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Stub: The Colosseum, bread and circuses, people watching sadism, animal abuse, meaningless violence, training themselves to be passive to it, suppressing their instinct to intervene, is the foundation for all known corrupt and self-immolating societies. The bystander effect.
 
Stub: The Colosseum, bread and circuses, people watching sadism, animal abuse, meaningless violence, training themselves to be passive to it, suppressing their instinct to intervene, is the foundation for all known corrupt and self-immolating societies. The bystander effect.
Bread and circus is given to the people because they are the ones who need it, our instinct is to be violent animals.
Even lolcows are social sacrifices, it's not a training to be passive, it's a feast.
 
Mankind is trapped in an Illusion. Held captives by our prisoners. We can not see the great citadels of Metropolis towering over our highest skyscrapers. We can not hear the screams from the cellar hidden stairs take us to. We can not smell the blood and burnt flesh from those poor souls sacrificed to long forgotten Gods, in lost alleys. We feel isolated, alone, and try out utmost to stay away from the dangers, the darkness of the city we dwell in.


Some of us experience glimpses from beyond the veil. We have this strange feeling that something is not right—the ramblings of a madman in the subway seems to carry a hidden message, the since long closed down slaughterhouse we pass everyday have freshly bloodstained in front of it, and our reclusive neighbor doesn’t appear to be completely human in certain angles.


By slowly discovering the truth about our prison, our captors and our hidden pasts, we can finally awaken from our induced sleep and take control of our destiny.
 
Mankind is trapped in an Illusion. Held captives by our prisoners. We can not see the great citadels of Metropolis towering over our highest skyscrapers. We can not hear the screams from the cellar hidden stairs take us to. We can not smell the blood and burnt flesh from those poor souls sacrificed to long forgotten Gods, in lost alleys. We feel isolated, alone, and try out utmost to stay away from the dangers, the darkness of the city we dwell in.


Some of us experience glimpses from beyond the veil. We have this strange feeling that something is not right—the ramblings of a madman in the subway seems to carry a hidden message, the since long closed down slaughterhouse we pass everyday have freshly bloodstained in front of it, and our reclusive neighbor doesn’t appear to be completely human in certain angles.


By slowly discovering the truth about our prison, our captors and our hidden pasts, we can finally awaken from our induced sleep and take control of our destiny.
Is it really that some people have us sleeping tho? Or they just try to control the dream to their advantage?
In my experience the majority of the population, even the wealthy ones, prefer to be drifting through a dream of freedom rather than the actual horror of it.
I honestly don't know enough to tell for sure, but I doubt anyone could stop the force of a conscious world.
I feel that it's a bit like the "IT" novel, that in reality everyone is secretly a part of it, we choose to ignore certain things and let stuff happen as long as it's in the dark, and then reap benefits of the sacrifices and turn our heads the other way to the cost of it.
The gears are ruthless but so is everyone, in the end perhaps we are the dark Gods we dread
 
Freedom and Sacrifice-
I've been struggling deeply with the concept and consequences of the notion of freedom for a good year now. I've boiled it down and reduced it to the notion that 'freedom isn't free' and that phrase sounds paradoxical but it's actually orthogonal like most philosophical concepts. What's orthogonality? It's a mathematical concept, picture 2 right angles facing away from eachother to make a 180 degree plane. This is exactly what I mean when I say the rising of the mountain casts an equally dark shadow. That when greatness rises, there is always a consequence to that power fomenting. The darkness cast by the light is the paradox, and that paradox is as integral to life as white and black are integral to the yin-yang sign.

The dualism of life, and it's many encompassing paradoxes, is one of the themes we must note if we are to understand life. Now what does this have to do with freedom not being free? Well, like any power, it must be sacrificed for. One man's ultimate freedom is another man's total slavery. But you can also contain your sacrifice within an internal covenant, to only take what you need, to utilize our understanding and functionality to better sow than we reap, to sacrifice your time and effort now for a greater future. That is how freedom is won. But there's always those that think of freedom as a right. In fact, the same major media companies that would convince the youth to indulge in niggerish behavior also convinced the middle class that they didn't have to sacrifice for freedom. Or even worse, that their freedom can be utilized as a weapon to hurt people they don't like. Vietnam being a primary example of "freedom" going too far.

There's sacrifice in us all the time. We drink water, we eat food, we bathe, we sleep, and through these sacrifices we gain strength, over time. Sacrifice is quite literally in our blood. We generate blood, our blood dies, it goes into our waste, our waste nourishes nature, we bend nature to our will through sacrifice and time, farming, and then that nature gives back to us food. But the notion of blood-sacrifice is even deeper. You can't escape blood, from blood comes life. Ancient religions recognize this, even through strange ways. So they put blood into a fire to lift it up to the heavens, and what remains they eat. Or they drain a bunch of blood into a pit and sing songs over it. Either way, even the most backwater of barbarians recognize that blood is a locomotive for sacrifice. This might be integral to the concept of the noble warrior, and consistent willingness to bleed and shed blood for a just cause. Keep in mind, a baby cannot be born without a great and bloody sacrifice.

Solipsism-
Solipsism is the idea that one is alone in the universe in one's mind. It's a roman philosophical idea, and I think it's brilliant that it arises out of Rome because Rome had so many internal problems stemming from greed and paranoia and hedonism that only a place like Rome could be close enough to the spawning point of such a concept to divine it. The definition of love relies on the ancient paradigm of interconnectedness, it demands that you drop the pathology of society and view your neighbor as equal, or even above you, if you love them. That's what a best friend is, someone you're willing to consistently put above yourself, who then turns around and puts you above themselves, and that lifting eachother up is infinitely more powerful a generation mechanism than the hermetics of paranoia or whatever nonsense anarchists have concocted to excuse their behavior.
 
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Take this with a grain of salt- It's from a thread exclusively asking if there any left wing US patriots out there-
Some of the most pissed off and beaten down people are those who inhabit that shrinking ground of left-wing american politics, to try and remain virtuous when everyone that exercised vice gets rewarded tenfold. To try and remain socially open and open-minded when society is being dominated by the simple and cruel. To try and create when destruction is the modus operandai. It's genuinely difficult. Most of it's purely masturbatory, and when it isn't it's one of the most difficult paths available to you right now. You'll lose everything trying to champion the truth from the side of the socially-conscious when all that we're conscious of, collectively, about society is how much it sucks. When there is a tremendous amount of destructive orgone being given free reign from the top down, and when the creative, something more liberal and left-leaning people embody, is shunted into a system that only has one goal. Circle around the OPEC dollar and not shake the boat of the current power structure. From a centrist perspective, we need leftists. We need creative and open-minded people. We need a balance of creative liberals and controlling conservatives. Otherwise we'll fall to stagnation, because instead of lifting eachother up through noble combat, point-counterpoint, we'll just constantly spite and spit and cry out in dishonorable fashion at how much we hate our perceived enemies, when those enemies end up being far closer to us and our hearts and minds than the people on top who aren't left or right, but an abomination, a globalist amalgam.
 
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They're best friends :)
 
Freedom and Sacrifice-
I've been struggling deeply with the concept and consequences of the notion of freedom for a good year now. I've boiled it down and reduced it to the notion that 'freedom isn't free' and that phrase sounds paradoxical but it's actually orthogonal like most philosophical concepts. What's orthogonality? It's a mathematical concept, picture 2 right angles facing away from eachother to make a 180 degree plane. This is exactly what I mean when I say the rising of the mountain casts an equally dark shadow. That when greatness rises, there is always a consequence to that power fomenting. The darkness cast by the light is the paradox, and that paradox is as integral to life as white and black are integral to the yin-yang sign.

The dualism of life, and it's many encompassing paradoxes, is one of the themes we must note if we are to understand life. Now what does this have to do with freedom not being free? Well, like any power, it must be sacrificed for. One man's ultimate freedom is another man's total slavery. But you can also contain your sacrifice within an internal covenant, to only take what you need, to utilize our understanding and functionality to better sow than we reap, to sacrifice your time and effort now for a greater future. That is how freedom is won. But there's always those that think of freedom as a right. In fact, the same major media companies that would convince the youth to indulge in niggerish behavior also convinced the middle class that they didn't have to sacrifice for freedom. Or even worse, that their freedom can be utilized as a weapon to hurt people they don't like. Vietnam being a primary example of "freedom" going too far.

There's sacrifice in us all the time. We drink water, we eat food, we bathe, we sleep, and through these sacrifices we gain strength, over time. Sacrifice is quite literally in our blood. We generate blood, our blood dies, it goes into our waste, our waste nourishes nature, we bend nature to our will through sacrifice and time, farming, and then that nature gives back to us food. But the notion of blood-sacrifice is even deeper. You can't escape blood, from blood comes life. Ancient religions recognize this, even through strange ways. So they put blood into a fire to lift it up to the heavens, and what remains they eat. Or they drain a bunch of blood into a pit and sing songs over it. Either way, even the most backwater of barbarians recognize that blood is a locomotive for sacrifice. This might be integral to the concept of the noble warrior, and consistent willingness to bleed and shed blood for a just cause. Keep in mind, a baby cannot be born without a great and bloody sacrifice.

Solipsism-
Solipsism is the idea that one is alone in the universe in one's mind. It's a roman philosophical idea, and I think it's brilliant that it arises out of Rome because Rome had so many internal problems stemming from greed and paranoia and hedonism that only a place like Rome could be close enough to the spawning point of such a concept to divine it. The definition of love relies on the ancient paradigm of interconnectedness, it demands that you drop the pathology of society and view your neighbor as equal, or even above you, if you love them. That's what a best friend is, someone you're willing to consistently put above yourself, who then turns around and puts you above themselves, and that lifting eachother up is infinitely more powerful a generation mechanism than the hermetics of paranoia or whatever nonsense anarchists have concocted to excuse their behavior.

The programing we developed to survive give us memory but also needs.
Our muscles need to tear down other life forms muscle using our teeth and digest it inside of us, assimilate it to our system, pretty monstrous if you look at it plainly.
And we became as complex as we are by millions of years of this, of organisms eating other "simpler" organisms.

Sweatshops where anonymous souls waste their bodies and minds to produce stuff that is deliberately made to be obsolete quicker so it can keep being produced and generating profit.
This requires labour that is exploitative, and the owners see them as inferior life forms which value and best purpose is to spend their lives serving them.
But we could fulfill our needs and more with so much less, it's just human lives caught and being grind by the gears of companies fighting each other.

Humans may be very inconsiderate to everything else.
But there was one time we were a very vulnerable and sensitive race being brutally eaten by beasts, we had to witness the things we loved and valued as part of ourselves being destroyed and devoured without consideration by impersonal forces of nature, and that painful memory needs to be understood and come to terms with if we are to survive, just as all the resentment we have for what the fathers of our fathers did to each other in the past.

Paranoia is awareness, and in a world that is constantly trying to kill you it's a requirement.
Evolution rewarded the destruction of the different as it solidifies your position in the world

The shame of our ignorance, destroying what threatens our identity, or being destroyed by it.

Love, all love is narcissist, because you can never really understand what the "other" means, they are just caricatures, but at the same time decisions need to be made to preserve and protect your own body and life.
The same way we have to pedagogically punish infants to take them out of the illusion of godhood, the belief of instantly met needs without sacrifice, their cruelty.

In a phenomenology way, we are all the same entity because existence is existence.

How can we understand our insignificance and our divinity in a balanced way?

The appreciation of putrefaction, the release of the individual will and how it's interconnected to everything else.

Carrying a will is heavy, that's why many people find the biggest freedom in slavery, be it sexually, to a institution, or to a God, because to be "free" you need to have something to be free of in the first place.
That's why we are perpetually fighting against what gives us any sense of being "us"
You could even say freedom is choosing an enclosure of preference.

I do believe there are forces, but they don't care as much about the individual as it cares about developing better conduits for the expression of the "Self"

We are also nature, nature is "depraved", the failure to develop a relationship with that is what eventually leads to self destruction.


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Is eating a big steak love?
I feel chemicals I can call love when I'm eating a nice bloody medium rare steak, so is it also love to brutally and without compassion murder animals for us to get it? I think there's the disconnection.

Is making lonely men and women feel less alone and producing happiness by giving them sex, a little relief from their grey lives?
But why do we punish that? Maybe the collective is ashamed of what it is, it's easier to think "well they are broken, a complete different breed than me" rather to knowing that in their situation you would simply be them, because we have the same primitive needs.

An object only casts a shadow when there's light, and going "down" there comes a scary point in which everything is undifferentiated from everything else.
Is brutally beating to death someone you hate love?
We evolved that to protect us and what we love, in our heads using violence against it makes us feel good.

Better tubes or outlets for us to express our monstrosity as a collective, art, sports, sex, violence.
What in the past could have only been resolved through war now can be done with other ways, we have the means and tech to do that.

The people with money can change stuff easier for all the potential they have, but they are, like the rest of us, just ignorant animals, with secret godhood delusions that are nourished by the fact they indeed have god-like powers for the resources they inherited and consider their divine right.
But who gives them money now?
Us of course, and not because we are forced to do so, but because we are addicted to it, just like we are addicted to blood.

Politics are full of two-face psychopaths and sociopaths only because of the weakness of people and their unwillingness to embrace reality, it's just a mirror and vice versa.
I've known people who entered politics and they tell me how it's a complete necessity to be that way in order to advance or even remain in the game.

Sadly the way to understand suffering is to go through it, if you don't it just floats as an abstraction and the people in the dark "are there only because they want to"

Many initiation rituals are basically recreations of "the fall"
Taking you out of the garden of eden into the brutality of the natural world.
What in theory vaccines are, a little of the disease to become stronger for when you have to face the "real deal"
Putting yourself through it actively to avoid having to suffer it passively and unprepared.

And in relation to blood sacrifices to make contact with supernatural forces, I'm aware it has a lot of power, but I don't know why.
 
Simping is a true sin- But that doesn't mean capitalists have any high ground on the concept, I'm afraid to state, because the entire mechanism by which capitalism thrives is embodied fully in the perfect simp. Gullibility and modern business go hand-in-hand. If the capitalist isn't named sex they don't get to complain about sex selling within the paradigm they've endorsed and enjoyed, they just didn't game the field the right way. Because pimping genuinely isn't easy. Neither is actually trying to secure a healthy relationship in this time and place.

To sin means to miss the mark of your target. To simp is to expend the resources you're allotted to suit a mate by listlessly throwing it without aim or direction. The arrow is shot at the target's feet for them to collect; "Thankyou for bending over for me my target, you are so graceful", the wanton archer says as he wilts and pedants. Even worse, females shouldn't have to remember being highwaymen because men encourage it, women aren't the better sex at saving resources, only generating them in the current market, where the fiat currency is completely non-fungible so it truly doesn't take any skin off the nose of the wallstreet executive to throw $10,000 at the stripper. There's no real weight to the currency. If you're to simp at all, express your love like a bird of the sky would. All the options allotted by flight and they still pick out what glitters and glistens over all else. Because that's beautiful. If you want to suit a mate, find her something beautiful, and if she holds on to it instead of pawning it for bad dragon dildos or meth, she just might be a keeper.

I simped before, in my life. When I was in my early 20s I'd take my bike and ride miles to where this girl I knew from highschool lived and would just randomly start showing up and hanging out and giving her gifts. I thought of myself as a proper suitor, and perhaps, for a while, I was. It is quite romantic to bike to work, work a full shift, bike out with food from the diner and travel 7 miles in your uniform to deliver it, without ever asking a thing. But as time went on, I noticed it was rather unrequited, and interestingly enough, in hindsight, I do believe I grew that element of the dynamic myself, with my own missteps. I would share more of my money with her without putting the effort in to make it special or meaningful or cool, to the point where at the end I would go from sneaking money into her purse to just straight up handing it to her with a smile. The rewards her body would provide her mind diminished. I hadn't expressed a notion to grow and save, I had only expressed notions to simp and bleed out resources to her, even with a decreased effort margin over time. As things were taken for granted. I still enjoyed the dynamic but eventually she would just disappear. Poof. Gone. It seems either a real man claimed her or she fell into a horrible cycle of events, either way, the thought of it will always stay with me. In this way, simping is truly sinful.

The devil on the shoulder is the synthesis of the ego and the id
The angel on the shoulder is the synthesis of the ego and the superego
The ego is, ultimately, a hallucination.
The superego is, ultimately, a hallucination.
The id is, ultimately, a hallucination.
None of these things have a real effect on the world outside of how the long-term structures effect your physical body's mechanisms which go on to effect the real world. But the dualism of that hallucination-controlled-material is our cross to bear. We must bear it. To cast it off is to damn ourselves with the notion that our thoughts are a part of the world. Our thoughts are a part of something greater. But the world is paramount to shaping our id, only through lucid living can we cast off the shackles, the libidinal yoke, of a world pulling down the mind pulling down the world. We must fly above it.
 
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so eventually you are maimed on the ground, literally shattered, both victorious and defeated by the game you were playing with yourself.
Aren't we to love our adversary?

I dream of hanging gardens and sensitivity
faggotry and ladyboys with intricate and beautiful body jewelry sucking my dick
femboys hiding everywhere.
20-27 yrs old, flexing and peacocking on clear pools reciting poetry to me while i smoke the dopest dope
a labyrinth of flowers and thorns

"The rising world of waters dark and deep,
won from the void and formless infinite...
...Escaped the Stygian pool, though long detained
In that obscure sojóurn...
...through utter and through middle darkness borne...
...I sung of Chaos and eternal night,
Thaught by the Heavnly muse to venture down
the dark descent, and up to reascend..."
Milton- Paradise Lost


To recreate the primordial darkness from which light was born, corrupting yourself into purity
The decomposition of everything you thought you cared about
of what you believed to be the constitutional foundations of yourself
disintegrating
Your pride fucked by the relentless wind of existence
that makes you realize you are really nothing
That outside your little bubble you are truly "nothing"


“Is this the region, this the soil, the clime,
Said then the lost Archangel, this the seat
That we must change for heav'n, this mournful gloom
For that celestial light? Be it so since he
Who now is sovereign can dispose and bid
What shall be right... ...Farewell happy fields
Where joy forever dwells. Hail horrors, Hail
Infernal world, and thou profoundest hell
Receive thy new possessor, one who brings
A mind not to be changed by place or time
The mind is its own place and in itself
Can make a heav'n of hell, a hell of heav'n.
What matter where if I be still the same
And what I should be... ...Here at least
We shall be free...
...Here we may reign supreme, and in my choice
To reign is worth ambition, though in hell.
Better to reign in hell than serve in Heav'n."

-Paradise Lost

BPD
always seeking base reality, always falling
perpetually and autistically trying to destroy the subjective
to leave some objective
but isn't everything just throwing arrows into nothingness?
when you start dancing with the void
you are just dancing with yourself

Paint it all black, and maybe what's eternal will remain, that which you could not obscure, and instead makes you realize you were in darkness the whole time.

I once read a comment that made a lil poetry on reddit, i don't remember it very well
but it went something like: "time is my friend, i'll sit on his lap and tell him stories for eternity"

Will absolute purity do what it does when it's successfully summoned?
for maximum love is maximum sacrifice
bleeding itself, a love that burns with a violent flare
because life is dream
The virgin that gives herself to everyone
it's in it's nature to give all of itself to everything in an ultimate act of love
Amidst the tears of joy and agony of a red dawn


"Be not afeard. The isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices,
That if I then had waked after long sleep
Will make me sleep again; and then in dreaming
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked
I cried to dream again."

Shakespeare- The Tempest

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None of you are as smart as you think you are.
Who isn't like that lol
If you are not constantly proving yourself dumber than you really are to yourself then you are setting your standards too low IMO.

“Our souls do not change in time; they reveal more and different and opposite views of themselves, just as the prima materia does in the course of its transmutation into the Stone.”
― Patrick Harpur, Mercurius: The Marriage of Heaven and Earth
 
Who isn't like that lol
If you are not constantly proving yourself dumber than you really are to yourself then you are setting your standards too low IMO.
I'm not the one posting tldr walls of pseudointellectual bullshit like it's something profound.
 
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