Your blood and death 🩸
A newsletter about your future.
What’s up man.
Today we’re going to discuss blood and death. Specifically your blood and death.
In 2023 I saw a lot of people die, more than ever before in my life. My grandmother in law, my father, my friend’s baby son, my aunt, then my brother in law.
One after another they died, and smack in the middle of it all my first daughter was born, the one and only Charlotte Dream Johnson.
Like most of you death is not new for me. All of my grandparents are long dead, and I watched my best friend slowly die of bone cancer when I was barely out of high school. I’ve lost other friends since then too, and a handful of speakers from The 21 Convention have died.
Even with those prior experiences 2023 was a lot to take in. I’m still processing.
The death of my aunt hit me especially hard. She was a sweet woman who was kind to me and siblings our entire lives.
I was the only family seeing everyday at the end of her life. She never married and had no children (she was a lesbian Catholic, and no, I have no idea how that worked in her head).
Everyone else just did their “one and done” showing and dipped out. I was driving 5 hours a day for over a week to see her and manage her care as a patient advocate and surrogate. With a 3 month old newborn baby at home.
She got to meet Charlotte once at the end which was cool.
Her death was slow and painful. Super painful at the end. She was a tough old bird that refused all pain medication outside of Tylenol/OTC stuff.
Cancer was eating her alive, and her hip was completely broken. Still she declined. Most people would be screaming from this much pain.
What gut punched me about her death wasn’t the pain she was in that she didn’t deserve, it was the picture of my grandparents by her bedside she kept close. It wasn’t the one seen above, it was from later in their life, when I was young, as I knew them.
Here was their daughter dying in extreme pain, and they could do nothing to comfort their baby. My grandpa died in 2006, my grandma in 2012. There was no one to watch over, protect, and comfort their daughter but their eldest grandson, me.
This made me realize that this may be my own daughter someday. Looking at an old picture of me and Allyssa, and we won’t be able to protect her anymore, long gone, just like my grandparents.
The cycle will continue, and Charlotte’s own future children may have the same fate, etc as history continues to unfold.
If you think forward 500 years into the future, everyone you know and their direct descendants will be long dead. Not even a memory.
Almost every house and building you’ve ever stepped foot in, will be ashes and dust. Every book you’ve ever held, every gadget, every car you’ve driven.
All gone. Time, natural disasters, and man made disasters will destroy all of these gizmos and things after the sun goes up and down enough times.
The only thing that might remain as you know it now, is your blood. Your DNA.
Your great great great grandchildren may live on and carry your legacy forward. The same way you carry the blood of your ancient grandpa and grandma forward from 300,000 years ago.
Part of their souls live on within you.
While my aunt never had children, she recognized quite clearly that I carry the blood of her parents forward through time. The same way my own daughter and her cousins do.
For those of you who haven’t sired children yet and are 30+, you need to get the lead out of your ass. Men have a much larger breeding window than women but it’s not infinite.
If the manosphere has convinced you that having a first child at 40+ is totally legit, you’ve been psyoped.
~35 ish is the tail end of the sweet spot to start. And that’s if you’re taking excellent care of your self, not a fat fuck, sweat hog, chubby chaser, hog hunter, TRT addict, and so forth.
Get them baby batter pies in the oven men.
Destiny awaits.
/s/ Anthony Dream Johnson
