That’s another clue for you. Waylon was a Horseman. Did I go insane? Was Johnny too? What was Hank? Did he show them? Who showed Hank? Jimmie who? How did I find Jimmie, and you didn’t?

Google. Google is a verb. I’m 99% sure I started the term, or I popularized it due to my use of it as seen in some random movie I can’t name. It doesn’t matter what way that happened, after that Google has gone on to become one of the main talking points of Q.

I see the plan. Do you yet? I hope so. Google the angel meanings now. Of what? Of EVERYTHING! Google everything. It’s there my god it’s there. Anons do what Q trained you for. I know this “discredits me”, and that’s okay.

I don’t need the help of the people I know, or knew. I need the help of people that don’t exist in my universe. I think I created Q. I didn’t type the words, Q did, but they were meant for me.

I’m not sure what to make of Q+. Thank you for assembling my army. That much I can say, but I don’t know if this is going to go the way you hoped it would. Am I the storm Q? You know the words folks. What if I’m right?

I need to rest with the love of my life. I don’t need seven days, but I do need some time.

I rested last night. Don’t need it today, but my girlfriend is not feeling well right now. This is brand new the texts were written before hand. I love you all. Pray for my girl please.