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@RealJasonNelson Praying the doctors will get this figured out and will be able to help you, especially with the pain. 🙏

Initial prognosis isn’t the scariest one. Awaiting imaging results to figure out what to do.

Okay… so this wasn’t the outcome I was expecting. About to undergo some testing and could use some prayers, please.

@RealJasonNelson 🤣🤣 Good save.

My kids noticing bulk candy the “Easter bunny” left for them while at the grocery store, me trying to explain that unlike Santa Clause, the Easter bunny supports the local economy.

🧵THE UNIPARTY UNMASKED – They Believe They Are “Democracy” The seven NGOs in the chart below, in my view, represent the Uniparty. Each of these organizations receives substantial financial support from USAID or the Department of State. Around 2019, the phrase “democracy in danger” began to dominate public discourse, amplified by the media. This was odd—after all, the U.S. is a democracy (or more precisely, a constitutional republic). But as I traced the influence of these NGOs, a pattern emerged: they are controlled by establishment politicians, they play a major role in shaping political narratives worldwide, and their core mission is always framed as “protecting democracy.” Originally, these NGOs were created to support U.S. democratic efforts abroad—many of them emerging during the Cold War to combat the spread of communism. But with the fall of the Soviet Union, their original purpose faded. Instead of dissolving, they redefined their mission. Now, they have positioned themselves as the guardians of democracy itself. This shift explains why Trump’s re-election was framed as a "threat to democracy." To these NGOs, “democracy” means themselves. Their survival depends on maintaining that role, and any challenge to their authority is perceived as a direct attack on democracy itself.

Please if you can support my friend, he needs to see a specialist and has a family 👇🏻

Most Christians don’t know this but the Quran mentions Jesus - a lot. However, it denies that he was actually crucified and raised again. Surah 4:157 says, “They did not kill him, nor crucify him. It was only made to appear so.” Muslims point to this verse and say, “See? Jesus never died.” But honestly, if you care about truth, this verse should disturb you more than reassure you. Because now you have to ask: Why does the Quran, written 600 years later, contradict every first-century historical source we have? Christian sources. Jewish sources. Roman historians like Tacitus. Josephus. Early church fathers. They all affirm the crucifixion of Jesus. And then the Quran arrives centuries later with no eyewitnesses, no names, no timeline, and simply says, “It only appeared so.” That’s not historical evidence. That’s a rewrite. And then the questions get even harder. If Jesus never died, why does Surah 3:55 say Allah raised him? Raised him from what? Why is Jesus the only prophet still alive according to Islamic theology? Why is he the only one returning to judge the world? And if Allah made the world believe Jesus was crucified, then wouldn’t that make Allah the author of the very belief system Islam later rejects? Because the Torah, the prophets, and the Gospel all point to the cross. So if the crucifixion was fake, then Islam is built on a global deception allowed by God Himself. Why is that seen as protection instead of contradiction? This verse was not written to clarify Jesus’ story. It was written to erase it. But the irony is this: The more people try to delete the cross, the more undeniable it becomes. Because the truth does not disappear when attacked. And neither does Christ.

Bro, I’m reading this book right now about the persecuted church, the martyrs, the families losing everything for Jesus, and I’m just sitting here like, dang, Lord, I actually repent for how disconnected I’ve been from the suffering of our global family. These believers are getting burned out of their homes, jailed, and killed while we’re over here arguing about sound bites and bad Instagram theology. I’m scrolling my phone while somebody in Iran is whispering worship so they don’t get caught while their pastor is being executed in front of them. And it hit me hard because I think I treated persecution like it was some distant story. Inspiring, emotional, but not real. But these stories are real. This is the backbone of our faith. And honestly, shoutout to Kiki because she told me to read this book. I thought it was going to be intense but manageable. Instead, it felt like God cracked my chest open and poured His heart into me. I realized I’ve been praying for revival without realizing revival is already happening. It’s just happening in underground churches, prison cells, hidden homes, and persecuted nations outside my comfortable time zone. I’ve treated freedom like a right while believers across the world treat Jesus like a treasure worth dying for. And that changes you. Because somewhere today, somebody whispered the name of Jesus knowing it might cost them their life. That is humbling.

Wait. Abortion chemical pills in our water supply? THERE HAVE BEEN NO STUDIES ABOUT HOW ABORTION PILLS AFFECT THE WATER SUPPLY? bit.ly/4ntjZXa

There are few honors in this life greater than discipling a friend and then getting to baptize them. To walk with somebody through questions, pain, doubt, breakthrough, repentance, and transformation… and then watch them publicly give their life to Jesus is something I can’t even fully put into words. This is what the gospel is about. Not building platforms. Not winning arguments. Not chasing influence. It’s about people becoming new creations in Christ. Watching someone go from spiritually hungry and searching to fully alive in Jesus will never stop wrecking me in the best way possible. Baptism is not just a moment. It’s a funeral for the old life and the beginning of a completely new one. What a privilege it is to walk beside people as they meet the living God.

Wife told me I need to take it easy today .. I was a busy bee yesterday . bought the biggest bottles of each . Tylenol , Advil and Aleve and got at it went shopping for necessities , washed truck , cleaned the front , tried to clean the post lamps . scrubbed and cleaned everything I could . cooked .. When I was diagnosed with Stage 4 Cancer .. a little depressed and a neighbor knew I was down . asked if I could build him a shed for his mower .. sure . It morphed into a 1200 sq ft 2 story custom addition I designed.. go to Cancer Center and come back and work until sunset . 7 days a week . get radiation and back on the job , oncologist thought I was crazy " How many hours a week ?" . Sun up to sun down baby !! .. However many hours that is and once we had lights ..till midnight and beyond .. maybe a 100 hrs a week .. baloney sandwich and back at it .. I did if for many reasons .. It kept me active , gave me purpose , able to gift someone something and to Thank God for letting me have this day and stare at the stars and ask " What Now ?"

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Back in 2000, Kevin Hines jumped off the Golden Gate Bridge during a severe mental health crisis. He miraculously survived after a sea lion kept him afloat by bumping him upward in the water. Today, he is a suicide prevention speaker. The fog clung to the Golden Gate Bridge like a shroud that October morning in 2000, thick and cold as regret. Kevin Hines gripped the orange railing with white-knuckled hands, his twenty-eight-year-old body trembling not from the wind slicing through his thin jacket, but from the storm raging inside his skull. Voices—cruel, relentless—screamed that he was worthless, that the world would be better without him. Bipolar disorder had dragged him into a black hole so deep that even the glittering San Francisco skyline below looked like a distant, mocking dream. He had tried therapy, medication, prayer. Nothing quieted the noise. So he climbed. One leg over, then the other. For a heartbeat, he balanced on the edge of forever. Tourists snapped photos of the bridge, oblivious. A woman in a red coat glanced his way, her eyes widening in horror. “Don’t!” she cried. Kevin looked at her, tears streaming. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. Then he jumped. The fall lasted four seconds. Four eternal seconds. Air rushed past him like a freight train. The bay shimmered far below, impossibly beautiful, impossibly hard. He remembered thinking, *This is it. No coming back.* His body flipped once, twice. He tried to straighten, to hit feet-first like he’d read somewhere—anything to end it cleanly. But at the last instant, instinct made him twist. The impact was a sledgehammer to the soul. Water slammed into him at seventy-five miles per hour, shattering bones, rupturing organs. Pain exploded through his back, legs, chest. He plunged deep, bubbles roaring in his ears, salt burning his throat. When he finally surfaced, gasping, the cold Pacific gripped him like a fist. Blood clouded the water around him. His spine was broken in three places. Every breath felt like knives. The bridge loomed above, impossibly high. No one was coming. He was alone, dying in the dark water. Then something brushed his leg. At first he thought it was a shark—death’s final cruel joke. But the shape circled slowly, massive and sleek. A sea lion. Its dark eyes met his through the murk. Kevin’s mind reeled. *Hallucination. Must be.* Yet the animal didn’t attack. It nudged him—gently at first, then with purpose—bumping upward against his broken body, keeping his head above the waves. Again and again it pushed, as if saying, *Not yet. Not like this.* The creature stayed with him for what felt like hours, its warm bulk a bizarre lifeline in the freezing sea. Kevin clung to consciousness, whispering thanks through chattering teeth. He didn’t know it then, but that sea lion had just rewritten his ending. Coast Guard boats sliced through the chop. Hands hauled him aboard. Paramedics worked frantically. “He’s alive!” someone shouted. Kevin stared at the sky, stunned. He had jumped to die. Instead, he was breathing. In the hospital, doctors pieced him back together—rods in his spine, months of rehab. But the real healing began in his mind. The sea lion’s intervention cracked open something he’d thought was sealed forever: the possibility that life still wanted him. He spent the next years clawing his way out of the darkness. Therapy. Medication that finally worked. Long talks with his father, who had lost his own mother to suicide. Kevin realized the voices had lied. He wasn’t worthless. He was a survivor with a story that could save others. So he started speaking. Small rooms at first—schools, churches, VA hospitals. Then bigger stages. TED Talks. The White House. He wrote books. Traveled the world. Every speech began the same way: “I jumped off the Golden Gate Bridge… and lived.” Today, Kevin Hines stands tall, no longer the broken man on that railing. He is a father, a husband, an advocate who has reached millions. He still battles the illness, but now he fights with purpose. He visits the bridge often, not to remember the fall, but to honor the second chance. And sometimes, when the fog rolls in thick, he swears he can still feel that gentle bump beneath the waves—a reminder from the wild heart of the ocean that even in our darkest moment, something out there refuses to let us sink. Kevin’s message is simple and fierce: If you’re hurting, reach out. The bridge has a net now, thanks in part to voices like his. But the real safety net is each other. One conversation, one act of kindness, can be the sea lion that keeps you afloat. He knows. He fell 220 feet into hell and came back carrying hope. Because sometimes the miracle isn’t just surviving the jump. It’s learning to fly afterward.

Sorry, but this is absolutely INSANE. I’ve seen a few of these now. Share this and raise more awareness. Someone needs to help these people.

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During the 2022 Buffalo blizzard, Jay Withey went door to door asking for shelter. Ten times, he was turned away. So he broke a window at Pine Hill School and led 24 stranded strangers inside, including seven elderly people whose cars had run out of fuel. He found cereal in the cafeteria, gym mats for makeshift beds, and gave everyone a way to survive the night. Before he left, he wrote a note: “I’m terribly sorry about the window. I had to save everyone. Merry Christmas, Jay.” Police later asked the public to help find him. Not so they could arrest him. So they could thank him.

Le refuge nous a dit que le berger allemand avait arrêté de manger après la mort de son maître. Pendant presque deux semaines, il a à peine touché à sa nourriture, sauf quand quelqu’un s’asseyait à côté de lui. Et même là, il ne prenait que quelques bouchées avant de retourner se coucher dans le coin de son box, la tête contre le mur. Il s’appelait Duke. Il avait sept ans et avait passé toute sa vie avec un seul homme — un pompier à la retraite qui, apparemment, l’emmenait partout avec lui : cafés du matin, sorties de pêche, trajets du soir vitres baissées. Puis un jour, cet homme n’est jamais rentré de l’hôpital. Et Duke n’a jamais compris pourquoi. Quand nous avons visité le refuge, le personnel nous a prévenus qu’il ne créerait probablement plus de lien facilement. Ils disaient qu’il ignorait la plupart des gens et ne regardait même plus les hommes. Mais quand mon père est passé devant son box, Duke s’est lentement levé pour la première fois de l’après-midi. Pas excité. Pas agité. Juste curieux. Mon père s’est agenouillé doucement et a dit : « Hé, mon grand… toi aussi tu as perdu ton humain ? » Duke s’est approché et a posé sa grosse tête contre la poitrine de mon père. Personne dans la pièce n’a dit un mot après ça. Nous l’avons ramené à la maison le lendemain matin. Les premiers jours ont été douloureux d’une façon à laquelle je ne m’attendais pas. Duke errait la nuit de pièce en pièce, comme s’il cherchait quelqu’un. Parfois, il restait assis des heures devant la porte d’entrée, à la fixer en silence. Mais mon père comprenait le deuil mieux que la plupart des gens. Après avoir perdu ma mère deux ans plus tôt, il y avait aussi des jours où il parlait à peine. Alors chaque soir, il s’est mis à s’asseoir sur le porche avec Duke à côté de lui. Pas de télévision. Pas de téléphone. Juste le silence. Deux êtres en deuil apprenant à continuer d’exister. Puis la semaine dernière, quelque chose s’est produit qui m’a complètement brisé le cœur. Je me suis réveillé(e) vers le lever du soleil et j’ai trouvé mon père endormi dans le fauteuil du porche, une couverture sur les genoux. Et Duke était allongé de tout son long sur ses pieds, complètement détendu, ronflant doucement dans son sommeil pendant que la main de mon père reposait délicatement sur son dos. Pour la première fois depuis la mort de maman, mon père avait l’air apaisé. Et pour la première fois depuis la perte de son maître, Duke aussi. Aujourd’hui, ils sont inséparables. Mon père l’emmène partout. Les cafés du matin. Les magasins de bricolage. Les trajets du soir, vitres baissées. Peut-être que la guérison ne passe pas toujours par les mots. Peut-être que parfois, elle naît quand deux cœurs brisés décident simplement de se porter l’un l’autre pendant un moment.

YUP ! —— 🔥 It took 50 years, but the truth is finally out. The Warren Commission lied. The government covered it up. JFK’s assassination was not the act of a lone gunman — it was a full-blown military intelligence coup. SCREW YOU, LBJ. I always smelled a Rat, and you were the Big one. JFK had signed The Tonkin Act, effecting pulling all troops out of Southeast Asia-(Vietnam). Lady Byrd Johnson owned control and interest in Kellog/ Brown & Root, later merge KBR, INC, Halliburton, Inc. who made most of the munitions the United States Military used to fight the Vietnam War. Just one small piece of the puzzle. Part - The Military Industrial Complex. The day after JFK was assassinated, President Lyndon Baines Johnson rescinded the Tonkin Act, giving President Lyndon Baines Johnson authority to increase involvement in the war between North and South Vietnam. Declassified documents released January 30, 2025, expose what many of us have long suspected: JFK was murdered by the very system he tried to dismantle. He challenged the Federal Reserve, the CIA, and the shadow elite. He signed Executive Order 11110 to return to sound money. Within months, he was dead. And what followed was decades of lies, cover-ups, and silencing of truth. The files reveal CIA death squads (Operation Execute), a “JFK hit memo” from the Federal Reserve, and names like E. Howard Hunt, David Atlee Phillips, and even George H.W. Bush linked to that dark day in Dallas. Even more chilling — JFK knew they were coming for him. A newly surfaced audio tape confirms it. “They’ll come for me soon… But if I fall, let history know I tried to warn them.” Remind you of anyone??? The parallels to President Donald J. Trump are right in front of us. Two men, decades apart, both targeted by the same Deep State machine. Both tried to return power to the people. Both exposed the lies of the industrial and financial slavery system. And both paid — or are paying — the price for defying the system. JFK’s death was the day America lost its innocence. But January 30, 2025, was the day the veil was finally lifted. History isn’t just repeating — it’s screaming at us. The question is: are we listening now??? 🧐 — Gary Anderson/Tim McCoy MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Thank you Jesus!!

“We are all smart enough to know to never have smoking guns…” “If we did we wouldn’t put them in emails, and if we found them we’d delete them.”

🚨OH. MY. GOSH!!! It has been revealed that the man who has been drawing Swastikas all over Fayetteville NC... ...is actually a BLACK MALE, "Taquon Jameek Vereen" He was let out on a $1500 bond and then IMMEDIATELY BEGAN WAIVING A GUN AT PEOPLE ON THE STREET. He was YET AGAIN given a $2500 bond. Curiously, although local media reported on the story, they miraculously failed to mention, AT ALL, the race of man who was drawing these swastikas. ...I wonder why 🤔

🚨 Is Bill Gates behind the tick explosion in Ohio? The tick explosion in Ohio is so severe that the Rutherford B. Hayes Presidential Library in Fremont, Ohio, had to post a warning! Gates is funding tick research, has spoken out about reducing access to red meat, is allegedly funding scientists and bioethicists who argue IN FAVOR of allowing red meat allergies to spread, and pharma companies are now working on Lyme disease vaccines. The globalists are coming after you wherever you are, and even Fremont, Ohio isn’t immune from this nonsense. @RealAlexJones @VigilantFox