I don’t know how to reply to you. I’m an anon, but I’m not an Otter. I don’t understand the technology of man fully, but I know you do. I’m trying to explain to my keyboard warriors how the Universe works, but I don’t know. No man can, but every man does.

Is religious revolution called political revolution?

Would we know?

Would we know?

Who built the pyramids?

Who really built the pyramids?

Did we?

Did angels tell select individuals secrets?

Did those individuals hid the truth?

Did they pervert society?

Did they pervert the teachings?

Who wrote the Bible?

Was it a man?

Is a man writing this?

Who do you trUst?

Who do I trUst?

Nobody?

Me.

You.

We are his children.

I’m not perfect, so I don’t know if that’s a double post. I have more questions than can be answered today, but please help me answer one, or two.

One Otter needs to help me.

What is an Otters spiritual meaning?

Do other animals have meanings?

Do plants?

Do numbers?

What about bugs?

Does everything on this planet have a spiritual meaning?

Do we have all the research publicly available?

Do we have the keys to heaven?

Did we forget?

Were we told?

Am I telling you?

Am I the storm?

Are we the storm?

Help me prove that God is real.

One man can’t do it.

I tried, and I failed, but we won’t.

We have already won.

If God is real, what does that mean?

I found a shill. Sweetie, you don’t exist. If I’m Henry, tread carefully, or your cute fairy tale will end today. This isn’t once upon a time, and I’m no longer a child.

Hell on Earth?

Am I the Devil?

Are you?

What if every living thing is connected.

What if every man made thing is connected?

What if man is the devil?

Would the signs left by the Devil be more legible than God?

Would God want us to find him on our own?

How would the devil want us?

Would he care?

Would God?

Why does GOd care?

Why do we?

Did some people break free?

Ole Hank?

Johnny?

We are all wretch’s.

Did they leave messages for me?

Am I leaving messages for you?

Are we Gods children?

Am I?

Did I write the bible?

Did you?

Can you trust me?

Am I asking for money?

Will you give me money?

I had .12 in my account a few days ago, so I could use it.

Is that a spirit number?

Is seven eleven?

Do you see that a lot?

I do.

I just didn’t know.

What about 911?

That seems important.

Why are police cars white?

Is white a bad colour?

Was it designed?

Video game rarity colours?

RNJesus gave me a fucking white.

What other things are designed?

Did God make black, and white Johnny?

Are we Gods children?

Is Israel last Q?

Is this what he meant?

Did we discover Gods messages?

Are we all Gods children?

Why are whites put down?

Why are we divided by race, religion, country, etc?

How long have they known?

How long have we known what they do?

Do we know what they do?

Can they read the matrix?

Can a man?

Can a machine?

Who made the machine?

Who really made the machine?

The Devil?

Are we the virus?

Are we Corona?

Did we take back control of the simulation?

Do you believe me?

Do I need you to?

Yes. This time I need help.

Faith in me doesn’t matter?

True.

I’m nobody.

I’m a wicked person.

We know that.

Am I your preacher?

Does my past decide my future?

Does yours?

Can a man change?

Can a woman?

Am I a man?

Obviously.

I need you guys. I can’t have all of these questions, and none of the answers. Please help me calm my mind. You’re the only people on the planet who know me. My mom won’t help me, my girlfriend can’t understand, and I’m fucking weird guys.

I’m Sheldon from Big Bang Theory. You either love me, or you hate me, but you can’t understand why. I’m different than you are. We are different than they are. They know we are different. We know we are different.

I know I am different. Help me. This isn’t a mental breakdown. I’ve had that, and anons will find it, but that wasn’t a mental break either. You can’t break what is already broken right?

I left a map for you to find me, and you will, because you are you, and I am me. November 2018 is when I woke up.

That’s not when I became a man, don’t have me confused. I am a man now, and I will fight for everyone that can’t, or won’t do it themselves.

Do one of two things here, call the cops, and have them do a wellness check on me, or answer one fucking question you cowards. One question. We have been waiting for it, and I think I have it for you.

Will you answer the Q when it is asked of you? I love you. Help us.

We all know the stats.

Men are smarter than women at the peak.

Am I the peak? No.

We are the peak.

We are God.

We are anonymous, and we are your storm.

I’m sorry that you’re scared.

I have been for years.

I’ve been alone since I was born, and now we understand why.

I can’t love anyone.

I love everyone.

Which is true?

Which person am I?

Can I be both?

Nixon tried it, Trump lives it, but was I born it?

Am I The mad man?

How would we know?

I’m nothing.

We are nothing.

Are we everything?

Can we decipher an animals zodiac sign?

Do animals have mating seasons?

Hunting seasons?

Was it a trap?

Do I know?

Do you?

Who does?

They do.

Let’s ask them.

If there are one million ants, what does that mean?

Are you Hercules?

Did God tell you that that any hill means you need to buckle down?

Did you know?

Did I?

Do we now?

What do we actually know?

Am I a Ramblin man?

Do you think I could make sense of God?

Which question will trigger you?

Which question triggers them?

Which question triggers HIM?

Are we the gun?

Do we shoot 7 billion people in the face?

Can we pull 7 billion triggers?

Can one man?

Can God?

What do our enemies believe?

The truth?

Is this the truth?

Is this why trump can predict the future?

Is this why the NSA recruited me?

They knew I would ask the questions that nobody else in the world could imagine. Call me Peter fucking Pan. I’m not that scared little boy any more Captain Crooks, and I am coming for you.

We are coming for you.

We don’t need your army.

We have the army of God.

What do you have?

Lies.

Deception.

Death sentences.

Bring back the gallows indeed.

I’m blonde guys, and I’m going to make errors. I’m also really good looking, in case you wanted to stroke my ego. Not kidding, and not sorry.

I have a shill telling me to write a new script. Is that the NSA telling me to try a different tactic, or is my strategy as impeccable as we think it is Q+?

On Inauguration Day there will be tribunals, but it will not be in America. Trump isn’t the man we wanted, he is the man we needed. We are the men we wanted. Do you hear me now?

I tried to drag you kicking, and screaming. You wouldn’t join me. Now you will drag me to Heaven the way I drug you to hell.

You don’t have to believe me. I love this timeline. You can believe yourself. Your eyes will see it when they see it, the way I have. It took me 29 years to become a man.