by Travis Mateer

I am writing this post in a hotel room in the town where I actually live because life is strange and synchronicities now govern my days, since I have come to see them as a sort of language God uses to speak to us with.

Two people growing apart is such a fucking cliché, yet here I am in a process of separating my path from someone I’ve been walking with since we were both 19. Maybe we could have limped along for another decade, or even two, but the fissures we tried to triage during the madness of the last two years finally got too wide to ignore, or fix.

The only fix now is to find a way to be civil adults while co-parenting our kids in a world slowly grooming them to be feasted on by monsters and predators.

You might be wondering why I’m sharing all this. I’m kind of wondering that too. It might have something to do with risk habituation, or, in layman’s terms, my strained ability to assess the risks I’m facing from the work I’m doing because I’ve been navigating some pretty insane shit for quite some time, and kinda gotten used to it.

One thing I DO NOT intend with this piece of writing is to exacerbate the grief my partner is experiencing over the realization her life partner hid important decisions and is now taking actual risks to expose what’s happening in our community.

I hope my family understands some day what this whole thing is about. I hope they see the purpose behind the sacrifices. And the love.

I don’t know how to properly explain it, but I think the very atoms of the universe are reordering toward a divine disclosure of purpose. The frenzy of evil shit being unleashed right now, and the targeting of those waking up to higher-level operations of spirit, is very real and shouldn’t be dismissed.

The hotel that gave me temporary reprieve had a conference going on this weekend, and I attended the tail-end of a presentation that put historical discord into the fascinating, big picture context of God’s divine plan. This perspective is one I’m returning to in some interesting ways, but with an occult-aware lens of what’s being accomplished in the spiritual realm, along with a new appreciation of the gifts we are given to stand against the influences that put our souls at risk.

If that sounds hyperbolically unhinged, a few days walking in my shoes through the David Lynch movie unfolding in Zoom Town would probably alter your perceptions toward ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?, which is a common refrain I now mutter on a nearly hourly basis as new components of fuckery emerge.

I have to wrap this post up because I can feel my tendency at over-sharing kicking in to higher gears of disclosure, and right now that’s not a safe thing for me to do. What I have chosen to share today, publicly, is not easy, but it’s important to me to communicate as honestly and directly as possible because the wolves are circling and they will use ANYTHING to protect themselves.

Thanks for reading.