The Surrender Class
Surrender enough sovereignty and we lose who we are. Surrender enough sovereignty and thee question in life, “Who am I,” becomes not only unanswerable but unaskable.
People who do not know who they are will march to any tune and dance to anyone’s fancy… all it takes is a few incentives and the right marketing.
Over the past decades, those who surrendered more and more were rewarded more and more. With each loss of self, they outwardly did better and better. But the world is changing; those who have eyes only for surrender will have to watch as one sacred cow after another gets slaughtered. Ankle grabbing will no longer bring endless rewards. A snap back to reality is coming; for many, it will come for their soul. No amount of pussy hat protesting is going to stop whats coming, it is more than inevitable, it is already written.
My suggestion is for the surrender class to get out there and stretch… I mean, really stay limber… for the dildo of consequences rarely comes lubed, and it’s feeling romantical and wants a kiss on its hot mouth.
I jest… I joke… we’re all having a good time here… The truth is that I worry about all those folks whose worldview is about to get trash-compacted and melted for scrap. The sacking of their holy cities is not going to be easy to go through. These cities of sand may shine with the white wash of good intentions, but there is no there there, good men won’t die for them… Pompei is a day at the beach compared to what is coming.
What do I mean by the destruction of these paper-mache holy cities? Everything that was built through surrender is coming down. Everything.
One should expect chaotic times once the shadows dancing on the cave walls are plainly seen. Big external awakenings are one thing, but for many of the former surrender class, the internal losses will bring the greatest challenges. It is hard to know that you proudly wore the brown shirt, that you were a card-carrying, flag-waving fool for evil. It's hard to know you got played like a fiddle, that you couldn’t see what was always brutally obvious. Believe you me, your lack of wisdom is a lesson for us all, for me it is a sharp reminder that we can all fall prey to such prideful vanities. If you are looking for an example… it is a purified form of retard soup that causes people to hate one of the most productive and useful men in human history, Elon Musk.
To those who now champion the truth, you are cheerfully welcomed in the ranks of those fighting for truth. It took a powerful humility to make the changes you made, Cheers!
I hope the former surrender class will be kind and gentle to themselves as they discover their foolishness. I hope they will be brave in forgiveness. If this is you, I want to assure you that you will be alright. Everything is going to be ok. Goodness always wins so that it can restore, so that it can bring those defeated towards the progress they have long professed. There is enough for everyone, goodness wants you on the team, we want your experience, perspective, and unique beauties; it’s okay you were wrong, we are all wrong somewhere, we forgive you, and we love you.
As we saw with “COVID”, many people needed a plausible scapegoat to soak up all that juicy blame before they could consider changing their minds. Most could not bear the weight of being responsible for their actions… no, of course not… the surrender class can’t be blamed, the “experts” told them. They long ago surrendered that sovereignty to their betters, the ruling class. Any evil perpetrated on their fellow man, through, and by their seeded sovereignty and the power of their support and advocacy, had to be someone else’s fault. Their delicate constitution wouldn’t allow them to see the evil they championed.
But for some, the power of their intellect will see through it all; they will arrive at the obvious conclusion that the hammer has long been in their hand. These are the brave souls. If that is you, I hope you are exceedingly kind to yourself. But, I also hope you are resolute in your resolve and firm in your conviction that you will live and do differently. I hope you live as a light on a hill, an example to all who see you as a monument to self-sovereignty.
No matter how far you run, once you turn around, goodness will be there, one step away, inviting you to come home.
There is enough room for everyone.
“In daddy’s house, there are many rooms.”
As always: Be Dangerous. Do Justly. Love Mercy. Hold Tension. Be Vast.Restoration alone brings victory.It is up to us, always has been, ever will be.