Fear comes easy to us. Like when we were babies, we were afraid of falling when we were learning to walk. Loud noises startled us. As adults, we are afraid to lose our possessions, are afraid of being alone, afraid of not being good enough or of being too good. We check our hair, clothes, watch our weight—check our teeth for spinach. We are in a constant state of flux, so it’s no wonder when it comes to standing up for our rights we worry about the consequences of doing so. This is life? This is America? Is this the same place where tea was thrown in Boston Harbor in defiance?I fear as well, don’t get me wrong. My vision scares me. Where I see myself in the future sends shivers through my mind but my loud thoughts at night dictate that I express myself and to hell with the consequences. Why? Simply, I just must. It may be my purpose in life or I may just be full of lofty ideas but if nothing else, I hope what I write or append to these pages may stimulate someone greater than me into action.
I hope when people read these pages they aren’t too concerned with the literal and instead take the information they are receiving and let their minds wander to a solution. People need to take the best parts of an argument and connect the dots. I’m still connecting the dots. I do not plan to attempt to connect the dots until I’m sent back to essence and I do not want to go back to essence before I see some change.
The Conspiracy Theorist is always viewed as an extremist nut. Oh look at the crazy person who thinks spooks lurk behind the door. Why don’t they just live their lives? Well, it’s simple really. Dissatisfaction breeds change.
People are dissatisfied yet will poo-poo the truths that exist. They will poo-poo the theories. Everyone does this out of fear. Hey, you say too much, you disappear. Of all the conspiracy theories out there, people embrace this truth across the board. Funny, isn’t it? Fear controls our will to fight back. Do you think that’s an accident?
BTW, I don’t own a firearm, if I’m found dead in the woods with a bullet in my brain, it wasn’t me.
