Anonymous ID: c59280 Feb. 15, 2018, 12:52 p.m. No.388659   🗄️.is 🔗kun

>>388555

But wait, there's MORE:

 

WTF?:

 

"Fourteenth, one or two subprojects on each of the following: blood grouping research; controlling the activities of animals; energy storage and transfer in organic systems; and stimulus and response in biological systems."

Anonymous ID: c59280 Feb. 15, 2018, 12:58 p.m. No.388769   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>8790 >>8820 >>8978

>>388666

>>388588

>>388205

 

Reposting from previous BREAD:

 

OK, consider this:

 

The last time Q used "THE HUNT FOR" before "RED OCTOBER" was 11/20. I think they located the Nork sub and were tracking. Then, on December 22, Q posted:

 

" MISSILE. MISSLE. FOX THREE. SPLASH. AS THE WORLD TURNS. RED_OCTOBER>"

 

No more "The hunt for".

 

The Nork sub launched at Hawaii, the 'White Hats' 'SPLASHED' the missile, then, having legitimate justification, they sank it."

Anonymous ID: c59280 Feb. 15, 2018, 1:05 p.m. No.388897   🗄️.is 🔗kun

>>388779

This reminds me of a Scripture in Daniel:

 

"And arms shall stand on his part, and they shall pollute the sanctuary of strength, and shall take away the daily sacrifice, and they shall place the abomination that maketh desolate."

 

I'll try to keep this short:

 

When I was a teenager, around the time I became a baby Christian, God used to speak with me. I could literally hear His voice in my head. One day, a "friend" convinced me to get high with him(misery loves company) on marijuana. As the buz set in, I felt an overwhelming sense of guilt at backsliding, whereupon the Voise said to me clear as day in my head "you have polluted the sanctuary of strength" and went silent. I wept.

 

I wept like Peter after betraying the Lord. I never heard the Voice again in the same manner, but God has communicated His immeasurable love to me in myriad ways since.

 

FWIW.