Wow. You can cut the tension with a knife. The “truths” coming out now are bigger and better than ever before. The Alliance is not pulling many punches and the deep state is finding escape routes closed so their threats continue.
Panic time. Recalculating. They try to recharge their energies with more Human sacrifices but it’s too late for that.
As Q advised… keep a list: The changing of the guard.
And in case you missed it…
Did you see the map President Trump showed the press indicating that ISIS/AQ has been vanquished?
President Trump Press Conference at the White House
In less than an hour Thomas Williams will share his insider analysis of the news, intel, and address the Q&A. Listen live at Spreaker.com or at the Think Different website at 7:30 EDT/4:30 Pacific.
QAnon has been unleashed and is unrelenting. Tantalizing tid-bits comprising images and names dropped related to pedophiles… all fuel for thirsty Anons. I do believe the Patriots are in control of what unfolds for the most part. Naturally the psychopaths will do what they have always done on a small scale. They will pay.
Not surprisingly, the link we shared to correspondence indicating HRC and Co. knew the earthquake in Christchurch, New Zealand was coming, now goes nowhere. Even the website is not available. Sorry. Too late. “We have it all.”
For the past three days I’ve listened and watched as a noisy chinook lumbers across the sky in trip after trip between the Mesa Falcon Field and an unknown destination in the southeast. I’d know that deep, throaty vibration anywhere.
Back and forth it goes, multiple times in just a few hours, often with a small helicopter as wingman or trailing. I’ve no idea what they’re doing, but it is very unusual activity. Normally we would see this occasionally; one or two trips a day more than 30 days apart.
I like to envision this bumble bee of helicopters engorged with cabalists enroute to their new homes at the prison in Florence as they await adjudication. But perhaps it’s just routine testing. Or other military operations.
Positive news on the migration legal front from Douglas Ducote:
Finally…Some Great News For Trump & Law Abiding Americans
Tylenol has bits of metal in it? There’s a shocker. And baby powder has asbestos, I heard. Baby aspirin… don’t go there.
The Sleepers Are Now Awake, [DS] Panics And Traps Themselves, Plan Advances – Episode 1819b
Setup Complete, Watch Gold, Watch The [CB], Watch What Happens Next – Episode 1821a
The deep state has activated their plan of attack in their territory of Florida. They don’t want to lose it completely. They installed Gillum in the gubernatorial race, who, despite the shameless election rigging, lost to Ron DeSantis in the midterms. It’s time for the People to take Florida back and eliminate the pond scum orchestrating the false flags, mass shootings and sacrificial rituals.
There has been endless suffering on our planet and it continues as this war rages on. One of our best investigative journalists, Jon Rappaport, shared this beautiful tear jerker today and in his honour, and that of his dearly departed, Laura Thompson, I forward it to the warriors.
If we understood the reality of the transference of consciousness we wouldn’t suffer so.
I hope Jon understands that the reincarnation loop ensnaring Humanity for eons was dismantled fairly recently and now when we leave this earthly plane, we’re told we go directly to Source, and a blissful reunion. Rest in peace, Laura.
Poem on the Passing of My Wife
March 21, 2019
Did a great Nothing swallow you whole, my darling?
Have you gone to ashes, buried next to the walnut tree in New Jersey, in the back yard of your family?
Is the same swelling of the legs that immobilized you creeping up my body?
I sat on our front porch smoking a cigarette looking at the wild cherry tree full of pink buds—this is your spring coming on in the hills of Carolina.
Were you a collection of elements driven by unknown forces? Have you gone back to the beginning? What beginning?
This is not my season for reassurances.
I don’t rest in full knowledge that your essence is still whole somewhere brimming.
Spring is relentless in the hills around our home—fat cardinals are building a nest near an upstairs window. Is that you orchestrating a message? I’m told I need to drink more water and stop eating salt, when all I want is salt.
I wasn’t with you at the clinic when you died. I’m told a nurse was combing your hair and singing to you when you stopped breathing, when you’d had enough suffering. You had many plans—the house is full of your things. I think a stray thought and by habit it refers to you. This is not the season for reassurances. This is not the time for a life without you. Are you in some cottage by the sea waiting for us?
In a week or so our wild cherry tree will be spilling with white flowers from every branch. Will you be there? For me, yes. Our house is surrounded by high deep forest. Hundreds of trees. As a boy, trees were my first love. You are my second—and much greater love. My darling.