Radiate

A Stream of Consciousness

I’m going to continue on with a dangerous precedent I’ve set in a few recent features and speak—rather, write—from the heart.

It may seem like a strange confession to make, but, while my sociopolitical analysis tends to take me quite a long time to consider, synthesize and then attempt to translate into the most effective argument, essay or treatise I can muster, many of my most popular features are those I simply start writing.

From the New Year’s special, ‘The Bright and Dark,’ which thanked all of you Bright and brilliant minds for subscribing to this newsletter over the course of the last year—and there are a LOT of new minds reading these words of late, so welcome to you—to this week’s special feature, ‘We Are Q,’ I have found that, when the news cycle is bursting at the seams as much as it is these days, when Narratives are running rampant on all sides on the Game Theory Game Board, and when emotions are heightened in an engineered push to alternatively demoralize and encourage, sometimes it is the simplest, most direct and honest appeal to the mind that acts as a steadying presence in the midst of what can often seem a psychological storm.

I have remarked in some recent retrospective and even introspective features that I don’t quite know what it is I bring to the table from an analytical perspective that others do not. I know that the vast majority of the minds who engage with my writing also engage with those of my varied and exceedingly-brilliant peers. But simply by the act of ruminating on that question, of asking what it is I do and why, and also what drew you folks to me and me to you, I believe I am beginning to put the beginnings of a picture together in my own mind’s eye.

A picture of who I am, yes. But more so, a picture of who I could be, first to wife and family, secondly to all of you and third to my nation and even my world.

In so doing, I hope to be able to continue to hone not just my discernment in this strange, ever-shifting Narrative, cognitive and psychological war, but also to hone my ability to cut through the engineered noise in order to better reach all of you, and provide whatever steadying and hopefully-meaningful analysis, observation or encouragement I didn’t know I possessed, and you didn’t know you needed.

Radiate.

This is the word that has been crawling around the ever-restless and always-thrumming contours of my brain, which houses the mind that felt a calling to dig in the dark places of the Information War all those years ago, and which eventually led me to start a publication meant to shine a light into that very darkness that almost consumed me, and that I would guess almost consumed many of you.

You won’t see many appeals to Nietzsche in my writing, but when it comes to his truism that, “when you stare into the abyss, the abyss also stares into you,” it’s something I have felt like a dagger in the heart, and like a wolf at the door.

That is the feeling—the weight—of exploring the darkness. Of exposing it.

And it took a long time before I began to turn that around, and remove the dark’s hold over me, to remove the doom and gloom and embrace the light once more.

I was not able to do this through an act of will alone. I did it through an appeal to faith, which might seem obvious to many of you, but came as a foreign, uncommon thought to me, as I have never been one to embrace or seek respite, guidance and strength from a higher power.

And yet, in those months—even years—spent wandering the dark, confronting evil’s many faces, names and yes, its dark deeds while attempting to preserve the sanity of my own dimming mind and embattled soul, it was those frequent, almost despairing appeals to higher power—to higher authority—wherein I began to feel a change.

I won’t pretend I experienced a profound spiritual enlightenment that began to turn things around for me. I won’t tell you that I heard the voice of God, or felt His presence at my bedside table as I tossed and turned, wondering how so much evil could be done to the most innocent among us, and how WE could have stood by, blind and deaf and dumb while it occurred.

I won’t tell you that because that didn’t happen.

My own enlightenment, my own journey to faith—if you can call it that—didn’t feel like freedom. Not at first. It didn’t feel like a weight lifting.

It felt like a hardening. Not of body and spirit, which I have experienced before in a life largely dedicated to the art of hand-to-hand combat—stories I will explore with you folks in the future—but rather of the soul.

Rather than forming the sort of callousness that those prone to doom and despair wear like a second skin, I felt calluses forming in my digging mind and my hardening soul. These were the sorts of calluses I had developed in my corporeal form spent twisting and turning on mats, striking and being struck, falling and getting back up.

Before I felt faith. Before I felt the sort of hope I wrote about in depth just a few days ago, I felt a shift in my approach to the Shadow War, the Mind War, the Information War or any number of names we assign to this pursuit of truth.

I said when I first launched this publication that I believe Anons are not best suited to finding the truth and unearthing it, but rather in exposing lies. I fashioned myself into a hunter, then, rather than a seeker.

It was a practical turn for me. After all, is it not easier to hunt that which you know exists rather than that which you only hope exists? Is it not simpler to seek out and destroy an enemy—and an enemy paradigm—rather than to build your own in its place?

And so, I did what many of us did in those years spent digging in the dark. I learned evil’s many faces and its names. I learned its habits and its haunts. I learned its history, where it had succeeded over the decades and across all lands and against all peoples.

And where it failed.

While I felt that I had gleaned some level of understanding of the Deep State’s System of Systems after a few years spent in this mode, it wasn’t until I indulged in a personality trait I have always possessed that I began to feel an internal change to go along with that hardening—that solidifying of intent. Of purpose.

Curiosity.

A risky attribute to appeal to, given the feline theme of my Anon form. And yet, it describes a foundational aspect of my personality, and my drive.

And so, one year ago this week, I set out to pen what would become the Righteous Russia series, and I did so six weeks before Vladimir Putin ordered the Special Military Operation into the Prussian remnants of NATO’s Ukraine—an operation still very much in effect today—and one that changed the face of geopolitics overnight, and in ways that will continue to spin out into an emerging, sovereign future I think we will marvel to behold once it has been erected out of the ashes of the Systems we are helping to tear down around us.

This series, as I have said before does not present ideas that others have not presented before. I am not the first to suggest that there exists a Sovereign Alliance formed in the shadows and now operating in the light that stands opposed to the Globalists that have subjugated and dominated us for generations—even centuries.

And yet, I felt pulled to tell the story of Righteous Russia as I saw it, because I was curious. And because I saw lies being cast about a section of the Game Board I had my tiger’s eye on, and was not about to let that stand.

The many reactions to this series—and the many features that have followed it—have not only accelerated my own awakening process, but have given me the privilege of the realization that I—and others like me—may be assisting others in their own awakening processes.

I often refer to those in this community as lights in the darkness, and to that I hold.

We are lights that scatter the darkness, yes. Each of you is a bright candle that the dark flinches before, even if it stalks on the edges, threatens from the depths and circles from airy wings on high.

But you see, the dark doesn’t fear the one candle flame because of its light, though it is a brilliant, beautiful and righteous thing in and of itself. The dark fears the candle because of what it might attract. Because of what other lights might spring up at its calling, drawing its heat into running wicks of their own. Mimicking and then redoubling its light until there are many lights in the void, like dancing motes of ash in the ruins of [their] empire.

When you hunt the dark, you have no choice but to leave trails of light in your wake. Golden footprints on a black glass pond whose ripples never quiet.

And that others might follow.

When you hunt the dark, and close your jaws around it, you make real the unreal, and give form to the formless, so that you might bring it down as if it were any other running thing and you a thing with teeth.

When you yourself take on the likeness—the spirit—of a hunter, and one whose mission is steeped in light and truth, then the dark, and all the nasty things in it fear you, and those who would follow you.

Radiate.

Be the plan. Be the light that follows, and the light will follow you.

Until next time, stay Positive, stay Based and most importantly … stay Bright.

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