Guide to Agency: 3

A Road Agent is always armed.

What happens when the fight is brought to you?

What happens when then?

I will not sit on my hands.

I will always defend who I love.

Weapons

Someday someone will try to hurt those that I love.

And I will use everything that I have to defend them.

That attack may not be physical. It may come in the form of words. It may come in the form of lies and corruption. It may just come in the form of nature taking its course and people falling apart. But I will always defend those that I love.

So what are my weapons?

The obvious. Bullet, Bomb and Dagger. But what is more sharp, and cunning than words that will never die? Hope that doesn't fail. Anger that has become my greatest Spiritual Gift. Words on a web page or wheatpasted on a wall. Graffiti art, any kind of art, music, books, movies that have been made subversive by Tyler. I will embrace every weapon that I can get my hands on. And I will wield them.

Rethink what weapons you have.

Take an inventory. Your weapon may be a copy machine, or a beautiful drawing, it may be the lover at your side, it may be the gun in your holster. You were armed and you never even knew it. You had the means to defend yourself from The Beast.

The Beast

Forget John's Revelation.

Forget The Omen.

The Beast isn't something that is on its way in the end times. It is here.

It hides in the back of every WalMart, in the back of every home, in the back of every heart. Each and everyone of us is a part of The Beast. Because we are all a part of a system that allows people to go hungry and homeless. Because we aren't helping The Hermit. Because we don't care, we can't help because if we do than we will lose some of our things that give us the false sense of Comfort that we so desire.

And the Beast enslaves us. It tells us that we can't be happy until we have what it tells us to have. This is a lie that I buy into. This is a decision that I make all the time. The Beast is nearly impossible to defeat. And honestly there are days when I don't try.

And that is why I have to stay armed at all times. Because The Beast is always bringing the fight to me. It is always telling me what I need and how I need it now, and that I don't have to care about anyone other than myself, and that nothing matters besides what The Beast says matters. This is more deadly and evil than any fairy tale Devil that comes to possess your children for playing Ouija. This is a real demon, a real Lion seeking whom it may devour, and daily it devours all of us.

So fucking fight back.

I'm trying to. Like salmon swimming up stream.

You probably are too.

You may not even know that you are fighting The Beast with every weapon in your arsenal. But when you decide to not cave into your desire for the new car, or the new TV, or the new blah blah blah, you are fighting.

And you and I we are in the trenches together. Trying to make this world some kind of better place. Trying to make this world one where no one gets left behind, and everyone is loved, and has Comfort. No matter who they are. There is no time left to ignore this fight. There is no place left in humanity where this fight isn't being fought. And for us to really truly survived we will have to fight, and keep fighting till every Beast is gone.

I'm talking up arms.

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