Saturday I opened a book I received in the mail.
“A Tale of Enyaw” is what it said across the top.
In the acknowledgements were the fingerprints of Project Pureblood.
This included some of the people the author of the book met who were involved in, or tangentially related to Project Pureblood, as well as people from other projects that resulted from Project Pureblood, and people directly involved in the online social network known as Project Pureblood.
I do not know exactly how old the guy is who wrote A Tale of Enyaw, but I know he is young.
It is pretty neat to be young and to have your first published book under your belt.
Like I’m not even sure if he can legally drink yet — that kind of young.
And I suspect there will be more books to follow from that author.
A year ago, I didn’t know why I was feeling so urged to start Project Pureblood.
I didn’t like social media.
I was done with it.
And it’s not like I needed more things to do.
But much has grown out of it.
I just knew I had to do it.
It really burned in me, and against advice that would have made the most logical sense.
Each one of us walking the earth in this era are likely to spend some part of our time in online communities.
That’s the reality for most of us.
We are going to spend part of our time writing comments or at least reading comments.
While doing that, isn’t it nice to at least once in a while be in the midst of friendlies — with not a single troll in sight?
I say yes.
Only ever hearing from retards online can build the ability to challenge superficial claims, but can really dull the senses around depth of thought and earnestness of principle.
Realizing that, I like to make sure I spend a good deal of my time around people worthy of emulation.
Also, in passing, I don’t know what Enyaw is intended to mean, but I have observed that it is Wayne spelled backwards.
While there are clearly many things in this email that I do not know, this I do know: Project Pureblood has been life-benefiting for many involved, perhaps even life-changing for some, unexpectedly life-changing.
If you, in your typical day, are ever surrounded by anything but the very best of people in your life, please join Project Pureblood.
There are really neat opportunities to meet great people — near you, far from you, or all over the place.
You just never know, for example, when a Canuck will pop in with a bit of witticism about Justin Castreau and give a word of insight from a country much further along the road to serfdom.
As I do appreciate the Purebloods, there are discounts for Purebloods on many of the things I do, which more than makes up for the monthly fee.
That monthly fee, by the way isn’t cheap, a detail that some readers of this newsletter squawk about.
But you know what, if you can’t find value in the very special online private club we have, maybe it just isn’t for you.
I pull some money each month out of my own pocket to pay for the network; Purebloods pull money out of their pocket to pay for the network through the monthly membership fee.
Together, we make special things happen.
One day, perhaps, it will pay for itself and I will live off the fat of the land!
But that day has not yet come.
Nor do I need it to. The conversations and the company are just so valuable to me and to so many around me that I am happy to make this investment, even if it might not make the most business sense.
As for right now, what we have is an amazing group of people that just like to have a good place online to go.
To some it is like going to Cheers — where everybody knows your name.
They crack open a beer or grab an aqua fresca and sit back and enjoy the conversation.
Others treat it more like a library and come for study and research.
Where else will you find vehement battles on the idiocy of claiming there are nanobots in shots, what to do with a vaxxed spouse, or how to handle the next visit to the doctor?
If you like nanobot arguments, you might really benefit from taking a look at one of those debates.
And it’s not just that: we always seem to be getting into passionate and informed talks about the latest stuff.
While we all agree that the jabs are crap, there’s plenty more we disagree on. That makes for amazing starting points.
And again — I still don’t know what A Tale of Enyaw is but I know that part of it came out of the neat people mentioned in the acknowledgements and like Project Pureblood, part of it came out of the most important mention in the acknowledgements.
I invite you to go find the book and read the acknowledgements if you want to decipher that riddle.
Anyway, if you want to be part of Project Pureblood, you’ve got until 11:59 pm Pacific on Sunday, October 8 to get in.
After that, doors close for the month and once they reopen, I’ll probably have bumped up the price a little more. ( Bidenflation.)
So lock in your price — which isn’t cheap.
And get in this cool crew.
Deliver your Pureblood Pledge — yes, we’ve got a pledge.
Wednesday you can even join in on your first live meeting at 4:30pm Pacific if you so choose.
Okay. Enough blabber. This email is getting flabby with blabber.
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Allan Stevo