"I might be the worse communicator in the world. On top of perhaps being the worst activist in the world and you have a deadly 1 -2 punch of unending failure.
I know, not the best opening paragraph to try to enroll everyone you know into a dynamic Planetary Guardian mission. But if you understand the first paragraph you will understand why." Captain Sweep pondered after he wrote these first two paragraphs. Hit them with deep honesty first and then deliver the ask. He nodded his head very significantly as if he was actually being watched by some hidden camera that actually was in his own camera. CSIS had been monitoring his every move ever since he joined the Rainforest Flying Squad, the Facebook group for the blockaders attempting to protect Fairy Creek. Agent Misty Davenport who had pulled the dredging duty of the morning shift raised her eyebrows. Was he talking to her? How did he know she was MONITORING his Facebook stream? He knew many things ever since the Gene Key 43 GIft had been activated mysteriously in the forest. INSIGHT was the reward. And remarkable INSIGHTS had started to flow to him in mysterious ways. Like knowing the moment that CSIS had activated their tracking program on him. He had said to himself , "About time they took me seriously" he had thought to himself again...and again. Did he know he repeated himself? wondered Misty to herself just as he wrote it. 'That's is very weird' thought Misty, again just as he wrote it down on his Facebook stream. They both thought about the opening scene in the Matrix at the exact same time and only realizing it again once Capt Sweep wrote it down in his story. Misty's eyeballs almost popped out of her head. She stopped looking at the screen and went to attend to other matters. This was definitely too much outside her COMFORT ZONE. Captain Sweep smiled to himself. Certain STORYTELLERS have super powers to create reality as they speak or write their story. But most would not believe it. Those that do actively participate in the story. That was at the heart of the Very Secret Plan. The more you believed the story, tracked it, and participated in it...the more you became apart of the plan. It was a living story. It was a plan in action held together by the structure in Sweeps mind and his growing ability to tell the story in his expression. Or so he thought. And so it is. Or was. Anyway, Sweep was pleased because he had lost his storytelling powers to another trapping mechanism of the notorious Nemesis Program. But now they were back! Much to the demise of the Frickin Nutballs. He started to map out the 3.1 Research Team roles of the Old Growth Forest Protection Coalition This was a big missing part of the web site strategy. The role definition on the synergy teams. One of the hundreds of things that needed doing. First Officer Kyle Elliott Kilgour 'trigger happy' Heil messaged Captain Sweep. His sword was busted. Again. How could you hope to win a battle without working swords? Spy Cat looked at the screen dispassionately. Kyle busted his sword - again. Humans were so predictable. They like gadgets. They break gadgets. They get new gadgets.
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