Stellar_Truth (Morgan)

Modern paganism is inspired by Welsh mythology. My mom's family came to America from Wales. A lot of the families have fake Welsh lore in their history. They brag about being related to a character from the King Arthur tale or claim to be descendants of his round table knights.

⚠️ Don't read this unless you are alright with Dune 3 movie spoilers‼ Alia is a character in Dune feared by even the most powerful mind benders. She gained access to her ancestors' memories while her mother was pregnant with her. This means before her ego was created she was influenced by others who lived before her. She is labeled an abomination and since her existence is misunderstood, she eventually becomes one. Nature and nurture must be balanced because she is still human. Living a life rejected as an abomination led to their fears coming true when a corrupt ancestor gained control of her mind. Those who obsessed and feared her nature caused her to become exactly what they wanted to destroy. There are so many wonderful possibilities her power could have brought if she had been allowed to flourish through love instead of hate. We know this because her brother's twin children would have also been considered abominations if their loving bond hadn't kept them so grounded. Alia performed so many extraordinary positive acts before her mind was taken over. She only lost herself because she was continually steered towards a path of hatred, something all humans can become victim of. Some will argue it was the nature of her character along with her power that was a perfect dark storm. Even with all that power and understanding, Alia only wanted what all children desire... To be loved ❤

Listen up, Appalachia especially you hollow-dwellers in Kentucky still drying out from those “once in a lifetime” floods that somehow keep hitting the exact same geologically blessed seams where rare earth elements and critical minerals sit thick as thieves in the coal refuse. This isn’t climate Armageddon. This is disaster capitalism with a Silicon Valley accent and the map doesn’t lie. It’s no coincidence that the precise ridges and valleys getting drilled for rare earths, blasted for new “infrastructure” roads, and scalped by mountaintop removal are the same ones now swimming in biblical flooding. They carve into the mountain, reroute the drainage, strip the cover that held the water back for centuries and suddenly every holler turns into a death trap when the next “natural” deluge rolls through. Then, right on cue, the tourism trail systems get green-lit: scenic overlooks, bike paths, and “economic development” corridors that just happen to snake through the freshly cleared, freshly buyout-ready land. Cozy little federal grants, state matching funds, and private “partners” turning your flood-scarred holler into an Instagram-ready playground for outsiders while the locals get the boot. Data centers aren’t abstract cloud magic. Each hyperscale AI beast chews through land measured in hundreds of acres (some topping a thousand), power equivalent to 100,000 homes, and millions of gallons of water a day for cooling. They need rare earth magnets, copper, and the rest of the periodic table’s premium shelf just to hum. Washington and the tech oligarchs scream “national security” and “supply-chain independence” from China yet the domestic solution conveniently involves clearing your backyards. Old mine lands? Reclaimed? Flood-scarred? Perfect. Cheap power grid already in place, fresh roads getting paved under “infrastructure” bills, mineral leases getting signed, and tourism trails prettifying the handover. Meanwhile, the opioid and fentanyl plague… another crisis the same regime can’t seem to slow keeps the population numb, divided, and demographically compliant. Flood hits? No serious rebuild money for the working folks who actually live here. Instead, tidy little federal and state buyout programs (hundreds of millions funneled through FEMA, USDA, local deals) that raze homes, turn property over to “public use” or private redevelopment, and leave families with checks that wouldn’t cover a decent used truck. The land gets wrapped up nice and quiet. The deals stay under wraps. The new roads go in. The trails get built. And somewhere in a boardroom in Northern Virginia or Palo Alto, another technocrat high-fives his ESG compliance officer while the server racks roll onto what used to be your family’s holler. This is textbook enclosure, 21st-century edition: drown the commons, drug the resistance, blast and pave the resistance, then hand the keys to the new feudal lords who need your dirt, your water, and your minerals to keep the AI training clusters spinning 24/7 while they lecture you about “sustainability” and “green tourism.” It’s not incompetence. It’s not bad luck. It’s managed displacement dressed up as compassion and Mother Nature’s wrath. The same political class that can’t define a woman or secure a border suddenly executes precision strikes on the precise map coordinates where the future’s raw materials sit and the flooding, the buyouts, and the shiny new trails all line up like dominoes. Connect the dots or get bought out. Your call, neighbors. But don’t pretend you weren’t warned when the server racks move in, the trails open for business, and the “For Sale” signs go up on what used to be your mountain.