Why is Gold Money?
Because the Anunnaki come here for it. If you want the workers to dig it up relentlessly and gather it for you, make it convertible into every other type of capital, labor, and energy.
We call that Money.
To this, I will add: If bankers have substituted fiat currencies of every type, paper or digital, or any other worthless thing in place of gold, then would they not be in direct competition and opposition to the Elohim?
Who do think is dragging them over the coals and will continue until not one is left with meat on earth or a soul anywhere but hell.
Nothing can stop what is coming. It is already here and has been and you will see it to it's conclusion and gold will be restored and many other things defiled under these wicked.
He's saying they already do, so the adult queer community should make it an inviting place.
Basically telling the spiders to make the web look frenly to the confused little flies until they are well and truly caught. Evil. In satin.
We're getting set up. If it's that bad, send it several law enforcement crimes against children units and sauce it.
Not us. Half-chan did it. We dindu nuffin.
We don't have, nor will have central planning. We're definitely not where the mainstream should be firming up their understanding of objective reality. That's why those exiled Twitter accounts we lost in the purge are so important. Twitter was our half-way house to the only mildly bent, but far better communicators than we are here. The somethings-not-right normies and watercooler news sources would get the latest from our Twitter chutes. Our trajectory took a huge hit after that purge.
These wake up calls should create the interest for our frenly accounts to satisfy if we can get them back online.
The plebs will do the rest. They're already bypassing the MSM and waking up. This is where the sausage gets made. Ugly, stuff flying everywhere, but somehow it turns into sausage. Twitterfags cook it and make it presentable. Normies eat it and are nourished and come back for more.
They're the gas. We're the match.