Dark to Light
Q, Anons and the End of the Beginning
(Author’s Note: This piece represents a thematic follow-up to two of the most popular features yet at Burning Bright, ‘We Are Q,’ and ‘The Darkest Path,’ and while it stands alone in the current context of the Info War, it may be best read in conjunction with that deeper dive on the Op that started it all for many of us. Additionally, I’d like to point readers new and old to a series written by friend and peer Chris Paul entitled, ‘A Story About Reality,’ which explores the same Op in the way only our favorite moderator can.)
The Great Awakening is a framed narrative.
We knew the end of the story from the outset, even if challenges of faith and seven years of psychological warfare by a deeply-entrenched, increasingly desperate satanic cabal has put that framing into question for each of us at times.
And yes, in case you couldn’t tell, this feature is going to be a bit more direct than some of my others—at least, as direct as a stream of consciousness writing can be—because the subject matter demands it, and because, as argued in many recent features, posts and appearances, we must always strive to argue from a position of strength, both of belief and of logic, and reject enemy framing wherever possible, especially where it concerns the core of their subversive empire, and the pillar that must be chipped, cracked and eventually—perhaps soon—shattered en route to bringing the whole corrupt, diseased temple down upon their heads.
Despite attempts to obfuscate and increasingly-clownish arguments to the contrary, and despite the fact that none of us are omniscient or omnipresent, and cannot know the future with certainty, faith, logic and discerning minds prone to advanced pattern recognition have a way of bringing one back to the first drops by the Anon known as ‘Q.’
We knew the end from the beginning, with the ongoing journey there representing an alternatively enlightening and devastating series of revelations as to the true nature of the world around us, the powers that would lord over us and the dark sins at the heart of the eternal mausoleum they’d foment over our heads, and the bones of our children, born and unborn alike.
In many ways, we’ve known this all along.
And yet, the farther we’ve got in the Information War, the Mind War and the Shadow War—disparate names that form a fractal that more closely approximates the truth of it all—that makes up that spiritual, cognitive and sometimes-actual journey, the more frequent the reminders come that the dark truths that nest within the System of Systems also represent the shimmering gemstones of awakening that heralded the advent of the Second American Revolution … that heralded the coming of each and all of us.
And make no mistake, that is what we find ourselves in the midst of in this time and place.
Whether you’re examining the Net Effects of the latest Mass Psychological Deployment by one side or the other on the Game Theory Game Board, delving into the latest scandal to emerge from the unmasked ‘elite’ as patriots render them stark and exposed in the public eye through a combination of Narrative and Legal Exposure and Disclosure, or ruminating on the moral questions inherent in the recognition of evil and its continued existence amidst the sleeping spell our fellows remain caught firm within, this Revolution may be peaceful, and—contrary to the popular saying—it may in fact be televised … but it will also be lasting.
So long as we embrace the periodic reminders served up by ghosts in the media machine along with glowing nodes in a vast, interconnected network of sovereign minds, as well as the divine brilliance of serendipity as to what it’s all about. What it’s always been about.
And if my own journey into this awakening mirrors that of many of the minds reading these words today, then I’m not the only one out there who’s been catching signs others might see as fireflies in the yard more as comets streaking across a world-ending sky; not our world, but [theirs,] as the crumbling edifices of their criminal empire mark the precursor to a new dawn whose light we have not so much come upon through an arduous trek, but rather beckoned along so that it might pierce the heavy, laden lids of those not blessed or cursed with the same drive and insight that infects, afflicts and adorns the mind of the anti-collectivist collective known as Anons.
Glowing nodes within a once-suffocating darkness, which now resembles a glittering web of awakening. Nodes whose initial flame was either sparked or else stoked by a shooting star of hope that heralded the beginnings of a storm whose waves reached shore long before its howling winds, lashing rains and the restorative reckoning we once trembled in anticipation of with anxiety, and now do so with excitement.
A sun around whose illuminating light the beginnings of the awakening orbited before spinning out, sparking the birth of galaxies of awareness all their own. The center point of a movement with as many names as persuasions, origins as missions, hearts as minds.
A node. A star. A sun.
A hope named Q.
And before that hope can be fully recognized and embraced, so its antithesis must be known, accounted for and summarily, soundly rejected, and routed from the shores of the collective human experience we once wandered, and now patrol. Woe be unto those who would seek to hide from the light we’ve been entrusted to shine. That we’ve taken, not to covet, but to shepherd and to share.
This rejection of the System of Lies and unTruths is a process each of us have or are going through even now, as we attempt to catch fresh tinder within the Collective Mind we yearn to wake, even as we seek to shield it from the trauma of having done so.
I was ‘awake’ before 2017 and the advent of Q, in a manner of speaking.
Awake enough to recognize the liar’s sleep that most of us—all of us—are born into. Aware enough to understand the sins I bore through the ignorance I felt as a heavy shroud and yet, whose yoke I couldn’t quite shake out of the malaise of illusion the powers that would be had spread like pestilence over the waking world of their dominion.
I remember the sensation, not always apparent, but ever-present which recalled the existential paralysis that would overtake me as a youth, when I would pass through the veil of sleep and re-enter the waking world trailing images—more so—suffocating feelings of dread anxiety into the reforming real—an affliction I no longer bear, but remember well.
And how many of us have been jarred or shaken roughly into waking before falling back, perhaps willingly into the grips of sweet ignorance, only to recognize that the sparked mind, much like the struck match can never strip its scorchmarks and ashen skin? How many of us pretended to prefer to dream along with the others, squeezed our eyelids shut tightly so that the monsters beneath the bed—now made real—might let us be a while longer, so they might continue to torment the innocent we pretended not to hear?
How many of us mistook knowledge for wisdom before the arrival of Q? How many mistook cynicism for clarity? Curiosity for bravery?
How many of us adopted the Doomer’s Refrain quite by accident, and converted the recognition of lies into the diffusion of sin onto the hated sleepers … onto everyone else, but never ourselves, because we knew better?
The reason I rail against Doomers in our midst—the worst of the Wolves because they betray not for wealth or fame, but due to the earnest failings of their own hearts—is because I used to be one.
I used to recognize the lies of the enemy matrix, at least in the Macro. I saw the sins of [their] empire laid bare. I knew enough to know that I knew very little, and I felt powerless because I did nothing to become powerful. I grew bitter to combat bitterness, and angry to combat hatred. I scorned in defense of being scorned, and I retreated in disgust at the cowardice I recognized in the world around me—in the people—without taking responsibility for its presence in myself.
I could tell you ‘What’ changed to put me on a path toward the logic-based positivity I created this publication—this name, and whatever goes along with it—to attempt to spread, and that ‘What’ was largely spawned by Q, but I’ve always found the ‘Why’ to be the more compelling story, and we are, after all, in a War of Stories.
If those reading these words know the ‘What’ of Q, then, what is the Why of Q?
As I often say around these parts, sometimes the answer lies within the question itself, and Q was—is—nothing if not a central question, one that recalls the great, mythic mysteries of the modern age, from Neo’s awakening in The Matrix to Alice’s journey down the rabbit hole.
What is the nature of our world?
And perhaps more importantly.
That said, it wasn’t solely the questions themselves that were responsible for the viral, exponential and somewhat ethereal spread of the Q Op. After all, while the right questions have the power to spark minds for the first time while reigniting cooled, dormant blazes within others, fires burn out without the fuel to sustain them, especially within those whose wicks had already run—within those the Q Op was designed to strike first, and strike hardest and hottest, that being the heterodox, beautiful paradox of the Anons.
No. It wasn’t the questions that sustained and transformed a curiosity into a philosophy, a mystery into a mission; it was the hope underlying them. The outlook. The end, communicated to us at the beginning, and whose broad outline comes clearer with each passing day, like the prow of a ghostly ship breaking the thick of fog, its sails still obscured with billows of cotton, canvas and mist. Lies covering truth, but whose shape is unmistakable if you know it’s coming.
Throughout the vastness of mapping the System of Systems that is the Globalist, Satanic Deep State Cabal, the complexities of starting on a path to learning Fifth-Generation Warfare so that we might do more than read the memories of the great battle on the ocean of our consciousness as its reflections reach the shore through shimmering ripples, and the spiritual intricacies of the unseen realm rendered just a bit more real with each passing day in this era, the same hope that made up the core of Donald Trump’s inexplicable and yet, inevitable appeal to the American heart is the same bright destiny that gripped the zeal of the overactive and underused Anon hivemind.
That is and was the brilliance of the Q Op, even if it was just the beginning of its central purpose.
As a very public figure said last week, there is no ‘QAnon;’ there is Q, and there are Anons. There are questions, and so, there must be answers, as the latter cannot be arrived at without the directed, discerning wings of the former to bear them hence.
As my good friend and peeris fond of saying, there are few feelings that rival “the joy of having been wrong.”
And after the darkness of despair many of us experienced upon those early revelations of the Q drops—revelations the sleepers are only just beginning to be confronted with the ghostly outlines of—and the anger it called up, we have had the honor, the privilege and the great responsibility to experience the joy of having been wrong with frequency, and with a fortitude that will help us prepare the way for those who follow.
More so than an observation, that epiphany isn’t just representative of the truth the Great Awakening process imprints onto those it touches, but rather marks a philosophical shift in framing the very questions that sparked said awakening in the first place.
After all, how is one to recognize the light without the darkness that makes up its edges, frames it and thus, gives it meaning?
What is light in a canvas made of itself?
A blanket of bright, like a blinding sun with no horizon to carve from the edges of the world, or a canvas upon which to paint the colors it would birth in order to define itself.
It has been said that, when one stares into the abyss, one must take care, lest the abyss stare back. And that truth hits hard to those who’ve wandered the darkest paths of the Info War for years, as the Darkest Path is also the first one many of us took back then, which was simultaneously the most difficult course, and the one we were least prepared to take.
And yet, with the benefit of the hindsight we mistook for foresight at the time, and with all the many joys we’ve experienced cataloguing and exorcising the many wrongs we once held in our awakening psyches, I now believe that jarring, traumatic trek into the wandering ways of the void was quite the point—a feature of both the Q Op and the Great Awakening it helped to usher in, and not a bug.
After all, while many of us stumbled upon those prescient, fateful questions by mistake—or were guided by unseen hands—the choice to follow them to their logical, paradigm-shattering endpoints was entirely each and all of ours.
The Darkest Path was a path we chose to walk, partly out of the inherent curiosity that makes up those predisposed to the life of the Anon, partly out of heterodox rebellion against the status quo and yet, I would posit and confidently guess, more so because we felt a pull to the questions in the first place, and a responsibility in light of the answers.
But then, I suppose there are still some toiling among us who believe in coincidence, and accident, despite the revealed designs of our collectivist enemy and their undoing.
Which brings us to the point of this piece.
In recent pieces, such as ‘Crisis Cascade’ and ‘Crisis Convergence,’ I have laid out a general—and far from exhaustive—framework that defines the System of Systems to me. This framework, breaking the Deep State into pillars ranging from the Financial and Political to the Cultural and Clandestine is a veneer of complexity that obscures a rather simple truth, and that is that what binds the System together is shared sin, and the leverage that implies—first over one another, and through that bound and trapped immorality, and the temporary power it affords—dominion over us, the would-be sovereigns of the world.
That said, there are signs every hour of each day that the System of Systems has grown ragged and weary. From the ongoing failure of woke corporations and the continued backlash against subversive ideology of every sick, twisted persuasion, to the sheer idiocy on display on the political world stage—a puppet show whose Net Effects are serving the Great Awakening, for a change—the Deep State has never been so revealed to a greater plurality of the American people than in this time.
And the true Crisis Cascade that will ultimately take the Deep State down in the Actual realm and not simply the Potential one—that involving everything from what many Anons believe will be the largest criminal conspiracy (RICO) case ever brought to court, international committees, New Nurembergs and the ramifications for the Biblical flood of Disclosure to emerge from the Media, Military and Medical industrial complexes, as well as the exposure of the true Deep State, the subversive rot in the heart of the U.S. and international Administrative State itself—comes back around to the original secret their false world was built in order to keep, and that we exist in order to expose.
Sound of Freedom is currently clogging the cognitive airwaves of the Info War in all the best ways, but it’s simply the latest in an accelerating and intensifying series of Narrative Whiplashes regarding the very ‘Crimes Against Children’ truth this formerly-disparate, uncooperative community of Truthers, Anons and Citizen Journalists coalesced and unified in order to expose.
The fact that the independent film, which explores the Child Sex Trafficking epidemic in a fashion most Americans are completely unexposed to on the back of its continued embarrassment of Disney’s cascade of box office and fiscal failures, and in spite of the entertainment conglomerate’s attempts to shelve the film indefinitely when they held the distribution rights to it, is so utterly, righteously perfect, the sheer magnitude and impossibility of the congruent success of the one and failure of the other beggars belief, and renders attempts to dismiss the connection inane and expository on their own misplaced merits.
As I said on Truth Social:
I refer to this resurfacing of the Darkest Path—and other ongoing truths and theories ubiquitous with the Truth Community and the Q Op—as the ‘Shark Fin Template,’ which posits that the most important revelations to emerge as part and parcel to the Great Awakening continue to break the surface of the roiling waters of the Info War with increasing frequency, until such a time as Justice is actualized for the imprinted, solidified wrongs against humankind.
These Crises [to them,] represented by parallel Narrative & Actual, Legal Deployments regarding Allison Mack, Keith Reniere and NXIVM, sex crimes at CNN and the BBC, Larry Nassar’s current plight in a Florida prison, Jeffrey Epstein’s ubiquity within every elite walk of shadowed life, from the central bankers to Big Tech and even the slow re-emergence of the Podestas, Clintons and Haiti back in the Story the Collective Mind is absorbing absent its conscious will, provide near-constant reminders of the inevitability of Justice, which is never early, nor late, but rather arrives precisely when it means to.
And I believe the resurfacing of these Stories—particularly, of these characters—is our most apparent signal that there are indeed ghosts within the media machine, and that these ghosts work for the side of the light.
More so than the re-emergence of these Narratives, however, the Media Industrial Complex’s denials and employment of what I refer to as ‘Overton’s Goalpost’ regarding their veracity is perhaps the most damaging development for the anonymity these ‘protectors’ and enablers of the Deep State’s predilections once enjoyed.
The Narrative-setters in the Deep State’s direct employ, as well as those orbiting their system of immorality and debauchery are now bound in the Ouroboros pattern that can only result in their exposure to the waking collective of humanity, and the wrath that will come along with it.
So, when you see the Media Industrial Complex going out of its way to cast child trafficking itself as the conspiracy theory and those who lead its exposure cultists and miscreants, remember that ‘Guardians of the Pedophiles’ isn’t some conspiracy-addled fever dream.
They’ve been in the shadows, and now they’re being forced—they’re forcing themselves—into the light of our directed minds, and for things born of and in the dark, that isn’t an especially good place to be.
We in this community don’t exist to spread the truth. Not any longer. That part of the tale is done, and the enemy has picked up the baton from us in their seething, spitting desperation. They will germinate the seeds of awakening we planted some time ago with their immolative attempts to obscure them, and we will be here to be the frame and support upon which those fresh green chutes and curling, fragile, eager creepers of curiosity climb, and whose buds and blossoms will begin to move through the colors of awakening each of us went through in a different time, and through harder earth.
Mapping began long ago. Perhaps far longer than we’ll ever truly know.
Amidst the financial, political, cultural and clandestine, the Darkest Path is the foundation of the dark world they would have us inherit. It is what the System of Systems was erected to protect, and it is what the Sovereign Alliance—and what each of us and those who join us in the brightening sun—was called to tear down.
The sheer magnitude of the current Crisis Cascade afflicting the one secret they wish we’d leave alone, and the one they can least afford being dragged into the light is a breakthrough of encouragement that, where it concerns the Info War, the Mind War and the Great Awakening, things can turn very slowly, and then all at once.
Just as Epstein and Maxwell were two key nodes in a larger network of evil masquerading as unelected lordship, each revealed piece of filth carries with it its own story, which will water the well of awakening within its own mind in the loosening bedrock around us. After all, it is only through confronting the greatest sins that we might hope to reconcile the past they poisoned with the future we hope to build.
Revelation, much like epiphany is not a gradual process, but immediate, even if the path there is choked with trials, trails and tribulations, forded rivers, gnarled roots and earthen slides that slowed the climb to the summit. This climb, for all its hellish, callused intricacies is quickly forgotten, and melts away when the last staggered steps onto the plateau become the first in a new world, and when the whole comes into view, vast and stunning and present.
What are we here for, then?
In the end, it’s up to each of us to answer that question. That said, sometimes we get a helping hand. Sometimes the simulation winks at us. Sometimes God breaks through.
Sometimes the truth heralds itself.
Our beginning will mark their ending. It already has. It already did.
The reckoning is long overdue, and the storm is coming.
Because it was always about the children.
We’re all of us in a Mind War. We were born into it. Molded in it. The difference is, you and I know it. Which gives us a responsibility. There’s no putting the genie of awakening back in the bottle. But that truth goes both ways. That burden of knowledge whose weight we share is the millstone around [their] collective necks.
And if the more subtle Tolkien nods throughout this piece weren’t quite enough, I’ll end with one I’ve only slightly modified, intoned by King Theoden of Rohan unto the breaking of the world, and the last ride of the Rohirrim:
“Now for wrath. Now for ruin. And [their] world’s ending.”
Until next time, stay Positive, stay Based and most importantly … stay Bright.
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