It's Eight Years folks.
Pismo Beach, CA. Jim Watkins. When you find out who you are, it's a mindfuck.
No one would sign up to be me, no one would ever want this job. You cannot tell anyone who you are. Actually you can, until you're blue in the face, not a soul will believe it. Everyone has been brainwashed into thinking it'll be a bolt of lightning, or some miraculous event that brought me here would occur. Nope.
You wouldn't know me from Adam. But it seems everyone of you is familiar to me, with me. We're connected through a strand of DNA that needs to be awakened inside of you. Hold my vape, brb.
Oh, get to using Cannabis, it'll connect me to you quicker. Booze is what you use when you're a loser. Stay away from booze, unless you plan on losing this war.
Eight years ago Q posted a picture of my family, walking in parc guell. Anyone want to fathom a guess why? Those that guess correctly get a personal invite.
Who said that third temple had to be over there? Check the pic, you'll see it.