I have this feeling, the world has become so much stranger over the last 20 years. The wards that anchor our conventional reality, are failing.
Maybe this is the historical basis for many of our folk tales and legends. A time of monsters is upon us, lets ponder: 🧵
Maybe this is the historical basis for many of our folk tales and legends. A time of monsters is upon us, lets ponder: 🧵
It's readily apparent that something is wrong. Society is becoming unrecognizable at an increasingly expeditious rate. It feels as if something badly bent finally broke, unleashing unchecked and rapid change at a whiplash pace.
A malevolent magnetism pulls the weak, the vulnerable, the ruthless, and the predatory towards the darkness. Up is down, male is female, good is evil, faith is blasphemy, and beauty is ugly. We are living through a pole shift of malign inversion.
Transgression is worship, innocence is a target, corruption a goal. As a civilization we are largely descending into something debased and subhuman. A runaway train with ignoble conductors who threaten violence if you so much as look nervously at the brake lever.
Careening into the dark, one can't help but consider that the inversion specifically seeks to shit test those who disagree, to drag as many into the darkness as possible. The darker it gets, the further we fall, as our momentum pushes us further into depravity & shamelessness.
Our women are becoming barren whores, our men into catty low testosterone vipers of perpetual adolescence. Like hogs at the trough of synthetic sex and attention, they gorge themselves on porn and social media, yet they never feel full.
The world is changing, and we are changing with it. With Weimarization comes Goblinization. Phenotypes of old such as goblins and fey slowly return. The void beckons greedily. Mutation, nutrition, costume, body modification, making us appear less human. The Shadowrun timeline?
What horrors await us? Perhaps the monsters of old were real, in times such as this when the barrier between this world and others is at its weakest. Perhaps we need to question history itself. We know our masters lie compulsively. We watch them reshape our history right now.
en.wikipedia.org Myths and legends become bold, tricksters come out of hiding. The world returns to the mean, a dark place of mysteries, horrors, and wonder.
We once again become prey to be fed upon by things we don't begin to understand. A secret world of witch cults, succubi, and monsters.
Wights and ogres, sprites and spirits. If everything is subjective and nothing is objective, then what's stopping us from this understanding? We're adrift in unreality and the lighthouse is fading. Why not?
God flooded the earth at least once already to restore the goodness of his creation that had been tainted by the Nephilim. He then forged his covenant with Noah, to never again destroy the world by way of water.
And yet they endure. Left untended, the garden becomes the forest, and the forest becomes the wild. Perhaps we can't see what is going on because we're in the middle of it. The minds of the renaissance didn't know it as such, but we do in hindsight.
If this rift between good and evil continues to widen, rapid speciation of humans may rapidly occur for the first time in millennia. Those of faith, vitality, and nature as opposed to those of debasement and wretchedness. What did our ancestors endure in the forgotten past?
With such profound differences and ways of life emerging, how different will our children and their children be?
Only through the march of time will we find out.
Only through the march of time will we find out.
Almost forgot these malignant tumors.
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I mean the capitol building of New Zealand looks awful familiar..
A man takes a sledgehammer and walks right into a rural arkansas Benedictine abbey. He smashes a hole in the marble altar, and he takes the relics. He later inexplicably comes right back to the scene of the crime.
As if driven to do so.
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