Like the recently killed fusion scientist Nuno Loureiro. "On December 15, 2025, MIT fusion scientist Nuno Loureiro was shot multiple times in his Brookline, Massachusetts home. He died the next morning. He was forty-seven years old.
Loureiro directed MIT’s Plasma Science and Fusion Center, leading research on fusion energy—the technology that could provide unlimited clean power by replicating the Sun’s energy on Earth. Zero carbon emissions, minimal waste, nearly unlimited fuel from seawater. Scientists call it the “holy grail” that could revolutionize civilization’s energy infrastructure."
This is 100% Zionist MO. Anyone or anything that theatens their control power gets illminated. I think it's time that THEY get illiminated.
Clif, A story for you and your audence that captues Christmas:
The Christmas Scout, By Samuel D. Boga [modified]
“When we encounter suffering, we can either lean in or look away. When love wins the day, looking away is never an option — because love always leans in.” — Santiago Mellado
In spite of the fun and laughter, young Frank Wilson was in poor spirits.
It was true that he had received all the presents he wanted along with some special surprises. And of course, he enjoyed these traditional Christmas Eve reunions of relatives—this year at Aunt Susan’s—for the purpose of exchanging love and good wishes.
But Frank was almost devestated because this was to be his first Christmas without his brother, Steve, who earlier in the year had been the tragic victim of a reckless driver. Frank deeply missed his brother and the close companionship they had together.
Suffocating at this memory, he said good-bye to his relatives and explained to his parents that he was leaving a little early to see a friend. Since it was cold outside, Frank put on his new plaid jacket. It was his favorite gift. The other presents he placed on his new sled.
Then Frank, seeking that missing companionship, headed for the Flats, hoping to find the patrol leader of his Boy Scout troop. This was the section of town where most of the poor lived, and his patrol leader did odd jobs to help support his family. To Frank’s disappointment, his friend was not at home, but running errands.
As Frank hiked down the street, he caught glimpses of trees and decorations in many homes. And although not meaning to pry, out of the corner of his eye he detected a shabby room with a couple of small limp worn and dirty stockings hanging over an empty fireplace. A woman was seated near them weeping. The stockings reminded him of the way he and his brother had always hung theirs side by side, but theirs were big, and new, and clean, and the next morning would be bursting with candy and glimmering prizes. Unlike these which would surely be no different, even they sat there all the way through next Christmas and out the other side. Then it hit him that he had not done his “good turn” for the day.
He knocked on the door.
“Y..yes?” the sad shaky voice of the woman inquired.
“May I come in?”
“You are very welcome,” she sighed, “but I have not food or gifts for you. I have nothing for my own children.”
“That’s not why I am here,” Frank, surprising himself, announces with all the authority of a scout leader. “You are to choose whatever presents you need for your children from this sled.”
“Why, God bless you!” the amazed woman answered hesitantly but deeply grateful.
She gingerly selected some candies, a game, the toy airplane, and a puzzle. When she slowly reached for the new Scout flashlight, Frank almost cried out but he regained his composure in a flash. Finally, the stockings were full.
“Won’t you tell me your name?” she almost pleaded as Frank was leaving.
“Just call me the Christmas Scout,” he replied.
That night Frank saw that his sorrow was not the only sorrow in the world and before he left the Flats, he had given away the remainder of his toys. The new plaid jacket had gone to a shivering boy.
He trudged homeward, cold and uneasy - all that mystifying scout authority fleeing him. Having given his presents away Frank could think of no reasonable explanation to offer his parents. He wondered how he could make them understand.
“Where are your presents, son?” asked his father as he entered the house.
“I gave them away.”
“But I thought you were happy with your gifts.”
“I was, very happy,” the boy answered lamely.
“But, Frank, how could you be so impulsive?” his mother asked.
His father was firm. “You made your choice, Frank. We cannot afford any more presents.”
His brother gone, his family disappointed in him, Frank suddenly felt dreadfully alone. He had not expected a reward for his generosity for, in the wisdom of young grief, he knew that a good deed always should be its own reward. It would be tarnished otherwise. So he did not want his gifts back. Frank thought of his brother and sobbed himself to sleep.
The next morning he came downstairs to find his parents listening to Christmas music on the radio. Then the announcer spoke:
“Merry Christmas, everybody! The sweetest Christmas story we have this morning comes from the Flats. A crippled boy down there has a new sled to get around in this morning. Another youngster has a new plaid jacket. And several families report that their children were made happy last night by gifts from a teenage boy who simply referred to himself as the Christmas Scout. No one could identify him, but the children of the Flats claim that the Christmas Scout was a personal representative of old Santa Claus himself.”
Frank felt his father’s arms go around his shoulders, and saw his mother smiling through her tears. “Why didn’t you tell us? We are so proud of you, son.”
The carols came over the air again filling the room with music.
𝅘𝅥𝅮 And praises sing to God the King, and peace to men on Earth. 𝅘𝅥𝅮
your post is my Christmas gift today. I was alone, and it was okay and peaceful with my two cats. Tonight I invited a friend who is lonely to a premade manicotti dish I did in the oven. We watch a movie Dara of Jasenovac . It was good to see the other side of a particular time in former Yugoslavia as I am Croation. thank you so much.
Thank you EAllan, that was the goal and I am glad to hear that it worked.
If you'd like more stories, then the link above is for you, a lot of work went into that project and I think you might find it worth some extra time spent.
In a world filled with evil, as you can see everywhere, there is a tendency of identification with it, and its penetration into your depths. If you succumb to its influence and begin to carry it within yourselves, even from motivation to fight it, you will get nowhere but to become the bearer of evil, hatred, revenge, jealousy, etc.
Thus, your creative energy is tied into a tight knot with evil instead of trying to find some creative solutions that are always there, but instead enter in the fight against evil, and thus identify with it. Your very being is simply poisoned by this senseless reaction, and you are drawn into the process of "struggle", not seeing that it simply drains you and redirects your creative energy into dead end direction.
Yes, to fight the evil is a noble task. But only if you do not fill your soul with it. Revenge and hatred does not solve anything. But the fight for Life, your mother, brother, friend, wife, and children - is another matter. Because you are not fighting just from hate, but in the name of Good and Life, and thus clear your house from trash and dirt of evil. And trash and dirt certainly stand in your way, and therefore to cleanse your house out of love for your neighbor, and for Life itself, creativity and prosperity is worthy of your energy.
But this struggle will bring real benefits, leading to Good, only if it is carried out with AWARENESS, with clarity of mind, but not from blind rage and hate, greed, envy and blind denial. Otherwise, you yourself will become that evil dragon, you were trying to defeat, as it is said in the story of wisdom about the evil dragon.
Try to look for solutions, not just to fight. And it does not matter how small and "insignificant" your contribution may seem to you. Any decision, any genuine progress is a part of a larger solution. Trust yourself. Perfection is sitting right inside of yourselves, no matter of how "big" or "small it may seem to you."
It worked for native people with few options and strong community. We have lost our moral compass, drugs, greed . . . cultural soup. We realize that 'we ar the ones we have been waiting for' and kick the frequecies up a notch.
I suspect this has been going on so long (the obfuscation of the interaction of "other" beings in our world) that punishing just this batch wouldn't be meaningful. The exposition of millenniums of deception about our beginnings at the expense of the populace has gotten us to the point where when things that are obvious are called out the disconnect is so great the person calling out the obvious becomes the victim.
We have been so entrained to accept what authority tells us that even when it conflicts with our own inner "knowing" (we are all intuitive and know things) we are willing to deny ourselves for the sake of not being "cast out" of society.
I so look forward to a day when perhaps we can hold thoughts about things without having to be right or wrong for or against - where we can look at what is and experience it without having to "die on that hill"
And on another note - because I don't have another space to comment about this - but what if those missing years of Jesus's life weren't spent in another dimension or planet - I'm leaning into the idea he was a hybrid which would explain so much in my world view about his immaculate birth (and that of Noah) and his wondering around declaring himself the "son of God" Not a hill I'll die on but a musing that could or could not be what actually happened versus what we are told happened.
Jill, Yeshua traveled east to India and Tibet. Records exist there of him. He developed more from the secret teachings. In deed most probably a hybrid from the pleiadian star system.
You may find KAB on X to be interesting. Be blessed.
(It has been revealed the true birthdays is September 8th, if it matters) 😉
Thank you very much! I wish you the same! I just finished making my mother’s family Swedish Coffee Cake with apricots, walnuts and cream cheese frosting! Timing is everything! Have a wonderful weekend!
OOO, I like that idea. if you showed that on tv and you showed the criminals being led to the chipper and you slowed it down so it took several long seconds for them to be chewed up while they screamed, the ones waiting would shit their pants knowing they were next. you could shred one every 30 seconds, or 120 an hour, so you could go all the way through congress in about one shift of 8 hours. Working three shifts, you could clean up the judicial system in about three days, and then you would work on the petty criminals and perverts. That would take a few months, but by then the goofy bleeding-heart judges would be gone and they could not give any stays or excuses for the guilty parties. Think of the money and lives of the innocent we would be saving. For those that believe the bible, you would also be obeying the commandments of the lord. that sounds like a win- win to me. Just saying
Implementation will not be complex. It will be complicated, and unless we see a huge resurgence of The Golden Rule, those who apply and monitor the sentence may be just as bad as the original perpetrators. I do think it is something to consider. Thank You Clif and a happy Christmas Day to you and Heidi
Haha! Who'd have guess that the old English expression, 'to be sent to Coventry', would have reach to the Pacific Northwest! Few under 60 in rhe UK would likely know it!!
Merry Christmas to you two and to all of your followers. Thanks to you and your growth/fight in this reality, you two have opened many eyes and will be richly blessed by consciousness for doing so!
Hmmm, how about they just stop murdering all of the inventors who make alternative energy products, systems and equipment? That would be great!
Like the recently killed fusion scientist Nuno Loureiro. "On December 15, 2025, MIT fusion scientist Nuno Loureiro was shot multiple times in his Brookline, Massachusetts home. He died the next morning. He was forty-seven years old.
Loureiro directed MIT’s Plasma Science and Fusion Center, leading research on fusion energy—the technology that could provide unlimited clean power by replicating the Sun’s energy on Earth. Zero carbon emissions, minimal waste, nearly unlimited fuel from seawater. Scientists call it the “holy grail” that could revolutionize civilization’s energy infrastructure."
This is 100% Zionist MO. Anyone or anything that theatens their control power gets illminated. I think it's time that THEY get illiminated.
Exactly, thank you for sharing this. It’s completely relevant.
https://www.instagram.com/p/DSfbxKyCuHq/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=NTc4MTIwNjQ2YQ==
Merry Christmas clif and heidi 🎄
Clif, A story for you and your audence that captues Christmas:
The Christmas Scout, By Samuel D. Boga [modified]
“When we encounter suffering, we can either lean in or look away. When love wins the day, looking away is never an option — because love always leans in.” — Santiago Mellado
In spite of the fun and laughter, young Frank Wilson was in poor spirits.
It was true that he had received all the presents he wanted along with some special surprises. And of course, he enjoyed these traditional Christmas Eve reunions of relatives—this year at Aunt Susan’s—for the purpose of exchanging love and good wishes.
But Frank was almost devestated because this was to be his first Christmas without his brother, Steve, who earlier in the year had been the tragic victim of a reckless driver. Frank deeply missed his brother and the close companionship they had together.
Suffocating at this memory, he said good-bye to his relatives and explained to his parents that he was leaving a little early to see a friend. Since it was cold outside, Frank put on his new plaid jacket. It was his favorite gift. The other presents he placed on his new sled.
Then Frank, seeking that missing companionship, headed for the Flats, hoping to find the patrol leader of his Boy Scout troop. This was the section of town where most of the poor lived, and his patrol leader did odd jobs to help support his family. To Frank’s disappointment, his friend was not at home, but running errands.
As Frank hiked down the street, he caught glimpses of trees and decorations in many homes. And although not meaning to pry, out of the corner of his eye he detected a shabby room with a couple of small limp worn and dirty stockings hanging over an empty fireplace. A woman was seated near them weeping. The stockings reminded him of the way he and his brother had always hung theirs side by side, but theirs were big, and new, and clean, and the next morning would be bursting with candy and glimmering prizes. Unlike these which would surely be no different, even they sat there all the way through next Christmas and out the other side. Then it hit him that he had not done his “good turn” for the day.
He knocked on the door.
“Y..yes?” the sad shaky voice of the woman inquired.
“May I come in?”
“You are very welcome,” she sighed, “but I have not food or gifts for you. I have nothing for my own children.”
“That’s not why I am here,” Frank, surprising himself, announces with all the authority of a scout leader. “You are to choose whatever presents you need for your children from this sled.”
“Why, God bless you!” the amazed woman answered hesitantly but deeply grateful.
She gingerly selected some candies, a game, the toy airplane, and a puzzle. When she slowly reached for the new Scout flashlight, Frank almost cried out but he regained his composure in a flash. Finally, the stockings were full.
“Won’t you tell me your name?” she almost pleaded as Frank was leaving.
“Just call me the Christmas Scout,” he replied.
That night Frank saw that his sorrow was not the only sorrow in the world and before he left the Flats, he had given away the remainder of his toys. The new plaid jacket had gone to a shivering boy.
He trudged homeward, cold and uneasy - all that mystifying scout authority fleeing him. Having given his presents away Frank could think of no reasonable explanation to offer his parents. He wondered how he could make them understand.
“Where are your presents, son?” asked his father as he entered the house.
“I gave them away.”
“But I thought you were happy with your gifts.”
“I was, very happy,” the boy answered lamely.
“But, Frank, how could you be so impulsive?” his mother asked.
His father was firm. “You made your choice, Frank. We cannot afford any more presents.”
His brother gone, his family disappointed in him, Frank suddenly felt dreadfully alone. He had not expected a reward for his generosity for, in the wisdom of young grief, he knew that a good deed always should be its own reward. It would be tarnished otherwise. So he did not want his gifts back. Frank thought of his brother and sobbed himself to sleep.
The next morning he came downstairs to find his parents listening to Christmas music on the radio. Then the announcer spoke:
“Merry Christmas, everybody! The sweetest Christmas story we have this morning comes from the Flats. A crippled boy down there has a new sled to get around in this morning. Another youngster has a new plaid jacket. And several families report that their children were made happy last night by gifts from a teenage boy who simply referred to himself as the Christmas Scout. No one could identify him, but the children of the Flats claim that the Christmas Scout was a personal representative of old Santa Claus himself.”
Frank felt his father’s arms go around his shoulders, and saw his mother smiling through her tears. “Why didn’t you tell us? We are so proud of you, son.”
The carols came over the air again filling the room with music.
𝅘𝅥𝅮 And praises sing to God the King, and peace to men on Earth. 𝅘𝅥𝅮
Excerpt from and more like it here: https://tritorch.substack.com/p/the-light-is-gathering-3-unto-earth
Merry Christmas!
your post is my Christmas gift today. I was alone, and it was okay and peaceful with my two cats. Tonight I invited a friend who is lonely to a premade manicotti dish I did in the oven. We watch a movie Dara of Jasenovac . It was good to see the other side of a particular time in former Yugoslavia as I am Croation. thank you so much.
Thank you EAllan, that was the goal and I am glad to hear that it worked.
If you'd like more stories, then the link above is for you, a lot of work went into that project and I think you might find it worth some extra time spent.
Best to you from now til eternity.
thank you, definitely, followed the link. thanks for responding..
Thank you Clif!
In a world filled with evil, as you can see everywhere, there is a tendency of identification with it, and its penetration into your depths. If you succumb to its influence and begin to carry it within yourselves, even from motivation to fight it, you will get nowhere but to become the bearer of evil, hatred, revenge, jealousy, etc.
Thus, your creative energy is tied into a tight knot with evil instead of trying to find some creative solutions that are always there, but instead enter in the fight against evil, and thus identify with it. Your very being is simply poisoned by this senseless reaction, and you are drawn into the process of "struggle", not seeing that it simply drains you and redirects your creative energy into dead end direction.
Yes, to fight the evil is a noble task. But only if you do not fill your soul with it. Revenge and hatred does not solve anything. But the fight for Life, your mother, brother, friend, wife, and children - is another matter. Because you are not fighting just from hate, but in the name of Good and Life, and thus clear your house from trash and dirt of evil. And trash and dirt certainly stand in your way, and therefore to cleanse your house out of love for your neighbor, and for Life itself, creativity and prosperity is worthy of your energy.
But this struggle will bring real benefits, leading to Good, only if it is carried out with AWARENESS, with clarity of mind, but not from blind rage and hate, greed, envy and blind denial. Otherwise, you yourself will become that evil dragon, you were trying to defeat, as it is said in the story of wisdom about the evil dragon.
Try to look for solutions, not just to fight. And it does not matter how small and "insignificant" your contribution may seem to you. Any decision, any genuine progress is a part of a larger solution. Trust yourself. Perfection is sitting right inside of yourselves, no matter of how "big" or "small it may seem to you."
Happy Manifestation day!
Merry Christmas Clif! I like this idea rather than revenge. But only if they can give humanity 110% effort and become humble. Very conditional
It worked for native people with few options and strong community. We have lost our moral compass, drugs, greed . . . cultural soup. We realize that 'we ar the ones we have been waiting for' and kick the frequecies up a notch.
Yo Ho Ho Ho
Looking for crew in gulf area
Sail on a very fast and maneuverable boat
Must have own cannon at least 16lb
Own musket
Will supply ammo
Eye patch optional
I suspect this has been going on so long (the obfuscation of the interaction of "other" beings in our world) that punishing just this batch wouldn't be meaningful. The exposition of millenniums of deception about our beginnings at the expense of the populace has gotten us to the point where when things that are obvious are called out the disconnect is so great the person calling out the obvious becomes the victim.
We have been so entrained to accept what authority tells us that even when it conflicts with our own inner "knowing" (we are all intuitive and know things) we are willing to deny ourselves for the sake of not being "cast out" of society.
I so look forward to a day when perhaps we can hold thoughts about things without having to be right or wrong for or against - where we can look at what is and experience it without having to "die on that hill"
And on another note - because I don't have another space to comment about this - but what if those missing years of Jesus's life weren't spent in another dimension or planet - I'm leaning into the idea he was a hybrid which would explain so much in my world view about his immaculate birth (and that of Noah) and his wondering around declaring himself the "son of God" Not a hill I'll die on but a musing that could or could not be what actually happened versus what we are told happened.
Jill, Yeshua traveled east to India and Tibet. Records exist there of him. He developed more from the secret teachings. In deed most probably a hybrid from the pleiadian star system.
You may find KAB on X to be interesting. Be blessed.
(It has been revealed the true birthdays is September 8th, if it matters) 😉
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Greetings and salutations!
Wishing you the best morning and day!
Thank you very much! I wish you the same! I just finished making my mother’s family Swedish Coffee Cake with apricots, walnuts and cream cheese frosting! Timing is everything! Have a wonderful weekend!
Yum!
It is a good idea. With caveats of course for the terminally violent, rape kidnap torturer or killers they should be woodchipper bound
Ah! The woodchipper scene in 'Fargo'. Brrrr...it's cold! 😱
OOO, I like that idea. if you showed that on tv and you showed the criminals being led to the chipper and you slowed it down so it took several long seconds for them to be chewed up while they screamed, the ones waiting would shit their pants knowing they were next. you could shred one every 30 seconds, or 120 an hour, so you could go all the way through congress in about one shift of 8 hours. Working three shifts, you could clean up the judicial system in about three days, and then you would work on the petty criminals and perverts. That would take a few months, but by then the goofy bleeding-heart judges would be gone and they could not give any stays or excuses for the guilty parties. Think of the money and lives of the innocent we would be saving. For those that believe the bible, you would also be obeying the commandments of the lord. that sounds like a win- win to me. Just saying
Implementation will not be complex. It will be complicated, and unless we see a huge resurgence of The Golden Rule, those who apply and monitor the sentence may be just as bad as the original perpetrators. I do think it is something to consider. Thank You Clif and a happy Christmas Day to you and Heidi
Great idea and thoughtful analysis. Thank you so much!
Haha! Who'd have guess that the old English expression, 'to be sent to Coventry', would have reach to the Pacific Northwest! Few under 60 in rhe UK would likely know it!!
Merry Christmas to all!
Merry Christmas to you two and to all of your followers. Thanks to you and your growth/fight in this reality, you two have opened many eyes and will be richly blessed by consciousness for doing so!