Dangerous Intellectuals Podcast

@DangerThinking

Oct 25

SHIMJELLY Jim

@shimjelly

Oct 23

Stalin’s Vultures
Above, Stalin’s Soviet troops perched like vultures on the Chain Bridge, a bloodthirsty horde driven by their leader’s unrelenting cruelty. Whipped into compliance by Stalin’s iron will, some Soviets fought with drunken savagery, intoxicated by liquor to dull the bitter cold and hunger they weren’t prepared for, their screams wild as they sought blood.
Others, hollow-eyed conscripts, killed to survive, knowing disobedience meant death by their own commanders’ hands. Their gunfire spat death into the dark, a chaotic roar of bullets raining from both banks of the Danube. The river, a silver serpent splitting Pest from Buda, churned below, its icy floes clashing like the jaws of a prehistoric beast.
Freedom fighters, desperate to defend both sides of the city, had commandeered riverboats to ferry men and arms between Pest’s fervour and Buda’s stronghold. But the Soviets, swarming from the north, struck from both banks, their bullets and shells shredding the boats. Splintered hulls sank, crashing against the bridge’s massive footings, pinned alongside jagged ice floes.
The wreckage, fused with the river’s frozen breath, formed a treacherous footbridge—half-submerged, undulating, alive. Boats lodged against stone, their timbers groaning under the river’s weight, while floes shifted and churned, a restless mosaic of ice and ruin.
My father’s eyes, sharp as an eagle’s, scanned the chaos. The Chain Bridge, their path to Buda Castle, was sealed by Soviet steel. The only way was the river itself—a deadly dance across this moving, breathing bridge of wreckage.
Beside him stood András, his best friend since childhood, a brother forged in World War II’s fires. Their bond transcended words, a synchronicity of souls, as if their spirits moved as one, guided by the same unseen hand. No glance was needed; they knew each other’s heart, each step a silent vow to lead or die.
My father, the Shamanic griffin, took the first leap without fear, blazing the trail like Attila storming the steppes. His men—veterans and child-men alike—followed, a constellation of courage, jumping from floe to shattered boat, then back to floe, hugging the bridge’s underbelly to dodge the Soviet hail.
The footbridge lived, treacherous and unforgiving. As my father stepped onto broken timbers, the wood sank beneath his weight, water lapping at his boots, only to rise again as he sprang to the next floe. The ice, slick and shifting, dipped under each man’s tread, forcing nimble leaps to stay afloat.
It was as if they walked on water, defying the Danube’s icy jaws with Shamanic grace. Drawing on what seemed like a previous life.
Above, Soviet bullets screamed, cutting men down mid-step, the bloodthirsty Soviets’ aim as wild as their drunken roars, their hunger and cold fuelling a frenzy that cared little for precision. Crimson stained the floes, veterans and child-men alike falling to the river’s merciless jaws, their young lives and seasoned souls claimed by the Danube’s relentless hunger.
Yet my father, Imre Torma, the warrior, pressed on, his lion’s heart a drumbeat against fate, his eagle’s spirit soaring above the chaos. András, his spiritual shadow, matched his every move, their synchronicity a beacon through the hail of bullets.
Together, they guided the men—grizzled warriors and vengeance—forged youths—across the treacherous footbridge of ice and wreckage, each leap a defiance of death itself. The shattered boats groaned, sinking and rising under their steps, while the floes shifted, forcing split-second bounds to the next precarious hold.
It was a dance of Shamanic grace, as if the ancient spirits of Hungary’s pagan past whispered strength, while Saint Imre’s Christian light steadied their resolve. The Soviets’ bullets tore through the air, claiming more lives, the young fighters’ eyes burning with the fury of lost families, the veterans’ scars pulsing with battles remembered.

Mark Attwood

@MarkAttwood

Oct 22

Dr. METAL

@DrMetal

Oct 21

Chlorine dioxide (CDS) is one of the few therapeutics that actually clears a biofilm without nuking the terrain.

It’s a selective oxidizer. At the low ppm range used in water treatment and the protocols Dr. Andreas Kalcker has documented for years, it oxidizes pathogens and rix while leaving healthy tissue largely alone. Lab work has shown it can drop MRSA by 99.99% at 0.5–5 ppm, degrade viral nucleic acids, and penetrate biofilms that standard antibiotics cannot reach. The same chemistry has been used for decades to cut dioxins in pulp processing.

The suppression story is predictable. NASA once called it a universal antidote for neutralizing pathogens and toxins. Bolivia’s Cochabamba province approved CDS for COVID use. Kalcker’s site (andreaskalcker.com) has the longest public record of the protocols, dosing ranges, and mechanisms. Mainstream medicine still treats it as if it were bleach. It is not. Bleach is sodium hypochlorite; chlorine dioxide is a different molecule with a different redox behavior. (The reaction of hydrochloric or citric acid with potassium chlorate)

Start low. Stay hydrated. Follow the established protocols. The chemistry is real.

If you want to make your own 3000 ppm solution, Dr. Kalcker has a video you can follow (link below).

Store your solution in an amber glass bottle in the fridge. You can also purchase premade 3000 ppm solutions online as referenced by @MakisMedicine

Remember, "If it's yellow, it works" -- Kalcker.

I actually have some homemade CDS in my fridge from a year or more ago, and it's still yellow!

"Just drink a schluck more" -- Kalcker.

If you needed it immediately and didn't have it already pre-mixed: "3 drops of chlorite and acid in a syringe, and push the gas into water. It's in my last book, Archived Health" -- Kalcker

How to make CDS: dioxitube.com/w/uLMznvB6EiHT…

Reference: andreaskalcker.com/en/

Dangerous Intellectuals Podcast

@DangerThinking

Oct 18

Observing Consciousness

@holonabove

Oct 18

👁️Watch the clip below... France is burning and the fire is only the part you can see... up to 800,000 people are in the streets, a historic town hall is in flames, and borrowing costs are closing in on 5%...

Underneath, the architecture that held European power together for Brussels, London, Berlin and Paris all depended on one another, and on routes they no longer control...

Panama, Greenland, Hormuz, Suez, the pipelines and the shadow tankers... every chokepoint is turning into a pressure point, and every bailout feeds the next round of unrest...

Europe is approaching critical mass, and the world around it is speeding up the fracture... watch the full breakdown...

Dangerous Intellectuals Podcast

@DangerThinking

Oct 17

Nicolas Hulscher, MPH

@NicHulscher

Oct 17

Mad scientists are now creating and selling LIVING HUMAN–COMPUTER HYBRIDS using actual human brain cells.

The “biological computers” are part HUMAN BRAIN, part SILICON CHIP.

They require artificial HEART, LUNG, and KIDNEY functions to survive.

This is beyond disturbing...