0.5 Why Is This Day Different From All Other Days?
Journey to January 2.0 Launches January 20 Here on 5SUF
Previously: 0.4 That’s My Soul Up There— because how could love ever end without casualties?
January 20: A day that you live.
Again. And again. For forty years. Why that number kept tolling in my head—
As I stood listening to the news of the hijacking,
As I read the letter saying goodbye,
As I sat in the seat from which we had been forever parted,
As I lay on the gurney waiting to be lifted to the chopper,
—I would never know, and could not have possibly known.
Until today.
On all other days we bury our dead.
Why, on this day, do they rise?
On all other days we forgive our debtors.
Why, on this day, do we forget?
On all other days we dress ourselves in chains.
Why, on this day, do we go free?
Sometimes it takes forty years to understand why some things take forty years.
Like for a decimal to move.
January 2.0: A day that is different
From all other days
On this day, the rejection completes
On this day, the resonance begins.
On this day, the story resumes.
Forty years— to the day.
And on this day The Five Stages of Unfuck forks
Into those ready to take the journey there and back again
And those who-- for now-- will see us off.
Premium Channel— Journey to January 2.0— starts January 20, right here on 5SUF!
If the last person you want to meet when it’s too late is the man or woman living your destiny, you might want to join us.
Because, it turns out, there was more going on here than bad a case of One-itis. A whole lot more.
Worst you’ll do is pick up a few tips and tricks for making your own trek back.
Asking for your buy-in.
Because we are returning to a far country to free a part of you that’s been held hostage for a very long time—the person you were born to become. Over landscapes we all prefer not to revisit. Which many of us have managed to convince ourselves we were never in at all. A kind of suspension of belief that allows us-- even if we cannot forgive ourselves-- to forget and move on.
Which is not a bad thing, except when one day continues to outlive all other days, despite our best efforts to bury, rationalize or narcotize it.
That's when you have to admit you‘ve got a problem, and seek help from qualified professionals. Or wrestle with angels until you can blackmail a blessing.
Cheapest Way to Unfuck
I chose to wrestle, thinking it would be cheaper. And it was. But the outcome was more costly. Instead of things you are not proud to talk about, you’ve got things you are not permitted to tell. Because some things are just beyond understanding.
Which has more to do with people’s upbringing, education, and conditioning than it does with their IQ or Emotional Intelligence. I've tried this out on a variety of audiences, and it's like Paul preaching to the Athenians. You're not even at the one-minute mark, and you can see it in their eyes—breakers starting to trip and lights going out.
But while people may scoff, disbelieve, or become hostile, they are still desperate to unfuck from their own pasts and from the futuristic shitshow our elites are turning this planet into. And skip the lines at Yesterdayland, where the one percent forever laughs all the way to the bank.
And this is one way to do it.
Hang On To Your Disbelief, Lose Your Myths
So I am not asking you to believe what I am about to tell you. That would be unreasonable.
In fact I’m going to ask that you suspend belief, so the story can get told without shame or loss for words. And then ask yourself,
How would my world change if something like this happened to me?
Because it can. If you are willing to wrestle with the myths that have made you, and blackmail your own blessing before dawn.
Good manners don't cost nothing
So they say. But good advice, good courage, good fellowship, and good writing do.
That's what your subscription to premium channel Journey to January 2.0 supports. Along with some good old-fashioned trust among strangers. And my continued ability to generate free content to inspire a small but growing Army of the Unfucked.
Think it over.
The Five Stages of Unfuck launches Journey to January 2.0 this January 20.
A day that will be different from all other days.
Look for announcements.
Hope you can join.
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Harvey Oxenhorn, is a cybersecurity consultant, author of The Five Stages of Unf*ck, Red Pill Journey to January 2.0. for the millions of men mangled by years of unchecked and unquestioned feminism, globalism, and Woke. He is also founder of Malwords Weekly, 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
Harvey, I came across your stack via Naomi Wolf. I was intrigued by the title of this series and transfixed once I started. I’ve read the whole series in the last hour or so and was blown away by the content. What a story!
No coincidences... I lost a relationship just over a year ago in dramatic fashion. Every day since I have struggled with trying to right the wrongs, rationalize, understand, grieve, deflect, blame etc. My greatest fear is that she is “the one who got away” and I will forever be left to wonder and pick up the pieces. I am in desperate need of unfucking and very much looking forward to January 2.0.