NIST - Scientists modify common lab refrigerator to cool faster with less energy:

https://phys.org/news/2024-04-big-quantum-chill-scientists-common.html

#Refrigeration #PulseTubeRefrigerator #Refrigerator #PTR #AcousticOptimization #Efficiency #Cryogenics #Physics

Elon Musk & Grimes | "Tesla Will Have Sort of a ChatGPT Moment. Suddenly 3 Million Cars Will Be Able to Drive Themselves With No One." - Elon Musk "Artificial Intelligence Is the Fastest Path to Communism." - Grimes
https://rumble.com/v4mcbbi-elon-musk-and-grimes-tesla-will-have-sort-of-a-chatgpt-moment..html

3.22.24: Melania dress>Orchid, resignations, Hunter done, elections, Black SWAN, FAST Pray!
https://rumble.com/v4ku7v6-3.22.24-melania-dressorchid-resignations-hunter-done-elections-black-swan-f.html

Today V
THIS IS BEAUTIFUL....THERE IS MORE THAN WHAT I COPIED AND PASTED

He was getting old and paunchy

And his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the Legion,

Telling stories of the past.
Of a war that he once fought in

And the deeds that he had done,

In his exploits with his buddies;

They were heroes, every one.




https://terrylclark.substack.com/p/today-v?publication_id=934525&post_id=140663593&isFreemail=false&r=1maoyr&triedRedirect=true

WEF ADVISOR: AI WILL MAKE ‘BIG DECISIONS’ FOR PUBLIC

WATCH HOW FAST 'THE ZOMBIFIED PUBLIC' WILL EMBRACE, AS THEY YIELD THEIR POWER UNTO THE BEAST! REVELATION 13:15

https://www.hopegirlblog.com/2024/03/12/wef-advisor-ai-will-make-big-decisions-for-public/

No Borders? No America: Under Joe Biden, the U.S. borders simply no longer exist. His regime’s minions have been ordered to process and parole illegal aliens into America as fast as possible, virtually waving them on across with little to no scrutiny

https://www.theburningplatform.com/2024/03/10/no-borders-no-america/

Hey you..yes, I’m talking to you.
I don’t care what you’ve heard or been told, but you matter.
You’re more than enough and I’m glad you’re here.
I know it’s hard, but try to stop listening to the people who don’t know you or don’t really care.
They don’t know where you’ve been or the mountains you’ve had to climb to get to where you are.
I know you think you’re a survivor, but I’m here to tell you that you’re more than that.
You’re the hero of your own story.
It’s time to stop trying just to get by and to start growing and loving yourself.
I know all you see sometimes are your scars, failures and mistakes, but they don’t define you.
You write your story and your legacy, and it’s your time to rise out of the ashes.
I realize you’ve been down, broken and lost, but you can’t start rising until you’ve hit rock bottom.
The fire that has tried to swallow you whole isn’t your end, it’s where you will find your strength and forge your courage.
Stop telling yourself what you can't do and start believing in you..if you don't, who will?
No, you’re not alone and your voice matters.
How do I know?
I’ve been right where you are and I know how it feels to be hopeless.
You can choose to stay in that dark place or you can start clawing out of the abyss.
You are enough.
More than that, you’re amazing.
You got this, no matter how hard or long it may take..
Day by day, step by step, start believing in the power of your dreams again..
Remember those?
The hopes you once had and forgot along the way?
It’s time to find those again and take back your voice.
You’ve been beaten down, pushed away and left for nothing.
You’ve been asking for a sign what you should do or how to keep going.
This is it.
I’m talking to you.
Take my hand and let’s start over.
Maybe we don’t have all the answers or know where we are going, but we don’t have to.
You’re not alone.
You’re loved and you’re special.
Stop listening to the voices and start listening to your soul.
You were meant for more, so take a deep breath and try to find the light..
A little more every day.
It won’t be easy, it won’t be fast and it won’t be painless.
But together, you and I can do this.
You just have to decide that you’re done living in the past and dwelling in the darkness.
I’m here, holding out my hand, asking you to join me.
It’s your story and it’s time to start a new chapter.
Where shall we begin?
With you.
You’ve had the answers all along, you never knew the questions to ask.
Now you do.
Today, it's time to start listening to your heart.
|ravenwolf

I get so sick and tired of hearing about how these people walk all the way up...it's all a lie... I HATE LIES...Back in 2005 when I worked for the State Of Illinois, in "all kids" the government brought them straight up and to the Social Security office in Chicago. To give the so called "families" OUR Social Security. It was called "temporary social security" a so called "family" of 3 received $5,600 a month then. So yes, I can see them flying them up now, faster than busing like they did then. "All Kids" is "obama Care" it's been called many things. I've been telling people this for years... no one listens. AND don't pay attention to the "poor people walking all the way up" that's a joke...that many people fall for.
Biden administration ADMITS flying 320,000 migrants secretly into the U.S. to reduce the number of crossings at the border has national security 'vulnerabilities'
https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-13155765/biden-illegal-migrant-flying-program-national-security-vulnerability.html?ito=native_share_article-top

Someone needs to take a blow torch to that ice...you know...help the "ice" melt faster.

A Tourist walked into a Chinese curio shop in San Francisco. While looking around at the exotic merchandise, he noticed a lifelike, life-sized, bronze statue of a rat. It had no price tag, but was so incredibly striking the tourist decided he must have it. He took it to the old shop owner and asked, "How much for the bronze rat?"

"Ahhh, you have chosen wisely! It is $12 for the rat and $100 for the story," said the wise old Chinese.

The tourist quickly pulled out twelve dollars. "I'll just take the rat, you can keep the story."

As he walked down the street carrying his bronze rat, the tourist noticed that a few real rats had crawled out of the alleys and sewers and had begun following him down the street. This was a bit disconcerting so he began walking faster.

A couple blocks later he looked behind him and saw to his horror the herd of rats behind him had grown to hundreds, and they began squealing.

Sweating now, the tourist began to trot toward San Francisco Bay.

Again, after a couple blocks, he looked around only to discover that the rats now numbered in the MILLIONS and were squealing and coming toward him faster and faster.

Terrified, he ran to the edge of the Bay and threw the bronze rat as far as he could into the Bay.

Amazingly, the millions of rats all jumped into the Bay after the bronze rat and were all drowned.

The man walked back to the curio shop in Chinatown.

"Ahhh," said the owner, "You come back for the story?"

"No sir," said the man, "I came back to see if you have a bronze Democrat."

THIS IS NOT MINE, IT IS COPIED AND PASTED
REFLECTION
"My parents were married for 55 years. One morning, my mom was going downstairs to make dad breakfast, she had a heart attack and fell. My father picked her up as best he could and almost dragged her into the truck. At full speed , without respecting traffic lights, he drove her to the hospital.
When he arrived, unfortunately she was no longer with us.
During the funeral, my father did not speak; his gaze was lost. He hardly cried.
That night, his children joined him. In an atmosphere of pain and nostalgia, we remembered beautiful anecdotes and he asked my brother, a theologian, to tell him where Mom would be at that moment. My brother began to talk about life after death, and guesses as to how and where she would be.
My father listened carefully. Suddenly he asked us to take him to the cemetery.
Dad!" we replied, "it's 11 at night, we can't go to the cemetery right now!"
He raised his voice, and with a glazed look he said:
"Don't argue with me, please don't argue with the man who just lost his wife of 55 years."
There was a moment of respectful silence, we didn't argue anymore. We went to the cemetery, we asked the night watchman for permission. With a flashlight we reached the tomb. My father caressed her, prayed and told his children, who watched the scene moved:
"It was 55 years... you know? No one can talk about true love if they have no idea what it's like to share life with a woman."
He paused and wiped his face. "She and I, we were together in that crisis. I changed jobs ..." he continued. "We packed up when we sold the house and moved out of town. We shared the joy of seeing our children finish their careers, we mourned the departure of loved ones side by side, we prayed together in the waiting room of some hospitals, we support each other in pain, we hug each Christmas, and we forgive our mistakes... Children, now it's gone, and I'm happy, do you know why?
Because she left before me. She didn't have to go through the agony and pain of burying me, of being left alone after my departure. I will be the one to go through that, and I thank God. I love her so much that I wouldn't have liked her to suffer..."
When my father finished speaking, my brothers and I had tears streaming down our faces. We hugged him, and he comforted us, "It's okay, we can go home, it's been a good day."
That night I understood what true love is; It is far from romanticism, it does not have much to do with eroticism, or with sex, rather it is linked to work, to complement, to care and, above all, to the true love that two really committed people profess ".
Peace in your hearts.
🖊Unknown

“𝑰’𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔.” ~ A Mama’s Mantra
When that one pink line turns to two, she looks down with gurgling excitement before the panic sets in and she starts thinking…“𝑰’𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔.”
When the contractions are coming hard and fast, rippling through every ounce of her being… she screams in her mind, “𝑰’𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔.”
When the doctor releases her from the hospital with only a test of how well she knows how to fasten a car seat… she whispers to herself, “𝑰’𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔.”
When she’s fumbling in the middle of night to feed and sooth a fussy babe after an exhausting day that she can barely keep her eyes open… she groans, “𝑰’𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔.”
When they take their first steps, stuff fistfuls of food (or whatever they get their hands on) in their mouth, climb on the coffee table… she sighs, “𝑰’𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔.”
When they strap on their Spiderman backpack and head out for their first day of school… she tearfully cries, “𝑰’𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔.”
When they decide training wheels are for babies and they take off down the street, wobbling this way and that… She worries, “𝑰’𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔.”
When she sits on the sidelines of their first practice and watch another parent train, teach, reprimand, and build them… she frets, “𝑰’𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔.”
When they want to have their first sleepover away from home, out of reach… She gnaws her nails as she thinks, “𝑰’𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔.”
When they walk through the doors of middle school, discover social media, pick and choose friends… she bites her tongue and says, “𝑰’𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔.”
When she sees a text that hints of a romantic relationship… she holds her breath while thinking, “𝑰’𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔.”
When they take the driver’s seat for the first time and she presses her right foot down on an invisible pedal, internally screaming, “𝑰’𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔.”
And when their messy bedroom that used to drive her mad is suddenly packed up and emptied out… she clutches the doorframe with tears in her eyes and cries, “𝑰’𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔.”
Friends… I know how it feels.
We’re never ready for that next step.
Because we’ve never been there.
Never known what it’s like to let the most vulnerable, the most precious piece of our heart walk out into the world.
It’s scary as hell.
But.
If we’ve done our job.
Even if we aren’t ready.
They are.
They are because we’ve made them so.
It’s a wild ride, mama.
Ready or not…
Here it comes .
Words by: Raise Her Wild with Mehr Lee

Revelation
Chapter 3

1 And unto the angel of the church in Sardis write; These things saith he that hath the seven Spirits of God, and the seven stars; I know thy works, that thou hast a name that thou livest, and art dead.

2 Be watchful, and strengthen the things which remain, that are ready to die: for I have not found thy works perfect before God.

3 Remember therefore how thou hast received and heard, and hold fast, and repent. If therefore thou shalt not watch, I will come on thee as a thief, and thou shalt not know what hour I will come upon thee.

4 Thou hast a few names even in Sardis which have not defiled their garments; and they shall walk with me in white: for they are worthy.

5 He that overcometh, the same shall be clothed in white raiment; and I will not blot out his name out of the book of life, but I will confess his name before my Father, and before his angels.

6 He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches.

7 And to the angel of the church in Philadelphia write; These things saith he that is holy, he that is true, he that hath the key of David, he that openeth, and no man shutteth; and shutteth, and no man openeth;

8 I know thy works: behold, I have set before thee an open door, and no man can shut it: for thou hast a little strength, and hast kept my word, and hast not denied my name.

9 Behold, I will make them of the synagogue of Satan, which say they are Jews, and are not, but do lie; behold, I will make them to come and worship before thy feet, and to know that I have loved thee.

10 Because thou hast kept the word of my patience, I also will keep thee from the hour of temptation, which shall come upon all the world, to try them that dwell upon the earth.

11 Behold, I come quickly: hold that fast which thou hast, that no man take thy crown.

12 Him that overcometh will I make a pillar in the temple of my God, and he shall go no more out: and I will write upon him the name of my God, and the name of the city of my God, which is new Jerusalem, which cometh down out of heaven from my God: and I will write upon him my new name.

13 He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches.

14 And unto the angel of the church of the Laodiceans write; These things saith the Amen, the faithful and true witness, the beginning of the creation of God;

15 I know thy works, that thou art neither cold nor hot: I would thou wert cold or hot.

16 So then because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spue thee out of my mouth.

17 Because thou sayest, I am rich, and increased with goods, and have need of nothing; and knowest not that thou art wretched, and miserable, and poor, and blind, and naked:

18 I counsel thee to buy of me gold tried in the fire, that thou mayest be rich; and white raiment, that thou mayest be clothed, and that the shame of thy nakedness do not appear; and anoint thine eyes with eyesalve, that thou mayest see.

19 As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten: be zealous therefore, and repent.

20 Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.

21 To him that overcometh will I grant to sit with me in my throne, even as I also overcame, and am set down with my Father in his throne.

22 He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches.

Revelation
Chapter 2

1 Unto the angel of the church of Ephesus write; These things saith he that holdeth the seven stars in his right hand, who walketh in the midst of the seven golden candlesticks;

2 I know thy works, and thy labour, and thy patience, and how thou canst not bear them which are evil: and thou hast tried them which say they are apostles, and are not, and hast found them liars:

3 And hast borne, and hast patience, and for my name's sake hast laboured, and hast not fainted.

4 Nevertheless I have somewhat against thee, because thou hast left thy first love.

5 Remember therefore from whence thou art fallen, and repent, and do the first works; or else I will come unto thee quickly, and will remove thy candlestick out of his place, except thou repent.

6 But this thou hast, that thou hatest the deeds of the Nicolaitans, which I also hate.

7 He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches; To him that overcometh will I give to eat of the tree of life, which is in the midst of the paradise of God.

8 And unto the angel of the church in Smyrna write; These things saith the first and the last, which was dead, and is alive;

9 I know thy works, and tribulation, and poverty, (but thou art rich) and I know the blasphemy of them which say they are Jews, and are not, but are the synagogue of Satan.

10 Fear none of those things which thou shalt suffer: behold, the devil shall cast some of you into prison, that ye may be tried; and ye shall have tribulation ten days: be thou faithful unto death, and I will give thee a crown of life.

11 He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches; He that overcometh shall not be hurt of the second death.

12 And to the angel of the church in Pergamos write; These things saith he which hath the sharp sword with two edges;

13 I know thy works, and where thou dwellest, even where Satan's seat is: and thou holdest fast my name, and hast not denied my faith, even in those days wherein Antipas was my faithful martyr, who was slain among you, where Satan dwelleth.

14 But I have a few things against thee, because thou hast there them that hold the doctrine of Balaam, who taught Balac to cast a stumblingblock before the children of Israel, to eat things sacrificed unto idols, and to commit fornication.

15 So hast thou also them that hold the doctrine of the Nicolaitans, which thing I hate.

16 Repent; or else I will come unto thee quickly, and will fight against them with the sword of my mouth.

17 He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches; To him that overcometh will I give to eat of the hidden manna, and will give him a white stone, and in the stone a new name written, which no man knoweth saving he that receiveth it.

18 And unto the angel of the church in Thyatira write; These things saith the Son of God, who hath his eyes like unto a flame of fire, and his feet are like fine brass;

19 I know thy works, and charity, and service, and faith, and thy patience, and thy works; and the last to be more than the first.

20 Notwithstanding I have a few things against thee, because thou sufferest that woman Jezebel, which calleth herself a prophetess, to teach and to seduce my servants to commit fornication, and to eat things sacrificed unto idols.

21 And I gave her space to repent of her fornication; and she repented not.

22 Behold, I will cast her into a bed, and them that commit adultery with her into great tribulation, except they repent of their deeds.

23 And I will kill her children with death; and all the churches shall know that I am he which searcheth the reins and hearts: and I will give unto every one of you according to your works.

24 But unto you I say, and unto the rest in Thyatira, as many as have not this doctrine, and which have not known the depths of Satan, as they speak; I will put upon you none other burden.

25 But that which ye have already hold fast till I come.

26 And he that overcometh, and keepeth my works unto the end, to him will I give power over the nations:

27 And he shall rule them with a rod of iron; as the vessels of a potter shall they be broken to shivers: even as I received of my Father.

28 And I will give him the morning star.

29 He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches.