I asked a question in today's General Chat earlier, and bubble_bursts recommended I make that question and his answer into its own post, so here we go.
(first, my original question)
Forgive me, but I need to be reminded of one of the basics of this movement.
A common criticism I hear from haters is "He calls himself Q Clearance Patriot, or Q for short. Q clearance is a clearance level within the Department of Energy. What does THAT have to do with anything?"
And I've never been able to shake that question. It's a good point.
If this is a military op, why the Department of Energy?
I know there's an answer for this. I just need to be reminded what it is.
(and now the answer, courtesy of u/bubble_bursts)
Uranium One was what started all this. (Read the full board of the day of the first q drop for me details)
That is the origin of Q and that's where we are headed to disclosure in Iran. Full circle
Q drop 48 was also linked by someone in response to my question, and it looks important:
I don't believe anyone or anything can see the future using any man-made technology or science. I believe only God has that power - since he can actually control it himself.
When I was 7 my grandmother died of cancer. We visited her the night before she died. When I got home and tried to go to sleep, every time I closed my eyes I saw a very vivid vision of what I assumed to be the arm of God, with oversized thick white robe sleeves, reaching down through the clouds and shooting lightning bolts from his finger into my grandmother's roof. This went on for about 3 hours until 222am, when it finally stopped and I fell right to sleep. I remember seeing my old alarm clock with the flippy numbers (like the clock on the TV show "Lost") hit 2:22am - and the next thing I remember is waking up for school with my mother on the end of my bed. I sat up, looked her in her eyes, and said "she died last night". My mom lost it. I think God was preparing me by getting all the terror and sadness out of the way early, and showing me I would eventually find peace. That's a LOT for a 7 year old.
I've had more visions like that through the years, but none as vivid (and as scary). Mostly I would get an extreme urge to call my mother and ask her who died or is in the hospital. If it was for someone not as close I would smell funeral flowers. I called her 3 times from Turkey because of those strong feelings - one for Dad getting a kidney transplant, one for him rejecting the kidney, and one when he died. I can't explain why, but I guess God wanted me to know.
The one where Dad died - I couldn't reach Mom right away, so I contacted my squadron orderly room and asked them to contact the Red Cross to confirm a family emergency and get me started on the process to get emergency leave. They thought I was crazy, but I explained why (and my history) so they sent the message to the Red Cross to check the funeral home we always used ... and confirmed it. I was immediately approved and they started working to get me home. Ultimately I went Space-A to Dover DE, caught a flight with the commandant of the USAFA on his G5 to Scott AFB for a brief stop, and then to Andrews AFB (Mom and Dad lived in MD). I was lucky to even get on that G5 - they never allowed those planes to pick up Space-A passengers - but the guy at the counter at Dover personally talked to the commandant and he said he would take me wherever I needed to go (once he made the delivery he had to at Scott). The commandant even played cards with me to keep my mind off Dad. At every turn on that trip I was blessed. I'll never forget it.
Wow. You are extraordinarily blessed. It may not seem so to anyone else, or maybe even to you, sometimes, but God is taking care of you, personally. I wish you well, fren.
Thank you for your kind words. I used to worry a lot when I realized just how many times God has intervened in my life. I figured he has a plan for me, but every time I would have something happen like those visions, or when he would save me from what I saw as certain death, I would worry even more that his plan must be big enough and dangerous enough to keep me alive. Stuff like almost drowning with my foot caught on a pool drain at age 5, protecting my body when lightning struck me in bed through my window, spinning my car into a ditch and back on the road on the other side of an 18-wheeler backed up across both sides of a road (instead of being decapitated) during a rainstorm a month after getting my driver license, and a few other things as well. I eventually realized it will happen when and if he wants it to, and I now embrace it. Whatever it is. Honestly it is pretty humbling.
You may never know. Or, it may become apparent in later life. Having worked in a classified industry environment for my entire adult career, I am used to the concept of not "needing to know." My entire family had a close call when I was still a boy, in which my father, on a faint detection of sound during a family drive in the county, slammed on the brakes because he was convinced a train was approaching. And then, only a few yards in front of us, a freightliner blasted out of the forest across the road on an unmarked rail line. Had he not had his premonition, we would all have been killed. I went on to have a life of some blessings and some deep disappointments. I had a near-fatal experience of heart failure and underwent open-heart surgery (lots of fun). Upon retirement I married, gained a family on another continent, and provided the means to save my stepchildren from disaster. I had been saved, but for what? For whom? I have given up trying to put my finger on it. That I am still alive means to me that my purpose is not yet complete. It is humbling. I have finally figured out that to be humbled is to realize that one has been given far, far more than one has ever deserved, a gift that can never be repaid and for which the only response can be gratitude and thankfulness. Maybe your plan is simply to have faith and blessings.
Right there with you on the heart thing, although my heart attack was because of the lightning and my EKG was perfect. Troponin levels were through the roof though. When I said He saved me with the lightning strike it was because of what happened. I woke in a slow-motion dream sequence with the whole bright white light thing - not thinking I was about to meet God but thinking we were nuked. All I could think to do was cover myself with my heavy blanket - which protected all of me but my thumb at the top of the blanket. My thumb was struck and left me feeling buzzy with a burn spot on the tip of my thumb. Once the smoke cleared and I could hear the smoke alarms screaming I uncovered and found the blanket full of big wood splinters (from the studs) and a few nails, and some stuck in the wall on the other side of the bed. Pulling that blanket over me saved me from a ton of pain and possible death since much of the debris was around my head. I was dumbfounded. I mean - once you see the bright white flash it is too late to do anything, yet I did. I don't even remember the loud crash, but it took me several minutes before I could hear anything again.
I sincerely love this place. Not only do we know a ton of stuff before everyone else - and should pass that on - but I'd swear it can be pretty therapeutic as well. I hope it never changes. I bet there are more people here with similar stories since at some level most of us were probably called here.