I read an article written by a psychiatrist who firmly believes that some of the clients he has encountered are suffering from demonic oppression or possession. I, too, believe that sometimes clients suffer from both psychiatric and paranormal issues. Back in the early 1980's, I worked on the adolescent unit of a private psychiatric hospital located in Florida. One of the patients, Lucy, was accurately diagnosed as a paranoid schizophrenic. Lucy firmly believed that aliens were trying to control her mind and body. Anytime she would see or hear anything to do with extraterrestrials, she'd suffer a psychotic break. One day, Lucy was watching TV in the day room of the unit and a show featuring a space alien came on. She became extremely agitated and had to be transferred to the intensive treatment unit, which basically meant that Lucy was locked in a padded cell. Patients on the intensive treatment unit were closely monitored to insure their safety. During the afternoon shift, Karen, one of the other staff members at the hospital, and I went to check on Lucy. We walked down the carpeted hallway and peered in at Lucy through the small window in the locked door. Lucy was sitting on the floor, slumped over, with her back to the door. There was no way that she could have heard Karen and me approaching, but seconds after we started observing her, her back stiffened and she sat upright. As Karen and I watched, Lucy's head began to turn to the right...and it kept turning until it was facing backwards! Yes, her head did a complete 180º turn! Lucy looked at Karen and me with a possessed, demonic grin on her face. Needless to say, my blood ran cold in my veins! Karen looked at me, eyes wide and mouth agape, and said, "How are we gonna write this up on her chart?!? No one will believe us!" It was this experience - and others since then - that convinced me that sometimes the edges blur when it comes to mental health maladies and the paranormal.
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BREAKING🚨 A Somali man was chained, beaten, and denied food and water on an ICE deportation flight — and by the time it landed, his relatives say his body was covered in bruises. His relatives told The Charlotte Observer he was shackled at the wrists and ankles for the duration of the flight, unable to move, unable to eat, unable to drink. They say guards ignored his pleas. They say the restraints were never loosened once. His family described what they were told in three words: chained, beaten, deprived. They say he was one of many packed onto the aircraft, deported from the United States to a country many of these men had not lived in for years. Some, his relatives say, had spent much of their lives in America — built families here, worked here, raised children here — before being pulled onto a plane in restraints. What his family keeps returning to is the physical condition he arrived in. Not a bureaucratic complaint. Bruises. Dehydration. A body that showed what happened on the flight. Deportation flights operate largely out of public view. There are no reporters on board. No cameras. The only accounts that reach the outside world come from the people who survive the flight and the families waiting on the other end, comparing what they were promised with what they actually received. His relatives say they raised the alarm because they were afraid no one else would. They say they were told he would be transported safely and humanely. They say the man who stepped off that plane told a different story with his own body. ICE flights like this have faced complaints before of prolonged shackling, of men left in restraints for hours, of food and water withheld. Each time, the answer from the outside is the same silence, because the flights are sealed and the passengers have no way to record what happens to them. His family is now asking a simple question: who is accountable for the condition he was in when the doors opened? If you appreciate my posts, it would mean the world if you followed my page. Thank you for being here.
my pay as you go menu for next week gonna be tasty I average about $50-$75 in donations a month to them I hope it helps them since only 2 out of 10 people really donate if I ever got over a million dollars they would be well taken care of alone with a couple other charities that are close to me I would not donate to thousands of different charities only about 3 or 4 like thousands if I could hahaha for now they get my $8 at a time whenever I have it lol sometimes very rarely I can do like $25-$30 at a time but I find I can donate a few $3-$12 quite often as I want them to continue helping people and this is way more of a better option than a food bank of sorts and they deliver to your frieking door how cool is that hahaha dont have to trudge through the streets with your hamper from the ladies freemasons lmao
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The Carolina parakeet was the only parrot native to the eastern United States, a brilliant green and yellow bird that had filled the forests from the Great Lakes to the Gulf. Hunting, feather collection, and habitat loss destroyed the population within decades. By the early 1900s only a small captive flock remained at the Cincinnati Zoo. One by one they died. Incas was the last, a male who had been inseparable from his companion Lady Jane until she died in 1917. After losing her he rapidly declined. He died on February 21, 1918, in the same cage at Cincinnati Zoo where Martha, the last passenger pigeon, had died just four years earlier. The zoo that had witnessed the end of two entire species within four years of each other noted both deaths with a single line in their records. Two species gone within four years, in the same building, and nobody thought either moment deserved more than a sentence.
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coded masonic shit perhaps level 26 masons who knows but like same 10-12 stock photos of these two for past few years I dont even think they reside in this dimension and only come around once every 7 months for an "appearance" or wedding this is why you never hear of ancient celebs that did one movie in 2001 or 1998 anymore they are totally gone who knows where
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HE may have anger issues girl if he is going to make his coach sad like that fucken watch out oh well I tried lmao look at this violent fuck gonna fucken beat you senseless all day but you chose your life we did not
getting to be insane kitties lmao a few years ago i never even bothered to check my traffic ahahaha it was depressing like 12 people a day a few a week its funny now its kind of funny to see I dont let it get to my head its just I worked hard in the 20 + years to bring this blog up from the ground level its kind of like a public diary just a blog post now seems so natural its always been my job I dont get paid for maybe one day hahaha like finances with a blog never really interested me much I did not want to load affiliates or ads or anything or a paywall
Worldwide ACLU Edict : Flock Safety Credibility Lost as it Repeatedly Lies to City Councils, Police Departments, and Public Across the Country
ACLU: Flock Safety Credibility Lost as it Repeatedly Lies to City Councils, Police Departments, and Public Across the Country https://ift.tt/qCRd3O7 The ACLU documents how an automatic license plate reader company has lied about its operations, signaling a need for reputable governments to avoid working with Flock Safety.
On the morning of August 24, 2024, a water buffalo in Pleasant Hill, Iowa, escaped from its owner. The owner had been preparing to slaughter it for meat. He called the police and asked them to put the animal down. The police refused. The buffalo spent the next four days loose in suburban Des Moines, was filmed on a Ring camera walking up to someone's front door at night, was shot by a police officer, tranquilized twice, hospitalized at Iowa State University, and is now living at a sanctuary. The community named him PHill. A water buffalo in a Des Moines suburb is not something anyone expects to see on a Saturday morning. Water buffalo are native to South and Southeast Asia. The wild species, Bubalus arnee, is endangered and lives in India, Nepal, Bhutan, Thailand, and Cambodia. The domesticated version has been bred for thousands of years for milk, meat, and draft work across Asia, the Middle East, and southern Europe. Italian mozzarella di bufala is made from its milk. A small number of domesticated water buffalo are kept in the United States on private farms and exotic ranches, but there is no feral population anywhere in North America. PHill was a privately owned farm animal being raised for slaughter six miles east of downtown Des Moines. When the responding officer arrived Saturday morning, the owner described the animal as aggressive and asked police to kill it. The officer told the owner the department would not put down an animal unless it posed a direct threat to the public. The buffalo had already disappeared into the surrounding area. Over the next three days, PHill moved through Pleasant Hill and into Des Moines. Residents spotted him in backyards, along fence lines, and in standing water. On Monday, Jessica Eshelman's Ring doorbell camera captured him walking up to her front porch and snorting at the door. The footage went viral. A neighbor filmed him standing in his backyard the same day. At some point during the search, a Pleasant Hill police officer shot PHill with a firearm. The department's public statement did not explain the circumstances of the shooting in detail. By Tuesday evening, PHill was located in a sand pit filled with water on the east side of Des Moines. Police, Polk County Conservation, the Blank Park Zoo, the Animal Rescue League of Iowa, and multiple law enforcement agencies coordinated a plan to capture him alive. They decided to wait until daylight rather than attempt a recovery in the dark with storms approaching. Wednesday morning, responders coaxed PHill out of the water. A veterinarian administered a tranquilizer dart. PHill kept walking. Drones and ground crews followed him along property lines as the first tranquilizer took partial effect. Thirty minutes later, a second dart was administered. PHill went down. The team loaded him into a trailer, administered reversal drugs, antibiotics, and vitamins, and transported him to Iowa State University's Large Animal Hospital. The prognosis was listed as guarded. PHill survived. The gunshot wound and the stress of four days on the run had taken a toll, but he recovered at the veterinary hospital over the following weeks. His owner surrendered him to the Des Moines Police Department. The Iowa Farm Sanctuary took him in and announced that PHill would not be sent to slaughter. He would live out his life at the sanctuary. The Washington Post called him a folk hero. The Iowa Farm Sanctuary's statement said the local community absolutely rallied for PHill and did not rest until he was given a fair chance at safety and freedom. They noted the irony: an outpouring of love for a farmed animal in the epicenter of American animal agriculture. PHill escaped the morning he was supposed to die, outran the police for four days, took a bullet and two tranquilizer darts, and ended up in a sanctuary because a suburb full of strangers decided he deserved to live.
BREAKING🚨 A 2-year-old named Kaleth stopped eating for 12 days inside an ICE family detention center in Texas. His mother watched his face grow gaunt and his eyes sink into their sockets. Kaleth and his mom Joani had never missed a single immigration appointment since seeking asylum in 2024. In March, they showed up to a routine check-in in California. ICE took the whole family into custody. As they cried, Kaleth's father was handcuffed and driven to an adult facility. Joani and her toddler were shipped to the Dilley detention center in Texas. Separated from his dad, Kaleth kept scooting a tiny table to a wall-mounted phone, climbing up to try to reach his father. Joani kept pulling the table away so he wouldn't fall. When she tried to make him eat, he vomited. He stopped having bowel movements. Doctors called it depression. He is one of at least 500 babies and toddlers held in ICE custody since Trump retook office. On an average day, 25 children aged 3 or younger are now in immigration jails — ten times the number under Biden, when fewer than three were held and none were kept past the legal 20-day limit. Now at least 175 have been detained longer than that limit. A 1-year-old named Amir spent four months locked up. There were barely any toys, so children played with rocks. His parents couldn't find books in their language. His speech slowed until he stopped saying anything but "mom" and "dad." His mother sucked spicy sauce off noodles so she could feed them to him, and hid cereal in her socks so he wouldn't sleep hungry. When the family complained, his father says staff in CoreCivic uniforms woke him in the night, threatening to send the parents to separate facilities and Amir to foster care. ICE says detained families get proper food, water and medical care. CoreCivic says its facilities are safe for infants. A pediatrician who has spent her career on this called infancy "probably the most harmful time of their lives to have them in detention." Kaleth started eating again only after he was released. Amir spoke two words in four months: mom and dad. If you appreciate my posts, it would mean the world if you followed my page. Thank you for being here.
People keep saying, “It won’t affect the truly disabled.” Tell me you’ve never loved someone with a disability without telling me. Medicaid isnt “free stuff.” For so many families, it’s the reason their child gets to come home from the hospital. The reason their child was able to recieve care in the first place. It’s oxygen supplies. Wheelchairs. Nursing. Therapies. Medications. Feeding tube supplies. Specialized formula. The ability to keep our children at home instead of in institutions. It means our children got to sleep in their own beds, surrounded by people who love them. These aren’t luxury services. They’re basic needs. It’s for the little one who can’t speak but has so much to say. The kid who needs a nurse to safely go to school. The adult with disabilities whose entire independence depends on the support they receive. It’s parents who haven’t slept through the night in years because they’re providing around-the-clock care when their nursing gets cut. As a medical mom, I can tell you this community has never been asking for luxury. We’ve been fighting for the basics. The chance for our children to live with dignity. And the loudest opinions are almost always coming from people who’ve never had to fight an insurance company while their child was in the hospital waiting for a surgery they need. Never had to choose between paying the mortgage and paying for medical supplies. Never had to leave a career because no daycare can safely care for their child. You don’t get to call disabled people a burden while expecting their exhausted families to somehow do even more with even less. We’re already doing everything. And disability isn’t some rare thing that only happens to “other families.” One diagnosis. One accident. One complicated pregnancy. One stroke. One drunk driver. That’s all it takes before you’re praying the very programs you once dismissed are still there. Maybe that’s what hurts the most. So many people don’t care until disability affects them. By then, they’ll understand what families like ours have been trying to say all along.-"They're not taking away home care." I keep seeing people say that. As the mother of a disabled child, I need you to understand that many of us barely have home care to begin with. My son had a 10-hour surgery on June 11. He's 250 pounds. In the hospital it took 3-4 staff members, a Hoyer lift, and a Sara Stedy just to move him safely. At home, it's just me. We don't qualify for a Hoyer lift. We don't qualify for full-time home health. We were told we could buy the equipment ourselves for hundreds of dollars after I'd already missed weeks of work. His abdominal incision has opened back up and become infected. His wound requires packing every day. We qualified for 20 minutes of home health twice a week for wound care—but if we accepted that, we couldn't receive the physical therapy we desperately needed to learn how to move him safely at home. So I had to choose: Protect his wound, or learn how to safely lift and transfer my 250-pound son. No parent should ever have to make that choice. This is the reality disability families are already living. Before anyone says our rights aren't being affected, please understand that many of us have been fighting just to access basic care all along. We don't need less support. We need a system that actually supports the people it's supposed to serve.
From Winnipeg but it could’ve been anywhere: Yesterday was day two of a reported ten-day zero-tolerance approach to open drug use in downtown Winnipeg. What happened last night sits directly in the middle of a toxic drug supply crisis, housing instability, and the enforcement approach unfolding in our city right now, while supervised consumption services continue to face delays. Victor and I, along with our toddler, were on our way to Alleyways Market in the Exchange District. It was one of those beautiful Winnipeg summer evenings where the city felt alive. Patios were full. Sidewalks were busy. Cars lined the streets. It felt good to see our city like that. As we were walking down Bannatyne Avenue towards Main Street, just outside Across The Board Game Café, Victor noticed someone slumped over on the corner. At first glance, a lot of people probably assumed he was sleeping. There was a half-empty two-litre bottle of alcohol beside him, so it would have been easy to tell yourself he had simply passed out. But that is exactly why you do not make assumptions. As usual, Victor did not hesitate. He knows what a drug poisoning can look like, and he knows every minute matters. He walked over and asked if the man was okay. No response. He asked again, louder. Still nothing. He shook his shoulder, then performed a sternum rub. Nothing. Victor carefully lowered him onto his back and checked his breathing and pulse. I pulled out my phone and asked if he wanted me to call 911. I dialled. Busy signal. I tried again. Finally got through. While I was on the phone, Victor clipped the naloxone kit from his belt and administered the first dose. The man was breathing, but only about seven breaths a minute. Far too slow. He remained completely unresponsive. 911 instructed rescue breaths, and Victor immediately began while preparing a second dose of naloxone. Still no response. A few minutes later, I heard a fire truck turn off Main onto Bannatyne Avenue. For a moment I thought they were coming for us. They were not. There was another emergency nearby. Eventually his breathing became more regular. But he still did not wake up. Later, while we debriefed, Victor explained something that has stayed with me ever since. This is increasingly what people on the front lines are seeing. Naloxone reverses opioids. It does not reverse the tranquilizers now contaminating the street supply. The opioid effects can be reversed. The sedation remains. And I have not been able to stop thinking about one thing. He was found because he was visible. It was a busy corner on a Friday night. People were walking in every direction. Cars were passing constantly. He was wearing a bright red shirt. He was not hidden. And somehow, nobody had stopped. I do not write that to shame anyone. I write it because I know how easy it is for a moment like that to be missed entirely in a busy city, or to assume someone else will step in, or to simply be caught in your own direction and not realize what you’ve passed. And I keep coming back to that. Because if he had not been visible, I do not know if he would have been found in time. That is what I keep thinking about when I read about what is happening downtown right now. Over the past two days, I have been reading reports of people experiencing homelessness being searched, detained, having harm reduction supplies confiscated, and being pushed out of the places where outreach workers, harm reduction teams, and healthcare providers know to look for them. And I cannot stop thinking about what that changes. Because when vulnerable people are pushed further from public spaces, further from outreach teams, and further from the supports they rely on, we have to ask what else we are pushing out of sight. We cannot confuse making suffering less visible with making people safer. And during a toxic drug supply crisis, isolation can become deadly. I keep hearing people say they are tired of seeing open drug use in Winnipeg. I understand where that frustration comes from. But I think we need to ask what we are actually reacting to. And maybe the truth is this. We should be angry. But not at people whose lives have been shaped by trauma, substance use disorder, homelessness, poverty, or all of it together. We should be angry that so many people in our community are suffering with nowhere safe to go. We should be angry that people are using substances in public because there is no private place where they will be safe if something goes wrong. We should be angry that the drug supply has become so toxic that drug poisonings often require multiple interventions and people can still remain unconscious afterward. We should be angry that visible suffering is treated as the problem instead of what created it. Mayor Scott Gillingham recently said, “I’ve grown tired of looking out my office window and seeing the same thing.” And I cannot stop thinking about what it means when frustration with visibility becomes the driving force behind how we respond to crisis. Because in Winnipeg, we also need to be honest about who disproportionately carries the weight of these failures. Indigenous people are vastly overrepresented among those experiencing houselessness, among those struggling with substance use, and among those most impacted by systems that continue responding to trauma with punishment instead of care. We cannot talk honestly about this crisis without acknowledging generations of colonial harm, family separation, displacement, systemic poverty, and policies that continue to fail Indigenous communities today. Because if our anger is pointed in the wrong direction, nothing changes. We need to make sure people have support long before crisis becomes survival. Housing. Mental health care people can actually access. Trauma-informed care. Addiction treatment without impossible wait times. Detox. Safe supply. Drug checking. Supervised consumption services. Recovery supports. Connection to community and culture. And prevention for youth long before trauma turns into addiction. This is not about choosing one approach over another. This is not harm reduction or recovery. It is both. People cannot recover if they are dead. Harm reduction is often the first point of connection. It keeps people alive long enough to access housing, healthcare, treatment, or recovery when they are ready. And recovery itself requires systems that are available when people ask for help. We need all of it. Because different people are at different points in survival, and no single approach meets every need. Last night reminded me of something our city needs to understand. Visibility can save lives. That man received help because he was seen. Because he was in public. Because someone stopped. And I cannot stop thinking about what might happen when policies push vulnerable people further away from the places where intervention is possible. We cannot confuse making suffering less visible with making communities safer. Because pushing suffering out of sight does not solve suffering. It simply makes it easier for the rest of us to stop seeing the consequences of our collective failure. The question facing Winnipeg right now is not whether people are tired of witnessing addiction and homelessness. The real question is this: Will we be the kind of community that responds to suffering with care… Or the kind that simply demands suffering disappear? #Winnipeg #DowntownWinnipeg #ExchangeDistrict #AlleywaysMarket #Manitoba
BREAKING🚨🏳️🌈 Kansas forced Kris Ripper to change her driver's license to say "male." Then a cop pulled her over, looked at that same license — and decided it must be fake. Ripper is a trans woman. Back on March 25, the state made her switch the gender marker on her ID to "M" to comply with Senate Bill 244, a new anti-trans law. She didn't want to. She did it because Kansas required it. On May 5, she was driving home from work in the rain. Her headlights had automatically switched off, so an officer pulled her over. He took her license — the one the state ordered her to carry , and stared at it. "After seeing my license, he spent like 10 minutes questioning me on if my license was real before I explained to him that I am a transgender woman," Ripper said. "It has to say 'M' legally." He handed the license back and let her go with a verbal warning. No citation. She thought that was the end of it. Weeks later a notice showed up: she'd missed an arraignment for a charge she said she never knew existed , operating a motor vehicle without a valid license. A Class B misdemeanor. Up to a $1,000 fine and six months in jail. The paper warned that if she didn't appear within 30 days, her license would be revoked. "I'm just a little scared and freaking out," Ripper said. Kansas forced her ID to say "male." An officer decided that same ID looked wrong. The county tried to jail her for carrying the document the government demanded she carry. The charge was only dismissed after her story spread across LGBTQ+ media and reached readers overseas. Attorney General Kris Kobach insists licenses must list a person's "biological sex" so police can identify people accurately. His law nearly put a woman behind bars for six months for obeying it.
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Whether you agreed with, watched or liked Charlie Kirk.. How many of you have noticed.. Since he was..."taken out" by a very well planned, tactical operation with MANY players involved who got VERY close to him.. In the months leading up to his elimination.. That you see VIRTUALLY NO clips anymore on your reels or otherwise on social media.. Of his college campus debates and events? He was literally scrubbed from social media almost entirely.. When before, when he was still here and running TP U$A... You would see him pop up every couple reels or at least a few times per day.. If you have noticed this as well.. Let me know in the comments and I'll do a video on why they did this.. Whether you liked him or not, agreed with him or not.. What he was doing and saying was FAR more important to our society than I think most realize.. Which I am going to explain why.. Even though he unfortunately made his bed..or in this case coffin.. When he shook hands and took that $$.... From the devils.. Who ultimately made him pay for it in the end.. (And believe me.. I'm a proud "conspiracy the0rist" as the simple minds of society label those like you and I as.. But trust me... He's very much de@d....I know there's people who believe that event was "staged" and I'm one of the first to admit I AM ALWAYS skeptic of anything we see on these screens here when it comes to more popular figures, politicians etc...... But... There's just some human reactions you can't fake... Not to mention that The mistake Charlie made.. Was that He started to REALIZE and awaken to.. The evils of the group.. He took that money from.. AFTER they gave it to him... And so they did to him what they do best to anyone who doesn't bend the knee to their every command after they flash that money and life of luxury at you.... They JFK'd him).... Let me know your thoughts below ... More to come on this topic
just seems everyone you encounter in the matrix is like a fucken cow now like the obviously large framed possibly trans? (no problem with that) its just she is a huge fucking postal cow that works at the post office I am scared of her now if I miss a delivery of silver they send to to her postal booth and I have to see the cashier from hell lol cause I have to sign for it they dont just put it in mailbox its worth it cause on ebay its counterfeit silver so I go with silver gold bullion and they make me do all this like really if I only had to go out once every 17 weeks I would be okay but getting better hahaha
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