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all im gonna say
This July 16th coincidence synch leads my intuition towards the "R" narrative, slightly.
The "Q" on JFK's grave leads me to believe this indeed a LONG GAME, final seconds of the game, touchdown pass for VICTORY. (Think Alabama vs Georgia in OT in last years College Playoff Championship) maneuver by white hats who have remained in the shadows for generations.
If "Q" was a plan setup by MI back in at least the 60s, if not prior to that, then they HAD to have some sort of contigency for JFK Jr., seeing what had happened to his father.
What better contingency than faking his death, and then letting the cabal think they've won for 2 decades?
20 years is a long time, people get comfortable, imagine how fucking comfortable they were imagining they had ALL THE POWER IN THE WORLD?
They got sloppy.
7/161918 - Romanov family killed by Bolsheviks at the behest of the Rothschilds.
7/16/1999 - JFK Jr.
7/16/2018 - Helsinki Summit
100 years to the day, a massive FUCK YOU to the cabal who is in the process of crumbling to ruin.
God bless you anons, you're amazing people.
What an amazing timeline.
I Am so overjoyed to share it with you.
Here is a hymn for anons,
Bless
<3
-A Hymn!- [To be sung by the memetic choir!]
what is the mundane?
more of the same,
the day to day?
Is this not all we have?
earth, rock, dirt and grass?
fire, water, streams of conscious energy?
the inward pull of gravity?
earth, rock, dirt and grass
allow the question to be asked
what is the mundane?
that gnawing in your veins.
iron, blood and oxygen
coalesce to reminisce on times when
all was just
star dust.
what is the miraculous?
if not more of the same
this day this day
children play in grass and dirt
spinning with the Earth,
some distance in an omniverse.
Distant far off galaxies,
delicate sweet gravity.
All of Us
Being
Miraculous.
Has not the Kingdome come?
Are not all things One?
Have we all grown so blind, deaf, and dumb?
The Ordered Chaos of it All
The sound a tree makes in a silent forest as it falls.
The wind beneath the eagle's wings,
The math behind the music when she softly sings.
An infinite vibration of quantum strings,
an old hymnal's sunday morning.
Is this not all a single lovely harmony?
Does Heaven not surround you?
mountain haze and morning dew.
sunrises in the rearview.
acquantaince and companionship
short springtime roadtrips.
How is
all of this
anything short of pure bliss?
so what of work, and hurt, and toil,
Are we more than wet, organized soil?
would you say there is a soul?
would you say you have control?
And what of precious time?
Where is yours, and when is mine?
How
is any of this allowed
to be so?
and what would it mean to truly know?
Can we really say
anything is mundane
when All of Us
Are
Miraculous?