It’s been practically a year since I last wrote here, and one of the primary reasons is I felt almost anything I had to say would get me banned off the Internet. It seems that speaking the truth, or more accurately, The Vikid Truth is no longer a hobby without its dangers.
Things have gotten a little more serious than I imagined.
I have lost several long held friendships, not out of quarrels, for I am the most friendly of Superheroes but due to steady, unrelenting deterioration and the need for most people to feel normal. It’s been two years since travel was a thing, face to face’s aren’t happening and furthermore, I’ve gone down rabbit-holes that few are willing to follow. Electronic communication is shizer and the desire to feel normal is stronger than the most powerful opiate.
The first of these rabbit holes (though the very concept of order doesn’t hold here) was a spiritual awakening, so bare with me, I’ll try to explain something I’m not sure sure I can.
This spiritual awakening both was and wasn’t, it happened and didn’t happen. Nothing in the world changed. I didn’t see any angels. God did not appear. There were no bells and whistles, no trumpets, no emanations of light or unities with the one consciousness. Neither do I have insights to bring you from other dimensions.
It was more like seeing through an illusion whilst being in the grip of the very same thing. An Awakening that’s a contradiction in terms. I saw that the self doesn’t exist while being routed in the self. Ultimately realizing that reality is not real and that everything that “I knew’ was nothing but a story. That my entire personality was a construct.
Which consequently is… (drum rolls please)… just another story.
I have been searching for Truth my whole life. I would go so far as to say that it was the purpose of my life. I spent countless hours reading the works of mystics, dwelling into philosophy, mathematics, music, art, computing, physics, chemistry, biology, archeology, paleontology, deep histories, etc… only to find that there is no truth there. Only stories.
A good example of this is my study in Computing. My real interest started in 1997. I got fascinated with programming. I read countless volumes on different languages. I wanted to get to the heart of what it was and it lead me down the rabbit-holes of Turing, Godel, Lisp, Haskell, C, Assembly, etc… I started looking into microprocessor design, how chips are made etc… and then, I finally figured it out. I saw the computer for what it is, a directional network in which power = signal, where action = information, and I promptly lost all interest in anything computing. The puzzle was solved. Almost everything you hear about the magic of computers, about AI, the fourth industrial age, bitcoin, etc… is a story.
The same happened for mathematics. Years were spent reading college level math, set theory, category theory, Homotopic Type Theory, Infinitesimals, etc… and then I got it. It doesn’t make you any better at math but I understood it as particular discipline of thought that’s easy to masturbate over. It’s not much better than the act self pleasuring in the guise of ‘seeking truth’.
Illusions dissolved around ‘Climate Change’ - the levels of horse shit being tossed around and fed to the public here is galactic in nature. (I don’t expect you to believe me).
And then one of the greatest, The Theory Evolution (Neo-Darwinism), which promotes nihilism and randomness, dressed in the fine robes of ‘Science’, to the detriment of all that is good and true. (I definitely don’t expect you to believe me here)
Hard facts to consume when you’ve spent the good part of 20 years doing nothing but that.
Today, it seems that the whole of society is in a story, in a mass psychosis. Our modern society is a word game within a word game. People arguing, fighting and going all out over naming conventions.
Shakespeare understood this many a moon ago. It was right under our noses all along.
In Romeo and Juliet (2:2), Juliet says,
“What’s in a name? that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet; so Romeo would, were he not Romeo called.”
Isn’t an “experimental gene-therapy” just that, though you call it something bovine?
Does it smell just as sweet, Dear reader?
What’s it called when you ‘gently convince’ people to take this elixir just so they can feed their children? Voluntary Participation?
What about linking it all globally via digital certification so that you can ‘restore’ the peoples rights to go outside for basic amenities. Is that ‘The New Normal’?
What is wearing a fungus laden cloth rag on your face all day? Is it ‘Protection’? Or is it ‘Showing Compassion for Others’?
When supermarket shelves go empty, when petrol goes scarce and balaclava’d men roam the streets in the name of ‘justice’ - is that what you call ‘Build Back Better’? or do you prefer ‘Equity’?
When you are not allowed to leave your house for months together for years at a time. What’s that called? I seem to have forgotten... is it ‘2 weeks to flatten the curve’?
When you follow mandates and orders that make no sense, is that bravery or are you not just on bended knee?
Ultimately we all genuflect.
The real question is, Who is your master?
And welcome back!
The universe is in control. The awakening is real. Nothing can stop what is coming.