Humanity Has Been Intentionally Divested of Tribe, and the Anxiety-Reducing Security of the Village

As I was doing some always dangerous thinking and driving late last night, I arrived at something of an epiphany: A great portion of the anxiety, stress, and foreboding I feel on a daily basis would likely simply vanish, if I had a reliable, self-reliant and sufficient, basically trustworthy and loving community of people to belong to. In short, a village.

What sent me down this path of consideration was thinking of what I guess would be my second-biggest fear: my loved ones not being protected should I die. It's silly, in a way, to fear death, because it is inevitable. But what I mean is "untimely death." I don't like thinking about these things, but the older I get, the more real this inevitability of life ending at some point, becomes. And from our standpoint, death can be said to always be a possibility, each new day we wake up.

It's a dark, but sober way of looking at things. And I think it was Poe who rightly said one cannot think of death and morbid things all the time, because one must get on with the business living. Enjoying life. All the same, these thoughts and apprehensions got me thinking: If I were to go now, for example, who would take care of my wife and son?

I have a community here, and a decent little network. But it's not near enough for my satisfaction. The tsunami-like forces of the state-brainwashed society surrounding us, turn even normally decent human beings into unthinking drones and tools of state violence. Most of the "nice" people you know all around you would simply shrug their shoulders and feign two seconds of concern, for example, if you were hauled away to a cage for a non-violent crime. Then they'd forget about you. Take a moment and think about that.

"Well, it was marijuana. He knew it was illegal."

"Well, she should have just paid her taxes. After all, she has kids."

"It's too bad, but it's the law."

Who is going to try to force my son into an abusive school if I'm gone? Will my wife withstand the pressure? What will they do without me to protect them? Furthermore, the draconian laws in this land of Japan, and the mass obedience to them, make me almost 100% sure most folks I know here are not prepared, mentally or physically — or from a weapons standpoint — to defend themselves with the force necessary (potentially lethal) should government encroach further and cross that final line in the sand.

I considered moving back to the United States for a while — though Japan is my real home in my heart — and that consideration was thwarted by the fact that in order to enter that slave farm, my wife needs to receive the mRNA injection. Fuck that. So you see, there is an atomization. I cannot bring my family here to join my larger family in America. Because strangers in government say I can't, and will try to kill me, ultimately, if I try. We float alone here now.

Schools, cancerous consumerism, endless slaving away for faceless, state-embedded corporations to pay endless taxes (extortion) while our children are raised by strangers, render humanity more and more atomized — cogs in a massive wheel, governed by an opaque central hub of systematized violence with massive power. The central hub should be the village, if anything. A globe of decentralized nodes of village community. Self-ownership the foundational axiom upon which any wheels of society should rotate. There could even be mega cities. But that principle must underpin all: I own myself — or it won't work.

I imagine myself dying early in the atomized current scenario, and am overcome by anxiety.

Then I imagine I am surrounded by a village or society of like-minded respecters of freedom and self-ownership, with whom my family has forged meaningful and loving relationships.

Suddenly, my death isn't such a horrific blow as it otherwise could be. The folks around my grieving wife and son can comfort them and love them. There's not gonna be any fucking state agents able to coerce my wife into forcing my son into a shitty school, or trying to commandeer she and my son's resources I've left to them. If they do try, they get killed. By people with actual balls and a desire to live and enjoy life.

Communities such as this are almost a dream these days, as almost everyone — myself included — has been conditioned, bred, and forced to be far too dependent on the state which hates us, and doesn't care ultimately if we are happy or if we live. But imagine the alternative, which exists in small pockets today, and was more widespread at times in the past:

Instead of being three atoms on a vast plain of state-manufactured desolation, surrounded by empty, mask-muzzled hulls of flesh claiming to be human but who have no minds of their own, my family would be surrounded by lethal weapons of self-defense, love, and a strong community of people that are actually alive. Doctors (ones you love and know personally and don't have to run away from) to help when there's sickness. Guns to fight off intruders. Storytellers to show the new generations the knowledge and adventures of the older ones. FOOD. Self-sufficiency. People who actually care about children and healthy living, eating, and breathing. People who play. And who are still spiritual and musical and think critically about things.

Contrast this with the gray desolation of the current atomization happening all over the globe right now — and getting markedly worse every second with the Great Reset surveillance nightmare — and it is clear we are far from the village of community and power — where we need to be.

Of course nothing is perfect. There is violence and deceit and theft even in the most close-knit of communities. But things could be remarkably and infinitely better than they are now.

This village I have described is the ideal I work towards every day. Will it become a reality for myself and my family? don't know. But goddamnit, I am going to make it so or die on the way.

Humanity has been systematically divested of self-ownership, and tribe, because these are the antithesis and antidote to the cancer of statism. As Voltaire said: "It is not inequality which is the real misfortune, it is dependence." I do not care if some town or society is more well-off than mine, as long as they leave me alone to live and work and play and breathe freely. The state, however, wants you as livestock. And wants us all the same: dependent. The easiest livestock to keep is that which has been divested of its natural instincts — its self-ownership, identity, tribe, and power.