My own black pill around this latest administration lasted about 5 months, from January 2018 to May 2018 (keeping in mind that I didn't vote for either main candidate). I wept through the first 3 months dredging through the kid thing,
and then super deep dove into utter proofs of proofs, and by mid-May that year was finally pulling out of that horrible kamikaze dive into the depths of the oblivion of spiritual abyss.
Since I've been openly depression blogging since 2014 and experimenting with it since 2013, hinting at it since 2011 from a mostly private blog and sticking a toe out on a public one, and pretending it was something else since 2007, I am very familiar with the black pill process. I've gone through it repeatedly, and I don't even try to hide it most of the time. Basic black pill is like walking around in a thick fog of extreme disappointment that nothing can pull you out of, and I spent years dealing with bouts of black pill via sarcasm, mockery, ugly truth bombs, lengthy diatribes, and so forth. I heavily struggled with how bad my attitude was for years, to the point of loathing my own blogs, which I mostly kept private. Once I saw how ugly I could be and how much time I was putting into being ugly, I realized I was creating ugliness. I had become that black pill. Pulling out of that into open blogging took about two hard years of strict self monitoring and assessing, with a full mission statement in 2013, which remains private.
Seeing black pilling happen among anons, Trumpers, and Q fans is almost fun, as people-watching sports go. It's predictable, and really does sort the wheat from the tares. It's not fun, though, when someone close to you is going through it, and, despite my wealth of experience with it, I feel like last night was a big fail on my part.
Black pilling is also known as 'dark night of the soul', where deep introspection is about the only way forward once 'truth' hits and knocks a person out of their little sky like a BB in a sparrow. If truth doesn't fit the reality construction a person lives in, their 'safe zone' of 'facts', as it were, either there is auto deflect back into safe zone and utter rejection of truth, or there is massive disillusionment at rapid speed and nothing to grab onto during freefall into that life gutter where everything seems miserably black, and it only makes sense in that state to accept that all is lost and there is no hope. The long, dark night of the soul is that in-between period between the fall and the rising back up.
That is the point where soul searching kicks in for some people. Some of us absolutely cannot accept that all is lost, and we find that red line inside of us that defines what we will and won't accept as reality on this earth. And if that reality is horribly real, we do something about it. And that is what the Great Awakening is all about. We are a collection of people no longer in slumber who draw lines around what is no longer acceptable. The truth, as it were, isn't something we found 'out there' or made up. The truth is the reality that humans harm other humans for pleasure and profit, and that we are powerful enough to make that stop, so why haven't we???
Until a person wraps their mind around the heartbreaking fact that there are humans on this planet who will go to any extreme to steal, farm, own, use, sell, and throw away other people like commodities, nothing else in world politics makes sense. Realizing that the network of complicity is so deeply entrenched in every society around the world that we are all swimming in it all around us is so overwhelming that most people feel very sick once that gets past the cracks in their defensive 'truth/fact' mind fort, and many go to extraordinary lengths dismissing it as untrue, probably more as a mental health safety mechanism than anything. Once a truth that big is accepted as truth, all the constructed realities fall apart and the world is forever changed through now-opened eyes.
Opinionating about politics without knowing the root cause behind politics is like trying to follow a recipe with a chunk torn out of it or instruction booklet with pages missing. Opinions are fine, we all have them, but until you learn and accept the truth behind it all, you simply don't know what you are talking about. You can't explain it all away with pieces missing from the real history of politics.
Once upon a time, someone discovered that drinking another person's blood or eating their brain or liver or heart after a struggle was like taking a very intoxicating drug. That got shared around some groups and cannibalism was born as a lifestyle. Conquerors eating their conquered is historical fact. So is eating babies and even fetuses, which you can see in modern photos from several countries. Ground up human is available in pill form and sold as life boosting, and tonics are created from 'young blood' to assist healing and anti-aging. These are all real and verifiable.
What the public is resisting waking up to is the fact that children are expendable product hosts, easily farmed and processed (for sauce example, look up John of God), easily afflicted into producing blood full of that intoxicating drug. What the public is resisting is the idea that lifestyles and programs all around us are set up to support 'the child' in such a way that missing children are easily funneled through these cover systems. We're talking about millions and millions of missing children all over the world over our lifetimes. Let that sink in. Millions and millions. And those are just the documented missing.
Some of the auto-deflecting back into the pre-constructed reality (fondly known as the Matrix) shows up as lengthy 'fact checking' articles that rapidly settle many minds back into safe zones. Comfort zones. No questioning, that is too alarming. Just block it all out with the thought that it can't be possible.
The problem with that is we have so many people who have survived ritual abuse and witnessed child murders for blood harvesting that whole conspiracy explanations have been detailed around silencing that back up, with hashtags like #metoo sideswiping original movements, algorithms burying proof under mountains of 'fact checking', and hours of brainwashing attention away that we can literally be right next to a person talking about it and flick an off switch in our brains, like it's just not real. It's very real for ritual abuse survivors with PTSD and dissociative depression issues, but the person next to them is so desensitized with programming muffling what can't possibly be true that it's almost like no one is talking.
I've mentioned before in other places that I've met a ritual abuse survivor who was too scarred up to even have normal sex, and that my own child was trafficked behind my back by her father when she was a toddler. My reality was split long ago. I've lived with jagged edges not matching, awkward reality overlays that didn't make sense, chasms between me and the people next to me. Imagine how it feels to be told by 'fact checkers' that the reality you know doesn't exist, and then you watch people scoff it off and even make crude jokes about it.
It sucks.
Then there are the people who can't accept something bad happened in their own lives, and they wall it off so hard that everything must be auto deflected or a super bad midlife crisis looms over and punches them in the gut. They could be awake to their own histories, but they sleep out of self protection. Sadly, that turns into mocking others who are awake.
Being black pilled isn't the end of the world. Black pill is often the beginning of the inner quest for one's truth, which in turn is the truth of the world. We might not be able to see the world truth until we find our inner truth.
I'm about to switch gears into research.
I don't know why, but I've been triggered a few times this year to go look up Don Juan. Well, that might seem obvious...
Yeah, those two have been on my mind. Pretty sure no one went back in time to defame them with a story, but still, I kept wondering why I felt triggered to check it out.
So I finally did look up Don Juan, went straight to wikipedia, and I found out this play goes way back to around 1630. I oftentimes go on free association binges that somehow turn up loads of useful information, and this is no exception.
"Don Juan (Spanish pronounced [doŋˈxwan]), also known as Don Giovanni (Italian), is a legendary, fictional libertine. Famous versions of the story include a 17th-century play, El burlador de Sevilla y convidado de piedra (The Trickster of Seville and the Stone Guest) by Tirso de Molina, and an 1787 opera, Don Giovanni, with music by Mozart and a libretto by Lorenzo da Ponte."
"Mozart's opera Don Giovanni has been called "the opera of all operas".[5] First performed in Prague in 1787, it inspired works by E. T. A. Hoffmann, Alexander Pushkin, Søren Kierkegaard, George Bernard Shaw and Albert Camus. The critic Charles Rosen analyzes the appeal of Mozart's opera in terms of "the seductive physical power" of a music linked with libertinism, political fervor, and incipient Romanticism.[6]"
So... Libertine Romanticism?
Guys, that was politics.
Looking back helps us see the way forward. Sexual license and brutalizing others for pleasure and profit is a part of our long, dark, sordid history behind the scenes. What scenes? Well, how about our churches telling us to strictly behave while our politicians behave like monsters behind their closed doors. And lately, the Pope being arrested is all over rumors, and we know for a fact that hundreds of priests have either stepped down or been admonished over sexual license with children.
It's always happening somewhere else, isn't it? If we were to start listening to the voices all around us talking about the rituals they survived, we'd know it's just everywhere. Honestly, where do you guys think the idea of Blass Mass even comes from? Ever wonder why it's tied to so much fiction in our entertainment?
Moving on with my free associating.
I get Don Juan and Don Quixote mixed up.
"The plot revolves around the adventures of a noble (hidalgo) from La Mancha named Alonso Quixano, who reads so many chivalric romances that he loses his mind and decides to become a knight-errant (caballero andante) to revive chivalry and serve his nation, under the name Don Quixote de la Mancha. He recruits a simple farmer, Sancho Panza, as his squire, who often employs a unique, earthy wit in dealing with Don Quixote's rhetorical monologues on knighthood, already considered old-fashioned at the time. Don Quixote, in the first part of the book, does not see the world for what it is and prefers to imagine that he is living out a knightly story.The book had a major influence on the literary community, as evidenced by direct references in Alexandre Dumas' The Three Musketeers (1844), Mark Twain's Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (1884), and Edmond Rostand's Cyrano de Bergerac (1897), as well as the word quixotic and the epithet Lothario; the latter refers to a character in "El curioso impertinente" ("The Impertinently Curious Man"), an intercalated story that appears in Part One, chapters 33–35. The 19th-century German philosopher Arthur Schopenhauer cited Don Quixote as one of the four greatest novels ever written.[7]When first published, Don Quixote was usually interpreted as a comic novel. After the French Revolution, it was better known for its central ethic that individuals can be right while society is quite wrong and seen as disenchanting. In the 19th century, it was seen as a social commentary, but no one could easily tell "whose side Cervantes was on". Many critics came to view the work as a tragedy in which Don Quixote's idealism and nobility are viewed by the post-chivalric world as insane, and are defeated and rendered useless by common reality. By the 20th century, the novel had come to occupy a canonical space as one of the foundations of modern literature.Considered "the best literary work ever written", it topped the list of the best literary works in history, which was established with the votes of one hundred great authors of 54 nationalities at the request of the Norwegian Book Club in 2002; thus, it was the only exception in the strict alphabetical order that had been arranged."
Hang on, cookie break.
Ok, I'm back.
Once upon a time, we were all living within a story within a story within a story, and it was so hard to tell what was real or not that we all went to sleep pretending it was just one story.
We read books and watched films and kept putting more stories into our heads, little realizing our own script had been written long ago by those who controlled all information- newspapers, textbooks, decades of experimental philosophies and logic debates played out on the populace like chess games, and especially comic books.
We did everything we were told. We went to school. We got jobs. We purchased and rented. We paid bills. We upgraded to credit. We fell into debt. We became trapped, frozen into place by our inabilities to pay. We grew cynical. We dug ourselves into justification trenches and modeled good citizenry. We scowled judgment over our papers at those not doing it right...
Once upon a time we watched a film about a man who was raised on camera, his whole world around him modeled to become a giant ad for a mesmerized audience. The audience was watched by another audience who thought they were real but didn't realize they were just another layer in a world so layered up with stories that no one could tell what the real, original story actually was.
Some of the people started 'deep diving' into the history of stories, trying to find out how it all really began. As the compulsion to join this hobby spread around the world, non researchers fell prey to the sutble abolition of the scientific method. Logic was slyly replaced with opinionating. Over a few short years, the people became divided between searching for truth vs defending the truth. What was truth? It was anything uttered or printed by sanctioned 'outlets' that controlled information.
The truth is that you personally have interacted with rapists and cannibals, not just once or twice in your lifetime, but more likely at least weekly, depending on our social sphere through work and extended acquaintances.
It all boils down to that.
Now. What do you want to do about that?
Because ignoring it hasn't been solving the problem.
And politics is a big, fat lie designed to cover up that problem. Why?
Now go read this executive order.
So... Hunter Biden's laptop is full of sex vids with kids. He is under investigation for espionage and treason regarding China and more. This is the son of the guy many of you think is about to be inaugurated. Some of us have seen hard evidence that Joe is not only complicit, but an actual crime boss in these matters. It's not hard to find, despite technocratic attempts to make it all stop so you can't find it.
Here's the question- Do you WANT a man in office whose son raped children?
Here's my own thought question- Does defending this make YOU complicit in covering up crimes against children?
Wake up, guys. If we tolerate religions run by leaders raping children, something is very wrong. Softening reality up into magic and happy endings doesn't change the reality we have been living in. We've been asleep far too long.
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