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Today is this site’s birthday. For twelve years in this space I’ve been writing on the same theme, opposing the rabid globalist-technocratic movement dedicated to the total destruction of the Earth and humanity. The battlefronts today are the exact same where I began: The weaponized finance sector which wags the economic civilization like the tail wagging the dog, and the technological assaults on the Earth and humanity under the fraudulent banners of public health, feeding the world, saving the environment. The interventions of high-maintenance technology never protect, heal, feed, or save but on the contrary never do anything but assault, sicken, starve, rape, kill. Those who tout such interventions out of stupidity or cynicism or cult wingnut derangement always are pure evil in intent and goal.
The onslaught of the worldwide coordinated terrorist mass propaganda and the world-coordinated regime based on lockdowns, aggressive coerced ritual superstition (masks and hex spacing) and gene-altering injections, all seeking their pretext in the phantom “Covid” miasma, is the final throw of the dice. The globalist-technocratic power bloc and the ideological movement that exalts it have launched a 1941-style Blitzkrieg intending to win it all at once through brute force.
We have two basic groups among the elites. There’s the James Bond supervillain types like Gates and Schwab who have fanatical fundamentalist visions of using genetic engineering to transform the physical human species into a “transhuman” abomination. True believers in a grand crusade, leader-popes and the rabid high-octane faithful give themselves a corresponding license to lie about details since it’s “for the greater good.” They end up lying about everything which is at all in contact with reality, and the only thing they’re truthful about is their faith in their fantasy. Fundamentalist Covidian cultism never has had the slightest relation to any physical reality but operates only in the world of mass media lies, police state violence and the grand ideal/belief/vision/nightmare.
Then there’s the much larger group of regular crooks and gangsters who view the whole Covid assault in terms of class war from above, economic liquidation, social control, escalating the police state and shoveling out vast amounts of corporate welfare to Big Pharma, Silicon Valley and other oligopolies. For them the whole thing’s been a combination of the usual criminal greed, opportunism, stupidity and arrogance.
They view the big rollout of the gene-altering injections as the solution to everything. By making these as mandatory as possible they can force the most conformity and obedience while “reopening” economies on a far more corporate-controlled basis than prior to the lockdown-driven destruction of smaller businesses and jobs, all the while ready to clamp down again with more lockdowns whenever and wherever they consider it expedient. At the same time they’ll have generated a permanent massive government gravy train for Big Drug. Of course the drug cartels will make sure all the politicians and propagandists involved are very well rewarded.
That’s their plan. So far the rabid masses not only are letting them get away with it but volunteer to obey and conform. Few have to be conscripted, and fewer still have the courage to be conscientious objectors.
Neoliberalism calculated long ago that mere political dissent is toothless in a modern mass media society, while almost all the dissenters themselves are frauds. To put it in terms of class consciousness, the “bourgeois” ideology won long ago and is the only political consciousness left among moderners.
Sure enough, the moment the propaganda got the right pitch and volume shrieking about a “pandemic” and the chips were down, almost every “dissident” and “activist” ran home to mama and took their place as the most abject conformist. Many ex-dissident scribblers went rabid and rushed 1914-style to volunteer to serve as junior deputy propagandists.
So the globalist elites calculated right about those who have worthless “dissenting” opinions about this or that political matter – when the chips are down they’ll conform. But those who actually resist the physical demands of this totalitarian offensive, those who resist getting injected upon the system’s demand, those who refused to be altered, whatever their surface “politics”, comprise an existential resistance and therefore threat. These are the real dissidents, not the now-proven-fake “political” ones whose actual mode of life long has been pure conformity.
Reality has become very dark. It requires the patience and endurance of the faithful. I have no choice what to write. I hear the word through the Earth and my only choice is to write it or not.
I’ve written hundreds of times over the years in many contexts what we who still are human and want to redeem humanity need to do. We must find comrades online and in real life and commit in a disciplined way to an organized task, toward the greater goal of creating a movement outside the system.
No one was interested in that before and now when the stakes radically have escalated it’s much harder than before.
Once and for all I finally give up on politics and the mass. The best we can do toward the mass is cast the seeds out there as far as possible for wherever the soil becomes fertile. But the main thing needful to do is for dedicated dissenters to find each other and organize for mutual self-defense; mutual spiritual and psychological support; shared social and community life; building back human economy based on local/regional food production and distribution on the basis of agroecology and food sovereignty; and to say again mutual self-defense. We must find one another in real life and not just online, which probably means organizing something online which helps us find one another in real life.
We need our version of Noah’s Ark, which likely will start with many improvised boats forming a Dunkirk exodus. This may have to come before our Normandy day. We know that under these conditions conventional activism is hopeless. We’re forced to resist and evade and oppose and survive an aggressive rabid fundamentalist religious tsunami. In effect we’re already a persecuted sect in the catacombs, yet we have no identity of our own. Like I said above we’re the fragments of numerous former identities now cast out on the basis of nothing but our shared will to survival, community, shared truth, shared freedom and a shared human future. All others have cast these away and now trample them. They envision a rabid future of nothing but smashed atoms amid total omnicide. We must build a new thing, a tight-knit spiritual identity dedicated to living as human beings. This already was a radical idea amid the modern economic civilization. The “Covid” onslaught has rendered it so radical as to be literally inconceivable for the rabid atoms of the mass.
Which I suppose is as it must be, as their rabid hallucination of the total destruction of all human qualities and values toward the goal of the total physical destruction of all natural humanity and all natural life, which means life in itself, is inconceivable and intolerable to anyone still human.
I stood on the sand of the sea. And I saw a beast coming out of the sea. It had ten horns and seven heads, with ten crowns on its horns, and on each head a blasphemous name. The dragon gave the beast his power and his throne and great authority. One of the heads of the beast seemed to have had a fatal wound, but the fatal wound had been healed. The whole world was filled with wonder and followed the beast. People worshiped the dragon because he had given authority to the beast, and they also worshiped the beast and asked, “Who is like the beast? Who can wage war against it?” The beast was given a mouth to utter proud words and blasphemies and to exercise authority for forty-two months. It opened its mouth to blaspheme God and to slander his name and his dwelling place and those who live in heaven. It was given power to wage war against God’s holy people and to conquer them. And it was given authority over every tribe, people, language and nation. All inhabitants of the earth will worship the beast. Whoever has ears, let them hear: “If anyone is to go into captivity, into captivity they will go. If anyone is to be killed with the sword, with the sword they will be killed.” This calls for patient endurance and faithfulness on the part of God’s people.
The Green Man sings of the desert. Lowering his voice to a gaunt chant he evokes images of cities rising from the sterile desert, the desert as graveyard and someday resurrection. He promises a phoenix dawn. You must go to the desert, you must find the desert where you are, build the desert, heat and dry and burn to bring the desert. You must hack and chop and butcher and slaughter. You become the soul of the eternal city, you bring the image of the city floating in mid-air, the image wavering over the sterile desert.
The screen spans the wall evoking a desert, while the images from the screen and the fire in the minds of the viewers meld to bring holograms of desert towers, desert temples, skyscrapers, silos, desert armies, missiles, desert flames surging to the skies, hovering and wavering in mid-air projection of the inflamed brain.
The Green Man tells of the destroyers of the Earth, the great producers, the great bringers. They bring the sterile desert. And the massed people, the great consumers, unto the desert and then of the desert. They won’t be assimilated after death, but the great dessication they set in motion shall preserve their physical bodies, they shall live eternal mummies, the worshiped ancestors.
But only the elite destroyers, the great Leaders of the Desert will be worshiped, and the rest of your mummies will be tossed away as waste. But you shall be honored nameless as having perpetrated the great death and then destructed the great Necropolis.
This is the Green Man’s word on the climate in flames, climate searing and seared, charred and charring, driving the heat, driving the chaos, creeping always toward the dry, always toward the fire, always toward the desert.
I do not recall distinctly when it began, but it was months ago. The general tension was horrible. To a season of political and social upheaval was added a strange and brooding apprehension of hideous physical danger; a danger widespread and all-embracing, such a danger as may be imagined only in the most terrible phantasms of the night. I recall that the people went about with pale and worried faces, and whispered warnings and prophecies which no one dared consciously repeat or acknowledge to himself that he had heard. A sense of monstrous guilt was upon the land, and out of the abysses between the stars swept chill currents that made men shiver in dark and lonely places. There was a daemoniac alteration in the sequence of the seasons—the autumn heat lingered fearsomely, and everyone felt that the world and perhaps the universe had passed from the control of known gods or forces to that of gods or forces which were unknown.
Then I saw a second beast come across the earth.
It was then that Nyarlathotep came out of Egypt. Who he was, none could tell, but he was of the old native blood and looked like a Pharaoh.
He exercises all the authority of the first beast on its behalf, and causes the earth and its inhabitants to worship the first beast whose fatal wound had been healed.
The fellahin knelt when they saw him, yet could not say why. He said he had risen up out of the blackness of twenty-seven centuries, and that he had heard messages from places not on this planet. Into the lands of civilization came Nyarlathotep, swarthy, slender, and sinister, always buying strange instruments of glass and metal and combining them into instruments yet stranger. He spoke much of the sciences — of electricity and psychology — and gave exhibitions of power which sent his spectators away speechless, yet which swelled his fame to exceeding magnitude.
He performs great signs, even causing fire to come down from heaven to the earth in full view of the people. With these signs he is given power to perform on behalf of the first beast. He orders the inhabitants of the earth to set up an image in honor of the beast who was wounded by the sword and yet lived.
Men advised one another to see Nyarlathotep, and shuddered. And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished; for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare. Never before had the screams of nightmare been such a public problem; now the wise men almost wished they could forbid sleep in the small hours, that the shrieks of cities might less horribly disturb the pale, pitying moon as it glimmered on green waters gliding under bridges, and old steeples crumbling against a sickly sky.
The Green Man has conjured the pantomimes of cultural and political motions. Before most of the people became aware of the crisis the chains had been slapped on and all possible motions were collapsed to one, always forward march toward an image of water and green shimmering amid the hazes. Those who could squint their burning eyes now and then enough to clear the haze were sure they saw infinite desert. But this caused no moment of doubt or reflection, for the haze and shimmer immediately would return. More, the image of desert did not repel, only further led them to stagger on. The image went deep because the infinite dead desert is the one and only true faith of the atoms of the mass. And if anyone could think for a moment that the green watery shimmer might be a mirage hovering over salted sands, this too only deepened the allure of the desert.
The Green Man projects images to be twirled by the priests of fire who dream fevers that will engineer the sky and sea on behalf of the beast, engineer the living flesh to fuel the furnace of the beast, inflame the holocaust to explode the beast’s voice into space where it sends men’s nightmares hurtling toward another planet to destroy. These beasts and their priesthood wear the robes of fire and heat as their emblem of the gods of desert aflame.
The second beast is given power to give breath to the image of the first beast, so that the image could speak and cause all who refuse to worship the image to be killed. He forces all people, great and small, rich and poor, free and slave, to receive a mark on their right hands or on their foreheads, so that they could not buy or sell unless they have the mark, which is the name of the beast or the number of its name.
I remember when Nyarlathotep came to my city—the great, the old, the terrible city of unnumbered crimes. My friend had told me of him, and of the impelling fascination and allurement of his revelations, and I burned with eagerness to explore his uttermost mysteries. My friend said they were horrible and impressive beyond my most fevered imaginings; that what was thrown on a screen in the darkened room prophesied things none but Nyarlathotep dared prophesy, and that in the sputter of his sparks there was taken from men that which had never been taken before yet which shewed only in the eyes. And I heard it hinted abroad that those who knew Nyarlathotep looked on sights which others saw not.
The masses sense the self-destruction of their onslaught. They know they can’t be sustained much longer. They sense the coming earthquake. Already they fancy they feel the surge. They feel the ground shake under their feet.
They desecrate their souls to redoubled commitment to the Extreme Energy civilization: Dominion promised by ancient faiths of Abraham, Dominion promised by the modern priests of fire who also still sacrifice at the ancient altar, Dominion of infinite Production as God, Dominion of infinite Consumption and Waste, Dominion of Destruction, Dominion of Mammon, Dominion of Progress, Long Live Death.
They fight through nightmares to believe everything happening is natural and sustainable. They desecrate their souls to rebuilding Sodom and Gomorrah the great cities of the salted desert, so the saturnalia of murder and destruction can continue. As the mythologist put it, they’ll continue “free and wild and beyond good and evil, with laws and morals thrown aside and all men shouting and killing and reveling in joy. The liberated Old Fires would teach them new ways to shout and kill and revel in joy, and all the earth will flame with a holocaust of ecstasy and freedom.”
Their mirage needs to reinforce the sands underlying it. They must believe in collective salvation and collective immolation as one goal. This Father and Son are joined by two-headed Dominion to complete the Trinity under the mushroom fire. Man vs. Nature, Nature as an enemy to be subjugated and exploited by Man, a woman to be raped by science, an automaton to be tortured, Gaia as the realm of Satan to be Reclaimed in preparation for the Rapture/Second Coming/Singularity, all these fundamentals preached by the priests of fire, all one sign of the crumbling existential confidence of the civilization, one castle built on the sterile sand it has strewn beneath itself.
It was in the hot autumn that I went through the night with the restless crowds to see Nyarlathotep; through the stifling night and up the endless stairs into the choking room. And shadowed on a screen, I saw hooded forms amidst ruins, and yellow evil faces peering from behind fallen monuments.
The people sit and watch the show, passively receive images to eyes, hologram sparklings come out and hover, all hi-tech and dazzling even as the screen shows all water dissolving, all green curdling to desert. Some march with older holograms of oil derricks in the desert, others with new-fangled ones depicting the world turned all to desert to be covered with metallic panels, to store the holocaust fires in one big battery.
This sterile desert is not the natural living flowering desert. It’s the desert of salt, of wasteland, the desert city of death.
I stood on the sand and looked at the phantom sea. And I saw a beast coming out of the sea. It had ten horns and seven heads, with ten crowns on its horns, and on each head a blasphemous name. The dragon gave the beast his power and his throne and great authority. One of the heads of the beast seemed to have had a fatal wound, but the fatal wound had been healed. The whole world was filled with wonder and followed the beast. People worshiped the dragon because he had given authority to the beast, and they also worshiped the beast and asked, “Who is like the beast? Who can wage war against it?” The beast was given a mouth to utter proud words and blasphemies and to exercise authority for forty-two months. It opened its mouth to blaspheme God and to slander his name and his dwelling place and those who live in heaven. It was given power to wage war against God’s holy people and to conquer them. And it was given authority over every tribe, people, language and nation. All inhabitants of the earth will worship the beast — all whose names have not been written in the Lamb’s book of life, the Lamb who was slain from the creation of the world. Whoever has ears, let them hear.
And I saw the world battling against blackness; against the waves of destruction from ultimate space; whirling, churning; struggling around the dimming, cooling sun. Then the sparks played amazingly around the heads of the spectators, and hair stood up on end whilst shadows more grotesque than I can tell came out and squatted on the heads.
The masses plumb ever greater depths of existential fear, the Leaders present false images of these crises. The Leaders also fear and reassure themselves with fake democracy and redoubled war. So the masses need misdirection to reinforce the image direction of desert and shimmer.
And when I, who was colder and more scientific than the rest, mumbled a trembling protest about “imposture” and “static electricity”, Nyarlathotep drove us all out, down the dizzy stairs into the damp, hot, deserted midnight streets. I screamed aloud that I was not afraid; that I never could be afraid; and others screamed with me for solace. We swore to one another that the city was exactly the same, and still alive; and when the electric lights began to fade we cursed the company over and over again, and laughed at the queer faces we made.
“If anyone is to go into captivity, into captivity they will go. If anyone is to be killed with the sword, with the sword they will be killed.”
I believe we felt something coming down from the greenish moon, for when we began to depend on its light we drifted into curious involuntary formations and seemed to know our destinations though we dared not think of them. Once we looked at the pavement and found the blocks loose and displaced by grass, with scarce a line of rusted metal to shew where the tramways had run. And again we saw a tram-car, lone, windowless, dilapidated, and almost on its side. When we gazed around the horizon, we could not find the third tower by the river, and noticed that the silhouette of the second tower was ragged at the top. Then we split up into narrow columns, each of which seemed drawn in a different direction. One disappeared in a narrow alley to the left, leaving only the echo of a shocking moan. Another filed down a weed-choked subway entrance, howling with a laughter that was mad. My own column was sucked toward the open country, and presently felt a chill which was not of the hot autumn; for as we stalked out on the dark moor, we beheld around us the hellish moon-glitter of evil snows. Trackless, inexplicable ashen snows, swept asunder in one direction only, where lay a gulf all the blacker for its glittering walls. The column seemed very thin indeed as it plodded dreamily into the gulf. I lingered behind, for the black rift in the green-litten snow was frightful, and I thought I had heard the reverberations of a disquieting wail as my companions vanished; but my power to linger was slight. As if beckoned by those who had gone before, I half floated between the titanic snowdrifts, quivering and afraid, into the sightless vortex of the unimaginable.
Screamingly sentient, dumbly delirious, only the gods that were can tell. A sickened, sensitive shadow writhing in hands that are not hands, and whirled blindly past ghastly midnights of rotting creation, corpses of dead worlds with sores that were cities, charnel winds that brush the projected stars and make them flicker low. Beyond the worlds vague ghosts of monstrous things like Dominion gods; half-seen columns of unsanctified temples that rest on nameless rocks beneath space and reach up to the dizzy vacuum above the spheres of light and darkness, the images everywhere but Earth. And through this revolting graveyard of the universe the muffled, maddening beating of drums, and thin, monotonous whine of blasphemous flutes from inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond Time; the detestable pounding and piping whereunto dance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the gigantic, tenebrous ultimate gods created by the psychotic berserking souls of orcs — the blind, voiceless, mindless gargoyles whose soul is Nyarlathotep.
To maintain a healthy environmental terrain and internal immune system by encouraging biodiversity – that’s an element of ecology and immunology and is the basis of all science-based agroecology and preventive medical practice, as well as most curative medical practice.
The fact that from day one the Covid terrorist propaganda and lockdown assault has opposed this entire proven framework and sought to maximize the opposite, the destruction of healthy human terrains (physical and psychological) through radical aggressive reductive forcible violent interventions premised on sequestration and suppression, was always one of the proofs that the entire campaign has zero to do with science or public health and regards these with extreme contempt.
The billionaires and foundations and “forums” which propagate the aggressive “vaccine” model of “fighting disease” are the same that have fought in the most aggressive totalitarian way to eradicate all genetic diversity in agricultural crops and domestic animals as well as in free nature, and openly strive to do the same with humans.
They concocted the entire “pandemic” onslaught of terrorist propaganda and aggressive social control and police state assaults for a radical escalation of this agenda to the level of a 1941-style blitzkrieg. They’re trying to use the mass insanity they’ve provoked to win it all in one fast blunt force push. (Whether they deliberately released SARS-COV-2 and trumped up its alleged “Covid” pandemic effect, or opportunistically seized upon an accidental release, makes little difference to the overall malignity of the program.)
The cosmic irony, and to the impresarios a feature not a bug, is that this violently forced genetic uniformity will render human populations much more vulnerable to pandemics, not less.
The technocracy program is maximum genetically-altered transhumanism for its own sake, as a religious goal.
I don’t know whether the likes of Bill Gates and Klaus Schwab really want to kill billions along the way as an accompanying depopulation goal, but I do know they don’t care. That’s a price they’re willing to pay toward their hellish vision of New Babylon.
Maybe the thing most astounding to me..
(I admit, after thinking for so long I’d never again in my life be surprised by anything, I admit I’ve been surprised by this global outbreak of mass insanity, by many orders of magnitude the most wide-ranging and extreme in all human history.)
Maybe the thing most astounding to me is how intensely the cultists want to believe the worst of the “pandemic” and with what automatic dismissal, mental lockdown and often venom they regard anyone who tries to bring good news to them: The good news that there was never a lethal “Covid” pandemic, only the equivalent a flu season especially bad for the aged who already were ill, where what mostly were in fact influenza deaths were transformed through massive medical fraud into “Covid” deaths while influenza mysteriously disappeared completely.
You would think people would want at least to consider the case that they aren’t in danger the way the TV blares at them 24/7. Even if they didn’t accept it, you’d think they’d say “I hope you’re right, I wish you were…” But after a year I have yet to hear even a single believer say anything like this. It’s clear they want to believe they’re under existential assault by a germ.
But that begs a question: Is proof refuting this really good news to the cultists, or is it the opposite.
Do the cultists really believe in a pandemic, or is their cult faith actually in the intelligence, benevolence and perpetuity of their globalist institutions?
This is the time of existential crisis, and at this time of accelerating ecological crisis and the great political-economic-cultural-spiritual crisis of globalism’s assault on humanity and the Earth, the Western masses who deep down have invested their entire religious impulse in the globalist technocratic mode of the economic civilization must overcome the ultimate challenge to their faith. The mass paroxysm of ecstatic superstition and abject groveling before the TV and willingness to be transformed into brain-dead mobs avid to carry out any order from any talking head is their desperate leap to hurdle this brick wall.
(This truly is the only organized religion left standing in the West and among all who emulate the West. The institutional assault which uses Covid as a pretext has only forced all organized religious groupings to reveal once and for all what is the real content of their faith. Almost all have revealed themselves to worship only the system and nothing else.
The same is true of almost all who previously identified themselves as in some way political dissidents. Almost all the self-alleged “leftists”, “radicals”, “anti-globalists”, “anti-imperialists” immediately threw down the mask and revealed themselves to be the most abject reactionary globalists, imperialists, technocrats, pro-capitalists at heart. Many of them with extreme eagerness volunteered to serve as junior deputy propagandists. They revealed the contemptible fraudulence which is the one and only real trait of their worthless lives. They especially deserve to be spit on by history.)
We see that this is a vast extreme religious eruption. The masses sense the maximum stupidity, evil, and imminent collapse of all they cling to. They feel the ground trembling under their feet, their necropolitan tower, sprawling ever wider and more heavy with each added story, their inverted pyramid which seemed at the verge of reaching heaven, wobbles ever more profoundly. Their doubts and fears double and redouble, for their precarious selves, their precarious families, their precarious faith in the great global economic project. As always, this mounting dissonance must be silenced by doubling and redoubling down. They must believe in the ever more absurd with ever greater vehemence because reason fails, sanity is exhausted, and only the most extreme faithful belief still can believe in such absurdity.
This is the mass of atoms, the cultural and spiritual body against which the globalist elites have launched a 1941-style blitzkrieg on the global level against every society and every community and every individual human body and every human soul.
They’re trying to use the most extreme brute force to win everything all at once.
The only question is whether and how long the masses will continue to repose all their faith and hope in their own destroyers.
*This is not to say there’s no such thing as the virus SARS-COV-2 that either negligently escaped from a bioweapons lab or was deliberately released, or that this bioweapon doesn’t cause an illness dubbed Covid-19. I’m still agnostic about that. It’s possible there are some legitimate positive tests and some bona fide Covid deaths. But I do know that there’s zero reason to believe governments and institutions which never in my lifetime have done anything but lie, and I do know that the systematic use of PCR tests is a deliberate campaign of medical fraud. Nor is there any reason to believe in the accuracy of the antibody tests being marketed by the same corporations which lied in every previous ad campaign. The only thing we know for sure is that the actual number of Covid cases and deaths, if any at all, is vastly fewer than the corrupt official numbers. And all this testing, as well as the mass experimental deployment of experimental gene-altering injections, ALL of it is being done on the basis of extreme war profiteering, funded 100% by public money being shoveled out by corrupt governments.
EVERYTHING that has happened and is happening fits to perfection the standard model of massive corporate welfare bolstered by massive propaganda lies. And you’re going to tell me “This time it’s different”? Stop being an idiot.
“The wind blows where it wishes, and you hear the sound of it, but cannot tell where it comes from and where it goes. So is everyone who is born of the Spirit.”
– John 3.8
The same is true of the Antispirit. “Covid” blows where the insane hive mind wishes, you hear the sound of it through the propaganda machine and the terrorized squeals and grunts of the mass. But no one can tell what it is, where it comes from, where it goes. People, almost all of them hyper-aged, become ill but no one knows how. The only place Covid verily is known to exist at all is in a computer model. So goes everything born of the Antispirit.
Those who Gaia would destroy she first makes insane. Even I, long jaded as I became, have been taken by surprise at the sudden violent eruption of mass insanity girdling the globe in a berserk pantomime of globalism itself, the globalism all these benighted medieval masses worship. We see the pyroclastic explosion of the fastest-surging global religion in all history by many orders of magnitude. We see the most all-purging cultural-spiritual tsunami in the entire human experience, the most extreme final convulsion of this most extreme destructive, self-destructive, genocidal-ecocidal global economic technocratic civilization.
They believe the Earth itself including all human bodies are toxic. To me as an agroecological grower of twelve years now who has been writing against industrial agriculture for over ten years, this is a familiar mindset though grossly aggravated and inflamed. The whole “Covid” mindset of an evil germ, a war of Man vs. Nature, the rejection of all ecological thinking in favor of brute-force technocratic interventions, all stemming from a pseudo-secularized modern version of long-running Dominion theology, all this was familiar from day one.
It’s just a monstrous inflammation of the same mindset and practice I’ve long been familiar with in industrial agriculture. That’s part of why I never believed the Covid lies for a moment.
And it’s also why I see zero reason to think we’ll ever see resistance, truth telling, or simple rationality coming from any faction of the technocratic “science”-worshippers. They’re lost to humanity once and for all, and the sooner we rid ourselves of them the better.
In the psychotic fantasies of the elites and their cogs, and the nightmares of the cultist hive mind, we confront a “pest”, a “pathogen” against which all of humanity must be conscripted to fight a total war of extermination, Victory or Death, with every kind of scorched earth, the burning of every village, the radical flooding of every poison, every artificial intervention the more totalitarian the better, to attain dominion over the what the mainstream believes is the satanic land of nature. And thus Satan gains ascendancy over their every insane self-destroying thought and action. Thus once again the devil carries out the Lord’s punishment, scourging the economic civilization’s idolatry of technology and Mammon and its rampage of destruction over the Lord’s wondrous and beautiful creation Earth.
We know the dominion plan is impossible. All the science and practice of ecology, agroecology, genetics and immunology, epidemiology and virology proves it. Biodiversity, balance, judo not frontal assault, all this works. Forcible violent intervention does not. Reductive technological thinking and practice does not. Scorched earth does not.
But their goal isn’t balance and stability or health and well-being. Their goal is extermination. Their goal is to scorch the Earth for the sake of scorching.
They hate the human body. They hate being human.
They hate the air itself, think it poisonous in every way (except for their own industrial air pollution which kills hundreds of thousands every year, their own indoor polluted air; these are normal and normative). It’s only the wholesome air they fear and hate as poison to their toxified minds.
Their minds suffer an extreme autoimmune disease where all reason and logic are turned upside down, every word now means the opposite of what it previously meant, all real evidence is automatically rejected and every lie automatically believed.
The pandemic religion acutely poisons the mind and soul, poisons them against our Mother Earth. Of all the pathogens which have used globalization as their vector, the alleged “Covid”, whatever it is, has been the most successful by far since it’s by far the most successful at diseasing the minds and souls of its hosts even without any physical infection at all but purely via non-physical communication of thoughts, “memes”, spooky action at a distance. It has attained near total dominion over all of Western civilization and wherever this toxic mode of society is aped, and almost all domesticated, “civilized”, housebroken human atoms have submitted to its dominion infinitely out of proportion to any physical harm it has done or ever could do.
Covid verily is a miasma: Not the physical miasma of the medieval superstition to which all of modern Western civilization has regressed, but the miasma of contagious fear and mental collapse, as if the tenebrous black mist emanating from Cthulhu’s portal or Shelob’s tunnel or Revelation’s abyss of Satan had suffused all of Earth’s atmosphere in the insane hive mind.
The mindset is insanity and blasphemy against Spirit and Earth. The mask is a shield and insult against the air itself. The hex spacing is a curse on all human bodies. Submission to gene-engineering injection is a self-loathing assault on one’s own body. Thus they receive the Mark of the Beast and worship the image of the beast.
They are verily Revelation’s destroyers of the Earth. The smoke of “Covid” festers as if it would become the Bible’s smoke that rises forever, obscuring all vision forever. It blows as a mental wave through the modern hive mind.
And in the blast of their psychotic self-imagined wind the hive-dwellers will tremble and shake themselves and their hive to atoms, and they’ll be gone. They lie and they fear and hate their fellows, they fear and hate themselves, they fear and hate their Earth, they fear and hate their Lord.
And so in their insanity they shall destroy themselves, and finally bring peace for the remnant.