Via Chris MacIntosh from an Anonymous source
To all my friends out there who know what’s really going on… To all my conspiracy theorist friends… Yes, sometimes it’s a curse and not always a blessing to be awake. Awakening is the most liberating, alienating, excruciating, empowering, lonely, confusing, freeing, frightening, expansive journey. If you find yourself struggling as you try to process all this insanity, you are not alone. No one talks about the darkness that accompanies awakening, or the GRIEF.
Not only grieving the life and illusions you once had but the realization that almost everything you thought you once knew, is a LIE. The beliefs you’ve held, people you’ve trusted, principles you were taught- ALL LIES. Shattering illusions is RARELY an enjoyable experience. There is a considerable amount of discomfort that comes with growth and the grieving process doesn’t stop there.
With these newfound realizations, you then find yourself grieving all over again. Grieving the loss of many relationships with people who just don’t “get it”. Feeling alone; being ridiculed and shamed, not only by the masses but for many of you, your very own family and friends too. Feeling like you no longer have much in common with the people you are surrounded by.
Struggling with carrying on bullshit, shallow conversations that lack substance with those who are still fast asleep. Even feeling disconnected from your entire support system because they can’t see what you see. Some even grieve the loss of their ignorance- because “ignorance is bliss” and reality is harsh. Awakening can be a lonely road and you will often find yourself journeying alone.
There is no way to sugarcoat it- Awakening to the realities of this world is brutal. It will have you running through the entire gamut of human emotions. You have to master the art of diving down the darkest of rabbit holes only to come out and still function in daily life, and that’s a skill people don’t talk about enough. Some of you are struggling with feeling disconnected from family and friends, it’s as though they exist in another world.
Please know you are not alone, and not only are you not alone, you have an entire tribe standing with you. We may be separated by miles, but we are DEEPLY connected; in purpose and in spirit.
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Great letter!
I’ve seen what was happening long, long, ago and tried to get people including family members to understand. I’ve experienced much of what this article states except grieving. Figured meh, if they don’t want to listen it’s their loss. People just don’t want to understand.
That’s what vodka is for, comrade!
RUSSIAN COLLUSION
• Vodka / Chocolate Vodka
• Chocolate Liqueur / Crème de Cacao
• Kahlua / Coffee Liqueur
• Chocolate Syrup
• Chocolate Milk
• Chocolate Ice Cream
• Into a blender put one shot, (or more), of each of the alcoholic beverages
• Add chocolate syrup
• Fill blender with chocolate ice cream and chocolate milk
• Blend until smooth
• Pour into glass
• Garnish with white chocolate shavings
• Drink until you say, ‘Killary Hinton’ or ‘Bo Jiden’
You are not alone.
Tis why I do things like hang flags/banners to let others know driving by that they have numbers!
Tis amazing the number of beeps we get daily folks driving by(to the chagrin of neighbors!)and the enjoyable few curses as working around the front yard as folks drive by,puts a bit of energy in me step!
We are far from alone by a long shot!
I too love flying different flags to show where I stand. I have a long barn with a lean too facing the road so I hang them all along the edge. I have so many flags I alternate them out depending on current events.
Since it is pride month I put up the “Straight pride” flag. With the recent Roe v. Wade I put the “All Lives Matter” (with a picture of a baby in the womb) back up. I also have the “My body, My choice” flag with a image of a crossed out needle. Gotta have the “F*ck Joe Biden” flag up. And a few others.
I live in a rural area on a town road, so don’t get as much traffic and for the most part everyone in my community is on the same page. There a few that drive by on occasion that I know don’t like the flags and I love poking the turd with them.
299? That’s a 9/11 encode! I’m being facetious.
Exactly what was on my mind when I woke up this morning .. and this the first article I opened to start my day 💕
It’s so deep , so dark , so sinister it’s hard to wrap my mind around it and it’s hard to know . 😢 and it’s all so terribly sad
I have been called everything under the sun – conspiracy theorist, nut-job, crazy, etc. Yet as I come across the same people that have been calling me those things for the last decade or so, they are changing their tune. Some are even telling me that I was right and somehow predicted a lot of things. My response is simply “I didn’t predict anything, I was just smarter than you and saw it coming.”
Thanks for the post. Since I red-pilled about 14 years ago it has been a frustrating experience trying to warn others and getting those looks. The normalcy bias and cognitive dissonance of so many is very disheartening, along with all the first-level thinkers that choose to live their life on bullet points put out by a corrupted media system.
Your post was a breath of fresh air that indeed, we are not alone.
10 years ago my journey began in earnest. I excitedly put out info articles to friends and family. If I was expecting an appreciation for my efforts, I couldn’t have been more wrong.
Nothing but derision, ridicule and aversion was the story for the most part. Yup, kinda lonely…
Covid may be the blessing in disguise they needed to begin to see Mr. Global and his game plan?
They are waking albeit slowly.
Paraphrasing here from author unknown to me. “First, they laugh at you. Then, they get angry at you. Finally, they realize you were right all along”.
We’re getting there….
Arthur Schopenhauer. “The truth goes through the phases. First, it is ridiculed, then it is violently opposed and finally, it is accepted as being self- evident.”
Arthur,
Thanks….I was close
I write poetry as a way to help process my own journey. Having such a passion and the ability to ‘sing’ the song of my soul gives me great courage as I must face the whole gamut of emotions that the author of this article speaks of. My poetry enables me to create new worlds of meaning, understanding and hope. Here is a recent one that I wrote:
Through the Looking Glass
Have you heard of Aladdin’s lamp
Where the Jinn of the black rocks
Has made his cozy little base camp,
Like some gestating silicon homunculus
With misplaced dreams of grandeur,
Where neural circuits
Ruled by the algorithms of greed
Chase eternity’s dancing shadows
Through the entrails of time,
As the transhuman jabberwock
Attempts to breach heaven’s gate,
We are through the looking glass
Where the devil laughs with glee
And the masked mob is ruled
By Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee,
As a virus of fear and self-loathing
Sweeps the land from sea to shining sea,
Where virtue’s stars
Etched in castles made of sand
And six feet of loneliness
Enshrouds the land of the once free,
And down on the corner
Where modernity came to an end
The boarded market windows
Remind us of once bulging isles
And bumping into neighbors and friends
Regaling each other with touching tales
Of children and frolicking grandkids,
Gossiping about sweet Molly Malone
Who was so feisty, lively and fun
And died the other day all alone,
While in the smoldering wreckage
Of burned flesh and crushed bone
Mingled with pulverized cement
Riding rivulets of steel
The ghosts of Western Civilization
Must for its sins atone,
Where the twin towers of arrogance
Once worshiped the sky
And even as the Empire’s death star
Spreads it bloodthirsty legacy of lies
And the latest wannabe Emperor
Don’s his new robes
And sneers with contempt
His two trunkless legs stuck in the sand
Where buried the dreams of Ozymandias
And all the great Kings of Kings
Who would rule the world
But never could rule themselves,
What a tale of sorrow and woe
Where mankind incarcerated
In a selfie-made hell
As his suffering ever grows,
March on oh race of man
For you have awakened to a new day
Where you must build back better
For you are no more than
A clattering collection of caliginous bones
With a blood-stained history of shame
For which you can never atone,
Do not fool yourselves
For most of you are doomed to be milled by
The grinding gears of heaven above
Devoid of Agape’s dreams,
For divine love is our unique gift
And like the finest vintage wine
Is squeezed from the grapes of our wrath,
Tho the mysterious spirit of the universe
Seems to have abandoned us
We are the bloom of its consciousness
Beyond the hands of time
Ashes to Ashes, dust to dust.
Hey, that was pretty good!
And I even learned a new word …. Ozymandias.
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Ozymandias = a Mexican male who immigrated to Australia.
OK, actually “A tyrant, a dictator, a megalomaniac; someone or something of immense size, a colossus.”
How in the hell did you come up with that? lol
It is from a poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley:
Ozymandias
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
That’s the truth. I’m fortunate that my husband is right there with me.
I may not be alone …. but it sure FEELZ like it most of the time.
You might say you are stucky all alone.
Narrow is the path to life and few who tread on it. Broad is the way to destruction.
The broad path obviously is going to hold many and be enticing as the “easy” way out.
But you Stuck know there ain’t nothin’ free and if it’s too good to be true then it most certainly is.
You’re here and we are here.
Also feelings aren’t facts. That’s a tactic of the left.
Why must we spend so much energy in angst? And others spend none?
$8 to $10 dollars a gallon for gas can’t get there soon enough for me. It would be worth every penny.
Thank you for the “Alone” card.
This is what happens when you: Have possession of your critical thought processes; study history and its predictable cycles; understand evil and the unregenerate heart of mankind. If you have these three things then you know things are not right. In the final analysis, I believe that watchmen are chosen. I still haven’t decided if it’s a blessing or a curse to “know the times”. Jeremiah wasn’t called the weeping prophet for nothing, nor was Cassandra the most popular seer in Troy. But I’m told that Elijah was not alone even though he felt so. Neither are you and I.
I was involuntarily redpilled 53 years ago. I don’t recommend that path. I thought it was simply a matter of people not knowing. If someone would just tell them they would surely see it and make changes.
Silly me.
I’ve concluded that the majority want to be led. Want to be lied to If it’s wearing a pretty enough costume. They will resort to violence to prevent you from waking them up.
I also learned that I’m stubborn enough to keep trying to the very end.
“They will resort to violence to prevent you from waking them up.”
Sounds like the Matrix.
They would rather kill than put on the glasses. They don’t want to know. Weird.
Snap the fck out of this self pity crap! You came into this world alone, and so shall you leave. I could be in a room of 50 people and still feel alone, I embrace it. I’ve been paddling up stream my whole life. I never walked with the crowed, I was always more comfortable two steps in front or two steps behind. I can be a loyal friend, but at a distance. I’m okay if you don’t think like me or even share my ideas. There is right and wrong, these assholes are wrong and I’m right. All will be revealed in the end.
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Alone, all of us are alone? Just you and your thoughts. Loneliness is a state of mind, a condition.
It’s not self pity.
This is dead on.
true, but like all grief, the worst of it passes, and you learn to live with it
For in much wisdom is much grief: and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow. Ecc. 1:18
I get the feeling of friends and family every day here on the Platform That Burns.
I strongly relate to this. Sometimes during the last few years i have asked myself if i am the crazy man, and the panic people are sane. Thanks from rural Otaki, New Zealand.
Stand strong, The Lord will save us in due time!
I’m always shocked when i find my friends are completely brainwashed psychos. Roe v wade has truly brought out the crazy. fifty to 60 year old women i know going completely batshit…in new york state. Cmon. New york wont change its laws. I pointed out to one that I as a 56 year old male, she a 58 year old woman, have exactly the same odds of needing an abortion. Needless to say we are no longer friends.
Well, we’ll be empty nesters starting next month so, we’re feeling just a little alone now.
30 years ago, Kenny put out this instrumental.
I like to think he meant it to be played when two adult heteros; a male and a female
find themselves alone and slow dancin’,
with nobody or nothing to interrupt a few, or many hours of mutual passion together.
That’s love, Bebe. Maybe with some lingerie, candles, massage oils, a good buzz.
If you’re in the camp that only needs a few minutes of passion, well that’s just a quickie, Skippy.
And, reportedly, some round here regularly handle another kind of alone all by themselves.
…and a follow up, for similar purposes.
Please don’t defile TBP with Kenny G.
Deal. If you stop asking stupid questions or for people to explain shit to you because you’re too fucking lazy to do the research yourself.
What a great article. So many of us are isolating because we cannot deal with the morons anymore. People who will not look at facts and recognize reality are too far down the rabbit hole to be saved. Nothing you say or do will stop them from taking another jab or get them to face the reality that in a few months they will have nothing to eat. All you can do is save yourself and like-minded others. Form a network with others who are aware and help each other out.
Shadow-work, getting away from the distractions and doing some serious introspection, I feel that’s a big part of never ending process.
I don’t care anymore. Being correct is overrated. Let the mushheads have their opinions that change with whichever way the wind blows. I care about my family, and by family I mean those residing under my roof or formerly.
If others choose to embrace foolishness, media, and Socialism my goal is to distance my family from them as much as possible. Even if we share blood lineage.
You are not alone … in your cognitive dissonance … that “resolves” the psychological uneasiness with the comforting belief that “you are not alone.”
Even if there’s bound to be some other biochemically 100% unique solos out there who see things similarly to you, & even if you know some of them ~ to the extent it is possible to know another ~ you are still, alas, alone. Pass go, or don’t, but “choosing” the $200 palm-liquescence is always cogdis counterfeit baksheesh.
Easier to take the bribe than to mature into an adult able to handle (more of) reality & still operate. Not to say, again, that is a choice. Domesticated immaturity is just massively selected for, is all. The best do not rise to the top (what’s the relevant & true phrase from Glen Campbell’s Rhinestone Cowboy?).
As is well known, ‘building (not that any build themselves) a better mousetrap means not that the world will beat a path to your door’ – the dormouse said (feed your head, feed your head). Just don’t take that false compartmentaling too literally: a head in a jar ain’t what it is.
The myth of progress equally “boldly” speaks its doppelganger mirror: the myth of regress. A Few Good Men Nicholson’s mostly unhandled-able truth is … stasis. Or treadmill. Or gerbil wheel.
Dis•illusion is good, if you can handle it. Belief is for the tykes & tots that can’t handle it.
Whatever you are, you always were. Conception come out roll, those dice are cast. That’s it.
Hunter’s hands have a smidge of optimism dirt on them (“we shall all…”). Once he washed that cogdis away, as he was always fated-destined-bound to do, his clean hands may have further-penned “this won’t hurt a bit.” ::
We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely—at least, not all the time—but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness. ~ Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967
The strangest strangers in this strange land are those who are bio-wired to believe they aren’t strangers, for they are even strangers to themselves. Alien•nation…synonyms “tribe” … rhymes “bribe.”
***admin, the daily burnt bits are still strangers to my all alone inbox. Know anything about that?
Is this article intended to create a list?