Heatwave. Read this very carefully. If old enough, think back on your own history and experience of hot summer days. Factor in the many reasons people can succumb to hot weather. I have lived through - when young, and now older - many hot weather periods, above 95. A certain amount of knowledge with intelligence can help one figure out ways to keep the body cool. Unless, of course, one lives in a place that doesn’t allow freedom to do those things, or even know about them. Ninety-five can be uncomfortable, but not as dangerous as this article alludes to. Seems to be some warming - uhm…fear of warming input.
READER WARNING: DISTRESSING AND DISTURBING STORY; READER DISCRETION HIGHLY ADVISED: Strange how you should have included a story about a 13 month old THAT dies after being run over by mom. A similar event flooded my memory just a few days ago.
It was the 4th of July 1994 and I was spending the day with my girlfriend and her friend at a popular lake in Western PA called Keystone Lake State Park. The sky was cloudless and a shade of cobalt blue rarely seen anymore in this age. We were grilling and minding our own business next to a group of rowdy people in the next grove whose behavior was being fueled by a half keg of beer.
There was boisterous laughter and occasional fights accompanied with loud profanity. They were the group nobody wanted to be beside, the group that disrupted the peace of the place. We were a few groves away and I was fishing when suddenly, there was major commotion centered in the grass next to a van. We could sense that something was very wrong.
I looked and saw people moving quickly away from the center of attention with their hands covering their faces and wailing, several saying "oh my God!" I don't recall making the decision to go and see what was going on but suddenly my legs were carrying me as fast as I could get to the scene, the whole time thinking that perhaps I don't want to see what I'm about to see.
My girl, Darlene and her friend Bethy ran with me and when we got to the van I looked down in sad and sickening horror. There on the grass was a toddler boy lying under the van, his head freshly run over by the left front tire of the van DRIVEN BY HIS MOTHER. The little guy was gasping for breath and there was a little blood coming from his ear.
My girl and her friend were registered nurses and I and two others held up a blanket around the front of the van so nobody could see as they attended to the boy as they had both been trained. Someone held a flashlight over the scene. It was now getting dark and I looked over toward the lake and saw the mother of the boy sitting on top of a big rock by the water, looking up at the full moon and crying, most undoubtedly to God.
As I held the blanket, I looked around at the surroundings. A day - a holiday when people gather for summer fun, fireworks, food and laughter, Badminton and carefree times, creating lasting memories to be recalled in future years. I could hear fireworks popping and whistling being set off by people in other groves around the park, far away from the grim reality of this scene.
I felt a strange sense of peace, not about me but about the place. I was 32 and at a time in my life when I was just turning back to God from over a decade of seeking pleasure for myself, yet I never felt God's presence stronger than that sad evening on the fourth of July.
I knew what that peace was. It was the angels of God accompanying that little soul to God in Heaven and the sadness left me for a second or two as I realized this little child was in a much better place now. No pain, no crying, no sadness, just peace. The peace was palpable for a few moments just before the helicopter arrived. Babies go directly to be with Jesus if they die before the age of accountability.
I'll never forget that scene nor the image of poor Nicholas Bell, only 18 months old lying under that van with tire tracks on his face. It wasn't particularly gruesome, I mean the bloody kind however it was exceptionally gruesome just for knowing what had happened. He wasn't covered in blood with a noticeably crushed skull, just the bit of blood coming from his right ear, he just lay there on his left side little arm outstretched gasping, his eyes wide and unblinking, staring straight ahead.
Soon, the life-flight helicopter landed nearby and the paramedics took over. Stunned and grief stricken, we packed up our things and went home. Not much was said in the car on the way, we all were thinking the same thing-we just witnessed a very untimely death. My girl called the hospital a few hours later and learned that the little boy didn't make it.
Here in Cal, along with most of the northern hemisphere, we were about 20 degrees F below the average for our entire spring. Not to mention the number of cloud-covered days was way way way higher than normal - been living here a long time and nothing like it.
I will have my 69th birthday on Friday. the world is upside down and truly a cult for sure. Men dressing as women winning female beauty pageants...and women contestants applauding. Could this be contributing to the reason men are not marrying women anymore? Just one more thing...strange world.
Giullian Barre syndrome is an adverse side effect to injections including the “flu” injections and others. The rise is because many received the toxic potentially lethal gene altering injections “for C19”, additionally the Pharmatocracy has come out with a “bivalent” toxic potentially lethal gene altering flu injection.
In 2019, Peru also declared a similar health emergency due to an outbreak of Guillain-Barré Syndrome. As with many different autoimmune disorders, the trigger is usually a viral or bacterial infection. In 2019, the Peruvian outbreak was caused by the bacteria Campylobacter jejuni, the most common cause of food poisoning worldwide.
Here's our current temp in the northern Chihuahuan desert, on her floor.
A crisp 150°+F! It has been this way nearly every Summer, To A Degree.
It will get hotter yet!
If a person is savvy, this is nothing but one of life's LITTLE hurdles, but if ignorant or stupid, these temps can and will kill such, if tempted to.
A few simple, common sense things that I do is 1) stay hydrated, 2) dampen a handkerchief and put it around my neck when I care to, 3) wear proper clothing, such as a hat and light colored cotton, long sleeve shirt, and 4) take a 'siesta' during the extreme hours of heat, completing my days work in the morning and the evening.... Nothing to worry about, nor be afraid of, but something to endure.
To further baffle the soft, squishy minds of the disbelieving, you may notice that I am barefoot. I also do not have A/C, or electric fans (I do use old fashioned handheld fans), nor do I use a refrigerator, but roll with the Natural Flow, which undeniably has made me vastly more adaptive than my fully domesticated city-dwelling cousins.
Begin exercising your bodies now, and it won't be as much of a shock in the coming days of continuing madness and despair.
The 13-month old toddler item. I cannot begin to imagine living with that kind of guilt all of one’s life. I’m in my mid 70’s, two very grown adult offspring (uh - am I “allowed” to use that word?), and still carry measures of guilt for mistakes that come nowhere near the magnitude of that one. (Guilt is a side effect of parenting that no one tells about.). I hold that young mother as well as the parents of the baby that died in the hot car, and all such situations, in my heart.
Heatwave. Read this very carefully. If old enough, think back on your own history and experience of hot summer days. Factor in the many reasons people can succumb to hot weather. I have lived through - when young, and now older - many hot weather periods, above 95. A certain amount of knowledge with intelligence can help one figure out ways to keep the body cool. Unless, of course, one lives in a place that doesn’t allow freedom to do those things, or even know about them. Ninety-five can be uncomfortable, but not as dangerous as this article alludes to. Seems to be some warming - uhm…fear of warming input.
READER WARNING: DISTRESSING AND DISTURBING STORY; READER DISCRETION HIGHLY ADVISED: Strange how you should have included a story about a 13 month old THAT dies after being run over by mom. A similar event flooded my memory just a few days ago.
It was the 4th of July 1994 and I was spending the day with my girlfriend and her friend at a popular lake in Western PA called Keystone Lake State Park. The sky was cloudless and a shade of cobalt blue rarely seen anymore in this age. We were grilling and minding our own business next to a group of rowdy people in the next grove whose behavior was being fueled by a half keg of beer.
There was boisterous laughter and occasional fights accompanied with loud profanity. They were the group nobody wanted to be beside, the group that disrupted the peace of the place. We were a few groves away and I was fishing when suddenly, there was major commotion centered in the grass next to a van. We could sense that something was very wrong.
I looked and saw people moving quickly away from the center of attention with their hands covering their faces and wailing, several saying "oh my God!" I don't recall making the decision to go and see what was going on but suddenly my legs were carrying me as fast as I could get to the scene, the whole time thinking that perhaps I don't want to see what I'm about to see.
My girl, Darlene and her friend Bethy ran with me and when we got to the van I looked down in sad and sickening horror. There on the grass was a toddler boy lying under the van, his head freshly run over by the left front tire of the van DRIVEN BY HIS MOTHER. The little guy was gasping for breath and there was a little blood coming from his ear.
My girl and her friend were registered nurses and I and two others held up a blanket around the front of the van so nobody could see as they attended to the boy as they had both been trained. Someone held a flashlight over the scene. It was now getting dark and I looked over toward the lake and saw the mother of the boy sitting on top of a big rock by the water, looking up at the full moon and crying, most undoubtedly to God.
As I held the blanket, I looked around at the surroundings. A day - a holiday when people gather for summer fun, fireworks, food and laughter, Badminton and carefree times, creating lasting memories to be recalled in future years. I could hear fireworks popping and whistling being set off by people in other groves around the park, far away from the grim reality of this scene.
I felt a strange sense of peace, not about me but about the place. I was 32 and at a time in my life when I was just turning back to God from over a decade of seeking pleasure for myself, yet I never felt God's presence stronger than that sad evening on the fourth of July.
I knew what that peace was. It was the angels of God accompanying that little soul to God in Heaven and the sadness left me for a second or two as I realized this little child was in a much better place now. No pain, no crying, no sadness, just peace. The peace was palpable for a few moments just before the helicopter arrived. Babies go directly to be with Jesus if they die before the age of accountability.
I'll never forget that scene nor the image of poor Nicholas Bell, only 18 months old lying under that van with tire tracks on his face. It wasn't particularly gruesome, I mean the bloody kind however it was exceptionally gruesome just for knowing what had happened. He wasn't covered in blood with a noticeably crushed skull, just the bit of blood coming from his right ear, he just lay there on his left side little arm outstretched gasping, his eyes wide and unblinking, staring straight ahead.
Soon, the life-flight helicopter landed nearby and the paramedics took over. Stunned and grief stricken, we packed up our things and went home. Not much was said in the car on the way, we all were thinking the same thing-we just witnessed a very untimely death. My girl called the hospital a few hours later and learned that the little boy didn't make it.
thank you
BULLING OF CRAP.
Here in Cal, along with most of the northern hemisphere, we were about 20 degrees F below the average for our entire spring. Not to mention the number of cloud-covered days was way way way higher than normal - been living here a long time and nothing like it.
Odd that China and Russia have bomb shelters for their populace.US does not.
Love your work! 👍
I will have my 69th birthday on Friday. the world is upside down and truly a cult for sure. Men dressing as women winning female beauty pageants...and women contestants applauding. Could this be contributing to the reason men are not marrying women anymore? Just one more thing...strange world.
Always great content, but I would like to see more content about Big Mike!
https://photos.app.goo.gl/kqBV584qKFNFA5V17
Manuel, I know that this doesn't pertain to today's stories, but I want to get it out there while it is still a topic.
Cheers!
Giullian Barre syndrome is an adverse side effect to injections including the “flu” injections and others. The rise is because many received the toxic potentially lethal gene altering injections “for C19”, additionally the Pharmatocracy has come out with a “bivalent” toxic potentially lethal gene altering flu injection.
So sad about the homes in California
Not sure if I were the Kentucky farmer, I would have told a soul...at least not yet, and certainly not ALL of it.
In 2019, Peru also declared a similar health emergency due to an outbreak of Guillain-Barré Syndrome. As with many different autoimmune disorders, the trigger is usually a viral or bacterial infection. In 2019, the Peruvian outbreak was caused by the bacteria Campylobacter jejuni, the most common cause of food poisoning worldwide.
http://allnewspipeline.com/These_Common_Places_Become_Death_Traps_When_SHTF.php
More Scariness! But also some Food for Thought, so use wise discernment.
https://photos.app.goo.gl/n1NNXKW2Y4bsDJQp6
Here's our current temp in the northern Chihuahuan desert, on her floor.
A crisp 150°+F! It has been this way nearly every Summer, To A Degree.
It will get hotter yet!
If a person is savvy, this is nothing but one of life's LITTLE hurdles, but if ignorant or stupid, these temps can and will kill such, if tempted to.
A few simple, common sense things that I do is 1) stay hydrated, 2) dampen a handkerchief and put it around my neck when I care to, 3) wear proper clothing, such as a hat and light colored cotton, long sleeve shirt, and 4) take a 'siesta' during the extreme hours of heat, completing my days work in the morning and the evening.... Nothing to worry about, nor be afraid of, but something to endure.
To further baffle the soft, squishy minds of the disbelieving, you may notice that I am barefoot. I also do not have A/C, or electric fans (I do use old fashioned handheld fans), nor do I use a refrigerator, but roll with the Natural Flow, which undeniably has made me vastly more adaptive than my fully domesticated city-dwelling cousins.
Begin exercising your bodies now, and it won't be as much of a shock in the coming days of continuing madness and despair.
Love for the Children, Honor for Truth
The 13-month old toddler item. I cannot begin to imagine living with that kind of guilt all of one’s life. I’m in my mid 70’s, two very grown adult offspring (uh - am I “allowed” to use that word?), and still carry measures of guilt for mistakes that come nowhere near the magnitude of that one. (Guilt is a side effect of parenting that no one tells about.). I hold that young mother as well as the parents of the baby that died in the hot car, and all such situations, in my heart.