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:
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.