Let's have a little talk about FEAR.
VOG Hard Mode Atheon World Record Speed Kill (17 seconds).
Once again, Let's have a little talk about FEAR.
Stop fretting; you're forgetting who you are and what we do. We're looped right now in a fatal funnel. remember this?
We all have to get on the same page.
>>YOU ARE HERE<<
>>clear the fatal funnel<<
Breach the entry
eliminate the immediate threat
clear the corners
dominate the room
eliminate the threat
search the dead
search and segregate the living
search the room
evacuate on command
GET THE STORY STRAIGHT
release the site
go fucking hide and keep your mouth shut.
Remember how to clear a fatal funnel?
Plant your feet – lean into it – beat it back...
Worrying about us helps nothing - disrespects us all... I'm pretty sure I know what's going on...
displaced fear and referred pain.
You've valid reasons to be afraid - reasons like where we are; where you might be sent; where others are carelessly chaotically casually already deployed; mostly, though, a CIC Not whose reckless dishonor can only bring more heartache, surely.
Then there's the pain - separation, weeks no mail, nights no sleep, anxiety, that knot in your stomach never goes away... same here.
Once again, you're watching too much tv news and too many ISIS vids. You see barbarians, orange jumpsuits - boom boom plumb line to the panic zone. This is the fatal funnel and you've yet to breach the entry (see above).
It's complicating your lives - and ours.
I am going to be as absolutely honest as I can - as our brains are denying entrance to specifically pernicious thoughts also. Still, I know this:
This is about as bad as it can get - has ever gotten for us - the ones they call when hope is going and time has run out, remember? We get the undoable unthinkable impossible - almost always yeah baby it.
GEO/HUM/IM/MAS/S/T/ETC as per norm. Only we've no reference frame. We've lost our personal internal intuition - we put the littlest thing through cardinal eval, by our choice. Time is lost. We are broken. We've lucked out so far, thank God. We are disconcerted. We NEVER get disconcerted.
Plus the fact this place is hell, FUBAR AWRs everywhere. Boogie dark meateaters. Understand?
But the hard hard truth = this is what we signed up for, what you signed up for.
If this is what we signed up for, then THIS IS OUR JOB.
just a few reminders:
it sucks, but we are the ones who work holidays and not...
it sucks, but we are the ones who work days, 2nd and mids... 24/365
it sucks, but we are the ones who do our jobs PRIMO EXCELLENSIO, even when we're screwed big time..
it sucks, but we are the ones who show up while all the jack-wagons living stupid jack-wagon lives take for granted things rarified and pure as well as those who sacrifice almost all so they can live their stupid jack-wagon lives in peace and freedom...
it sucks, but we do our jobs to the ultimate max ultimate every day every way whether we feel like it or not...
BECAUSE. THAT'S. WHO. WE. ARE.
WE KEEP AMERICA SAFE
FOR THE ASSHATS AND JERKS.
Listen to me - we could allow ourselves the luxury of panic, hysterical let-off and generally giving up. That's not in our job description, it's not in yours.
So here we all are - with rotten jobs - desperate people depending on us - no one giving a damn what's going on inside of us - or what we need for an enhanced work environment.
In other words, nothing's really changed for any of us.
So what's this all about then?
It's about evil. It's about atrocities. And looking for an acceptable excuse to quit.
True Colors Time.
America flickers, a lighthouse about to be engulfed by darkness. People are folding caving collapsing – all around us - and we are being chided for not being realists…
Realists on the banks of the Delaware would have tried to convince those First Patriots it was too cold – too dark – too much ice – the pragmatic thing was to wait for another day… when conditions were better - the risks not so great…
Exactly who is behaving like George Washington right now? And who are the cowards?
Four years from now – they will look back and call these times carefree like the play of children… it will never be easier than it is right now. Next time - it will be harder – where will the repurposed courage come from then?
It is always going to require biting down hard while terror circuits through you – facing annihilation; not facing impossible mathematical odds, facing annihilation.
Who will there be then to face down the kind of raw fear that cakes the back of the throat and jellies out muscles and nerves? Who? And where will they be found?
They have Newt now – experienced, battle hard, for the most part fearless, doesn’t know how to quit… there is no one else now; there never was. There will be no one else the next time – if there is a next time – because next time – not even a Newt will be sufficient.
The fainting conservatives see the GOP establishment – its power – everywhere and deep – arrayed around them - able to twist events - turn people to their will – the same way that American soldier saw the British fleet in Boston Harbor… as if all of London was afloat before his eyes. .
Yet they carried on. A rag tag bunch – one step ahead of annihilation. It should be a song in your hearts by now.
They carried on and today I am writing to you about them. And their True Colors Time. I know everyone around us is fainting - finding excuses for fainting - trying to make their fainting seem purposed - or holy - pragmatic. But, they are still just fainting.
There's your answer then, and ours: Fret not. Faint not. Fear not.
As for comfort and solace and things you look to me for: I once wrote this to someone certain he'd reached the end of himself: this is called a crucible, when you have to reach down deep down inside for something you've never needed before to get you through a place you've never been before... the reward for the courageous and strong is the golden sword, the weak and fearful, well you just never hear much about them after they fail to survive the fire of their cruicible...
SURVIVE YOUR CRUCIBLE... BE TEMPERED BY THE FIRE...
and watch this:
Check out these guys:
The above links should set parameters for your fear. Face those fears and let's move on. I know, it's pretty damn crummy what's being done to us. I am certain the worst is yet to come.
I have to be able to talk to you like grownups. Not worry about you freaking out going down stepping off. When we get emails from you full of worry, you are dissing us all big time. Like you don't think I can take care of myself or prevail or succeed; though you don't say it, mostly because I'm a woman. You diss the others - you're telling them you don't think they can take care of me - or themselves. We have faith in you - you need to have faith in us.
There's a fine line here. People get worried anxious are at risk and don't think clearly - you're not thinking clearly. The others are totally pissed. They wanted to ream you all. big time.
You see these atrocities happening - project that stuff right onto us - especially me. Listen to me - I've 4 175-lb males who press 350 run 5 miles each morning before they've rubbed the sleep out their eyes. They sling me into one of their rucks the total first immediate second I am fatigued and carry me the ride. One of my biggest worries if I somehow make 4th contact point - they land gingerly on me gently because they are going to shield me before they give their own safety the slightest thought. Take that to the bank.
Babies, we are covered.
This is tough.
We hate it.
You hate it.
We are vested totally in reality - and know - there's a good chance we will never yada yada yada.
The world will go on, you will too, and those who love us will find their way through.
I am tired. In the doc shop rehydrating.
What I've written should get you through the election. Don't count on regularity of comm. I can't handle that.
Sleep the sleep of those immensely loved.
because you are.
I have a few playlists I am going to post so you can hear what I hear through the course of most every day. I will meet you there.
I miss you all so very much.
My heart can barely hold how much I love you.
May His grace be found in you.