I think this is the most frustrating thing about living in [current year] but it's also perhaps the biggest indication that someone is truly a differentiated person in the Evolian sense.
There are only a handful of worldviews that the post/modern machine considers acceptable (though perhaps a few more are being added) and they are all wrong. This was as true now as it was in the 1940s and before.
Some of these worldviews may occasionally get something right, but this is paid for in so many things that are wrong.
I tend to agree with many of the conclusions left-wingers come to for completely different reasons (which of course results in several disagreements about conclusions as well) and I tend to disagree with the conclusions of many right-wingers despite seeing and sympathizing with much of the reasoning which took them to this point. Of course both of these camps harbor so much unrepentant stupidity that it's difficult to spend more than a fleeting moment in them. However, that is a personal failing. The stupidity of others shouldn't even phase me.
In addition, the machine will trudge on in its destruction like something evil out of Tolkien until the ents are awoken to crush it all.
It can be difficult, but I find comfort in knowing that nothing actually happens which isn't in fact Dharmic. The Kali Yuga itself, even as a period where Dharma is weak, is Dharmic. The tiger is not to be slain, but ridden. There will be small outbursts of energies which are more or less Dharmic than others, or belong to various aspects of Divinity, but it all takes place upon the Dharmic wheel.
It was all written. All of this has happened before and all of this will happen again.
All of creation is music manifest. We talk about “vibrations,” “resonance,” “frequencies,” etc. in new age spirituality, while traditional spiritualities have always upheld this. Even in new myth such as the Silmarillion, this is true. In physics, we find this to be true.
Sometimes this is conflated with “word” but the distinction between speech and song is stronger today than it was in ancient times. Even today we say “A Song of Ice and Fire” or “The Song of Hildebrand,” “The Song of Solomon,” etc. etc.
Music can be represented geometrically and therein one can see many of the repeating patterns of the cosmos itself.
In Vedic traditions, and the traditions downstream from them, the primordial syllable of the universe is Om or Aum. This is quite literally a magic word and chanting it during meditation is especially powerful.
Reality follows thought and speech, not the other way around. Realize this, and many windows of possibility shall open.
Nobody really has the right idea today about tribes, ethnicities, or peoples.
It has nothing to do with nation-states. The English are not called English because they come from England. England is called England because it is the land populated by the English. So much modern shitlibbery seems to water this down to meaninglessness.
Likewise, these things are not completely determined by blood or race. In addition, it also doesn't warrant any sort of ethnic cleansing or genocide, by any means.
That being said, nation-states and peoples should be able to defend and define themselves. It shouldn't be a cardinal sin to say Poland should be the best place in the world for Poles to live, or whatever.
Everyone, left and right, are so far up their own asses on this. There is so much blatant retardation you can't even have a conversation about it.
I feel the Powers that Be are aggressively trying to bring about the Christian endtimes from Revelation. So many of their actions seem to line right up with it with disturbing detail. Perhaps the rather detailed Christian prophecy is just as accurate as many of the others. Or perhaps they are simply mistaken. Who knows.
It certainly does suggest a ruling cabal with nefarious intent directs this world...
We're all assuredly familiar with the sunk cost fallacy, the erroneous idea that you must continue with something into which you have already invested. One example of this is what I call the “might as well” fallacy (if this has a proper name, I was unable to find it.)
I might as well finish this box of Junior Mints since there are only eight of them left.
This is an example from my own life not ten minutes ago. It's a trap. You can't undo the harmful or bad things you have already done, but that is not an excuse to do more of them. I threw away the remaining candy like the poison it is.
The point is, you can literally always make the choice to do better, regardless of your past weaknesses. You can spit it out, throw it away, get rid of it, quit, whatever. Just tell it no.
In light of the dark events engulfing the world, I wanted to share some ancient wisdom, starting with one of my favorite maxims from all of Old English poetry:
Wyrd biđ ful aræd.
I generally translate this as “fate is already written,” but there are more layers to it. It also means Fate (Weird) is also fully inescapable. We are woven into it. What comes will come, whether we like it or not.
The Supreme Lord said: While you speak words of wisdom, you are mourning for that which is not worthy of grief. The wise lament neither for the living nor for the dead.
This, from chapter 2 of the Bhagavad Gita, is another in which I find great comfort.(really all of the Gita, especially the first two chapters)
Lastly, one more accessible to modernites:
“I wish it need not have happened in my time,” said Frodo.
“So do I,” said Gandalf, “and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”
I really need to stop looking at comments on normie social media like Facebook. This has absolutely soured my perception of other humans. People are so angry about things that don't actually matter and everyone on all sides is such a hardline ideologue you can't even talk to them.
Who fucking cares how people dress? Who they have relationships with? Who they fuck? Why is there always so much toxic vitriol about this?
I suppose it can feel like this is a more productive channel for the righteous anger we all feel right now with the state of the world. However, it isn't. Bickering over the same culture-war bullshit as always, as if it were still 2017 (just dialed up to 11) will only serve to make us all miserable, lonely, atomized misanthropes.
This exasperates me to no end. I'm trying my best to not let it, but that is quite difficult.
Today is Tuesday. It is named for the English god of war, struggle, and victory, (and also somewhat paradoxically the law and peace) Tīw, whose name would render in Modern English as Tue.
Tuesday is a day to meditate on struggle and conflict, on virtue and the bravery to uphold it.
When it was time to bind The Wolf, he wouldn't agree to be bound without collateral that he would be shortly let out of his fetters. Tue was the only god brave enough to place his hand (his sword hand!) in the Wolf's mouth to assure him thus. Of course, Tue knew he would lose his hand the instant the Wolf discovered the gods did not plan to let him out. Tue was also perhaps the only god he would trust – having befriended the Wolf when he was but a puppy.
Another good story is that of Marcus Atilius Regulus, who, when allowed to return to Rome by his Carthaginian captors, returned to Carthage simply because he said he would. The Carthaginians repayed this honesty by having him ripped apart by dogs. He knew this type of fate awaited him, and yet, his word was his bond.
It is this type of wordbinding upon which the laws which bind humans together are built, as well. When these bonds are dissolved, so are our societies, our families, and our friendships.
Today is Monday – the day of the Moon. It is a good day to meditate on unpleasantness and how it is necessary for anything to have any meaning. Day would mean nothing without Night. Happiness would mean nothing without pain. Friday would mean nothing without Monday.
Likewise, there are always small joys and threads of hope to guide and keep us, just like the Moon on a dark night.
Nature is dualistic; we cannot have the light without the dark. We cannot have the good without the bad.
Hail, hail Sunne,
now rising from below,
Hail, hail Sunne,
shine bright so we can grow.
Today is Sunday. Let us meditate on the Sun's life-giving rays as we regroup and prepare for the week ahead. Let us feel Her warmth deep in our souls as we ground ourselves and place our feet firmly on the ground so we can push off for the week to come.