This project always had the goal of fostering unity and community. I live in an area called the Hamptons, a place extremely divided between the have and have nots. I was really hoping the project would help us come together. Now I feel like that person I used to be was gullible and naive. I have to admit, I’ve learned some things that I find difficult to live with.
At the start of this project in 9/14, I knew they were lying about Napoleon. I wasn’t exactly certain why.
I suspected I had been somehow held back but I wasn’t quite sure how or why.
I was pretty sure culture was being systematically destroyed but I couldn’t quite figure out why or how.
I knew the stock market was rigged and that the government was engaged in criminal activity so I figured the bad guys were in charge.
I felt there was nothing I could do to succeed as an artist because I felt I had tried every option open to me. I figured the group that got the opportunities were saving them for themselves.
Now, I’ve tried my best to understand what’s really going on. The truth is so absurd that saying it aloud makes the person relating it sound crazy.
This project cannot bring the kind of unity that I was hoping for because it forces everyone to answer a question: Will you or will you not uphold the Big Lie?
Upholding the Big Lie guarantees nothing to those who will do it. Those of us who won’t - get punished - but it’s still worth it.
I’ve been isolated since 8/19. That’s when organized crime type thugs swarmed my house one weekend to very obviously send me a message. I figured if they want to send me a message like that, this world isn’t really a place that I belong in anyway. I feel that very deeply.
By Spring the following year, the entire world joined me in my isolation. That’s when my neighborhood got 2 months of potbanging, yelling and fireworks at 7 p.m. “for the first responders” - whom I don’t see living in our neighborhood.
The great thing about a prison type environment is that we can learn and get genuinely spiritual.
