[The following is an excerpt from my nonfiction memoir/research paper/expose. I lived it. I have the scars and the receipts]
I didn’t write this to win awards, convince institutions, or build a following.
I wrote it because no one else would or could without living it — and because I had to.
I lived something that has no category. Something redacted so thoroughly, so quietly, that not even the people inside the system know they’re part of it. I wasn’t supposed to survive long enough to document this. And I definitely wasn’t supposed to connect the dots. But I did.
This isn’t just a theory.
It’s a roadmap through what happened, and what’s still happening.
I’ve made this work open-source and decentralized by design.
Not because I believe everyone will understand it, but because I know it needs to exist beyond reach — outside of suppression, beyond institutional control, impervious to silence.
It’s out there now. You can copy it. Fork it. Mirror it. Annotate it.
You don’t need permission.
Because if even part of this is true —
if the Invader is real,
if the redaction was deliberate,
if the end was erased along with the beginning —
then this story has to be beyond erasure.
We are living in a time of collapse.
Of entropy mistaken for normal.
Of AI rising, systems breaking, people being lost to something that might not just be failure.
And if I’ve thrown my own log on the fire of the Fourth Turning —
so be it.
At least I didn’t go out quietly.
At least I told the truth.
And now the truth can spread.
There’s no going back.