I’m not sure if it’s because of the year we’ve had or just the day I’m currently having but I assure you, no other September 11th since that miserable day has had such an effect on my emotions or on my mind in general. I’ve been in tears most of the day. This stands out as unusual because typically this day comes and throughout the day I reflect on the events of that day and subsequent lies that followed, and before I know it, it’s the 12th. I think 9/11 was a primer redpill for a lot, if not most people who consider themselves awakened now. I personally was giving the grim truth of our reality very early in life and spent seasons digging in and then taking time to be a teen. I did this in repetition from around the age of 14 on. Sadly, I was awakened by being shown the lies behind the Clinton presidency, the white water scandal, and a certain untimely death. It all grew from there. By ‘99 i was in full woke mode and after the hoax of the time, y2k didn’t pop off, I took the next year and some change living life like a normal hedonistic American(me, me, me). Then one day I’m out at a job site building a blue stone patio and a coworker yells, “Guys, come listen!”. That was the moment. It felt different than just some random bad news. It was coupled with a sense of warfare that my generation had yet to experience. Everything changed with that radio broadcast.
You might think that due to already knowing that the government was as shady as a stand of oaks in the summertime I’d have been suspicious from the start. But, I wasn’t. I was fed the story. I ate it, and it would be over a year before I investigated the whole thing. I look back now as I’m writing and I feel as though it was because it was the season of my new birth that I focused so little on it. I had just had the experience of my life and everything was changing for me very rapidly. If you’ve received salvation at an adult age then you know what I mean. It completely consumes everything. Christ literally is all you can see, think, feel, and speak of. There’s very little room for much else.
After I was moved from the cradle to the “big boy bed” in my faith, my hunger for truth was amplified 1,000 times what it was before in the days of my teen years. So I started, once again, down the rabbit hole. I believe it was around the beginning of ‘03 when I was back on the truth rescue mission. Only now I was encountering my first experiences with cointelpro and gatekeeping. I graduated from 9/11 University with a Master’s in Mining and Informational Warfare. I have the documents! 😒I’ve never looked back.
9/11 is the lynchpin. It is the standard bearer. If someone refuses to acknowledge the facts surrounding that day(ALL OF THE FACTS), I automatically know where they are in their journey. I don’t think less or more of them. It simply lets me know where we stand as two individuals. For me, as I mentioned before, truth is truth. It doesn’t need a kickstand. I don’t argue or try to drag anyone kicking and screaming into a reality they aren’t mentally prepared to accept. Sure, there’s a sense of pity I guess. But not in a high-horse type of way, but more of a ‘weep for my countrymen’ type thing.
I feel for the families directly involved in the life-sized chess game that was 9/11. My heart has been breaking for them all day. I don’t know. Like I said, maybe it’s the year or perhaps just my already weird day. Maybe it’s both. Either way, my core cries for justice and judgement on the evil, Satan loving, Truth rejecting sewer rats who were behind it. Forever justice and judgement.
Seek truth, friends. No matter where it may lead, seek truth and boldly hold it above your head as a beacon that only those with eyes to see will see. Let the blind fall into their ditches. But, let us be ever illuminated by truth and the author of it. God bless and let’s remember the affected families in our prayers.