Please bear with me
My regular schedule may be interrupted in the coming weeks and months due to personal circumstances
Last week I wrote about Andrew Tate and some of the reasons I both dislike and revere him.
One of the things I find admirable about Tate is his attitude toward suffering, eloquently explained in this clip:
Tate says that suffering is an integral part of the hero’s journey and that we should thank God for every difficult thing he puts in our path.
My life prior to awakening to my own myriad shortcomings and understanding that the only way forward is through the fire, toward truth, was characterised by intense periods of self pity as I was consumed by the problems I had created for myself, or which the universe (or God… or the Devil) had laid at my feet.
We all encounter pain and suffering along the way – most commonly in the form of loss and grief. One thing I have learned though my spiritual and philosophical journey is that it matters not what happens to us, only how we react.
I am currently traversing one of life’s great pains and the inevitable disruptions associated with this will likely put a dent in my production schedule.
I want you to know that this writing endeavour has been the best thing I have done in years, and I only know this because of you.
Your continued presence here tells me that I’m doing something of value; that getting out of bed each day, staying sober, and producing this content adds something good to this messed up, paradoxical existence.
Without you, I might well be inclined resign myself to my suffering and give up. But you are here and thus I owe it to you (and also to God) to persevere.
I have thus far maintained what I don’t mind congratulating myself on – a regular, once-weekly bulletin. It’s hard work on top of a 9-to-5 and there are often weeks that I lack the drive, or inspiration deserts me, but somehow I find something to offer nonetheless. I do this because of the deep gratitude and reverence I have for you, my reader.
I will continue to attempt to do so through this turbulent time in my life.
However, content may be somewhat sporadic for a short period while I attend to the necessities of sudden upheaval.
I will of course still be around, here on Substack and on X if for any reason you wish to contact me, but my regular schedule may be interrupted for a time.
Please bear with me and trust that Anxiety, Addiction and Ascension will return to its normal flow before too long.
My focus in the immediate term is to resit, as far as I am able, the temptation of self-pity and sense-numbing distractions, and to rise, through the fire, and thank God for this difficult thing he has put in my path.
If I can achieve even a moderately respectable improvement on the way in which I handled the last such personal crisis, then I will have grown.
Once again, I thank you for your readership and ask only for a little patience and, if you are so inclined, your prayers.
Yours faithfully
JJ Dawson
Good luck.
I am a fund of Democrat humour.
How many Democrats does it take to get the homeless black help to screw in a lightbulb? One, if he has a whip.
Why did the homeless black help cross the road? Because he saw George Wallace.
Why do black lives matter? Because they vote.
Why does Uncle Joe secretly dislike abortions? Because they vote.
How did Uncle Joe win the 2020 elections? Because nobody votes anymore.
Sorry, did I say humour? I actually have a PhD in history. (I’ve just traced the family history to Berehaven in Ireland, where I asked an Irishman, “Where do I go next?” To which he replied, “From here? Nowhere.” Bloody IRA.) (Sorry, those Biden jokes just keep coming.)