Good Morning all,
I hope this finds you well.
I wanted to send a simple status update to you all regarding incoming content and the reason for my absence.
Unfortunately, my soon to be fiancé, Victoria is experiencing a very rough time in dealing with her gut dysbiosis which has placed me in the role of caregiver, as she goes through the most difficult period of her treatment.
This combined with my full-time leadership and management of Anti-Fragile Fitness has demanded the entirety of my attention with the long weekend of Thanksgiving bearing no exception.
December will continue to be a month of transitions, with a move back to Austin or Chicago proper imminent.
That being said, my thoughts have not been removed from content, with chapters 4 and 5 of “Sleepless” titled, “The Broxton,” and “War of the Soul,” respectively both being in edits.
The piece on George Patton & John Danaher on Speed will be concluded at some point this week as well.
On the recording side of things, there will at the very least be two solo recordings released both on this platform and on mainstream podcasting platforms.
Guest recordings with “I Candidus,” “The Saxon Cross,” “Greater Myth,” “Totally Not Anacreon,” and “Letters From The Ruins” are also taking place in the coming weeks.
A regular schedule for content will resume in the third week of January, when life in business and logistics will inevitably stabilize.
Writing and recording have been dearly missed in my life, and I do not plan to miss them any longer.
There is a threshold I must break in the final month of this year.
Four years ago, a time in New York City destroyed my life in body, mind, and spirit.
It is clear to me now, that throughout this year, I have underdone many of the same crucibles I have previously faced in life and grown my Faith in God through their repeating. Life is cyclical until advancing with God. Only the narrow Path is linear.
Each of these crucibles has increased in severity based on the metric of the damage done in their previous occurrences.
The pinnacle of these replayed crucibles will be that of December, when only the Faith can be leaned upon to shatter the force that murdered my soul before its rebirth in baptism.
My being is changed now, but my psyche needs to understand what my being has truly become through its baptism.
Not much longer now.
-Arthur Dayne