The Mind-Killer

Mastery of Fear is Mastery of Self

Fear has a scent.

Not quite the copper and metal tang of blood, nor the rot of fetid marshes. It’s not even the cold ring of winter steel on a battlefield.

It’s what comes before—sometimes long before—any of those more recognizable smells. Smells that assail the nose and provoke the mind. It’s the scent that precedes the smell. The smoke that announces the fire. The hint that sparks the guess, which ushers in the answer.

It’s a scent that’s impossible to describe, and yet, one that all recognize, from the eagle soaring on high, unaware of the shadows above it, or the ozone that threatens a spark of lightning, to the meadow vole twitching and darting from scrub to burrow, knowing that, to see a shadow is to experience death without the time to recognize the fear that should have kept it moving.

And it’s a scent—a feeling or a premonition, more so—that humans know just as well, for all our evolution and intelligent design. All our illusory control and mechanistic might. All of our brilliance lacking wisdom.

Fear has a scent. And that scent is in the air.

Typically, an introduction like this would be used to describe the state of the Collective Mind that—while those of us in this community are undoubtedly and sometimes regrettably a part of—we tend to observe, to prompt, prod and even direct in a manner in keeping with our self-assigned or called-to charge.

From the ongoing and accelerating financial contagion sparked with the boutique banking collapse in March to the ratcheting anxiety on the part of the Central Bankers’ resultant—and panic-stricken—moves, to the increasing and unmistakable drums of war being mongered less with profits and faux progress in mind for the Controllers, and more with a hungry desperation to preserve a crumbling paradigm, the Collective Mind is cowed, twitchy and trembling.

And yet, our fellows and sisters that we empathetically, condescendingly and sometimes—if we’re willing to admit it—enviably refer to as ‘sleepers’ are not alone in the present zeitgeist, which sees fear as its constant shroud and its pressing weight.

This is not a fear that provokes, but rather one that paralyzes, recalling the key vector of mass psychological control the powers that would be have leveraged and impressed upon us for much of our engineered history through the perfection of the Hegelian Dialectic.

Problem. Reaction. Solution.

The provoking of heart-skipping terror. The paralyzing spell of mounting dread. The quiet blissful, ignorant or angry desperation to be rid of its psychological shackles, thus ushering a slave class that never should have been out of the frying pan and into the fires stoked by the very unseen hands and minds that struck the match in the first place.

Problem. Reaction. Solution.

Three legs of the same tripod. Three heads of the same hydra. The same dragon.

The same Beast.

And that Beast’s name is Fear.

Why?

Because scared things are foolish things. Scared things are small things. Weak things. Things that scatter at the threat of scratchings in the dark, whispers in the night and wandering worries in the void.

Scared things forget themselves, and the light they might carry to throw back the shadows and forge a bulwark against the cold and night, a border against the worry and a vanguard that marches on despair with glinting silver spears of hope.

“Fear,” as one of the great writers in the American tradition once wrote, “is the Mind-Killer.”

And that quote—that universal truth communicated through pages of imagineered fiction that have captured generations—prompted this writing today. After all, if you have been following my writing for any length of time, or my public commentary, you will know that I believe we are in a War of Stories for control—or for liberation—of the Collective Mind of American—and world—society, and for good reason.

Humans are coded with an innate love of and yearning for stories. Both real and imagined, stories give us meaning and hope. They codify our loves and desires, explore our fears and our sins. Stories make up the best of us and the worst. Stories are what it’s all about, in the end. Every life is a story. Every relationship. Every waking moment and every scattered thought.

This quote appears in Frank Herbert’s Dune, perhaps the most enduring piece of American Science Fiction, first published in 1965 and whose premonitions, philosophies and enigmatic, haunting and even sometimes-detached beauty have faded in and out of the humanistic zeitgeist for an era.

The full quote is presented as a sort of mantra—a code of the royal House Atreides, and one both borne and carried by Paul, the heir of the fallen legacy, the doom of a world and its hope all wrapped into one, and it goes as follows:

“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone, there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”

In the context of the story, Atreides uses this mantra in a few situations, once remarking upon the primordial dread that wells up within him at the sight of one of the great worms of the desert planet of Arrakis. These worms—titanic creatures whose hides are armored and whose maws can devour starships whose engines idle too long and too boldly—are unfathomable powers of nature. Creatures of God. In order to face one—to ride one, as Paul will—he must be in full control of his self, which means he must control the Mind. The only limits of the mind are emotional. The most limiting emotion is fear. It can be the most freeing, as well.

This is a quote—a central truth and a question, a challenge and a statement—that I mark as one of the defining passages in the American literary tradition. It both asserts and asks, posits and proposes, defines and frees. I used to recite it to myself before fights, when I was outwardly calm, inwardly trembling before stepping into the ring during my kickboxing days.

It wouldn’t fill me with calm or serenity, which might have been the original purpose of the quote as it concerns Paul Atreides’ mindset. It wouldn’t fill me with confidence, either. Instead, it would fill me with a sort of knowing. A knowing that, whether I won or lost in the battle to come, I would do so on the strength or lacking of my own skill, my own body and most importantly, the mind that wields both, and on that of my opponent. By reciting this quote—this doom and this mantra—I attempted to free myself from the grip of fear, not by rejecting it or ignoring it, attempting to fight against it or turn it around.

Instead, I would free myself by accepting the fear, by observing it, by feeling it in my heart and soul and then—as Paul does in the pages of a fictional history that grows as inspiring as it is foreboding—by watching it pass me by, losing interest in me like a stalking jungle cat in search of easier prey.

In this way, I attempted not to use fear as a weapon, but rather to make friends with it, to learn its ways, to recognize its approach before it had its claws dug into the grooves of my chest and anchored in the recesses of my mind so that it could not wield me as it would. So that it could not freeze me so that I might be laid low by something I either should have seen coming, or something that I was powerless to stop.

Fear is the mind-killer. And fear is at the heart of the instinct to react that many even in this awake and awakening community find themselves plagued and burdened by with increasing frequency in recent months, as the Collectivist Beast known as the Deep State, the Cabal or the System of Systems thrashes, bites, gnashes and swipes as we hem it in at the edges of the world it would have lorded over for time immemorial if we had given it the reign to.

And that is what we are watching.

From the impending indictment of one of the chosen leaders of our MAGA and America First philosophy—the sovereign spirit that stands in stark contrast to the slavery they might saddle us with—to the seeding of color revolutions in other lands, PsyOps and PsyActs, False Flags and assaults both real and imagined on our own shores and in our own halls, the Beast is attacking because the Beast is afflicted with the same fear that would, in the words of another fictional stalwart, “take the heart of me,” if only I allowed it to.

Fear, at the end of the day and into the cold reaches of the night, is a choice. The sooner you recognize that, the sooner you recognize that you hold the power to turn it loose, to see it come and to watch it go.

This has been the enemy’s great weapon. From the infamous German to the Red Tide, the Gulf of Tonkin to 9/11, the powers that would be have weaponized fear and cast it as a dread spell over the populace, using it to first paralyze and then enflame and exploit. Fear is the stun response, which can then put the subject in a state where they can be pushed toward empathy in the case of tragedy, or anger in the case of perceived attacks. All of the emotions that spill out of Potential or Narrative Events are engineered with fear as their root and base. Their foundation and their perpetual engine.

Now, if you’re reading the above and coming away with your arms crossed, nodding sagely or even derisively toward those who were suckered in to these Mass Psychological Deployments—even your past self—I want you to apply the same cognitive cypher to the current state of the Mind War and consider the fear response and all that it conveys to the enemy as it concerns the prospect of Nuclear War/Armageddon with Russia, the accelerating and escalating Financial Contagion represented by the Crisis Cascade afflicting the Central Banking Apparatus and, yes, the pending arrest of a man some assign the entirety of the America First movement—and far beyond—to, as if we are defined by a lone, emblazoned figure standing against a wall of night.

I do not want you to dismiss the fear you may have been provoked into, or seeded with. I want you to recognize it. I want you to see it for what it is:

A worm in the desert. A wolf in the den. A tiger in the jungle.

Real things. True things. Mortal things that flinch away from the power represented by the directed mind and will of Man, created in the image of something far greater.

For the Beast we are fighting is not comprised of Man. It is comprised of a collective built on collectivism. A group built on mutual leverage. Mutual threat. Mutual fear. Not on sovereignty and will, truth and justice. And so, fear can—and I believe fear HAS—been turned around on [them,] and I believe that observation is central to my framing of the Mind War.

I do not believe patriots in the east and west WANT to traumatize the sleepers of the sovereign populations of the world, but I have argued before that I believe the surest path to catharsis for passive minds is through the shock that trauma brings … and as I have argued just as strongly, that trauma need not come on the back of actual damage, but rather the fear of damage to come.

From a Financial Crisis to the threat of the Last War to end all others, the Collective Mind IS the battlefield, and while we are attempting to win it back and ultimately turn it against the powers that would be, in order to observe the Collective Mind and in order to ultimately save it, I believe it is necessary to remove yourself from it. To observe it. To study it. To watch it pass over you and through you, and to remain once it has gone.

Just as Paul Atreides absorbs the burden of leadership—to say nothing of his later exploits—while those around him follow, he has an awareness that not all are able to master their fear and emotion and wield their discernment with clear minds free of manipulation. Free of the spell of fear.

And that’s where we come in. That’s where YOU come in.

Or did you forget what it truly meant to be an Anon, a digital soldier or awakened?

These are terms we throw around rather loosely in a community named after the pursuit of truth itself, and yet, I see much fear bandied about, with anger bubbling up on the backend of it.

I see reaction. I see anxiety. I see panic.

These are marks of the Beast we hunt. These are the trappings of prey. They are burdens unbecoming of hunters. Of seekers. Of travelers and of changers.

Now, if we are meant to be the tip of the cognitive, informational and even emotional spear when it comes to ushering our society into a new age free of the subversive rot of the globalist controllers, how are we to take up such positions of cultural, political and emotional leadership if we succumb to the very psychological tactics—deployed by either side—that have been both exposed to us and exposed by us over the course of the last several years?

We are cognitive and logical soldiers, but patriots already had all of the information we resurfaced. That we have parsed and that we will continue to parse.

What is our role, then? What is our charge?

It is to disseminate information, yes, but even those efforts have proven to be in vain for many of us, resulting in the loss of relationships that were once dear to us and even in emotional and social ostracization. While there is still some worth in the attempt from the perspective of narrative or consciousness seeding, that is not ultimately what I believe our role is in this Fifth-Gen War.

Our role is, cliché as it sounds, to be the calm in the storms to come. Our role is to forge ahead in the chaos, to use our discernment and more importantly, to have the presence, clarity and ultimately the bravery of mind and soul to see the approach of white squalls and black walls of storm and allow them to wash over us, parsing what can be parsed and turning back what can be turned back, so that our fellows might learn from us, as a solid anchor in the midst of the storm, or, more aptly in my view, as new leaders to rise up in the aftermath of it.

Where the fear has gone, only we will remain. But there will be a lot of folks picking up the pieces. Each of us may carry many on the backs of the minds and wills we are forging in this Strange War … but take care not to lose yourself to the very chaos we attempt to harness, lest you add yourself as a burden to the psyches of your fellow awakened and awakening.

In the end, Paul Atreides does not hide from his fear or ignore it. Instead, he masters it.

Fear is a great teacher, after all.

So, the next time you feel that familiar shadow and that nip of cognitive cold, keep the following in mind:

If there’s one thing the Deep State Controllers—the Beast we hunt and that we hope to bring down, that we WILL bring down—have understood at a root level that it has taken sovereigns and patriots generations to recognize, it is that Fear is the Mind-Killer.

[They] have used it to paralyze. To provoke. To control.

But we can use it, too.

To teach. To motivate. To free.

Fear is the Mind-Killer.

Fear is also an opportunity.

Take it.

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

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