I wanted to like this more. Great book actually, just wanted more out of it. Well written and engaging throughout. It weaved together stories that were all too familiar and was cathartic to revisit them through this book.
My parents were into Q since day one, and long time conspiracy believers before that. Working class, anti-establishment, Christian conservative types from rural Ohio. They listen to Patriots Soapbox on the computer with Fox News on the TV. I know what it’s like to have every conversation get steered toward the scary evils of the world and what “they” are up to now. They have grown increasing cloistered and isolated as they age, an experience shared by most of the stories in this book.
I had something like a Q phase. Here’s how it started:
I was a husband and a creative entrepreneur that never stopped hustling. As I spent most of my waking hours focusing on my career, my wife at the time would fall into depression and start seeking out affairs. I was shaken to the core and betrayed, as my entire reality was totally turned on its head. I believe this was part of the catalyst that inspired a quest towards truth. I asked for a divorce and eventually quit my job and to do some soul searching.
The desire to seek the truth became a huge priority for me. Suddenly I was curious about all things paranormal and fringe. Stuff I used to make fun of, but now had a taste for after discovering meditation and eastern spiritual philosophies. I felt disillusioned with the material world as no amount of success or achievement satisfied some inner longing for the transcendent.
During my first year of meditation, I would begin to have spontaneous out of body experiences and learned how to astral project and lucid dream. This dramatically altered my perception of reality, having direct experience with different states of consciousness beyond the body. I had mystical and nondual experiences that proved to me without a doubt that life is more than just the five senses.
Naturally this would give me an appetite to learn more about mysticism and got into new age teachings online. Law of attraction, shamanism, star seeds, chakras, crystals, you name it. I was like wow there’s truth to this stuff. I used to think it was all bunk, hocus pocus magical thinking. So my mind was open to drinking the kool-aid, and it tasted good!
Inevitably I’d find myself interested in conspiracy content. Taking the red pill, baby. The stated intention behind all conspiracy content is truth seeking. I used to make fun of this stuff and hate it when people would talk about it. But now I was kinda into it. If new age spirituality was all about love, light, and oneness, the conspiracy world was all about darkness and evil. I wanted to understand the nature of evil and the dark occult. I wanted to peer into the abyss and see reality, even if it was morbid. I knew pedophiles and human trafficking existed, but I had a morbid curiosity to understand why and how.
Around 2015, I was watching feminist documentaries on rape culture and it reinforced my mostly liberal worldview. I had grown up to be basically a male feminist and “nice guy” and worked in the creative arts and even attempted to become a professional cuddler. Something my dad would cringe over, but I was all about love and healing and empathy. But I had a brush with early cancel culture that left me with PTSD, but sparked my political awakening and adventure into the Alt-Right.
Feminism and social justice were big in the arts and music scene I was into at the time. I got involved in local shows and the DIY community and realized I was not as militant as some of the others. Lots of hardcore activist types that were much more passionate about leftist politics than I was. Heck I didn't realize what we were doing was politics at all. Things were fine until I started to get flak for being a "straight white male" and being scolded about my privilege. I realized that my mere existence was considered bad or a threat, which caused a lot of cognitive dissonance as a guy who felt aligned with these loving ideas of community and getting along.
I grew disillusioned with the punk scene. Some people I respected for their activism and righteousness set their targets on me specifically. They made it seem like I wasn’t doing enough, or performing the right politics online. I was hurt by this and wasn’t mature enough to understand it wasn’t personal or really about me specifically. But their aggressiveness made me defensive. I felt like I wasn’t allowed to have a point of view and I couldn’t be myself, so I distanced myself from the group.
Eventually, after getting into spirituality and conspiracy content as part of my greater mystical journey toward truth, I started sharing some of it on my social media feeds. I got some pushback from some of my former leftist peers who said I was headed down the wrong path. That they needed my intelligence and influence on the “right side of history.” They snickered about me in vague subtweets. I felt like they were making fun of me. I tried to engage sincerely with them, but they just dismissed what I was into as “peddling conspiracy theories.” I wasn’t peddling anything, just sharing what I was curious about.
It is true that their ridicule and dismissal made me want to hide and go deeper into it. I wasn’t doing it for clout or to change the world. I was exploring my own shadow and the shadow of the world. Exploring what was taboo to look at or think about in my leftist circles. I wasn't fully aware of what I was getting myself into or how some of this content has connections to Christian nationalism or Fascist propaganda. But I definitely realized it later on my path.
In 2016, I found myself drawn to anti feminist content. You know, “SJW gets owned by facts and logic” kinda stuff. Stuff that was standing up for men, where up until this point, I was raised on largely anti-male sentiment. One of my favorite bands at the time wrote songs about toxic masculinity and male entitlement. The singer of this band literally told me I was part of the problem without knowing anything about me. I would later find out he was known for being a “scene cop” and burning bridges with other band members. He was the type to always bring conversations back to his pet issues and make everything political. It's the same sort of behavior that is off putting about radical activists. The pressure they put on other people. The sense of entitlement to be aggressive because they personally feel victimized. Their belief they are "punching up" and violence is okay because it feels like self defense. They alienate their actual friends and push people away. The same goes for the radicalized right wing militia types. But their attack on me just for being white and male is what made alt-right content more appealing to me. Finally someone was standing up to leftist bullies.
A light bulb went off that I was inaverdantly in a political war between the left and right. A war that was going on long before I came around. I was naive. I just thought I was a nice kid in the punk scene with an idealistic open heart. I didn't know about Fascism or Marxism or Communism or whatever ism du jour. I started reading and watching everything I could to understand it.
Even though I was into alt-right content for a bit, I knew there was a culty toxic element to it all. But I thought it was kinda cool and fun and edgy. I was into Trump for a short while and was into the “great awakening” and Pizzagate revelations. But I also saw how all this shit just funneled attention and money towards hypocritical and questionable right wing influencers. I wasn’t interested in being a right wing conservative. I was more interested in the deeper quest for truth. I wanted to understand what motivated both sides.
In 2017, or whatever year Q started posting, I was already mostly over it. I was outgrowing right wing and conspiracy content. I was disappointed how all truth and conspiracy content became hijacked by the Trump campaign and eventually morphed into Qanon. I didn’t like how it was dividing society. I hated being online all the time or trying to keep up with it. For me, truth wasn’t to be found in Q drops or on Rumble or Bitchute, but within. It was always from within.
But the drama of the left and right still captivated me. What is the deeper truth and what do these folks really want? Justice, fairness, equality, science. Freedom, faith, sovereignty, independence. You have the duality of masculine and feminine energies and they can be quite easily mapped onto the Left/Right polarities. "Don’t be a pussy" – Rightists, or "Don’t be an asshole" – Leftists.
I always saw myself not just a centrist, but an embodiment of both. I’m both a leftist and a rightist. I’m a human who has attractions to either side, largely driven by unconscious bias, early childhood traumas, or emotional wounding. Both sides have outspoken activists that stand for something really important. But they play into your emotional wounding and use that to offer solutions and rise to power. There’s always an enemy and it definitely can be soothing to listen to someone rant for hours on a live stream about the exact problem you face that you think nobody else is speaking about.
It's bittersweet, but when I was at my peak of interest in right wing politics, that’s when I felt the closest to my parents.
Suddenly we could talk about “what’s going on in the world” on the same page. I knew the references. I saw the memes. We finally could talk about stuff without me dismissing them out of hand. I really enjoyed this time with my folks sitting out on the porch, talking about the latest false flags, psyops, or whatever “happenings” that were oh so urgent. My parents talked about the Bible and I tried to relate it to my own spiritual experiences.
I eventually climbed out of the rabbit hole. Well, more like I went through to the other side. It wasn’t because anyone saved me or that I finally saw the liberal light, but because I wasn’t a fan of the narcissistic personality types and cult like dynamics happening. I saw hypocrisy and toxicity in the right wing echo chambers. I saw the same kind of bullying activist behavior I did in the left. I saw how they made a mockery of truth seeking. I mean, Trump started "Truth Social" - come on. What a joke.
But as I got out, my parents stayed. Conversations would always find a way to Trump or Q, and I’d have to tactfully (not always) get myself out of the convo. Usually by not engaging. I tried speaking up many times but it just made them feel upset or sorry. We tried to focus on just playing games and not politics.
I moved onto to other areas of interest such as trauma healing, and recovery from narcisstic abuse, OCD and CPTSD. This has healthy for me. I do think having hobbies and a connection to others in the real world has been important. I still have moments of doubt or disillusionment, but I am comfortable leanining into the uncertainty and not knowing.
I miss the times I felt connected to my parents. I grieve how I have felt like I have “lost” them to conspiracy theories. It all funnels back to their version of Christianity and Jesus for them though, which is how they were raised. They are both victims of abuse and neglect by strict “fire and brimstone” Christian families. It’s not been an easy life, and they feel largely forgotten in this world that seems to shit on what they find the most sacred. I hope they know I love them and they find healing.
As for this book, I was disappointed that it really only came from one perspective. It tried to have empathy for all parties, but it was always quick to dismiss the content of conspiracy belief as bunk or complete lies or falsehoods. No, there IS a dark underbelly of reality and a spiritual, transcendent element to our existence.
I wish the author would have had the courage to go there. It’s not easy to reckon with. It wasn’t really an exploration of truth – not just facts or evidence, but spiritual and emotional truth behind the content we share online. We all know that someone can share misinformation or skewed facts or even totally made up lies, but there is still an emotional truth the content is getting at. It’s picking at a wound. It’s pointing to a deeper meaning. We get easily swept up and distracted by the content, and we really just need to listen to the honest and vulnerable truth that the content is speaking for. The book did get that right though. That listening and acceptance is a lot more effective than trying to argue the facts or debunking.
Both left and right wing ideas have grains of truth in them. I feel like the author could have explored this but she stayed in one lane, discussing the damage one faces when their loved one “falls down the rabbit hole.” It’s going to resonate for a particular audience, a more liberal materialist perspective who has a solid footing in consensus reality. That's okay. This book will speak more for them.
There was no mention of how “mainstream media” is also guilty of propaganda and misinformation, or how people are at each others throats in a never ending culture war exploiting our basest instincts. Having said that, it did a fine job of telling the stories and I enjoyed listening to the audiobook. It was a compelling read and allowed me to reflect on my own experience and inspired this post.
Thanks for reading.