hilarious.  chrystia has not been photoshopped it’s what she wears around the house.   blessings,

france’s ambassador has left france! 🙏🏿

there is hope, dear ahh, & i shall exercise patience fuelled by hope.  rumours abound that zelensky faces regime change…if it can happen to him, pray heaven it can happen in this vassal state/colony & that trudeau & his nazi deputy prime minister can be replaced.  the conservatives are equally brutish, they support regime change in venezuela, love israel, imagine victory over russia, so it’s inevitable, canaduh will have to survive a 100 years of humiliation before it begins to rouse itself & attempts to rebuild.  blessings.

dear ahh, i very rarely feel grateful my father is no longer alive, but this disgusting revelation brings me relief.  his middle years & old age were sad as he grappled with how tptb had scripted & staged both great wars.  the very young boys that had served with him & had died terrible deaths in the tanks haunted him.

our family dinners were a ritual of open, heated debate.   my brothers, born prewar were much older & gifted with eidetic memory (i suspect like yours, dear ahh).  over dinner we were expected to have read the news, digested it, along with studies @ school & were to share what we had learned, discovered, or experienced throughout our day.   this disgusting news would’ve brought my father, a man who rarely wept, to tears.

thank you, dear ahh.  for years i’ve been raging ‘friends, neighbours, family lend me your ears, nazis have coopted our country, we have been overrun & ruined’, only to be informed that the word nazi was overused & had no meaning.  😵‍💫

dear ahh, you, mrP, amarynth, col, sudhi are my sanity.  i knew all would be revealed.  life stages these moments in ways mortals cannot imagine; niger & sahel being the exemplar, life is invariably better.

& for those of us living & dying in empire (perhaps all), this is a signal…whilst we slumber remain cognizant of what is coming in through the bathroom window.  i’ve spent much of my life trying to comprehend how the germans couldn’t know what was happening & pledged to never be so unaware as to not @ least question & seek until satisfied.  through this you are sigma octantis.    blessings

thank you, dear ahh, for your reply.  instinctively i feel the 2 are very different, & hope sudhi may help us here.

where it mayn’t be something you’ve studied in depth, you have brought much to consider.  the lingam as i understand it was shiva, god of regenerative powers.  i was young, late 20s, my first to south india.  we toured the ruins, temples, museums of chola bronzes & gardens, all the while accompanied by our hosts.  my beloved departed was working with a group of indian mathematics & as we toured our hosts would interrupt their discussion on quantum physics/mechanics & non standard analysis to briefly tell me what it was we were looking @.   once my beloved remarked to me, it was as though we were touring the aztec ruins with feynman when he deciphered their calendar.  our hosts were flattered but in retrospect i think he was very sincere.  the lovely wonder of quantum mechanics is that all improbable inexplicable things are suddenly phenomenally real.  & the most absurd theories impossibly stand.

i suspect the turkic khazaria stole the symbol for its relation to their own flaccid imaginations, with no appreciation of its spiritual power.  thieves & head choppers robbing artifacts have no idea what they are grabbing only what it might fetch.  they are crows with little notion of what they’ve picked up.

forgive me for diverting the thread.  blessings.

you are so right.  i caught a glimpse of chrystia greeting Z & it was indeed ecstasy,

lavrov is armenian.  let’s hope the armenian people can distinguish gold from within from soros pyrite.