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

DOGE equals RAGE (Retire All Government Employees), and is the unholy design of Curtis Yarvin which Musk is executing in order to gut the government and replace it with spiderweb oligarch corporate AI fueled feudalism—A new “software model” for world control. The world will devolve into a a place where our time is spent in virtual worlds in order to escape the hell-on-earth real one. What the real world will look like from Stay Slick What this will look like from Stay Slick: In the Technate’s framework, money is secondary to control. It’s not about wealth—it’s about governance through engineered scarcity, algorithmic management, and total control over participation. -No elections. Just platform governance. -No citizenship. Just digital access. -No rights. Just Terms of Service. You do not vote, you subscribe. You do not have rights, you have privileges that can be revoked. You do not have representation, you have AI-led arbitration. A world where: -Housing, food, and healthcare exist—but only within their network. -Your participation in society depends on your compliance. -Every transaction, every movement, every thought is recorded and scored. Source: https://heyslick.substack.com/p/the-technate-of-north-america

Spurgeon's Morning and Evening Devotions Morning, August 8 "They weave the spider's web." Isaiah 59:5 See the spider's web, and behold in it a most suggestive picture of the hypocrite's religion. It is meant to catch his prey: the spider fattens himself on flies, and the Pharisee has his reward. Foolish persons are easily entrapped by the loud professions of pretenders, and even the more judicious cannot always escape. Philip baptized Simon Magus, whose guileful declaration of faith was so soon exploded by the stern rebuke of Peter. Custom, reputation, praise, advancement, and other flies, are the small game which hypocrites take in their nets. A spider's web is a marvel of skill: look at it and admire the cunning hunter's wiles. Is not a deceiver's religion equally wonderful? How does he make so barefaced a lie appear to be a truth? How can he make his tinsel answer so well the purpose of gold? A spider's web comes all from the creature's own bowels. The bee gathers her wax from flowers, the spider sucks no flowers, and yet she spins out her material to any length. Even so hypocrites find their trust and hope within themselves; their anchor was forged on their own anvil, and their cable twisted by their own hands. They lay their own foundation, and hew out the pillars of their own house, disdaining to be debtors to the sovereign grace of God. But a spider's web is very frail. It is curiously wrought, but not enduringly manufactured. It is no match for the servant's broom, or the traveller's staff. The hypocrite needs no battery of Armstrongs to blow his hope to pieces, a mere puff of wind will do it. Hypocritical cobwebs will soon come down when the besom of destruction begins its purifying work. Which reminds us of one more thought, viz., that such cobwebs are not to be endured in the Lord's house: He will see to it that they and those who spin them shall be destroyed for ever. O my soul, be thou resting on something better than a spider's web. Be the Lord Jesus thine eternal hiding-place.

Job Chapter 8 1 Then answered Bildad the Shuhite, and said, 2 How long wilt thou speak these things? and how long shall the words of thy mouth be like a strong wind? 3 Doth God pervert judgment? or doth the Almighty pervert justice? 4 If thy children have sinned against him, and he have cast them away for their transgression; 5 If thou wouldest seek unto God betimes, and make thy supplication to the Almighty; 6 If thou wert pure and upright; surely now he would awake for thee, and make the habitation of thy righteousness prosperous. 7 Though thy beginning was small, yet thy latter end should greatly increase. 8 For enquire, I pray thee, of the former age, and prepare thyself to the search of their fathers: 9 (For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, because our days upon earth are a shadow:) 10 Shall not they teach thee, and tell thee, and utter words out of their heart? 11 Can the rush grow up without mire? can the flag grow without water? 12 Whilst it is yet in his greenness, and not cut down, it withereth before any other herb. 13 So are the paths of all that forget God; and the hypocrite's hope shall perish: 14 Whose hope shall be cut off, and whose trust shall be a spider's web. 15 He shall lean upon his house, but it shall not stand: he shall hold it fast, but it shall not endure. 16 He is green before the sun, and his branch shooteth forth in his garden. 17 His roots are wrapped about the heap, and seeth the place of stones. 18 If he destroy him from his place, then it shall deny him, saying, I have not seen thee. 19 Behold, this is the joy of his way, and out of the earth shall others grow. 20 Behold, God will not cast away a perfect man, neither will he help the evil doers: 21 Till he fill thy mouth with laughing, and thy lips with rejoicing. 22 They that hate thee shall be clothed with shame; and the dwelling place of the wicked shall come to nought.

Of course, I do, and just look at those "spider webs" ..... Rabbit Holes https://terrylclark.substack.com/p/rabbit-holes?publication_id=934525&post_id=168040843&isFreemail=false&r=1maoyr&triedRedirect=true&utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email

John Mac Ghlionn - The Most Dangerous Teenagers in America: https://spectator.org/the-most-dangerous-teenagers-in-america/ #ScatteredSpider #Crackers #Decentralization #RemoteAccess #SecurityTheater #SocialEngineering #SpearPhishing #Phishing #Spoofing #PsychologicalWarfare #Disruption #Extortion #Teenagers #ForTheWin #CyberSecurity #NetworkAdministration #InformationTechnology #Sociology #Psychology

Yes, with all of the murdering s happening, and Claiming it is "suicide". The rabbit hole / spider web, is full of Politicians as well..as "judges" .see how they are STILL treating President Trump. That should say a lot to people. Thank you, Barbara. Swamp Rats Qurious Political Poems https://quteshirts.substack.com/p/swamp-rats?publication_id=2777659&post_id=161521802&isFreemail=true&r=1maoyr&triedRedirect=true&utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email

https://babylonbee.com/news/new-york-city-prosecutes-spider-man-for-saving-people-on-a-subway?utm_source=The%20Babylon%20Bee%20Newsletter&utm_medium=email

This brown Spotted Orbweaver (Neoscona crucifera) was making an intricate web under a lamp. After catching and eating a moth for dinner, the orbweaver collected the large web by rolling it into a ball and retreated to a secluded position to sleep until the next night. #SpottedOrbweaver #Orbweaver #NeosconaCrucifera #Spider #Spooky #Entomology #AnimalBiology #Biology

NOW PLAYING ON PROPHETIC REWIND Kim Clement’s Dream - Putin & A Spider Web https://www.houseofdestiny.org/watch-kimtv/

Look out friends! 😳😂 https://www.foxweather.com/earth-space/joro-spiders-invasive-southeast-florida

“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

“The same people accusing Trump voters of subverting democracy are the ones who cheated in every election since the 1960s, lied to get us into half a dozen stupid wars, created Covid in a lab, and then covered that up. You are free to tell them to STFU” — Peachy Keenan https://www.theburningplatform.com/2024/01/12/poison-spiders-at-the-center-of-the-web/

“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