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My old self died a slow and painful death, and at the start of this week, I emptied my mind of past memories. I committed myself to rising with energy and aggression for the fight. In my journal, where I write things too real even for this blog, I promised myself that, on the days key to the war, I would show my commitment to the war through my action. I emptied my mind of all things except the war, my ultimate strategic goal, my freedom, my happiness.
It is all on the line now, I told myself: My time is now. The glory of Ubermensch Forever begins. I must remember the pain - all of my hospitalizations, all of the phone calls made to keep me alive, the betrayals, my justified fits of rage, all of my enemies that must not go unpunished, all of this (oh-so-attainable) glory that must not go unattained, made all the more glorious by the fact that so many would love to have it for themselves - and hate to see me get it over them.
This week was a huge success. For those who know me, who know where I was this week, you know of the $50,000 - $100,000+ paydays that sit at my fingertips. You know the sacrifices I have made, including not "getting a job," as lesser men would have done. You know what I have fought through, like the sometimes intense urge to quit and give up, as a lesser mind would have done.
I am Superman, the Ubermensch, and this week I fought through a meteor shower of proverbial Kryptonite to put myself in a position of tremendous shih, to use Sun-Tzu's terminology.
For longer than I can remember, I have had a recurring dream that coincides with the music in the video above, and the dream always goes something like this. In the beginning, there is darkness, loneliness and pain. As the echoes of the universe fade away, I see the faces of the men and ideas that have inspired me and given me strength in the moments when no one believed me or even understood me. I see Robet Greene, Dr. HAHA Lung, and the legends they write about - Sun-Tzu, Musashi, Hannibal, King Alexander, Napoleon, and all of the others. I hear Sun-Tzu's voice: Make your plans in the dark - then strike like a thunderbolt! I hear Atilla the Hun reminding me that what pains a man trains a man. I hear Nietzsche urging me to out-monster the monster, lest I be quietly devoured. I hear the scholars of warfare espousing wisdom about flexibility, mobility, guerrilla warfare. I even see this blog, its heretofore unread words a symbolic expression of just how ignored my genius has been.
And then it happens.
The drums begin to pound, the horns to crescendo, and I see bright light, light so bright I can see the future. I see millions and millions of dollars. I see past the diamonds, the Ferrari, the Lamborghini, the boats, the private jets, the homes, and I see Father Nietzsche smiling, an odd sight to say the least. He begins smiling at 1:24, and at 1:40, I hear the mighty, epic roar of a caged beast breaking through the gates of hell from the inside. I look up, and I see nothing by the brightest of white, infinity signs traced throughout. I see the moment of Christ's crucifixion and resurrection, blended into one moment, and I see myself dancing.
At 2:25, above the singing voices of the angels, I hear a familiar voice proclaim: It took 13.9 billion years of cosmological and biological evolution to create me. The end of the this journey marks the beginning of The Legend. When I roar, may the demons in hell tremble, for not even Satan himself can stop me now. May my resurrection illuminate the heavens. From the darkness, I rise into epic glry. Out of the fire, supernaturally thrust past earth's surface - Deshi Basara! The root of all evil fuels the rising fire. Past the moon, past the sun, screaming out of our solar system. Crashing through meteors, blowing up stars, light years upon light years away, all the way into oblivion. To infinity - and beyond!
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