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:
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.