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Before we get to the meat of this Entry, I wanted to bring up something fascinating that was shared in the “Conspiracy” community recently (and it won’t be the only thing in this entry, btw….but it will be the thing not directly related to the main point, incidentally):

So if you get the chance, feel free to look up this government program known as “MK Ultra”; supposed to be related to mind control in some way, and apparently it’s been used to activate “sleeper” agents that were…”participants” in experiments with different phrases, images, etc, but don’t think for a minute it also hasn’t been used on the public at large, either; in the video I watched, they were talking about how it is known to create a “split” personality in certain aspects, and it actually reminded me somewhat of all the masking most of our society does. No, the “sleeper” agents and masking are not the same thing, but I did pick up some kinda-correllations if that makes sense, and the reason I bring it up is because of how much the video emphasized imagery and phrases used to trigger it, as well as the common recognizable associations that have been made to do so, including the Wizard of Oz and Alice in Wonderland, among others; even things as seemingly innocent as rainbows–and they used the example of the movie Eyes Wide Shut to emphasize this–are often used to trigger those subconscious responses from the test subjects. While we’re at it, with this subject, can you think of where a rainbow is very commonly used today, and with a particular group consistently in the news that it happens to be associated with? Yeah, that’s no coincidence, I assure you.

Hell, how many shows did you watch growing up featuring a certain popular “catch phrase”, or “trigger word” or something like that? Always something that could be put on a TV shirt, or that idiots would repeat at work, or in the classroom? “Russell, that’s just meant for recognizability, for the sake of marketing!” I believe that’s the less sinister motive, honestly. My main focus was the emphasis on subjects with “split” personalities, indicating our not really knowing who people were……well in a way, most of these people didn’t really know themselves, either, as a result, which is where the correllation between the linked blog entry comes in. So, something I thought worth bringing up before getting to the main topic today; just something to munch on, when you get the chance.

Now first and foremost, you may be wondering what the hell is up with the title, and while you’ll see how it fits into today’s topic, I wanted to comment that I’ve seen that movie officially once, when it was in theaters. Incidentally, it came out just as we were being taught about American Indians in school, so “timing” I guess, and honestly….the movie left no fucking impression on me, whatsoever. I couldn’t tell you, all these years later, one single thing that happened in it….at all. No, I don’t even have a desire to borrow it from the library, and re-watch it; I kid you not. That I remember more from seeing Costner’s “Waterworld” than I do this should tell you everything, but……how does it fit into our topic today?

Oooooooooook-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay…….so that 7-day stretch has now been behind me since Wednesday, and now I’m getting to enjoy the first consecutive weekend in a row, as stated in this entry here. Got some really nice sleep both on Wednesday and today, and even sent the gal who gave me my guinea pigs some footage of them when it was their feeding time, cause she wants to start seeing more, and I was like “yeah, ok sure!”. That being said….I recently stated in one of the linked entries above about a revelation I came to recently–while at work–about people not genuinely taking us seriously throughout life, and a sense of peace & relief I came to over it, then some things that happened on Wednesday not only further reinforced my case, but gave me more “ammo” for it, and I decided….I wanted to elaborate on it a lot more than how I kinda “brushed over it quickly” in that entry….cause I have quite a bit more to say on the topic than I’d initially expected. Lemme….set the stage for you:

Wednesday afternoon, I got my laundry ready to bring down to the basement to do my wash; as I was going back and forth to handle the laundry, and grab the trash cans, I noticed Debra’s next-door neighbor had parked at the base of the driveway to bring her groceries into her grandmother’s place. Now, I wasn’t going anywhere that day, but I was a little frustrated to see it, and I motioned her to “move her car to the back”; a little further context might be necessary here:

A few weeks back, I was coming home from running errands, and found a car parked at the base of the driveway, keeping me from getting in. I was stuck there for about 20 minutes/half an hour trying to figure out who’s car it was, so I checked in repeatedly with Debra, regarding her peer support worker, as well as my downstairs neighbor to see if it was anyone he knew. When both said “no”, a short time later, her neighbor’s relatives emerged from the door, and came to the car. I said to them very sternly “is this your car?” They confirmed it was, to which I proceeded “please next time don’t park your car right at the base of the drive; park it back there, so it’s not blocking anything”, and they responded to me with “ok sir, you don’t have to yell!” I wasn’t yelling, btw…not even close, even though I had every fucking reason to being stuck there nearly 20 minutes/more; I was being nice to such a poorly thought-out act, as far as I was concerned. I told Debra what happened, as well as a former coworker of mine who stopped by a few nights later to borrow some money from me; they both stated “what kind of stupid-ass parks at the base of the driveway?”

Well, about a week later, the neighbor’s daughter does it, and I said to her “I already asked you folks to please not park there”, and she had to move her car so I could get out of the parking lot.

Essentially, there were two reasons I was frustrated seeing her parked there, when I was working on my laundry:

1. I was completely mentally fried after a 7-day stretch, and the previous week of handling all those other engagements.
2. I didn’t want those neighbors to start a pattern of doing it that they were gonna get used to, and continue such an inconvenience.

Well, it turned out, that’s exactly what they planned to do anyway, as the gal went off on a prima-donna tangent, screaming at me that as long as I wasn’t going anywhere, she was gonna do whatever the hell she wanted, it was easier for her to park at the base of it to bring in her groceries (nevermind the fact that she could just park on the side of the street, like she’d clearly want me to do if I had to get out of my car to fetch them to move theirs), and she just told me to go back inside; I tried responding with “a simple fuck you would’ve sufficed”, but she drowned me out with her tangent; if you want to know what it was like, watch half the tangents that Red Pill dating channels show people from TikTok videos on Youtube; that’s what I endured. Her father was there, and he seemed to “slink away”, kinda sorta.

I went back inside, and recounted the story to Debra and my former coworker. My former coworker said nothing, and Debra told me she was beyond terrified to do any type of retaliation, fearing what would come of it….to which I thought to myself “literally the minute you get out of bed to work on improving your life, your body shuts down, you’ve trained it to be so terrified of adversity; how has not doing any retaliation worked out for you so far?!” That said, I did ask for the phone number for their landlord if these problems increase, and hopefully Debra will supply me with it.

The reason I brought up this entire story, however, is not just due to the reactions from that neighbor, but the reactions I also got from both Debra and my former coworker. The neighbor drowned me out, Debra told me she couldn’t handle any adversity at all, and for all the posturing my former coworker likes to do talking about common sense and this and that, was dead silent.

In other words, it was easy to talk a big game, but when push came to shove, no one was genuinely in my corner beyond posturing, so as always, it came down to being resourceful, and playing chess to figure out the best resolution to this situation, and while I haven’t fully yet, I haven’t exactly had a ton of time to think yet either, so while Debra finally offered to pony up the landlord’s number–and I’ll used it only if I absolutely have to–I want to see if I can resolve this dispute more peacefully, and we shall see how things go; i.e. I only want to use it if absolutely necessary.

So, let’s elaborate more on the main topic (that I went into a very thorough over-explanation to get to), shall we?

Someone in my crew recently shared the following meme on IG, and I proceeded to repost it to my own page:

“if you want to know who your tribe is, speak your truth and see who sticks around; those are yours”

How may times do I hear in our community–whether it’s on Reddit, Twitter, or wherever else–that we’re infantilized so frequently? We’re treated like stupid kids, not taken seriously, the whole kit & caboodle? Many of you probably also seem to think this is a detriment to not only your social life, and your employment opportunities, but also your dating lives. Well, I’m here to give you the good news that….it actually isn’t; it’s an even more helpful benefit to the weeding out process that at this time, we above our Normie peers can take better advantage of, because of how overtly we have to endure it! Yes, I have examples, including within the “redpill dating” community, and they will all be provided with necessary context!

For the easiest one–and the one that kicked off my initial train of thought about it–so yes, I had a major crush on my Store Manager at Suncoast, and looking back…yeah she didn’t take me all that seriously; found me playful, and enjoyable enough to be around, but nothing beyond a fun, hyper coworker, and nothing she could endure too deeply with, when the chips were down; part of why I think she found herself attracted to the asst. store manager she eventually hooked up with, and why it seemed everyone kicked me to the curb for him and her…and why she was “integrated” into his posse. I was the weirdo that was eventually gonna get he boot anyway, but here’s the thing…..

Ok, they could last several hours with me at work; would that chemistry honestly work beyond that? Let’s flip the script, shall we? Could I genuinely tolerate them beyond that, if I’d really gotten to know them? My store manager was a metalhead, covered in piercings & tattoos, hair extensions, and the asst manager was a Communist-leaning pop culture rabble-rouser; however, what he “liked” was what everyone else liked, and he was extremely abrasive about his opinions; if a gal like my Store Manager was attracted to someone like that, would I have really been able to last that long with her, anyway? I hear it often said in the redpill dating community that gals “take on the traits of whatever guy they’re with”, and that just screams to me “mindless drone/blank slate”, and I have no tolerance for that shit from anyone; I want a genuine article, not a fucking bobble head.

The second big example I want to use goes right back to what I said in this entry here about the fallout with Jeanette and those that surrounded us…and I’m about to dive into some territory with it that I elaborated somewhat in this entry here, but I’m gonna take it a step further, as I’ve been doing recently, and will also be connecting it to the previous example above with my former store manager, as well. As I stated in that blog entry, virtually everyone who surrounded us wanted to see me fail; the nerdy weirdo isn’t supposed to get the gal, she’s definitely not supposed to go after him, and she’s not supposed to be anywhere near as good-looking as she was early on; it simply isn’t done, according to those circles. Well, several chats I had with Jeanette’s dad–as the breaking happened, leading all the way up to several years after–indicated to me, looking back, deep down I wasn’t really what he was looking for in a suitor for his daughter, anyway. Did she wind up with a douche who’s in bad circles, deals drugs, pursues other gals behind her back, and the whole ball o’ wax? Yes she did, and despite her father telling me “we’re on your side”, he absolutely is not; he can’t be. You know why? Because the guy she wound up with, and I are both rebels, but the former is the one he understands and accepts, subconsciously.

“But Russell, why?! Why would he want a druggie that cheats on his daughter over such a good guy like you?! You have so much more going for you than that douchenozzle ever will, and you’d have been really good to her, and….” and I’m gonna stop you right fucking there because something else far bigger comes into play, and this is where even redpill dating gurus on Twitter and Youtube get it horribly wrong, and prove that they’re just covert agents for the matrix simulation:

First of all, for all the talk you hear about how gals like “bad boys”, and the parents wish she’d go with a “good guy”, that’s an utter load of crap. No…..the gals like the bad boys because Mommy & Daddy condition her to want them; Mommy & Daddy want the bad boy over the “good man” as well; Mommy wished she could’ve gotten the bad boy, and Daddy wishes he could’ve been one. Why? Because they view the bad boys as rebels to the system…..buuuuuut more specifically, the matrix-approved “rebels to the system”! They want a rebel to the system as long as it’s viewed socially acceptable, and as long as it doesn’t rock the boat in any way. Let me give you a major example for this one:

Of the many times I would go to Jeanette’s place to see her, I would be chatting with her parents for at least an hour (looking back, this likely gave her ample time to chat with other guys, and sweep more shit under the rug, to keep up appearances), and one particular time, I got into an argument with them about American manufacturers, in her father’s case car manufacturers as I believed American cars to be made like shit, and her father used to work for Ford. To give you an idea, I still very much believe American cars to be made like shit, and whenever people proudly tell me they bought the latest Ford, Chevy, Pontiac, or Chrysler, GOD how I hope that thing lasts beyond the time they drive it off the lot. Well, after laying out my case for them, Jeanette told me the following week she’d be coming to my place, because her parents didn’t want to deal with me for a while, after I said that. Now, the funny kicker in all of this is–despite what I said recently here about focusing more on buying local, and understanding better about domestic product etc, let’s not forget that for all the posturing you get from so many in my country about “Buy American, not Chinese”, most of those companies they antagonize you to support are owned by the same financers who make the Chinese stuff; in other words, they’re not really buying American, or supporting local workers, but it’s easy to posture for their others when subconsciously they’ve already conceded defeat, and would easily fold like a cheap playing card in the process, which is what got them into the position screaming at you to “Buy American” in the very first place.

Incidentally, I remember one night my Dad joined us for Thanksgiving Dinner, and it gave him the opportunity to “get to know” Jeanette’s Dad….there was no chemistry there. They both just blindly repeated the narrative talking points of their respective sectors, and that was it. But that’s the thing…..her Dad was essentially just another bobble head, like most of the people we seem to encounter, who don’t take us all that seriously. They like the rebel who really isn’t one that they can understand; so, if Jeanette’s husband starts shooting his mouth off about how the Chinese are taking all our jobs, her Dad will be on Cloud 9; challenge the narrative about how those same dark money companies run most of the major brands we use here in the States, he and her mom borderline-wanted me burned at the stake.

What…..you wanna criticize the place where I work at? Fucking have at it, I don’t care! I may agree with you or not, but I won’t shun ya over it, and have difficulty dealing with you after it; I don’t emotionally invest out of inner defeat, in the blind hopes that I can deflect poor decisions; I take accountability very seriously. The question is…..how long would you be able to put up with that shit from all these people, if they “gave you a chance”?

It even reminds me of a recent clip from the Whatever podcast where regular contributor Madison had her parents on, and…..it turned out her Dad was actually Nitro from American Gladiators! Listen to her parents for the duration of the clip and….none of the “promiscuous” activity that we complain about “modern women” taking part in will come as a shock, anymore. It’s like what Gary Vaynerchuk once said about all these parents who complained about how the current generation turned out “well dickhead, you raised ’em!”

So yes, Jeanette’s Dad will eventually warm up to her man because the reality is–deep down–it is what he really wants; he wishes he could’ve been him, even if he doesn’t have the stones to admit it. He wanted to be a rebel that everyone is ok with, and that’s the actual “bad boy” that every single redpill dating guru tells you to be; not an actual rebel, just the one that the matrix convinces you is one; the one that won’t actually rock the boat beyond your current understanding, and take you out of your comfort zone; the type of rebel that parents of the 80s would complain about going “those crazy youngsters with their Heavy Metal music….”; that’s the kind of rebel they subconsciously want, not the kind we are…..the kind that disrupts the entire simulation, no matter how well-intentioned and “good eggs” we are.

Here’s one more example, before I close this puppy out:

I have several coworkers in text chats, and chats in other places, over goings-on with current events, and in conjunction with the “Conspiracy” stuff; one of my coworkers decided to bring someone she knew into a chat group via text; I think the woman was a nurse, or something. Her actual words upon entering the chat were “I like politics”. I knew that she actually meant “I like following the kabuki theater we see on TV, and rooting for my scripted team, not knowing jack shit, otherwise”, but I decided to test her to see if I was correct (and we all know what the answer to that was):

I decided to go beyond simply some bullshit statements about Biden or Trump, and hit her with an interview David Nino Rodriguez conducted with a gentleman who explained the MK Ultra agenda (hey, remember how I brought that up at the beginning? I swear to God bringing it up in connection was not intentional, but God must’ve had other plans in place) in relation to the music industry, and the dark money/Puppet Masters of the matrix simulation; she immediately dropped out, and my coworker sugar-coated to me how she wouldn’t be continuing in our discussion.

Do I feel bad for doing what I did? Not a chance in hell. I tested her to see if she was really in it for the length of the journey that I am, and she proved she wasn’t. In other words, not my tribe. She wasn’t my tribe just as Jeanette’s parents weren’t, just as my boss at Suncoast wasn’t, just as pretty much everyone else in my life who gets uncomfortable with me and folds like a cheap playing card isn’t/hasn’t been, and just like those who do the same with you aren’t yours.

Bottom line in all this?

You need more reasons to stop “trying to do socializing right, to impress other people”? They’re not impressed, because they’re not your tribe. The minute you open your mouth and say one thing they don’t like, they call it quits; you essentially find yourself walking on eggshells, and that’s actually considered covert emotional abuse, and whatever of it isn’t is conditioning for it. They’re not your people, they never will be your people, nor were they intended to be. They’re humoring you at best while it’s “your turn” until what they’re actually comfortable with comes along; most of these people do not want to grow in life and have who they are challenged when they don’t even know who they are, as already brought up in one of the linked entries. The question is……why would you want to entertain that?! Could you tolerate it for more than five minutes, and why would you want to, when you have your own journey of growth to focus on? Don’t let them tell you what you’re “supposed” to have; that’s between you and God; it’s a conversation they were never privy to…..only you know what lights up your soul, so don’t settle for less, because I assure you those around you that you’re doing it for feel like they’re doing it with you, anyway.

As the line from “So Long and Thanks For All the Fish” from Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy went “you may not share our intellect, which might explain your disrespect“. With that said, best to just tell all those people who treat you like an infant, and would rather be around anyone else but you “so long, and thanks for all the fish”; “what fish, Russell? You just said we were humored, and nothing else”. No, you got something out of it, as I stated all the way back in this entry here, but be thankful for those “fish”–as they were indeed part of your “soul contract” (Dolores Cannon states it very thoroughly, look up her videos)–but those “fish” were what you were intended to get, and nothing beyond it.

Instead, sally forth in the relief that these folks weren’t truly intended for you in the long run–and they showed their hand to prove it, rather than keeping you wondering–to make way for the tribe that is intended for you; the one that can help you make use of what you offer to your full potential, and truly appreciate you for it, in the process.