Linda Forsythe (C-VINE)

"Every Tuesday at 3 PM, my mother calls the same wrong number. Has for six years. "Hello, this is Susan. Is Robert there?" Same response every time, "No Robert here. Wrong number." "Oh, I'm so sorry to bother you." Then she hangs up. Sets a reminder for next Tuesday. I thought it was dementia. Mom's 71. Maybe forgetting she'd already tried this number. "Mom, that's not Robert's number. You've called it 300 times. Why do you keep calling?" She looked at me strangely. "I know it's not Robert's number." "Then why" "Because someone answers." Turned out, the woman who answers is 83. Lives alone. Has severe social anxiety. Never leaves her apartment. No family. No friends. "Six years ago, I called your brother's old number by mistake," Mom explained. "Woman answered. We talked for two minutes. When I apologized for the wrong number, she said, 'Please call again anyway. Nobody calls me.'" "So you just... kept calling?" "Every Tuesday. We talk for exactly twelve minutes. About nothing. Weather. TV shows. Her cat. Then I say I have to go, and she says okay." "For six years?" "For six years." "Does she know you're calling on purpose?" "Of course. I'm not subtle. But we maintain the fiction. I 'accidentally' call. She 'happens' to answer. We pretend it's chance, not choice." "Why the pretend?" "Because accepting help is hard. Accepting a wrong number is easy." Mom's phone buzzed. Tuesday, 3 PM reminder. She dialed. "Hello, this is Susan. Is Robert there?" A pause. Then laughter. "No Robert here, Susan. But I'm here. How was your week?" I listened to them talk. About the weather. A TV show. The cat's vet appointment. Twelve minutes exactly. Then, "I should let you go." "Okay, Susan. Same time next week?" "Oh, I'm sure I'll accidentally dial this number again." More laughter. Goodbye. Mom hung up. Looked at me. "Her name is Dorothy. I've never met her. Don't know her last name. Don't know her address. Just her voice every Tuesday for twelve minutes." "What if you stop calling?" "Then she stops having Tuesdays." Mom died last year. Suddenly. Heart attack. I found Dorothy's number in her phone. Called it. "Hello?" "Hi. My name is Sarah. I'm Susan's daughter. I think... I think you were expecting her call today." Silence. Then crying. "She's gone, isn't she?" "Yes. I'm so sorry." "Can I ask you something? Did she ever tell you why she really called?" "She said you needed someone to call." "That's what she told you. But I'm calling to tell you why I answered. Because your mother's voice on Tuesdays was the only thing that kept me alive. I had the pills ready four times. Four different Tuesdays. And every time, at 3 PM, she called. And I couldn't do it after hearing her voice." I've been calling Dorothy every Tuesday for nine months now. Same time. Same "wrong number" fiction. Because my mother taught me, sometimes the most important call you make is to the wrong person. On purpose. Every Tuesday. For as long as someone answers." . Let this story reach more hearts.... . Credit: Grace Jenkins

"Every Tuesday at 3 PM, my mother calls the same wrong number. Has for six years. "Hello, this is Susan. Is Robert there?" Same response every time, "No Robert here. Wrong number." "Oh, I'm so sorry to bother you." Then she hangs up. Sets a reminder for next Tuesday. I thought it was dementia. Mom's 71. Maybe forgetting she'd already tried this number. "Mom, that's not Robert's number. You've called it 300 times. Why do you keep calling?" She looked at me strangely. "I know it's not Robert's number." "Then why" "Because someone answers." Turned out, the woman who answers is 83. Lives alone. Has severe social anxiety. Never leaves her apartment. No family. No friends. "Six years ago, I called your brother's old number by mistake," Mom explained. "Woman answered. We talked for two minutes. When I apologized for the wrong number, she said, 'Please call again anyway. Nobody calls me.'" "So you just... kept calling?" "Every Tuesday. We talk for exactly twelve minutes. About nothing. Weather. TV shows. Her cat. Then I say I have to go, and she says okay." "For six years?" "For six years." "Does she know you're calling on purpose?" "Of course. I'm not subtle. But we maintain the fiction. I 'accidentally' call. She 'happens' to answer. We pretend it's chance, not choice." "Why the pretend?" "Because accepting help is hard. Accepting a wrong number is easy." Mom's phone buzzed. Tuesday, 3 PM reminder. She dialed. "Hello, this is Susan. Is Robert there?" A pause. Then laughter. "No Robert here, Susan. But I'm here. How was your week?" I listened to them talk. About the weather. A TV show. The cat's vet appointment. Twelve minutes exactly. Then, "I should let you go." "Okay, Susan. Same time next week?" "Oh, I'm sure I'll accidentally dial this number again." More laughter. Goodbye. Mom hung up. Looked at me. "Her name is Dorothy. I've never met her. Don't know her last name. Don't know her address. Just her voice every Tuesday for twelve minutes." "What if you stop calling?" "Then she stops having Tuesdays." Mom died last year. Suddenly. Heart attack. I found Dorothy's number in her phone. Called it. "Hello?" "Hi. My name is Sarah. I'm Susan's daughter. I think... I think you were expecting her call today." Silence. Then crying. "She's gone, isn't she?" "Yes. I'm so sorry." "Can I ask you something? Did she ever tell you why she really called?" "She said you needed someone to call." "That's what she told you. But I'm calling to tell you why I answered. Because your mother's voice on Tuesdays was the only thing that kept me alive. I had the pills ready four times. Four different Tuesdays. And every time, at 3 PM, she called. And I couldn't do it after hearing her voice." I've been calling Dorothy every Tuesday for nine months now. Same time. Same "wrong number" fiction. Because my mother taught me, sometimes the most important call you make is to the wrong person. On purpose. Every Tuesday. For as long as someone answers." . Let this story reach more hearts.... . Credit: Grace Jenkins

Aakash Gupta This is Elon telling you the future. A mass driver is basically a giant electromagnetic catapult. You build a track on the Moon, run current through superconducting coils, and yeet payloads into space at 5,300 mph. No fuel. No rocket engines. Just electricity. Gerard O'Neill built the first working prototype at MIT in 1976. The tech is 50 years old. The economics are what changed. Here's the math: Falcon 9 costs $2,720/kg to low Earth orbit. Starship targets $100/kg once fully reusable. A lunar mass driver, powered by solar and running continuously with zero propellant? The Space Studies Institute estimated $1 per pound back in 1979. Updated for modern superconductors and solar efficiency, we're talking single digits per kilogram. The Moon has over 1 million metric tons of helium-3 (worth $2,000 to $20 million per kg on Earth). Titanium. Aluminum. Iron. Silicon. Rare earths. Water ice at the poles. So what's the timeline? Artemis III lands astronauts at the lunar south pole around 2027-2028. SpaceX wants a permanent base by early 2030s. NASA has plans for a 100-kilowatt nuclear reactor on the surface by 2030. China is racing to build their own lunar station by 2035. Once you have power and people, a mass driver is just construction. O'Neill's original designs called for a track a few kilometers long. A 160-meter track can reach escape velocity at high g-forces. Modern estimates suggest 12 tons of equipment landed over 20 years could bootstrap a self-expanding lunar industry. The realistic timeline? First operational mass driver by 2045-2050. Maybe faster if the space race with China heats up. And here's the part nobody's pricing: A functioning lunar mass driver can throw 600,000 tons of material per year into cislunar space at near-zero marginal cost. That's O'Neill's 1979 estimate with conservative tech. At that point, the supply curve for critical resources inverts. You stop asking "how much does it cost to lift this from Earth?" You start asking "can we mine it on the Moon?" Mining on the Moon, with 1/6th gravity and no atmosphere, gets cheaper every year as robotics and AI improve. Launching from the Moon gets cheaper as solar panels improve. The cost curves only go one direction. Elon's "money becomes irrelevant" framing sounds crazy until you think about what happens when energy and raw materials both approach zero marginal cost. Every economic system ever built assumes scarcity of stuff. A mass driver breaks that assumption for anything you can make from lunar regolith. This is why Starship matters as a bootstrap mechanism. You need cheap Earth-to-Moon transport to build the infrastructure that eventually makes rockets obsolete for bulk cargo. Rockets get you to the Moon. The Moon gets you everywhere else. And Elon just told you that's the plan. https://x.com/aakashg0/status/2001047241562448298?s=20

Dear Heavenly Father… We come before You today humbly asking for Your guidance as we navigate a world filled with confusion between right and wrong. Lord, the noise is overwhelming—so many voices, opinions, and divisions that pull good-hearted people apart, even when deep down we share the same desire for truth, kindness, and humanity. We pray that You would quiet our minds in the moments that are loudest. Help us pause, breathe, and listen for Your still, small voice amid the chaos. Open our eyes to see beyond the deceptive schemes and wicked plots that seek to manipulate our thoughts, sow discord, and lead us away from love and understanding. When we stray—whether through impatience, pride, stupidity, or misunderstanding—gently guide us back to the path of grace and unity. Remind us that we are all Your children, worthy of compassion, and that true strength lies in seeking Your wisdom rather than winning arguments. In Jesus’ name… Amen.

The following prayer request came from my Sister. She said this one will need a brigade of prayer warriors. Please join in and pass it along.... She said; "The man's name is Anthony. His mother is my friend. He went to Ukraine a few years ago on a medical visa. The American embassy pulled out a year ago or so and he didn't evacuate when told to do so. He has been stuck there since the war with Russia. Last heard he was in Odessa, Ukraine and his apartment building was bombed this past weekend. He didn't evacuate get word out he's still alive. He has now lost his passport, identity, etc and now the enemy has said no papers, you will be shot if trying to cross the border. I think Odessa is close to the border. He can't get out, banks are closed or bombed so no money, no American embassy, everything looks impossible. His mom went to her church (Mormon) but they won't help cause he is not a member. Well needless to say, only God can help him. He is 100% for knowing God. That's all I know for now."

The following prayer request came from my Sister. She said this one will need a brigade of prayer warriors. Please join in and pass it along.... She said; "The man's name is Anthony. His mother is my friend. He went to Ukraine a few years ago on a medical visa. The American embassy pulled out a year ago or so and he didn't evacuate when told to do so. He has been stuck there since the war with Russia. Last heard he was in Odessa, Ukraine and his apartment building was bombed this past weekend. He didn't evacuate get word out he's still alive. He has now lost his passport, identity, etc and now the enemy has said no papers, you will be shot if trying to cross the border. I think Odessa is close to the border. He can't get out, banks are closed or bombed so no money, no American embassy, everything looks impossible. His mom went to her church (Mormon) but they won't help cause he is not a member. Well needless to say, only God can help him. He is 100% for knowing God. That's all I know for now."

~ ANNOUNCEMENT ~ I am trying to create a new group for off-label treatments and alternative therapies. Not sure if I'm doing it right. It's called, "Off-LabelRX Research (C-VINE)" I've sent out invites and added some of you that Telegram would allow. Bear with me as I figure this out. If someone can guide me... send me an email to LindaForsythe@proton.me

~ ANNOUNCEMENT ~ I am trying to create a new group for off-label treatments and alternative therapies. Not sure if I'm doing it right. It's called, "Off-LabelRX Research (C-VINE)" I've sent out invites and added some of you Telegram would allow. Bear with me as I figure this out. If someone can guide me... send me an email to LindaForsythe@proton.me

Emailed to me from a fellow C-VINE Member Family ~ Jeannie Nelson. 🥰 Love Your Father & Mother Please share this.... I cried... I no longer have my Mother, but think of her more and more each day. I remember this conversation, although the issue might have been different... we will all be there one day... treasure your Mothers and Fathers and give them a hug from me! Truth... Last month my mother apologized to me for something she should have never felt sorry for. It was a Tuesday — the kind of Tuesday where everything felt rushed. Work emails piling up. Kids’ homework spread across the table. Dinner burning a little in the oven. Mom called twice. I hit “ignore” both times. I told myself: I’ll call her back later. Later is safer. Later is easier. Later doesn’t interrupt anything. But later kept stretching. When I finally called her that night, she answered on the first ring — like she’d been holding the phone in her hand. “Oh hi, sweetheart! I didn’t want to bother you.” I sighed. I was tired. “What’s wrong, Mom?” “Oh nothing… I just had trouble opening a jar. But I figured it out. Sorry for calling so much.” Something in her voice made my chest tighten. “Why are you apologizing?” I asked. She hesitated, and in a small, cracked voice she said: “Well… I just don’t want to be a burden. I know you have your own life, and I’m… I’m getting older.” She laughed a little — the kind of laugh people use when they’re trying not to cry. “I shouldn’t need help with silly things like jars.” I froze. Every noise in the house disappeared. Her words felt like someone had dropped stones into my stomach. My mother — the woman who worked two jobs, who patched up my scraped knees, who stayed up all night when I was sick — felt guilty for needing help with a jar. I grabbed my keys and said, “Mom, I’m coming over.” She panicked. “Oh no, Eric, don’t trouble yourself—” But I was already in the car. When I walked into her kitchen, she was sitting at the table with that stubborn jar in front of her… and tears she had tried to hide. “Mom,” I said gently, “you never bother me. Not once.” She wiped her eyes. “I just didn’t want to interrupt your busy life.” That sentence broke me. Because somewhere between work schedules and bills and routines… I forgot that she once built her entire world around me. I forgot that while my life grew louder, hers grew quieter. I forgot that time — the thing I never feel like I have enough of — is the thing she needs from me the most. I opened the jar easily. We talked for an hour. Then two. Not about anything big — just memories, neighbors, the funny commercial she saw earlier. But it felt like something inside both of us softened. Before I left, she hugged me, her hands shaking slightly. “Thank you for coming,” she whispered. “I miss you.” That was the moment I decided: I will never make her apologize for aging again. Now I stop by every week — no occasion, no reason, no guilt. Sometimes with groceries. Sometimes with coffee. Sometimes just to sit at the table and listen. And every time I leave, she stands at the door waving until I’m out of sight — the same way she did when I was seventeen and driving off to college. Because no matter how old we get, to our parents… we’re still their whole world. ⸻ 💛 Moral: Aging parents don’t want your money. They don’t want perfect gifts. They don’t want grand gestures. They just want you. Your time. Your presence. Your voice saying, “I’m here.” Don’t wait. Don’t delay. Don’t store your love for later. Because one day… the jar will still be on the table, but the seat beside it will be empty. #spiritualgrow

Emailed to me from a fellow C-VINE Member Family ~ Jeannie Nelson. 🥰 Love Your Father & Mother Please share this.... I cried... I no longer have my Mother, but think of her more and more each day. I remember this conversation, although the issue might have been different... we will all be there one day... treasure your Mothers and Fathers and give them a hug from me! Truth... Last month my mother apologized to me for something she should have never felt sorry for. It was a Tuesday — the kind of Tuesday where everything felt rushed. Work emails piling up. Kids’ homework spread across the table. Dinner burning a little in the oven. Mom called twice. I hit “ignore” both times. I told myself: I’ll call her back later. Later is safer. Later is easier. Later doesn’t interrupt anything. But later kept stretching. When I finally called her that night, she answered on the first ring — like she’d been holding the phone in her hand. “Oh hi, sweetheart! I didn’t want to bother you.” I sighed. I was tired. “What’s wrong, Mom?” “Oh nothing… I just had trouble opening a jar. But I figured it out. Sorry for calling so much.” Something in her voice made my chest tighten. “Why are you apologizing?” I asked. She hesitated, and in a small, cracked voice she said: “Well… I just don’t want to be a burden. I know you have your own life, and I’m… I’m getting older.” She laughed a little — the kind of laugh people use when they’re trying not to cry. “I shouldn’t need help with silly things like jars.” I froze. Every noise in the house disappeared. Her words felt like someone had dropped stones into my stomach. My mother — the woman who worked two jobs, who patched up my scraped knees, who stayed up all night when I was sick — felt guilty for needing help with a jar. I grabbed my keys and said, “Mom, I’m coming over.” She panicked. “Oh no, Eric, don’t trouble yourself—” But I was already in the car. When I walked into her kitchen, she was sitting at the table with that stubborn jar in front of her… and tears she had tried to hide. “Mom,” I said gently, “you never bother me. Not once.” She wiped her eyes. “I just didn’t want to interrupt your busy life.” That sentence broke me. Because somewhere between work schedules and bills and routines… I forgot that she once built her entire world around me. I forgot that while my life grew louder, hers grew quieter. I forgot that time — the thing I never feel like I have enough of — is the thing she needs from me the most. I opened the jar easily. We talked for an hour. Then two. Not about anything big — just memories, neighbors, the funny commercial she saw earlier. But it felt like something inside both of us softened. Before I left, she hugged me, her hands shaking slightly. “Thank you for coming,” she whispered. “I miss you.” That was the moment I decided: I will never make her apologize for aging again. Now I stop by every week — no occasion, no reason, no guilt. Sometimes with groceries. Sometimes with coffee. Sometimes just to sit at the table and listen. And every time I leave, she stands at the door waving until I’m out of sight — the same way she did when I was seventeen and driving off to college. Because no matter how old we get, to our parents… we’re still their whole world. ⸻ 💛 Moral: Aging parents don’t want your money. They don’t want perfect gifts. They don’t want grand gestures. They just want you. Your time. Your presence. Your voice saying, “I’m here.” Don’t wait. Don’t delay. Don’t store your love for later. Because one day… the jar will still be on the table, but the seat beside it will be empty. #spiritualgrow

Dr. Makis' Happy Report on a Stage 4 Prostate Cancer Patient on an Off-label Treatment. Reposted from his Substack in his own words... IVERMECTIN, FENBENDAZOLE, CBD Oil Testimonial - 82 year old TEXAS man with Stage 4 Prostate Cancer Reports after 5 months - almost all metastases are resolved!! William Makis Dec 16 MY TAKE… 82 year old TEXAS man with Stage 4 Prostate Cancer In June 2025 he started: Ivermectin 1mg/kg/day Fenbendazole 1000mg/day CBD Oil 100mg/day Oncologist: Eligard 2 injections - March and July 2025 Results after 5 months: Metastatic lymph nodes almost completely resolved Rt upper paratracheal node 10mm (intense uptake) to 5mm (faint uptake) Rt lower paratracheal node 12mm (intense uptake) to 6mm (faint uptake) Lt perirenal lymph node 10mm (intense uptake) to 5mm (faint uptake). Here we see synergy of Ivermectin + Fenbendazole + Hormone Therapy (Eligard) END QUOTE Send me an email requesting the menu/orderform for the India Pharmacy we trust. They will deliver to your door. They are accepting orders again because of good results. ALSO, we have a few physicians who are donating their time to consult with cancer patients about off-label treatments and dosages. In addition, they are willing to consult with Oncologists and provide recent studies and results. Just ask! LindaForsythe@proton.me

Dr. Makis' Happy Report on a Stage 4 Prostate Cancer Patient on an Off-label Treatment. Reposted from his Substack in his own words... IVERMECTIN, FENBENDAZOLE, CBD Oil Testimonial - 82 year old TEXAS man with Stage 4 Prostate Cancer Reports after 5 months - almost all metastases are resolved!! William Makis Dec 16 MY TAKE… 82 year old TEXAS man with Stage 4 Prostate Cancer In June 2025 he started: Ivermectin 1mg/kg/day Fenbendazole 1000mg/day CBD Oil 100mg/day Oncologist: Eligard 2 injections - March and July 2025 Results after 5 months: Metastatic lymph nodes almost completely resolved Rt upper paratracheal node 10mm (intense uptake) to 5mm (faint uptake) Rt lower paratracheal node 12mm (intense uptake) to 6mm (faint uptake) Lt perirenal lymph node 10mm (intense uptake) to 5mm (faint uptake). Here we see synergy of Ivermectin + Fenbendazole + Hormone Therapy (Eligard) END QUOTE Send me an email requesting the menu/orderform for the India Pharmacy we trust. They will deliver to your door. They are accepting orders again because of good results. ALSO, we have a few physicians who are donating their time to consult with cancer patients about off-label treatments and dosages. In addition, they are willing to consult with Oncologists and provide recent studies and results. Just ask! LindaForsythe@proton.me

Dr. Makis provided an excellent, side by side comparison of the deadly State 4 Pancreatic cancer care before, and after Off-label treatments. And this is after being on the Off-label treatments for only one month! Here is what Dr. Makis said in his Substack... IVERMECTIN and FENBENDAZOLE Testimonial - 54 year old man from FRANCE with Stage 4 Pancreatic Cancer to liver: on chemo tumors shrunk 17%, but after 1 month of IVM/FBZ+chemo, tumors shrunk up to 93%!! William Makis Dec 16 My Take… This is an incredible story and soon you’ll see why: 54 year old man from FRANCE with Stage 4 Pancreatic Cancer to liver June.19, 2025 to Aug.27, 2025: Cycles 1-5 of FOLFIRINOX, CT shows reduction in size of pancreatic and hepatic lesions not significant according to RECIST (-17%) Late Sep.2025 starts Ivermectin 1mg/kg/day, Mebendazole 1500mg/day Aug.27, 2025, to Oct.23, 2025: cycles 6-10 of FOLFIRINOX, CT shows: Pancreatic cancer 32mm to 13mm (93.3% tumor volume shrinkage) Liver Seg 7/8 58mm to 45mm (53.3% tumor volume shrinkage) Liver Seg 7 18mm to 8mm (91.2% tumor volume shrinkage) Lymph Node Retroperitoneal 11mm to 7mm (74.2% tumor volume shrinkage) CONCLUSION: We rarely get the view of Chemo vs Ivermectin/Mebendazole + Chemo but here it is: 5 cycles of chemo alone = -17% (tumor shrinkage) 5 cycles of chemo + Ivermectin + Mebendazole = -93% pancreatic tumor, -53% and -91% liver metastases, -74% lymph node metastasis This is just how much Ivermectin and Mebendazole enhance the effect of chemo. This is why Oncologists often say they’ve never seen results like this!! END QUOTE Send me an email requesting the menu/orderform for the India Pharmacy we trust. They will deliver to your door. They are accepting orders again because of good results. ALSO, we have a few physicians who are donating their time to consult with cancer patients about off-label treatments and dosages. In addition, they are willing to consult with Oncologists and provide recent studies and results. Just ask! LindaForsythe@proton.me

Dr. Makis provided an excellent, side by side comparison of the deadly State 4 Pancreatic cancer care before, and after Off-label treatments. And this is after being on the Off-label treatments for only one month! Here is what Dr. Makis said in his Substack... IVERMECTIN and FENBENDAZOLE Testimonial - 54 year old man from FRANCE with Stage 4 Pancreatic Cancer to liver: on chemo tumors shrunk 17%, but after 1 month of IVM/FBZ+chemo, tumors shrunk up to 93%!! William Makis Dec 16 My Take… This is an incredible story and soon you’ll see why: 54 year old man from FRANCE with Stage 4 Pancreatic Cancer to liver June.19, 2025 to Aug.27, 2025: Cycles 1-5 of FOLFIRINOX, CT shows reduction in size of pancreatic and hepatic lesions not significant according to RECIST (-17%) Late Sep.2025 starts Ivermectin 1mg/kg/day, Mebendazole 1500mg/day Aug.27, 2025, to Oct.23, 2025: cycles 6-10 of FOLFIRINOX, CT shows: Pancreatic cancer 32mm to 13mm (93.3% tumor volume shrinkage) Liver Seg 7/8 58mm to 45mm (53.3% tumor volume shrinkage) Liver Seg 7 18mm to 8mm (91.2% tumor volume shrinkage) Lymph Node Retroperitoneal 11mm to 7mm (74.2% tumor volume shrinkage) CONCLUSION: We rarely get the view of Chemo vs Ivermectin/Mebendazole + Chemo but here it is: 5 cycles of chemo alone = -17% (tumor shrinkage) 5 cycles of chemo + Ivermectin + Mebendazole = -93% pancreatic tumor, -53% and -91% liver metastases, -74% lymph node metastasis This is just how much Ivermectin and Mebendazole enhance the effect of chemo. This is why Oncologists often say they’ve never seen results like this!! END QUOTE Send me an email requesting the menu/orderform for the India Pharmacy we trust. They will deliver to your door. They are accepting orders again because of good results. ALSO, we have a few physicians who are donating their time to consult with cancer patients about off-label treatments and dosages. In addition, they are willing to consult with Oncologists and provide recent studies and results. Just ask! LindaForsythe@proton.me

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A feel good story that’s warms the Heart… ❤️❤️❤️❤️ Elderly man Charlie Hicks ate his lunch and dinner at the Shrimp Basket in Pensacola, Florida, every day for 10 years. When he suddenly stopped showing up, the chef went looking for him – ultimately saving his life. Then they got him a new apartment right across the street from the restaurant. https://rumble.com/v72ywpg-feel-good-story-out-of-florida.html

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Yes, they tried to warn us. Scary how on target it was! https://twitter.com/iluminatibot/status/2000693430104494225?t=nwNWVr_Nnv7Cp3NpcbS_iQ&s=19