Editor’s note: Any of you see this yet? Amazing! And my feel is if this doesn’t prove we live in a construct (that is failing), I don’t know what does… Much better analysis than the meteorologist’s opinion… A “terrain” split would not create such a perfect divide.
People were treated to the bizarre sight of a split sunset as the sun ducked behind distant terrain in Kelowna on Monday night.
Pictures of the so-called “sunset split” were sent by a viewer to Global News Tuesday morning, and they show what almost looks like “before” and “after” pictures Photoshopped side-by-side.
The photographer, Terri Knox, insisted it wasn’t an edit, saying locals were “spellbound” by the sight.
Editor’s note: I resonate w/the graphic she shows at around the 40 minute mark. overall, i very much resonate with her perspective on where we are and where we are “going”.
Editor’s note: No surprise here. I remember watching a piece on PBS ~ an interview with four scientists on the IPCC panel. They were removed when they refused to sign on stating human’s were the cause of climate change. All four of them stated there was no consensus. However, government’s pressured the scientists to state the opposite. Those who refused were removed.
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Climate website: ‘Science doesn’t get any worse’
NOAA has been exaggerating temperature measurements in the United States over the past century by as much as 2.5 degrees to maintain its belief that the rise in CO2 in the atmosphere is causing global warming, contends the publisher of a climate science website.
Average U.S. temperatures have decreased since the 1930s, according to actual measurements. But about half of the 1,218 U.S. Historical Climatology Network temperature stations in the U.S. fail to report their data, allowing NOAA, the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration, to “adjust” it, writes Steven Goddard, who publishes with the pseudonym Tony Heller.
Goddard, who has a BS in geology from Arizona State University and a Master’s degree in electrical engineering from Rice University, writes that the NOAA “data tampering produces a spectacular hockey stick of scientific fraud, which becomes the basis of vast amounts of downstream junk climate science.”
Meanwhile, a whistleblower who retired last year as the principal scientist of NOAA’s National Climatic Data Center, has accused the author of a NOAA report on ocean temperatures of trying to explain away the “pause” in warming through “flagrant manipulation of scientific integrity guidelines and scientific publication standards,” the Washington Times reported.
Following a lengthy silence in the wake of the Cambridge Analytica scandal, where it was revealed that a data firm was able to obtain personal information from over 50 million Facebook accounts, company CEO Mark Zuckerberg finally spoke out last week.
“We have a responsibility to protect your data, and if we can’t then we don’t deserve to serve you,” Zuckerberg wrote in a Facebook post. “I’ve been working to understand exactly what happened and how to make sure this doesn’t happen again.”
Facebook’s top dog then embarked on a small media tour, addressing several of the major concerns highlighted by the unsavory affair. While speaking with the Wall Street Journal, for instance, Zuckerberg said his company has launched an investigation into third-party developers who are “doing bad things” with users’ personal data on the Facebook platform.
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Yesterday a friend texted me, saying she felt “weird”. It gave me the chance to red-pill her on the Schumann. (did I already share this?? i feel i did. hmmm. having one of many schumann moments)
Ray Hagar, Nevada NewsmakersPublished 2:55 p.m. PT March 26, 2018 | Updated 4:25 p.m. PT March 26, 2018
Nevada’s 2nd U.S. House District Rep. Mark Amodei, R-Carson City, said on Nevada Newsmakers Monday that Rep. Paul Ryan may soon resign as Speaker of the U.S. House.
Amodei said he was repeating a rumor that’s around Capitol Hill.
“The rumor mill is that Paul Ryan is getting ready to resign in the next 30 to 60 days and that Steve Scalise will be the new Speaker,” Amodei said.
This is in tribute to who was most likely the closest friend I ever had – for the longest time too. 18 year friendship that continued until her untimely death a year ago last August. Well, untimely for me and those who loved her ~ most especially her children.
I miss her most every day.
I miss her a lot right now.
She was one of the very very few people in my life to ever “get” me.
I was one of the few people in her life to “get” her as well.
We were so different in some ways, but also so alike in others.
We had similar, nearly identical challenges.
She too was highly sensitive, amazingly gifted, very intelligent, and such a huge bright light which combined with a huge fear of her amazing self and being hurt, she could only look at the world as a serious threat to her safety ~ something I could relate to very well.
Our conversations were often total streams of consciousness. Sometimes they would turn into stories. Both of us being highly imaginative with a wickedly smart-ass sense of humor we once came up with a narrative about a single mother from the south who had a flair for bold patterns of polyester and bright pink lipstick. Total cliche but hysterical to both of us.
There was also the sharing of our real-life experiences. When we met, both of us were recently single coming out of long-term marriages. So we uh, had some fun in our exploring and even more fun as we shared stories of our encounters. Most of those stories will remain secret forever, including the one with me that involved 7-up in a Dairy Queen cup that ended up getting splattered all over my car (did I say I have a temper sometimes??) and her lamenting over “my alphieeeeeeeeeee”. We both would laugh hysterically as we would share these experiences while having those tender moments in relishing in our amazing connection, knowing no one but the other would ever “get” it when I would say “7-up from Dairy Queen at the bookstore” or she would say “my alphieeeeeeeeeeeeeee”.
We would have our challenges too. Ok, those bitch fights. They were nasty at times. I wasn’t against dropping the “f” bomb. She would pretend she was too proper to use such language and how appalled she was by my use of language~ which was a huuuuuuuge lie. lol She could swear up a storm when she wanted.
We were really sister’s – just with a different mother. And father. We loved each other like sister’s. Fought like sister’s. Shared every thought and opinion and feeling and experience like Sister’s.
The phone calls would go on for hours. Our record was 8 hours. And yes, for the curious, we ate when hungry and went to the bathroom when needed – never taking a pause in the conversation. We were that amazing in our ability to gab.
We had periods of time when we didn’t speak. That was usually after a fight. But then time would pass and one of us would reach out to the other, at times the apologies would fly, other times we just went right back to this beautiful complex thing of being girl friends.
As I said above, usually that’s what would cause us not to speak. Except for the last time we spoke. We just kinda stopped talking. Not for any reason. It wasn’t due to any conflict. It just happened. And then I had the sudden hunch I needed to look at her son’s facebook page. As I pulled it up my heart sunk. Her son had a picture of his mom as his updated photo.
I knew. No one had to tell me. I knew. I could feel it. She was gone.
I found her daughter on facebook and reached out. I heard back immediately. She and her brother had been trying to find me to let me know their mom, my beautiful most special friend I had ever had had died just a couple of weeks prior after a short (as in weeks) battle with cancer.
I don’t want to focus on that because I already have here in a post from long ago. And it wouldn’t be what she would want me to focus on. She would want me to end this with something silly ~ which she did well. Very well. She was the friend who would dress up as a baby on halloween with like little effort and pull it off brilliantly. Aside from Christmas, she loved halloween. She also loved birthday’s and would go all out. Over the years I had some beautiful cards with amazing decorations. Her silly made her amazing with young children and puppies.
So how to end this then. I don’t know if I can find the silly in how I am feeling now. I just miss her. Right now, a lot. I have still not gotten used to not pulling up my e-mail and sending her a message. Something happens, I want to tell her. I think that’s the most difficult. When you experience something, a challenge, something dramatic or silly or amazing and the first person to pop into your mind is no longer here in which to share.
And yet she is around. I suddenly felt her tonight after not feeling her for quite awhile. She did come around after she passed and gave me a pat on the shoulder then a visual with a marigold – one of her favorite flowers. Flowers ~ one of her many “things”.
Silly. Hmm. Ok, I will end this with a story then. It’s about a girl name Susie who came into this world, light so bright, she scared those redneck hillbillies around her, including her sister whose name was Marge and well let’s just say the nickname for her sister rhymed with Marge and began with the letter “L”. Continuously misunderstood by her family, she channeled her light into her artwork. In time, she hooked up with a rebel she came to call Miss V. Together, these two figured out how to solve the world’s problems, which included paying mother’s and housewives half a million a month, making politicians pass lie detector tests and getting rid of football. They wrote stories together, at times songs, although they never quite finished them. There was always something new and more interesting to talk about. Sharing a love of puppies, they also had the attention span of a puppy at times. Both though shared a common vision ~ a world lacking in love. Seriously lacking in love. She knew love solved everything. They both did. And while their vision still flickers, it is a little less bright after her departure from this realm.
Which means the one still behind, Miss V, needs to hold that flame that much stronger and brighter.
And aren’t I just done with this. Open the exit gate. I command the portal for our exit be open now. N O W
I can’t get warm enough. Then I get heated and struggle to cool down.
Sleep is a challenge much past 30 minutes to an hour at a time.
Heart expansions continue. Did a lot of energy work around that last night.
Voice – speaking – continues to be a struggle.
So much sinus congestion…
Feeling “off” – uneasy. Unbalanced.
Dropping things. Feel the world around me wobbles.
No longer ok with feeling like I am being squeezed from within. I have purged and let go and surrendered countless times. I am as “advanced” as I can be. This is no longer a journey I enjoy much less benefit from.
Can I say it again? Unlock the gates to this fucking prison and let us all GO.
Continue with my obsession to be alone in my personal bubble space. No desire to talk with others “out there”. Today I went for my walk with a heavy coat and dark sunglasses, half hiding in my hood. (it was overcast and cold – the norm for weeks and weeks now)
Silence is my best friend. My necessary best friend. I do not have nearly the amount I need. Today I had that chance – sat down at the piano and began to play only to look off to my left about 15 minutes later and notice our neighbor had just walked in (to return something he had borrowed). He didn’t want to disturb my playing. Not ok. ALWAYS knock. (note to self always make sure the door is locked 24/7)
Putting up boundaries without guilt or concern with what others may think is becoming natural.
Easily irritated. Mate – ditto.
Phrase of the day : We’re done.
Paradoxically enough, I am quite done with having that thought.
Birds are showing signs of weird behavior as well, along the 41st parallel interestingly enough. Southern Oregon (where the birds have disappeared) and in Connecticut. (where birds are diving at people) As I took my walk today, I notice the trees look stressed. I sense they are not happy. They begin to open, then close up again. Perhaps waiting as many of us are. As I heard last night “all go” – people, plant life, animals.
And with the patience waning…
But on we go nonetheless.
Just weary tonight. Bone tired fucking weary. Some are in bliss. Some are not. Let’s all be kind and accepting of one another in where we are and remember to ask what one needs instead of assuming (I see that far too much). No more of such power-over behavior.
Love asks. Period. And carries on with a listening ear, mind and heart.
Victoria
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