Declassified is a cult dedicated to spreading the disease of information; the disease whose purpose is to infect and decimate the bonds of ignorance which have enslaved society for thousands of years. Here we offer you everything the global powers do not want you to know. A cognizant population is one of power. Fight for your rights, rage for the light, and don't allow your existence to be subjugated by injustice. You are more than a number. You are more than a pawn, a tool, a resource to be used, consumed, and discarded by the elite. Educate yourself. Get mad. Step out of line.

Be informed.

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Anyone can join.

Declassified is for everyone with the desire to expand and share their understanding of the world in which we live and the corruption by which we are governed; for anyone with the will to dispel ignorance, incite awareness, and become empowered by knowledge. It is a cult for the people, by the people.

"When a deed is done for Freedom, through the broad earth's aching breast
Runs a thrill of joy prophetic, trembling on from east to west,
And the slave, where'er he cowers, feels the soul within him climb
To the awful verge of manhood, as the energy sublime
Of a century bursts full-blossomed on the thorny stem of Time.

Through the walls of hut and palace shoots the instantaneous throe,
When the travail of the Ages wrings earth's systems to and fro;
At the birth of each new Era, with a recognizing start,
Nation wildly looks at nation, standing with mute lips apart,
And glad Truth's yet mightier man-child leaps beneath the Future's heart.

So the Evil's triumph sendeth, with a terror and a chill,
Under continent to continent, the sense of coming ill,
And the slave, where'er he cowers, feels his sympathies with God
In hot tear-drops ebbing earthward, to be drunk up by the sod,
Till a corpse crawls round unburied, delving in the nobler clod.

For mankind are one in spirit, and an instinct bears along,
Round the earth's electric circle, the swift flash of right or wrong;
Whether conscious or unconscious, yet Humanity's vast frame
Through its ocean-sundered fibres feels the gush of joy or shame;—
In the gain or loss of one race all the rest have equal claim... "

- James Russell Lowell