Why Unf*ck?

Very truly I say unto you, unless a man be unfucked, he can never know the truth, and the truth can never set him free.

—The Gospel According to Harv

A Tale of Two Hijackings

This is a story of the final 1,110 days of my forty years of wandering in a high-tech wilderness.

It begins and ends with a hijacking,

Both on January 20, both by mentally disturbed individuals.

And two daring rescues: the first by a SWAT team that snakes two commandos into the plane to rescue a woman who became an angel; the second by an angel who became a woman to crawl across five hundred years to rescue a man who would become the least of her apostles.

The problem is not with believing it didn’t happen, but that it did.

A Fiction Agreed Upon

So the best way to tell it is through suspension of belief:

You and I agree to pretend this never happened, so we can get this story told.

So yeah. If we’re okay calling history a lie agreed upon, I’m perfectly fine calling Five States of Unf*ck a fiction agreed upon.

From January 20 to January 2.0

The Five Stages of Unfuck is the story of my redpill journey from January 20 to January 2.0, and what I learned from dismantling an enlightened upbringing, education and conditioning that I had believed in unquestioningly and had failed me completely.

The journey takes 1,200+ handwritten pages. In the year since completing it, I’ve known a peace and freedom beyond understanding, with no wish to look back. I’ve been tempted to burn the notebooks, as there is stuff people in them would rather not know about, and I would rather forget.

But the notebooks— at least the first three volumes—were a Christmas present from my son who wanted me to pick up a pen again. But whose mind— through no fault of his own— is pretty much closed to any advice I have to offer.

Still, it doesn’t mean everyone else’s is. And so I’ve boiled it down for lost boys trying to become men but stuck where I was, like Americans in Afghanistan.

Someone’s gotta go back who knows the way out.

A Man And A Plan

My own unfuck required me to find my way cross five spaces—deserts, mountains, jungles, tundras, taigas.

The plan is to provide a preview of what that was like, so you can determine if this is for you, and make a decide whether you want to join me for the trip back.

At that point Five Stages of Unf*ck will bifurcate into free and paid subscriptions. Some posts will be public, but more of it personal, which I will share it with readers who want to support me in telling it right.

I’ll do my best to convince you.

Finally, life is short. Whatever your decision— join, wait or go it alone— don’t take forty years to figure this shit out. Start your unfuck journey today.

I cannot predict what hardships you will face, what beasts you will slay, what demons you will drive out. Except to say that you will find a way, and you will be a better man (or his woman) for it.

Harvey Oxenhorn is a cybersecurity consultant, purveyor of Malwords Weekly, a journal of predictive linguistics and other fascinating topics, and author of the upcoming book, The Atrocity Algorithm: How the Media Became the Enemy of the People. Follow him on Gettr, Gab, and MeWe @HarveyOxenhorn