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Heard some important information on Twitter today, and thought I’d post it here for anyone who may not have heard it. This is actually a thing, devised by human rights organisation called Karma Nirvana.
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got asked at the airport what do i do with all the footage and audio i get and u know what apparently "i like filming stuff" is not an acceptable answer and when u get asked "but where does it go" neither is "it sits on my computer" but here is 3 minutes of what i got last week there is definitely not another 2 terabytes where this came from
got asked at the airport what do i do with all the footage and audio i get and u know what apparently "i like filming stuff" is not an acceptable answer and when u get asked "but where does it go" neither is "it sits on my computer" but here is 3 minutes of what i got last week there is definitely not another 2 terabytes where this came from
Something about airports really ramps up my intrusive thoughts- like “you should-“ no no I shouldn’t brain stfu so I can get through security
Gems of Opportunity: Aviation Safety Concept: "The Laser Ring of Misdirection"
Hello All,
Just yesterday I channeled this conceptual design via clairvoyance from my Angels using my creative Imagineering faculties. Having heard a couple of days ago that on Nov. 11th, 2015 of this year there were 20 incidents across the United States. Of stray laser beam intrusions causing some havoc with airliners at airports in taking off and landing. Be these innocent accidental stray beams from equipment in or outside an airport. From onlookers at the perimeter fence line of an airport watching take off and arrivals of airliners. With the minority of malicious trouble makers for shits & giggles seeing what a laser beam does to the avionics of an airliner. This can also include police and local news helicopters with camera arrays and/or night vision equipment on board. That can easily become blinded when in flight by the pilot HUD (Head Up Display) flight helmet.
My unique conceptual design is to develop a countermeasure technology suite to overcome this dilemma airports and pilots that are in flight, including military drones that are piloted remotely. What I have in mind is a perimeter rail embedded onto the grass in the shape of a ring or crown just within the security fence line of an airport. This rail for lack of a better name has a daisy chain of counter intrusion laser emitters that are of a higher caliber than intruding stray laser beam strikes. These powerful lasers via motion sensors along the rails configuration around the airstrips of an airport or helicopter pad. Will detect a stray laser with its higher power intensity will Interdict Such Lasers by causing them to Misdirect Safely Away. Causing the offensive laser to bend when it's encountered by the stronger laser beam package located with the rail laser emitters. The interdiction laser can also calculate the distance of the originating source of the offensive stray laser beam to its original location. Where security camera's can hopefully zoom into such a locale and use face recognition software to detect the accidental party, hoodlums, or terrorists. The rail ring configuration with its laser emitters are angled at a 90 to 180 degrees away from the airstrips. With an additional curvature housing that blocks the laser emitters being aligned towards the run ways of an airport. These safety measures also help counter act if the system is ever hacked maliciously. Where it couldn't be used against aircraft taking off or landing. The only jeopardy I can envision at this point is if one or more persons breaches the security fence or impersonates grounds keepers. By causing a false flag decoy event to trigger the interdiction lasers. Where nearby the terrorists pull out a mirror array to misdirect the more powerful interdiction laser onto aircraft. If so the beam calculating package will note this local hijacking of its system and be programed within 3 to 5 seconds to shut down. Allowing for security cameras to locate the ground intruders and to dispatch local police and security forces to apprehend them.
This "Laser Ring of Misdirection" airport system could in theory also be utilized against stray drones coming into the airport airspace as well. The rail ring laser emitters could beam at the drone shutdown codes that force it to land safely at a distance. Sorta like hacking the drone automatically by hijacking its signal causing it to land or crash elsewhere. In the process of doing this it can also perform a backward trace to its host pilot signal be it by radio, cellular, or satellite to pinpoint the pilot’s location. In order for again airport security camera's to zoom in onto the person or ground vehicle (car make, model, and license plates). Thus dispatching local police or security detail to arrest the drone intruders. The rail configuration ring could also be loaded with an EMP (Electromagnetic Pulse) package that it can direct at stray drones. If not the powerful laser emitter can fry the power supply circuits to the drone causing it to crash. Much like swatting a troublesome fly that is in the way. This is but one proposed countermeasure interdiction system for stray and malicious laser beam strikes onto aircraft and foreign drones in the airspace. I hope it gets you the readers thinking since it's only a matter of time until one laser beam mishap or civilian hobbyist drone causes an airliner crash in the airport. Afterwards expect the Federal and State governments going Ape Shit on the entire civilian drone industry let alone stiffer prison terms for accidental offenders. Aside from the malicious actors be they trouble makers up into full blown terrorists on such a soft vulnerable target with mass casualty potential.
============== Ivan "Atrayo" Pozo-Illas, has devoted 20 years of his life to the pursuit of clairvoyant automatic writing channeling the angelic host. Ivan, is the author to the spiritual wisdom series of "Jewels of Truth" consisting of 3 volumes published to date. He also channels conceptual designs that are multi-faceted for the next society to come that are solutions based as a form of dharmic service. Numerous examples of his work is available at "Atrayo's Oracle" blog site of 10 years plus existence online. Your welcome to visit his website "Jewelsoftruth.us" for further information or to contact "Atrayo" directly.
the united states has some bizarre obsession with anti-homeless architecture. I was talking to my grandma and mom the other day and they were like "remember how there were places to lie down in the shanghai airport" and my grandma was like "yeah I go to the airport here and they've got bars in the middle of benches so you can't lie down" and I was like "??? that is word for word anti-homeless architecture??" and I mean I don't like anti-homeless architecture anywhere but it straight up does not make any sense to put it into an airport, where you have to pay to be
I Think You’re In My Seat.
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Unfortunately, the airlines messed up the seating arrangement and Jens is forced to sit on his own. Fortunately, someone else's seating arrangement was also messed up.
"Bad news," Moyo announced as Jens followed closely behind him. "They messed up our seats."
"What?" exclaimed Sander, giving the both of them a puzzled look. "How did they manage to do that?"
"The system completely messed up everyone's seats." Jens explained. "So, since we checked in late, we basically got the scraps. Which means, there is a very slim chance we're all stuck together." He reached over and flicked the back of Aaron's head. "I told you if you showered in the morning we would be late."
"I didn't expect you guys to show up so early." He groaned. "I wasn't even awake yet."
Jens snorted. "Well, you know we still had to take the train. Bottom line is, we can thank you for the shitty seats."
"But, not so shitty." Moyo added. He began to pass the new tickets around, the ones with the new seat number on them. "Robbe, Sander, we managed to snag you the last two seats together. Kind of at the front."
"You are a miracle worker." Sander laughed as he patted Moyo's shoulder. "What about you guys? Where are you guys sitting?"
"Jens has a window seat near the middle of the plane, I'm a few rows behind him and Aaron has a seat at the very back of the plane." Moyo continued on. "And no Aaron, we are not switching."
"Oh come on, it's going to take forever for me to get out. And I'm going to be near the bathrooms, I better not see Sander and Robbe going in at the same time."
Robbe blushed and hid his face into Sander's shoulder. "I don't think we're that promiscuous."
Sander only snorted. "Maybe it'll be revenge on Aaron for making us late."
"Hey, Moyo got you guys sitting together, why're you complaining?"
The rising teasing between his friends seemed to be getting louder, but Jens let their conversation fade around him. He was distracted by the bustle of the airport, people of all ages rushing around. The start of the summer months was probably a busy time for this place, and as much as he loved and adored Belgium, it felt nice to be headed somewhere else.
His eyes wandered among the crowd of people. Giggling kids with their decorated backpacks, business executives looking rather posh in their work attire with a cup of coffee in their hands and other older adults double-checking their bags for their passport and boarding passes. But his eyes only lead him somewhere else.
A few feet away were a group of three boys his age. One of them was leaned against the wall, his dark long curls giving contrast to his light brown skin. He was smiling at the guy to his right, who was sitting on top of a small carry-on luggage with a bright yellow backpack on. This boy also had dark hair, though it was cut short and just barely touched the tips of his ear, where a dangly earring hung. But the boy who really caught his attention was standing on an angle in front of them. From Jens' perspective, he could make out the sharpness of his jaw, the straight bridge of his nose and a small smile on his delicate pink lips. His light brown curls hung quite effortless in front of his face, and the denim jacket he had on fit his body nicely. Jens discreetly eyed him up and down, and felt a rush of adrenaline shoot through his body. He'd never been the type to admire strangers from afar, let alone be completely smitten over one.
But that was exactly what he was feeling right now.
His daydreaming was quickly interrupted by a sharp jab into his ribs. Wincing, he gave Aaron a glare.
"What was that for?"
"Moyo said you were staring too long. I asked what you were staring at and he told me just to ask you." Aaron responded rather innocently before shrugging his shoulders. "So what were you staring at?'
Feeling a blush rise to his cheeks, Jens bit his lip and pretended he had no idea what Aaron was talking about. "Nothing that concerns you." He mumbled out, looking down at his feet.
He heard Moyo snicker from his other side. "Aaron, I don't think you're going to have to worry about just Sander and Robbe sneaking off to the bathroom."
Now Jens elbowed Moyo's ribs. Not as harshly as Aaron did, but harsh enough. Moyo laughed and held up his hands in defence. Both Sander and Robbe raised their brows at him, before trying to sneakily turn around to figure out what Jens was eyeing at. Who Jens was eyeing at. When they came face to face with the other trio, they snickered to themselves as Jens gave them a side eye.
"Damn Jens," Robbe teased. "Three options?"
"One." He admitted, mumbling again. "But I'm not saying which one."
"You know what would be extremely lucky." Sander teased. "If you ended up sitting beside him."
Jens felt his face go a bit more red but scoffed, trying to play it cool. "It's better than sitting beside Aaron."
"Hey!" Aaron protested.
-
"Now boarding flight 2121." The intercom announced above them.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Robbe and Sander smile softly at each other. He had no idea what the sentiment meant, but judging by the way they looked at each other, it had something to do with their little love story. Jens tried not to feel the way his heart stung suddenly. He would never admit it, but he envied the way all his friends were very content in a relationship but he was not. For the most part, he never felt left out- just, rather lonely. Slinging his backpack over his shoulder, he made sure both his passport and boarding pass were in his hand as he walked up to the flight information desk. The flight attendant smiled at him and ushered him off. Taking a deep breath, he trudged down the boarding bridge at a slower speed. He couldn't help but to also feel a tinge of disappointment. The boy in the denim jacket from earlier hadn't been sitting around their gate, and he hadn't seen him since him and his friends had wandered off twenty minutes ago. There was now exactly zero chance of scoring a seat beside him, even if his chances from before were still close to zero.
He felt Moyo slap his shoulder, which startled him a bit.
"See you in two hours." He remarked.
"I hope you seat mate is some old grandma who can't hear very well but insists on talking." Jens taunted playfully, as he found his seat. Slipping into the small aisle, he flopped down on the window seat and gave Moyo a handshake before he headed off.
"I hope I get a cute girl." Aaron remarked, as he slowly passed Jens' aisle.
Raising brow, Jens smirked. "How would Amber feel about that?"
"You're right. I hope I get the grandma." Aaron muttered while rolling his eyes.
Jens looked over the other seats as other passengers clambered about, stumbling into their seats or trying to put their carry on luggage up on the overhead storage. A few rows up stood Sander and Robbe, who waved at him before the settled into their seat. When he knew all of his friends were in their seats, he sighed heavily and placed his backpack underneath the seat above him. Tapping his fingers on the arm rest as he bounced his leg, he distracted the remaining minutes before takeoff by looking outside of his window.
Only to be interrupted less than two minutes after.
"I think you're in my seat." A voice with a slightly different accent announced.
Turning his head to face the person the voice belonged to, he felt his face heat up again.
It was the boy from earlier, the one in the denim jacket. Only this time, he was standing very close to Jens. He could now make out the silver rings on his finger, the way his jacket actually hung over more over his shoulders than he thought and the colour of his eyes. The vibrant blue that stared into his brown ones, its colour so bright that Jens didn't believe colour existed before this moment. Realizing he was probably gawking at him, Jens swallowed the lump in his throat and tried to conceal his mess of emotions.
"No? I'm pretty sure this is my seat."
The boy reached over, showing his boarding pass. Squinting a bit, Jens read the seat number and frowned.
"I think they double booked the seat." He stated, looking back up at the boy.
Shrugging, the boy just ran a hand through his curls and sat down. Jens was rather surprised at his chill and confident behaviour, which had him going through an even more internal mess of feelings.
Trying to avoid gazing at him for so long, Jens turned around and started biting the inner corner of his cheek. He suddenly felt very nervous that the boy was beside him now, and if he let his arm up on the armrest, there would be the slightest physical contact between them.
Coming down the aisle was the other two guys, the rest of his trio. The one with the dark curls wiggled his brows at him, only to be lightly smacked on the arm as he passed through. The other boy, the one with shorter hair and was now wearing sunglasses with red lenses, reached out to pinch his cheeks. The boy ducked swiftly and snorted, looking behind him as his friends sat down. Jens noticed that the other two were sitting in different aisles, just like him and the Broerrs.
"Did they fuck up your seats too?" Jens asked, attempting to make conversation.
"Yeah, clearly." He laughed lightly, before fully turning his head to face Jens. "I'm Lucas."
"Jens." He nodded before trying to give him a small smile. It wasn't that smiling at him was an issue, Jens just didn't want to make it so obvious that his slight crush was growing by the second.
Fortunately, Lucas smiled back. "Are you travelling alone?"
"No, my friends are scattered about as well. That's how I figured the airline must have also messed up your seats up as well."
Laughing lightly, Lucas shook his head, his curls gently moving about. "I figured they messed up after seeing someone else in my seat. I just hope I'm not stealing someone else's."
"I don't think so. I think you and your friends were the last ones to board. See? They're closing up the doors now."
Lucas wasn't as tall as Jens, so he couldn't see above the seats. He put his hands on the armrest and lifted himself up a bit. The slight brush of his fingers just barely grazing over Jens' hoodie sleeve was enough to send sparks through his body. The very slight contact had his face turning pink again, and he needed to calm down before Lucas noticed.
"You're right." He agreed, bringing himself back down. "To be honest, I thought they would close the plane before we got on. It's a miracle I'm here right now."
"Why's that?"
"My friend Jayden, he's back there with his red glasses, decided to be an idiot and lose his passport somewhere in the airport. We came from a connecting flight from Amsterdam, so at least it's not there."
"I get that, my friend Aaron also decided to be an idiot. He woke up late which lead us to checking in late, which lead us to shitty seats and being separated." Jens added, before biting his lip. "So, you're from Amsterdam?"
"Not quite. Utrecht, but the closest airport is Amsterdam. So, to get to Rome, we needed a connecting flight." He explained, before tilting his head a bit. "Are you from Brussels?"
"Not quite." Jens repeated, laughing a bit. "Antwerp. We're actually much closer to each other than we would've been."
"Yet we meet on a flight to another country." Lucas remarked, a glint sparkling in his blue eyes.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we will now begin the departure to Rome, Italy." An attendant called over the intercom.
The plane began to move beneath them and Jens double checked that his seatbelt was on. The attendants began to do the safety instructions in front of them, and Jens turned his head to look back out the window. After a few minutes, his instincts told him to look at Lucas, who hadn't said anything since the departing announcement.
Poor Lucas was squeezing his fists so hard that his knuckles were white and his face was drained of colour. The slight pink of his cheeks were gone and he was squeezing his eyes shut, taking in deep breathes to calm himself down. Jens widened his eyes, internally panicking as he had no idea what to do.
Reaching out slowly and slightly, he put a warm hand on top of one of Lucas' fists. The skin beneath his own was ice cold, and Lucas opened his eyes quickly, surprised to see that Jens was looking at him.
"Nervous flyer?" Jens asked lightly, but softly enough to be comforting.
He huffed out a nervous laugh. "Yeah, can you tell?"
"Just a little." He paused, unsure how to go about this. "Do you, uhh, do you maybe want to hold my hand?"
"May I?"
"Of course."
It took Lucas a second. But after feeling the plane begin to move faster as it lifted off the runway, he unclenched a fist and grabbed onto Jens' hand. His tight grip should have also cut off Jens' circulation, but Jens stayed calm. He let his thumb rub gently circles on top of Lucas' hand, trying to ease him a bit. After a few moments, he felt Lucas' grip loosen a bit, some warmth beneath their hands and Lucas' breathing being a little less restrained. Lucas' eyes were still closed, and Jens eyed him up and down, taking in the entire wonder of this boy.
This boy, who he realized, was holding his hand.
Of course, the intention was innocent. But Jens suddenly felt his heart race as he continued to let his touch calm Lucas down a bit. He couldn't believe he was holding his hand and if any of his friends knew, he would never hear the end of their teasing. When the plane was soaring through the sky at a steady pace, Lucas sighed heavily and fluttered his eyes open. After a few seconds in which he recollected himself, he turned to Jens and gave him a soft smile.
"Thanks, sorry, I didn't think I'd get so nervous. I was fine on my first flight, but to be fair I'm really tired. I didn't sleep much last night."
"It's okay." Jens smiled back, reassuring him. He noticed the way Lucas still hadn't let go of his hand, and he was just fine with that. "Do you always get nervous when you fly?"
"Mostly, yes. But not like, that bad. Except for now. I think I lost all feeling in my body."
"Probably helps if you actually sit by someone you know huh?" He joked.
Smiling a little wider, Lucas huffed out another nervous laugh. Though this time, it felt a bit lighter. "Yeah, but, it also helps to have someone like you to sit by."
"Someone like me?" Jens asked, unsure what the ambiguity of the statement meant.
Lucas only shrugged, giving him a grin before adding another rather vague statement. "Yeah, someone like you."
-
And for the second time today, Jens couldn't believe his luck. After about an hour into the flight, in where him and Lucas had quickly gotten comfortable with each other, Lucas had dozed off. Jens had recalled he was feeling a little tired, but as Lucas fell into a gentle slumber, his head slowly fell onto his shoulder. Lucas, being asleep, obviously didn't realize he had fallen asleep on his shoulder, but Jens couldn't help but feel so giddy. He didn't want to move however, because there was no way he was going to wake Lucas up and ruin this.
So, he aimlessly looked out the window and began to think. He couldn't help but feel like he had missed a chance with this boy when they parted ways after the next hour. But, he didn't know if it was too forward of him to ask for some kind of contact with him. To be fair, they had already held hands so the next natural step in this equation was to somehow get his number.
Feeling Lucas stir gently, he looked down at him. The light brown curls fell over his face gently and Jens could make out the small freckles over his nose and his eyelashes mimicking rays of sunlight as his beautiful blue eyes stayed hidden. Jens didn't know how someone could've been so beautiful, let alone be so close to him.
He truly felt like the luckiest person in the entire world.
"Sorry," Lucas mumbled, his eyes still closed. "I didn't mean to fall asleep on you."
Smiling down at him, Jens reached out to just squeeze his hand again. When they had let go of his hand, Jens tried to conceal his frown. So now, he used this as a gateway to have Lucas' hand back in his. He also liked how Lucas did't remove his head from his shoulder right away.
"It's okay. I don't mind."
He felt Lucas hum against his body, before letting out a loose giggle. "So, what are you heading to Rome for?"
"Just a trip, a quick one to start of the summer and what not. You?"
"The same." Lucas let his eyes look back up at Jens, and once again he was marvelled at the sight of them. "That's kind of a good coincidence."
"Or you know," Jens shrugged, looking away for a second. "Fate."
"Fate?"
"I mean, out of all the seats here, what were the chances you would be sitting by me? Or, let alone, having the same seat as me?"
Lucas grinned, the blue in his eyes clashing together as they became a mess of bright shades. "Seems just like a really good coincidence. Do you believe it that sort of stuff?"
"Fate?"
"Yeah."
For the second time, Jens repeated his shrug. "Sure, why not? It's kind of like, everything happens for a reason. What about you?"
"Do I believe in fate?"
"Yeah, or are you sticking to everything being a coincidence?"
"Mostly coincidence. Though, I am starting to think a little bit of all this might be fate?"
"Why's that?"
A familiar glint sparkled in Lucas' eyes again, as he let himself gaze at Jens above him. There was something knowing about the smile on his face, but Jens couldn't quite place his finger on it.
"I was going to fly out to Italy two weeks ago." Lucas began to say. "But Kes, my other friend here, had to renew his passport so we pushed our departure back. It kind of sucked at first, but not anymore."
"Sucks a little less?" Jens teased, biting the tip of his tongue between his teeth as he smiled widely.
"Definitely sucks a little less."
-
Both boys stood at the baggage claim. When Jens had gotten off the plane, all his friends had given him a suspicious look as the boy they had seen him admiring was suddenly following him. He had to give them credit for not saying much, as he didn't want to be embarrassed before he could even ask for his number. Aaron, and Lucas' two friends, Kes and Jayden, were still making their way towards the baggage claim. Sitting at the back of the plane was probably not idea, but it gave Jens some time with Lucas.
They got their luggage and Jens saw the other two guys, followed by Aaron, head over. Frowning slightly, he was sad to realize that Lucas and him would part ways and they would be nothing more than two random strangers who managed to sit beside each other on the plane. They weren't even from the same country, and he doubted that the universe would allow him to be this lucky again.
"Lucas!" The boy with red glasses called out, who Jens assumed was Jayden. "Who's your friend?"
"Jayden, Kes, this is Jens. Jens, meet Jayden and Kes." He introduced. "I told him I needed new friends who weren't idiots."
"Just friends?" Kes asked, raising his brows and for the first time, Lucas blushed so hard he turned pink. It made Jens smirk, amused at his reaction.
"Jens!" Aaron called out. "Who's your friend?"
Now it was time for Jens to introduce Lucas to the Broerrs. Turning around, he saw Moyo, Sander and Robbe heading towards him. When they reached him, they stood beside him, all three of them smiling widely as the smirked at the very small distance between him and Lucas.
Coughing awkwardly, Jens bounced his leg. "Luc, meet Moyo, Sander, Robbe and Aaron. Guys, meet Lucas. I met him on the plane."
"And you didn't go to the bathroom?" Aaron piped up and Jens reached behind Lucas and quickly swatted the back of Aaron's head. Aaron winced as the rest of the guys continued their smirking.
"So, where in Rome are you staying?" asked Robbe, and Jens was thankful for the opening normalcy of a new conversation.
"I forget the name, but it's like, a quick shuttle ride from here? Napoleon or something." Kes replied.
"No way?" Moyo exclaimed. "Napoleon Hotel Roma?"
"Uhm yes?" Lucas replied, furrowing his brows in confusion.
Moyo clapped Jens' chest, startling him with his excitement. "Dude, that's the one we're staying at! Did you not know that?"
"Honestly, the hotel didn't even come up in our conversation." Jens admitted.
"Well come on!" Jayden exclaimed, calling then out to follow him. "We can all head to the shuttle and get there together. How long are you guys staying in Rome for?"
"Two weeks." Sander responded, wiggling two of his fingers up.
"No way! So are we!" Kes said in surprise.
Jens looked at Lucas, who was still blushing and giggle beside him. The rest of the guys had started to follow Jayden's lead, but Jens let himself bask in Lucas' company for a few more seconds. Lucas looked up to meet his eyes, a happy grin plastered on his face.
"So, is your opinion still changing?" Jens asked, wiggling his brows.
"What?"
"Do you still think this is a big coincidence?"
"A little bit." Lucas shrugged, his grin growing wider as he took in the way Jens was looking down and smiling at him. "But, I think I'd like to think that this is definitely fate."
"And I'm pretty sure that's exactly it."
"So is this fate Jens? Were we meant to meet right here, right now?"
"I think that's what was supposed to happen. I was meant to meet someone like you."
"Someone like me?"
"Someone like you."
And with that, they followed their friends towards the airport shuttle. Jens didn't know what the rest of the trip, the rest of the summer, meant for him, but that was okay. Because when he looked down, he smiled as Lucas shyly slipped his hand into his and intertwined their fingers together. Lucas pretended he hadn't reached out for him, but Jens felt his hand squeeze against his as he repeated the circular motions with his thumb on top of his hand. They didn't have to say anything, but it was clear they were thinking the exact same thing.
Maybe everything did happen for a reason.
do you ever think about those friend-for-an-hour strangers that you only met because you ended up in a weird situation with them?
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It is always refreshing to find inspiration in unusual places
A man on his way to his flight,
Gave TSA quite a large fright.
- Suspected a gun
But he was just hung,
A quick pat then proved that he's right.
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