I know many of you here, like me, woke up to all the sickness infecting the world back in 2015 and 2016. The_Donald, Q, pizzagate, all that.
At the time, I remember trying to drop little bread crumbs to friends and family. Hints and suggestions here and there. Nothing aggressive. But it was always laughed off, ignored, shot down.
We had to sit in silence like lunatics for a decade while the world drank their alcohol and smoked their weed. Making fun of the orange man and worshipping Fauci.
And now we have to sit by and watch as it all comes out. We have to hear the normies talk about Epstein, the reality of Satanic ritual abuse, and everything else.
So what was the point? Why did we have to have our eyes opened in such a lonely and painful way, while the world rolled theirs and went about their business?
None of them will ever admit they were wrong either. And it’s not that I need them to; this horror show isn’t about ego. But I’m just wondering… why?
I woke up over one weekend in June 2016. At that point my life, I had never even been on YouTube or Twitter. The most alternative media I was exposed to was Rush Limbaugh. I was a married Christian wife and mother of two young adult sons. One Saturday afternoon, sitting alone in my house, it suddenly came into my consciousness, like a download out of nowhere, that something was off about the Sandy Hook story. I kept seeing in my mind the newspaper picture of all the children. We still got an actual newspaper in 2016! How the world has changed in 10 years….
Anyway, I couldn’t get the pictures of the kids out of my head. That picture led to a memory of the pictures of all the 911 suspects in the paper back in 2001…. That seemed off too. How did they get all those headshots by the next morning? And the Sandy Hook kids — it almost seemed like they were cast in a movie. Uniformly cute kids. I’ve seen lots of public schools classrooms and the kids are never uniformly cute….
Well my sons were always talking about YouTube so I went there and searched “Sandy Hook.” And down the rabbit hole I went….by the next day I was a different person. The curtain had been ripped away. Two months later my firstborn son died and my real spiritual education began in a very painful way. I had some experiences after that that showed me we live on and this world is not all there is. I had believed the Christian version of it all, but faith and experiencing are two different things.
Then Trump got elected and a year later I was introduced to Q. And here I am. Learning more every day. I’ve never regretted the light of truth even when painful.
My awakening started the moment I watched the 2nd twin tower collapse. When the first one fell, I couldn’t believe a plane could do that much destruction. When the second one (also) fell so neatly down upon itself moments later, in a well orchestrated demolition, I knew it wasn’t the planes that took them down. When “9/11, Loose Change” came out, I knew I wasn’t alone.
Now, even though I have never shook hands with anyone else that I know on this platform, I feel so fortunate to have this great community of people to help each other answer our questions or point us in the right direction or act as a means of support.
Thanks everyone!