Godspeed, my friend. Go celebrate life.
Hello, my friend.
Do I pour out my heart or do I stay silent? Do I participate or do I stay scared? I seek balance.
I guess I called myself MatrixAnon at first. You can see my have a spiritual kick to the head. Or course, I learn one thing and think I've got it all figured out, right? And while it's embarrassing sometimes to think about, I'm here now, so what does that matter?
Then I'm LightningAnon. And I grounded myself. Because I'm literal Autist when being spoken to.
Then Anon. Because below 40k matters to get above 40k.
Now, I don't know what I am Anon. More than I am currently, that's for sure.
I have followed you everywhere I perceive you. And I began to think that it was dangerous to be led about so easily. Especially with the revelations we've seen. So I've been bucking it. However, I see wisdom everywhere in these posts.
I see echos of my thoughts in others thoughts. I see my feelings in others feelings. And I begin to wonder if it's that necessary to share my story. I wildly swing from feeling useful to feeling like I've screwed something up.
Delicious Feces Bread. Remember? It always feels like there's something going on here that I'm just not picking up on. Something more.
Logan's statement the other day about Rules of Nature and the dangers of a wounded bear/bear cub was very, very attention getting. I couldn't tell if I had stepped wrong, or something far larger was occurring.
I am being pulled this way and that and my duty and desire are conflicting in ways I never thought possible. But my desire will help fulfill my duty in the long run.
"Death is light as a feather. Duty heavier than a mountain."
Has my head been filled with nonsense of noble samurai and Louis L'Amour westerns? I am old and broken down. Do I whine about how bad I've had it when we talk about pedo death cults? There's a roof over my head. I have clothes, food, water, shelter, access to a computer.
I'm here because there has to be something better. I believed it so desperately and strongly, the universe decided it was time to show me. Because despite all my whining and appearances, I never give up.
I'd love to AvatarFag, because it's easier to hold this sort of conversation, but I don't know what I'd even go by.
This place is so confusing, not in a bad way, just hard to follow and "IRL" I'm so distracted by things outside my control that I'm being tossed every which way. The more you learn, the more is uncovered. I get that.
I'm a bit of a fool. A fool who persists in their folly becomes wise. Or they should, if they want to keep going. So I'm trying.
(As an aside. New Q drops point to [P] The dig here was pointed to, I think it will be of some use.)
Heya Mordo. You've been killing it with these finds. I wish I had more time to focus on this stuff. Temporal distractions are driving me very near insanity at times.
I get worried about the endgame too. Under 40k gets so mundane. Like they're afraid to believe in the fantastic. Then again, shouldn't I be happy that I was able to participate in this? That alone should be enough, right? Always hoping. Always wanting more. It has to be done slowly. I'm probably a good test case for how fast it can be absorbed. Been near the tip of a lot of these policies. (Drs. bullies, drugs, alcoholism, bankruptcy, diseases, surgeries, etc.) Oh, and I JUST found out I was autistic though my own research. So I'm not even "official" but once it was poointed out to me how badly I've been misdiagnosed, and in retrospect how ****ing obvious it is, it hit me like a thunderbolt.
/end wallO'text.
Thank you!
I believe the coincidences are mathematically impossible to ignore at this point.
I have a Father missing sight in one eye.
I am vain about my Hair.
I am drawn to the Storm and Lighting. I will walk out in a lightning storm with respect but no fear.
I am drawn to the Celtic/Norse style of things and am descended of that line.
I am drawn to elves and dwarves.
I have a staff, a hammer, and "iron" gloves that are treasured protections and are used as totems.
My family is protected by a wolf.
I see Thot, my Best Friend, three-eyed raven.
Where is Memory? Am I still being good old dense, Thor?
Thot.
Memory.
TH
OR
THOR.
HELLO.
I am a Thor. Thunder signals the arrival of lightning. We are the storm.
I truly appreciate that.
>Some of us choose to be here for other reasons than enlightenment. I have my job, it was a >choice I made. I just do the best I can to pass along relevant items as necessary.
Sorry about that. You write that, and there I am, doing exactly what you complain about. I am VERY interested in how to crack this.
>HumbleScribe, I know you're brilliant in this space. Can you give us a hint as to whether this >is worth digging further or not? Or a bit more behind the reason you posted it?
You really are. This is all very well done and worth looking at.