A complicated paradigm you ask some of us to enter/trespass, at consequences I understand, but you appear not to ...
Man ...
You have experienced privileges of nurture, luxuries of resources, an environment of time & the blessing of 34yrs with that one person that thumped your chest imprinting timeless eidetic revisitation of the minutia & is truly the fountain of unyielding inspiration & anchorage yet you're doing a runner coz it's ruff, things didn't work out as you hoped & you want to throw a tantrum lol.
You have walked yourself to the Abyss my friend ... you either are reading this now or Time is witnessing your footprints erased by the tides of Infinty's rhythmic exhalation & that sentence itself becomes pure wank if you have already bounced.
But, I suspect that you are still here just now on a different timeline.
I implore that you stand down.
I hope you're reading this so I state clearly: Fuck that, the yield - the quit, stand down right this moment, pause ...
Life is hard, but only the pussies harden or quit, fullstop.
You don't appear a pussy, man I truly hope you are reading this.
You are obviously at the abyss so Pause at the Abyss, marvel at the grandeur of the human condition, the tribulation & the full measure of your gifted soul's path and now ... make, good, fucking, choices, just inhale slowly, & walk yourself gently back from the edge, one step at a time.
Pause again, drink the view in, etch it into your soul never to return but map it, so you can travel it anytime to assist, all.
You have roared. You have allowed your spirit to flare & have demanded recognition of sovereignty. What's happened, how does this help the unseeable horizon, your race, culture, history's qualifier. Yep, the probabilities are beyond pessimistic & everyone's in lala land or has no flare or has yielded but it's not yet absolute, not yet impossible.
If you quit now, simply, you empower your adversaries & you become the ammunition for the agenda to empower others' lament on their hopelessness's, you force multiply what took you down & *apparently you were one of the strong ones. (lol)
Shit choice man, it's the choice of a pussy lol
Pause at this abyss.
Mourn this indulgent moment without any shame because yes it has been indulgent & that is OK but retreat now & recoup in the truths of your life & love & that is why I choose this posting to communicate to.
You love your poisoned chalice simplifications. Illustrations from the imposed maze from those that wish to subjugate & enslave what games are you playing? What do you wish to cryptically communicate? Or are you handicapped now, merely exhibiting the handcuffs you refuse to remove?
So to you; Kurt Russell in Backdraft, 'you go we go' moment, that ain't quitting, it's a good death but sometimes we don't get the good death ... if we are real, we actually lose choice. That scene to me is profound, it programmed me, it was a seed. As a young man, I led & bled, taught & shared, cried & tried seeking the redemption it promised till I transcended the boy to a man, our word is the only bond we have, so re-commit to your wife & daughter the 'bonds' of your love ... be Mel Gibson on the field last boots off, fullstop, wind your spirit down when you shepherd your wife & daughter through their passings as a sentinel to their best innings of the human experience, no matter what, no short cuts, fullstop.
.
You force simple cheese man ha there is no quit in our germline, so harden the fuck up right now ... weep, rest, love, escape, indulge, love more & then play the cards you're dealt, move on, start again with a new plan, you seriously have more than any ally reading your musings.
If your destiny is the intolerant yet patient old man waiting for that one imperfect question from a community seeking advanced literacy, so be it, you're not isolated & you're not a lone but start being a team player, have a conversation with your mate Neal (& others) after the retreat to the bonds of your love.
I care not for the appearance of this communication, life is clumsy, messy & imperfect, 'esse quam videri' ...
The lover is the fighter, retreat to your love, heal yourself, come back again with a new plan that doesn't desert your bonds as a husband, father &son.
Love of race, love of culture, love of truth, love of wife, love of family, love of daughter, love of food, love of nature man you force cliche but the fuel ain't expensive for the warrior, its pretty sustainable lol.
Do you ignore this question, these strong, decent young men navigating extreme complexity with reason, confidence & respect? Do you have the patience to be gentle with the answers? (second link in post).
It's all choices, I make mine & I choose to be condemned in the fool's errand of imploring your retreat to the privileges I & many of 'yours' have never had.
Best wishes - Tempus omnia revelat - May the Lord grant peace to your soul this day & always ...
https://communista.substack.com/p/a-fiddler-on-the-roof-eats-a-hot
Veridical Paradox ...
20 mins ago
A complicated paradigm you ask some of us to enter/trespass, at consequences I understand, but you appear not to ...
Man ...
You have experienced privileges of nurture, luxuries of resources, an environment of time & the blessing of 34yrs with that one person that thumped your chest imprinting timeless eidetic revisitation of the minutia & is truly the fountain of unyielding inspiration & anchorage yet you're doing a runner coz it's ruff, things didn't work out as you hoped & you want to throw a tantrum lol.
You have walked yourself to the Abyss my friend ... you either are reading this now or Time is witnessing your footprints erased by the tides of Infinty's rhythmic exhalation & that sentence itself becomes pure wank if you have already bounced.
But, I suspect that you are still here just now on a different timeline.
I implore that you stand down.
I hope you're reading this so I state clearly: Fuck that, the yield - the quit, stand down right this moment, pause ...
Life is hard, but only the pussies harden or quit, fullstop.
You don't appear a pussy, man I truly hope you are reading this.
You are obviously at the abyss so Pause at the Abyss, marvel at the grandeur of the human condition, the tribulation & the full measure of your gifted soul's path and now ... make, good, fucking, choices, just inhale slowly, & walk yourself gently back from the edge, one step at a time.
Pause again, drink the view in, etch it into your soul never to return but map it, so you can travel it anytime to assist, all.
You have roared. You have allowed your spirit to flare & have demanded recognition of sovereignty. What's happened, how does this help the unseeable horizon, your race, culture, history's qualifier. Yep, the probabilities are beyond pessimistic & everyone's in lala land or has no flare or has yielded but it's not yet absolute, not yet impossible.
If you quit now, simply, you empower your adversaries & you become the ammunition for the agenda to empower others' lament on their hopelessness's, you force multiply what took you down & *apparently you were one of the strong ones. (lol)
Shit choice man, it's the choice of a pussy lol
Pause at this abyss.
Mourn this indulgent moment without any shame because yes it has been indulgent & that is OK but retreat now & recoup in the truths of your life & love & that is why I choose this posting to communicate to.
You love your poisoned chalice simplifications. Illustrations from the imposed maze from those that wish to subjugate & enslave what games are you playing? What do you wish to cryptically communicate? Or are you handicapped now, merely exhibiting the handcuffs you refuse to remove?
So to you; Kurt Russell in Backdraft, 'you go we go' moment, that ain't quitting, it's a good death but sometimes we don't get the good death ... if we are real, we actually lose choice. That scene to me is profound, it programmed me, it was a seed. As a young man, I led & bled, taught & shared, cried & tried seeking the redemption it promised till I transcended the boy to a man, our word is the only bond we have, so re-commit to your wife & daughter the 'bonds' of your love ... be Mel Gibson on the field last boots off, fullstop, wind your spirit down when you shepherd your wife & daughter through their passings as a sentinel to their best innings of the human experience, no matter what, no short cuts, fullstop.
.
You force simple cheese man ha there is no quit in our germline, so harden the fuck up right now ... weep, rest, love, escape, indulge, love more & then play the cards you're dealt, move on, start again with a new plan, you seriously have more than any ally reading your musings.
If your destiny is the intolerant yet patient old man waiting for that one imperfect question from a community seeking advanced literacy, so be it, you're not isolated & you're not a lone but start being a team player, have a conversation with your mate Neal (& others) after the retreat to the bonds of your love.
I care not for the appearance of this communication, life is clumsy, messy & imperfect, 'esse quam videri' ...
The lover is the fighter, retreat to your love, heal yourself, come back again with a new plan that doesn't desert your bonds as a husband, father &son.
Love of race, love of culture, love of truth, love of wife, love of family, love of daughter, love of food, love of nature man you force cliche but the fuel ain't expensive for the warrior, its pretty sustainable lol.
Do you ignore this question, these strong, decent young men navigating extreme complexity with reason, confidence & respect? Do you have the patience to be gentle with the answers? (second link in post).
<https://periheliuslux.substack.com/p/survive-the-jive>
It's all choices, I make mine & I choose to be condemned in the fool's errand of imploring your retreat to the privileges I & many of 'yours' have never had.
Best wishes - Tempus omnia revelat - May the Lord grant peace to your soul this day & always ...
Sincerely ...