“Naturally, I prefer someone who feels but does not write, to someone who writes but does not feel.”
–Marina Tsvetaeva, Art in The Light Of Conscience
“Narcissist,” “sociopath,” “psychopath,” etc are all contemporary words that compensate linguistically for the removal of the old world definition “the devil,” which bothers modern people, and of course, atheists.
But can we talk about “the devil” even if we can’t agree on “God?”
There are other terms. Rudolf Steiner foresaw the rise of a demonic force known as”Ahriman” who (or which) he predicted would be unleashed in or around the year 1998 AD. “He,” or “it,” would come to us through “electromagnetism,” Steiner said, as it would allow passage for his “perfectly cold” nature.
How can you know what is good and what is evil? Or what is, “Ahrimanic,” as Steiner put it.
I started making a list, feeling exasperated with the latest notion of “evil” among a certain subset, namely: Donald Trump.
(There is always a latest notion.)
Cloudy is Evil,
Clear is Good,
Silent is Evil,
Concealed is Evil,
And above all:
Cold is Evil
Warm is Good.
For many years, in my identity as “investigative journalist” and “writer,” I went after the light of “truth” without knowledge of the consequences from the unseen (“occult”) world.
I fell under a series of “attacks” that were indistinguishable from catastrophic depression–something very familiar to people who embark on serious fact-finding missions, without adequate spiritual preparation.
I have never known how, or whether, to make an account of my journey, or the many close encounters with death I did not, at the time, understand. Like being a child on a storm tossed ship, but being in the bowels of the ship, unable to see the furious seas, or even be aware of being inside a boat.
“Mother, why do I feel so nauseous? Is this thing moving? Can I get off? What did I do? Why can’t I…ever… feel normal?”
You search for your sin, your error. Eventually, over many many years, you begin to see the structure of the whole thing, and how it was designed this way.
“Political correctness obviously dominates its core territory of politics, public administration (the civil service), law, education and (especially!) the mass media. But PC also substantially shapes everything else: foreign policy, the military, policing, the economy, health services, and personal life: the mating game, friendships and even family life.
Therefore political correctness is objectively totalitarian.
Just as with the cruder totalitarianism of the mid-twentieth century, PC has created a population that lives in fear: fear of being denounced and losing everything – fear of committing (or indeed merely being accused-of) a thought crime or uttering a hate fact for which there is no defence; fear of the sanctions which range from social ostracism, through loss of job, financial penalties, up to directed mob violence and imprisonment.
Consequently the mass of people, especially those of status – with power and influence – have learned and internalized the constraints of political correctness, so that it is now something inside us, as well as pressing upon us. The lies, shabbiness and wickedness of PC now permeate our very thought processes.”
Thought Prison: The Fundamental Nature Of Political Correctness,
Political correctness is, as Charlton so brilliantly lays bare, by design, a system of demonizing all truths, inverting all morality, and causing all who seek “reality” to experience being guilty of something the classical moral universe can never identify as “wrong.” He characterizes PC as, “…something new under the sun, never before seen in history,” and “…a vastly more robust and malignant thing than I had ever imagined.”
It’s not a “left-right” thing. Not at all. The battle here is over the actual essence of all life, all truth, all beauty, and all hope.
“PC,” Charlton writes, “does not discover truth–it makes truth.”
Now how do you fight something like that?
The Satanic element in Political Correctness has taken the entire classical moral system and smashed it– all the way through state sanctioned chemical warfare and murder of children. But that’s not all.
It brings it back (even Hitler, even Stalin, could not have dreamed of this) as not only “good” but so good, only the truly wicked need to have it beaten into them why it is good.
As Charlton writes:
“For the PC it is vitally necessary to control discourse, to exclude all hostile communications if possible, immediately to stop them if they break through. There can be no delay – effective dissent must be shouted-down, mocked, vilified, shut-up; the politically correct must switch-off, turn-away, gabble and gossip to drown or silence the hostile discourse; instruct, direct and unleash the mob – then begin again to rebuild the thought prison of PC discourse by their own words, in their own image.”
Right now there are two armies, approaching one another: The politically correct vs. the humanistic.
Bruce Charlton has captured the crisis comprehensively in his INCREDIBLE book, quoted above: Thought Prison: The Fundamental Nature Of Political Correctness.
I pass the link to new allies, new friends. What we share is an absolute agreement that Charlton has got it by the tail. He has got the devil by the tail. And we wonder why we “never heard of him.” (I heard of him only after he was sacked by Elsevier, for published an HIV “denialist” paper some years ago.)
I always want to re-name things, and here is now I would to re-christen Charlton’s masterpiece:
Heart Prison: The Fundamental Nature of Political Correctness.
Learn To Pray
Never realizing what on earth I was actually in battle with, over the years, I became afflicted–with internalized terror, paralyzing self-doubt–all by design. I went down every rabbit hole marked for somebody descending into “depression.” I tried every remedy, swallowed and mostly spat out every medication, tried every form of New Age healing, attended clinics, collapsed into hospitals, and–not often enough–prayed.
Now–finally— I get it.
I am now on the ship’s deck. I learn the signs, the symptoms. At any moment I could become a beast of my own dark “knowledge.” Other people’s “wrongs” identified do not make us good.
Accusation is a tricky business.
Sometimes I wish I could open a Journalism School with the singular motto:
“Don’t Become An As–ole.”
THAT’S the hardest part.
We are traveling through a storm that must be traveled through, not around. The demon world is awakened. Also in our own selves.
Now I can see the storm. I can find words for this.
It was always an “occult” battle–the “debate” (war,) for example, about “HIV” (the most perfectly malicious code against human life ever written) was nothing if not a war of goodwill vs. ill-will.
The pushing forth of the truth about vaccines, which has taken form in the explosive documentary “Vaxxed: From Coverup To Catastrophe,” is an uprising of mothers. (And fathers, but mostly mothers.)
There is no stronger bond or love than between mother and child, father and child, so it follows that the “devil” would strike there, that this would become the final battleground for this civilization. If we lose, we have no world. We have no children, we have no families, we have no world.
We finally have our war. So let’s go.
It’s ok to laugh, even uproariously, even in the face of catastrophe. The demons hate laughter, because laughter is born from incongruity, whereas they are possessed by death and sterility–the attainment of the perfectly terrible.