Letter to a friend
Updated: Dec 6, 2019
Do you ever feel like you are not a high enough priority, neither for the people you love, nor for the people you depend upon? Do you feel like they don't value what you do, and that they totally take it for granted?
Well, I do. It sucks, right?
There is a thin line, here. Are we just indulging in ridiculous self-pity, are we moaning just by habit and predilection - or is there a real problem here that we need to address?
I think the first thing to take into consideration is our own frame of mind. All of us in this revolution have been taken to the limit. It’s a real war, not some fun-and-games social media.
I fondly remember how nice it was to meet lovely girls in Fakebook, and how happy I was to use whatever writing skills I had to try and woo them.
It was actually a very interesting way of meeting women - far from the cliché that would suggest on-line connections to be necessarily shallow and false. Those were the days. I could make somebody happy just by sharing a song and some heartfelt words.
FAST FORWARD: The War.
It's maddening that around us the vast majority of people have NO IDEA of the ongoing planetary struggle for freedom. They sleepwalk in the Matrix, they don't even know how much they suffer, and are even less aware of the cause (Y) of these tribulations.
And we do.
To many of us, this makes the suffering way more acute. It's only in the thick of the battle that we feel complete. Many overdo it, and self-destroy - having to rebuild their online platforms from scratch dozens of times. Many fight in a way that brings less sensational attention, and they have a longer-lasting effect in this information war.
But regardless of the modus operandi, everyone of us that's a hardened warrior against the Cabal carry with us a sense of our self-worth that is very real, but that can easily transmutate into pride.
To begin with, the clueless sleepwalkers around us have, as far as they can see, reason to complain to us, because we stay too much online.
We feel like screaming: "WELL, MY DEAR, GEORGE FUCKING SOROS AND HIS MINIONS ARE NOT GONNA DESTROY THEMSELVES - I WILL HAVE TO GIVE THEM A HELPING HAND!"
Now, if we were engaged in the real, physical & military dimension of this war, every time we got home from the front, we'd be noticed, celebrated - at least by those closer to us. The fact that our daily toils go unnoticed and unappreciated by the people surrounding us is perceived as a constant slight.
So it is built upon this sense of unfulfilled entitlement that we start measuring the attention we get. And it hurts our pride.
While it's only human to be feeling like that, we soon have to rebound, and get back to task. "The devil's been busy in your backyard". I don't think child traffickers will stand by idly while we sort out our self-worth issues, right?
But you don't wanna rebound and be the person who "never expects anything from anyone, hence can never be disappointed".
I guess you just have to come to terms with the fact that our struggle will be largely ignored by many, and that we will have to deal with all this while undergoing heavy psychological pressure, and - therefore - displaying a poor judgment distinguishing what constitutes real disregard and what is just sleepwalker behavior on their part.
Once you awaken, there is really no going back to sleep - but you soon realize that it is not up to you to decide who will awaken next, or when.
"In the beginning of a change the patriot is a scarce man, and brave, and hated and scorned. When his cause succeeds, the timid join him, for then it costs nothing to be a patriot."
Rio de Janeiro, November 18th, 2019