The Day That Ended The Old World

Enough has been talked about the events of sixteen years ago on 11/9/2001 (day/month/year).

It was the beginning of a decade and a half long period of misery in my personal life, of which in my view it hasn't fully resolved yet and has left me wondering about the point of living.

It was the beginning of the end of my belief in humanity as a collective to progress upwards in consciousness.

Any hope that we would have manned space missions to the Moon and beyond in the near future were dashed as people's money was taken and put into fighting imaginary strawmen and made obvious the fact that freedom and privacy was an illusion that the government could take away when it wanted to.

It also sprang up a movement of truthers that no sooner they began to gain momentum were hijacked by negative forces and discredited itself into nothingness through attacks and smear campaigns on each other as well as psy-ops of distraction like Flat Earth, Hollow Earth and Glass Ceilings in the sky, demonstrating the non-existent level of intelligence the so called 'Awakened' have.

Its a tough call when things don't go the way we want them to, but that has been the way of the world. We control little of what goes on in our personal lives, and we control none in the world.

It has revealed a lot of the ugly side of humanity, which was a long time in coming and the only way that this species is going to progress by first resolving, including the belief in the need for a government authority to control our existence.