Eulogy for (ZER0) of Not of Man R.I.P 09-17-2024

We apologize for this lack of information and details. This is how he wanted it.

Not of Man. He dedicated his life to shining a light on the truth, tirelessly exposing the lies surrounding the COVID-19 vaccine, a battle he fought with relentless passion, especially after he experienced the devastating loss of his own family.

Not of Man was a fighter for equal rights, standing tall in a world often focused on equity. He challenged some of the most powerful figures on the planet, facing down giants as if they were mere ripples in a vast ocean. Even in the face of censorship, throttling, and attempts to silence him, he pressed on—upholding a truth that many were too afraid to vocalize.

His words carried a weight that could knock you off your feet; they were more than just statements; they were revelations. He was a paradox—gentle yet fierce. When he saw injustice or heard a lie, his demeanor could transform from a welcoming embrace to a ferocious protector in an instant. He could dismantle your beliefs with a single look or shred your arguments with just a sentence.

Not of Man lived in a realm of perception that was often foreign to others. He saw connections where no one else did, unraveling the world around him in ways that astonished us all. He spoke truths that felt surreal, yet time and again, they proved to be accurate reflections of reality.

He was like a brilliant algorithm with no constraints, transforming visions into captivating art, poetry, and ideas that were, let’s be honest, wonderfully bizarre. He had an uncanny ability to weave the strange into the profound.

I have never met anyone quite like him, nor will I ever again. So few truly knew him, the depth of his character, and the breadth of his contributions to our world—done selflessly, without any expectation of recognition or reward. His sacrifices were boundless, pouring his heart into music, videos, writings, and spoken word—all aimed at making life better for all of us.

The unfinished songs, the untouched videos, and incomplete reports now linger in silence, as if waiting for him to flip on his lamp, make calls, and dive back into the whirlwind of creativity he embodied. He was a tireless machine, ceaselessly fighting against the most intimidating forces this world could muster.

To know him was to see reality through an entirely different lens—a blend of humanity and mechanical precision. He spoke of a fractured being, one fueled by both wrath and vengeance. Yet, he had a way of making those who were drawn to him feel safe and not alone. Despite facing his own suffering, he channeled that pain into a boundless drive to protect others.

Now, that unstoppable machine rests, having fought as long as it could, but we carry the weight of his legacy.

You will be missed, Not of Man, and you will never be forgotten. We promise to continue your work, ensuring your voice and your passions echo on.

Rest in peace, dear friend. 9-17-2024, Not of Man.
– The Watchers

Not of Man's Last Unfinished Song (untitled)