My dears, I'd like to introduce you to a good friend of mine, Kerevola. She feels, as do many of you, the cruel loss of the sweet life she knew before the veil was ripped, unrequested, from her eyes. She expresses her pain so beautifully that I'd like to share some of the thoughts she has written about her own experience.
"I don’t even know why I keep writing in this thing. It’s not as if I can take it back with me. It’s not like I will remember anything once I have returned. It’s not like anyone will be able to read it once we have finished what has to be done. Still, writing for me has always been soothing; a welcome feeling considering the state of affairs lately. I remember when I had much more time for it in my old life. These days, it seems that time is spent more on fighting. Be it arguing in the streets with redpills that choose to hear rather than listen, or in a shootout against many of the same, who want nothing more than to harm us, I find my hands wrapped around my weapon more than around a good book.
"It’s nothing I wasn’t prepared for. The path of being a protector was not meant to be an easy one. Nothing about my new life has been easy, though I didn’t ask for most of it. This point is lost on most of the redpills. They convince themselves that everyone they decide to pull out has been given an explanation that they are choosing to throw away everything they have ever known. I’m sure if they had any idea what really goes on, they might be a bit more understanding, but they don’t care. Zion is so obsessed with swelling their ranks I’d be surprised if they are even offering blue pills anymore. People like me are what they created. They brought this upon themselves.
"I had a life... I had loved ones close to me. I was surrounded by people that made me happy. I remember peaceful days... stepping out on my balcony as the sun rose, a steaming cup of coffee in my hands, the warmth of the sun and the soothing breeze against my skin washing away what little worries I had. I was truly lucky to be alive, and I never forgot it. So who cares that I felt it was a little too good to be true? I asked a few harmless questions, did a little research out of curiosity, big deal. I never asked to leave it all behind, so who gave those people the right to come looking for me? What right did they have to lead me to believe the truth was something I wanted? How was I supposed to know the consequences of the choice? No one could ever possibly fathom that their entire universe was fabricated. How dare they assume that I or anyone else could have foreseen this!
"Someday, I will have that life I yearn so dearly for back again. Someday, the countless nights of crying myself to sleep will end. I don’t know when that day will come, as there is much to do first, but it will. We know that they would only come looking for us again, telling us anything we wanted to hear, as long as we took that pill. I will never suffer through that pain again. I will not allow everything I ever loved, everything I ever hated; everything I ever knew to be torn from me all over again. I will do what has to be done to make sure of that, or I will die trying. This is not a life that people deserve, and I will protect others from it, and from that same pain that created me.
"Cryptos has done well spreading his word. There are many that have realized they aren’t all that different than we are, and many have joined together with us. Personally, I think it’s time for my own spreading of the word, and I think the rage that burns inside me is all that I need to do so. It’s about time that they felt a little pain themselves. Perhaps that will bring them around, but if not, at least I’ll feel a little better."
Dearies, keep Kerevola in your thoughts as you fight for the right to return to the lives you once enjoyed. You are not alone, and together, we can recapture the dream that has been stolen from us.
xoxo
Veil <3
"I don’t even know why I keep writing in this thing. It’s not as if I can take it back with me. It’s not like I will remember anything once I have returned. It’s not like anyone will be able to read it once we have finished what has to be done. Still, writing for me has always been soothing; a welcome feeling considering the state of affairs lately. I remember when I had much more time for it in my old life. These days, it seems that time is spent more on fighting. Be it arguing in the streets with redpills that choose to hear rather than listen, or in a shootout against many of the same, who want nothing more than to harm us, I find my hands wrapped around my weapon more than around a good book.
"It’s nothing I wasn’t prepared for. The path of being a protector was not meant to be an easy one. Nothing about my new life has been easy, though I didn’t ask for most of it. This point is lost on most of the redpills. They convince themselves that everyone they decide to pull out has been given an explanation that they are choosing to throw away everything they have ever known. I’m sure if they had any idea what really goes on, they might be a bit more understanding, but they don’t care. Zion is so obsessed with swelling their ranks I’d be surprised if they are even offering blue pills anymore. People like me are what they created. They brought this upon themselves.
"I had a life... I had loved ones close to me. I was surrounded by people that made me happy. I remember peaceful days... stepping out on my balcony as the sun rose, a steaming cup of coffee in my hands, the warmth of the sun and the soothing breeze against my skin washing away what little worries I had. I was truly lucky to be alive, and I never forgot it. So who cares that I felt it was a little too good to be true? I asked a few harmless questions, did a little research out of curiosity, big deal. I never asked to leave it all behind, so who gave those people the right to come looking for me? What right did they have to lead me to believe the truth was something I wanted? How was I supposed to know the consequences of the choice? No one could ever possibly fathom that their entire universe was fabricated. How dare they assume that I or anyone else could have foreseen this!
"Someday, I will have that life I yearn so dearly for back again. Someday, the countless nights of crying myself to sleep will end. I don’t know when that day will come, as there is much to do first, but it will. We know that they would only come looking for us again, telling us anything we wanted to hear, as long as we took that pill. I will never suffer through that pain again. I will not allow everything I ever loved, everything I ever hated; everything I ever knew to be torn from me all over again. I will do what has to be done to make sure of that, or I will die trying. This is not a life that people deserve, and I will protect others from it, and from that same pain that created me.
"Cryptos has done well spreading his word. There are many that have realized they aren’t all that different than we are, and many have joined together with us. Personally, I think it’s time for my own spreading of the word, and I think the rage that burns inside me is all that I need to do so. It’s about time that they felt a little pain themselves. Perhaps that will bring them around, but if not, at least I’ll feel a little better."
Dearies, keep Kerevola in your thoughts as you fight for the right to return to the lives you once enjoyed. You are not alone, and together, we can recapture the dream that has been stolen from us.
xoxo
Veil <3
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