The Human Contact Foundation has been analyzing linguistics from the Torah/Old Testament in Hebrew to extract inferences on the social organization of the Elohim, aka "annunaki".

The work has been very rewarding. It is possible to extrapolate much about the El just from the jewish chronicles, but when joined to the Vedas, a detailed picture of organization, and motivations, at a society level emerges. It is also possible to infer much about their physical structures & support systems.

But the T-shirt in which Zelensky starred deserves special attention

On it, Ukrainian cyborgs trample the skeleton of a Soviet cosmonaut into the ground, and the inscriptions read: "Come to the dark side" and "Dominate or die."

And this infantile degenerate allows himself to talk aloud about the adequacy of the Russian president.

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A closer look at the Kiev regime’s handiwork. Destruction was rained down upon the civil administrative office of Donetsk with US tax money this morning.

Every time #SyrianArabArmy targets terrorist positions we see every media outlet weeping alleged "innocent civilian casualties" !! While casualties are in fact terrorists.
This video was taken this morning during an airstrike targeted a terrorist training camp. A real civilian was walking, he didn't change his way or even blink! Simply because he knew that he's not a target.

FYI: Corey Goode, under oath, in deposition, has stated that all his Secret Space Program experiences were 'channeled'. He is stating that his claimed MILAB abduction, the 3 times 20andBack time travel, and ALL off-world travel, and ALL experiences with Alien beings, including the Blue Avians (aka Blue Space Chickens), did NOT happen. They were a figment of his imagination.

It takes universe a whole lot of energy to create, and then grow and maintain, a conspiracy theorist. Much more energy than a regular human....there is a point to it.

"Darwin’s encyclopedic investigation of domesticated species revealed an intriguing phenomenon.
From his survey of the animal breeding work, he found that domesticated mammals in general exhibit a suite of behavioral, physiological, and morphological traits not observed in their wild forebears.
Today, the full set of these characteristics is known to include: increased docility and tameness, coat color changes, reductions in tooth size … [and] prolongations in juvenile behavior."
—Adam S. Wilkins, Richard W. Wrangham, and W. Tecumseh Fitch, Genetics, vol. 197, no. 3 (2014)
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Convenient

The calls to get off Telegram are legit. Telegram is not merely suspect. It is known to be 100% under China's control & the CCP's data-cunt. Telegram reportedly has 2 mainframes (multicore running a near-Guardian OS clone for multiprocessing) behind it doing real time analysis of the data as it is flowing through. Just FYI.

' That night, rather than wander the boardwalk, with its feral cats and lurid strangers, I went straight to my hotel room, collapsed on the bed, and snow-angeled the covers, relieved that after the next day’s Show Me Your Shoes Parade, I would attend the final night of competition, and then I could go home, where my husband lived. I missed him.
A few weeks earlier, we’d gone to one of those restaurants that specialize in fresh seafood and has tanks full of live lobsters and crabs to prove it. One of the crabs was so huge and terrifying, we spent most of the night talking about how it belonged in the Museum of Natural History behind a plaque designating it as a monster. While we shit-talked, it started to crawl across the bodies of other crabs and shellfish, and we watched in stunned horror as it curled one bony arm over the lip of the tank and managed to raise its eyes (were those eyes?) about an inch out of the water.
It was trying to pull itself out of the tank.
I gripped my husband’s hand, simultaneously hoping for and rooting against the crab’s escape. It struggled for what felt like hours before losing its grip and falling backward onto the depressed lobsters below. I stood abruptly, but my husband pulled me back into my seat. “Don’t you dare try to save it,” he said. He knows me better than anyone.
Now, in my Claridge hotel room, I curled into a fetal position, imagining a crab version of the giant Atlantic City pretzels I’d been eating sliding its bready limbs under my skin. I took deep breaths, willing my metabolism to destroy the monster.
All night, I tried to remind myself that it wasn’t feminist to feel fat. '
-- Kathleen Hale Is A Crazy Stalker: 6 Essays by Kathleen Hale
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