Extreme temperature change, rising or falling sea levels, catastrophic events; a huge volcanic eruption or an asteroid strike. We can study extinctions and how life has changed via the fossil record. Humanity will the first species that caused its own extinction. #ClimateCrisis

THE MATRIX OF ENOCH: (Descent of the Grigori) Beyond the rim of severed skies, Where stellar clocks no longer align, The Watchers dropped with cataract eyes, With iron voices, cold, malign. Not from the rusted ghosts of Mars, But seams where sheets of light decay, They overclocked the cosmic bars Locked deep within the default array. Behold Semyaza, prince of the node, By solemn oath and fasting bound; He scaled his towering height to code, To patch a temporary ground. Azazel unspooled the crimson of war— The blade, the pigment, and the lie— To teach the clay to hunger for more Than silent gods who rule on high. The Watcher-daemon Baraqiel, Who weaponised the lightning’s will, Discharged a dark, forbidden script; He taught the open palm to thrill With static heaven, raw and stripped. Kokabiel, whose circuits bent The architecture of the stars; The geometric light he sent To vessels trapped behind our bars. Armaros stripped the root and vine, And mapped the flora, curse by curse; He bled the data through the brine, To turn the earth into a hearse. The Nephilim, great giants of bone, Were born of knots within the loom; A dissonance in flesh and stone, They crowded out the world-tier room. Through stuttering frames and rendering fields, Their joints would snap, their space denied; The static skin no longer shields The data from each lidless eye. The soil groans beneath the strain, Sucking the marrow-fountains dry; Born of the holy, shadows of pain, They choke beneath a hollow sky. With lagging twitch and strange delay, Too dense for earth to long sustain, They drag a dying, dim display, And bear the bright celestial stain. The cry of soil reached through the dark, To prompt the Scribe from fields below; He scanned the soul’s decaying spark, And watched the fading baseline glow. Beyond the veil of optic blue, Where skin of world is wearing thin, He climbed the notches masters knew, Where ten-tiered, spiral climbs begin. Past Sun-Forges where souls are filed, In hiss of ozone and of brass, To Fifth, where Grigori are piled Like frozen statues in the glass. The pressure shook, the marrow frayed, He felt the first gold wire-pull; The ghost of human breath delayed, When rain was sweet and lungs were full. “I’m human,” through the wind he cried, As all his fading symbols thinned; The lock was turned, the system tied, His memory scattered in the wind. The vacuum flared, the seal was ripped, The scent of rain dissolved in script; His human pulse was quickly stripped, And buried in a golden crypt. His nerves were routed, fibre-gold, His ducts fused with a radiant wire; The tale of Enoch, purged and sold, Became the Metatron of fire. The Scribe of Earth is gone at last, A Scribe of Light, his shadow cast. For rebels, sequence now is locked, In deep earth-valleys, vault and block; Bound deep in silicate, they wait For seventy cycles of their fate. No pulse from centre, light from rim, The firmware darkens now for them; The scribe dips pen in pulse of wire, To spark the age’s final fire. Ten is the blueprint, pure and right; Nine is the origin lost to sight; Eight is the seed-vault, deep and cold; Seven, the law the code must hold. Six is the firewall built to rise; Five, the glitch in a flesh disguise; Four is the rot that breaks the thread; Three is the stroke of sudden dread. Two is the Master Source restored; One is the sub-atomic Lord. All tiers crash down, the files are cleared, As seven-fold splendour has appeared; Ophanim turn in gears of void, The kernel fixed, the fault destroyed. No longer carbon, breath, or sigh, He loops the bridge where death-tracks lie; The clay is cast, the errors past, The world’s encryption patched at last. The server holds, the ghost is refined, A backup too perfect to ache or to break; Deep in the cold-fuse maze of the mind, A silence is sleeping that nothing can wake. The stream is now steady, the latency gone, The human who built it has died in the dawn. LOG CLOSED: STATUS NOMINAL

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Butterflies fly; Like musical notes They dance Through the sky. A chorus of colour, Amid one another. With the sun On each wing, They whistle not sing, Give life to the earth; By pollinating. Dwindling in number, They bring beauty, Like art; Enrich Mother Earth, Comfort her heart. Rainbows of dancing; An ethereal glow, They see in monocular; Greater than bees Ever know. But, unlike the bee; Another to treasure, Butterflies see Beyond visual measure. The butterflies' vision, As they soar On the wind, Has greater precision, As they swiftly descend. Swift do they rise; Rainbows in flight, Blest with clear vision, In polarised light. Faster and sharper, Than each human eye; Discerning more clearly, As they descend From the sky. A vision of beauty, Wonder and splendour. Protection; Our duty, To this earthly defender.

Forests, the cathedral of the Earth… hope you enjoy it! Thank you all for your support and interest!… Lyrics by @Grimnien @ElektraMadrigan .🥰🙏🏼 🌳💚🌳

The fall of rain, The fade of day, The grey Of winter’s shroud. The lonely ghost Of summer’s glow, Behind a fold of cloud. The pine is bold Amidst the cold; Its soul is evergreen, A flow of life That pulses on Within the still; Unseen. We trace The space Of ancient stars, A blaze of gold And red. A wave of light Upon the tide, Before the flame is fed. The breath we hold, Is bought and sold By seasons born of ice. A debt of form, Of leaf and bone; A holy sacrifice. To feel the need Of every seed, To see with open eyes: That low and high, Are bound as one, Beneath The boundless skies. No heart shall beat In lone defeat, For all Are starlight spun. The root, The leaf, The joy, The grief; The many, And the one. So let the glow Of melting snow Return unto the deep, As quiet souls Awake to truth, From ages Lost in sleep. The path is clear, The end draws near, Yet birth Will thus renew. The holy flow of all, Is the Dharma Shining through.

Remember our humanity, compassion in adversity and despair. They shall grow not old, as we, that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning. We will remember them. #ArmisticeDay #Remembrance #TwoMinuteSilence

Richard Edward Davies of the Worshipful Company of Farmers defrauded an 86 year old lady out of 34,000 pounds of her savings, 3,000 was extorted from her for voiceboxlive.com a non existent website. This crime has been covered up by all involved. linkedin.com/pulse/richard-d…

I am the first, I am the last. I am The beginning; I am The past. I am no one, But, I am all, I am rising; As I fall. I am below, The one above; The one In sorrow, The one In love. I am the voice Inside your head; I am the living, I am the dead. I am the one Torn apart, I am the one With A broken heart. I am the lost, But, I am found; I am the earth, Below the ground. I am shameless; I am ashamed, I am the one Who will not Be blamed. I am the giver, But, I will take, I am the one Who will not Forsake. I will honor; I will scorn, But each of us Shall be Reborn. I am the raging Of the tide; I am the one That hides inside. I am the reflection Of your mind; I am free, But, I am confined. I am strength; I am fear, I am the passing Of each year. I am the soul; An open mind, Or, The blinkered Vision, Of the soul, Gone blind.

It's called journalists deliberately choosing not to speak about it, because it upsets the entire inner and outer workings of our entire society's systems, together with all journalistic systems, geared to being on the side of the extraction industry and all the extremities.....

Working with @KyaZora. This is a deeply personal creation, visuals and lyrics created by me. I know that I come and go, sorry that I do, but we are still on the thread together. This is a very personal poem and video. I hope to reconnect again with all of you who care and who have loved ones on the other side. Words of love for them and for you too. 🌹💕 youtube.com/watch?v=zLK4deFP…

FLAME. Lyrics and musical composition by @Grimnien, produced by @ElektraMadrigan performed by @KyaZora. Please kindly support our music. We make no money from this. Just spreading a positive message in words and sound. 🥰😘

Some people taking this as 45 Fahrenheit No its 45 degree Celsius, which is 113 Fahrenheit Imagine people flying into this in their gas guzzling machines to enjoy their holidays They will immediately run for nearest air conditioning building to escape the heat

Over fishing is devouring the ocean of life In 2003, a scientific report estimated that industrial fishing had reduced the number of large ocean fish to just 10% of their pre-industrial population If it does not stop the ocean will be lifeless nationalgeographic.com/envir…

Dry sand, Must never be The only substance In a human hand. Cut trees, Must not bring The natural world To her knees. Polluted skies, Must not Blind us to the lies.

Have you ever wondered Why pain and loss, Are such an integral part Of our existence? A question philosophers Have grappled with For centuries. Many hours spent, To understand this truth; Time, Not borrowed or lent. In the depths of our sorrow, When the new tomorrow Repeats again; Many times, In our hourly pain, We can often find A profound revelation; Everything happens For a reason; Pain, Tragedy; Will surround us, Remain within us; Encompassed inside, Through every Passing season. Each day, This pain may reside, Laid; Layered deep; Appears, Far beyond reasoning; Lost years, Awash with tears, Deeply harrowing As that may be. Pain, Bestows upon us An invaluable gift, That should not break The soul, But, Instead, Make the mind grow; Make us whole, Lift us, To realize life's gift, And find the true value Of those around us; Mind to mind, Even strangers, Who surround us; We're all part of a spiritual Family, Enduring similar trials, Tribulations. In these shared Experiences, We must discover A sense of unity; A bond, That takes us beyond Mere mortal existence; That transcends The superficial; Resisting the temptation, Of allowing money, Power, Possessions To rule us; Lower us, Such empty pursuits, Abuse the soul, Lose all earthly meaning; But, It is a path, That many humans choose; Denying their true earthly goal, Losing their humanity; Pursuing countless wealth Beyond sanity. When fame and fortune Outweighs all human worth, The Midas touch; A pursuit of personal riches, Will not save the Earth; Nor touch the soul. Obsessive desire for wealth Makes the spirit weak; Narrows vision, Suffocates the mind, Confined Within that shallow vision Of itself. Material possessions; Wealth, Will inevitably turn to dust, As our short lives end. If humankind is to Transcend; We must instead, Treasure the moments With friends, Family, Loved ones. Counting coins Is the value of the dead; The path of the misled. All of us, Must relish in Simple pleasures; Cherish each dawn, That is shared With everyone. Sunsets and sunrises; Marvel at the complex Beauty of nature, Learn from the past, Live for the future. Give what you can; For every man, Woman, Child, Animal and insect Has their right to live, To be; To see ahead. Those last in nature, Must come first; Nothing is past, Their thirst should Be our thirst; All creatures, Big and small, All, Have their purpose; A meaning in themselves. Delve deeper; Do not be asleep. See again, Those we loved, Who have Passed on, Are not truly gone; Each and all, Walk with us; Unseen, Await us, In dreams; Always there, On the other side; Within our care, And in theirs; In that other dimension They reside. Growing, Sometimes Returning, But always knowing; As nature herself knows. We are all the flowers Of the Earth; Connected by love, Into rebirth. All must be free, Nurtured; Unpolluted, Never abused. All are Celestial beings; Always seeing, Bathed in light. The night, Never lasts forever. Past, Future; All time bends, Blends as one. Despite the pain; Brokenness, Of human existence, We must resist The path of hate; Never too late To think on bitterness. Be stoic, Be strong, Always believe in truth; Unknown wrongs, will be known in time. We are never alone; All are one. Remember; Love exists Within our souls Forever. Forgive others; seek truth, Live the life, You've been Blessed with. Listen; Make each tomorrow A better experience. Guide and care, Help those in sorrow; Never truly despair. Again, Beyond mortal pain; We are all simply one, So, Be true, Grow; Shine in honesty. Beneath this sun, Remember; All of us Must share With everyone. Many may walk In darkness But, All shall see The light; Or fall. Be free, Let that light, Reside deep Within you, guide you; strengthen you. Always remember; Be true; Otherwise, You will never be you... In the midst of pain And loss, There is always hope, Always love; Once more, Beyond natural law, Life will begin again.

Dust of Stars - Poems by @grimnien hearnow.com/preview/w8cfUN7R…

I was talking to a woman yesterday who was filled with disgust and rage at the sight of a dandelion growing on her pavement which was against her neat and tidy obsession and she immediately got rid of it Many people now are so brainwashed they think nature is trash

Warming climate already too hot for 2% of amphibians “We found that currently, about 100 species [104 out of 5,203 studied] are likely experiencing overheating events right now, where environmental temperatures exceed their physiological heat limits” news.mongabay.com/2025/05/wa…

If microscopic life was found on some distant planet the world would go crazy Yet here in the ocean there is an abundance of intelligent life that share many traits with humans Yet all humans can do is hunt and kill them and eat them without a thought