What so many are going through right now is a form of slow, insidious, barbaric torture. We are seeing our friends and families under mind control destroy their bodies, sacrifice their children, and surrender their souls. Meanwhile, we wait for disclosure and justice that has to happen on an unknown timescale, and demands resolute faith in humanity lest we succumb to despair.

For me it is the sense of a huge number of unseen working and fighting for the same cause that gives me the most drive and inspiration. I intuitively know it is so, and that I have to give it my best each day. No doubt they are every bit as weary and wounded, if not far more so. My future self-respect depends on being able to look the kid who lost his dad in the eye and know I did all I could, too.