It’s been a long year, and we’re only in February.
I spent all my time and energy last year on the effort to get our man into office, and a big push all the way to inauguration. Then sickness came to my family and a parent died unexpectedly. I’m not at liberty to express details, but the constant 24/7 push of fighting an uphill battle to get the country back on course definitely took its toll.
And I am sure it is taking a toll on a lot of you.
The Exhaustion is real. It wears on you. Trying to focus on the madness of the media, politics, and rioting citizens is a full time job that should not be borne alone. It wore me down, other life problems wore me down, and I needed a break.
Our man is in office and he works hard every day to make America Great Again. So, it’s okay for us to take some time off. It’s okay to relax.
Sure, the road is still an uphill battle. But this moment of clear air in the mist of war provides us some much needed respite. We can’t wear ourselves down to dust, otherwise the neocon war machines, the refugee invasion, and the Marxist mind control propagandists win. We’re engaged in a slow and grueling battle to correct the course of this country and it will not be won in a day, or by a single battle. The long term plan means a struggle for years and I’ve discovered the hard way that we need to rest in shifts.
Dealing with the current topics in society is a never-ending struggle because the enemy is everywhere. And that’s where the exhaustion comes from. They have infiltrated our schools, they have infected our work places. The internet removes the physical distance between you and a hundred million people who have never met you in your life and yet feel adamantly about how you should or should not be living.
It’s like being surrounded by a thousand bullies all day long. And their narrative is not one that I admire. They don’t care about the borders of this country, about the economic future, about the reality of war, about the price you have to pay to stay alive in the face of hypothetical fluff slamming into the brick wall of reality.
This is not the happy go fun hour, life is not a safe space. The world is malevolently out to kill you. Our ancestors stayed strong by being willing to fight for their survival against all threats; the only reason we banded together was so that we would have someone to watch our backs. But the truth is, half of the country is out to stab the other half in the back.
Now, we’re all guilty of this. The system fosters division and conflict. It’s in our movies, the news politics, in our music. We have been chanting FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT for years. Reality is harsh. Saudi Arabia does not care about anyone but the rich Saudi tyrants. Israel does not care about anyone outside of its military fortress. Outside of them bleed a thousand violent cities, torn between control of the zeitgeist; the current shape being nearly the same as that of Fukushima bleeding into the ocean. And America is out on the bench suffering an identity crisis. The once proud Christian warrior knight and one time Rambo now weeps and argues with itself like a filthy street urchin, utterly terrified.
We’ve been weakened by the enemy. Everyone around you has been poisoned by the self destruction narrative. You agree with the mantra or they will destroy you. It’s akin to the flavor of North Korea, but instead of making it blatantly obvious, the enemy’s tendrils have woven deep beneath. Identity politics is more important than paying bills, than keeping your family safe. The words you say are more important than an economic stability. Murdering unborn children and cucking your daughters out to piles of violent criminals, grown in poor cement tombs or imported from blistering deserts, this is their Diversity.
Some of us are safe, in networks that we trust or self-reliant to protect ourselves. But some of us are fragile. Living in a coastal city is like walking through a land mine. Not to mention the outsiders on random websites. Any one of them can report you to the narrative police and then it’s Mary Sue or Hunt the Mammoth or a thousand other thought police watchtowers. So long as they can find a way, they will destroy you.
So, many of us stay silent. We work in occult. That’s why I got into the occult in the first place. All of the most illuminating secrets about the world are whispered in dark places because the Narrative Police have been hedging social structures for centuries. Right now, their crimes are focused on identity politics. On allowing hooliganism, promoting law breaking, and breeding chaos and destruction. Occult isn’t just about spooky spells and robes, occult was the method through which sane men hid the truth against a dark world. Science was originally occult, as were resistance in times of Marxist regime. As are the Alt Right in the face of a fracturing self destruction by co-opted deviants.
Every organized and stable culture in society has been destroyed from within by chaos, and in every root case you’ll find the Narrative. If it does not get its way through legal means, through intimidation, or through control, it simply lights everything on fire and uses that destruction to seize control. It wears a person down to live covertly in certain places in this country, and worse danger if you are open. Any co-worker or jackass with an iPhone can start a campaign to ruin your life, or the mentally unbalanced will think they are helping diversity by lighting your hair on fire, cornering you in alleyways with their thugs, or kidnapping your children.
I do not buy the Narrative, but if anyone in my life realizes that, they will crush me. And I know a lot of you feel the same as I.
So, we hide it.
I thought that with Trump now in the White House it was time to push back openly. But not all of us are prepared for the war. Some of us are weak, some of us are without means. So we keep quiet and help the resistance. Those of us who fight for so long, we need breaks. Exhaustion will wear you to dust.
So, we need to rest. All of us. This is not some short term project. This is for our children’s future. So, we must rest. Lick your wounds. Take a day or week away from the struggle. Think about other things. Like family and joyful hobbies, church and loving. Once you are rested, as I finally am, pick up your weapons and march wearily back into the long, cold war.