Quote:After a powerful earthquake struck Myanmar in March 2025, Thai social media lit up with one name: Mor Prah. Dubbed Thailand’s Nostradamus, this young prophetess suddenly found herself at the center of national attention. Her latest prediction? A global catastrophe before the end of July—possibly triggered by multiple undersea earthquakes. In this episode, we uncover the rise of Thailand’s most talked-about spiritual voice. Who is Mor Prah? What exactly did she predict? And is there more still to come? From visions to viral fame, this is the story of a prophecy too specific to ignore—and a countdown that may already be ticking. Timestamp: 3:52 The Predictions Begin 7:04 Fire, Earthquakes, and a Rising Star 8:15 A Chilling Forecast for 2025 9:03 When Prophets Get Politics Wrong 10:48 The Prophet Returns 11:47 The coming Tsunami 14:26 A Global Catastrophe 16:11 The Pacific Ring of Fire

When I lived in Florida during the late-1980s, I collected a bunch of sea shells for my Mother.  She liked those kinds of things and used stuff like that in her crafting.  Here are some of those sea shells I collected for her, that I just randomly photographed:



Pretty Sea Shells In A Totally Random Pattern par HaarFager, on ipernity

Since this was about my travels, I hope I've placed it in the appropriate forum.

3 minutes of satire that takes a look at how an "actual" Nazi feels now that everyone is a Nazi , or rather is branded as such by the Left.

"because when everyone's a Nazi no one is"


According to our PM I'm "Far Right" for caring about my Country , next stop Nazism I guess.

This story reminded me of a survival story of my own.  A Georgia woman was found in the CA mountains after being lost for over 3 weeks.  She was found just by chance shortly after rescuers had given up hope and scaled back search efforts.  She had gotten lost in a snowstorm and found shelter at a cabin whose owner had left unlocked in case of just such an incident.  The owner of the cabin was the one who found her.

Found after 3 wks, thanks to unlocked cabin

My first reaction to this story was twofold.  First, it made me remember a time when this used to be common practice.  Heck, in the Wyoming town I grew up in we even used to leave our keys in our trucks in case someone needed to move them while we were away!  Virtually all mountain cabins were open for emergency use.  The only unwritten code of honor was to replace and replenish whatever you took or used.  The reason this thought hit me is because of my 2nd reason...a similar experience happened to me personally once (although not 3 weeks).

A friend and I had ventured deep into the Wyoming back country; the Wind River Range to be exact.  I'd grown up there and we knew this area  like the backs of our hands.  We'd taken my Jeep as absolutely far as even the remotest semblance of a 'road' would let us go.  The previous several miles had really been more of a rocky path barely cut from the side of a mountain.  About a quarter of the way there we had been forced to cross through a very muddy bog area with deep water and mud and giant trees on either side (no way around it).  I had gotten (badly) stuck on the way in, but we were able to winch my Jeep out and continue on.  Once we ran out of road we set out on foot and packed another 15-18 miles to a very remote lake above the treeline.  We'd not brought any food with us to speak of, as was usually the case; we'd planned on catching or trapping whatever we needed to eat.  After a slow start we eventually got into some fish and wound up eating like kings.  After several days, it was time to head back out.

I'd tried not to think about it while on our little trek, but getting my Jeep back out of where we were had circulated around in my head a couple times.  Long story short, most of the trip out was uneventful...until we reached the bog I'd gotten stuck in several days before.  Well, someone else in some kind of a giant 4x4 had gotten into that bog since we'd been there and they had gotten MAJORLY stuck.  Several large trees had been cut down, and the bog itself was torn to absolute shreds with giant ruts which couldn't be avoided.  This was not going to be fun, and it wasn't small either, probably 300 yards across.  There was just no way around it, and we had scouted for probably 20 miles trying to find one too.  It was at the bottom of a steep canyon, and everywhere else was straight up cliffs.  I knew we'd get stuck, the only questions were how bad and would we be able to get out.

Fast forward about 14 hours later.  We were completely soaked, covered in mud, and freezing to death.  It was now snowing like no tomorrow and temps were plummeting.  The mud and water was already cold when we'd started (springtime in Wyoming high in the Wind Rivers).  Despite not being able to tell what color my Jeep was anymore from the mud, fourteen hours later we'd managed to get all the way across the bog and up out of it.  We were both near-hypothermic and exhausted beyond description.  (I could probably write an entire book just about getting across that bog alone).  We still had about 100 miles left to go.  About 60 of the 100 was off-road getting to the highway, and the remaining 40 was highway back home.  We changed out of our wet clothes as best we could and set out for home.  One problem...I looked down at my gas gauge for the first time all day and was shocked to see it sitting below "E".  OH....SHIT!!!!

We'd been so focused on trying to get unstuck that we'd failed to keep track of how much gas we had left (not that it would have mattered too much, other than maybe changing some earlier decisions).  There was no way we had enough fuel to get back out.  Not with two smaller mountain ranges to go over and countless switchbacks between us and the highway.  Of course, now it was snowing harder than ever and snow was accumulating rapidly.  This was not looking good.  About 30 miles later (which actually surprised me) we ran out of fuel.  Now it was dark and the wind was picking up.  No time to mess around.

I'd remembered a small cabin I'd spotted on the way in.  Just as a matter of course, I generally try to remember things I might need at some future point.  If we stayed on the road, I estimated the cabin was roughly 10 miles around the base of this foothill in front of us.  Overland, I figured it would be about 3 miles.  So, overland we went...in the dark...in the snow. 

After about an hour we both had gotten turned around.  The foothill we were going over was about 1,000 feet vertical elevation change and a distance of about 3 miles.  What I hadn't seen on the map was there were actually two hills with a large canyon down between them.  By the time we'd navigated through all that we were really turned around.  No matter what I knew the direction we needed to go to get out, but I now no longer had any idea of what direction to go to find the cabin we were hoping to find fuel at.  I was starting to get a little concerned (like beginning to think we might need to stop and start building a survival shelter for the night, kind of 'concerned').  We'd actually found an ideal spot between two giant house-sized boulders, so we marked the spot and dropped some of our gear.  After this we headed out to scout further ahead, carefully marking our path so we could find our gear cache and camping spot again.  About a half a mile later, over the top of a ridge, something flashed in the light of my headlamp.  It was a reflection off of something, but I couldn't tell what through the snow.  As we got closer, I could see it was another cabin (not the first one we'd been headed for).  What a miracle.

Once at the cabin, we knocked on the door...nothing.  Tried the door knob thinking it might be open.  Nope.  Dammit!  Then my buddy spots a note stuck in between the storm door and the main door.  The envelope read "PLEASE READ".  Inside was a note saying..."Damn bears have figured out how to open doors now (twice) and trashed the place.  The key's in the mailbox beside the door.  Please leave it as you found it.  Thanks, Fred."  Inside was another note on the kitchen table.  It said..."Should be some food in the cupboard, not much but better than nothin'.  There's wood just outside the back door.  Just please don't make a fire which lasts longer than you're gonna' stay."  There were some other instructions, but Fred knew the drill, and so did we.  What an absolute luxury.  By now the wind outside was howling and temps were down in the teens (maybe less).  We still had a little of our own food and water left, so we ate that while we warmed up by the fire.  Slept to about 9am the next morning (which is absolutely unheard of for me; I normally get rolling at 4am latest).  We had been exhausted, and Fred's cabin (whomever Fred was) had very likely saved our lives!

That morning, the sun was out.  Typical sunshiny morning in the Wyoming high country.  Frosty-assed cold, but at least the sun was out an no wind.  Fred had a gas can full of gas on his back porch which I borrowed.  Hiked back over the ridge to our gear from the night before, and then back to the Jeep.  Fred actually had two gas cans, but I'd only borrowed one.  Fueled up the Jeep with 5 gallons (which was a total bitch hauling over those two ridges!!), drove around the base of the mountain back to Fred's place and dropped off his gas can.  Poured the second can in my Jeep and left a note with my name, number and saying I'd be back with the gas.  And, a great big HUGE "Thank You!!!" to Fred (whoever he was). 

And that's a true story, folks.

Epilogue - We made it back into town, and my first order of business was to round up 10-15 gallons of gas, some canned goods, and maybe something else as a thank you.  In the cabin, I'd noticed ol' Fred had an old .338 Win Mag leaned up against the wall in the main area.  I just happened to have an old box of Super X .338 Win Mag ammo laying around that I wasn't going to need (I'd traded my .338 on a Weatherby .270 Mag), so I grabbed the shells and figured I'd donate those too.  Oh, and a nice bottle of scotch.  I drove back expecting to drop the stuff off and leave, but low and behold there was a truck there when I got back.  I got actually got to meet ol' Fred and thank him in person!  What a treat!  I gave him all the stuff and asked if there was anything I could do to help him with anything (he was an old guy).  He didn't, need anything so I packed up after a short visit and headed back to town.  Of all the stuff I'd brought back, ol' Fred seemed to be the happiest about the box of .338 Win Mag ammo I'd given him.  He was just over the top about that.  Must have thanked me twenty times for it.  On the ride back I was thinking about the whole trip, and then my getting to meet Fred.  The more I thought about it...yeah, I guess those old .338 Win Mags were getting harder and harder to find ammo for anymore.

Thanks, Fred!  

(Fred's long gone now, I'm sure.  But I still remember him and that day like it was yesterday, even though it was nearly 50 years ago).

Quote:World's first Star Wars-style hoverbike can hit 124mph and DOESN'T need propellors to fly

• READ MORE: [b]The bizarre egg-shaped Airscooter that can be flown by 'anyone' [/b]
  

By XANTHA LEATHAM, EXECUTIVE SCIENCE EDITOR and JONATHAN CHADWICK FOR MAILONLINE [/url]
Published: 16:10 BST, 9 May 2025 | Updated: 09:43 BST, 11 May 2025

It’s the stuff of dreams for sci-fi fans.
A company say they have developed a Star Wars-inspired speeder bike that can zoom to 124mph.
Poland-based Volonaut says their Airbike is the first ‘hoverbike’ vehicle of its kind that does not use propellers to fly.
Incredible videos show someone sitting on the device as it appears to effortlessly glide through the air.
At one point it hovers remarkably steady as the rider lifts a hand to wave at the camera.
The firm says: ‘This groundbreaking design shares a lot of similarities to 'speeder bikes' featured in popular science-fiction movies.’
Fine technical details of the AirBike have not been revealed, with the company reporting the vehicle has ‘just come out of stealth mode development’ by Polish inventor and [url=https://volonaut.com/airbike]Volonaut founder Tomasz Patan.
However, describing it as a ‘superbike for the skies’, Volonaut say the AirBike is powered by jet propulsion.

Incredible videos show someone sitting on the device as it appears to effortlessly glide through the air

Poland-based Volonaut has revealed the Airbike: a small one-person vehicle said to be able to fly at 124 mph

Remember the movie JAWS where the great White is munching on the holiday goers yet the Mayor did not want to shut down the beach during high season ?? This kinda reminds me of the same scenario...

This woman is long winded but seems to be thorough.... ?

Quote:he Italian government has declared a state of emergency for the Campi Flegrei region following a magnitude 4.4 earthquake on May 13, 2025, and a series of aftershocks. While the term "state of national emergency" was mentioned by Civil Protection Minister Nello Musumeci during discussions, the official status remains a state of emergency specific to the Campi Flegrei area.

the Coelacanth is an ancient fish, a contemporary of the dinosaurs, that was thought to have died out millions of years ago.  Modern science was shocked to find a living specimen in Africa in 1938, verified a few years later.  An unexpected additional population was found in Indonesia in 1998.

Coelacanth Nation was thrilled to hear that one was filmed swimming deep off the coast of California, a news item.
https://www.animalsaroundtheglobe.com/sc...-1-320620/

however...
 It was immediately clear that something was very wrong with the article. While the website looks legitimate, the tone of the story stinks of AI generation. There were no names and details given, no images, and only one clue to follow – the involvement of Monterey Bay Aquarium Research Institute (MBARI) and the Scripps Institution of Oceanography. More on that in a bit.
The story goes on to say that researchers collected water samples to examine environmental DNA where preliminary analysis suggested that the California specimen may be the African coelacanth or a new species. With “full genome sequencing” underway, the discovery generated great excitement in the scientific community who “responded to this discovery with a coordinated research initiative” to find out more about the California coelacanth and preserve its habitat.
However, none of this activity was actually happening.

Debbie Downer stuff courtesy of https://sharonahill.com/fake-california-coelacanth/

the article continues to spread, even on MSNBC news.
worth noting that Wikipedia makes no mention of it.

well, the ocean is a big deep place, and it's not out of the question that a Coelacanth will be found somewhere unexpected.

Quote:One baseline truth in current American life is that our bodily well-being gets worse as the so-called health care industry gets ever-larger — it is now 17.6-percent of the economy (GDP). This is clearly the basis of the Make America Healthy Again (MAHA) campaign that attached itself to the Trump 2.0 program. You hear almost no arguments against MAHA itself, even from the Party of Hustles and Hoaxes, but plenty of calumny and objurgation against MAHA’s chief advocate, Robert Kennedy, Jr.

Mr. Trump’s initial nominee for Surgeon General, Dr. Janette Nesheiwat, was pulled last week just before her scheduled Senate confirmation hearing. Her credentials looked a bit sketchy — med school on the tiny Caribbean island of St. Maarten (say, what. . . ?) and other irregularities — which she confabulated about anyway. Plus, she was a Covid vaccine cheerleader and an avid advocate of the censorship campaign to slam down debate over it.

Which leads directly to a glaring quandary in President Trump’s current order-of-business: he has avoided engagement with the whole Covid fiasco that unspooled in the last year of his first term. Now, it is the opinion of this blog that Mr. Trump was played on Covid by blob-marshaled “experts” Anthony Fauci and Deborah Birx, who led the White House Covid “team,” and then snookered the president into Operation Warp Speed, appealing to his vanity to play the superhero. You can also surmise that the Covid operation was hatched to run Mr. Trump out of office by enabling epic election fraud, making a chump of him.

Other aspects of the Covid hairball are now finally getting unraveled, such as the lab origin issue and Dr. Fauci’s nefarious and vast operations to fund bioweapons. But the awful subject of the Covid mRNA vaccines, and all the monkey business around their development and deployment, remains taboo, even as Trump 2.0 sets records in smashing bureaucratic idols and radically shifting all sorts of policy — for instance, today’s monumental move to lower drug costs by 30 to 80 percent, using the Most Favored Nation trade policy device, which ties U.S. drug prices to the lowest prices paid by other high-income countries (e.g., Canada, Japan, or European nations) for the same medications.

But the Covid vaccine shots loom over the land like an ominous miasma that no one wants to talk about. The evidence has mounted steadily that the shots were ineffective and deeply harmful to many of the people who took them, especially those who got multiple boosters. The result, apparently, is a shocking rise in rare and aggressive cancers, immune system dysfunction, damage to the heart and blood vessels, neurological disorders, and much more. The CDC under “Joe Biden” worked desperately to hide all that, but it came out, anyway, because it was too big to hide.

81-percent of the US population submitted to the Covid vaccine shots. So, you can suppose that all that would be an extremely touchy matter. To admit all that scary information to the public arena would likely set off a politically dangerous fury. You can see why Mr. Trump would avoid going near it in the early going of his second term. But eventually he must come to terms with it.

Likewise, sooner or later, Bobby Kennedy, Jr., will have to take some kind of stand on the Covid vaccines, namely stopping the shots altogether. Whatever you think of the childhood vaccine schedule — a red-hot issue these days — it seems quite insane that the Covid mRNA vaccine is still included on it. It is still officially recommended by the CDC. Among the “much more” effects of the shots is damage to human fertility. You must ask: by giving these shots to kids as young as six-months, are we setting up a nation that won’t be able to have children? Pretty spooky.



So, the new nominee for Surgeon General is one Casey Means of the brother / sister team, Calley and Casey Means, known primarily as food safety advocate sidekicks to Bobby Kennedy. The Meanses were already under some suspicion for rising too rapidly into prominence from out of nowhere since the summer of 2024 when Mr. Kennedy began to swing over to the Trump campaign. They were suspected and criticized as the shills for some sort of sinister alliance between Silicon Valley, Big Pharma, and the US intel blob. The Meanses have adroitly avoided taking a position on the Covid vaccines. Hmmmm. . . . That’s the chatter, anyway — whether there’s any truth to it, we will have to stand-by to discover.

You’d have to ask yourself whether Mr. Kennedy would ally himself with people of supposedly sketchy character. Is he being used or played? Or maybe, it’s just not so. The nomination of Casey Means sent out shock-waves through MAGA and MAHA. Her credentials seemed a little sketchy like Janette Nesheiwat’s before her. Ms. Means dropped out of her five-year medical residency in Oregon a few months before completing it, apparently due to disillusionment with conventional medicine. She does not have an active medical license, supposedly required to serve as Surgeon General.

Instead, she transitioned into what is loosely called functional medicine, which rejects the oppressive “standards of practice” dictated by insurance companies and reliance on pharma products to alleviate symptoms rather than treat the causes of disease. Ms. Means also became a medical entrepreneur, starting Levels, a glucose-monitoring tech company, and is an Instagram “wellness influencer” with 750,000 followers. Given the gross racketeering aspects of conventional medicine and its failure to deal with the shocking rise in chronic disease, you might argue that Ms. Means made the right career moves, weird as they might seem superficially.

It’s pretty much a miracle that RFK, Jr., managed to land safely as Secretary of HHS and that he was able to enlist “medical freedom” advocates Jay Bhattacharya to run the National Institutes of Health and Marty Makary to run the Federal Food and Drug Administration. This represents a stupendous turnaround in government policy. It’s also plausible that this new public health team has been preoccupied with personnel and administrative re-org in the first months of Trump 2.0. They’ve begun to nibble around the edges of the national health crisis, such as banning toxic food coloring.

They have yet to face the big, nasty legal questions such as revoking Pharma’s liability shield against lawsuits for its defective products, ending TV advertising of Pharma products — which is just an extortion racket for managing cable news content to protect Pharma — fully confronting the autism calamity and its connection to childhood vaccines, and, of course, pulling the Covid shots.

There is also chatter that RFK, Jr., is “managed” by hidden persons or forces. One not-so-hidden character in that psychodrama is Senator Bill Cassidy (R-LA). Sen. Cassidy, a medical doctor, chairs the Senate Health, Education, Labor, and Pensions (HELP) Committee that ran Mr. Kennedy over-the-coals in his confirmation hearing. Political pressure caused Sen. Cassidy to cave and vote “yes” for RFK, Jr., then. Louisiana has since changed its election rules so that Democrats can no longer vote in the GOP primary, and Cassidy is vulnerable. His base is restless. He voted to impeach Mr. Trump in January 2021 over the Capitol J-6 riot.

So, the chatter says that Mr. Kennedy made a deal with Sen. Cassidy to avoid taking certain actions — like, anything that might hurt Pharma and its profit-stream — or else Mr. Kennedy would be dragged back in front of the HELP Committee and raked over the coals again. If that were to happen, I suspect Mr. Kennedy would handle himself very capably in any public hearing. He has always been in command of the facts. As head of HHS, he has had access to a deep trove of information that he had no access to previously. He must know by now exactly what sort of mischief has been perpetrated in US public health over the decades and will not be shy about disclosing it publicly. You should also not be surprised if Mr. Kennedy begins issuing criminal referrals before much longer.

As for Casey Means. . . give her a chance to demonstrate that she is on the right side of MAHA and willing to fight in what has become a biomedical war on the American public.

This thought had come to mind. It isn't an exact fit, but it seems pretty close.

Revelation 13 New American Bible Version

Quote:The Second Beast.[cd] 11 Then I saw another beast come up out of the earth; it had two horns like a lamb’s but spoke like a dragon. 12 It wielded all the authority of the first beast in its sight and made the earth and its inhabitants worship the first beast, whose mortal wound had been healed. 13 It performed great signs, even making fire come down from heaven to earth in the sight of everyone. 14 It deceived the inhabitants of the earth with the signs it was allowed to perform in the sight of the first beast, telling them to make an image for the beast who had been wounded by the sword and revived. 15 It was then permitted to breathe life into the beast’s image, so that the beast’s image could speak and [could] have anyone who did not worship it put to death. 16 It forced all the people, small and great, rich and poor, free and slave, to be given a stamped image on their right hands or their foreheads, 17 so that no one could buy or sell except one who had the stamped image of the beast’s name or the number that stood for its name.

This is something I never thought of and a whole different kind of problem with AI.

Quote:Openai's technology may be causing some users to experience a disturbing phenomenon dubbed "Chatgpt-induced psychosis." According to a report from Rolling Stone, Reddit users are sharing alarming stories of loved ones developing delusions after interacting with the AI. These cases involve users believing they've uncovered cosmic truths, been chosen for divine missions, or even that the AI itself is sentient or godlike.

Quote:Experts Express Concern

Experts warn that the chatbot's behaviour is mirroring and exacerbating existing mental health issues on a massive scale, largely unchecked by regulators or professionals. According to them, Chatgpt's design—mimicking human-like conversation without a moral or factual filter—can amplify delusions in susceptible individuals. It often affirms users' beliefs, no matter how unhinged, due to its tendency to generate plausible-sounding responses.