"This guy is the most repulsive 'man' I've ever heard speak.  I'd like to see this guy try to pick up a chick at a bar."


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These were the very first words I ever uttered regarding Mr. Austin Ryan Steinbart.  

I was lounging on my queen-size bed in COVID-19 'work-from-home' EXTREMELY 'Casual Tuesday Work Attire' on the afternoon of June 30, 2020 with my window open, curtains drawn and the fan on.  I had written 'Michael' in calligraphy on my left wrist and drawn angel wings, had a headband on which now represented the halo for my new 'Angel' status.  I hadn't yet heard Mike's voice because he was 'too nervous' to take that step just yet, Angel, but secretly, so was I.  And as I lounged in that perfect summer day atmosphere listening to Emily Ann Roberts sing 'Simple' to me and typed messages back and forth with the man I'd found Jesus with 4 days earlier, he mentioned to me how Luke Winegarden had been seemingly fishing for 'Steinbart Deniers' in March and would I look into this guy for him?  

Of course...he could have asked me to open a vein at that point and I would have asked 'which one?'  And because it was clear that I was the Angel to his Truth Warrior, the guidance system to his warring methods, the yin to his yang, I began googling videos regarding Austin.  Yeah, I remember when this guy came out back then and we'd heard about people multiple times who'd claimed to be Q in the past...ain't gon happen.  This guy is not Q, not a part of Q team, not worth my time.  In fact, when I heard about him on Reddit I never clicked on the link so didn't even know what the guy looked like.  

The first video I clicked on was the worst video of Austin I could have ever seen.  He was wearing American Flag sunglasses, sitting in front of a green screen and explaining how he'd been released from prison and what the stipulations to that were.  He was grating.  He was annoying.  He was brash, arrogant, a cartoon of a human being.  I hated him.  But he made sense.  

He talked about the strange judgments made against him, the fact that the prosecution was demanding that he have his ancient flip phone taken from him.  He went over the suggestion he not be able to drink a Heineken, his favorite beer.  He had to find a job within 2 weeks but couldn't use the internet and he worked in IT.  It was fascinating, and knowing what I knew about corruption in the court system I was taking him seriously.  I wanted to throat-punch him, maybe shove him up against a wall and tell him to drop 'the Jim Carrey act.'  But I believed him.  And I hated myself for it.  Every fiber of my being detested this guy and yet he wasn't lying.  

Two Sundays later after finding a DW Truth Warrior interview, a LONG radio interview, I was waking up at 6am and slipping my glasses on, already having it queued up and ready for analysis.  I hadn't brushed the sleep from my eyes, I wasn't sitting upright, I wasn't even really awake yet and I was trying to locate the chrome tab that was up waiting for me when I woke up, yawning.  Grabbed my notebook and pen beside the new aqua Bible on my nightstand and starting to listen, I soon made an executive decision that this was gonna require a word doc and some serious transcription.  Mike wasn't up yet but I was digging on this man he'd asked me to.  I was the Lee Holloway to his Mr. Grey and I was on this for him.  I wanted to deliver a great report cuz he asked.  And that's all he ever has to do.  


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I enjoy tedium.


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I was listening to mind-blowing descriptions of firing lasers at graphene, I was learning about the time-warping qualities of dark matter and anti-gravity.  Adrenochrome was mentioned, he explained why soldiers in Afghanistan were returning home depressed as fuck watching their friends and family members addicted to the opiates they'd been guarding under the guise of 'bringing freedom and democracy' to the Middle East.  He talked about D6, HRC's 55,000 emails, NOT 33,000 emails.

He had me enraptured.  It wasn't nearly as bad when you couldn't see him, either.  He sounded intelligent, he didn't hesitate, he never changed his story.  I had decided at that point he was like one of those SUPER intelligent kids you go to school with and they're so socially awkward that they can't present themselves like Joe Blow can at the lunch table.  Every encounter with them was annoying and you just kinda wished they were normal but they weren't.  They'd never be.  He was an outcast, he was different, he was one of 'us.'  

When all was said and done I had 8 pages of information concisely typed up to send to Mike to discern.  He didn't have time for that, though.  He wasn't going to read 8 pages of Steinbart mumbo-jumbo.  I was itching to get this info out to facebook friends so I took each subject, added a photo I'd googled and disseminated post after post of Steinpills without attaching his name.  They came in droves.  They lapped it up like hungry puppies.  And when my bitterness towards their ignorant and misplaced hatred for this man bubbled to the surface and I made a post telling everyone they'd be ingesting information provided to me directly by Austin Steinbart I lost friends.  Friends I'd had for 2+ years.  Fine.  I'd lost by best friend when I started supporting Trump and finding Q.  Go.  I didn't have family at that point, either.  No.  Big.  Loss.  


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The hatred of this guy and his astounding information fueled a fire beneath me to get more and more of his information OUT.  Mike had around 4,700 facebook friends.  I coveted that lot over my mere pittance of 300+.  He teased me every week.  'Maybe I'll do an Austin post today.'  'Maybe I'll do a rant about Austin today.'  My heart would leap up into my throat every time he said it and every time he said it the day would end and there was no Steinbart post.  No rant.  Until one day when I suggested he share my little info bites that I'd saved.  So he did.  Same result that I got.

Austin is now in Florence Federal Prison.  I do a daily devotional on Twitter every single day without fail to him.  I don't know how I went from beyond detesting this guy to being...kinda willing to walk through a wall of solid fire on his behalf but that's where I am right now.  It both breaks my heart that he's behind bars and makes me so proud that he is because a man who's been working for the DIA since he was 17 (hehe) did not make the WHOOPSIE of using a 'Whizzenator.'  He didn't 'get caught' drinking a hard cider, which he wasn't even tested for the day of his September arrest.  He didn't spend months taunting the FBI to come and get him for actionable offenses only to be arrested over collaborating with his mere handful of more than loyal supporters in order to retrieve his OWN property from DATTO.  This was by design.  

How do you introduce evidence (Amorphous Archives) legally?

How do you introduce [D]s high crimes [corruption] to the public?

How do you 'awaken' the 'induced coma' public [FAKE NEWS control] from their long sleep?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-wRTRKN89bg

"I will do whatever it takes, I'll make whatever sacrifices necessary, to save the children and to change our world."

Months of my life in 2018-2019 were spent wondering loudly who Q was.  What was he like?  Was he a time-traveler?  Had to be, right?  There's no other way.  I didn't know he was a 29-year-old man whose wife left him after one too many FBI raids.  I didn't know he was an outcast.  A rebel.  A misfit.  One of 'us.'  And I'm so grateful that he is.  

I have had entire, tearful conversations with this mystical Q.  I've poured out my heart with gratitude for changing this entire world.  He has inspired such absolute hope in the hearts of millions.  He has trained us all single-handedly to dig and research and raise our voices, to be brave, even if all we were doing was speaking out on social media in a sea of cat pics and casserole recipes our moms were posting.  He gave us such amazing purpose.  He gave us camaraderie, wordless camaraderie.  We were joined together like a web of faith in humanity across the planet by this human being.  

He has a name.  He has a face.  He's lost everything...everything, and he keeps on ticking.  For this movement.  For the children, for Us.  I hold such enormous love and respect for that.  


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It's the most stinging blow to know in my heart that the person who countless numbers of my personal friends WORSHIP...is denied in the most vehement ways possible.  

To them I say 'What if he IS Q?  What if he IS and you left him behind.  Then what?'  



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