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#21
That is big...


Someone call Kevin Martin stat!!!

Chuckle

Think for yourself

influence is no form of government
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#22
Dutchsinse posted this yesterday. Near a super volcano.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jWg3kavb...e=youtu.be
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#23
(05-15-2020, 04:42 PM)Frigg Wrote: That is big...


Someone call Kevin Martin stat!!!

Chuckle

You mean the weather non weather man? Chuckle
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#24
(05-16-2020, 11:40 AM)Lily Wrote: Dutchsinse posted this yesterday. Near a super volcano.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jWg3kavb...e=youtu.be

one of the predictions given in those future america maps is of a new volcano emerging in the sierra and a big island being formed between tahoe and mammoth mountain.

also a big island being all that is left in the shasta area of the trinities.



this is one map that suggests that scenario:



[Image: 20170721_bunker.jpg]
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#26
I still find it peculiar that my insurance, the same policy for two or more decades, suddenly removed coverage for EQ related loss and flood loss/destroyed by rising water related of any kind..man made or natural.
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#27
i've read that nevada has those most geothermic wells of any state.

there are tons of hotsprings here...(i'm in nevada ATM)

i don't know of any place else where you can fish for bass, bluegill and crappie at almost 5000 ft elevation
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#28
This might be the precursor before the big one on the west coast or new madrid. There was a prophecy I heard from somewhere saying that a big earthquake would happen in a place not thought to normally have earthquakes, that would trigger two other major fault lines in the United States.
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#29
It seems like the earthquakes we have been having lately are more the 'ring like a bell' kind. It seems to me we used to get quakes with a few aftershocks, but not this hundreds of quakes after. Just stacks of quakes.

Does anyone else notice this? I have been interested and following earth sciences since about 1990. The stacks of quakes seem to be a thing after the hawaii eruption.
The Japan quake was large and had many aftershocks, but my impression is - not stacks like this.
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(05-16-2020, 11:47 AM)Hugh Manatee Wrote:
(05-16-2020, 11:40 AM)Lily Wrote: Dutchsinse posted this yesterday. Near a super volcano.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jWg3kavb...e=youtu.be

one of the predictions given in those future america maps is of a new volcano emerging in the sierra and a big island being formed between tahoe and mammoth mountain.

also a big island being all that is left in the shasta area of the trinities.



this is one map that suggests that scenario:



[Image: 20170721_bunker.jpg]

This image also goes along with the Joe Brandt vision/dream from 1937:

https://youtu.be/9ih-wyLLFZw

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-2R9o2Jo-Po

"I looked up at the clock down by that big theater. It was ten minutes to four. Something big was going to happen....She kept saying, "earthquake, its the earthquake," over and over. But I couldn't see that anything was different.

Then, when it came, how it came. Like nothing in God's world. Like nothing. It was like the scream of a siren, long and low, or the scream of a woman I heard having a baby when I was a kid. It was awful. It was as if something—some monster—was pushing up the sidewalks. You felt it long before you saw it, as if the sidewalks wouldn't hold you anymore. I looked out at the cars. They were honking, but not scared. They just kept moving....

"I wondered what year it was. It certainly was not 1937. I saw a newspaper on the corner with a picture of the President. It surely wasn't Mr. Roosevelt. He was bigger, heavier, big ears."

The shaking had started again, but this time different. It was a nice shaking, like a cradle being rocked for a minute, and then I saw the middle of the Boulevard seem to be breaking in two. The concrete looked as if it were being pushed straight up by some giant shovel. It was breaking in two. That is why the girl's car went out of control. And then a loud sound again, like I've never heard before—then hundreds of sounds—all kinds of sounds; children, and women, and those crazy guys with earrings. They were all moving, some of them above the sidewalk. I can't describe it. They were lifted up.

And the waters kept oozing—oozing. The cries. God, it was awful. I woke up. I never want to have that dream again.

It came again. Like the first time which was a preview and all I could remember was that it was the end of the world. I was right back there—all that crying. Right in the middle of it. My eardrums felt as if they were going to burst. Noise everywhere. People falling down, some of them hurt badly. Pieces of buildings, chips, flying in the air. One hit me hard on the side of the face, but I didn't seem to feel it. I wanted to wake up, to get away from this place. It had been fun in the beginning, the first dream, when I kind of knew I was going to dream the end of the world or something. This was terrible. There were older people in cars. Most of the kids were on the street. But those old guys were yelling bloody murder, as if anybody could help them. Nobody could help anybody. It was then I felt myself lifted up. Maybe I had died. I don't know. But I was over the city. It was tilting toward the ocean—like a picnic table.

The buildings were holding, better than you could believe. They were holding. They were holding. They were holding.

The people saw they were holding and they tried to cling to them or get inside. It was fantastic. Like a building had a will of its own. Everything else breaking around them, and they were holding, holding. I was up over them—looking down. I started to root for them. "Hold that line," I said. "Hold that line. Hold that line. Hold that line." I wanted to cheer, to shout, to scream. If the buildings held, those buildings on the Boulevard, maybe the girl—the girl with the two kids—maybe she could get inside. It looked that way for a long time, maybe three minutes, and three minutes was like forever. You knew they were going to hold, even if the waters kept coming up. Only they didn't.

I've never imagined what it would be like for a building to die. A building dies just like a person. It gives way, some of the bigger ones did just that. They began to crumble, like an old man with palsy, who couldn't take it anymore. They crumbled right down to nothing. And the little ones screamed like mad—over and above the roar of the people. They were mad about dying. But buildings die.....

Some places they fell to the streets on their knees and started to pray for the world. I didn't know the English were emotional. Ireland, Scotland—all kinds of churches were crowded—it seemed night and day. People were carrying candles and everybody was crying for California, Nevada, parts of Colorado—maybe even all of it, even Utah. Everybody was crying—most of them didn't even know anybody in California, Nevada, Utah, but they were crying as if they were blood kin. Like one family. Like it happened to them.


Then, I saw again. Boulder Dam, going down—pushing together, pushing together breaking apart—no, Grand Canyon was pushing together, and Boulder Dam was breaking apart. It was still daylight. All these radio stations went off at the same time—Boulder Dam had broken.

I wondered how everybody would know about it—people back East. That was when I saw the "ham radio operators." I saw them in the darndest places, as if I were right there with them. Like the little guy with glasses, they kept sounding the alarm. One kept saying: "This is California. We are going into the sea. This is California. We are going into the sea. Get to high places. Get to the mountains. All states west—this is California. We are going into the. . . we are going into the. . ." I thought he was going to say "sea," but I could see him. He was inland, but the waters had come in. His hand was still clinging to the table, he was trying to get up, so that once again he could say: "This is California. We are going into the sea. This is California. We are going into the sea."

I seemed to hear this, over and over, for what seemed hours—just those words—they kept it up until the last minute—all of them calling out, "Get to the mountains—this is California. We are going into the sea."

"This is California. We are going into the sea. This is California. We are going into the sea. Get to the mountains. Get to the hilltops. California, Nevada, Colorado, Arizona, Utah. This is California. We are going into the sea."
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