Note the following in regards to a notable person recently added to Wikipedia’s Deaths in 2026 site:
Lidiya Fedoseyeva-Shukshina (25 September 1938 – 7 November 2026) 88, Russian actress (Happy Go Lucky, The Red Snowball Tree, The Youth of Peter the Great), heart failure.
The first thing that caughty my eye/ii, is her film The Youth of Peter the Great, given the recent and prolific “Peter/Rock/Stone… Theme” pattern cluster. I also immediately noted the “eye” in her middle name— a twin heads upp, and so I looked for more hidden words, where I noted 3 other words… that formed a cryptic phrase “lid dose eye shin” (as per the “Word in Name” pattern cluster). The key now is to decipher the meaning. Since etymology plays a consistant role, I investigated each word:
The etymology of each word is:
- “lid” is “to bend over”
- “dose” is “to give”
- “Eye” is “cause to see”
- “Shin” is from PIE root “*skei”— “to cut”
From here I investigated Lidiya’s wiki page and discovered that she passed away on the birthday of her first husband:
Vyacheslav Voronin(November 7, 1934 — October 7, 2016)
This is no coincidence, butt strategic inner twin world design influence— pattern clusters, where his death then generates a more complex two-clusters-in-one scenario: , “__, October 7, November 7(x2), __/7th Day, Month Sequence” pattern cluster.
From here I went back through wikipedia’s list of other recent notable deaths for any clue … or connection. I arrived at 5:
- Ben Reyes (February 16, 1947 – November 2026) 79,American politician
- Jay Rockefeller (June 18, 1937 – November 6, 2026) 89, American politician.
- Pavel Moiseyev (17 April 1987 – 5 Nov 2026) 39,Russian politician, traffic collision
- Antonio Carattoni (8 Nov 1945 – 4 or 5 Nov 2026) 80, Sammarinese politician
- Gianpietro Marchetti (22 October 1948 – 5 November 2026)Italian footballer.
- Gianluca Pierobon (2 March 1967 - 5 November 2026) Italian racing cyclist
Anakim: A formidable, tall race of warriors living around Hebron whom the early Israelite spies feared (Numbers 13:32–33), some of whom later found refuge in Philistine cities like Gath, Gaza, and Ashdod (connecting to figures like Goliath)
- Peter I (9 June 1672 – 8 February 1725) epithet Peter the Great
- Aleksey Nikolayevich Tolstoy (10 Jan1883 [O.S. 29 Dec 1882] – 23 February 1945) (note: The Golden Key, or the Adventures of Buratino (1936) is the Alexei Tolstoy retelling of Carlo Collodi's novel The Adventures of Pinocchio.
Tolstoy’s date of death stands out for one very “audd” reason: at one point in the middle of the night I woke suddenly from a dream, with a date — February 23rd?! That was it… I couldn’t remember anything else. So now seeing the date, reminded me of the dream. I felt that this is a twin heads upp!!
Note from Aleksey Tolstoy wiki page:
The first two to stand out from notable persons mentioned on Aleksey’s wiki page … December 13 being the day of my car crash in 2000…, when soon after the accident I became aware (somewhat) of the inner twin world. Note the “Kar/Car” in Karl’s name… and note his birthday— Halloween day!! Note the following image on my recent Halloween Day Post, CAR-CAR-KAR-DOODLE-DOO… :
Other notable persons mentioned on Aleksey’s wiki page:
- Konstantin Balmont (15 June [O.S. 3 June] 1867 – 23 December 1942)
- Boris Bugaev (26 Oct [O.S.14 Oct] 1880 – 8 Jan 1934)pen name Andrei Bely
- Max Voloshin (May 28, [O.S. May 16] 1877 – August 11, 1932)
- Aleksandr Voronsky (8 Sept1884 [O.S. 27 August] –13 Aug 1937)
- Ilya Grigoryevich Ehrenburg (26 Jan [O.S. 14 Jan] 1891 – 31 August 1967)
- Eugene Lyons (July 1, 1898 – January 7, 1985), born Yevgeny Privin
- Joseph Stalin (Ioseb Jughashvili;18 December 1878 – 5 March 1953)
- Anna Andreyevna Gorenko (23 June [O.S. 11 June] 1889 – 5 March 1966)
- Ivan IV Vasilyevich (25 August 1530 – 28 March [O.S. 18 March] 1584)
- Natalya Ilyinichna Sats (27 August [O.S. 14 Aug] 1903 – 18 December 1993)
- Rasputin(21 January [O.S. 9 January] 1869 – 30 Dec [O.S. 17 Dec] 1916)
- Gleb Petrovich Struve (1 May 1898 – 4 June 1985)
- Eric Arthur Blair (25 June 1903 – 21 January 1950)pen name George Orwell
- Karl Dermarad Brooks (born 2000),football player (born May 8, 2000)
His birthday contains a cryptic “may ate”… and then more importantly “Mate”. It’s worthwhile checking out the etymology of the word “mate”— https://www.etymonline.com/search?q=mate.
If I were to make anything of this, … well I’ll let my earlier 2015 post speak with the following excerpt:
Sunday, September 27, 2015
Stanley Getz name has a cryptic phrase within re "stone gets"... similar in a cryptic sense to "stone loader" (earlier today), and then there's the name "Miles" and his surname Davis, all of which brings to mind, "David and Goliath". Think about it "David getz a stone to load in his sling which he then uses to bring Goliath down. We should not take this lightly, David is the inner twin world and Goliath represents our outer world. They will continue to bring us down in order to win the war if that's what it takes, however, they are doing something different than the David and Goliath scenario that we are so familiar, in that they are reaching out to us. Think of the event where David is to be pitted against Goliath and then think of David not wanting to kill Goliath:
So David calls out to the giant who now faces him on the battle field. "Goliath" shouts David, "I have two stones, one that will take off your right ear, after which you will kneel and give up, otherwise my second stone will leave a hole that will kill you.
I think the inner twin world are stating in cryptic fashion… “forget aiming for the ear… we will go for the shin, and that way Goliath will also still be alive to get the message, butt won’t be able to progress further to get David”. Butt then, that’s my “tou sense worth”!!
It just occurred to me, that the letter “Y” (pronounced “why”) is a “U” (aka cryptic “you/ewe”) on top of an “I” (aka cryptic “eye”) combination of a “you and I”!! And that is who each of us are — a “you” and “I” combination … two individuals in one. As I have stated, the inner twin world have been busy at work for thousands of years, influencing things like this to serve as a means of coming out and communicating to us outer twins… as in now… TOUDAY!!
A new picture unfolds in my mind. In the past, young David ventures down to the shallow river bed looking for stones for his slingshot. He is trying to especially keep an eye out for
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Putting Her-O to the research task:
David and Goliath
The Golden Stone — A Different Telling
The sun had barely cleared the eastern hills when young David waded into the shallow river, his bare feet slipping between the smooth stones beneath the rushing water.
He was running out of time.
Behind the distant hills, two armies were preparing for battle. Their shields were polished, their swords sharpened, and their warriors were gathering beneath their banners. Before long, the valley would echo with the sounds of war.
But David had no sword. No spear. No armour.
He had only his shepherd's sling.
And he needed stones.
Not just any stones. They had to be the right size, the right shape, and the right weight. Too light, and they would lose their force. Too heavy, and they would be difficult to cast accurately. Too rough, and they might fly unpredictably.
David knew these things well. He had spent countless hours practising with his sling while tending his father's sheep.
He crouched beside the riverbank, plunging his hands into the cold, clear water, turning over one stone after another.
Too flat.
Too large.
Too light.
He tossed them aside, his frustration growing.
Then something caught his eye.
A flash of gold beneath the water.
At first, he thought it was sunlight playing tricks upon the riverbed. But when he reached beneath the current and lifted the object into his palm, he discovered something extraordinary.
It was a stone unlike any he had ever seen.
Perfectly rounded, almost egg-shaped, its surface polished smooth by years of tumbling along the riverbed.
And it glittered like gold.
“Fool's gold,” David whispered.
Perhaps. But it was remarkably heavy for its size.
He rolled the little golden stone between his fingers, weighing it in his palm. Its shape was nearly perfect for his sling. And its weight—yes, its weight might give it an extraordinary force.
He held it up to the sunlight.
For a moment, the little stone seemed to glow.
Then—
BOOOOOOM!
The distant thunder of war drums rolled across the valley.
A trumpet sounded.
Then another.
And another.
David looked toward the hills.
The armies were assembling.
He glanced back at the riverbed. He had intended to gather five smooth stones, but he had found only one.
There was no time.
He slipped the golden stone into his pouch, grabbed his sling, and scrambled up the riverbank.
He began to run.
The Wager
By the time David reached the valley, the two armies had taken their positions on opposite hillsides.
The Philistines stood beneath their banners on one side, the Israelites on the other.
Between them stretched a broad and dusty battlefield.
Yet something was wrong.
Neither army was advancing.
Instead, a great commotion had gathered near the Philistine lines.
A herald stepped forward, raising his staff.
“Hear the challenge of our commander!” he cried.
“The armies need not slaughter one another this day!”
The crowd grew quiet.
“Let one champion come forward from Israel to face our greatest warrior! If your champion can bring him down, our army shall turn away, and this battle shall be ended!”
Across the valley, the Israelites exchanged uneasy glances.
They knew whom the Philistines had chosen.
And then he appeared.
Goliath of Gath.
A giant of a man.
He strode onto the battlefield wearing armour that gleamed beneath the morning sun. His shield was enormous, his spear thick as a young tree, and his sword looked heavy enough to require two ordinary men to lift.
He stopped in the centre of the valley and spread his arms.
“WHO WILL FACE ME?”
His voice carried across the hills.
No one moved.
“Have you no warriors?” he mocked. “No champions? No brave men among you?”
Still no one moved.
David pushed his way through the Israelites, staring in astonishment at the giant.
He had never seen such a man.
Yet something about the challenge stirred him.
One champion.
One contest.
And the armies could go home.
No fields soaked with blood.
No fathers lost to their children.
No sons carried home upon their shields.
David looked at the pouch at his waist.
Inside lay a single golden stone.
He stepped forward.
“I will face him.”
Laughter broke out among the soldiers.
“YOU?” one cried. “You're scarcely more than a boy!”
But David had made his decision.
He was brought before King Saul, who looked him up and down with grave concern.
“You cannot fight this man,” Saul said. “He has been a warrior since before you were born.”
David answered quietly.
“I have guarded my father's sheep against lions and bears. I have learned that courage is not always measured by the size of a man.”
Saul studied him.
At last, the king offered David his armour.
But the heavy breastplate weighed him down, the helmet slipped across his eyes, and the sword hung awkwardly against his leg.
David removed them.
“I cannot fight in these.”
He lifted his sling.
“This is what I know.”
The Golden Shot
Goliath watched the young shepherd approach.
For a moment, he seemed uncertain whether to laugh or take offence.
Then he roared.
“IS THIS YOUR CHAMPION?”
The Philistines erupted in laughter.
David stopped a good distance away.
The giant towered above him, his bronze armour flashing in the sunlight.
Goliath raised his spear.
“Come closer, little shepherd!”
But David was studying something.
Not the giant's face.
Not his chest.
Not even the enormous sword hanging from his belt.
He was looking at his legs.
Goliath wore heavy armour across his body, but his lower legs were less protected.
And David understood something that perhaps none of the warriors had considered.
To bring down a giant, one did not necessarily have to strike his head.
One needed only to take away the legs upon which he stood.
David reached into his pouch.
His fingers closed around the smooth golden stone.
It was heavier than any slingstone he had ever used. He would have to adjust his aim and the rhythm of his cast.
He placed it carefully in the leather cradle of his sling.
Goliath began to advance.
The ground seemed to tremble beneath his enormous feet.
David swung his sling.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
The leather whistled through the air.
Goliath raised his shield to protect his face.
And David released.
The golden stone flew low.
Not toward the giant's forehead.
Not toward his heart.
But toward the narrowest, most vulnerable part of his forward leg.
CRAAAAACK!
The stone struck Goliath squarely upon the shin.
The force shattered the bone beneath.
Goliath's terrible roar became a scream of pain.
His injured leg buckled beneath him.
He staggered, desperately trying to support his enormous weight upon the other leg.
But his momentum carried him forward.
His spear flew from his hand.
His shield struck the earth.
And then—
THUUUUUUD!
The giant fell.
A great cloud of dust rose around him.
For several moments, neither army made a sound.
The mighty Goliath lay upon the battlefield, alive but unable to stand.
His leg was broken.
His sword lay beyond his reach.
He tried to rise, but the pain drove him back to the ground.
David approached cautiously, his empty sling hanging at his side.
Goliath looked up at him, scarcely able to comprehend what had happened.
“A stone?” he gasped.
David nodded.
“One stone.”
The giant groaned.
David looked toward the Philistine commander.
“YOUR CHAMPION HAS FALLEN!” he shouted.
A great murmur swept across the valley.
David raised his voice.
“THE WAGER WAS NOT THAT HE MUST DIE!”
He pointed toward the fallen giant.
“YOUR WAGER WAS THAT HE MUST BE BROUGHT DOWN!”
Silence.
Then David called again.
“HE HAS FALLEN. THE CONTEST IS OVER!”
For a long moment, the Philistine commander said nothing.
Then, slowly, he raised his hand.
The drums ceased.
The trumpets fell silent.
And the commander gave the order.
“Withdraw.”
Across the valley, thousands of men stood watching as the Philistine army began to turn away.
No charge was sounded.
No arrows darkened the sky.
No great slaughter followed.
The battle had ended before it had truly begun.
The Stone Worth More Than Gold
David turned toward Goliath.
The giant was still lying in the dust, clutching his ruined leg.
David approached and offered him water.
Goliath stared at the young shepherd.
“You could have killed me,” he said.
David nodded.
“Perhaps.”
“Then why did you not?”
David looked toward the departing armies.
“Because I did not come here to kill you. I came to end the battle.”
Goliath was silent.
Then he looked at David's sling.
“What manner of stone was that?”
David glanced toward the ground where the golden missile had fallen after striking the giant's leg.
He picked it up.
It was no longer perfectly round.
The tremendous impact had flattened one side, and its polished surface was marked by the blow.
Yet beneath the dust and scratches, it still shone.
David held it in his palm.
“I found it in the river this morning,” he said. “I thought it might be fool's gold.”
Goliath studied it.
Then his eyes widened.
“Boy,” he said, “that is no fool's gold.”
David looked down at the stone.
“Then what is it?”
“Gold,” Goliath answered. “Real gold.”
David turned the little nugget in his hand.
He thought of the river, the sunlight, and the curious weight of the stone.
And then he looked again toward the valley, where the armies were already disappearing beyond the hills.
“A stone of great value, then,” he murmured.
Goliath nodded.
“More than you know.”
But David smiled.
“Perhaps not.”
He slipped the battered golden nugget into his pouch.
“For today,” he said, “its greatest worth was not the gold itself.”
He looked at the giant.
“It was that one little stone could bring down a great warrior—without taking his life.”
And so, in this imagined telling, David did not become famous for killing a giant.
He became remembered for something far greater.
He brought down Goliath, shattered the giant's shin, and spared the lives of two armies.
And the little golden stone?
Its greatest treasure was not what it was made of.
It was what it had prevented.
An alternative, fictional retelling of David and Goliath, inspired by 1 Samuel 17. In the biblical account, David strikes Goliath in the forehead and subsequently kills him; the golden stone, injured shin, and peaceful resolution are inventions of this story.
