The End of the Universe

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Giant Leap in Consciousness!

This symbolic picture shows an Old Earth and a Colorful New Earth, this is the Moment of Separation with the Old Earth, a Giant Leap in Consciousness, which we are about to make! The New Earth of 5th Level of Consciousness is the New World, which we are creating, our next Home, where 500 million people of the same high vibration are going to! The best place to see this New Planet and to take photos of it are South and North Poles, but it is not easy to get there through the barrier, created by the Negatives! Because our Universe is Holographic in nature, whatever we dream about is effecting the whole Universe! The more we all dream about our Universe being Balanced, the sooner it will become Balanced and the more Balance will be around you !And if you want to know how Balance looks like, then look at the Sun ! The affirmation for those, who are moving to the higher Level:" I am a Graduate becoming, help me to become!"

Giant Leap in Consciousness!

Giant Leap in Consciousness! This picture shows the Split of Energies of Earth with its inhabitants into two Earths - the Old Earth and the New Higher Earth with inhabitants of Violet Vibration, moving into the 5th Level of Consciousness!




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From cane to crutches!

Paralegal profession seems like it has a connection to a Parallel Universe

Paralegal career for a Parallel Universe!

Global Crisis of company Volvo

Global Crisis of company Volvo

Dutch rail plan to introduce pee-bags

Sunday, October 09, 2011 » 02:21am

http://bigpondnews.com/articles/OddSpot/2011/10/08/Dutch_rail_plan_to_introduce_pee-bags_670917.html

Dutch National Railways says it has introduced so-called 'pee-bags' as an emergency alternative to non-existing toilets on its short-hop trains. 'From today plastic bags will be made available on trains to be handed out to passengers in case of extreme emergencies,' NS spokesman Eric Trinthamer told AFP on Friday, saying 'it included when trains were stranded'. Should passengers be caught short, the train's driver or conductor will hand out the bags and passengers will be able to use the unoccupied driver's cabin at the back of the train. The bag is attached to a spout and filled with a powdered substance that turns into a gel, and passengers would leave it behind or simply throw it away when they stepped off. But incredulous rail passengers interviewed by Dutch national television were dismayed by the idea, especially women. 'Are you serious? No, no way,
 I just can't see myself doing 'it' in that,' one unnamed female passenger told its NOS morning journal program. 'For a man it may be easier, for a woman that's just impossible,' she said. Dutch train drivers also reacted with fury, saying they were revolted by the idea of their work space being turned into a lavatory. 'When I first heard about it, I thought it was a joke. Wim Eilert of the country's driver's union (VVMC) told the ANP news agency. 'To let people pee where somebody else needs to work, that will not do. It's distasteful,' he said. NS spokesman Tranthamer said a motion was accepted before the Dutch parliament's lower house earlier this year that from 2015 no trains will be bought if they are not equipped with toilets (they introduce it way after this Planet is gone , LM).


Police use Zombie Day to test web page

Saturday, October 08, 2011 » 02:39am

Queensland Police have chosen World Zombie Day on Saturday to test a new disaster website. Police plan to test a new disaster information website on Saturday, World Zombie Day, 'by helping Queenslanders survive a possible zombie attack'. Deputy Commissioner Ross Barnett says the aim is to get as many people as possible to visit the Qldalert.com page in one day, to replicate the traffic that would be experienced during a disaster. 'The more people that do that the more we'll be able to test its ability to withstand intense pressure,' he told reporters in Brisbane. The site would be a 'one stop shop' for public safety information during a disaster, he said. At the height of Queensland's January flood disaster the Queensland Police Facebook page attracted 450 views per second.


http://bigpondnews.com/articles/OddSpot/2011/10/08/Police_use_Zombie_Day_to_test_web_page_670606.html

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Fun in the Snow




Endgame: Cycling in USA!

Endgame : Buses!



Fire Hydrant

Fire Hydrant


Endgame Roads and Bridges!

Doubledecker living root bridge, Bangladesh

Doubledecker living root bridge, Bangladesh

Root Bridges in Bangladesh

http://hwaairfan.wordpress.com/2011/09/17/the-living-bridge-of-bangladesh/
http://thevelvetrocket.com/2010/11/14/the-living-bridges-of-meghalaya/











Endgame: Bridges!

Endgame: Bridges!

Endgame: most Bridges will look like that!








Substitute for bridge in China!

Earth Changes: Bridges!





Earth Changes: Bridges!

Earth Changes: Bridges!

Substitute for bridge!

Surprise at the bridge!

Substitute for the bridge!

Earth Changes: Bridges !

Earth Changes: Bridges !

Earth Changes Bridges
Earth Changes: Bridges !

Earth Changes: Bridges !


Earth Changes: Bridges

Earth Changes: Bridges!

Bridges

Earth Changes: Bridges!

Earth Changes: Bridges!

Earth Changes: Bridges!

Earth Changes: bridges

Earth Changes: Bridges !

Earth Changes: Bridges!

Earth Changes: Bridges!

train

storms in Mexico

Earth Changes: Bridges!

Earth Changes: Bridges !

Earth Changes: Bridges !

Earth Changes: Bridges

Into Santiago (Chile)

The following is a true story. Pick your taxi driver carefully!

http://bythom.com/Santiago.htm

With only five hours of intermittent, groggy sleep over a full day of traveling, barely awake after digesting course after course of First Class food, I walked out of the international airport in Santiago, Chile, and handed my bags to Ricardo, my newly acquired taxi driver. How I had managed to acquire him, I'm not sure. He seemed to magically appear at my side as I walked out of customs and into the mob of frenzied people that seem to be located outside the customs area at every Latin American airport.

"Santiago Park Plaza, por favor," I said to Ricardo, as he lobbed the bags into the trunk of a weary Datsun.

"In Providencia?"

"Si."

My impromptu linguistic abilities nearly exhausted, it soon became clear, however, that Ricardo knew less English than I did Spanish. No matter, as initially Ricardo was more interested in showing me exactly how fast the cab could accelerate while approximately pointing the vehicle at the airport exit. Only after getting the vehicle doing its best Formula One imitation did Ricardo turn and look at me, rattling off a few lines of Spanish brogadaccio that, to my point of view, were moving faster than the already speeding taxi.

The guidebooks warn you about this kind of driver, providing all kinds of ways to say slow down ("Podria conducir mas despacio?").

On the highway outside the airport it also soon became obvious that Ricardo had no desire to stay in any one lane for no more than a second. If he wasn't darting from side to side looking for that narrow passageway that would allow him to pass without losing more than one layer of paint., he would keep his options open by exactly straddling two lanes.

I chose this time to try out a line I had memorized from the phrasebook, Wicked Spanish:

"Por favor denos cascos," I said, politely asking for a helmet.

"Si," this was indeed funny, we agreed moments later.

Unfortunately, this simple exchange had a deleterious effect on Ricardo's already questionable driving. In retrospect, I suppose it is a bit difficult to control a fast-moving vehicle while facing backwards and laughing heartily. Moments after our exchange, he managed to enter the median at 120 kph and run over the curb of a road that crossed the divided highway.

Wump, wump, thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap...came the incredible noises from an undercarriage being done grave injustice. My head bounced off the bare metal roof of the cab.

Within a moment, all four tire hubs neatly acquired a notch exactly the shape of the curb. What rubber remained in the aging, bald tires was instantly disintegrated into a toxic black cloud that rose behind us.

Thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap...screech, screech, screech. Rubber on two of the tires gave way to notched metal.

The previously muy macho Ricardo had in my mind just become the venerably macho (and mucho loco) Ricardo.

But Ricardo wasn't done amazing me. His shock appeared to last no more than ten seconds. He quickly pulled his injured steed off the highway, got out, and shook his head seriously as he took in the damage. Out came the jack. Up went the car. From the roadside he scavenged some pieces of wood, and in moments, my former chariot was up on blocks, sans tires.

"Diez minutos," Ricardo said to me, quoting the standard Latin American time estimate.

Yeah, right.

Ricardo next hailed a passing bus, threw what was left of the tires in, and then climbed in after them, leaving me alone at the side of a busy, dusty highway in the middle of nowhere. What was once a taxi now looked like a candidate for extended parts scavenging. With a gringo standing next to it.

I thought I'd be okay--just grab my stuff from the trunk and hail one of the empty cabs I occasionally saw heading towards the airport on the other side of the highway. But Ricardo wasn't having any of that. Unnoticed by me, he had locked the trunk, and there was no inside release. With five thousand dollars worth of camera equipment now entombed, no way I was going anywhere.

But I refused to panic.

I looked for an alternate key. I looked everywhere for a hidden release. I tentatively examined and yanked on the backseat for possible access. Nothing doing.

So I waited. If this was some new-fangled tourist scam, it sure was a complicated (and slow moving) one. I fended off a passing pedestrian and a curious taxi driver who suspected opportunity. With no obvious, simple out, I was going to see what Ricardo came up with.

What he came up with was a set of workable tires. From what I have now dubbed the Divine Bus of the Tire Gods came Ricardo, smile on his face, rolling what looked like real wheels down the steps. Almost exactly an hour after he left, he was back and eagerly engaged in mounting his horse's new shoes.

Of course, close examination showed that these new shoes weren't exactly new. One had a mysterious bulge on the inside, while another showed the signs of having been forced into some semblance of round by an unidentified blunt force. Perhaps they were new to Ricardo--they were certainly new to me. All I cared about at this point was that they would last long enough to get me to the hotel (they did).

As Ricardo tightened the last lug nut, he looked up at me. A big, silly grin burst across his face. "Bienvenido a Chile!" he said.

Welcome, indeed.

Wallaby farts key to less emissions
Stupid article!
http://bigpondnews.com/articles/OddSpot/2011/06/30/Wallaby_farts_key_to_less_emissions_631891.html
Thursday, June 30, 2011


Earth Changes: Road Surprises!

Earth Changes: Road Surprises!

Earth Changes: Road Surprises!

Earth Changes: Road Surprises!

Highway to the Cemetry!

Earth Changes: Road Surprises!

High Tide can't be stopped by the sign!

useless road signs

Earth Changes: Road Surprises!

Earth Changes: Road Accessability

Earth Changes : Road Signs !















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pillow cat

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