I've had the same experience and was thinking about this when I was typing that comment. I don't really know why I went back to sleep, maybe it was just a coping technique. Like you said, I also had no mentors or a place to ask questions and ran out of material to read that was any value. What was weird is that my brother was the one who woke me back up when I was the one who originally woke him up. I love him and thank him for this.
That's a great and rewarding experience to have such a brother. I have to say, my own oldest brother has been "based" for longer than I can remember. But has a completely different outlook, more "working-class" if you will, always more connected to people that in the US would probably be called redneck, good, honest but simple folks. My other brother held out longer, but has been coming around lately. My mom, though, she was a staunch socialist type, albeit with a good heart, for most of her life. She grew up in commie East Germany and enjoyed lots of the benefits as a low level Communist party member. Last year was her moment of waking up to what is befalling white nations. And it was the bloody Plandemic, which flipped her inner switch. Amazing. Now I can finally reach her with other topics, the Great Replacement, anti-white narrative, miscegenation propaganda, etc.
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