It seems our paths have converged here; my search for truth has led me further and further down the rabbit hole. This Invisible Academy here seems like a nice spot for me to kick back and enjoy the sunlight for a while.
I must say, it's bright in here! And I don't mean physical light; I mean the bright light of...the brain. Yes, I've visited some of the threads, and of all the members I've sort of 'met' here thus far, they all seem very well informed. It looks like a good place for me to learn a few new things.
Perhaps it is also a good place for me to unlearn a few old things. You see, I come here filled with fragments of knowledge and experience. Like all searchers do, along my journey I have picked up truths and half truths, facts and inferences, lies, lore and fiction.
It's been a long search, a long journey. I've taken respites before, of course; I personally cannot endure the daily grind of it all. When I sense that my reality begins to slip away from me, that's when I know I have to take a break.
One can go stark raving mad traveling through the underworld of lunacy, where nothing is ever certain! Oh how I wish I could just turn on my television and be satisfied with that! But it's too late, too late for me. I can't turn back.
All right, enough with the drama.
I'm just a regular 40 year-old guy who happens to have an interest in conspiracy theories. I sense there's something wrong with the world, and I've been trying to put my finger on it ever since I was a teenager. That sense of malaise has led me down so many different routes, so many various ways of looking at the world.
It began a long, long time ago, in a land not so far away from here....
Oops, there I go again. Sorry.
Okay, so when I was 13, I started experimenting with drugs. I tried marijuana first. And some of my friends and I would get into some pretty heavy conversations about life and the universe. By the time I was 15, I had tried hash, LSD, cocaine, mescalin, uppers, downers, all-a-rounders, mushrooms, you name it. Opium? No. I could never stick myself with a needle, thank god for that!
Anyway, the point being my mind was opened up by all these drugs I took. It became an open pit. I wanted to learn everything I could about everything. I don't know how many books I've read.
It started with Nostradamus, Satanism, you know, the Occult. The Occult fascinated me! I read everything I could on the Occult. But I didn't stop there. I delved into learning about all the world's religions, from A to Z. I dove into philosophy, history, psychology, science, pseudo-science; I peered into both sides of each theory I came across, and found some thing s to be true and some to be ridiculous. I studied atheism, agnosticism, gnosticism, semantics, linguistics, physics, quantum physics; New Age; Freemasonry.
Freemasonry led me to New World Order conspiracies, A to Z. Aliens, Jews, Bankers, Jesuits, David Icke, Alex Jones, Alan Watt, Eric Jon Phelps, Lenny Bloom, etc, etc., ad nauseum, and most recently Glen Kealey.
And now I come to how I got here: I did a Google search about Alan Watt and his Androgynous theory. Glen Kealey popped up. Then the Invisible Academy popped up with a wealth of information and discussion about Watt and Kealey.
Troglodytes? Neanderthalers? Wow!
The scary part about this is I may not have heard it all yet! Because just when I think I've heard it all, something even more mind-blowing and seemingly convoluted appears.
I do not do drugs anymore. I don't even smoke. I don't even drink. I don't have to. My reality is interesting enough as it is. I'm drunk on the weirdness of the universe I live in.
So, that's a little bit about myself folks. And that's how I got to be in this wonderful place on my journey.
After Glen Kealey, I wonder what's next now. I don't think my life will ever quite be the same again. It might become boring. I think that's what I'm afraid of the most in life, you know. Boredom. Kealey was an intensely interesting study, which I haven't quite completed yet. I still have a bunch of his videos to watch. Well, at least now I know why I was getting spooked out by Alan Watt for some reason.