I spoke about the war today—On a podcast! I do not feel fear, but I feel uncertainty for what the future holds. Not only for myself but for the inter-personal relationships that I have with my friends that are veterans and soldiers. Now that I take a moment to breathe, I realize that the emotion that I am experiencing more than the others is—relief. Because what I said today absolutely needed to be said. And I see now that I was not just saying it for myself—But for us all. It has been more than 20 years since the start of these wars. Twenty years of silence. Twenty years of us biting our tongues. Twenty years of Non-Disclosure Agreements.
Enough is enough. A wise man once said that “The truth will set you free.” And every single cell in my body can confirm that this is true. I hope that Afghanistan charges me with war crimes—Under Sharia Law. I hope I have the opportunity to kiss my wife and daughter goodbye—Perhaps to never see them again. Because the Afghans are a warrior class. And under Sharia Law the family of Abdul Wali have the power to kill me—Or set me free. I believe they would set me free. Because these words—This pen; these blogs—which you are now a part of—hold massive potential and power. Because it is the pen that is mightier than the sword. Because love trumps hate. Because water carves rock.
Soft—overcomes hard. My wife showed me that. When she picked me up off the floor of the Veterans Administration hospital. As a broken man. With a broken heart. With a broken body. With a broken mind. With a broken spirit. Like a wild animal that was captured and beaten into submission. And then, after many years in captivity—under the protection of night—a little fairy from the heart of a deep and vast forest, came and rescued my body. She opened the very locked door with an elvish master-key, and out of her little pocked she produced a potion; a potion that gave me enough energy to run to shelter—To safety.
And then she made love to me. Night after night. Until little by little my broken spirit forged it’s broken bones back together. And then once I had the strength to walk she told me to run. She opened the door, and told me that I must go back out into the world again. As I hesitated, she asserted herself. Demonstrating to me once again why I trust her so. Because her intuition is a direct manifestation of the Divine Feminine. The same energy that created this world. That gave birth to you and I. And then showered us with unconditional love before releasing us into the world. She knew that I might not come back—But she freed me anyway. Because she understands that love is something you give away—Not take and hold.
So I left. And I walked the range of the entire earth. In physical form and in spirit. I walked to the edge of the world. And when I arrived to the face of the cliff—I looked out deeply into the abyss. And exactly as Nietzsche called it—the abyss stared right back into my soul. And in that moment, I missed her, and decided to go home. I have been here ever since. And although sometimes I get itchy-feet, she respects my yearn to wander—To walkabout the earth more than I already have. In the same way that my ancestors did. And she waits for me. And patiently takes good care of our daughter. While I go out again and again—Searching for the wolf that killed me as a child.
I know where he lives. But you cannot get to him, you see? He lives in a castle with a thick moat around it. And he has many thousands of soldiers. But I sense that he understands that his time is coming—That his days at the very peak of humanity’s social-dominance hierarchy—Are growing smaller in number every day. Which is exactly why he makes a power-grab as we speak. The incoming Central Bank Digital Currency is like a cherry on top of his total control over the worldwide monetary structure ice cream sundae. Which is why he drips us into war yet again. Because you stick with what works—And thus far their system is flawless.
But you see humanity changing fast—If you zoom out far back enough—Racism. Classism. Divide. These ideas are fast growing out of fashion. Yes, they control the money. All of it. But humanity as a collective is slowly waking up from her dream. And once we hit the Hundredth Monkey Effect? It will happen overnight. So we must be calm. Yet prepared. For a day will come when we must make many important decisions in a very short time. We will have to choose between the word of people that we personally know, and the word of the only society that we have ever known. My only advice is think with your heart—Not your mind. Go with proof—What you can see, hear, smell, taste, and touch. Because everything else is just Black Magic.
