#DontLookBack

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[graveseer-young]

DAYBREAKER - RANCH : DONT LOOK BACK ft @fleetsummers & @lxighmadxson

Colin Young "Shit" he had sounded the bell as soon as he saw the first daybreakers charge in. He followed protocol and got down as fast as he could. Out of sight, avoiding direct contact or be shot by arrows. This did not mean he would not go to where he knew Leigh was saddling up. She had talked about that to him during a shift. He ran , ducked and arrived as she was guiding her horse. "Leigh! They're here" he spoke hushed as he grabbed the saddle to swing it on the horse.

Leigh Madison Leigh had heard the bell and was already at the stable. She knew this was coming but damn if she thought they had more time. Unfortunately the chaos has spooked Stella and she was now wasting time trying to get her to settle. Eventually she got her down and that was when Colin arrived. "I heard. How much time do we have?" She asked as she held Stella steady while Colin got on the saddle.

Colin Young Colin was working as quickly as possible. He was no horse man, but he could saddle a horse, Leigh had showed him basic care. "I'll give you as much as you need to get back to Redwood." he spoke, knowing well what that actually meant and entailed. "Front gate is compromised, you'll have to get through one of the fences…let's go…"

Leigh Madison Leigh adjusted a couple of straps before pointing her attention on Colin. "Wait, what are you gonna do?" She didn't like what they could possibly mean, although leaving everyone back here was not exactly any better.

Colin Young "Buy you time if we get stopped on your way out." he replied as a matter of fact. "We're gonna be like the wind, quick and quiet." he heard some commotion nearby. "come on, let's go. " he motionned towards the back of the building. He peaked his head out , right, left, he saw no one in sight. "go go go."

Leigh Madison Leigh hated this. This was what she was here for, but still, Colin and the others weren't safe. And if she didn't make it back to Redwood in time it was possible everyone else here wouldn't survive. But she couldn't think of that. She had to succeed. So she followed behind Colin, waiting for him to give the clear. As he told her to go she did, pulling Stella along - until she heard gunfire behind Colin. "Colin, move!"

Colin Young Some of it brought back bad memories about how his last settlement , the difference was that zombies did not discriminate and aim with precision. He knew far well that one of them would be a shield for the other. It was what it was. He ducked down, the gunfire not really bothering him since they were everywhere, but he heard the bullet whistle past them. "Doesn't matter, forward Leigh, forward." he told her . Looking back to where that came from he still wasn't seeing anyone, and thus he focused on looking at the corner of the building, it would be open after this. "I'll go first , open the fence, you get on Sally and just go okay? " It wasn't really a question. He made a run for it, avoiding the traps he memorized thanks to Zack. He managed to open the fence, but before he could make any further move, he felt the air knocked out of him when projected…well…against said fence. He groaned, completly out of it and shook his head to regain composure. He only had time to see the light vanish behind a towering figure when he felt a blow.

Leigh Madison Leigh knew that when this day happened it was going to be bad, but still to see it like it was - nothing could have ever prepared her for it. She remembered the chaos when the ranch she had been on was overrun with zombies but it was so much more different than right now. Colin's directions were easy but she didn't like them. Although he left no room for argument as he ran to the fence. She saddled herself on Stella and was ready to run when she saw the man throw Colin into the fence. "Colin!"

She dug her heels into Stella's sides and ran around the traps, approaching the man that was towering over Colin. As she got closer she rared Stella on her hind legs so Stella would kick the man away from Colin. It worked - kind of. He stumbled and then looked up to Leigh with a predatory sort of glance. She backed Stella away as the guy wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and started walking towards her.

fleet summers Colin was safe -- within reason -- where he'd landed, so Fleet didn't head towards him. If Colin was injured worse then there was nothing he could do anyhow; the real concern was getting the way clear for Leigh to make it out, make it to Redwood.

The idea wasn't to draw the Daybreaker's attention, not really; Fleet was more inclined to take advantage of his focus being on Leigh. But even his lightfooted run towards the man didn't work in the end because Stella saw him, or caught wind of him, and she lifted her head and whinnied, and the Daybreaker must have understood horses because that reaction prompted him to turn. Fleet should have kept running. He should have barrelled right into the man and swung his crowbar before the Daybreaker had much time to register what was happening.

But he wasn't a seasoned fighter in that way. He couldn't suppress his overwhelming instinctual reaction, which was to freeze, some feet away with his crowbar in his shaking hands. 'I'll do both of you, then,' the Daybreaker said, with a sinister grin, his eyes on Fleet's weapon as he stalked towards him.

Leigh Madison Leigh was running through her options. She could try to run through him with Stella but that wasn't guaranteed to work. He could grab her and pull her off if she wasn't fast enough or hurt Stella and then they had no way to get word back to Redwood. She had to think fast but she wasn't a fighter. Not like this, at least. She was looking to Colin, willing him to get up when Stella started to whinny. That's when she saw Fleet. Unfortunately, just as much as Stella's behavior gave Fleet away to her, it gave him away to the Daybreaker too. Stella was trotting nervously and she held the reins steady to keep her from bolting. But now with the Daybreaker not paying attention to her and focused on Fleet, she could make a move. She clicked her heels into Stella's sides and started running towards him. "Fleet, move!" she said just as she got close and trampled him down with Stella. It wouldn't keep him down but it could stun him enough for Fleet to help Colin while she started her race back to Redwood. She felt bad for leaving them behind but the sooner she got back the faster she could bring help. Hopefully nothing happened to them in that time.

Colin Young It took that long for Colin to come back to his senses. He pulled himself up with the help of the fence. He only saw the back of the horse, and was a a bit relieved that Leigh was on her way out. He couldn't do more. However, Fleet was standing opposite to him. Maybe they could pull it off to make him stumble towards a trap. Maybe. He wiped the blood from his face and took some speed to then jump on the daybreakers' back. Not thinking about how dumb this was, was helping to not freak out for now. He used the fact that he was a bit stunned to put koala hug him from his back and put his hands on his eyes. Blind giant, he was starting to push the eyes in , knowing that he wouldn't be able to hang on for very long, but hopefully that would be enough for the other to do something.

fleet summers The Daybreaker roared with aggravated rage when Colin jumped on his back, and even stunned as he was, Fleet could see that the other man was digging into their enemy's eyes, possibly intending to … pop them out? The thought made his gorge rise but Fleet shook his head hard, remembering those Daybreakers in the pit traps outside the perimeter. He'd killed them. He'd done that. He could do this.

Fleet darted into motion, not giving himself a chance to think any deeper; he was thinking instead about Zack killing the Daybreaker who'd attacked him, and although his crowbar wasn't the same as a knife, it had a hook on its end. Fleet reached the big man, wheeling around blindly as Colin tried to dig out his eyes, and he rammed the sharpened ends of his crowbar into the man's belly, just above his left hip. A moment of resistance and then it gave, and Fleet made an agonized noise at the horrendous feel of the crowbar ripping through skin, flesh, fascia, the stench of intestines tumbling out.

Colin Young Colin was trying his best to keep the Daybreaker blind, but he was getting tired of holding on, especially with his bad arm. He ignored the sound of penetration and the growl of pain the Daybreaker. It was probably easier to pretend this was just a big Walker and not a human being. The Daybreaker rammed Colin against a building , which made him lose his grip and had to hold on to the other man's shoulder. Having eyes on Fleet, the guy grabbed the crowbar and pulled on it to get Fleet closer before sucker punching square in the face. Out of breath and mostly out of options because he had nothing on him to pierce or bash, he resorted to biting the guy in the neck to get his attention back on him and not Fleet. "Aah son of a bitch" yelped the Daybreaker. He bashed Colin against the nearest building again and again until Colin let go. Then took him by thre throat and lifted him up. Swinging wilding, Colin was grasping for air and was putting his hands on that arm to try to get him to let go .

fleet summers The man was like a tank. It was as if Fleet hadn't just disemboweled him, like Fleet had just given him a love-tap, as the Daybreaker yanked him closer and disarmed him, following it with a punch to the face that sent Fleet reeling back with an explosion of pain in his head. He wanted to throw up but all he could manage was retching and moaning, black fireworks going off in his vision, and Fleet forced himself to breathe and wiped blood from his eyes, blinking to clear his head. The Daybreaker still had Colin, somehow managing to hold the man up and throttle him with whatever violence-fueled adrenaline was running through him.

He'd dropped the crowbar, at least, and Fleet slapped more blood from his eyes -- it just kept running down, that punch must have busted his brow somewhere -- and threw himself into motion. Heading towards the dark shape of his crowbar in the grass, swooping it up in his hand and catching a loop of dangling intestine with the hook end, swinging his arm to wrap it around and around as more guts spooled out of the Daybreaker's belly and then stopped. At the end of its tension. Fleet could hear himself panting, keening through his teeth, but he yanked his arm back and the Daybreaker finally dropped to his knees, slithering in the pile of his own entrails, slumping heavily over onto Colin.

Colin Young Colin told himself to just hold on, hold on. He saw Fleet in his peripheral vision and in his state of semi-consciousness, that thread he was pulling seemed endless, going and going for so long. Time seemed to stop. All became sensations. He was hearing his hearbeat in his ears and when he finally hit the ground, the whole was spinning. It took all his strength of will to actually pull the Daybreaker off of him. He remained on the ground for a second. He was coughing and trying to catch his breath. As he regained some of his senses, the first thing that he noticed was the stench of intestines, of blood. It was different than walkers. He also knew that there were high chances that this Daybreaker might turn.

He pulled himself up and stumbled towards Fleet. He put a hand on his shoulder and searched for eye contact. There was no point in asking if he was okay, none of them were. He silently took the crowbar and went back to the corpse. He lifted the crowbar and swung it in the guy’s skull , stumbling forwards on a knee when he did so. He spat some blood and turn around with the crowbar to meet Fleet again. He extended a hand. “ We can’t stay here.” He whispered in a raspy painful voice.

fleet summers Colin managed to get himself free from the weight of the Daybreaker and Fleet watched, half-tuned in and half-out, not wanting to have to enter the fray again. He didn't need to; Colin came over and looked at him, seeing that Fleet was standing and functional, and then he went off to the Daybreaker lying in a huge heap and started swinging. Fleet didn't try to go over there, but as each blow landed things started to come into sharper focus and by the time Colin came back to him, reaching out a hand, Fleet felt rage heating its way up his throat. "Don't you fucking touch this," he spat, reaching out to snatch his crowbar back from Colin, holding it tight to his chest white-knuckled. "Don't ever touch this again, it's mine." The bloody effluvium of it was smearing into Fleet's beard, down his neck, but it didn't matter, just the overwhelming distress at somebody else having used his crowbar. "I killed my father with this. Don't -- nobody else gets to touch this."

Colin Young Now that was a reaction and an answer he did not want to delve into or touch form a mile away. He really was not sure how to approach someone who was piling different traumatic events. Colin lifted his hands to appease Fleet and show that he was not the enemy here. “ I needed to make sure he wasn’t coming back for a second round, it’s all yours, won’t take it again.” He whispered because maybe an explanation would also be what Fleet needed. He had buried the father, taken good care of him for his lest resting place. He stepped closer. “ You killed …but you also saved my life with it … now please, let’s move before another sees us. “ he pleaded.

fleet summers The deathgrip on his crowbar didn't abate, but Fleet watched Colin raise his hands and that meant Colin wasn't going to take it again; he knew logically, somewhere, of course, that Colin had simply taken whatever weapon was at hand to save them both, but. That logic hadn't percolated its way anywhere useful, and the only things Fleet was aware of were the feel of the crowbar in his hand and the blood that was dripping down his face unabated now. "Okay," he said, and realized his voice was coming out strange and juddering because he was shaking from head to toe, and then further realized that it wasn't just the bleeding wetting his face, it was that he was crying. A red haze fuzzed his vision, eyelashes hung heavy with brine and blood, and Fleet felt his knees almost start to give out before he bit down on his tongue to bring himself back, shaking his head hard and dragging his sleeve over his face. "Okay," Fleet said again, still trembly but more sure. "Colin. Yeah. Let's keep moving."

Colin Young « Okay, good, good, come on. “ he coaxed him after a sigh of relief. He stumbled towards the opening in the fence he had opened up for Leigh originally and pulled up a bit for Fleet to get through and he followed. He hoped the rest of the Ranch chosen would also be able to get out , but that was out of his hands, he could only focus and care for the one that was with him and himself. They had a long road back , and he made sure that Fleet would continue moving towards their home and be safe for other people to give him the help and comfort he right now needed.

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The Abyss Calls: A Passage to the Unknown

Do Not Read This at Night

There are places in this world where reality twists, where time loops upon itself, and where whispers crawl from the shadows. You have found one such place.

The Abyss Archive is not just a collection of horror stories—it is a portal. Some say the words written here have power. Others claim they are a warning. But I ask you—

What if they are a trap?

The House That Watches

In the town of Hollowridge, there stands an abandoned house. The people who lived there vanished one night, their belongings still perfectly arranged as if they meant to return. But they never did.

The house is old, wooden, and broken in places where the wind howls through. But the most disturbing thing is the window.

A single window on the top floor, facing the street, where neighbors swear they see something moving. Something watching.

People who enter never come out.

A brave soul once went in, a camera strapped to his chest, livestreaming every second. His footage is still on the internet.

The last thing he recorded? A voice, whispering from the dark:

"You should not have come. Now, you are one of us."

Then—silence.

🔗 Explore the house yourself. But be careful.

The Forgotten Name

There is a name you are not meant to say. A name that, when spoken aloud, makes the air turn cold and the lights flicker. Those who write it down often disappear within the week.

It was last found written in a diary buried beneath an abandoned church. The diary’s owner went missing 23 years ago. The last page reads:

"I saw it. The thing with no eyes. It spoke my name, but it wasn't my name anymore."

The ink smudged there. As if the writer was taken before they could finish.

Do you want to know the name?

🩸 Click Here to See It.

You Are Not Alone

Right now, as you read this, something is watching you. Maybe it’s over your shoulder. Maybe it’s just outside your door. Maybe it’s reading these words with you.

They say when you start noticing the gaps in reality—when things feel slightly off—you are being followed. Your reflection blinks when you don’t. The shadows stretch just a little too far.

The best advice?

Don’t turn around.

💀 Enter the Dark Realm.

Final Warning

This is not just a Tumblr post. It is a threshold.

Some doors should never be opened. But you already have.

Don’t look behind you.

If you hear a voice calling your name in the dark tonight—

Ignore it.

👁️ Leave Before It's Too Late.

[unfiltered-musings]

This era is called: moving like I should have been a long time ago, and never looking back.

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The Playground Whisperer Shaina Tranquilino October 14, 2024

The playground on Maple Street was always buzzing with laughter, from the squeal of children on the swings to the crunch of sneakers on the sand. Parents sat on benches, talking among themselves or scrolling through their phones while their kids chased each other in circles. No one paid much attention to the old swings near the back. They were worn and rusted, their chains creaking in the breeze. The kids didn’t like them—they said they felt weird sitting on them, like someone was watching. Then one autumn afternoon, the whispers began.

It was Lucas who heard it first. He had wandered away from the group, bored with the usual games of tag, and found himself standing in front of the two swings swaying gently in the wind. No one else was around. He kicked at the dirt, thinking about nothing in particular, when he heard it—a voice, soft and raspy, like a breathy whisper.

“Come closer.”

Lucas froze. His heart skipped a beat as he scanned the playground. No one was near the swings. The parents were still chatting, their backs to him. He took a cautious step forward, his gaze locked on the empty seats.

“We need your help.”

The voice was clearer now, as if it were coming from inside his own head. Lucas glanced over his shoulder again, but nobody was paying attention. He took a few more steps, drawn by the eerie pull of the voice. It wasn’t scary—just… strange.

The swing nearest to him gave a metallic groan, its rusty chains rattling as it moved. The whisper came again, but this time it was louder.

“Push us. We can’t swing without you.”

Against his better judgment, Lucas reached out and grabbed the cold chain. His hand tingled as he gave it a gentle push, and the swing moved more smoothly than it should have, as if some unseen force guided it.

“Faster,” the voice urged. “Harder.”

He pushed harder, and the swing began to fly back and forth, the wind whistling through its chains. Lucas stared, wide-eyed, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop.

“Good,” the whisper cooed. “Now, let go.”

Lucas dropped the chain, stepping back, but the swing kept moving, higher and higher. He backed away, his heart thudding in his chest, but the voice followed him, growing darker.

“Now, go to the top of the jungle gym. Jump from there. Fly.”

Lucas stumbled, fear prickling at the back of his neck. He glanced at the jungle gym, a towering metal structure with a steep slide and ladders. He wasn’t afraid of heights, but something about the whisper—its insistence, its strange pull—terrified him.

Before he could move, he heard a scream. Across the playground, a girl named Abby was standing on top of the jungle gym, her arms stretched out wide like she was ready to jump. Her face was pale, her eyes vacant, as if she wasn’t really there.

The parents rushed toward her, pulling her down just in time. Abby looked dazed, confused, as if she had no idea how she’d gotten there.

Over the next few days, more kids heard the whispers. The voices came from the swings, soft at first, coaxing them to do small things—climb too high, swing too fast. But the requests grew darker, more dangerous. They began asking the children to leap from the highest bars, run into the street, or step into the deep end of the nearby pond.

The kids couldn’t explain why they listened. They just did.

No one believed them, of course. Parents chalked it up to imagination or a sudden burst of rebellious behaviour. But the whispers persisted, spreading like a virus through the playground.

One afternoon, after hearing about the incidents, a local teen named Isaac decided to investigate. He didn’t believe in ghost stories, but the talk about the playground had intrigued him. Isaac had always been the skeptical type, brushing off anything supernatural as nonsense. Yet, something about the way the younger kids spoke about the whispers unsettled him. The fear in their eyes felt too real.

On a cloudy Saturday, he made his way to Maple Street, phone in hand, ready to debunk the whole thing. The playground was mostly empty, save for a couple of toddlers and their moms. The old swings, though, sat eerily still in the windless air.

Isaac approached the swings cautiously, feeling a strange chill settle over him despite the warm afternoon. He reached out and touched one of the rusty chains, his fingers grazing the cold metal. He half expected something dramatic to happen—a voice, a sudden gust of wind—but there was nothing.

"Yeah, figured," Isaac muttered, rolling his eyes.

But as he turned to leave, a whisper crawled up the back of his neck, chilling his spine.

“Come back…”

He froze, his heart hammering. It was low, almost like a hiss, but clear enough to send a jolt of unease through him. Slowly, he turned back to the swings.

“We need you.”

His breath caught. It wasn’t just one voice—it was many, layered over each other, like a chorus of hushed voices speaking at once. His fingers trembled as he grabbed his phone, flicking on the camera to record. He panned across the swings, but the chains remained still, nothing out of the ordinary.

"Who's there?" he called, trying to keep his voice steady. His heart pounded louder in his ears.

Silence.

But as he took a step closer, the whispers returned, stronger this time.

“Closer… Isaac.”

The sound of his own name made his stomach lurch. How did they know? He hadn’t told anyone he was coming here.

The swings began to sway, just a slight motion, but there was no wind. The rusty chains creaked louder, almost rhythmically, like a taunt. The whispers grew more frantic.

“Help us. Set us free.”

Isaac's pulse quickened. He felt a pull, like invisible hands guiding him forward. He fought the urge to listen, to obey, but the compulsion was overwhelming. His feet moved of their own accord, carrying him toward the swing that was now swaying more vigorously.

“Just push. One little push.”

Isaac's hand reached out despite his growing fear. He gave the swing a tentative shove, and it moved higher, the chains rattling. The air around him seemed to grow thicker, colder. The whispers turned into harsh breaths, overlapping in a way that made his skin crawl.

Suddenly, he heard something behind him—a soft thud, like footsteps on the sand. He spun around, but there was no one there. His eyes darted across the playground. The moms and toddlers had left. He was completely alone.

That’s when he saw it—faint, but unmistakable. A figure, just a shadow really, standing near the jungle gym. It was tall and thin, with elongated limbs, its form blurry as if it was made of smoke. Its head tilted toward him, as if watching.

Isaac's breath hitched. He stumbled backward, dropping his phone. The shadow figure didn’t move, but its presence bore down on him, oppressive and wrong, like it didn’t belong in this world.

The whispers escalated into a frenzy, their words slurring together into a cacophony of demands.

"Set us free! Set us free!"

Isaac scrambled to his feet, grabbing his phone, and ran. He didn’t stop until he was halfway down the street, panting, his heart racing like he’d just escaped something far worse than he could comprehend. When he finally glanced back, the playground looked just as it always had—quiet, innocent, ordinary.

But Isaac knew better. There was something there, something old and angry, using the playground as its hunting ground. He couldn’t shake the image of the shadowy figure, nor the sound of the whispers that seemed to cling to his thoughts.

That night, as Isaac lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, he swore he could still hear them.

"We need you, Isaac…"

He didn’t sleep at all.

The next morning, his phone buzzed with a notification—a video message. Confused, he opened it. It was the footage he had recorded at the playground, but something was wrong. The video showed the swings moving on their own, violently, without him touching them. And in the background, behind the jungle gym, the shadow figure stood—closer now.

Its eyes, or where its eyes should’ve been, were fixed on the camera.

The message attached to the video read:

"You can’t run forever."

[iamactivedoggy]

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Love is all

Truth. No Love Lost💖 Sometimes life just takes you in different directions…I think it’s important to embrace the seasons people are placed in your life and not hold on, because you don’t want to let go.

Sometimes the hardest, but most necessary, thing to do is to let go. Just because someone’s been in your life for years or they’ve played a major role in it, doesn’t mean they need or deserve to remain in your life. Especially if the negatives far outweigh the positives in terms of what you’re receiving from them. It’s hard, but necessary in order to grow and move forward. You have to know when enough is enough and be courageous enough to cut ties.

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You Cannot Choose—But You Must Choose You Can’t Choose the Past. But… We all have moments we wish we could undo. This week we explore a father’s heartbreaking words about the past, and explore a deeper challenge from Yeshua about the future As we close the Omer and enter Shavuot, this week’s message offers a gentle yet powerful reminder: There’s always a choice to make. Please visit our website to get more information: https://ift.tt/H5KTCQq ✅ Important Links to Follow ✨ Discover Jesus in His true Jewish context with The Jewish Jesus series here: https://ift.tt/KOHER29 ✨ Explore the Repaving the Romans Road series for the deeper Jewish context of salvation here: https://ift.tt/pbjLDB3 ✨ Get into the 5-Minute Torah series for quick, powerful insights into the weekly Torah portion here: https://ift.tt/QgXxYBb 🔔𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬. https://www.youtube.com/@Shalomacon/?sub_confirmation=1 🔗 Support Us Here! https://ift.tt/iSwgCoa 🔗 Stay Connected With Us. Facebook: https://ift.tt/N42Whev Website: https://ift.tt/H5KTCQq 📩 For business inquiries: info@shalomacon.org ============================= 🎬Suggested videos for you: ▶️ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mbRsb3erMec ▶️ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t0eCU627KJs ▶️ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iRHAEVXC3To ▶️ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HpAuUmrodmc ▶️ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ULY1-9NggYQ ▶️ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7gCNEfI_IMA ▶️ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ecPQCu-kTo4 ▶️ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G1kroV32sNI ▶️ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uHxT47k6cak ▶️ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_XfgKNx77to ▶️ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OJiW2gvusVE ▶️ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xbcJwTfJVxk ▶️ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BgdlU0h0pmc ▶️ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pT4kknKAY4A ▶️ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uO9ky0FEj5A ================================= ✅ About Shalom Macon. Welcome to Shalom Macon -- a vibrant community of Jewish and Gentile believers in Messiah Yeshua, worshiping together in person in Macon, Georgia, and online worldwide. We provide a place where Jewish believers can honor their heritage and Gentile believers can deepen their understanding of the Messiah in His Jewish context. Our teachings go beyond the surface, offering meaningful insights into Jesus, the Bible, Israel, and the Kingdom of God. Jesus was and always will be a Jew, and understanding His words through a Jewish lens brings deeper clarity. Join us live every Saturday at 11:00 AM Eastern for worship and teaching. Shalom Macon is here to help you grow. For Business inquiries, please use the contact information below: 📩 Email: info@shalomacon.org 🔔 Looking to deepen your faith and understanding of the Bible? Subscribe for powerful biblical truths, Messianic insights, & the true Jewish context of Jesus and His teachings! https://www.youtube.com/@Shalomacon/?sub_confirmation=1 ================================= 🔎 Related Phrases: "Hands on the plow, eyes forward","Forgetting what lies behind","Straining toward what’s ahead","Plow ahead, don’t look back","Leave the past in the rearview","Future-focused faith","Kingdom vision in the present","Let go of regret, embrace blessing","Exodus mindset: forward only","Press on to the upward call","Leaving Egypt behind","Today’s blessings, not yesterday’s wounds","Plow the field of tomorrow","Faith over backward glances","Choose progress, not pain","Forward gaze, open heart" Hashtags: #Luke962#DontLookBack #PressOn #ForwardFocus #CountingOmer #Shavuot #RabbiDamian #PlowMetaphor #LeaveThePast #DivineKingdom #DailyDiscipline #SpiritualGrowth #JesusTeachings #PressingForward #KingdomNow via Shalom Macon https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCSXxCAqjFHtmNWLDiAndiLg June 05, 2025 at 12:00AM

[filmizleilkcom]

Dönüşüm - Don't Look Back 2009 Filmini izle #DontLookBack #Donusum #Komedi #Netflix #Film #Filmizle #Diziizle #izle #Fullizle #sinema

[geoflixzplush]

🎬 The chase begins in Run Baby Run! 🎬 Can she outrun her fears? 👀💨 With every step, the danger gets closer... ⏳🔥 Brace yourself for a thriller that will leave you breathless! #geoflixzplus #RunBabyRun #ThrillerMovie #HeartRacing #EdgeOfYourSeat #ActionThriller #DontLookBack #ChaseIsOn #MovieNight #Suspenseful #Cliffhanger #MustSee 🎥🔪

[rockmusicassoc]

This Week On The Charts 9/16/1978: Boston hit number one on the Album Chart for the first time, with their second album ‘Don’t Look Back’. #Boston #DontLookBack #RockHonorRoll

[danpellysuicidewarrior]

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[jordanbrandtre]

Whatever it is, always follow your heart. 💖🌟 #motivation #notetoself #keepforward #dontlookback - https://SeeLink.Bio/JordanBrandt #JordanBrandtRealEstate - http://dlvr.it/T5yVJf

[lettersfromgod]

📖 Excerpt from "The Truth Absolute": https://www.thevolumesoftruth.com/The_Truth_Absolute

▶️ Four Part Video Series (with voice over): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AlF08HwhuMM&list=PLE8FlkxQPQkOki3y3XQqS8Nx49EwLuRld&index=14

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