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I think some see. More than suspected. Not all can do much, not even all who can do, and see, are willing to do anything. Some can't even shut up, continuing with lies in spite of no doubts about the truth. Oh yes, changes will either be accepted or crushing.
Allow what is required or maintain in your pride all the way to the end of the line. Like a junky choosing between keeping for use or suicide, or tossing their poison, on an island were it can't be replaced... let's call it a 'lifetime supply'. That is were America, the whole of the West, stands. Hard choices. Final choices. Drugs, immigration, family, church, civil and social, more, all in the balance.
Me? I wait on your choice. You will most certainly get what you request. Alive or dead, as you see things, if merely as a humble mechanism, one of several, I will see that your wishes are fully granted... as always.
What has, is, going wrong? Ah. Globalists have chosen to ignore the warnings. I suppose they miscalculated, all of us looking the same to them. And more at that, creator force multipliers.
I could teach them of psychic seppeku, a good place to start for the proud. I don't think they will, can, hear. Only if the low and middle have accepted the proclamations of their elites will the time be the time. Pray your lungs out it not be so.
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