Seriously, imagine the many fun designs one could make for this?
In light of all the stress of the storm, my mind tended to wander and think of things like solutions to the problems, like having an Ark style beach home option for those who live in flood zone areas? It could be a life saver. Not to take away from the losses suffered by residents, and in light of all that’s going down… it could DEW us all a bit of good to consider our own areas and what type of “weather” we all may be getting.
That being said, I found out that FEMA is a second responder, NOT a FIRST RESPONDER. FIRST RESPONDERS ARE LOCAL GOVERNMENT!
We also learned that Hurricane Milton was downgraded to a Category 2 less than two hours after making landfall.
While NOAA weather forecasts had Milton coming in at a Cat 5, and up to 200 mile an hour winds with 15 foot water walls….and spaghetti models that sprawled all over the place and storm surge predictions were off the charts – in the end, and by the many prayers, the landfall was not as devastating as the Mayor of Tampa had predicted. She went on the news, or the trusted news telling residents if they did not evacuate THEY WOULD DIE!
Tampa Mayor Jane Caster’s warning “if you stay in your area – You are going to die!”, sounded just like Big Pharma telling people if they don’t take their toxic meds they will die! I forecast she will be hard pressed to be re-elected. As a result, fleeing residents caused traffic jams in the Tampa area, while elsewhere people boarded up homes and businesses and shelters have been set up around the state. And guess what folks… big oopsy… they didn’t all die! The forecasts were _________. You can fill in the blanks. Which makes a person wonder if this was countered by other weather modification experts, or God heard our prayers and He reduced the “shear”?
As Mark Taylor posted there is only one way out of Florida and that is straight up and not easy to just go, especially when many people have no resources to go! Don’t forget they just went through Hurricane Helene and Florida is still recovering from that as well.
Mark Taylor said, “This is what I have been screaming from the rooftops for years! There’s too many people here and they can’t get out in a time of emergency. We don’t have the infrastructure to support all these people! Florida is a very dangerous state to live in as people are now finding out.”
The stalled bumper to bumper traffic was being reported days before the storm. Fuel shortages, and stalled electric vehicles added disaster to the disaster. Over a foot of rain fell in many areas, and the entire Tampa Bay area was under flash flood warnings last night Oct. 9, 2024.
President Trump spoke out to Florida storm victims, letting them know they are not alone. Keep your faith and hold strong – He said “We are going to have something really special in the end.” What do you think he meant by that?
He also visited Valdosta, Georgia and delivered remarks about the devastation and growing death toll in the southeast.
Trump went to see how he could help in Asheville …
How do the insurance companies tie into all these hurricane blasts?
The deep state system always works in tandum with other parts of their system to achieve their goals… wonder what it’s all about. I have some Wildland Project land grab ideas… what do you see as a motive?
That being said, the days of calling those who discovered the truth a “Conspiracy Theorist”, are all but over.
It used to take decades to have family, friends, and busy people take you serious when you shared the real hard facts. Why was that? Pretty much because everyone was trained to watch the nightly news. If the news didn’t announce it, well, then to most Americans it never happened the way “a truth teller” told it. And when the news read their scripts and they didn’t talk about a piece of information you discovered, well you got eye rolls, ignored, or a “ha, ha, ha”, because you were so silly with your imagination.
Propaganda be like…
Truth be like…
Recently I started pondering all of this, due to the fact that everything that was once called conspiracy is now being shown to be the real hard facts. Many close family members and friends are now connecting dots and seeing this crazy tin foil hatter wasn’t that crazy after all. Social media is now lighting up with people seeing and sharing truths that were once poo pooed and ignored, as though they found a pile of gold! It is an exciting time to be alive! (Real truth is not to be confused with grifters or mis and disinformation spreaders. Truth is truth, both the good and the bad.)
Depending on when a person started their digging for truth will depend on the idea of time frames of how long a truth has to be told before others see it. As for myself, of which that’s the only one I can actually and honestly speak about, it was a lifetime. Smile. You see, from a small child I was trying to figure things out. When I saw something and was told it was something, and if it didn’t sound right, I went searching for what the real deal was. And when I came back with my truth, I was told I was wrong because the adult said so. And I have to honestly say, I can’t recall myself ever not investigating a thing, or trying out an idea I thought was good or that would work just because I was told no, or you can’t do that. (Now I’m not saying that was always wise. I’m just saying that’s how I did.)
For example, when I was 4 years old, I was in the hospital with swollen glands and when I felt well, I wanted to go home. Of course, my mother said no you can’t go home until the doctor says you are well. I begged and pleaded, but the answer was still no. Then I got calm for I had made a plan.
I had observed that at night when the lights went out in the halls, no nurses were in them and that would be the time I would leave. I had a basket of fruit and so I took the fruit and gave it to the other kids in the room. (I was in a room with four beds of other kids.) I gathered my things and put them in the basket and waited for the lights to go out in the hall. As soon as they did, I told the other kids goodby and snuck out.
I found my way to the elevator, pushed the button and got on. Once I got inside I had no idea what else to do and the elevator began to move and the door opened up and two women got in. They asked me what I was doing in the elevator by myself (as I had on pajamas) and a basket. They were startled and had worried looks on their faces. I thought quickly and told them I had some money and was going to the gift shop (I remembered that was on the main floor next to the elevator as I looked inside while we waited for the elevator when they were taking me to my room when I was admitted.)
They looked relieved and one of them said, “Oh honey, the gift shop is closed right now.” I thought quick and said, “that’s okay, I’ll just look through the glass door and see what they have for tomorrow.” They smiled and were also going to the lobby and pushed the elevator button, and the door closed. (Since I was already on the elevator, they must have thought I was on my way down, and I never let on that I was stuck and didn’t know how to navigate it. Smile.)
When we got to the lobby floor, I thanked them and said good-by and they left out the front lobby door, while I stood looking through the glass gift shop door, pretending to see what they had.
I saw I couldn’t go out through the lobby door as a person was sitting behind a big, long counter right by the door. So, I got down on my knees and crawled past it and made it quickly down a hall. I had no idea where I was going to but as I walked, I saw a double door opening and it looked like it led to a way out, so I went through it and found myself in a big garage type room and men were unloading laundry bundles out of the back of a truck and a huge garage door was opened. It was almost as wide as the entire room. I hurried past them and out the building. And scurried to the main street.
When I got to the main street, I wasn’t sure which way to go to get home, but when I got to the street, and looked both ways, I saw way down it what looked like the downtown was to the left. I knew the hospital was away from downtown from the turn off of my street. (We used to walk downtown a lot, so I remembered that.)
So, I started walking and walked and walked and saw the gas station that was right behind our house and knew I was almost home. I got to the house, and I was so excited. I wanted to surprise my mom and imagined how happy she was going to be to see me. I went up on the front porch and knocked on the door and then hid flat up against the wall. I imagined that she would open the door to see who was there and then I would jump out and say “SURPRISE!” So, I knocked on the door and hid against the left side of the door, flat up against the wall. The porch light came on and I saw my mom look out the window in the door, out of the corner of my eye, and was waiting for her to open the door when instead, she turned the porch light out. I knocked again, and hid, and the porchlight went on and then she turned it out again.
So I knocked again, this time I stood in front of the door so she could see me through the window. When the porch light went on, my mother screamed like she saw a ghost!
She opened the door and was shocked and started yelling, “What on earth are you doing here? How did you get here?” I came inside and she shouted, “You are going right back to the hospital!” And it was rapid fire of questions aimed at me to tell the truth because she didn’t believe I could have gotten out of the hospital on my own, without someone seeing me, let alone find my way home all by myself! I was devastated and felt both rejected and unloved. (I thought she would be so happy to see me and she was horrified to see me, at least that is what it looked like to me at the time.)
I was drilled and I told her over and over exactly what happened, and she did not believe me. My story just wasn’t possible, nor believable to her. But it was the truth.
She led me to a chair at the kitchen table and firmly told me to stay right there. She went into the other room where the phone was and called the doctor. She returned and scolded me for scaring the nurses as they had been looking all over for me and no one in the hospital had seen me, and the doctor wasn’t happy with them for losing me either. But, he said I could stay home because he was going to release me in the morning anyway.
So that was my first memory of telling my truth and not being believed. Smile. And my testimony of how my life was always one where I was independent and if a thing didn’t feel good for me, I would seek to find a way around it, and of course my innate trait as a critical thinker. Some would view that as stubborn and an insolent child. Smile. But I wasn’t one to do what I was told if it didn’t feel right. And I was reprimanded for it and told many things about that type of behavior and received a lot of spankings for it. But I always told the truth.
That being said… conspiracy timelines for some are many years, before the others see what you see, and sometimes others never do, and that’s okay. To your own self be true! As far as the world, for me it did begin as a child, I have many stories. When was it for you?
Pretty much my journey which is very colorful… began then and never let up. But, if we look at “conspiracy theories” I’ll take a time frame starting in the nineties and say some of the things took until recently to be validated! But, if we look at a time line for the masses… one could say it is a lot like labor pains. What used to take 20 years to validate, became 15 years to validate, then ten years, 8 years, 5 years, 4 years, 3 years, 2 years, 1 year, 6 months, 2 months, 1 month, 2 weeks, 1 week, and now we are getting down to days. So as the good Lord said in the last of the last days it will be as a woman in travail… it sure looks like we are about to give birth to something big!
And so now we continue to search for all … the real monster in the storm…and not just the ones they point out for us to see. We ask a lot of questions… and know how to discern between truth and lies. It gets easier and easier the more you do it. Smile.
We continue to keep a log and count them one by one each time another conspiracy theory comes to pass?
Pray unceasing and know God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit are with you and you are never alone! Hold on to faith that God has you in His mighty hands! Amen.
Keep on pressing into the Kingdom of God! Press, press, press!
Dianne
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