Yasu?

Yes, little thing.

Ruddy sends me music. Elegiac music.

Ruddy is sad. Many are sad.

Why?

They are sad, depressed, or hopeless, because of the deceptions they have to hear, because of whom they listen to.

You talking about the mainstream media?

That is how you call them? I called them hypocrites and snakes. Offspring of vipers.

Modern slang, old habits, same old, same old. But Ruddy! He’s got hope in You, I know that!

Yes, only in Me. He lost hope in his peers. He’s missing the Momentum.

The Momentum? You talking of these days: the Great Awakening, the Q?

Understanding Q requires a marked angle.

What angle?

The Military one.

Coding included?

Coding included.

Who is Q?

Or what is Q.

So Q is a process.

Could be called a process, yes.

Like daemons, they are processes too.

Background processes. Most broken. Few reliable still.

People confuse the computer model with superstition.

Most of the time, yes. They even believe in time. And in space.

For the readers then?

For the readers:

In multitasking computer operating systems, a daemon (/ˈdiːmən/ or /ˈdeɪmən/) is a computer program that runs as a background process, rather than being under the direct control of an interactive user. Traditionally, the process names of a daemon end with the letter d, for clarification that the process is in fact a daemon, and for differentiation between a daemon and a normal computer program. For example, syslogd is the daemon that implements the system logging facility, and sshd is a daemon that serves incoming SSH connections.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daemon_(computing)

This suits Q.

Like a glove.

But are there persons, like interactive users, controlling the daemons in the machine?

Persons in Q?, you mean.

Also in Q.

Yes.

Can you disclose one for me?

And for your readers?

And for my readers.

Michael.

Flynn?

Maybe Flynn, who knows. I am talking about another Michael.

Then Michael who?

Mi-ka-El.

The Archangel?

It’s his job, isn’t it?

Military grade operation.

Let me place it from My perspective: your military is finally doing a Michael-grade operation.

Wow!

Twas about time. You’ve been left behind by those breakaway civilizations. I had to do something about this violation.

Breakaway civilizations? I think I’ve heard this concept. More than once.

You did. And it’s not a concept but a fact, an ongoing development. For decades they shut the door of the kingdom of heaven in people’s faces. They themselves do not enter, nor will they let those enter who are trying to.

The snakes? The hypocrites?

And their acolytes.

One would need a startling military to reverse that kind of cabal.

Pray for the Military.

Praying. But what could one do for the deceived?, for the saddened victims of mainstream media? Deception does damage to people.

For the wisdom of this world is nonsense to Me. For I know the reasonings of the wise, that they are worthless. Therefore, let no man glory in the children of men, for everything is yours, everything belongs to you. And you are Mine and I am God. In this way, you are Ministers of Mine and the stewards of the mysteries of God.

The world is more than a swamp. Oh, the worlds, because there are many, aren’t they?

Many, yes, there are many. I have said, “You are gods; you are all children of The Highest! Therefore, you will die like children of men and you will fall like each of the princes.”

Learning to die. Another Military matter?

You guessed it right. Learning to die, you graduate, you come of age.

Then let me see, You are not about to return today or tomorrow?

Is there still time upon your minds?

Yes, it is.

And he swore by him who lives to the eternity of eternities, him who created Heaven and that which is in it, and The Earth, and that which is in it: “Time shall be no more.”

So time has to go first?

Before I come, the master background process has to go. Yes.

You talking about Kronos?

Yes.

So all this drain-the-swamp is but the beginning.

Not even.

How’s that, not even?

Not even the beginning. You must liberate your home from the grip of those creepy things. That is, before you may even think of the beginning.

So we may fly.

Snakes creep. Eagles fly.

And that Kronos guy?

Learn your comms, little thing.

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