The End of All Things

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The End of All Things

Today marks my final post across all my social media, websites, and blogs before canceling and ending all subscriptions, paid or otherwise, and automatic payments. For a time anyway — and if for no other reason than for myself — I will continue posting only here at gatheringplace.blog. If you choose to read it, only here will you find the complete post.

I do not feel I owe anyone an explanation. Consider this a common courtesy.

Talent, quality, insight, sincerity, and hard work are often not enough by themselves in the current environment. Visibility, stamina, distribution, money, timing, networking, algorithms, constant promotion, and the ability to endure long stretches of little visible return often dominate what gets seen.

There was a time when risks were taken on belief in someone or something important, and only lastly upon its potential for profit. Today, whatever a thing may be, it must immediately prove profitable and continue generating profit over a long and measurable life.

Not to compare myself or my works to my fellow Missouri-born Samuel Clemens (Mark Twain) or to J.K. Rowling of the Harry Potter world, but those days of self-publishing and eventually finding someone who believed in you — someone with the means or connections to help your work be seen, even modestly — are largely gone.

Not to compare myself to the beloved children’s series author, Beatrix Potter or story-tellers of simple truths such as, Aesop or the staples of, the Brothers Grimm, but they each developed a following and I have none. Who would know my love for children or how much I love them?

The writers and ‘creatives’ or the expressives’ (my word) I mentioned, mostly dealt in fiction. Much of what I do is fiction as well. Yet to many, perhaps the greatest work of non-fiction ever written — while others believe it fiction — is the Bible. It took many writers to record the words of its single Author, and even that struggles to be seen, read, taught and especially, understood today.

I too wrote non-fiction and self-published in 2012: RESET — “An Un-alien’s Guide to Resetting Our Republic.” It was and remains largely unknown. I have spent years working on its revision, RESET- Revised & Expanded, a special FREE-B for readers of RESET (I call, light bearers)— RESET-Remedy. Intended for 6 weeks later, was the sequel to RESET, An Apple of Gold in a Picture [frame] of Silver. All of these were intended for publication in 2026 and with the help of two additional editors. While many sought to just sell something for the 250th anniversary of the Declaration of Independence, I sought to connect with us, WE the People. I wanted us to see what has been hidden and to see perhaps for the very first time, who WE the People truly are. I had intended a FREE gift of a recipe and a blend of coffee, that quite possibly, Thomas Jefferson might have enjoyed in the hot summer nights, while writing the ‘The Declaration’ in 1776. This was to coincide, with the pre-order date of July 4th, 2026. I wanted this published on the date of our 239th anniversary of The Constitution of the United States for America, on September 17th, 2026. And about six weeks later, ‘Apple of Gold’.

Talent, quality, insight, sincerity, and hard work are often not enough by themselves in the current environment. Visibility, stamina, distribution, money, timing, networking, algorithms, constant promotion, and the ability to endure long stretches of little visible return often dominate what gets seen.

I cannot promise that this blog will still be open or that I will post the specials I have planned, for the fourth of this July, 2026. You will just have to check back and see.

I have always loved music — composing, singing, playing, and performing — for as long as I can remember. I probably connect most to the old known, Cat Stevens and still little known, Shawn Phillips. There is a glut of musicians, artists, and what some refer to as “the creatives” and what I coin as the expressives’. Not far from where we live is Rochester, New York. For perhaps fifty years, it has produced an incredible number of gifted people in these fields of music, most of whom the wider world has never known.

Proof enough: they too often cannot be sustained.

Talent, quality, insight, sincerity, and hard work are often not enough by themselves in the current environment.

My bottom line is simple: this present environment cannot be sustained. I am living proof of that because, I must now end what I can no longer sustain.

So ominous? So foreboding? So final?

You may think so if you wish. You may call me a coward or believe I simply lack the commitment to see it through. You may think this is only another emotional reaction from the same old Dahni you may have once known and perhaps still think you do — rising like a rocket only to fall like a rock.

But I can no longer sustain what I have been doing for so many years.

Does this hurt? Of course it does.
Am I angry about it? Yes, I am.
But I am also at peace.

I have many things to do where I truly live — for my wife Susan, for our dog Lady, for us, and even for myself — here at The Gathering Place.

All are welcome.

— Dahni

Image rendered by ChatGPT and the artistic Direction of Dahni