A life spent searching for truth will inevitably reach certain passages which require solving riddles. In my attempts to solve these riddles, I have sought assistance by studying history. What I found was not helpful. It took me a very long time to realize this. If anything, history only confused me more. Repeatedly, I was redirected down side paths that took me further and further from the truth.
I compare this to a hike where you consult a map to determine which trail to take at an intersection in the woods. Instead of leading towards the desired destination, you strenuously hike for hours only to arrive at the same intersection. This happened to me. I always wound up back at the passage with no more information to solve the riddle than I had before. Worse yet, the diversion leaves you exhausted at a dead end. You find yourself without any bearings, at dusk, standing at the edge of a swamp. Your boots are muddied and wet. Its growing colder as the shadows fall. The wind rises. You cannot see trail markers around the swamp. Even the trail behind you in no longer recognizable. You are not only lost but at risk of exposure with no suitable ground to set up a tent. You are just standing in ankle deep water that is quickly sucking your boots down into thick black mud.
You question how things got so desperate. You were on the right path not so long ago, standing before a passage. You simply needed information to solve a riddle to pass through. The information was not sacred nor otherwise hidden but seemingly available if only the source material was accurate. I have found myself lost in this manner more times than I care to remember. At some point, I decided not to trust the map but go by my instinct and ability to judged the lay of the land. I look around and decide which trail to take based on rough reckoning.
This is how I came to view history as well, at least, what is provided to us as the dominant narrative of accepted history. I threw away the map and guided myself. All you need to navigate is commonsense. Ask yourself basic questions and seek out information that has been pushed aside, maybe obscured behind a veil. More often than not hidden in plain sight. Enemies of truth distort history for purposes of power. In the past, victors got to write history. That was easy enough to see through. Today, a much more sinister force has control of the pen. They not only distort current events but go back decades, centuries even millennia revising facts, figures and events. The new distortion is extremely difficult to see through because its insurrectionist nature. It gains its power only by undermining tradition, weakening the foundation of western civilization through the subtle indoctrination of its poisonous concepts. It is imbedded unknowingly until one has drunk too much. Then all bearings are lost, leaving a person not even able to stand up. I won’t name it yet. The 2nd Raid on Harpers Ferry contains clues. Both John Brown and Alexander Solzhenitsyn are referenced for a reason.
Wrathful Empathies is my attempt to expose a terrible deception. At a minimum, it serves as a wake up call. Once awake, it is a call for vigilance. The Kindred know this. That is why they are alert to the battle across generations. Urizen has his net cast wide but I think it catches different things at different times. Here is a useful definition: A fishing net is a net used for fishing. Nets are devices made from fibers woven in a grid-like structure. Some fishing nets are also called fish traps, for example fyke nets. Fishing nets are usually meshes formed by knotting a relatively thin thread. William Blake envisioned Urizen’s net constructed by Newtonian reason. I fear we swim through a net much more dangerous because it is not woven with neither reason nor spirituality.
You must self awaken. Alan Watts says that much in his video. Riddles must be solved. Seek the answers in the right place. I am angry that a powerful force is working to obscure people’s path to truth. I am empathetic towards those strenuously hiking in circles. I want to help those stranded at the edge of a swamp. Wrathful Empathies is a lamp in the darkness signaling a way back onto the trail.
I have been where you are going. Everything will be alright. Just keep walking.