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In the not too distant past, there were occasional spans of time where no one, including myself, seemed to care about what truly mattered in regard to our 'real' lives. We didn't need to, it was just a mutually understood concept of QResearcher or just anon law, or a community code, maybe. It wasn't obvious that any of us judged each other for how we lived. It was looked at in pretty straight-forward way - as long as we showed up and stayed connected to the board, you were here to witness a Q drop, or do things that ultimately, help. It didn't become a regular point of scrutiny for others to pick at. We found a way to get there every NIGHTSHIFT, DAYSHIFT, MORNING, GRAVEYARD… Anons are here as a voluntary duty. There is no rollcall, or a truancy officer, nor is there a manager to call you on the phone or to come by your place and snoop in on your lack of participation, and get "fired." It's something that was/is/and always will be done, forever, kek all on your own. Nobody tells (Us) what to do; only we do. From the golden days of post-2016 elections, around October 20th, 2017… and all the way up to this very second, right here and now; anonymous users of the internet, from all around the world, have been giving themselves up [physically] and ]digitally[ directly into this movement, down to the bare-bones; in order to always keep all of 'it' moving. No matter what, we continue to hold that line.
When we were de-platformed, did you feel a sense of loss? As if something was truly missing from your daily life? Something that gave you that feeling of belonging? A belonging to something so much bigger than just ourselves alone, individually. For once, we felt as one with the whole, jailbreaking & delimiting our collective potential. At first it was intimidating. still is, probably always will be As the nights & days went chugging along, it became a routine, and it was creating a groove in our lives, especially my own. There were mornings, and late afternoons, where the magic of being part of this moment almost felt like, a real, actual, job. A legitimate occupation where people noticed us, devoting our minds, bodies, and hearts to it. How could they not recall at least one memory where we were completely enthralled by what we were doing in front of our screens. Who knows, they may have even been a little shocked, maybe even… impressed? Well, we know the value of what our combined efforts here, on this living entity of an infini-board. Well guess what? Some of us here may not remember but; they took it away, for a stint, and us anons felt the void generated and left behind for us to adapt to.
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