QAA Podcast - Episode 137: Q Shaman Book Report with Liv Agar

Episode Date: April 15, 2021

Jacob Chansley AKA The Q Shaman has authored two books: Will & Power: Inside The Living Library (2017) and One Mind At A Time: A Deep State of Illusion (2020). One details his spiritual awakening — which involves taking peyote with an interdimensional sasquatch — and the other touches on his political beliefs, which may elucidate his frequent attendance at QAnon and MAGA events and protests. Then, Jake has written a story entitled "Strain VS View". ↓↓↓↓ SUBSCRIBE FOR $5 A MONTH SO YOU DON'T MISS THE SECOND WEEKLY EPISODE ↓↓↓↓ https://www.patreon.com/QAnonAnonymous Follow Liv Agar & find her podcast: https://twitter.com/Liv_Agar QAA Merch / Join the Discord Community / Find the Lost Episodes / Etc: https://qanonanonymous.com Episode music by Pontus Berghe, Serisu (https://spoti.fi/2MdOgMC), Doom Chakra Tapes (http://doomchakratapes.bandcamp.com), Nick Sena (http://nicksenamusic.com), Rudy (http://soundcloud.com/rudy-3)

What's up QAA listeners? The fun games have begun. I found a way to connect to the internet. I'm sorry, boy. Welcome listener to Chapter 138 of the Q&ONANANANANANANAS podcast, the Q-Shaman book review episode. As always, we are your host, Jake Rakatansky, Liv Egar, Julian Field, and Travis Vue.

Jacob Chanceley, also known as the Q Shaman, has been painted as the mascot of the QAnon movement by its critics in the wake of the January 6th storming of the Capitol. Versions of his costume have been seen at lockdown protests in Canada and Italy. Even the Q influencers themselves consider Chansley pivotal, but not in a good way. For them, he is the poster boy of Antifa and Black Lives Matter infiltrators that have come to ruin the Q&on movement and make them look dumb. Now, the latter claim, of course, is false. Chansley was only seen interact with with BLM activists because they were on the opposite side of a protest,

and even he has vehemently explained this in defense of himself. Horrified, of course, to not look like a pure patriot. So, to understand the Q Shaman, who's probably screwed forever, they're going to put him on the rock. Liv decided to read the two books Jacob Chansley has written, entitled Will and Power and One Mind at a Time. The first covers his spiritual journey towards what he calls shamanism, and sees Jacob doing peyote with an inter-dimensional.

with an interdimensional Sasquatch. The second, of course, is his political manifesto, which may give us a better idea of what drove him to attend so many pro-Trump and QAnon rallies over the years. But before all that, QAnon News. For my first story, QAnon influencer Austin Steinbart is released from prison. Woo!

Spring break! Spring break! It's white boy summer. For those who aren't familiar, Austin Steinbart, also known as Baby Q is one of the strangest QAnon influencers. Steinbart actually claims to be Q. Specifically, he claims to be Q from the future who sent the Q drops to the present time.

He's also claimed falsely to be an agent with the Defense Intelligence Agency. Now, despite the absurdity of his claims, Steinbart has managed to get quite a devoted following. His followers include Dr. Tammy Powers, who is most famous for her video explaining that, you know, Q was you and Q was me. So he claims to be Q from the future.

So this is a Q who saw five people die at the Capitol. thing, three of which were Q supporters, and was like, nah, I'm not going to like talk about that or change it. I'm going to say it was a false flag. Steinbart's career was derailed when he was arrested for threatening to destroy the operations of a file storage company called Datto after they suspended his account. According to the Department of Justice, Steinbart directed thousands of his YouTube subscribers to flood the company's tech support line with fictitious emails and phone calls in an attempt to hinder the company's ability to operate. Now, even while in prison, Steinbart continued to post content on YouTube.

It appeared that his supporters recorded his phone calls from jail, which have then uploaded to social media. Even federal prison cannot stop this man from posting. Yeah. Have we had this before, like a guy in jail spreading his message on YouTube through the calls? Like, is this a thing that's happened in the past? I don't, I have no idea. I thought it was very weird. It was like, I don't know it.

It's like, why? Wait, wait, Steinbart is in prison. And in fact, in fact, his release was denied because he tried to use a fake penis to dodge a drug test. So he was detained. The whizzenator. Yeah. So, but still, from, he managed to find a way to keep posting because he has a lot of these supporters who are willing to help along his content efforts. Yeah.

On April 5th, Steinbart was sentenced to time served and one year of supervised release. During his probationary period, he will be limited to one phone. one computer and one email address. He's also forbidden to, uh, from using social media for that entire year. This is 1984. Oh, that's, that's not, that's not, that's not going to happen. No. In fact, on the day of Steinbart's release, a one of his supporters posted a video of him

announcing his return. In the video, Steinbar is sitting next to a table with a large lit up queue. He is also petting a small uncomfortable dog. Hello, everyone. Um, he's just here. SMG studios and I would like to just thank everyone for their steadfast support throughout this tumultuous times here. Prison was quite an experience and we got a lot of work to do still so I hope everyone's ready for an exciting year. Austin Steinbart supporters are also very happy

with this news. One supporter by the name of Mike Mullins celebrated Austin's release and did some baking of an Elon Musk tweet. Got a few interesting things happened the last couple days but most importantly, as of yesterday afternoon, Q is no longer in prison. So that's good news that the Pharisees are completely ignoring. Now, of course, I'm talking about Austin Steinbart, and some of you may not call Austin Steinbart Q, and that's perfectly okay. In fact, I think that's perfectly okay with Austin, because he's always been about his information. So, and that's some information that is coming your way now that he's out. So real interesting, two days ago in the morning. The day before, Austin's sentencing hearing. Elon Musk tweeted out Austin

Plus Plus. People can say he's talking about Austin, Texas. We know how this works. We know better than that. For my next story, Q&O followers believe there's something suspicious about the death of Prince Philip. David Gilbert over at Vice News had a great report about this. Like we discussed last week, the Q&D community wasn't very interested in the accusations of sex trafficking that Congressman Matt Gates is currently facing. But you know it's really getting them going. the death of a 99-year-old member of the British royal family. Now, gone in his prime. Yeah, so taken from us, too early.

Now, there are obviously plenty of good reasons to hate on the British royal family, even if Prince Andrew wasn't a close friend of Jeffrey Epstein. But instead of focusing on actual abuse and corruption, QAnon followers indulge in their typical brain scrambling decodes. For example, Q1on influencer Mel Q observed that Prince Philip died on April 9th, 2021, and the Q drop from one year prior made a reference to the phrase Scott Free. And that's supposedly significant because Prince Philip was the Duke of Edinburgh, Scotland.

Scott Free, Scotland, it all adds up, one year Delta, Q predicted it, clearly. I hear that Prince Philip, after his last visit to the adrenachrome farm, he was actually left out front of the palace for like a second too long, and a garbage truck came by and just put him right in the compactor. Yeah, I love that they, Qaeda people also, they took pictures of, like, Prince Philip looking like a corpse. And they said, like, oh, look, he's got his, his, is a dream of chrome supplies cut off. No, man, the guy is, like, 99 years old and is the product of a thousand years of, like, incest. Of course, he looks repulsive.

There's a really funny clip on the BBC where someone asked, well, how did, how did the Duke meet the queen and the guy responded well they are related so probably at some family gathering other Q and love followers observed that the prince died on the ninth age 99 and what do you get when you turn

999 upside down that's right 666 whoa that's crazy whoa so like the devil like plans all these deaths in advance to also carry hidden meaning it just so much control

How much control? It's like you have to take the adrenachrome, but the devil also knows the date of your death? Maybe like Q had him killed on that so that you could see that he was satanic if you looked at the date. The devil actually, I spoke to him, and he confided in me.

He said that he actually wanted to take Prince Philip at around 86, 87, but when you flip those numbers upside down, it didn't really have the kind of significance, so unfortunately he had to wait an extra 15 years. want to take that again and as the only Jewish member of the podcast not say you consort with the double? No, I'm fine with that. I heard they wanted to kill him when he was 96. And during they tried. Yeah, on April 20. Yeah, I heard April 20th at 9. Everyone who dies at 96, clearly

horny. Other Q&N followers tie the recent blockage of the Suez Canal to Prince Philip's death. Adrenochrome supply got held up in Suez Canal and unfortunately Prince Pompas Philip permanently fainted. From my next story, the Italian version of the Q-Shaman joins protests in Rome. The Q-Shaman, like you mentioned in the intro, Julian, is now an international symbol. And we actually just saw this the past week because of protests against Italian lockdown measures. So over the past 14 months, the government of Italy has imposed various lockdown restrictions as part of an attempt to control the pandemic. This has inspired protests, including a large one in front of the Italian Parliament last week. Among the protesters was 51-year-old Italian businessman named Hermes Ferrari, who was a...

Yeah. Amazing. Okay, man. Purs car. Cool. So he wore a horde headdress and face paint in the style of the Q Shaman. But, of course, the face paint was the Italian flag colors instead of the U.S. flag. So Ferrari told in the Italian newspaper, this. If it means being listened to, I would have dressed up as a zebra. We can no longer go on like this. I just want to work. This is really interesting because this man, there's no evidence

this guy is a QAnon follower, but he was inspired by the Q&on shaman and thought this was just a symbol of general, I guess, anti-government protest. Yeah, it's such a spectacle that like all of the, any of the content whatsoever, even in like an American context where people know about Q would associate, is like, even that is wiped away. All he knew was that he was getting a lot of attention. I mean, he made, because he was like the most flamboyant part of the insurrection, the Q Shaman's picture was showed worldwide. And I guess a lot of people just picked up on it.

It's like, oh, this is what gets you like on the front page of every newspaper in the world. Then that's what I'm going to do, too. Q Shaman Book Review. When one thinks to the Q Shaman, one might not imagine him as a successful published author. This is, of course, because he isn't. He does have two self-published books, though. They contain, among other things, his political views, some information about his personal life, what the practice of shamanism means to him, and a story of him tripping on peyote with

an interdimensional Sasquatch. Sounds like a Jake story. So buckle up for a comprehensive dive into the 500 or so pages of Jacob Chancelley, also known as Jacob Anjali, also known as the Q Shaman's work. Of the two books he was released, I recommend you read neither of them, of course, for obvious reasons. They are, unsurprisingly, very poorly written. I felt that it was literal torture having to go through these. I'm not going to lie. Which you chose.

We didn't assign you this awfulness. No, yeah, I did it to myself. This is pure self-hatred, to be clear. I just want to be clear. We're not giving her two books a week, like every month, like read the shittiest. Yeah, this is, but this is, I do find this true with anything that I've had to read for this particular podcast. It's always been toward, I haven't read one single thing that I actually enjoyed and thought was well written. What do you mean?

You read like the mole, the guy, the horny Italian guy who was like milking molet. Oh, Giacomo Casanova? Yeah, you liked him. I mean, I guess that was pretty chill. I just picture like I'm at the intern desk typing something up. Julian comes in, smoking a cigarette, like, throws the books on my desk, and it's like, you have two weeks. Hey, kid, you got two fucking weeks, kids. Read this unintelligible text by a lunatic.

And, hey, try to sound less fucking smart. You're making this look stupid. I felt like buying these books wasn't the worst thing to do, as it's for research purposes, and he's very likely going to jail for a long time. So I'm not really helping him out too much in getting these. But if you're still mad at me for giving the Q Shaman money, feel better knowing. that I've already thoroughly punished myself by having to read all of the books. That's so true. The first and most interesting book by Jacob is called Will and Power

and was published in 2017 under the pseudonym Lone Wolf. It's a fictional pseudo-autobiography that stars the replacement for Jacob whose name is Will, hence the name Will and Power. Right, so it's not actually an actual, just like, fascist manifesto. No, it's fucked that up somehow by, getting the word will in there. That's about the name will and how he came to and how he came to have power. Yeah, his sidekick, power.

That's the Sasquatch's name. But before I get into that, as it is more so the dessert at the end of the episode, I want to first go over his second and admittedly less interesting but probably more important book titled One Mind at a Time. This was published after he was definitively pilled in late 2019 under the name Jacob Anjali, which, to pull a Washington Post, is not his real name, but a pseudonym taken from his legal first name and his stepfather's last. Unlike his first book, which was published in 2017, before Q had done their first drop, this book contains references to Q. One Mind at a Time is a political manifesto, where

Jacob brails against the deep state for brainwashing children through government-controlled education and hegemotic mainstream media institutions that do not tell society the truth. Now, the only book review I could find of note of any of Jacob's books was unsurprisingly his second one. It compares it to Hitler's Mein Kampf, Mao's Little Red Book, Lenin State in Revolution, and Saeed Khatub's milestones. Whoa. This may be the stupidest analysis I've ever seen in my life. It's important to emphasize, as I do a deep dive into the Q Shaman's writings, that he is not a political mastermind and that he has no control or sway over anyone, outside of the bizarre spectacle that seemingly, I guess, inspired in, like Italy, for instance.

He is a confused, gullible individual who, because of the New Age mysticism he subscribes to, got sucked into a far-right movement. I do not wish to say that to excuse or forgive Jacob of his actions, merely to say that he is an insignificant player that is only being paid attention to because he is an absurd spectacle. On to the book. Much of it, for some reason, is written entirely in bold text. Come on, man.

It's a stylistic choice. Just bold all the way through, fucking. Oh, yeah. The things that are not bolded are quotes for some reason. So all quotes are in italics and not bolded, and then all of the... The margins are so poorly spaced that you almost have to break the spine by peeling it back to read some of it. And there are unsurprisingly frequent grammatical and spelling errors, as noticed on the first page. As a preview, the first page begins with the warning, which says...

A word of caution. The content of this book will be extremely disturbed. to some readers. It is highly recommended that you only read the worst which follow this warning if you are deeply familiar with the occult, if you are mentally and emotionally stable, and you are able to conquer your fears of the unknown. This warning, for the most part, relates to mentions of Pizza Gate. One example of this being, without accusing Podesta outright of raping children, it must be noted that in countless emails he is most certainly talking in code of some sort. His references to cheese pizza sauce,

nuts, and many other odd terminologies are so frequent it begs one to ask, what is John Podesta talking about? Because it certainly doesn't seem like pizza. Now, I won't bore you with too much of the usual Q stuff except to say that it seems clear that

the primary thing that got the Q Shaman into Q was Save the Children's stuff. His analysis of the deep state within this book seems to necessarily revolve around it. The deep state, as he conceives of it, includes much of what one would expect from an Anon. They are Satan worshipping, create all the problems in our society to benefit off of, poverty, racism, sexism,

and use the mainstream media to deceive and cover up their actions. The unknown and unchecked portion of U.S. government power, in addition to its corporate and intelligence gathering counterparts, have become known as the deep state. From this framework, the analysis he extends to American politics is oddly more logically consistent, at moments at least, than one might expect from an anon. For instance, he writes, The lack of focus on the countless political scandals and militarized police brutality on the streets of America is a perfect example of the deception in the MSM, mainstream media.

The human rights violations perpetuated on Native American citizens by police, K-Zero units, and corporate security companies during the North Dakota Access Pipeline NDAP protests are also evidence of the MSM's failure to report facts. The schools have fostered in the children a naive trust for the authority of the MSM and the government. If the MSM cared about human rights and not corporate interests, then wouldn't they have reported that the NDAP protesters were shot at with rubber bullets and water cannons at sub-freezing temperatures? Wouldn't they have shouted daily from their rooftops, that dogs were told to attack NDAP protesters, or that hundreds of people were arrested for standing up for their rights on reservation land?

No MSM coverage was given to these brave protesters or the human rights violations perpetrated on them by government agencies and corporate security. These are the deep state's dissenters being silenced. Now, I think this is quite unusual for an Anon. Yeah. Especially considering the North Dakota access pipeline protests have continued under Trump, and they're entirely perpetuated by the police, which are, of course, two things that Anon's love. Now, I'm sure he argues that Trump has nothing to do with this, he doesn't explicitly say this, and that it's only the deep state that's doing it, which is, of course, absurd.

Yet it also shows, I think, some capacity the Q Shaman has for being deprogrammed. It's also important to note the very strange way he later resolves his analysis of the Dakota Pipeline protests. Writing on the subject of CIA cyber hacking weapons, he says, For example, I had a friend who was a police officer and went to the NDAP protests. There he recorded video and communicated to Native American activists across the country as to what civil rights laws were being broken by the police and how the natives could use the breaking of these laws and their many physical abuses to their advantage in court. However, his phone was being hacked and the videos were being deleted from his phone.

his emails were not going through or their files were being corrupted. His Facebook messages were not going through at all, and eventually none of his legal advice was getting through by email or text either. It could have been the government or it could have been the oil company that was fighting the natives in the NDAP protests. We do not know, but his phone and his messages were most definitely the victim of censorship and illegal use of cyber weapons. I really do not know what to say about this.

Other than it's a lie, obviously he came up with to justify his normal love of police that, of course, accompanies most hand-on's analysis. Or maybe, you know, Jacob potentially confronted his friend about why he was complicit in police brutality and the violation of indigenous sovereignty and his friend simply lied to him and he's, of course, very gullible and went along with it. It's really hard to know.

But I included this because it helps show how he can begin with a straightforwardly correct analysis of police brutality and the violation of indigenous sovereignty and somehow lined on a line that there are some good cops who are trying to help indigenous people, but the corporations or the CIA are using cyber weapons to silence them. The Q tendency here is to take a situation where reasonable analysis is easy to find and somehow manage to complicate it with anecdotes, unverified information, and fictions

that lead to the reasonable analysis becoming far less useful. As we get into his first book later, that goes over his spirituality and shamanism, it will become more clear exactly why he's like this. We can see that in 2020, a few months after this book was published, He began to show up to Black Lives Matter counter-protests, protesting against a group of people who were fighting police brutality. It's important to pay attention to how something like you can take an individual, generally one who is very, let's say, gullible, who is nevertheless very readily willing to oppose something like police brutality and make them end up supporting it. He additionally writes of the Iran-Contra affair, the smuggling of crack cocaine by the CIA into black communities, the Vietnam War, and other genuine factual crimes committed by American intelligence agencies and the military, as evidence. of why the deep state is bad.

The U.S. military protects the deep state's corporate interest, both domestically, like the North Dakota Access Pipeline and in the world abroad, like in Afghanistan or Iraq. It does so through the monopoly that the government has on the initiation of force and the supremacy of the U.S. military forces. In this way, the deep state may wipe out its foreign and domestic competition through both legal and illegal strategies of war. Yeah, that just sounds like intelligence. Yeah, most of this analysis would be.

be fine if you were placed like deep state with state and understood that Trump was a part of it. Right. And I want to emphasize these are absolutely the best, most flattering quotes you can find in the book. He is really pilled to the gills and believes in a litany of absurd spiritualist bullshit. He writes, for instance. In the 1990s, a Japanese doctor named Masaru Imoto conducted a series of experiments with the crystalline structure of water. After introducing the water to different thoughts, words, music, and other environments,

He was astonished at the effects. Each of the different stimuli had different effects on the water's crystalline structures. Something he discovered that was very interesting was that prayer could change the crystalline structure of dirty contaminated water into beautiful, cleaned water with symmetrically stable patterns embedded in their crystalline structure. When I discovered this, I began to have hope for all the polluted water in the world, in particular for the people of Japan. Imagine of just one third of the world said and felt,

these words just once every day. I love the Pacific Ocean. I'm thankful for the Pacific Ocean. I am thankful that the radiation from the Fukushima power plant is being neutralized and cleansed by the healing power of prayer. I am thankful that my prayers of cleansing, healing, and love are being sent to the Pacific Ocean. And I am thankful for the radiation leak in Fukushima being neutralized completely by the healing power of water. Wow. Yeah, really incredible stuff. I mean, you know, He's clearly, it's a good, it's good to summarize a lot of his belief system where he's clearly concerned about the environment and wants to make it better, but has just, you know, no way of discerning obvious bullshit from reality. Those who are potentially easy to D program in the

Q movement are, I think, of a similar character type to the Q Shaman. When thinking about what motivates someone to believe in QAnon, there's a spectrum between two poles. One being motivated to use Q is an excuse to do fascism and cause harm. And the other being motivated by lack of critical reasoning skills and an inability to discern bullshit information online from authentic info. These are not mutually exclusive, and usually both motivations exist within most Anon's, where they are partially motivated by an insane patriotic inclination that in many cases remain subconscious to them, but also partially just duped into an absurd worldview and do not understand the full consequences of the motivations they support

and how similar it makes them to Mussolini or Hitler supporters. I really think that the Qshaman is closer to the innocent individual sucked into something he doesn't understand, Paul. When describing how he awakened his mind, something his fiction book that we will get into later is all about, he says, when I was a much younger man and in my teens, I was a supporter of President Bush. I did not care about the deforestation of the Amazon. I celebrated the war in Iraq and supported corporate industry like big oil companies. I was also for the militant occupation of foreign nations by the U.S. for sake of our quote-unquote national security and bringing freedom to foreign lands.

I believe the misinformation I saw on the news networks I also thought conspiracies were for the fringe and the U.S. government could be trusted. What changed my opinion on all of these topics? The first thing was a long list of evidence I had been ignoring for the sake of quote-unquote being right in my opinions about the world and my place in it. The second thing that changed my opinions would be the several boundary dissolving experiences I had with psychedelic plants. Through the plant's intense disruption of my cognitive syntactical world,

it was made clear to me that reality was not what it appeared to be on the surface. And this fact would have to be accepted or the consequences would be dire. It became quite clear after a while why psychedelic experiences were taboo. It also became painfully obvious why sacred psychedelic plants like mushrooms, peyote, and ayahuasca were illegal and forbidden by the government. The plants destroyed the government-engineered mental world I had grown to accept and enjoy, by breaking it down syntactically and exposing its internal inconsistencies. Thankfully for us, he goes over his introduction into spiritualism in depth in his first book,

Will and Power. It again must be stated that this is a fictional book that is meant to fantastically document his awakening process. Now, this is not his process of becoming pilled, as this book was written in May of 2017, before Q made their first drop. It is, instead, a documentation of how he became shaman pilled. We begin the book with Will, the fictional character that represents Jacob, dealing with his girlfriend, Monique, breaking up with him. His mother, who he lives with, hires a shrink to help him deal with his problems. I helped your mom a lot following your stepdad's suicide, which I give my condolences to you as well, by the way.

The psychiatrist said, bowing his head slightly. Thank you. I said quickly. He wasn't the greatest dad. Actually, he was kind of an asshole. Part of my language, but he was still my dad. And for that, I loved him. His suicide was just the beginning of the snowball, though.

It was at the time of suicide that Monique and I first started having problems. After he died, things got worse between us. And it wasn't because I was depressed about my dad's death either. She just became a total bore and an ever-ending buzz kill. The Q Shaman's legal name is, of course, Jacob Chansley. But he goes by and has his book published under Jacob Angeley. This is, as he has stated, his stepfather's last name. While we knew before that he had been raised mainly by his stepfather,

it was, as far as I know, unknown to the public that he had ended his own life Right before Jacob had dived into his shamanist mysticism. Following this, the shrink then gives him the advice to clear his head by doing something new and adventurous. Will insists he wants to go on a camping trip alone to clear his head in the Arizona mountains, and his shrink says that that's a great idea for some reason. He then returns home to his mother. I was feeling guilty for not being of more assistance to my mother when she came out of her room with a beer in hand. Since my stepdad's suicide the previous year, she had been drinking early in the day,

and I could tell by her behavior that she was already in need. She responded with tears in her eyes saying, I'm sorry you're going through heartache, hun. No mother wants to see her child in pains. I want you to stay in the city with me, but I understand why you want to leave. And if Tony, the shrink, says it's a good idea, then I would do it,

though it may seem like an unending pain. Heartache finds and leaves us all at some point in our lives. Jacob is very clearly a mama's boy, as he does in real life live with his mother, or at least he did, I guess he's in prison now. So the emphasis in his fictional pseudo-autobiography on her is not a surprise. The book goes on to describe his mother by saying, My mother was like a melting pot for the world's religions into one person,

but I don't think she fully understood each of them to their depths. She had a few medicine men in her bloodline, so she was very open to the idea of paranormal experiences. However, her spiritual malarkey always seemed like circular logic to me. She would say things like, God is because God is. And that just never made sense to me, even as a child. I merely replied, I see it too, Mom. I see it too.

Intentionally leaving no window for further comment on the previous. subject. I said, oh, I had that dream again, three nights in a row. The one you have had since you were a baby? She asked. I nodded affirmatively. Jacob appears to be claiming indigenous ancestry, I think, by referencing the multitude of medicine men in his family tree, although this may be a metaphor or fictional detail he's added, or like in Elizabeth Warren situation. It's hard to know. Also, the dream being referenced, which is a continually recurring theme within the book involves him fighting off an evil monster that attacks Los

Angeles through good vibes and a shamanist ritual. The dream starts with me observing myself standing shirtless and barefoot on a large red mountain peak in the deserts of Sedona, Arizona. Oh God, fucking damn it. Sedona, a fuck again! Oh yes. It's always this fucking vortex.

It is a vortex. They're correct about that, but they're not correct about what the nature of the things spinning around each other are. I had no clue about it. Can you Can you elaborate on that, actually? It is considered the place where you go to, like, 5D ascend. It is, it is, like, Starseed Central.

They believe it's, like, one of the most powerful spiritual places on Earth. And, of course, the amount of con artists that yields and the beautiful nature means that, yeah, people are constantly doing stuff like playing didgeridoo into each other, not joking. No stoplights in Sedona, Arizona. They're only roundabouts to cut down on light pollution. and also is the only McDonald's in the world that doesn't have the golden arches because the golden arches are instead turquoise

to better match the decor. Wow, incredible. Because that's where he goes. That's where his camping trip goes. Of course. Of course. Of course. I am bald with a full black beard, huge muscles,

and I'm covered head to toe in symbols and patterns resembling tribal tattoos. Slightly perplexed, I look at myself, standing atop the mountain. This is, I would hope, element of the book that is fantastical and fictionalize, and he's not genuinely arguing he had dreams where he was the Q Shaman when he was a child? The book reveals some more seemingly authentic details of his childhood later on, though, after he has said goodbye to his mom and friends,

and is heading out to his camping trip in Sedona. As I drove up the winding I 17, I thought as critically as possible about the events that led me to my current predicament, only to recall that my childhood development was a very confusing and testing time. I searched my memory to find where my spiritual inquires were derailed. I realized that they had stopped at around age 13 while my mom worked nights, allowing my drunken stepdad to have full control of the house for hours before bedtime. Countless nights, he insisted that my brother and I fall in line in military ranks to stand in detention for hours upon hours and listen to him drone on about politics, the military, and religion. We were forced to stand with our arms and hands at our side, pressing our fingers

together tightly so no daylight could bend between them. Our straight, stiff hands were to lay perfectly flat on our sides with our thumbs touching the seams of our pants if we moved or interrupted his ramblings without permission it would result in a punishment of push-ups or abdominal crunches occasionally I stood up to him by refusing to stand for hours or do unjustified push-ups however I found that such rebellions were met with the smart end of a belt slap to the face or a punch to the chest he knew he could get away with all of this drunken tyranny as long as my mom was working nights coincidentally I remember the day she quit working nights I had my recurring dream the morning before

The fact that this is a fictional rendition of his life, and probably for other reasons as well, means one does have to take all of this with a grain of salt. An example of where the account of his life in his book is played up can be seen in how he explains his past military services. Thinking the army was a place where my leadership skills would be more appreciated and a place that my desire to take the initiative would be welcomed. I joined, which it was at first, but I also asked why far too often. Asking why is a big no-no when given orders. I was dubbed too free of a thinker by the psychologists on staff to move on to special ops training.

Ironically, the special forces psychologists were right because I was later booted out of the army for not obeying a direct order to shoot all suspected terrorists, which included possible innocent civilians fleeing the scene. Now, it's important to note that the real reason Jacob was discharged from the Navy, after serving on an aircraft carrier for a year, was for refusing to take an anthrax vaccine. Okay. So maybe not all of the things depicted in the book. are real. Keep that in mind. Moving on with the story, Will goes on his solo camping trip to Sedona and encounters something rather peculiar at his campsite. I opened my eyes to see near the edge of the circle a few feet in front of me

stood a nine-foot-tall black hairy primate creature. It did not move. It only stood there and stared with its dark eyes from under its protruding brow into my soul. At that moment, every legend I had ever heard about a bigfoot or Sasquatch instantly became begrudgingly validated. Holy fucking shit, I thought to myself. This can't be real. This can't be happening right now. I immediately jumped up from my knees to my feet, screamed like a child, and tried to run my ass out of there.

However, in a panic, I wedged my foot between two rocks just outside the circle. The twisting fall of my botched getaway broke my right shinbone clean in half. Will is then taken in by the Sasquatch, and it becomes his mentor. The Sasquatch, whose name is Isu, is described as having a white crescent moon tattoo running across the top of his forehead with the crescent points touching its protruded brow. The tattoo is an important detail, as it comes to inspire Jacob's own numerous bizarre tattoos. Some of imagine these tattoos were inspired by a Nazi appropriation of,

for instance, the Valkanut and other Norse paganist imagery. Well, I think that that's a fair assumption given that he is the QAnon shaman, and there are many Anans who are explicitly white supremacist, and there are many who participated in the January 6th insurrection, who are explicitly white supremacist. It seems as if it's instead connected to his weird shamanist philosophy that appropriates Tibetan Buddhism, Nordic paganism, and indigenous spiritual practices.

While mentoring him, Isu tells Will of the story of his home planet and how it got taken over by a cabal of dark lords. The dark spirits possessed our leaders and wiped our species memories. They changed every aspect of our society. They gave us a new culture and a new history, making them our infallible gods.

The dark lords then became our highest authority, and once the authority of a culture is corrupted, there is no real law or order. There's only the illusion of law and order. We abandoned all previous tasks and served them in every way, including performing all manner of sensual pleasure for them, tending to their every desire, destroying our environment for resource accumulation. Our species also had to perform all manner of ceremony and ritual sacrifice and praise of these dark lords. In some cases, those who served the dark lords were forced to give up their loved ones as part of the ritual sacrifice to show their devotion. Once our population grew in number, the dark lords continued.

their control through the use of a monetary system, which were rooted in debt. Through this technique, our populations were controlled until their near extinction. The Dark Lords created systems to keep everyone busy by giving everyone meaningless job to acquire the money they had created. By removing spirits from the natural system of their planet and putting them into a false system constructed to serve the Dark Lord's agenda, the connection that my ancestors' spirits had to the spirit of our planet was lost. It's interesting to note that this book was written before the first Q drop, so it's

literally impossible for Jacob to have been pilled at this point. So the extremely on the nose analogy of what the fictional dark lords of the Sasquatch's planet were doing to them, and what they are, according to Isu doing to our planet now, could not have been inspired by Q. Jacob is so pilled that he was pilled before you could be pilled, essentially. Considering this, it's absolutely not a surprise he became an anon. At worst, this is a product of Jacob being around anti-Semitic conspiracy theories that I would later coadulate into Q, and this is certainly possible.

I personally think the reason his pre-Q shamanism was so syncretic with Q is that it was influenced so closely by American Protestantism. He's very clearly influenced by his Christian mother, who is also extremely pilled, and believes Jesus was a practitioner of shamanism. The similarities that we can find between Q and Jacob's weird syncretic belief system are not a coincidence, in the same way that it is not a coincidence that there is a deep similarity between Q and a lot of American Protestant beliefs. The way that the Sasquatch species managed to fight against the

Dark Lords was, to no one's surprise, the practice of Shama. My ancestors changed our culture to factor in the mistakes of the Dark Lords and the intuitive wisdom of our culture prior to their meddling, shaping a new culture entirely from a mutual understanding between spiritual freedom and personal responsibility. They called this new form of transcended culture Shama. Right now, your species is early enough in the parasitic absorption process to expel them from this planet forever. If the people of this world incorporate the ways of Shama into their lives, your species will be able to recognize the truth about the dark lords and the fact

that they have hijacked your planet. This is essentially the exact same argument that Jacob puts forward for how to destroy the deep state in his most recent book that he made, obviously, after he'd become pilled. That book is called one mind at a time because he is attempting through shamanism to overcome the mass deceptions of the deep states. mainly through the mainstream media and the education system, one mind at a time. It appears that QAnon has given him a capacity to further articulate his weird spiritual shamanism, specifically directing him towards who the enemy that is producing bad vibes is,

slotting in the Q conception of this enemy from his previously vague idea of, you know, evil spirits. What being a Shama essentially entails is taking a lot of psychedelics and vibing. Isu teaches Will exactly how to do this. Isu pulled out a brown bag from behind his back and opened it. Inside was a wooden bowl. Inside the bowl looked like a bunch of beige powder of varying shades. Isu handed me the bowl and said, Here, eat this powder, and drink it down with water.

This passage begins the approximately 100 pages of vivid descriptions of Will's experiences, dripping on peyote. A hundred pages! Oh man, that rocks. In these hundred pages, he finds the truth about the world and is able to see the vibes of everyone, including the bad vibes of the evil spirits destroying his world. Of particular note in these pages is the four major traumas of his childhood, which he goes over that he must overcome.

I saw a memory of my early childhood. I was an infant lying naked on an operating table, and a doctor wearing medical gloves, a face mask, and a surgical uniform walks up, grabs my penis, and begins to cut the skin. I scream, cry, and wail in agony as the man completes the circumcision and soes up my now bleeding and tender flesh.

felt the full weight that the trauma still had on my developing infant psyche as I watched this gruesome act and in a sudden rush I felt the intense shock, horror, and disbelief that I felt at the time. While I looked at the ground in nauseous disgust, the scenery began to change. When I looked up, I was in a park. Observing my stepdad pushed me on a swing that was inside of a sandpit. I was only two years old, and he told me to hold on to the chains so I wouldn't fall off. But being a naive toddler, I did not understand, and I let go of the chains in the midst of being pushed, causing me to fly and fall face first into the sand of the playground.

The shock and confusion I felt the moment of impact hit me like a ton of bricks and I relived the feelings and experiences in this memory too. This was my second clear memory from life on earth, and I had suppressed it altogether. As I looked to my left, the scene changed again, and I watched myself at age four and a half. My parents and their friends were sitting on the couch watching the TV. As I watched the TV, I saw an action figure commercial, and I immediately wanted the advertised toy.

I remember wanting it so badly I asked my mom for, it right then and there. She replied that she didn't have the money to buy it right away, but she would see about getting it for Christmas. For the first time in my life, I felt disappointed, inadequate, and deprived of something I thought was essentially for my happiness, all because I didn't have the action figure I saw on TV. This was my third strong memory from childhood that I had almost completely forgotten as I relived the feelings of disappointment and confusion. While I looked at myself crying over this perceived loss, my body dissolved and when I looked up, I saw myself a few feet away at age five lying in bed asleep.

My mother came into my room and told me, Hey Will, you have to get up for school. Today is your first day. When I got to school, I did not realize that I was going to be staying there without my mom, and when she left I began to feel a deep state of fear and panic. I didn't want to stay in my seat. I wanted to play outside. I didn't want to write my name.

I wanted to draw a dinosaur. I didn't want to stop playing after recess was over. I wanted to continue to use my imagination. I was miserable all day until my mom was there to pick me up later. But I felt an even worse dread than I had felt the day before. had felt the day before when I had to get up in the morning and go back to school again for the rest of the day. I thought it was just a short adventure at the time and did not understand that I would have to keep going back there for years and years to come. It wasn't

until a full week of school was complete that I realized I would have to keep going back whether I liked it or not. The whole experience was very traumatizing for me and I had never really fully gotten over it. So yeah, the four major traumas of his childhood was getting circumcised, falling off the swing set, not getting a toy and having to go to school. God. I don't think any children have experienced that. Yeah, that's, yeah. I was, I was going into this book expecting maybe something like a profound revelation about his past, but I think what this reveals is that he hasn't had a particularly interesting life. Finally, after Isu teaches Will the ways of Shama through psychedelics, Will then returns to society to use his newfound knowledge

to preach the truth about evil spirits that are taking over the world. From the rectangular metal structures mounted on the tall gray towers, I saw the negative chi of the Dark Lord's spells spewing forth and permeating the entire valley. After close inspection, I noticed that the Chi was made of varying dark symbols, each one standing for a different negative feeling. Among the net of symbols racing across the sky and raining down on the city were hate, death, fear, destruction, disease, anger, scarcity, sadness, confusion, duality, Pain, depression, separation, suppression, segregation, dominance, racism, and sexism. All the feelings that caused pain and problems in the human world were represented in the frequencies

and their symbols flying through the air and raining down from the net in the sky. I found it interesting I could discern what each of the symbols meant just by looking at them in my awakened state. So the Q-Shaman had already subscribed to the 5G cell towers caused bad health theory before being pilled. That's what the Great Towers are doing 5G bad Chi Yes, spreading bad vibes to everyone through the phones and through the yeah Spreading like top top top 40 music

This is another element of his absurd belief system that pushed him even further towards becoming pilled after he discovered QAnon We have in this book in the pre-pilled Q shaman a distrust in the government The belief that the world has been taken over by a force of evil and a distrust in technology This is basically a recipe to get pilled. It's a pilled trifecta. And importantly, has no direct interaction with white nationalism or fascism. As a result of this, I think his belief system is a good example of how Q can mold generally gullible and influential people who are well-meaning towards a fascist far-right cults. My deep dive into the Q Shaman's book has been very illuminating and also an excruciating and miserable experience.

Of course. Yes, 500 pages of this. It was, yeah. It's rough. I think considering how he turned from a mystic hippie that loved the environment and thought the government and the police were corrupt, towards someone who counter-protested Black Lives Matter protests and participated in the January 6th insurrection, is important to understand how so many people get recruited into the fascist cult that is QAnon. I think it's worth considering that many people who had a similar path to becoming pilled

that Jacob did can be deprogrammed. I think there's a path towards that. If the people around them, their relatives, their friends and families are able to push them out, I think it's very possible. No, yeah. If they haven't assimilated far right and nationalist ideology, like deep within their core, if the core is still like shamanism and some new age beliefs, then yes, I think that this is definitely a salvageable person because they haven't fallen sway necessarily to ideology so much as this kind of organic creation of an extension of the culture they were already experienced. I mean, if he voted for Bush, took psychedelics, tripped out, was like, wow, the new reality is like the, you know, the pipeline is bad. And then later finds out actually there's a way to still kind of be a bit of a Republican, you know, guy. But it still works with my current new age beliefs because there's, you know, this new, amazing setup that you can get with QAnon, where that stuff just works in tandem. And so I think, yeah, he's, I think he's more of a case of that than someone. And you will see this a lot, like Crystal Tini was someone who had a Republican family, came to L.A. to do New Age stuff. She was in our New Age to Q&On Pipeline episode. And her family back home was always like, you know, heavily pro-Trump Republican. And so it was a bit of almost gestalt for her to kind of finally be like, actually that fits too. This also works. You know, this wholeness, this non-duality means that now I can actually.

you know, pick and choose from Republican beliefs, Trump believes, nationalism, and still do yoga and still do all this other stuff. One thing I think is interesting, too, is that this is a really good example to show that QAnon didn't create a lot of these theories, that a lot of this stuff existed, you know, long before Q came along, Q just found a way like Julian was saying to make it easier for a pilled internet boomer to sort of digest a lot of these theories that have been around for a while. It does what the spectacle is so good at, which is, by adjacency, it creates wholeness. Nice. You see the two things at once, and it's like, well, look at them. They're visible together.

Well, gosh darn, didn't know those two could fit. Stupid thoughts and absurd beliefs are always going to exist. They're like human nature or whatever. And I feel like a lot of people respond to Q by saying that. It's like, well, of course these things are going to happen. But I think, like, what the Q shaman in his belief system highlights is like, in a better world, he would just be a weird spiritual. is chaman guy, and he wouldn't be a part of a far-right cults. Speaking of weird peyote trips, I do have a... What do you have?

I do have a story for us to... Oh, it's a DVD that you found in your closet, and it turns out there was text on it. What's... No, I actually, believe it or not, I wrote this. I wrote this over the course of the last week. This story was supposed to appear in last week's episode, but because of the theme and everything, it just felt a little inappropriate. So, you know, I think I think this is a good, this is a good place to sort of premiere it for the first time.

Who's it about? It's actually about one of our co-hosts, Travis, which is kind of weird. I know Travis has never really starred in a story before, but this really doesn't focus so much on Travis. But more his, you know, his struggling alter ego, who goes by the name of Logan Strain. That's made up, obviously, but that's a cool alter ego. So without further ado, I present to you this week's story, which is titled, Strain versus View. Logan Strain slammed the phone back down on the receiver.

Another bill collector. It was hard enough getting the notices in the mail, let alone receiving aggressive phone calls from strangers demanding he pay his spectrum bill. Should have gone with a slower bandwidth. Logan lamented. He wasn't even sure what that meant. His internet was dementedly slow, and between a 20-something kid and two adults in the house,

nightly browsing sessions often turned into heated arguments and a clearing of everyone's cash. The daytime was even worse. Nine hours a day slogging away, writing copy for some asshole who thought his name was Darren. His latest task had been to invent a promo code button that sucked people's brains out through their nostrils. It was an easy algorithm, sure,

but Logan couldn't be bothered to lift a damn finger. What was the point? It's not like work was really paying the bills anyways, And to top it off, all of the money he had saved for the last decade wasn't worth the paper it was printed on. Some network analysts had cracked the code in 22 and exposed the Federal Reserve. Everything was crypto now. He had watched in total despair as all of his friends and colleagues who had jokingly dumped $200 into Dogecoin became multi-trillionaires overnight. Once that happened, no one really stuck around in the old neighborhood.

Most were long gone by now. Living on the moon playing low-gravity crater hole, an updated version of what? what's known as golf here on earth. If Logan was being honest with himself, it had been a rough couple of years. He would often go for walks in the nearby woods in an effort to clear his head. But even that had been taken from him.

As of last month, the forest had been cleared to make way for obscene-looking sound stages owned by a popular social media platform known as TikTok. Now, when he walked the old trails, instead of trees and birds and flowers, all Logan could see were emaciated-looking teenagers,

pointing and performing silly dance moves in front of an array of cell phone. It was depressing. Every night, it would be the same argument with his wife. Why hadn't he reached out to Travis Vue? Perhaps he would be willing to help. It was never ending. Now, Vue was an online persona that Logan had invented years ago

to wage digital war against a group of incredibly misinformed people who believed that a Second American Revolution would unfold before their eyes. Once the Vue account had gotten popular, it seemed to take on a mind of its own, doing television appearances, being quoted in well-established newspapers, and even starting a popular podcast, whatever that was.

Logan tried not to think about it. Every time he did, he became so filled with jealousy and rage that he could physically feel his blood surging through his veins. He would often daydream for hours the arguments that they would have if they ever met. Logan imagined not only views snarky accusations but his own scathing retorts,

leaving Travis feeling dumb and empty inside. Maybe he would spit in his face. No, no, too intense. and potentially assault. He would spit at his feet. That's what he would do. Logan was constantly shadow boxing, often spacing out for minutes at a time while his family stared at him, wondering if he had even heard what they said just seconds ago. This is so far from reality. It's crazy. One night, after coming home exhausted from an entire day of selling old clothes and

unfinished video games to pay for the week's groceries, Logan got a wild hair. He sat down in front of his aging laptop, opened a fresh, incognito, incognito browser and typed the letters he hated the most. Travis Vue Dozens of photographs and articles littered the screen. Some were of him, but others were of a paranoid-looking man sporting a goatee portraying various emotions. When he dug in deeper, the trail seemed to run cold.

For all intents and purposes, Travis Vue appeared to be Logan. But it was impossible, he thought. Travis Vue seemed like he was making a living wage at the very least. And Logan hadn't seen a fucking dime. He could feel his blood pressure beginning to rise and quickly slammed the lid of the computer. What's wrong, Dad? Logan snapped his head around, embarrassed.

His daughter was standing in the doorway wearing stitched together potato sacks for the best the family could afford. Ah, it's nothing. She asked if he had been Googling Travis View again and unable to lie to his own flesh and blood. He admitted he had. Why not go find him? she asked.

Logan tried to explain how pointless it would be, How even if he had the money to track him down, he wouldn't even know where to begin. The man was a ghost. No address, no telephone number? Just a snarky Twitter account that seemed to be completely dormant since 2021. It was hopeless, he sighed. But, Dad, doesn't your company make identity check softwares? Couldn't you just run Travis View through one of your programs and figure out where he lives?

Logan just about fell backwards out of his chair. It was brilliant. He jumped to his feet and hugged his daughter quickly before diving back onto the laptop. Together, in the wee hours of the morning, the two of them stared excitedly at the glowing screen. He made a few keystrokes, typing the cursed name into the program's search engine. A small wheel began to spin. It was searching. A loading bar appeared across the screen.

The program was searching through thousands of records. The two of them marveled at the speed at which the software combed through hundreds upon hundreds of names and addresses. A second loading bar appeared, then a third, then a fourth. Soon, the screen was filled with dozens of loading bars, all working diligently to bring them the information they so desperately desired. Logan's eyes refocused as the final bar bliped steadily across the screen. 98%, 99, 100. A new panel appeared. There was a match.

A Ukrainian address, Logan couldn't believe it. He was real. After a moment of hesitation, he clicked on the name. Retrieve this entire record for 249 doge coins. God damn it! Logan slammed his fist on the desk. It was just his luck to come so close, only to be frozen out by a malignant paywall on the very software he spent all day convincing people to buy.

Logan's daughter could see he was crushed. She slowly held her wrist out. A glowing microchip could be seen embedded in it. Here, Dad, it's the last of my doge. I was saving it for something special. This counts. Logan collapsed to the ground in tears. He was overcome with emotion at the selflessness of this act.

After refusing her offer twice, he hesitatingly accepted. And together, they scanned her microchiped into the laptop, deducting her remaining crypto. The screen were to life. Panels appeared with all the information you could want. View was 44. on the outskirts of Kiev. Logan pulled up the coordinates on Bing maps. Things were getting more real by the second. On Bing Street View, there was no mistaking it. The residence was an obscenely large mansion, complete with a fountain, swimming pool, and acres upon acres of land. Logan's jaw

dropped. Without thinking, he grabbed a nearby duffel and began stuffing clothes into it. He would go to Ukraine. He would find Travis' view. He would calmly explain how Travis had stolen his entire identity and he wouldn't leave until he was fairly compensated. 50-50. No, that might seem too aggressive. 40%. That would be more than enough. 25% would be the lowest he would go, he decided. His daughter looked worried. But dad, how are you going to get all the way to Ukraine? You don't have any money. Logan, with a sense of purpose for the first time in a decade, squinted his eyes and flashed a mischievous grin. Don't worry, baby. Dad'll think of something. An hour later, he was standing nervously in the receiving terminal for the city's Hyperloop

station. Sleak-looking cars arrived, unloaded their passengers, and then took off at break-neck speeds on the winding railways that splintered off into multiple tunnels. Logan knew he would only have one shot to get this right. Over the loudspeaker, a synthetic voice made a monotone announcement. All passengers for car 1717 with service to Kiev, Ukraine. Final boarding call. Logan locked in on the tram. It was about 100 feet beyond the barrier. He waited until a rider exited the terminal, and the large automatic doors opened out to the platform. He took off. Hey, somebody stop him!

Logan could hear vague shouting behind him, but his focus was on the tram, which hissed and whined as its clamps released from the docking station and its engine powered up. He glanced over his shoulder. Four guards, waving electrified batons, chased him desperately. He dug the bottoms of his worn sneakers into the concrete. Once that train took off, there was no way he would be able to catch it. And if he didn't make it aboard, his life, as he knew it, would be. over. Logan reached the peak of sprint. In slow motion, he watched the car just 15 feet away,

started to buck forward. With everything in his body, he slammed his left foot into the ground beneath him, catapulting himself into the air with a ferocious cry. As he did, Adamantium Clause exploded from his knuckles, surprising everyone in the terminal, including him. He slammed into the side of the tram, digging the 14-inch razor-sharp appendages deep into the steel. The car exploded out of the terminal. with Logan gripping on for dear life. The G's from the turn toward his insides. His vision started to blur.

He gritted his teeth and held on for dear life. After an intense couple of seconds, the track leveled out, and Logan found himself, traveling 1,100 miles per hour through a magnificent underwater tunnel. Outside the transparent hyperloop tube, he watched in complete awe as vast oceans and underwater volcanoes flew by him.

He saw schools containing thousands of bright, colorful fish, massive continents made out of pastel corals, and a giant squid battling a sperm whale as he careened through the depths. The tram came to a gentle, instantaneous stop in a busy terminal. Logan marveled at Alon's avenge, and finally agreed with Emperor Buttigieg, this was the future of transportation. He quietly slipped off the back of the tram as station attendants shouting in Russian rushed forward to inspect the smoldering claw marks on the side of the car.

Logan slowed his stride and calmly blended in with the hundreds of other excited passengers, making their way out of the terminal. He emerged on a bustling terrace where people were standing near their automated luggage, waiting for self-driving taxis to take them wherever they needed to go. Without a single doge loaded onto his implanted microchip, Logan did what he did best. He walked. He walked for miles, marveling as the metropolitan cityscape gave way to lush countryside. As his tired feet trudged onward, Logan imagined the infinite number of conversations he could potentially have with Travis

and the infinite ways he might go about asking for money. All felt wrong. But in his heart, he knew he did. deserved it. Hadn't he suffered long enough? It was time to settle this thing once and for all. He hoped Travis Few spoke English. He glanced up from the warm piece of paper where he had written the address, now smeared and almost unreadable. 1-776 Micharina. Logan looked out in front of him. The palace was even more impressive in person. A long winding driveway, perfectly paved, led up to a roundabout surrounding an ornate fountain. Logan took in the identically manicured hedges

lining the yard, priceless statues stood peacefully, nestled deep into exotic gardens. He was startled to see various wildlife, long since thought extinct, living in total harmony with the grounds. It was magnificent. He thought he saw a white rabbit scurry into a small hole just beyond the edge. Logan reached the massive golden doors at the front of the mansion. He raised his fist and gave a sturdy knock. A pencil-thin-man with thinning hair and a pointing mustache answered the door. He spoke with a light British accent and an air of condescension. Hello? May I help you? Logan cleared his throat. Yes, I'm looking for a Travis view. I was told I could find him here.

The butler slammed the door and disappeared. Logan wasn't sure what to do. He knocked again to no avail. He glanced over his shoulder back down the winding driveway inside. There was nowhere else to go. After what was probably about ten minutes, the front door opened a crack. The butler seemed unfazed. Did the gentleman have an appointment? Whatever Logan had prepared himself for in his mind, this certainly wasn't it. Uh, just tell him Logan's strain is here to see him. He knows who I am.

The butler stared at him for a beat. One moment. He slammed the door once again, this time disappearing for nearly 20 minutes. All the hot air Logan had built up over the course of the last decade deflated almost instantly at the bizarreness of the whole ordeal. He was left feeling overwhelmed and underprepared for whatever lived beyond those golden doors. And just then, with a mighty creek, they swung open. Revealing the slim butler in all of his glory, standing in a muslin, Ziam-esque entryway, a clean towel draped over his arm.

Right this way, sir. He led a bug-eyed Logan through the massive interior. There were original Michelangelo's, Leonardo's, Raphael's, and Donatello's, littering the walls of the decadent palace. I wish I wasn't on an island so I could strangle you. A model train set scooted around on sets of sets of. of tracks lining the molding, carrying various letters and messages to different sections of the house. The butler called out over his shoulder. I apologize for keeping you waiting. The grounds are over 40,000 square feet. It takes quite a while to get from one end to the other.

Logan scoffed. This was a level of wealth he couldn't have ever imagined. And to think, it had all come from finding something on the internet very stupid and allowing it to consume one's life. He shook his head out of sheer bewilderment. If he had received this kind of dough, he wouldn't have wasted it on something as grotesque as this. A slightly more sophisticated, still photography camera maybe, or an education fund for his kid, a sensible automobile, not this. Thoughts continue to race through his head. The butler led Logan out of a modest looking side door and across a large backyard, complete with a soccer field and basketball court. On the far side of the field, Logan spied a small shed cobbled together out of plywood behind a large chain-link fence. His awe

and jealousy had turned to confusion. The butler unlocked a heavy, padlock on a small gate in the fence and motioned for Logan to step through. Once on the other side, the butler pulled the gate shut and replaced the lock. Mr. View will see you now. There was a small rustling in the shed and a disheveled man with a bowl cut and scraggly goatee emerge from a small entrance. He looked Logan up and down and then spoke with a thick Ukrainian accent. I have been waiting for this day, brother. He opened his arms as if to pull Logan in for a hug, but Logan quickly backed away. He demanded to know what the hell was going on. Was this Some cruel joke?

A deliberate deception meant to further insult him by pretending to live an absolute squalor? Travis seemed hurt by the accusations. My friend, no, no, this is my home, I swear to you. Logan shook his head in disbelief. What about the mansion? The toucans. Travis smiled and placed his hand on his hips. No, no, my friend.

The palace belongs to my cousin. He was generous to allow me to live on the grounds after, well, after the money ran out. Logan grew angry. Money ran out. What do you mean the money ran out? Travis looked a little embarrassed. My friend, did you not hear, a man, very smart man, expert in alternate reality games. He destroyed QAnon in 21, maybe early 22. He shrugged his shoulders.

After that, there was no more work. The world lived in perfect harmony. What can I say? Logan charged view. His body made an impact at a force that knocked Travis clean off his feet and through the chain link fence. They collapsed onto a small village designed for one of Travis' cousins' model trains. There, amongst the model neighborhoods and miniature skyscrapers, the two men slugged each other near to death, trading behemoth punches like two ancient gods battling for the fate of the world.

Eventually, the punches grew weak and inaccurate. The two men separated and collapsed near where the fight had begun. Logan raised his weary head, now bloodied and bruised from the melee. Travis lay breathing heavy and clutching his side a couple feet from him. Logan glanced into the shed house a few feet away. Inside were two middle-aged men, one with wire-thin glasses sporting a long gray mullet, and the other, completely bald, with noticeably bare feet, passing a withered bent spliff back and forth between them. Travis coughed a couple times, clamored to his feet, and unlatched a broken tooth from the rear of his jaw. He flashed a bloody grin at Logan and gestured to the shed.

come stay a while Logan stared at the shed standing nearly shoulder to shoulder with Travis the tips of their knuckles lightly brushed against one another all of the rage that had built inside Logan for all these years it was gone

for the first time in a while he could think clearly this man wasn't his enemy nah you know what my family's probably pretty worried about me I should get back to America Travis viewed nodded solemnly he once again opened up his arms no hard feelings

Logan regarded the man. He was scrawny with an atrocious haircut and a mind-numbingly stupid expression on his face. No hard feelings. Logan descended into Travis's arms and the two shared a long embrace. Travis's expression shifted from delight to surprise. He looked down at his stomach.

Blood was beginning to soak through his white t-shirt. Logan followed his expression downward. protruding out of his knuckles, the razor-sharp adamantium claws were lodged firmly in Travis's side. He hadn't even felt them coming. out. Logan staggered back, horrified. I didn't mean to. They just... Travis stared right through him. A look of utter betrayal plastered on his face as he tumbled backwards. The two guys in the shed looked a little scared, but continued to

pass the spliff back and forth. Logan put his hands over his head. What had he done? As he watched the surrounding grass turn a dark crimson. Dozens of white vans appeared out of nowhere. They screeched to a halt a couple of yards away and chattering reporters piled out of the doors excitedly, clutching notepads and cameras. Amidst the chaos and quickly fading daylight, Logan could just barely make out the writing on the side of one of the vans. Democracy dies in the darkness. The end. You're a bad person, Jake.

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It's because the Christians were knocking on the door of Rome being like, Hey dude, this is what we all believe, and you're not going to be able to control our minds anymore with your black magic. So that's when the Romans said, okay, well, we're Christian now. And then instead of canceling all the pagan holidays and all that stuff, they just drafted Jesus' story onto their pagan tradition. their pagan traditions. So the birth of the sun on the 25th of December after the 20, after the three days of darkness or the three days of death, that became Christ's birthday. I mean, that was a pagan holiday. You know what I'm saying? Christ was actually born,

if I'm not saying it's sometime in July.