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REQUEST for NOTABLE - I've posted the Hopi Elder Prophet Poem a few times on the Q boards the last 2.5 years, but it's time for a repost and fresh reminder. This poem always gives me the chills because when you read this one, it's almost exactly as if Q wrote it himself. The cadence, the rythem, the words, the style are all the same and familiar.
A bit more background: I found this on the web in late 2001, and for some strange reason, I've always remembered this Hopi Elder Prophetic poem/message, and then about two months after Q started posting, it hit me in the head like a sledgehammer because it was so much like a peom Q would write and the total message is most certainly meant for this time, this place and all of us.
The time has come, stick together anons, go easy on the sheeple when the shite hits the fan, they will be confused, and angry and disoriented and our job will be to enlighten them, fill them with love and understanding and maybe for some, a good slap on the face if needed, but we must help them to awaken, this will be a big part of our job, POTUS team is counting on us. Take special note of the largest paragraph in the poem about the swift river, because it explains perfectly the sheeple during this difficult time.
anons, autists … We Are The Ones We've Been Waiting For