Think logically.

We haven’t started the drops re: human trafficking / sacrifices [yet][worst].

Those [good] who know cannot sleep.

Those [good] who know cannot find peace.

Those [good] who know will not rest until those responsible are held accountable.

Nobody can possibly imagine the pure evil and corruption out there.

Q

"I can't possibly imagine" Q said…. - yea… I had a hard time swallowing it myself but then if anyone could I suppose I have no excuse not to….. having realized just how close I came to death so many times before now.

That time in elementary school when I broke both my arms when my bike locked up on a dangerous stretch of road as my two “friends” cheered for me to go faster and faster on my bike…. The same friends that tried to convince me to do drugs and break into trailers… I was asked hundreds of times to do drugs as a kid by various “friends” and I knew what alcohol did to my father before his death and I at least had an iron will against that. Nobody else I knew had my iron resolve tho and many died that way.

By_the_BeautifulSea(song) which was written by… well this song has a number of references to me personally that I would only pick up when digging this week…. I remember that from a newly made friend in 7th grade who asked me to sleep over and he took me to a river and we jumped off a cliff into it…. and the rocks were slippery and he told me on the first jump to hold onto a rock that you couldn't actually hold onto, all right in front of a stretch of jagged rocks and current that would kill any grown adult let alone a kid who hadn't swam in years. And yet It was the most fun I ever had, not the swimming I was just so happy anyone wanted to spend time with me. Everyone hated me back then. I'm not being melodramatic, I'm not talking about a normal kid hate but from the first day I moved into that neighborhood I was pelted with rocks and beaten daily, robbed, tormented physically and psychologically.

I was suicidal by the time I was 12 and they were always trying to get me and others into drugs, and after being beaten and humiliated every day for years I was far past the point of suicidal that when one of them said they could kill people for a fee I took him up on it and asked him to kill me. My disability made my mind reset and never be able to finish myself… and so I encouraged him to. We went all the way to the very edge of it and he couldn't do it, and he told me before moving away that he was “nicer than I think” - the same thing another one of them said years later… Almost like they knew what I was saying at home about them….

I got hit by a car once riding my bike home from work but again, a miracle survival…. I got robbed walking home from work and they chased me into traffic and I outran them. The very next day they came to my work and mistook someone else for me and blew his head off…. All 3 of the father figures I met at one job died within 1 year of having gotten to know me. The last of which died of a heart attack – just as my father did – right in front of my eyes. I thought I was cursed but if I was cursed it was this cult that cursed me…..

When I was about 5 and I got kidnapped while playing a game involving closing my eyes and holding hands in a store….. I was so clumsy that I tripped before making it to his car and opened my eyes… So many other things… and many of them said things I realize now could only be known if they were spying on me.

The psychological stuff is what I always thought about because it's what tormented me, but they actually were trying to kill me weren't they? Q, you tell people not to worry, but does that include me? What should I do?