Prologue
I count false words the foulest plague of all.
— Aeschylus, Prometheus Bound
If you prefer, consider this a work of fiction, or the ravings of a madman. Perhaps I am crazy.
I know that you will not hear what I am struggling to tell you—not yet. But, perhaps as things unfold, this writing will offer some explanation of what is happening.
In my mind as I write this is the small hope that my children might one day come to understand me a little, and, perhaps, forgive me for being who I have been. It has been unavoidable for me to see and know about unpleasant things, which are now becoming manifest.
Presently, as we well know, families are divided. People are experiencing a kind of isolation, perhaps not physically, but in spirit and mind. This has been made to happen through the dark magic of false news and narrative. This alone has been a great crime against humanity.
The tactical purposes are many: to confuse and divide; to cause disengagement; to demoralize; to instill fears and to introduce false focal points for these fears; to manipulate the historical narrative; to create a false sense of the present reality; and ultimately, to cause people to acquiesce to what has been planned.
Facing this onslaught, how can one know anything? Direct knowledge acquired through one’s own experience and the personal experiences of others may be used to pierce these false narratives. Living memory contains clues. What has been done before can be done again.
If exposure of the personal history in this Prologue grows tedious, please go to the meat of the matter in the chapters ahead. But if you will continue reading here, perhaps you might discover that I am a human being, like you. Perhaps it will be of some use to you, to know that I have worked a lifetime to understand the forces hurting us.