A Personal Revaluation of All Values
Reflecting on dangerous personal stories of compliance to bridge the communication divide.
One thing I’ve caught myself saying a few times, including to Martin Geddes, whose literary leadership I have great admiration and appreciation for — is that this is a very awkward time to lead. And while it is true, it is also an excuse — and excuses never smell good.
So here I am, seeking to bridge a rather wide communication gap — hoping that dancing around our shared experience in an authentic way can progress towards that goal. And I figured opening up about some of my experience the past few years might help.
In many ways, we do not all live in the same mental universe as the other warm bodies that surround us. In my naïveté of the reality of our situation in early 2020, I reacted rather sharply on a number of occasions in literal shock at the sheer chasm that existed in the operating consciousness of my fellow ‘humans’. It was horrific to me how many people just ‘went with the program’.
It still is — but I’m learning to see opportunity in the horror. And of course, it’s not only horror. The Show producers have also included a good bit of comedy to aid in absorbing the shocking brutality of our reality. I am definitely eager for this show to be over, but learning slowly to be at peace with what is.
Reading from the open hearted and razor sharpe intellect of Martin Geddes has been one area of therapeutic respite for myself and others who drink his words — especially in the face of the rather extreme censorship campaign that has thrust itself upon him. As previously suggested in our 11:11 for Change NFT series to Make Censorship History — I see the censorship as a Badge of Honor — the title of the #01/11 in this ultra-limited series. The attempted murder of Martin’s book, Open Your Mind to Change: A Guidebook to the Great Awakening — by the bad guys at Big Tech, Big Gov, and the rest of SAMO© corp, left bloodstains on me. I was on the cover, after all ; ) It gave me a sense of legitimately being on the battle field in this covert information war — which was important to me. It was even more real when Robert David Steele ‘died of Covid’. I think a lot of us don’t know what to say about that one (Rest in peace, RDS!🙏). I had brandished his name across the top of the cover of Martin’s censored book, for having written the wonderful forward.
As well, my artwork done in direct service to Robert F. Kennedy Jr at Children’s Health Defense, Censored off Instagram was another badge of battle certification, but another lost paycheck.
Primed in 2019
Watching a rising tyranny and going about business as usual just doesn’t compute for me. I was already more than warmed up in my campaign and angst against two of the three forms of people — parasites and bots, (which I wrote about here) — after being betrayed by a parasitic duo at my Thor Technologies startup, which crashed in Feb 2019. I didn’t want to just go get another job in March 2019 — I wanted to deliver justice and better the world. And I definitely aspired to wiping the bland, robotic smirk off Mark Zuckerburglar’s pale face for having data-raped our whole generation and beyond. And this was before the censorship was totally overt, as it would become in 2020. It didn’t feel like enough people were taking strides to improve our situation. I began to feel more and more like some kind of quantum algorithm here to contribute to breaking apart the false matrix. I even had the birth-date to prove it ; )
In August 2019, more gas was poured on my emotional fire when I started getting wind of what my ‘best mans’ wife had done to him the past 8 months, and was still doing. She was in the act of leading a deceitful and slanderous campaign against the man who had been my best man, and I his. She was publicly accusing him of being ‘verbally abusive’, and had succeeded in getting a restrainer order against him, using her father’s position of authority in their church to ostracize him from the community, and to remove him from the home in the Santa Cruz mountains the he had spent years personally remodeling. This, it would turn out, was her putrid act to cover up and further her own adulterous affair with the youth pastors WIFE in that house. I knew my friend was not capable of abusing anyone — he is literally the nicest guy. It was a perfect storm of low-lifers that had omitted all forms of personal accountability to speaking truth, and betrayed their brother, son-in law, and my friend. How did this happen? Their opinion leader — an elder at their church, simply told them what to think and do. And they all complied.
I did what I could in non-violent, non-compliant protest of such ridiculous loser nonsense, in defense of my friend. Without being able to get a hold of Rod Oddswarts directly, the false church authority and deceitful father of my friends now X wife — I used facebook to let people know I was on the hunt to speak with Rod. with no response from him, I then wrote two inspired works of “unabstracted fictional realism”, inspired by Rod and the other compliant deceivers at the Campbell Church of Christ who had thrown my ‘best man’ under the bus, sinking him into a legal battle for the rights to see his own children after being kicked out of his own home. Both of these articles have been censored off Medium — I assume because it hit too close to home for the folks who inspired the stories, who I assume filed their complaints to censor my creative storytelling. Another censorship badge for me ; ) The first letter is up on Steemit here, if this particular story is of interest to you.
Following my letters, Rod Oddwarts was so threatened by my creative non-compliance, he sought to get a restraining order on ME! It seems the mere suggestion of a meetup at the church in which I would preside over an apology was enough to warrant greater ‘security’ at the church. I was a solid 5 hour drive away, so showing up was not a convenience for me, and I couldn’t get Rod to show up on a call, let alone a meeting. I was told for weeks on end there were armed guards at the Sunday services following my suggestion for reconciliation and an apology to my friend. Rod went to the extend to hire a private detective seeking to serve me papers to initiate a restraining order against me. But the detective never found me — though I did have a few brief phone conversations with him. He was another person ‘just doing his job’ in a Matrix where bad guys with money tell people what to do, and compliant people obey. But in this instance, I was protected — I had already sold my home and become a hard-to-find person without a permanent residence. I told the detective I was not going to make his job easy, and took some delight that Rod was burning cash to find me, seeking to outspend me in the corrupt legal system. I had touched a nerve.
Finding my best man at rock bottom was tough. He had done next-to-nothing to defend himself, including following the order to move out of his own house on a two hour notice by the false church authorities. He had complied far too much with these adulterous wankers dictating thought-leadership at the Campbell Church of Christ - close to the center of Silicon Valley. Perhaps it’s worth noting why I didn’t get the low-down from my friend much sooner — this ‘best man’ of mine hadn’t been in touch with me for about 8 months — want to know why? His wife was displeased with my statements about the dangers of vaccines — from a conversation we once had together at their kitchen table (and this was before the plandemic!) and didn’t want him to be in communication with me anymore. Too bad for him, he chose to comply with her orders. A dangerous pattern, indeed. I showed up for my best friend in the biggest way I could when he needed it most, and got there as soon as I could. We definitely have VERY different strategies in how to deal with parasites, and this has kept us at a distance since.
Songs of Freedom and non-compliance to warm our hearts
In a world too-full of compliant bots stuck in a make-believe state of reality, bereft of intellectual, ethical, or human integrity — well reasoned, thoughtful words ringing with wisdom, warmth, and the sound of freedom — are a treasure. Martin Geddes’ reads like the real-life incarnation of a broke-out-of-jail and now free Winston Smith, the ‘fictional’ protagonist of Orwell’s 1984.
Sometimes the heartfelt songs of our fellow inmates on prison planet are what bring us a warm smile while working our way through a dark, dark, reality. And maybe nobody has done us better in this particular way than Martin Geddes. Though, there have been many hero’s rising up.
I’m sorry I haven’t sung my own songs more often. But I’ve had a sense that a period of quiet building was called for. My aversion to participating in a compliant culture has had quite a profound impact on my personal income, and the life path of my family. We’ve been on a journey that has engaged us in a full-throttle assessment of our values — which we aim to live in full alignment with. I needed to learn to be less reactive and triggered, and be more grounded and solutions oriented.
I maintain that a rethinking of everything is ABSOLUTELY in order.
Credit to Friedrich Nietzsche for forecasting over 200 years ago, the inevitable “revaluation of all values” and the need for a transcendent class of superhumans to RISE and usurp a mass culture of indoctrination in service of all things mediocre, less-than, and inverted. This ship will take some time to turn.
Rethinking everything is the task at hand. At Behere, we’re proposing to start with how we enrich and educate our kids — and also give ourselves the wellness time we need on our personal journeys. We are on a mission to be more present with our kids, and to nurture them into the creative problem solvers that will rise well above the mediocrity of mass compliance.
That’s all for now. Thanks for tuning in! Day 3 in a row hitting that publish button feels good. I always appreciate your heartfelt responses! 🙏⚡️❤️