Completely and utterly.
I’m good at motivating work mates in the workplace, I can motivate pals to come out socially, I can motivate buddies to go camping or a hike even though it may not be their thing. I can even motivate friends and acquaintances to do voluntary work.
But to get my dearest friends to pick up a bucket of water to help put this blazing fire out – I have utterly failed.
All my carrots have been used up. None left. No more energy, no more enthusiasm now. Completely drained of any sparks of motivation. Failed.
I’ve tried everything and I reckon everything. The carrot and a bit of the stick. Every trick and technique in the book; but sadly the Jews have won.
20 to the Jews 0 to Digger.
Sure, occasionally I have managed to temporary motivate a friend here and there, but guaranteed within a week or so, they’re back inside their comfort zone, back in their little cosy routines. Let’s not rock the boat shall we. Things will work out somehow. Consciousness will fix it all for us. I’ll just carry on with my hobbies, my health routine and my work. It’ll somehow sort itself out.
It’s always me who has to motivate. I never ever ever get anyone to make a suggestion to me about getting out there to do some street Truthing. I can always get them to come for a coffee and have a good ol moaning session about those pesky jooos, the corrupt council whatever. But that’s it. It never goes beyond the moaning.
I am lost for words to explain my disheartenment sometimes. Just don’t know what to do or say. Sometimes I get wild with them, some times I’m quite understanding, sometimes I get so depressed about it. Sometimes I just think its so sad to see what has happened to them. The mind control, the chemical damage – the fear.
Generally, and when I step back a pace, I can understand their position. Many of them have children, I don’t – in a way it’s that simple. And I will never ever know what it’s like to be a parent to have the fear of having your children taken away from you by big brother. Even if this is only imagined fear, it does happen and I’m sure this perceived fear it is ever present within them. A subconscious knowing that we are in a dictatorship, be it a polished, clinical dictatorship.
But somehow, my gut feeling tells me I would still do my bit had I had children. I just know it. I just know I would do my bit for their future. I would not be able to look into their eyes, knowing that I had remained passive throughout this agenda.
I suppose I’m just coming from a place of bewilderment. I just can’t get it that they can’t get it. The importance, the seriousness of the situation we are in. The sense of duty we need, to get through this and the futility in not acting now. What is the point in all this procrastinating? How on earth is it going to get any better by putting things off. Especially at the pace things are moving(?)
I love my dear friends. I am so lucky to know them, to associate with them. Such smart, kind and compassionate souls. I have so much respect for them in many ways. We have some good laughs, great bellyache giggles and some amazing stimulating conversations. So who am I to complain(?)
But it does get me that the only form of proactive activism I share, is with people half way across the globe with cyber-friends who I have never met, never even spoken with and probably will never meet. Keyboard pals, fellow fighters who equally feel so isolated.
And it is quite incredible the warmth and affection I have towards these people. In a strange way more so than my own family. I have such overwhelming respect for my fellow Truthers. I know what they are going through on a daily basis. The knocks, the pressure, the shit they have to put up with socially and online. The level we’re at, it is a dirty shitty business. No rewards, just shit and more shit. Horrible draining work fighting the beast.
Yet my fellow cyber friends are there for me, backing me up and giving me the motivation support I need. Driven individuals across the globe. All trying their hardest to do their bit. To my dear Truth angels – thank you for being out there. Thank you for doing your bit. Thank you for your bravery. Thank you for your tenacity.
And of course, thank you for being so self-motivated.