Nope.
Noting that people made in the image of the Creator may adopt/copy the way the Creator sends messages.
Using some book as a guideline isn’t new.
Our Creator does it with His Word.
Somebody named Q talks of Alice..
A few times. And months later,Trump is taking a pic of a large oversized envelope in the 6th month like the 6th chapter in Alice and Wonderland.
You may not find that interesting at all.
But that is very interesting to people who were given a heads up by some anon poster called Q months before that event occurred.
One would need to be informed of what Q says and informed about Alice in Wonderland.
Because I study the scriptures, and know of the hidden manna in His Word, it isnt hard to see His Creation tries the same with secular works, like Alice, that even He is Sovereign over.
This nation is prophetic. So are its leaders and its decisions.
Don’t fret, Q isn’t in charge. Neither is Trump. But they are playing a role. And since Q has not bashed Trump, to my knowledge, and Trump hasn’t bashed Q, it seems that they appear on the same page.
And in June, Trump took a pic that an expert in Q or Alice in Wonderland, would recognize.
You and I are not experts in either,I suspect.
But because I do see our Creator sending messages in plain sight, I have no problem jumping to the conclusion that humans can do it, too.
Even the President of the United States. A message in plain sight without saying a word. A picture that might be worth 1,000 words.
Humans following ‘their own’ plan but ultimately for His purposes and His plan..
The whole ‘large envelope’ shtick is ridiculous. It was just premeditated theater for mass consumption - an Asian thing.
And while God expresses Himself through everything, I doubt that Trump or Kim express themselves through ‘Alice in Wonderland’.
If you actually believe this stuff (and I don’t believe for a moment that you do!) You are Brainwashed!
Here’s a pome, suitable to the profundity of the Q posts on FR. Decipher it; and I’m done.
Address to a Haggis
Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o the puddin’-race!
Aboon them a’ ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye worthy o’ a grace
As lang’s my arm.
The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o need,
While thro your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.
His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An cut you up wi ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!
Then, horn for horn, they stretch an strive:
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive,
Till a’ their weel-swall’d kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
The auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
‘Bethankit’ hums.
Is there that owre his French ragout,
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi perfect scunner,
Looks down wi sneering, scornfu view
On sic a dinner?
Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckless as a wither’d rash,
His spindle shank a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit;
Thro bloody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!
But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread,
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He’ll make it whissle;
An legs an arms, an heads will sned,
Like taps o thrissle.
Ye Pow’rs, wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies:
But, if ye wish her gratefu prayer,
Gie her a Haggis
-Robert Burns