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11/10/2025

Thinnnnk about it….

11/10/2025

Flouride, research it.

11/09/2025

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11/07/2025

OMG. So frkn cute. I feel that way sometimes when I look in the mirror.

11/07/2025

They are not only killing the owls; they are killing the old growth forest and every other animal that lives there. Think about it. When the forest is removed, where do the animals live? This is disgusting. Man is a plaque that continually spreads his disease; one of greed and consumption.

* They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.

11/06/2025

These are not just stories. They are pathways that lead to greater understanding and doorways that welcome those who do…

The Bear Who Carried the Light of the Earth

In the northern silence, where the stars burn like whispers of forgotten fires, there lived a great white bear who was older than the first dawn. The elders called her Nanuq-Ara, the Keeper of Light. She was said to wander between the worlds—half in the realm of spirit, half in the soil of the living—her fur woven from frost, moss, and memory.

It was told that inside her chest grew an entire forest. Pines, birches, and tiny blue flowers glowed softly beneath her ribs, nourished by the heartbeat of the world. Every step she took sent roots deep into the earth, and from them, new life always followed. To see her was to witness the breath of creation itself.

But the world began to change. The nights grew warmer, the rivers thinner. The forest inside Nanuq-Ara began to flicker like a candle at the end of its wax. The animals, once safe in her shadow, wandered lost beneath strange skies. The humans, too, forgot the old songs—they built fires that did not honor the flame, and spoke words that carried no spirit.

One winter, when the moon hung low and red, the bear felt the ache of the earth in her bones. She climbed to the highest ridge of the world, where the air was thin and stars bent low to listen. There she sat in silence, her fur shimmering with the light of the dying forest within her.

For seven nights, she neither moved nor spoke. And on the eighth, a single tree—tall, golden, and alive with fire—grew from her heart. It reached into the heavens, its branches piercing the veil of the sky. The stars themselves drank from its glow, and for the first time in centuries, the aurora danced again.

The forest within her burned bright once more—not with destruction, but renewal. Rivers began to sing. The ice remembered its shape. And the people below, waking from their long forgetting, saw the light upon the northern horizon. They knelt, not in fear, but in awe.

From that night on, the elders taught a new story: that the bear still sits beneath the sky, her spirit rooted in the heart of the Earth, her breath rising as mist each dawn. She carries the forest within her so that we might remember—light is not a gift to be taken, but a living flame to be guarded, fed by our kindness and respect.

If you ever walk beneath a winter sky and feel warmth touch your face, though no fire burns nearby, it is said that Nanuq-Ara is passing. Her light travels quietly, reminding all who listen that the Earth still breathes through those who love her.

11/06/2025

I love this….

🌙 Under the Same Sky as the Seven Sisters 💫

Tonight, the heavens unfold a story of quiet magic — the Moon drifts close to the Pleiades, the radiant cluster of the Seven Sisters that has guided dreamers for thousands of years. 🌌

A brilliant silver Moon glows softly beside six vivid blue stars, each one shimmering through the thin November haze. Together, they paint the night in shades of mystery and peace, where time feels slower and the heart feels infinite. ✨

If you listen closely, you can almost hear the sky breathe — a gentle reminder that the universe is alive, watching, and whispering. 🌙💙

So tonight, lift your eyes and let the light of the Moon and the Sisters remind you: even in the deepest darkness, there is always something — or someone — shining for you. 🌠

11/06/2025

🌠 The Night of Comet Lemmon 🌕💫

They say some lights appear only once in a thousand years — and tonight, the sky whispered one of its rarest stories. ✨
The Comet Lemmon (C/2023 A3), glowing in shades of gold and turquoise, drifted slowly through the heavens — its long, radiant tail stretching across the horizon like a river of light. It wasn’t rushing, it wasn’t loud… it simply was — silent, majestic, eternal.

For a brief moment, time itself seemed to pause. The world below grew quiet, as if every heart on Earth looked up and held its breath. 🌌
And then — just like that — it continued its thousand-year journey, vanishing into the dark, carrying with it the kind of beauty that only visits once in a lifetime.

Maybe that’s what makes it unforgettable — not because it stayed, but because it passed by, reminding us how precious every fleeting moment of wonder truly is. 🌠💙

11/05/2025

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Eyes to the Sky Tonight! 🌙 🌠

November 5 brings a special celestial combo — the Southern Taurid Meteor Shower peaking under the glow of the Super Beaver Moon!

The Taurids are famous for their slow, bright “fireballs” larger meteors that shine longer and more brilliantly than most. Even with the full supermoon lighting up the sky, these fiery streaks may still put on a show.

The best viewing time is around midnight, when Ta**us climbs high overhead. Step outside, let your eyes adjust to the night, and you might just catch a few dazzling meteors blazing across the sky.

Read more: https://astronomynews.site/?p=307