I put everything I could into helping people gain clarity and wake up. Stuck my real name on everything I did because I don’t like living a hidden life. (Made that mistake, nearly killed me, trail of havoc.) Started off by repurposing my core work assets (mailing list and social media). All laudable stuff. Just mass awakening (“success”) is a bittersweet thing.

Doing epic public acts for humanity is in tension with wanting to stay a private individual. So very much want to be left alone; I avoid putting myself out there as a public face for a reason. Dread having the world turn up at my door seeking insight on Q. While I enjoy helping people, this work also makes me sad. For a quiet and sensitive person I have to endure one heck of an emotional beating just to stick with the truth.

I don’t care about monetising my work or any potential windfalls. What matters is having the physical safety and security to heal some of my own wounds and past trauma. Inner peace is hard work.

If it helps, know that you are not alone. While others around me are living in blissful ignorance, going on vacations smiling, photographed laughing and having fun, concentrating on careers and making money, I have been giving all of my time to this. I'm sure we all have. I'm tired. This is certainly an endurance test and I feel upset that so many years are being spent dealing with the evil idiots on this planet keeping all of us from enjoying the beauty of life. That makes me furious because none of us know how much time we have. That makes me want to cry. Then I think of the children and the Kennedys and I snap out of it real quick.