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The things I've seen, God damn. My morning today began with a cold splash of water to the face. I bolted upright, gasping to see Erickson standing in my room with some security.
“Good morning, Gus, I hope you slept well.”
I had especially since we'd spent the last few nights before then outside, but I chose not to comment on that.
“Where’s Drake?” I inquired.
“All in due time, my friend. I can assure you he is doing fine. Now, I'm sure you must be famished.”
Erickson snapped his fingers and someone stepped forward, extending what appeared to be a chocolate protein shake, an apple, a banana, and a strawberry multigrain bar. I stared at both hesitantly.
“Come, now, do you think I would go through all this trouble just to poison you here? I'm more creative than that.”
“What are you planning on doing with us then?”
All I received in return was a knowing smile. I took the food and then Erickson and the others left. The first bite I took broke the dam on my hunger. I scarfed down the rest of it, chasing it with the protein shake. As soon as I finished, the door opened again.
“Did you enjoy your breakfast?” Erickson asked.
“Yeah, it was alright, I guess.”
Erickson stared at me, smiling.
“Is something supposed to happen?” I asked after several moments of awkward silence.
His expression faltered and he turned to one of the guards.
“You did remember to drug his food, correct?”
“Yes sir, I made sure of it.”
“What pills did you use?”
The guard thought for a moment.
“The white flat round ones, sir.”
“You, idiot,” Erickson snapped, chastizing him, “those were the caffeine pills.”
He let out a sigh of annoyance.
“Knock him out again,” he ordered with a dismissive hand wave.
Once again, my face got acquainted with the butt of a rifle. This time I woke up in a dimly lit room. The first thing I noticed when my vision cleared was the reflection of flurocensent lights on the floor. The second was Drake picking himself up. He ran over, helping me up.
“Gus, are you okay?”
“I’ve been better. What about you?”
“They drugged me.”
“Same, except they gave me the wrong thing and then hit me in the face again.”
“Damn, that sucks, man.”
“It’s about to get worse,” Erickson interrupted from behind, making us jump.
We whirled around to find Erickson standing behind what we originally thought to be a mirror. In front of him was a control panel. With him was Schneider and the woman who looked like Hilary Clinton.
“Apologies for not bringing you here last night. This took more time to set up than we planned,”
“That’s it,” Drake said, raising his voice. “Why don’t you quit jerking us around?”
“Drake, such vulgar language, but if you insist. All questions shall be answered.”
He explained what happened to him following his arrest two years ago.
“To think, me the genius would have to spend half a year in that filthy penitentiary. They even took away my beloved.”
My empathy goes out to whoever had to share a cell with that man.
“How did you escape?” I asked.
“I can answer that,” Schneider replied. “You see, Erickson and I used to be college roommates.”
“Was he a fucking nut back then too?” Drake interrupted.
Erickson shot him a glare as Schneider went on, ignoring the interjection.
“Even back then, it was clear his intelligence far exceeded that of his peers which is why I’ve been funding his research. When I heard of his arrest, I came to visit him in prison. There, we set this all up and the first step was me becoming mayor of your town.”
“Wait, that doesn’t make any sense,” I said. “How did you know which town we were living in?”
“There’s a saying,” Erickson told me. “It’s not what you know. It’s who you know. I think that’s incorrect. The real saying should be it’s what and who you know. My web of connections runs deep.”
“That’s right,” Schneider said. “My father is a powerful man and it didn’t take long to track you down. After that, it was only a matter of time to put this all in motion, Where we are now was intended to work as a system of bunkers during the Cold War and we’ve expanded it.”
“Okay, well, what about her?” Drake asked, pointing to the woman who looked like Hilary Clinton.
There was a glint of greed in her eyes as her lips curved upward.
“My name is Karen McConnell and I'm the owner of your neighborhood,” she said, even sounding similar to Clinton.
“Hold the phone,” I said. “You're the one in charge of our apartment?”
“That's right.”
“Do you know how much shit we've had to deal with? Leaks from the fridge and dishwasher, the AC and heat not working, mold in the walls, and roaches everywhere.”
She appeared bored by my words and that further infuriated me.
“Where the Hell do you get off charging people that much for rent?” I screamed at her.
“Well, Erickson needs a lot of funds for his projects.”
“Excuse me?”
“Why do you think I kept raising the rent and never fixing anything?”
The implication of those words shocked us to our core.
“You mean you've been using our money to pay for this?” I said.
“And for what will happen to you next. Erickson here has promised the mayor and I that what we put in will be repaid tripled.”
“You are a special kind of bitch. You know that?” Drake told her.
Her grin increased.
“Tell me something I don't know. Now then, Erickson, if you would be so kind.”
“With pleasure.”
He pressed a button, resulting in the wall behind us rising. In its place was another window to a room akin to ours. Nobody in it noticed us, which made us infer that two-way glass was also being used for it. There were two people in the room, a man and who we guessed was his girlfriend or wife. A glass wall separated them that had a single door in the center.
“Erickson, what are you about to do?” I asked, not liking where this was going.
“Initially, I was going to have the reanimated rip you two apart. “
“Most people would call them zombies,” Drake said.
“Most people are morons. As I was saying, the more I thought about it, the more I realized such an end would be far too merciful for the likes of you. Before you is a preview of the torture two years in the making.”
Erickson hit a button. Green gas filled the area on the woman's side and we observed her beginning to convulse. The guy was pounding frantically against the glass and appeared to be shouting her name. Through the gas her silhouette was changing, becoming taller. Her arms were also growing, reaching disproportionate lengths compared to her body.
“It took us a while to perfect the formula,” Erickson explained. “The one used to contaminate the town’s water supply was a weaker version which is why it created less advanced variants of the reanimated such as the one you are seeing now.”
We could only watch in horrific disbelief at what transpired next. The gas cleared. The woman before was now a monstrosity with pale skin as if she had just crawled out of her own grave. It was falling off in some places and squirming in others. Her hair had faded to whisps and her hands ended in claws.
She stared at the man, sizing up her meal. He stared back with a terror-stricken grief. The door between them opened. The woman came through it. Her movements were unnerving.
Picture the way a gorilla moves except jittery. The guy backed away, shaking his head. The woman moved closer. He turned, dashing to the door that led out of the room in a futile escape attempt. Seeing how it was locked, though, he could only hit and claw at it.
She spun him around, yelling in his face before picking him up and throwing him to the floor. She pounced on him and what followed was like seeing someone get put through a human-sized garbage disposal. Flesh and bone were being shredded in seconds. All the while, the man’s mouth hung open in an agonized scream. To make it even more fucked up, she was only attacking below his neck.
If she started by ripping open his head, he’d at least have already been dead before what was happening to him. Instead, he was forced to watch the person he once knew eat him out, and not in the good way. She was scarfing down his organs faster than a snake in a hen house. Soon, the guy’s shrieks faded into dying gurgles. At last, he was granted some mercy when she brought his face to hers, almost as if they were about to kiss.
Then she chomped her teeth into his skull, exploding it in a burst of bones, blood, and grey matter. The woman was looking around wildly. I knew she couldn’t see us and yet it almost felt as if she was somehow sensing our presence. Her eyes contained a chilling awareness. Erickosn’s cackling cut through our stunned silence
“Now you understand what’s in store for you,” he said.
“What happened to him is going to happen to us?” I replied.
“No, Gus, not what happened to him, but what has happened to her. You see, to enact my original revenge plan I need those that are reliable and strong. These specimens are perfect for it, Not only are they physically capable, they’ll also be able to follow orders.”
“Wait, what do you mean by that?” Drake asked.
“Isn’t it obvious? The gas I used contains nanobots meant for rewiring the brain and making it susceptible to my directives. The mind, however, is still intact.”
“So that means….”
My voice trailed off as the statement settled over us like a blanket of ice.
“That’s right. You’ll be passengers in your own bodies as it tears apart the people you care about. Once you are changed, it will be a simple matter to keep you here and track them down. Then, well, let’s just what you witnessed mere moments ago will be child’s play in comparison.”
We looked back at the woman who now sat subdued with her arms wrapped around her knees in the red puddle that used to be her lover.
“You know, in a way, I must thank you,” Erickson told us. “If not for what happened at the hospital, none of this would have happened and I wouldn’t be any closer to completing my revenge.”
“You could thank us by letting us go,” Drake suggested.
“Yeah, and we promise not to tell anyone anything,” I added.
Erickson let out another sigh. This time it was the one of someone with their hands tied.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, not after what you did to her.”
Erickson helped up the container with the severed head.
“Does that mean if we apologize we’ll be let go?” I asked.
He turned to the head, staring at a for a couple seconds. Drake and I exchanged a glance.
“Very well,” he answered.
“Yep, we’re sorry about that,” Drake said. “Really, we feel horrible about it.”
“We’d take it back if we could,” I told Erickson and the head. “We hope you’re doing better now.”
Erickson nodded thoughtfully.
“I must say, that was moving. What do you think, honey?”
As he was having another silent conversation, I wondered how Bill and Karen were keeping it together around him. My guess is if they didn’t, they’d end up in me and Drake’s position. He turned back to us.
“Good news, I am not going to kill you.”
It was as if someone threw us a life preserver…
“But I am still going to release the gas.”
With a grenade attached to it.
“You said you wouldn't kill us,” Drake yelled, accusingly.
“And I won't, but I never said anything about allowing you to live. Did I?”
He was about to hit the button that would fill our room with gas when suddenly the place shook.
“What in the world was that?” Bill demanded.
“Relax, it's probably nothing,” Erickson replied only for it to occur again. “Someone, bring up the outside cameras.”
“My God, they're at the entrances,” someone said.
“Erickson, what's the meaning of this?” Karen asked, now agitated
“Would everyone keep your heads on? I assure you it's under control. I made sure to install a failsafe in case of scenarios such as this.”
Erickson started hitting more buttons on the panel. One, in particular, made a distinct noise. He looked at the zombified woman in the other room who was still sitting up. He hit the same button once more. Again, nothing changed.
A bead of sweat trickled down his face. Things were not under control. Everyone was focusing on Erickson. He opened his mouth to say something and then shut it, repeating this action several times.
“Is there something you want to share with us?” Karen icily asked Erickson.
“Yes, I have thought up a brilliant new idea and that is for us to get the hell out of here.”
The ensuing panic was difficult to follow. People were fighting each other to get to the exit. The zombified woman bolted to her feet out of nowhere, lunging at the window, causing Me and Drake to yell in unison. Her fists were pounding at the glass.
“Does she know we're in here?” Drake asked in surprise.
“Even if she does, we should be alright,” I replied. “It's reinforced.”
A small crack in the center appeared.
Note to self: “Learn when to keep your Goddamn mouth shut”.
As she went on, shards were breaking away. We were like a fish in a pond with a hungry cat staring at us. Then somehow in the commotion on Erickson's side, a switch was hit that opened the door leading out of our room. We rushed to it as the woman punched through. I risked a look back. Her eyes made contact with mine.
It was the equivalent of blood in a shark-filled ocean. We ran out of the room, slamming the door behind us and locking it. We knew it wouldn't hold her long as we raced through the corridor. Erickson mentioned us being in a bunker so we needed to go up. We came to a pathway that split into three directions.
“Which way?” I asked.
Then we heard a rumbling which turned out to be a horde of zombies coming from the center and another coming from the right.
“Left it is,” I said.
We came to an elevator door and were frantically hitting the button to open it as the zombies were rapidly closing the gap.
“Open, you piece of shit,” Drake screamed.
Finally, the light above us came on and the door slid open. We nearly tripped over each other getting into it. Then Drake hit the button. The zombies reached the door right after it closed, making several dents in the metal.
“Oh, fuck, that was close,” I said, leaning against the wall to catch my breath. “This is insane. We don’t even have a plan to make it out of the woods if we even escape this place.”
“One thing at a time, man.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I think as long as we can get a pair of wheels, we’ll be good.”
Erickson's voice sounded over the intercom.
“Attention personnel, due to circumstances outside my control which means one of you incompetent buffoons messed up, I was forced to activate the self-destruct sequence. Please make your way to the nearest exit within ten minutes.”
“You have go to be fucking kidding me,” I said with exasperation.
When I finished saying this, there was a noise from below us. It sounded like something climbing. The zombie woman’s clawed hand burst through the floor. We screamed as we came to a stop. We didn’t even wait for the door to open fully.
We put our fingers in the crack, pushing it the rest of the way. The floor we ended up on contained numerous armed personnel who were surprised to see two escapees. They forgot about us when they saw what was on our tail. Someone yelled fire and we hit the floor right before bullets began flying. The good news was her attention was no longer on us.
The bad news is the guards didn’t stand a chance against her. She was tearing them apart left and right. All the while, we were crawling along the floor. At one point, someone landed in front of us, well, the lower half of them anyway. Seeing the car keys on their belt, we snatched them up.
Then we fished through their pockets, pulling out a key card. We also got some guns off the people who fell victim. Although, if what was happening was any indicator, they may as well have been paperweights. We were about to get out of dodge when we spotted a table that was stacked with briefcases. We didn't know what they contained.
However, seeing how important things are kept in briefcases we decided to grab some. At the very least, we could crack zombies across the face with them. We got out of there and into another hall.
“Where’s the damn exit?” I wondered aloud in frustration.
“Gus.”
Drake was pointing to a sign labeled “Exit” with an arrow underneath it.
“Oh, I guess we should go that way.”
“How much time do we have left?” Drake asked as we were moving.
Checking my phone showed we only had four minutes left from Erickson's announcement. If the self-destruct was going to unfold how we thought, not only did we need to go outside, we also had to be a safe distance away. The Exit door was our light at the end of the tunnel. Bursting through it, we tasted fresh air. Drake hit the button on the keys and we heard a beep nearby.
The keys were to an SUV that we used to make our escape. We got in and sped away. Other vehicles were on the road with us. One of them had Erickson, Karen, and Bill as passengers. The SUV we were in had tinted windows.
That meant nobody could tell who was in it. That gave us the opportunity for a little payback. Drake signaled to me. We grabbed our guns and rolled down our windows. Drake hit the gas and as we were passing by, we shot out their tires and flipped them off.
I wish I could have taken a picture of their faces because they were priceless. After everything they put us through, that was like water at the finish of a marathon. We drove past them and on the path going to a main road. Then we watched what happened to them in the rearview. While their vehicle wasn't consumed by the explosion, the shock of it did send it upward.
“Holy shit,” I said, watching it fly through the air before falling into a lake.
The bumper stayed above the surface for a few seconds before sinking along with the rest of the car. We had to stop again, simply to process everything. Luckily, Erickson had the foresight to have a lot of the trees around the area removed to mitigate the risk of wildfire. That said, it was burning bright. In the flames, humanoid shapes were running around.
They didn't get far before collapsing. Whether they were human or zombie, I don't want to know. Without another word, we got back in the SUV and drove off. Down the road, it occurred to me to check what was in the briefcases. There was no combination on it so I undid the latches and lifted it.
What was inside of it made my heart stop. For once, I mean that in a good way.
“Drake,” I said, having to force out his name.
His reaction upon seeing what I had was to slam on the brakes. I nearly hit my head on the dashboard when he did, but I didn't care. We had two briefcases full of hundred-dollar bills. Presumably, Erickson would have used it to make a deal with someone. Too bad for them, it's ours now.
We didn't know how much money was in there, only that it was a lot.
“Okay, we need a plan,” Drake said. “We can't be carrying all of this around in a vehicle we don't even own.”
He was right. If a cop pulled us over, it would be hard to explain ourselves. I remembered something then. Patting myself, I realized I still had my keys. I showed them to him and he grinned. Then we made our way to Walmart where my car was still parked.
“Hang on,” I said after we got out.
“What?”
“I figured, while we're here.”
I gestured to the store. Half an hour later, I was driving us along the highway with our new money buried under a pile of groceries. We drove about twelve hours before stopping at a hotel where we are currently. Drake was outside earlier, talking to his cousin. He cooked up some story about us being let go from our jobs and then our complex burning down.
His cousin told us he'd gladly take us in so long as we could pay for expenses. We don’t have any objections to that. As far as we can tell, it's better to keep our newfound wealth on the down low. We'll stay at Drake's cousin's place for a while and then get homes of our own. God damn, this week has been nuts.
Speaking of, I hope what happened to Erickson was enough to put him down for good. Maybe we should put changing our names on our to-do list on the off chance it isn't. Oh well, that's something we can take care of at a later time. For now, it's been a long day and I am exhausted. If I have to post here again about some other horse shit, it'll be too soon.
This is Gus saying, have a good one, everybody.

Niabot kog mga 12:30 pm, ug nagtaxi ko padung SM City Cebu para mukuha ug work permit niya wala na diay sila didto. Nisakay na sad kog taxi padung city hall, ug niingon sa robinson's galleria diay kuhaon. Kahilakon na ko ug niingon kog basig wala didto naka almost 200 na baya kos taxi, sigurado lagi daw. Ug nibundak ang uwan.
Nagjeep na ko padung galleria, 10 ra ako gibayaran, barato lagi. Didto rajud diay. Ug si ate pretty, nindot kaaug lipstick pero cge lang cellphone, di gani mutan-aw ug mutubag pangutanon-on. Pero si ate sa tapad ok man. Ug nakakuha na ko work permit. Gamay lang ako gi declare na income kay wa pa baya ko work, 224 ang cedula.
Then nagpanotarize ko ug affidavit, kamahal ba, tag 300 man, tag 150 raman sa Leyte. Duha ka docs, 600 tanan ako gibayran. Ok nalang sad si young Atty. man pod nag edit ug nagprint sa document. Cute kaau iyang skirt. Naay surot ilang couch haha.
Next day, nagpa medical ko, ug wala man ko pahubua sa physical exam, yehey! Ug nikaon ko sa dool na kan-anan, naay buhok sa lato ug black insect sa kan-on, wa nako hudta.
Niadto kog metro gaisano ug nagshopping, salamat BNY, as a mubo person di na need putlan ang mga pants.
Ako fare, naay 25 but mostly tag 13 ra except katong sikad gikan pier 3 to pier 1, 30 ang gisukot sa ako. Ako giingnan kamahal ba ug sukot ug nasuko ko, unta ako nalang gi- let go.
Nipalit kog piyaya sa gawas tag 130 discounted 120 nalang, tag 120 rajud diay sa sulod sa terminal. Nikaon kog lugaw lami baya.
Overall impression: Helpful ang mga tawo, itudlo jud ang mga pwede nga sakyan ug kung unsa ang code number, pati ang sales ladies helpful sad, except rajud ato ni ate sa pagkuha sa working permit ug sa usa na staff didto sa diagnostic center pero masabot ra kay kapoy jud sila didto. I feel relatively safe sad magcellphone ug matan-aw sa maps sa kalsada.
The roads are wider and dili man pareho ka traffic sa manila although wala man gud klase so not sure unsa ka traffic kung tingklase. I will miss the trees in my province and motor riding. 😭
Question: Unsa mode sa inyong transpo? Is commuting reliable, talamban to IT park? Gusto unta ko mutry magbike to work. Or magmotor. Lisod ba pod ang parking sa IT park?
Mao ra to, mubalik ra ko, Cebu. Soon.
Edit: Ug delayed ang supercat, 12:30pm ang sched, 2pm na nakalarga. Note to self, mag Ocean Jet dapat.

Hi all , as many of you already know , i've already posted about my visit and many came up with questions to ask and thanks for that. This is the continuation of the previous post.
I'll come straight to the point about the campus. Although the size of the campus maybe small (approx 200 acres) the infrastructure is first class. It's vibrant and breezy but you'd have to get used to the Chennai heat. It's lush green throughout the campus with many trees. There's also many small stalls on the side of the pathways like icecream parlors and other snack shops. They also have an Apollo health center on campus for small treatable health issues , if it's serious then they'd admit you to one of the closest hospitals.
Another major observation i took was that most of the guards on campus spoke hindi , so northies shouldn't have a problem traversing through the campus.
Now coming to the hostels , i can only speak for the boys in this part , for the girls i'm pretty much sure it's all the same except it's more stricter and apparently the girls have an option of single room.
All the boys freshers this year will be allotted to the same block (Block C). It also seems there's no non ac rooms , only ac rooms. The rooms themselves were spacious , be it 2,4 or 6 (actually 6 membered room seemed to be a bit congested as the room was same as that of a 4 membered one except 6 membered ones had bunk beds and extra chairs and tables). Overall all the floors are clean and include all the utilities you'd want , like bathrooms , toilets , a place to wash and hang your clothes. There's everything included within the hostel blocks , like mess (veg , non veg , special) , recreational activities(badminton , carrom , table tennis , etc) and a gym (this is the free one , but mind you it has all the equipments you could think of , the paid one is in another block).
There's also a vending machine with snacks and a small fast food stall , from which you'd have to pay outside the mess fees.
Now coming to the strictness of it , yup it is strict , they told me that wardens here are ex military/police personnel , so you could imagine how strict it'd be and every 20 students would be assigned to a proctor who is an academic faculty , and would communicate with your parents about your academic performance.
Now about the faculty , I couldn't find a senior or a faculty at the time i had visited the campus , apparently arrear exams were going on and it was busy. But yeah the admin folk told all the professors had done their phd's in whatever department they are in and most of em are IIT graduates.
Next i'd gone to the admissions office , and hell , the answers to half the questions we asked were "we'll update you through your email that you had registered through" , they themselves were clueless about the dates , the TENTATIVE starting date is 22nd July but that too is not fully confirmed they say. 22nd July is the orientation date , but hostellers can come settle down a day before as they'd have to move stuff into their rooms (all the items like matresses , buckets , etc can be found within the campus and don't need to be bought anywhere else).
I'd asked about the schedule , fests , holidays , attendance and yup again the answer was "keep checking your email frequently" , but again these things wouldn't change even if we asked them now or if we ask em after we'd settled in the campus so it's fine ig.
And finally for the dude who was asking about sax sux , i did see a lot of secluded areas :O.
So this is it about the campus and everything related to it in brief , i know i couldn't cover most of the questions suggested by you guys in the previous post , but i hope this will help you get settled in. If anyone got a doubt , feel free to ask.

Yoshino cherry tree (not weeping), 3rd summer planted here. Last summer a section of the original trunk died off up high and I cut it away in case it was a disease. This year the rest of that main section (top center first pic) is going. It EXPLODED with growth on the back and lower front below the split shown in the second pic.
Third pic shows what’s left of that main section that leafed but didn’t add length this year.
My question is (might be moot since it’s about to be hotter than satan’s taint here in MO) should I go ahead and cut that section off and let it put resources into the new growth or just leave it and let it fall away naturally?

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The Uncompromising Blissful Extravagance of His Presence! Inbox
By CMM.World CMMTheology.org - November 10, 2022
Dear Mighty One,
I see the Lord's eye upon us we discover by revelation the 'new thing' He is doing in our lives and of those of us who, beyond the present darkness, gaze into His eyes. The 'tuning fork' of Yahweh is orchestrating the sons and daughters of our living God in growing holy remnant unity to withstand as we stand with Him fearlessly in the boldness of the faith of God in this hour. Egypt is behind us, and the covenantal promises and prophetic words we have received (1 Tim. 1:18) empower us by His Holy Spirit to advance in warfare, humbly growing in the spirit of wisdom and revelation.

Yesterday as I encouraged some friends, I said, 'stay in the blissful extravagance of His presence.' Today I saw in Psalm 34 His eyes are upon us in vs. 8 & 9 and v:15 about the 'uncompromisingly righteous.' We are to be holy as He is holy. That leaves no room for any more compromise or seeking to please man or the traditions of men, being free of the fear of man, the religious spirit, and any demonic activity. We are seated in heavenly places with Christ Jesus. Lord, help us understand by revelation to walk in all the authority we have been given by Jesus Christ.
Psalm 34:8-9 'O taste and see that the Lord [our God] is good! Blessed (happy, fortunate, to be envied) is the man who trusts and takes refuge in Him. O fear the Lord, you His saints [revere and worship Him]! For there is no want to those who truly revere and worship Him with godly fear.'
v. 15 'The eyes of the Lord are toward the [uncompromisingly] righteous and His ears are open to their cry.'
Chuck Pierce shared this amazing word from Penny Jackson that is right on for this season: https://christsmandate.blogspot.com/2022/11/chuck-pierce-shares-powerful-word-from.html
May YOUR November be full of Thanksgiving and Praise for you and yours as YOU enjoy The Uncompromising Blissful Extravagance of His Presence!
Thank you for praying for CMM and all your fellow CMM Global Family worldwide. Pray for all the missionaries, schools, and students in CMM College of Theology in the US, Ecuador, Canada, Cuba, Myanmar, Nigeria, and Thailand.
Pray for the new wells and the living water and safe water recently drilled or soon to be drilled in Tanzania, India, Malawi, and Pakistan.
Pray for our upcoming Christmas gift campaigns to bless children and youth in many nations. Many of them are precious, beautiful children (orphans). As the Lord leads, pray about giving any amount to bless dear CMM children this Christmas. https://cmmworld.kindful.com/
Pray for each other, dear friends. We all know we each need prayers going up to Heaven for all those on the front lines. We each are on the front lines!
Please pray for me as I speak tomorrow online to a crusade with 8,000 expected to attend in Pakistan. In December, I will speak at conferences in Liberia and Kenya with fellow CMM Ordained ministers Robert Bimba (Liberia), Tom Omukhobero, and Daniel and Christine Oyoko (Kenya).
We are working on plans and trips for 2023. If you would like to have some of our awesome CMM family speakers for a conference in your area or would like to join or lead a missions trip, we would love to hook you up with dear friends in many nations.
Please join me in welcoming Dr. Louis Blom of Judea Harvest as Associate Director of Missions at CMM. This strategic alliance multiplies the efforts and impact in building the Kingdom of our God, for His glory. https://youtu.be/HXfP8tCySRc

Many blessings and shalom from us all here at the home office and around the world.
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Honoring and Celebrating the Class of 2022's 196 Graduates of CMM College of Theology Global Schools
By CMM.World CMMTheology.org - June 15, 2022

We are rejoicing! We just celebrated two of our six schools' graduations on June 4th in the US and June 11th in Ecuador and we thank the Lord for all He has done in their lives and will do in this new era. We honor the faith in action of each of the seventy-eight students (in the USA and Ecuador schools this year)of all ages and from different streams and backgrounds. We thank the Lord for the hunger, perseverance and faith to finish strong. Each one encountered the Lord in fresh new ways as their hunger and perseverance in faith reaped eternal change as evidenced in their dissertations and heavenly encounters. In the last few months we have graduated 196 students from our global schools. All glory to the Lord as we enter our 16th year of offering affordable, life changing accredited degrees around the world. Each year our school is led by the Holy Spirit to go higher and deeper in excellence in academic standards and spirit-led equipping in a truly experiential, interactive, a
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Prophetic Encouragement for 2022 by Jorge Parrott
By CMM.World CMMTheology.org - January 02, 2022

Prophetic Encouragement for 2022 By Jorge Parrott (all scriptures NKJV) (Graphic art by Nancy G. Daniel) Despite the impending wars, division, chaos, calamity, and deceptive controls we hear the voice of our Lord at times speaking, or roaring, or whispering, and breathing on the sons of God. Are we listening yet? Heaven’s roar is clear to those with an ear to hear what the Spirit of the Living God is saying. This year holds untold opportunities, many answered prayers, and the cries of many hearts if we arise to walk obediently in His fullness, not growing weary in well-doing, nor fainting in the heat of this fiery battle. Deut. 6:4 ‘ The Lord our God, the Lord is one! 5 You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your strength.’ Jesus was asked many questions. What should you ask
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Highlights Of Our Amazing Trip To The Holy Land With Chris Reed And Bart Peacher
By CMM.World CMMTheology.org - July 19, 2022

Highlights Of Our Amazing Trip To The Holy Land With Chris Reed And Bart Peacher Prov. 16:9 ' A man’s mind plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps and makes them sure.' We are continually blessed and in awe of how the Lord breathes and moves in our lives. As we press into the high calling of Jesus Christ and we grow in intimacy and trust by faith, His love, grace, and mercy unfold in surprising ways. I had not been to Israel since 2017. So much has changed in the world since then as we see the tremendous acceleration of the times and seasons. Chaos, control, and corruption are increasing at an alarming rate. Our only hope is in Jesus Christ and His righteousness. Divine Encounters Abound As We Are Led By Holy Spirit And Make Ourselves Available Many churches are led by their pursuit of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil instead of the knowledge of the Tree of Life. As we surrender fully to the Holy Spirit, we learn to walk in deep humility and attenti
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I'm on my first winter and every where I've seen it suggested to fish for money. I set myself up to where I'm making about 3-5K a day ony cheese and mayo. I fill my time up with mining and cutting trees to expand my farm. However I cannot stand the fishing minigame and it drives me up the wall. I play this game to relax so I don't really want to do something that stresses me out. So I'm wondering if I'm able to get away with not fishing. I don't really care about a perfect game or getting achievements but I would like to finish the community center at some point and I don't know if that affects it or anything further into the game

Hello everyone I've come to make a request for a game I've had my eyes on for a while.
What is Blade and Sorcery? Blade and Sorcery is a vr fantasy sword fighting game where you use the elements lightning, fire and gravity to battle enemy bandits, mages, archers and knights in various arenas as well as a procedural generated dungeon that you must battle your way through to make it to the end.
Key features of Blade and Sorcery: 1. Combat the game features great sword fighting combat as well as being able to use multiple spells to mix up the way you approach and defeat enemies. 2. Exploration the game isn't centered around climbing but with its challenging climbing mechanics it can make exploring the maps and climbing to high up points feel rewarding. 3. Updates and extra content throughout the years since it's release in late 2018 Blade and Sorcery has received a plethora of game changing updates including adding new maps, a procedural generated dungeon, new spells and a large new home area. 4. Mod Support Blade and Sorcery has recently received built in mod support to make installing and using player created content much easier and 100% done in game 5. The Story Soon Blade and Sorcery will be leaving early access and will add a long campaign where you learn the story of Blade and Sorcery while fighting large bosses, leveling up your skill tree to use more powerful and cooler magic and unlocking new weapons.
Why do I want it? I want Blade and Sorcery because I love vr sandbox games and the combat looks amazing and I'd love to experience the story once it comes out.
Why can't I just buy it? I'm currently unable to buy the game as I'm having trouble finding a job that can support me buying the things I need as well as a video game.
You can find the steam page for Blade and Sorcery: Here You can find my steam profile: Here
Thank you for reading and I hope you have a great day!

Upper Midwest. I planted this on Mother’s Day and all leaves were fresh and green. I have had my sprinklers on this zone running every couple hours up until midday every day, along with a lot of rain that we’ve had but it seems to just be wilting away. I dug the hole twice as wide, gently untangled the roots, and planted with fresh soil and put in a miracle gro fertilizing stake in the ground just above grade. The mulch is “volcano”ed so it’s quite thin at the center. What did I do wrong, or should this tree bounce back?

There is a park near my house with a massive stand of knotweed that is probably about 30ft in diameter. I’ve hollowed out the middle and the opening is hidden behind a pine tree. I want to slowly replace it with something and get some natives established in the center, so that the amount of time I have to look like I’m fucking with shit at the park is minimal when I do eventually remove the perimeter knotweed. If I don’t replace it, it will just keep coming back and I won’t be able to keep pulling it out with I move in a couple of years. Is it kosher, if I just go to the woods and dig up a handful of plants and then plant them here at the park? There are raspberries next to the clearings on some of the trails I’ve been on. I could even just take clippings and plant those in a month. Thoughts? Are there people I can call to get plants/seeds? I can’t really afford to pay money for this. Im in New England.

Full Disclosure:
I posted about this before years ago, but have since removed the post because I embellished some details about where I was staying, as I was afraid of not being taken seriously.
I am not sure what sort of entity I encountered. I won't claim to know what it was, and I doubt I will ever truly understand what happened.
This was not sleep paralysis or a dream. I was fully conscious and awake when it happened, relaxed, and able to move around, speak, and see clearly. I've had sleep paralysis a few times before, but it's very rare for me and when I've had it I was completely unable to move and overwhelmed by panic and fear. I was sober at the time and I don't have a psychotic disorder or anything like that.
Location and Context:
This happened in the hills of Hollywood, CA in 2018. Specifically, I was staying at a medical detox center that was located in a normal two-story house in a nice, quiet neighborhood.
Before coming to this detox, I had been sober for 1-2 months off stimulants and alcohol. I was feeling pretty normal other than having a lot of anxiety and urges to use. I had been staying at a sober living during this time, and relapsed on a legal drug called Phenibut which is an unremarkable downer similar to Lyrica and Gabapentin. I took it for 2-3 days before staff caught on.
I wasn't going through withdrawal, but they had me stay at their detox due to liability and so they could monitor me, which is a common practice for places like this. I felt fine the next day after I slept off the drowsiness from the Phenibut high.
Experience:
This encounter happened on the 7th or 8th day that I was there. I was sitting in bed reading in the room I was staying in. The overhead lights in the room were on and the door was closed. I heard a rustling sound and felt like there was someone in my room, so I put down my book.
By the door, I saw what at first looked like an old woman. I couldn't make out all of her features but she was probably about 5'2", hunched over, and wearing several long silver necklaces, and dangly earrings. She had messy jet-black hair covering her face, so I couldn't make out any facial features. She had grey somewhat wrinkly skin and long arms and fingers that went past her knees. She was wearing a white sleeveless floor-length dress with a scoop neck that showed the top of her chest. She was flat-chested with wide shoulders and bony collarbones and wrists. She carried a walking stick that looked like a twisted branch from a tree.
The way she moved was fluid and ethereal, but also somewhat robotic. She waddled towards me and her footsteps sounded like sticky bare feet on vinyl flooring. I wasn't scared of her at all. It looked like she was signing with her hands, similar to someone who gestures a lot while talking, and made labored sounding grunts as if she was frustratedly trying to communicate with me.
I moved to sit on the edge of the bed facing her. She held out a handwritten note to me that had most of the lines on it scratched out aggressively. I looked at it but didn't have much time to examine it, maybe less than a minute. I couldn't make out what it said, but it seemed like it had to do with my life or my past. It felt immediately very meaningful.
At that point I was in a trance like state. She stood beside me and essentially transmitted meaning into my mind telepathically. She told me that everything was going to be ok and that things would get better. I felt very safe and comforted. I didn't hear words in my head, just feelings of pure love and hope. I said "Okay", handed the note back to her, and turned away. I came out of the trance what felt like a few minutes later and the next thing I knew she was gone.
I went outside to smoke a cigarette, looked up at the night sky, and felt an incredible sense of peace and calmness overcome me. The feeling was better than anything I'd ever felt before. I didn't feel worried about the encounter because throughout it I never felt like I was in danger. She seemed like she was trying to protect me or watch over me. I imagine this is what unconditional love feels like. I felt truly relaxed and serene until I went to bed.
This experience sticks out to me and I think about it often. I've never experienced anything else like it. It was overwhelmingly positive, unexplainable and unexpected. Without going into too much detail, the previous few years before this happened were extremely difficult and dark for me, and it made me realize that it's possible to have hope again and that there is something else out there besides my own suffering.

In the Sharepoint Admin Center, I can see how much storage a site is using, but I would like to drill down to the folder level to see how much storage certain folders are using. Is there an equivalent app to TreeSize or a Powershell script that could generate a report showing storage usage?

Well, I did it. And I documented it(not very well! I should've taken some notes) in pictures. There is a lot to do around here and I had a great time. Took two troadtrips. One to Baton Rouge and the other to New Orleans, but I'm gonna consider that local for this post. So here it is. (Warning: Some photos are potato quality)
Note: I've been to the Vermilionville Museum and the Acadiana Cultural Center in the past so I didn't go on this trip. I definitely recommend it if you've never been.

Day 1

The morning started at Waffle House then off the The Nature Station. This was after the first storm we had a few weeks back. There are some uprooted trees here and there which are documented on the map.I went back this week and some are cut up. Next we headed to the Beaver Park to Vermillionville walkway. I had my canoe with me so I did a little fishing at the end opposite the dock at the Vermillionville pond. Caught a bunch of small but aggressive fish. That lead to me going home and having to change clothes because I was wet from sweating. From home I went to The Lafayette Science Museum. Had fun there and it was nice and cool, but one of the exhibits were closed which I stumbled into. I got a stern talking to. We ended up eating at Spoonbills. What a burger! Next we hit up The Mouton House. There are some crazy stairs there! Unfortunately we could roam the grounds as they had a crew working on grounded trees. Hillard museum was the next stop. We also went to the Acadiana Center for the Arts, but everything there had a price tag so no pics. We ended day one at Cypress Lake at the student union on UL campus.

Day 2

Went to Rip Van Winkle Gardens. This place is beautiful! There are peacocks that just roam around the place and they are addicted to the patrons in the outside cafe feed them. No pictures are allowed in Jefferson Mansion. But there are some doves I caught cooing outside. The trees that were there are quite astonishing. I'm glad I got there before the damage. Off to the next exit at Avery Island/Jungle Gardens. First we fished and crabbed on the dock. No bites but we did catch about a dozen of small crab and threw them back. We took the Jungle Gardens tour. The app that goes with it got confused several times. People give real money to that Buddha statue. When finished there we took the Tabasco plant tour. I tried the Scorpion sauce. My lips and mouth were tingling for 2 hours. Do not recommend.

Day 3

Zoosiana! They have some very interesting animals here. I got some dinosaur bird on video cawing. There is a spider monkey there that seems depressed. I caught a peacock full spread! And a parakeet of some sort that said "pretty bird" then whistled at us! And while we were walking out we caught some monkey howling! Our next stop was going to be the Longfellow Evangeline museum, but we were hungry. I didn't like any of the restaurants I saw in St Martinville so I detoured to Breaux Bridge and found this little restaurant I've never been to called Crazy About Crawfish and OMG that burger was great! There menu is very expansive. Yes this is a touristy type of place but they are representing the cajun culture in a great light. Look at all the people around the world that have been there. While we were there a majority of the people were not from here. Now down to the Longfellow Evangeline museum. There a good video on the house's history before the tour. The tour guide is very educated about it. I took a few pictures of the land but not of the house. Gorgeous trees and an outhouse. The grounds are pretty.

Day 4

REST

Day 5

This day we headed to New Orleans. Our first stop was the Audubon Aquarium It is pretty. We did lunch at The Palace Cafe(no pics). We also went to the WWII Museum. No pics because it is just too somber. I planned poorly here. If you go, plan a whole day just for the museum. We only got to see 2/5 buildings. Lots of exhibits that take time to take in. Lots of videos.

Day 6

Baton Rouge! Our first stop was the Old Governor's Mansion.. Lots of history took place in this building. We went outside into the garden and got locked out! We had to call the place to come rescue us! The Old Capital Building was next. There is a lot of history on this tour. We got to see the Ghost of the Castle movie for free! It is more than a movie. It is more like an immersive multimedia experience. Our last stop was the BREC Zoo. This is a nice zoo. Lots of birds I don't remember the name of. There is whole area dedicated to Acadiana! Funny sign outside to keep people on the boardwalk. I was going to go see the Sing the River sculpture downtown, but the rain caught us just as were were leaving the Zoo.
Well, that's it. I went on a vacation inside my state with it mostly being in Acadiana. If someone asks you what there is to do around here, point them this way!
Edits: I humaned.

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