**King Daniel** He had no palace He had no kingdom He did not sit on a throne He wore no golden crown He bore no costly titles as a sign of exaltation Daniel was a star among the stars who shared his light with humankind and earth He was a flower in a forest of trees an orchid in a garden of clovers and roses For Daniel, every person was a pearl, a treasure unique and of equal worth But his people cast him out in the name of a faith because he wore women’s garments and colored his hair in the colors of the rainbow You must do this, you must do that, you must behave, you must listen, you must obey, you must believe, and if you don’t, then you’re worth nothing to us, then we don’t want to see you anymore, then you can just drop dead on your face, then you can figure it out for yourself That poor, dear Daniel, so good and kind he was, was cast out because he believed in himself Daniel found refuge in the cave of outcast souls, where he was embraced as one to share love and sorrow together lovingly There the muses sang and danced, the rich and the poor, the lonely, the wanderers and the alienated, young and old, each in their own creative way, in a delightful haze of myrrh, enjoying sweet wines, mead, water from the spring, and barley beer When the feast was over around three o’clock, in the middle of the night, everyone took leave of one another, greeted by the smile of the bright full moon It was peacefully quiet in the city when the sun rose on the horizon to bestow light and warmth on all that blooms and lives on earth A muse awoke in her flowerbed adorned with roses and lilies of the valley The minstrel played with his lute a joyful ode to the muse, to life and freedom A vagabond awoke by the canals where he fed the ducklings some currant bread The people greeted him kindly and gave him some small change and sweet cookies A beautifully decorated boat came sailing by with a dancing company of all colors and sizes The vagabond waved, and they waved back, feasting together, sharing happiness in that one beautiful language of hearts At the peace monument on the grand square people from a multitude of lands and cultures gathered to celebrate and enjoy the cozy togetherness Suddenly a golden coach clattered by, full of splendor and grandeur, pulled by sweating horses over the richly adorned cobblestone streets The people could only laugh when a king began tossing out candies wrapped in orange paper, to show how rich, good, and generous he was And the muses sang and danced together to the rhythm of everyone’s hearts, and the angelic choirs sang beautiful songs against the backdrop of heavenly blue beauty Seven days later, the muses heard that Daniel had left the city They asked everyone in the circle if they knew where he was, but no one had seen or heard from him since the week before The last one who had seen him could only testify that Daniel had kindly asked to be left alone, to dream in the cave of color and lights "a pilgrim with a crooked hat had given him some kind of magic potion and told him that by taking it, all his wishes would come true in an endlessly beautiful dream" The minstrel didn’t know either and said: "I don’t know where he is, the last time I saw him he reassuringly told me, ‘be yourself, be free, live and let be, that’s how you, just like me, fit in perfectly’" According to the vagabond from the park, Daniel had been beaten up by people with clubs at a demonstration on the Malieveld, after which he had fled in fear The community that had cast Daniel out declared that Daniel had run away out of discontent They didn’t want to know anything more about it because they were busy collecting donations Daniel, to everyone’s sorrow, unannounced and so unexpectedly, had set off on a journey to a distant land, even further away than the sun, the stars, and the moon The muses now kept watch by the cave where, in a wreath of sweet flowers, lights shone through bitter tears, merging with the vast sea Why did he go? Where did he go? Our Daniel, and where were you? the muse asked The last witness was the first she asked, he spoke no word After the silence that followed, a voice said: "he has gone to dream forever" Then the angels from heaven sang: "be comforted, in the heavenly clouds he will be happy for all eternity," bearing witness to the mystery of the Heavenly Kingdom Stan Rams Amsterdam 8 August 2025 --- #poetry #poezie

In Japan, all love trees / all trees are sacred If trees are in the path of urban development or road construction, it's practice to relocate them rather than cut them down. The Portland Japanese Garden undertook a project where trees were lifted out by a special crane for root balling and then moved to a nursery. The careful handling ensured the trees' health during the relocation process. red-heart :smiling-face-with-halo:

For those who refuse to open their eyes and see, this may be hard to understand, huge trees it’s impossible to not see. If the news is nothing but lies, the history we have been taught is nothing but lies, what else have we been lied to about? They lied about everything during centuries !

Baobab, is a prehistoric species which predates both mankind and splitting of continents over 200 million years ago. Baobabs (Adansonia) are distinctive trees with incredibly large trunks. They can store tremendous amounts of water, as their trunks noticeably swell during the rainy season. Baobab trees grow in 32 African countries. The big tree known for its longevity and some specimens in Africa have been dated to between 1100-2500 years old and reach up to 30m high and up to an enormous 50m in circumference. #tree #trees #boom #bomen #wonderendernatuur

Grizzly Giant tree, in front of which US cavalry soldiers posed in 1900, still stands today and is estimated to be around 3000 years old. Grizzly Giant is oldest tree in Mariposa Grove, which is Yosemite National Park's largest grove of giant sequoias, containing hundreds of mature trees.

Assyrian (gypsum-alabaster) Relief Panel (883–859 BC) - Iraq : This panel from the Northwest Palace at Nimrud (ancient Kalhu) depicts a winged supernatural figure. Such figures appear throughout the palace, sometimes flanking either the figure of the Assyrian king or a stylized "sacred tree." The reliefs were painted, but today almost none of the original pigment survives. However, the reliefs themselves retain incredible detail, including intricate incised designs on many of the figures’ clothing. The figure depicted on the panel is eagle-headed and faces left, holding in his left hand a bucket and in his right hand a cone whose exact nature is unclear. One suggestion has been that the gesture, sometimes performed by figures flanking a sacred tree, is symbolic of fertilization: the "cone" resembles the male date spathe used by Mesopotamian farmers to artificially fertilize female date-palm trees. It does seem likely that the cone was supposed to hold and dispense water from the bucket in this way, but it is described in Akkadian as a "purifier," and the fact that figures performing this gesture are also shown flanking the king suggests that some purifying or protective meaning is present. The figure is richly dressed, with jewelry including a collar whose front bead appears pomegranate-shaped, a further collar with pendant tassels, armlets, and bracelets, one artificially reversed so that the large central rosette symbols, associated with divinity and perhaps particularly with the goddess Ishtar, are visible on both. Although we cannot know how these elements were originally painted, excavated parallels include elaborate jewelry in gold, inlaid with semi-precious stones. The figure carries two knives, tucked into a belt with their handles visible at chest level. The figures are supernatural but do not represent any of the great gods. Rather, they are part of the vast supernatural population that for ancient Mesopotamians animated every aspect of the world. They appear as either eagle-headed or human-headed and wear a horned crown to indicate divinity. Both types of figure usually have wings. Because of their resemblance to groups of figurines buried under doorways for protection whose identities are known through ritual texts, it has been suggested that the figures in the palace reliefs represent the apkallu, wise sages from the distant past. This may indeed be one level of their symbolism, but protective figures of this kind are likely to have held multiple meanings and mythological connections. Figures such as this continued to be depicted in later Assyrian palaces, though less frequently. Only in the Northwest Palace do they form such a dominant feature of the relief program. (236.2 x 177.8 x 10.8 cm) MET Museum - (not on view) https://x.com/histories_arch/status/1829461681811988600

Many people now what is making us sick Our bodies have a cyclical detox process to cleansing itself from all the toxins and debris we breathe in and are exposed to everyday which accumulates in the body. Our bodies must break these things down and periodically purge them out via the symptoms we experience. As for “contagion.” Sometimes people who live in the same household, community, state, even country, may detox around the same time because they are exposed to the same environment, pollutants and toxins in the water, food, air, pharmaceuticals, etc. Just as trees, which we have a symbiotic relationship with, shed their leaves periodically, we too must shed the mucus in our lungs and respiratory system periodically to maintaining good health. #detox Ontgifting / eet en leef gezond / The key is to avoid or minimize toxins in our environment. Take good care

the Sequoia National park, home to the biggest trees in the world

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I found out, combinations of chems are causing #hiv and #cancer (and resistence),such as chems in medicines, jabs, and synthetic drugs, also chems and toxic substances in the air(multinationals pollution) from burning trees and chemtrails they spraying worldwide https://twitter.com/LaurenceSterre/status/1607792865333379073