Maximillion's Public (Anon) Blog :. The Forbidden Truth .:.

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What can I say about the human race? Last I took note, I too belong to this demographic, yet why do I find myself often gazing at other humans in disbelief? I watch them, like one might watch National Geographic, and notice that WE ARE NOT in some magical and mysterious way, superior to the other creatures of the Earth. I mean, when was the last time you saw Squirrels, Primates, or Jaguars engaging in warfare that was both toxic and destructive to the planet’s overall being, depleting the Ozone Layer, or poisoning the water we drink and derive life from?

I have been walking the streets of Harper Rock lately, watching people go about their day-to-day lives, often showing ne’er a sign or thought of what lurks in the shadows any given day. Like the person who thinks they hear footsteps in their house, when they’re supposed to be home alone, and they throw a blanket over their head, and hold their breath. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen someone sitting or crouching under a blanket before, but I was a kid once, and we used to build blanket forts: WE CAN SEE YOU.

I was listening to an Audiobook the other day, and a character in the story asked someone, “what do you think most people’s reaction would be, if they were to wipe their rear afterwards, and come back with a hefty sum of blood?” I paused the Audiobook then, captivated by the question. It sounded like a question that had some kind of killer punchline, and I wanted to be the first to guess or deduce it.

Unable to, I finally turned it back on.

“Most would simply dismiss it, cast it to the back of their minds, and hope it goes away on it’s own”.

Instead of doing what we can to improve situations around us, it’s as though we punch our heads into the dirt, and wait for situations to resolve themselves. Don’t people realize, even though the ostrich hides it’s head in the dirt, THE REST OF IT’S BODY IS STILL LARGELY VISIBLE BY PREDATORS?!?!?

I’m not saying my life has been largely joyous or the subject of optimism since I came to realize these truths, but I can honestly say that I no longer have the feeling of having the wool drawn over my eyes. I no longer go about my life, walking about like a marionette on strings, wondering why I’m unhappy, and why a sense of restlessness and unease seems to frequently come over me. I now *KNOW* why, and I can take steps to improve my situation, instead of merely applying a small, society-approved and validated Band-Aid over a gaping torso wound.

Like Andre 3000 said, “Speeches only reaches those who already know about it”. When you’re preaching to a crowd, don’t expect to change minds, or to convince people to break free of their mental chains. More times than not, the people you’ll move are the people who ALREADY KNOW there is a problem, deep down, but who have been seeing their lack of Validation from others as a sign that it might just be their imagination.

When you speak out, when you write a public blog, when you do a Podcast aimed at Social Reform, understand this first and foremost: you’re not changing minds; if your aim is right, you’re merely validating the suspicions a large number of people already have, and they’ve been suppressed by saboteurs who tell them they “think too much”, or accuse them of being “conspiracy theorists”. After all, when people try and reach out to a crowd, you want to know what Society’s conditioned us to see that as?

That’s right, the Doomsayer, the deranged, mentally ill old man with the tinfoil hat and a sign saying “THE END IS NEAR”. Society is rigged to try and REPEL, SHUN and ALIENATE people who think outside of the Status Quo. Humans are a social creature, “safety in numbers”, so the greatest punishment our Society’s leaders have for us, is forcing us to be alone, and the vast majority of the world’s population DO subscribe to this tactic.

Ever been banned from an online community, or a social group, because your thinking wasn’t parallel with that of the group leaders?

Believe me, people…ee’ve gotten better about it, but we still have a LONG ways to go…

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There are those who will think this is a Roleplay or Fandom post, and those who think this is real. There are those who will see that the way my story unfolds is not unlike countless clichés that exist in the media today. They will hear fantastical tales of how I go from driving a Semi Truck from Harper Rock to Springfield, and then – in the next breath – I am swatting away flies in a barren desert, in the age of Knights and Dragons. They will hear tales of how I shot spheres of energy at my foes, in a land where these things aren’t uncommon, and then they will hear stories of Hi-Tech Gadgetry, in a Futuristic, Science Fiction kind of sense, being employed to hunt me and track me down.

Isn’t that the beauty of owning your own Blog? You can – within reason – say what you wish, write whatever stories you wish, and while people are free to speculate about your posts, you still get to exercise your Freedom of Speech IN said posts. What is Fact? What is Fiction? Do the things I write about in this blog sound too farfetched to be true, that it MUST be some kind of Roleplaying or Fiction Writing? Or have I actually, by some outrageous twist of fate and circumstance, managed to live these many lives I write about?

I at least hope you get some amusement out of reading this. If you do, I will not feel like any of this was in vain. To be honest, as I reread some of my older articles, even I get a chuckle or a smile out of what gets written here, so at least we can be of like-mind, if you get as much out of this as I do.

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One life I lived, in particular, stands out as one of the more interesting ones I’ve lived. As per usual, you are free to determine whether or not it is Fact or Fiction; whether parallel dimensions exist, or whether this Blog Author is pulling your leg. I am not here to tell you what to think, or how to regard these posts, nor am I even telling you, or asking you to read them! I am merely posting as I wish, and you can take that with a grain of salt, or not. That is entirely up to you.

In one of the many realities I’ve lived, I was a young man of Noble birth, young enough that, if it were the Modern world as we know it, I wouldn’t have even been old enough to buy a pack of smokes. In that day, however, that was old enough to inherit the family business, to begin demonstrating your ability to take over Family affairs, or to have gained enough mastery and experience over a trade, that you could be self-sufficient, and have a solid grasp on how to interact with civilization around you.

As I mentioned before, I was born into Noble birth, and I was a Hybrid of two separate races that, by no stretch, should have even been able to copulate and give birth to a being like me, and yet, somehow, they did. My mother was the peaceful and more tranquil one, while my father was a bundle of dark, quiet, resonating power and energy. He was a vindictive man, not one to suffer sleights sitting down, and could talk an Eskimo into buying a tray of ice cubes. How such a hard, cold man, who hid NOTHING of his nature from those he did business with, was able to amount such a hefty fortune, and see so much success, has always been beyond me.

But we will get to why his personality worked so well for him, and why my own DID NOT! BE PATIENT! I can only tell the story from my point of view, and as I have learned, we tell accounts of our history as we experienced them, and as you may already know, different people perceive and interpret their world, their reality, their circumstances, different than others.

Damn, all this verbosity has me using up what time I had to write this post.

I will be back on in a couple hours, and finish my post.


Sincerely,

~Anonymous Philosopher.