I wonder how many out there truly understand those words.
The needs … of the many …
That means everyone. Not just the ones who you or I would like to choose.
It means people you love, as well as people who hate and despise you. It means giving of yourself, you, all of you, for the needs of the many. Sounds simple enough, doesn’t it? Just be willing to give EVERYTHING for the many. Including you life when called to. Not so simple now, is it?
I made such an agreement a very long time ago. I agreed to give my all for the needs of the many, the ‘all’. That included happiness, money, having a home, and very few people who give a damn. It also includes my life.
OK. I made the agreement of mine own free will, knowing full what it all meant. I could live with it. Have lived with it. Then, the other day, whilst standing at the grave of a very old, very trusted friend and teacher, it all came together for me.
Br. Bruno was one of us. He fought the darkness and the nasties to try and make this world a better and safer place for the many. Few people will ever know this. Even fewer will give a damn.
The needs of the many.
Just as Bruno had sworn the oath years before, so did I do the same. I pledged my life to the many. I thought I had it all figured out. Guess maybe I hadn’t.
As I stood there at his grave, all the years of loneliness hit me like a Mack truck. All the years of being left out of life because of the oath, to give to the many. Even those who despise you and wish you dead.
The time for the final giving is nearly at hand. Some might think I fear it. No. I welcome it. I’m tired.
Yes, this is all going somewhere.
I’m not the only one to swear this same oath. Miranda swore the same, as did several others. I have had the honor to work with a very few of them. Very special people indeed. Who will give their lives, so that you readers will have a fighting chance. Again I say, I welcome it.
Then, there are those out there doing everything they can to make a buck off of others’ pain and suffering. No, I’m not talking about lawyers. I’m talking about those people who are making claims of being “super soldiers” and the altview media who promote them.
One word for the entire lot of you … shame.
You go to conferences set up just for you. Just to spread your bullshit, and for the promoters and altermedia to make a quick buck. Never mind that so many of them have been proven fake time and time again — these promoters just keep shoving them onto a stage. I mean, according to some of them, they’re out saving the world every night and killing as many as twenty ‘bad guys’ at a time. Makes me wonder where they find the time to do these talks.
Talks. That’s all most of it is from the majority of them. Just talk. Not one of these “men” could walk in one of Bruno’s shoes. Or any of the other men and women I know, and have known, who have given the oath to the “Many.”
“The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, or the one.”
Walking that road is very lonely. It eats at you day after day. It means fighting things you can’t speak about most of the time. It means standing strong for others, even when you just need to be held yourself. It means fighting the battles for others when they don’t have the means to fight. It means walking into the fire for others and having no fear of being burned. Even if sometimes those you gave your all for end up hating you. You do it anyways, never asking for their friendship or love in return. Never asking for anything in return.
If you’re reading this and thinking I’m pissed, I am. I’m mad, I’m pissed, I’m hurting and I’m tired.
And I’m done for tonight.
Pt. 2 I am going to take this entire “super soldier” bullshit apart.
Hate me, please. It makes things much easier.