no idea what was about to be built 50 yards from the @nashvillezoo.
A data center. Right against the treeline where the animals my kids grew up visiting are kept.
I’m not anti-technology…
The phone you’re reading this on is tied to one of these somewhere. We all live in this now.
But here’s the thing nobody’s telling you: a low hum doesn’t stop at a wall. It goes right through it. And the zoo’s own CEO says it’d sit 50 yards from animals they’ve spent decades trying to protect and breed.
No study. No rules. No vote. Just a rushed permit.
You don’t have to hate the future to say: not like this.
The petition’s in my bio. Takes 10 seconds.
Right now, 10 seconds is the whole fight. 🐆
There is a drowned country under the North Sea, and the fishing boats keep pulling bits of it up in their nets.
It is called Doggerland. Ten thousand years ago you could have walked from Norfolk to the Netherlands across it without getting your feet wet. Think rivers and reed beds, wooded valleys, marsh and lagoon, and probably the richest hunting ground in the whole of Europe. Red deer. Wild boar. And aurochs, the great wild cattle, moving across the lowland the way game does where nobody has ever hunted it hard.
People lived there. Thousands of them, following the herds, building camps on the high ground where the animals came to drink. For a mobile hunting people it was close to paradise. Endless meat, endless fresh water, and not one reason on earth to plant a seed.
Then the ice that had been holding the sea back finished melting. The water came up slowly, year on year, taking the low ground first. A vast landslide off the Norwegian coast sent a tsunami tearing through what was left. The sea did the rest, and the best hunting country in Europe went under and stayed there.
We only know any of this because of the fishermen. In 1931 a trawler called the Colinda, working the sea off Norfolk, dredged up a lump of ancient peat, and inside it was a barbed harpoon point carved from antler, around nine thousand years old, dropped on dry land by a hunter who had no idea the sea was coming for him. Since then the nets have brought up mammoth tusks, the bones of woolly rhino, reindeer, wolf and bear, and a pick carved from the leg bone of an aurochs. Early trawler crews used to fling the bones back overboard so they would not foul the gear.
Sit with the picture for a moment. Britain spent the deepest, longest stretch of its human story not as a nation of farmers but as a hunting ground, and the people who lived here did it on meat, in a landscape so generous that agriculture would have looked like a downgrade. The grain came later, with the rising water and the shrinking land, when there was no longer room to simply follow the herd.
We did not give up being hunters because we found something better. We did it because the finest larder we ever had drowned, and we have been improvising ever since.
The harpoon sits in the castle museum in Norwich. The country it was lost in is forty metres down off the Dogger Bank, where the wind farms are going up now.