Anonymous ID: 895c9c Feb. 1, 2020, 11:46 p.m. No.7999267   🗄️.is 🔗kun

It's as if we all being trained for something. Meme wars. Psy ops. Cyber investigations. Let's see some memes on this.

Anonymous ID: 895c9c Feb. 2, 2020, 12:14 a.m. No.7999337   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>9389

Tartaria and the mudflood.

 

My new theory is we are all being farmed. Similar to the matrix. 200 years of human development, ideas, creativity and then suddenly a huge Reset or war, history is quickly rewritten (already prepared) and everyone ha to learn the new fake history. Old buildings are destroyed to cover up all traces.

 

It's a very interesting story this Tartaria stuff. Anons would be fascinated.

 

How did they build such grand architecture when they had horses and carts and struggling to survive? Same for other eras like Rome, Greece and so on.

 

Technologies were hugely advanced. The cabal just stole all our ideas and tech and then hid in the earth and reset everything with floods, wars and fmsines and disease.

Anonymous ID: 895c9c Feb. 2, 2020, 12:40 a.m. No.7999414   🗄️.is 🔗kun

>>7999333

 

You don't want to be stuck alone on earth with a reptilian or evil person.

 

Not everyone is like us.

 

There are snakes out there who seek onmy our destruction.

 

That's where good anons make mistakes.

Anonymous ID: 895c9c Feb. 2, 2020, 12:48 a.m. No.7999436   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>9442 >>9444

All wars are there to reset or reduce the population.

We are all farmed by the elite for technology.

They take the best we have for themselves.

They take out inventions, and thrive in our fear.

Then when we start waking up they reset everything.

During the big reset (floods. Wars, disease) they retreat into the earth to hide. See ancient underground cities. See Denver underground.

 

Then after its all over they emerge.

Maybe a few million people are left.

New history is given to the people to propagate and study.

Maybe after 100 years someone like Tesla appears and they steal all his ideas.

Maybe an Einstein emerges, same thing.

They use us all as slaves through tax so that we serve only them.

 

They hid in the shadows since Egyptian times.

 

Many can live to 800 years with hidden technologies, spirit cooking, adrenochrome etc

 

Now we waking up and it's the closest we've ever been to freedom.

 

God bless you all.

 

My theory anyway.

Anonymous ID: 895c9c Feb. 2, 2020, 12:51 a.m. No.7999444   🗄️.is 🔗kun

>>7999436

The reptilians?

So you would not want to be last man on earth with a reptilian. They would enslave you immediately or atlesst try to. They would pretend to be lonely and your friend, but eventually push you off a tall building. They have no emotions like we do.

Anonymous ID: 895c9c Feb. 2, 2020, 12:58 a.m. No.7999460   🗄️.is 🔗kun

>>7999454

And if we die we shall all dine together in Heaven and watch the show from there with beers and our women. We'll all be together for the end battle no matter what. I am honored to stand with the good anons in battle for God.

Anonymous ID: 895c9c Feb. 2, 2020, 1:19 a.m. No.7999509   🗄️.is 🔗kun

Spaghetti tinelines

Timelines are relstive?

Think Hotel California.

What are the lyrics about?

Sound alike the matrix to me.

Or reincarnation.

Anonymous ID: 895c9c Feb. 2, 2020, 1:23 a.m. No.7999525   🗄️.is 🔗kun

The white gulls wheeled above the cliffs, the air was slashed with foam,

The long tides moaned along the strand when Solomon Kane came home.

He walked in silence strange and dazed through the little Devon town,

His gaze, like a ghost's come back to life, roamed up the streets and down.

 

The people followed wonderingly to mark his spectral stare,

And in the tavern silently they thronged about him there.

He heard as a man hears in a dream the worn old rafters creak,

And Solomon lifted his drinking-jack and spoke as a ghost might speak:

 

"There sat Sir Richard Grenville once; in smoke and flame he passed.

"And we were one to fifty-three, but we gave them blast for blast.

"From crimson dawn to crimson dawn, we held the Dons at bay.

"The dead lay littered on our decks, our masts were shot away.

 

"We beat them back with broken blades, till crimson ran the tide;

"Death thundered in the cannon smoke when Richard Grenville died.

"We should have blown her hull apart and sunk beneath the Main."

The people saw upon his wrist the scars of the racks of Spain.

 

"Where is Bess?" said Solomon Kane. "Woe that I caused her tears."

"In the quiet churchyard by the sea she has slept these seven years."

The sea-wind moaned at the window-pane, and Solomon bowed his head.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and the fairest fade," he said.

 

His eyes were mystical deep pools that drowned unearthly things,

And Solomon lifted up his head and spoke of his wanderings.

"Mine eyes have looked on sorcery in dark and naked lands,

"Horror born of the jungle gloom and death on the pathless sands.

 

"And I have known a deathless queen in a city old as Death,

"Where towering pyramids of skulls her glory witnesseth.

"Her kiss was like an adder's fang, with the sweetness Lilith had,

"And her red-eyed vassals howled for blood in that City of the Mad.

 

"And I have slain a vampire shape that sucked a black king white,

"And I have roamed through grisly hills where dead men walked at night.

"And I have seen heads fall like fruit in a slaver's barracoon,

"And I have seen winged demons fly all naked in the moon.

 

"My feet are weary of wandering and age comes on apace;

"I fain would dwell in Devon now, forever in my place."

The howling of the ocean pack came whistling down the gale,

And Solomon Kane threw up his head like a hound that sniffs the trail.

 

A-down the wind like a running pack the hounds of the ocean bayed,

And Solomon Kane rose up again and girt his Spanish blade.

In his strange cold eyes a vagrant gleam grew wayward and blind and bright,

And Solomon put the people by and went into the night.

 

A wild moon rode the wild white clouds, the waves in white crests flowed,

When Solomon Kane went forth again and no man knew his road.

They glimpsed him etched against the moon, where clouds on hilltop thinned;

They heard an eery echoed call that whistled down the wind.

Anonymous ID: 895c9c Feb. 2, 2020, 1:29 a.m. No.7999538   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>9569

The cabal hate these things

  1. Poems against them. It drives them crazy and they self destruct.

  2. Mocking them and their evil.

  3. Busy patterns like checkered shirts and stripes. Their eyes cannot handle it.

  4. Laughing at them.

Anonymous ID: 895c9c Feb. 2, 2020, 2 a.m. No.7999618   🗄️.is 🔗kun

>>7999608

Q is training us to use parts of our brains. As autists we always had this, but as kids it was suppressed deliberately by governmnets, school system, vaccines.

 

Now we take out minds back and then we are back to our true purpose that God gave us!

Anonymous ID: 895c9c Feb. 2, 2020, 2:18 a.m. No.7999678   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>9680 >>9722

No coincidences.

Dejavu

Patterns

Numbers

Songs on the radio

All has meaning

 

Time is not what we think it is.

Timelines

Multiple realities converge and diverge?

We want one convergence under God alone.