Was wondering if the drip to a flood is the world's awareness of what is going on and the flood = when most are awake and knowing what we know.
The injection killed my father. I'm still processing. I guess we all die anyway and the how doesn't matter, but … word is by end of this year we'll know around 10 people that croaked from it. Fuck that's scary if only few are left n then they come round us up n place us in their 15 minute city "reservations". Fuuuuuck I pray this nightmare ends soon. I feel like we're going to win, butt fuuuuuuck. My father's last message was not to spend my money on the pots but then he ended up having to take pot for the pain. He died a pot taker. My younger brothers got it for him. They live overseas, but I grew up here in the usa. I already asked for prayer the other day re him croaking from the vax. Said I would not give them my tears. My father has no stress rn and knows everything and he is feeling God's unconditional joy. I felt when he croaked. That man was an angel. He never got mad at me ever, not once. He just loved me. Ok. Very well, I said no tears. That is all. Thank you very much. God is always good no matter what.