No matter what level of consciousness you are at, it always seems that what is ahead is unthinkable, and those falling behind are "f*ckwits". In order to make progress you need to "rehumble" yourself, as there is an innate bias to believe you're the best, just based on your ability to perceive those who lag you, and inability to perceive those who precede you (in terms of spiritual development).

I never imagined that I would look forward to the total crash of the financial system even more than a Lego Technics model kit.

I have worked hard for a righteous cause, and am proud of what I have done. That said, the looming possibility of epic vindication is surprisingly bittersweet. I don't relish public attention, am allergic to institutional life, and am even a bit ambivalent about the changed world to come (if I am candid). When I go to rallies or patriot events people recognise me and know my name, which is surreal to me given only a few years ago I was fighting to drag an obscure branch of network performance algebra to the attention of a tiny relevant audience. I breathe and bleed like everyone else, and very few people have access to the totality of my world with all its struggles and madnesses. I can see how public personas are skewed and often idealised impressions. So I feel oddly sad that the period of being insulted and ridiculed may be coming to an end… but all life is change, no?

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It /almost/ feels like the Satanists are doing us a favour by making everyone reveal who they really are (and "cleaning up" the cultural debris of the sociopaths).

❤️

The "sky event" is when we turn off the moon hologram and replace it with DJT's smiling face, right?

Think of all the times when you wanted "it" to happen… but in retrospect you were not ready for "it".

It feels like 2021 was meant to teach anons humility before the greatness to come.

Was never very keen on humility. 🤣

This war is a constant balancing act between maintaining your own inner resources (and not getting dangerously depleted) and performing in the world (fighting the good fight). In a way this is absolutely ordinary, but the divergence of social realities means it is extremely difficult in practise. We face abysmal behaviour by many who are close to us, and have to spend enormous energy staying engaged in non-optional but draining relationships and situations. Our coping strategies have costs that come due, and responsibilities we kick down the road insistently return. I find a numbness creeping over me as the emotional battering takes a toll. Nonetheless, an unceasing vision of victory and a better future motivates a return to form no matter how far I feel I have fallen. There is always just enough progress to sustain hope and prevent sinking into self-pity. The shoots of freedom are breaking above the ground; our hard work promises a harvest of justice, hungry as we are for resolution.

A 90% drop in the stock market results in a 0% change to my net worth. So there are upsides to being relatively poor.

The last few years feel a bit like having been locked up in a “reverse gulag” where only a few people have mental freedom and the majority are in chains (that they perceive as keeping them safe).

I am facing a heartbreaking situation not of my making. There is something worse than losing a loved one to unexpected death. I cannot share the details as it is so personal and sensitive. It is such a cruel blow. I don’t sob often, if ever, but there are very real tears as I type. Better to have loved and lost… but this hurts so badly.

My whole family have disowned me for asking questions about the safety of children at school and demanding timely answers, and taking precautionary action when they are not offered.

The behaviour I have experienced towards me today is off the scale appalling. They might think I am a raving madman, but they cannot answer the simplest questions, and are willing to self-justify ANYTHING as long as it complies with their perceived institutional consensus norm.

This is going to be a horrific autumn. I don't expect to see my parents again (and have no wish to as long as they tacitly support child abuse); one betraying "friend" will never see me again I hope; my older daughter has spoken to her father in a way that is 100% shameful; my ex-wife has no care other than avoiding the truth of he own jabbed status; and my younger daughter is the only one left with a shred of conscience—but is now turned against me.

I stand by my principles, and my conscience is clearer than a mountain spri

GOD BLESS THIS MAN FOR STANDING UP!
👏🏻🙏🏻💜✝️🕊

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There's going to be a point in the not-so-distant future that most Patriots don't give a fuck about the movie, about the popcorn or about Q.

All we want is our country back.

Red blooded MAGA Patriots are hands-on and don't like the thought of being left in the dark about what's going on.

The madness has to end soon.

Pray.

Arrest every doctor, nurse, dentist, Veterinary, attorney, government agent, employee involved with eugenics programs.
They all sold out, have broke the law.

Goodnight everyone! Tired and achy after this dreary rainy day (plus Penny the dachshund wants me to go to bed. She’s been my nurse through cancer treatment and she usually knows best, lol)
Please continue to pray for our President and his family, for our brave military and their families, for transparency to increase so much that the now thin veil rips apart and we are flooded with Light & Truth.
I hope you sleep peacefully tonight. You are all in my prayers every night. Much love to you! ✨🇺🇸🌎❤️

Idaho today!

Fwd Tommy Robinson News
@PepeMatter
https://t.me/PepeMatter

If you haven't started yet, pay very close attention to George News on Telegram. No anon account has been validated more.

POTUS & George are in lockstep.

JFK Jr. founded George.

Anonymous morphed into George.

Ask yourself why.

Ask yourself how.

The normies and idiots won't ask these questions so internalize them yourselves.

When you figure out this piece of the puzzle your mind will be blown.

Today is my son's 15th birthday. I was "forced" to have a c-section and hemmoraghed a week later, almost dying.
Today I am fighting the digital battle as best I can, having been redpilled in September last year and my searches leading me to Q.
I fight for my son and his sisters, for my husband, for my family (most of the who have taken the shot), for my sheep friends, for all my anon friends, and for the world.

Happy Birthday, Son! I hope to make leave a better world for you. WWG1WGA

(This is the topper for his brownies.)