Celebrating the 3,000th Reader
How Can You Know I Am Real?
You belong to about 0.03 percent, but that can be multiplied by a 100 thousand, because it’s those who can think will matter.
When I started this stack, I knew I was placing my life on the line (which only a few readers seem to realize), but this was not the first time for me, because some things are worth more than survival. I also wanted to make sure than everyone can fully participate even if they would never have the money to support me and my wife. That hasn’t changed, but you must understand that I have to make money, too, which is taking me away from devoting all my time to this site. Nonetheless, I am spending several hours a day here, and when I’m not writing, I’m reading or answering comments. I don’t write, unless I have something to say that nobody else has said or, most likely, will ever say. But if you are reading this, you already know that. You must also know that many of my articles don’t have an expiration date on them, although it’s difficult to dig them up through the “Archive” search, which doesn’t exactly excel (which is why I place links to previous articles into current ones). Also, you can see that I’ve been consistent from the very beginning, and my writing usually fits into the same interpretive frame. Also, I only publish data and ideas, and you are the one to make your own decisions. Nobody has to agree with me or with anyone else, and civilized discussions are more than welcome.
Normally, you cannot see figures for the speed at which sites are growing on Substack, unless the authors let you in, or you are following them from the time when they start. Substack only intimates that an author has more than a hundred, a thousand, two thousand, three thousand readers, and you are usually allowed to see the numbers, which tend to be more-or-less up-to-date. You can always see if someone has “thousands and thousands of paid subscribers” at the moment. Any author, whose readership rises faster than mine in the following chart (I’ve seen lots of those in the last two years), is either a possibly well-known manipulation magnet publishing “the truth” too little, too late, most of the time also sidetracking people, or is supported from the black budget. If someone is well-known to begin with, they are most likely only used as agent, whether for real or as deepfakes. Of course, the two usually come hand in hand, and anyone with “thousands of paid subscriber” is nearly absolutely certainly the wrong source, which doesn’t mean I cannot learn from them, but only as long as I know how to interpret the incoming data. Without further ado, this is how my readership kept rising since I started on May 6, 2022:
As you know, everything on my site is free, although I offer a couple of bonuses for paid subscriptions, but apart from accepting my book from 2012, nobody has ever taken advantage of those.
Also, I have never called myself a “Dr.” despite that even some English majors have made a killing during the plandemic, possibly by doing so (I didn’t see any other reason in their articles). My two doctoral degrees are math- and linguistics-related, which happen to be more complex than most madical degrees that anyone who pays themselves all the way through, most likely with the student loans that are about to be “forgiven” at the taxpayer’s expense, can eventually receive. However, I am aware that I had to make up for the missing paradigms in both my doctoral degrees, and I had very little to rely on. Consequently, I am finding it embarrassing, when somebody calls themselves a “Doctor,” because I am fully aware of the value of such degrees, and I am convinced that everybody, including me, MUST prove themselves every step of the way.
Compare the growth of my subscribers and “followers” with my “financing” for the last 26 months:
According to Substack, the sweet spot of the “market” was at $7 two years ago, and placing the begging inserts into articles increased subscriptions by 50 percent. While I am finding the inserts disrupting and humiliating for everyone involved, not having them in the texts apparently is not getting me anywhere. My whole life is in my articles, and I don’t feel welcome a whole lot.
My current revenue is about $10 a day, which settled at the current level a year ago, when my readership was barely more than half of what it is today. Obviously, $10 a day won’t keep my wife and me alive, but I am still finding all contributions generous these days, when incomes are dwindling or diminishing. It might be possible to amass more support, if I went down from $15/month to $5 or something like that, because potential supporters might feel more comfortable about not sending me “coffees” or turning their subscriptions off and later back on, but lowering my rates would betray those who have been helping me out with the original prices, which I figured had to reflect the absolutely unique nature of my work. As you may have noticed, I usually precede others in my conclusions, my conjecturing turn out to be accurate, and I usually think a few more steps ahead than just about any other source out there. Of course, that requires the ability to understand my writing, and reading comprehension was a dying ability already 15 years ago, at least according to my experience, when I offered my students extra credits for completing exercises in reading comprehension, and not even the best managed to score 10 out of 10 in simple tasks… It also looks like most of my readers are over 60, so some life experience doesn’t hurt, and all this in a world, where the elderly are treated condescendingly, most likely because they cannot operate an iPhone or appreciate hip-hop… So, if I take a close look, about 1,200 readers actually read what I write (which I still consider miraculously high), and the rest don’t seem to realize that it’s unlike anything else.
Another problem is that most people want to be free from the responsibility of making their own decisions. That is a cheap game, just like people buying into false hope instead of placing their hope where it belongs, because they want to blame the source whom they followed, and forget that the dead usually don’t blame anyone, and nobody is here to represent them, except in actions that are doomed to fail.
Subscribers receive correspondence as well, but for some reason, quite a few newcomers opt out of that and do not exactly “subscribe”:
While readers have no access to authors’ revenues, they can always check out donations on “Buy me a coffee.” When it comes to “Buy me a coffee,” “Tan” bought me a coffee ($5) two days ago. The previous such gift took place 22 days before, when EmEm sent me five coffees ($25), and two days before that, I got three coffees ($15) from “Leanne C.” The previous gift goes back to 5/14, when “@northportnancy” sent me three coffees ($15). “Someone,” who often sends me “coffees,” bought five on the same day! I got another eight times $5 earlier in May, and the previous gift dates back to Mid-April. I am sure, you are getting the message.
Compared with me, “Karl,” for one, made about 30 grand (“coffees” and subscriptions combined) in his first month by putting up alleged photographs of human blood, and he banned me and called me an agent and a “person of no integrity” after I asked objective questions about his “cure” in https://rayhorvaththesource.substack.com/p/is-sodium-citrate-good-for-you. Ultimately, his donors are paying for this movie theater:
I guess, multitudes are enjoying watching how others are dying (do they feel superior just by being alive?), which reminds me or Mark Crispin Miller as well, who keeps assiduously posting who died where “unexpectedly,” which reminds me of the way the globalist demociders seem to have always been enjoying taunting their victims even by posting their plans (the Georgia Guidestones were a good example), because the people cannot do a thing about being “processed.” I am no exception. What’s the point in being informed?
Most people seem to be mesmerized by death:
The Sacrifice of the Human Animal
The events that attracted the highest number of spectators in history were… well, you may have guessed, public executions. There is something weird and sick about most humans; they WANT to be mesmerized by death and suffering. On Substack, some of the most popular sites thrive on not much else but on showing faces of people, many of them young and beaut…
Of course, since “Karl’s” first posts, it has become crystal clear to me that examining the blood amounts to little less than the usual compartmentalization that has been so prominent in allopathic Madicine as well as in just about all “alt” sources that want you to lose focus. Among the “microscopy people,” Matt is an exception, because he is genuinely interested and is aware of the limitations of the method. “Sam” might be another, but she didn’t want to discuss any details with me, perhaps because her methods sound a bit esoteric to me.
The whole process MUST be observed and interpreted in a SINGLE cognitive frame before anyone can offer a remedy or even an explanation. Alas, that’s more than unlikely, albeit not totally impossible. There are too many ways to harm and kill off the “useless eaters,” and by now, many of them are already happening all at once:
Many people are accusing me to encourage my readers to roll over, which is a blatant lie. I tell everyone to consider all variables and make up their own minds instead of blindly following anyone else, including me, and act accordingly.
Your job is to speed away!
When I was in my early 30s I worked as a mechanic in a factory that made fiberglass panels. There was an old mechanic that I worked with who, when we'd all get together for lunch and talk about world affairs, would come across so negative about any optimism I had about politics or government policies or the general state of the union. Used to make me furious. I can hear him now: it's all about money, power, and greed. Nobody does anything unless they're getting something out of it.
A decade later when the company was closing (early 90s, happened a lot) he and I were about the only ones left, and surprisingly he opened up about his early life. He was born in Indonesia, and was in his early teens when the Japanese took over. His idyllic life changed overnight, and he spent years in a labor camp, slaving away for the empire. They were kept in pens with maybe 15 prisoners each. They were starving and had dysentery, and when one of the prisoners would die, they would sit him up to be counted by the guards so they could still receive his rice ration.
He passed long ago, but whenever I start complaining about first world problems I think about what he went through just to survive, and I have discovered over the decades since that what he said about greed, money, and power running the world was absolutely true.
People need someone to say the hard things, and that's what you do. Yours is not a Pollyanna substack, and that's why I'm here.
grateful subb here: your writings usually invite doing more reading/research, for which I'm very grateful. one thing leads to an other and so we prod on. currently healing from a major operation I wake up very early each morning, observing the waning moon on its eternal course through the early morning sky (no visible toxic sky-soup, bless their heart!). refraction, perspective, gravity, whatever, it's a beautiful mystery. life's precious.