Have a blessed day everyone.
In Psalm 49 A warning in case we get complacent, to self satisfied and forget to guard our heart. Yes, as believers and Biblical believing people we are holy, set apart and loved. Yet, we too go the way of all flesh - “But man will not repose in glory; he is likened to the silenced animals. …. Destined for the grave….(our hope) G-d will redeem my soul from the hands of the grave.” (Psalm 49)
That’s enough to remind us of humility and strengthen us to withstand any onslaught of hateful words, those condemning attacks.
So we return love for hate extending mercy in prayer and leave it all in our Beloved G-d’s hands.
Return harsh words? Sometimes silence is prayer. Sometimes saying I get you are anger, - have a good life, can open a door to calm. Sometimes avoiding a subject that pushes someone’s buttons will silence a raging inner demon. President Trump somehow knows when to do that with visiting dignitaries or newly elected socialists. We need to do that with naysaying, negative friends and family.

The current British Health Minister not only demands that women share restrooms with potential sexual predators, but she also believes that people should be able to identify as animals.
https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-14380901/Health-minister-Ashley-Dalton-women-toilets-LLAMAS-gender.html

Coming to a town near you within the next two years. Morocco: The king ordered the elimination of stray dogs (est. 3 million) ahead of the 2030 World Cup. Dogs are considered dirty animals in Islam.
Methods: - SH00TING, POISONING, BURNING, DROWNING.

Put them in front of a firing squad.
They are like a rabid animals and should be treated the same way.

https://www.thegatewaypundit.com/2025/11/italian-prosecutors-launch-shocking-investigation-sniper-safaris-where/

A Spotted Orbweaver spider (Neoscona crucifera) descended from a tree branch at sunset and created an intricate web between a coneflower below and the tree branch above, settling in its center for a warm November night while basking in the glow of the Halloween lights. #SpottedOrbweaver #Orbweaver #NeosconaCrucifera #SpiderWeb #Spider #Halloween #Spooky #Entomology #AnimalBiology #Biology

Why Real #Animal #Nutrition Beats Standard Lunchbox Snacks https://carnivorebar.com/blogs/carnivore-bar-blog/why-real-animal-nutrition-beats-standard-lunchbox-snacks

Fall has brought to Virginia the seasonal display of leaf colors beginning to appear in mid-October; the afternoon sunlight illuminates Lake Burke as the Canada Geese & Mallards swim together in the colors of the autumn leaves. #Fall2025 #FallColors #Fall #AutumnLeaves #Autumn #LakeBurke #Lake #BurkeLakePark #Virginia #Mallard #Duck #AnasPlatyrhynchos #CanadaGoose #Goose #BrantaCanadensis #AnimalBiology #PlantBiology #Biology

A Monarch Butterfly (Danaus plexippus) visits a Zahara Sunburst flower (Zinnia elegans) for an afternoon lunch of nectar in a Virginia garden during his journey south to Mexico. #MonarchButterfly #Monarch #Butterfly #DanausPlexippus #ZaharaSunburst #ZinniaElegans #Flower #Nectar #JourneyToMexico #AmericanMeadows #Gardening #PlantBiology #AnimalBiology #Biology

We're in those dark days! Yuval Noah Harari warns: Humans are now "hackable animals"
https://rumble.com/v6zdkp4--were-in-those-dark-days-yuval-noah-harari-warns-humans-are-now-hackable-an.html

Five firefighters injured responding to building explosion:

https://www.wwaytv3.com/emergency-crews-respond-to-explosion-fire-on-new-centre-drive/

#EastCarolinaVeterinary #Wilmington #NorthCarolina #AssaultCar #GasExplosion #NotOneMore #ThinkOfTheAnimals #BanCarsNow #StopCrashing #StopCars #CarExtremism #EndCarViolence #CarViolence #TrafficSafety #Terrorism

A Rabid Wolf Spider was gathering some sunlight before running quickly between some plant supports to hide, eventually crawling down into some thicker foliage on the garden floor. #RabidosaRabida #RabidWolfSpider #WolfSpider #Spider #Arachnid #Entomology #AnimalBiology #Biology

A praying mantis was helped to the cooler shade of a bush after being found toppled and distressed in the summer heat while crossing from the garden floor to concrete, soon becoming active again and leaping down into the foliage. #TenoderaSinensis #ChineseMantis #PrayingMantis #Mantis #Insects #Conservation #BugsMatter #BugLife #BugLivesMatter #SaveTheBugs #Gardening #Entomology #Zoology #AnimalBiology #Biology

Nano in NANO SOMA® Liquid ?
Investigations into Health Supplements & Detox Products
https://unhackableanimal.substack.com/p/nano-in-nanosoma-liquid?publication_id=2461213&post_id=169116817&isFreemail=true&r=1maoyr&triedRedirect=true&utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email

The Celestial Stallion

In the ancient lands where the sky meets the earth, there was a legendary horse named Awen. His coat was as dark as the midnight sky, and his body was adorned with glowing symbols, marks of a spiritual connection to the stars above. It was said that Awen was the descendant of the first horses, the ones who were born from the stars to guide the spirits of the earth.

On the night of the Great Alignment, when the stars aligned perfectly with the mountain peaks, Awen would stand alone on the highest cliff, his body glowing with the colors of the cosmos. The glowing symbols on his body were said to be ancient constellations, and each one represented a different element of life — the sun, the moon, the earth, the spirit. It was through these symbols that Awen connected with the universe, acting as a bridge between the celestial and earthly realms.

This night, the air was thick with magic, and the sky shimmered with the light of countless stars. Awen stood proudly, his mane flowing like the river of time, while a stream of glowing energy moved across the land. As the moon rose high above, he let out a soft whinny, and the ground beneath his hooves began to glow in response. It was the sacred path of his ancestors, a path that led toward the unknown, a path of discovery.

As Awen trotted forward, the trail of stardust behind him formed a glowing river, flowing through the valley like a beam of light. The people, the animals, and the spirits watched in awe, for they knew this was a journey that could only be taken by one chosen by the stars.

Awen's journey was not just a physical one, but a spiritual journey. He carried the hopes, dreams, and wisdom of all who had come before him. The night was his canvas, and the stars, his guide. As the glowing symbols danced on his body, they painted a story of life, of connection, of light and shadow — a reminder that we are all part of the same cosmic dance, guided by the spirit of the earth and the stars.

#nativeamericanwisdom

Whispers of the Wolf Spirit

As the sun sank into the cradle of the mountains, fire-kissing the lake with its final breath, a woman stood in stillness by the shore. Her name was Nayeli—“I love you” in the old tongue—and she was known as the Keeper of Echoes.

She wore robes etched with birds of the sky and dreams of the forest. Her heartbeat moved in rhythm with the earth, and her breath rose and fell with the wind. At her side stood the wolf—silent, fierce, eternal. His name was Shunkaha, the Spirit Who Walks Between.

Nayeli was born under a moon that wept rain and stars, a sign that she would speak not only with people but with the wild. From a young age, animals came to her like old friends returning home. The hawk circled above her. The deer bowed before her. And the wolf... the wolf never left her side.

It was said her voice could calm storms, and that when she closed her eyes at dusk, she listened to the voices of her ancestors through the howls of the pack. She did not command the wolf. She listened. She did not rule the wild. She walked with it.

One day, a drought came—drying rivers, silencing birdsong, cracking the land’s memory. While many prayed, Nayeli acted. With Shunkaha at her side, she followed the old canoe trails into forgotten forest paths. There, she sang the sacred songs—songs her grandmother once whispered over firelight.

And the land listened.

The rains returned. The lakes filled. The trees bowed low with new leaves. And on nights like this, when the sun melts into water and wolves stand guard at the edge of dreams, the elders smile and say:

“Nayeli walks with the wolf still. And in her silence, the world remembers how to breathe.”

#nativeamericanwisdom

Sheena Goodyear - This plant peacefully houses warring ant species by giving them their own apartments:

https://www.cbc.ca/radio/asithappens/plant-ant-apartments-1.7585758

#Fiji #Ants #Squamellaria #Epiphyte #Tubers #Symbiosis #Compartmentalization #Conflict #BehavioralScience #Entomology #AnimalBiology #PlantBiology #Biology

Yes, and their food as well....BEFORE the cabal changed everything that GOD provided....animals ate scraps...nor were there any shots...the demons are killing them too....think about it.

Message From Dogs Around The World
https://terrylclark.substack.com/p/a-message-from-dogs-around-the-world?publication_id=934525&post_id=165959536&isFreemail=false&r=1maoyr&triedRedirect=true&utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email

I found this earlier.
Yesterday, I witnessed a moment that took my breath away. I heard a soft thump at the window and looked out to see a cedar waxwing lying motionless on the deck, its mate standing beside it. The fallen bird was still, lifeless, while its partner stayed close, refusing to leave.
For a moment, I turned away. When I looked again, I saw something that made my heart stop: the living bird had laid down beside its partner, pressing its body close so their heads touched. It closed its eyes and joined the fallen bird in the stillness, as if choosing to let go of life rather than live alone.
It’s a story that made me realize how deeply the bonds of life run—how even in the animal world, connection matters more than survival. In a society that teaches us to keep moving, to keep striving and competing, we often forget how essential that connection is. We measure success by what we accumulate, not by how deeply we love.
But here, in this quiet moment between two small birds, was a truth that we, in our concrete jungles and busy lives, so easily forget: that love, in the end, is more important than anything else. And when it is gone, something inside us longs to go with it.
Perhaps that’s what’s missing in our world—a willingness to let love guide us, to hold each other close even when the world says we must keep going. Nature doesn’t measure life in possessions or accolades. It measures it in the quiet, unwavering bonds we share.

I would say that the demons have put death into everything. (Medical) Right down to those stupid masks that the idiots wear.

Nicotine Patches: same Nano-assembled structures as x39 Patches
Investigation into Devices and Detox Products
https://unhackableanimal.substack.com/p/nicotine-patches-same-nano-assembled?publication_id=2461213&post_id=165075195&isFreemail=true&r=1maoyr&triedRedirect=true&utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email

"Pink Moon"
Sharing from my friend, John Blackfeather off of Wimkin

The "Pink Moon," the full moon in April, is a traditional Native American name for the April full moon, not because the moon itself appears pink, but because it's named after a pink wildflower called creeping phlox or moss pink, which blooms in the early spring. Some Native American tribes also refer to it as the "Sprouting Grass Moon," "Egg Moon," or "Fish Moon," referencing other seasonal changes. Here's a more detailed explanation: The name originates from Native American traditions, particularly in the northeastern U.S., who named the April full moon after the pink-colored moss phlox, one of the first wildflowers to bloom in the spring. Other Native American names: Besides the "Pink Moon," Native American tribes also called the April full moon "Sprouting Grass Moon," "Egg Moon," and "Fish Moon". These names reflect other seasonal changes and observations of nature, such as the beginning of plant growth, the return of migratory animals, and the spawning of fish.

Like Peter who had rebuked Him, those following Jesus failed to understand the task He was undertaking as they lamented His walk to the cross. But this journey was necessary, in order to fulfill prophecy, and to fulfill the law, that our sins might be laid on Him as our Passover lamb. He Himself was spotless. He lived a life unblemished by sin. He went to the cross to carry our sin away as the scapegoat did for Israel when it was annually released into the wilderness. But Jesus sacrifice was final. No more annual scapegoat. No more need for any animal sacrifices. His blood was worth more than that of bulls and goats. He was the spotless Lamb who took away the sins of the world. And as Israel was instructed when Moses put the serpent on the pole, we are to look to Jesus' cross, in faith, for the forgiveness of our sins and the salvation of our souls.

Spurgeon's Morning and Evening Devotions

Morning, April 9

"And there followed Him a great company of people, and of women, which also bewailed and lamented Him." Luke 23:27

Amid the rabble rout which hounded the Redeemer to His doom, there were some gracious souls whose bitter anguish sought vent in wailing and lamentations- fit music to accompany that march of woe. When my soul can, in imagination, see the Saviour bearing His cross to Calvary, she joins the godly women and weeps with them; for, indeed, there is true cause for grief- cause lying deeper than those mourning women thought. They bewailed innocence maltreated, goodness persecuted, love bleeding, meekness about to die; but my heart has a deeper and more bitter cause to mourn. My sins were the scourges which lacerated those blessed shoulders, and crowned with thorn those bleeding brows: my sins cried "Crucify Him! crucify Him!" and laid the cross upon His gracious shoulders. His being led forth to die is sorrow enough for one eternity: but my having been His murderer, is more, infinitely more, grief than one poor fountain of tears can express.

Why those women loved and wept it were not hard to guess: but they could not have had greater reasons for love and grief than my heart has. Nain's widow saw her son restored- but I myself have been raised to newness of life. Peter's wife's mother was cured of the fever- but I of the greater plague of sin. Out of Magdalene seven devils were cast- but a whole legion out of me. Mary and Martha were favoured with visits- but He dwells with me. His mother bare His body- but He is formed in me the hope of glory. In nothing behind the holy women in debt, let me not be behind them in gratitude or sorrow.

"Love and grief my heart dividing,
With my tears His feet I'll lave-
Constant still in heart abiding,
Weep for Him who died to save."

The Bible speaks harshly of those who exchange the glory of God for the shame of man. There is no excuse, and those who continue on that path receive due and just punishment.
“For even though they knew God, they did not honor Him as God or give thanks, but they became futile in their speculations, and their foolish heart was darkened. Professing to be wise, they became fools, and exchanged the glory of the incorruptible God for an image in the form of corruptible man and of birds and four-footed animals and crawling creatures.” - Romans 1:21-23

Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening Devotions

Morning, April 7

"O ye sons of men, how long will ye turn my glory into shame?" Psalm 4:2

An instructive writer has made a mournful list of the honours which the blinded people of Israel awarded to their long-expected King. (1.) They gave Him a procession of honour, in which Roman legionaries, Jewish priests, men and women, took a part, He Himself bearing His cross. This is the triumph which the world awards to Him who comes to overthrow man's direst foes. Derisive shouts are His only acclamations, and cruel taunts His only paeans of praise. (2.) They presented Him with the wine of honour. Instead of a golden cup of generous wine they offered Him the criminal's stupefying death-draught, which He refused because He would preserve an uninjured taste wherewith to taste of death; and afterwards when He cried, "I thirst," they gave Him vinegar mixed with gall, thrust to His mouth upon a sponge. Oh! wretched, detestable inhospitality to the King's Son. (3.) He was provided with a guard of honour, who showed their esteem of Him by gambling over His garments, which they had seized as their booty. Such was the body-guard of the adored of heaven; a quaternion of brutal gamblers. (4.) A throne of honour was found for Him upon the bloody tree; no easier place of rest would rebel men yield to their liege Lord. The cross was, in fact, the full expression of the world's feeling towards Him; "There," they seemed to say, "Thou Son of God, this is the manner in which God Himself should be treated, could we reach Him." (5.) The title of honour was nominally "King of the Jews," but that the blinded nation distinctly repudiated, and really called Him "King of thieves," by preferring Barabbas, and by placing Jesus in the place of highest shame between two thieves. His glory was thus in all things turned into shame by the sons of men, but it shall yet gladden the eyes of saints and angels, world without end.

https://www.thegatewaypundit.com/2025/03/bureaucrats-defy-trumps-cuts-nearly-40-transgender-animal/