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The woke will win

The woke will win—now I have said it, perhaps they will lose; yet I would not be so sure. Even if they lose, as the Marxists lost, there will be a new movement just like them very shortly. That’s because it’s an eternal cosmic war between good and evil. Perhaps that is so—but there is another reason, a reason to do with our civilisation.

You see, the problem is our civilisation itself—even the conservatives are yesterday’s “woke”, yesterday’s progressive liberals really. They cannot be any other: they cannot be any other because we cannot see the stars. What we can see, in our civilisation, is artificial light, street lights and computer screens—and the false stars of Hollywood, people with stars in their eyes. In the last century, Pope Pius IX said that Capitalism and Communism are “united in their Satanic optimism”—I have to say that I agree, though that does not mean I’m a pessimist. I’m not an optimist or a pessimist—I’m a realist.

I only use my iPad on black-and-white mode—so I see the world in a black-and-white way, I’m a black-and-white person. When I turn it back to colour mode to check the exact colour proportions on a photograph, I am always shocked by the garish nursery-like colours that dominate the Internet. The iPad is not much different to a pre-school toy, or some plastic pacification device they hang over a baby’s cot with a ball filled with plastic beads to rattle when the small hand spins it and with a mirror to show the baby what it is.

Of course, all these colours have been psychologically selected—with the tools of techno-industrial civilisation—to keep you hooked; and even the language is played with, in neuro-linguistic fashion, to create a hypnotic effect; hence over the last few years there has been a gerund-ing trend—we are adulting, Christmasing, careering. What the aim behind this language can be, I do not know—though I doubt it will have a positive outcome.

You get the left precisely because techno-industrial civilisation has done away with the stars. The left is religious in its impulses, seeks the lost religion—yet it accepts the premises found in techno-industrial civilisation and so tries to implement, as with Marxism, literal Christianity on earth (there is no other place, we must do it ourselves). When the left says that the right is greedy, destroys the environment—they are correct. Have you looked at a modern city? Have you looked at a modern city? Have you looked at the plastic that is everywhere, gets everywhere—just to satisfy an artificially stimulated demand for a toy that will be forgotten tomorrow; and all to raise GDP?

Norman Mailer said plastic is the shit of oil, and that children grow up with it in their mouths—they suck on it, in their toys. He was right—plastic is the by-product of oil, our cities are awash in the shit of oil; and it will not vanish for thousands of years, just like nuclear waste. And, by the way, take “toys” in its broadest sense here—the iPad is a toy, a Tesla is a toy. Of course, the left doesn’t have any answers—just to nationalise everything will make it worse, we’ll be poorer and the pollution will get worse (if the USSR is anything to go by). They never give up on techno-industry, you notice—they always say solar power or wind power will fix it; not so, if I understand the actual science—yet you notice the left thinks it can have it both ways, techno-industrial consumerism and a good relation to nature.

I could blame Descartes—the idea everything has to be mathematical; and he really didn’t help—it’s thanks to him American cities are so ugly, just grids. Descartes thought it would be best to strip out winding village lanes and replace them with a rational grid—start from first premises. Turns out that is really ugly: turns out people want tumble-down streets that wind this way and that and build up over the generations. Yet it’s not all down to Descartes—he’s just an exemplar. It goes back at least to Plato—he who could not trust poets (out of envy—that’s why, because he couldn’t speak to the gods). Globally, it’s the kali-yuga—we’ve been on a downslope to quantity for thousands of years.

We can’t go back to before—it will be painful, without dentistry, and dull. This is nonsense, most people today work hard to go on holidays, in nature, that simulate how everybody used to live every day—to go on a hike in the countryside, to work with our backs to the sun; and the health situation was not as bad as the propaganda would have you think. As for dullness—the fact is you are overstimulated with nonsense that has no importance to anything whatsoever. Trust me, I’ve stared at a white wall for twelve hours straight—it’s a stimulation.

That is as far as most people will go—people like Ted K—they just say: it would be better, it’s not as hard as you think—actually, it will be like a holiday; a hard holiday, where people die, but somehow with greater fulfilment than now. Yet there is more, since Ted K was still a techno-materialist. There is more: there are powers latent in man, in nature that are so much more than anything techno-industrial civilisation has developed—and are not perverse. If you give up techno-industry, all you have given up is vanity—the false light. The gods are real—the Godhead is real—and the stars are the gods; and this is so for the visible stars and also in other stars, the eternal stars, that manifest at the right moment.

You have forgotten, yet you will not be surprised—not as in films, where everyone screams hysterically—when you see this is real. You will accept it, as you accept the trees and the stones, because these entities have been about you your entire life—see there, in the corner of the field, that is the god of the place. We have forgotten.

It may not be a total accident we have forgotten. For a time, I have played with magic, not illusions—magic, as in Merlin and wizards. That is also real. It is not difficult in itself, what is difficult is to overcome the modern mentality that refuses to accept it is real or merely psychologises it. Since it is not that difficult, there must be people—people more adept than I—who have also mastered this magic; and their aims may not have been benign—indeed, I am sure there is a coven of Simonites active in New Zealand today and that they pull political strings, and that some conferences on “aviation history” are really fronts for magical operations. I could tell you how I know this is so, but to know this you would have to have stepped into this world yourself—otherwise it looks like madness.

I once went to a Catholic priest and—after he had fantasised about birching young boys for a time (unconsciously, though I saw it well enough)—he said to me, “The problem today is that people cannot see the stars.” I don’t think he meant it as I mean it. I think he said it to people as a platitude—I’m not sure that it’s really found in Catholic doctrine, except that the faithful become angels in heaven and the angels are stars. Yet he was right, if only he knew how right he was—well, I could show him. I could show him, if we turned all the lights out—right now and forever. That’s what I’d like to do. Wouldn’t billions die? I don’t know—perhaps. Yet is it not the fact that people today like zombie films because nobody here is really alive, anyway?


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