
YESHUA RAMASHIACH IS THE ULTIMATE TRUTH
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YESHUA RAMASHIACH IS THE ULTIMATE TRUTH
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SON OF GOD BY JESUS CHRIST The end is near. Yeshua is coming. Repent. Believe. SOLA GRATIA. SOLA FIDE. SOLA SCRIPTURA. SOLUS CHRISTUS. SOLI DEO GLORIA.





"It's almost hair-raising to think that in the post-Epstein world, [Spielberg made] a movie in which children are kidnapped... They are initiated into something which is traumatic to them, in a way that they suppress the memory until they're adults, and that ultimately this is to the service of these aliens -- that is, so that now they can become the spokespeople and help the world see that the aliens are the saviors... The movie presents it as all good. This is all good."













So... is Disclosure Day meant to be a comedy or something? Because I was laughing my ass off during most of it.

















I would love to hear the opinion of those who watched the movie because I can't make sense of the following scene. At this point in the story, absolutely nothing has been revealed yet. One of the "alien" hosts is on the run from the agents and suddenly stops at a random gas station. The moment she arrives, the place is in COMPLETE CHAOS. People are filling their cars with camping gear, shelves inside the convenience store are practically empty, and everyone seems to be panic-buying food and water as if some major disaster is about to happen. The strange part? There is absolutely no reason for this. Nothing happening in the story suggests that the public knows anything. No announcement, no invasion, no catastrophe, no explanation whatsoever. The scene feels completely disconnected from everything else. And then, as soon as they leave the gas station, it's as if nothing happened. The rest of the world appears perfectly normal for the remainder of the film. Did I miss something important, or was this scene intentionally placed there as some kind of clue, foreshadowing, or hidden message? Because it felt incredibly out of place and strangely specific.


