New Year's Day is one of my favorite holidays. I love the feeling of newness that is not only for myself, but for everyone at once. In the wee-small days of January, almost anything seems possible. The world seems suspended, unknown, and ready to become whatever it will become.
The first week of this year brings an interesting development. Last month it was arranged for me to be a speaker at a conference that will be held in late April. The conference is to be in Nashville. It is to be a politically-themed conference, along the lines of the one I went to in Las Vegas in October. In fact it was at that conference that a small group of us formulated the idea of putting together our own event, which is what is happening.
Since the announcement of the conference, things have been looking good. We have gotten our hotel ballroom nailed down. Some very interesting and well-known-within-our-subculture speakers have come forward to fill out the roster of the event.
Just this morning I learned that I may be one of the emcees of the event. I had all but volunteered to do that. It's the kind of thing I like to do. The lead organizer of the conference, Patrick Gunnels, who lives in Houston and is a Youtuber I've mentioned here in my blog on multiple occasions (and who has since become a friend of mine), will probably be the other emcee. He's the rock star around which the event is organized. The emceeing part is in flux, but I told him I'm up to it. We are working together to create a thematic event that will effectively be a "live documentary" on a specific subject.
The choice of Nashville is Patrick's idea. I had suggested Houston, where he lives, but he specifically wanted to travel somewhere. It didn't occur to me until a couple weeks after the choice was made that it would bring me back to Nashville for the first time since May 1988, during an epic cross-country road trip that I made with a high school friend of mine. The climax of it was in Nashville, where I almost lost my life in a car accident. We were on our way to Washington, D.C. I've tried writing about that trip multiple times, because it did so much to shape my life for years to come.
My own personal drama from long ago seems so small now. I feel like Doctor Zhivago caught up in the Revolution. I've only been back to Nashville once since that road trip, in 2012, and that was just passing around the city on the Interstate. I didn't want to tempt fate in my car, so barely got off the freeway. At the time I was also on my way to Washington, to participate in a fringe political protest. In a weird way this event in Nashville, almost exactly ten years later, is a direct descendant of that ragtag protest, where we screamed at the globalist elite from outside their hotel in suburban Virginia. What was once fringe is now very big. Now there are many millions that are part of that energy.
I've gotten used to the strangeness of life's coincidences that way, or as used to it as one can be, I suppose. I'm always surprised at the variations of cyclic coincidences that life throws at you. It seems auspicious when you find them happening to you.
The challenge of organization and participating in a stage event in Nashville, one that will broadcast over the Internet to the world is one I look forward to. Nashville! What a history of showmanship that city represents! Who wouldn't want to be a part of that?
One of Patrick's messages that he repeats often in his livestreams is that we are collectively "being held hostage by a Satanic theater troupe." It's a sentiment I share, not only from the experience of this moment but from the years of "deep diving" I did over the past couple decades. If that is true, then with God's help let our event be part of the exorcism. Isn't that what theater is supposed to do?
