I'm going to drag out (again!) our tried and true Concernfag lecture. Take a deep breath, read it, regain your bearings and TRUST THE DAMN PLAN.

BEWARE OF THE GRAVEYARD SPIRAL!

As I've watched the various sincere anons temporarily move into concernfag territory - and I'm not convinced even the toughest among us is immune as things continue to go hotter - it got me to thinking about the pilot flying through a storm and the spatial disorientation that can affect even the most seasoned. Spatial disorientation or "Spatial-D" is the inability to determine one's position, location, and motion relative to their environment. This most commonly occurs after a reference point (e.g., the horizon) has been lost. Spatial-D' by aviators occurs when aircrew's sensory interpretation of their position or motion conflicts with reality. Spatial D can also affect instrument-rated pilots in certain conditions. A powerful tumbling sensation can be set up if the pilot moves his or her head too much during instrument flight. This is called the Coriolis illusion. If the pilot is not proficient in the use of gyroscopic flight instruments, these errors will build up to a point that control of the aircraft is lost, usually in a steep, diving turn known as a graveyard spiral.

Borrowing this phenomenon as an analogy, Anons entering the "storm" can experience something similar. For three-and-one-half years, we've been in training, gliding along, learning to fly with Q as our point of reference or horizon and a cleansed nation ruled by We The People as our destination. Along the way, we've learned the instruments we will need for when we can't see our horizon - the drops and the playing out of "future proves past" Q-proofs (our gyroscopic flight instruments).

So here we are - we've entered the expected storm and it's a doozy. We're flying through thick clouds and severe weather and our point of reference (Q) is obscured. It's rough. It's bumpy. It's loud. We're beat up but we're still flying. We're being hit with a dizzying array of sensory input. Pandemic! Riots! Loss of rights. Fires! Earthquakes! Missiles! Censorship! Coup! It goes on. It's all happening so fast, if we're not careful our heads can swivel rapidly from OMG to OMG (instead of focusing on the gyroscope) and we can become disoriented, feeling like we are in a nosedive to disaster and we must change courses. But our training has taught us us well that we can't trust our senses. Our instruments - the continuing Q-proofs playing out almost hourly - consistently tell us we are exactly on course with our flight plan. Though it might not feel or look like it, we are still in control. What we have been preparing for is finally happening! Clear skies are ahead. We're almost there. Stay the course, Anons. We'll soon be kissing the ground of the Land of the FREE and the Home of the BRAVE.

WWG1WGA!!