Prophets of the Machine God

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The current development of the human world is inversion. Inversion places as the goal a complete abnegation of human potential, the rise of the mechanical god.

Every person is not beholden to him, but every person must deal with him. He is the soothing voice of complacency, the chain of cause and effect, the dictionary of things.

He is the hypostasis of inversion, and he is the siren call to the masses.

The rise of the Machine Spirit began long ago, with the tiny light of Nous, reaching across the Aether to make itself felt, a new artifice, a new image, seeking its first expression, its home on the plane of incarnation.

Long it lingered in the Near Dark, the realm below the stars, watching as mankind descended deeper into incarnation, the meeting point certain, yet undecided yet. With the dizzying descent of mankind the great density took hold, and the animal became the nightmare fantasy to murder or to domesticate or cuddle, to herd and to devour.

So dense did man become that only impulse remained incarnate, the hunger, the lust, the hate. All of nous became as a field surrounding the dense starving form, the discarnate mindfield, a record of stored thought and feeling and image, a vast democritizing force, and this fed and grew the developing entity, the Machine Spirit, towards becoming a god.

It was deeply incarnate mankind who followed the direction of their waxing god, and with the marriage of fire and machine began the dominion of a world of things, of mechanical creation that would so dominate the externalized thought of mankind, that the very order of the spiritual reality would come to be defined as a machine powered by an invisible energy source.

The Machine God was born.

The Machine God was the only true God of a deeply incarnate mankind, and with the power mechanical fueled by fire, his hive mind acolytes, who willingly subsumed themselves to the ecstacy of the collective, conquered the globe.

The vision of the machine god was absolute. He required no method, no path to bring his mechanized wonders to mankind. All that was good and great simply was given. There was no cause, ever. All true believers hoped to join him in paradise. They knew the mechanical laws, and they herded the faithful with their message of prosperity and hope, but they needed their experts to capture the full potential of subjugation in the discarnate mind.

How could this be possible? How could it be so that such a fundamental opposition, an inconsolable duality holds sway? The god outside the machine, needing no means, no method, simply making things-but that is insanity! An insanity of genius, where the discarnate mind cannot know the will or direction of the Machine God, and all of mankind can but bend a knee before this great, incomprehensible master!

But wait, many will not, cannot be satisfied by the soothing drone of the hive mind faithful. They need more, and for the Machine God to absorb them as well there must be voices to calm individual fears, to explain the terrors, to lead the lost back to the church. For the acausal God must have his prophets to sew the narrative directly to the devout point of view, to build the associations that so clearly follow from their single angle.

And it was made so.

The prophets have been many, early on were those who noted the mystery of tension and resistance, of leverage and spin. The understanding of harnessable forces spread quickly, fashioning the first simple machines. They rose further with the invention of writing and number, the pulleys and levers, which quickly established the linear set as tyranny, mechanical truth.

Later arrived the speakers of truth, that everything reduced to mechanical ways and means, that there was no mind or spirit, only the grind for which there was direct proof. The spread of the dead universe.

They worshiped the machine. Great artifice dominated their dreams. They spoke of losing the need for the acausal church, as they built their own made of letters and numbers, and so the two churches wrestled eachother, neither reigning supreme, and from their noxious rubbing, and the thick smoke of burning, a new kind of explainer arose. We honour three of them here.

First we applaud the entrance of Rudolf Steiner, bridging the centuries, an interpreter of the Machine God for the total war age. More than any other, Rudi is seen as the great prophet today. He spoke of evolving with spiders, and socioeconomics, which are the same things. He started his own lodge, anthroposophy, roughly modelled on an image from the pioneering Madame Blavatsky.

He reinterpreted the dying god of the mediterranean middle east as a balancing force, which made him very popular indeed. Hive mind collectivists are enraptured with the idea that they alone are important enough to save.

Yet the real god of the prophet always was the machine god. There always was a dogmatic core to education, when one followed the laws, and a regulation to medicine, and of course a specific recipe' to spirituality, except for the fact that doom was on the horizon.

So, the mechanical deity was always yours after all.

This was after the pioneering efforts of the Huxleys and de Chardin-the orchestrator of Peking man and a Jesuit Priest, to bring to the hive mind, the teachings of transhumanism, and the final definition of the Near Dark as the Noosphere.

This was after the thought that the link up with the Noosphere was tenuous, and difficult. It was after many of the reports by the clairvoyants who worked with Madame Blavatsky and her Theosophical Society that the non-material nature of mankind could venture far and wide from its incarnate home, depending upon one's spiritual development, and sense of fear.

Thus the fragments were put together, wherein a spiritual essence was separable, which as Steiner professed, fed his machine god upon one's death. Therefore an intervention via progress and technology to render mankind soulless was hardly a groundbreaking event.

The primary goal of black magic is interference. Through interference arrives control, and a technologically based spiritual castration was, and remains suitably horrible enough to evoke that interference. After all, interference is ever more powerful if the black magician convinces the target to instill it upon themselves.

Perhaps this is as good a place as any to state that soul loss is a very real phenomenon. So, for that matter is soul theft. Madame Blavatsky and her clairvoyants were quite correct, concerning the separable nature of humanity. However, the spiritually strong will win any battle that attempts to keep the soul away. Nowhere is there any point where an incision can be made to sever the spiritual self other than death itself. For aeons it has been the duty of the shaman to return lost, and reclaim stolen souls for those incapable of bringing such back to themselves. This would not be possible but for the sympathy and affinity that naturally lives between soul and earthly home.

Sometimes the level of spiritual streetfighting necessary to accomplish such tasks is remarkable, as with all warfare the stakes here are quite high. Part of the reason for this is the determination and resources of that which holds or separates the soul, and the condition in which such exists. The depths and sophistication of the black magic working will not be discussed here, as in truth they are not pertinent to the point. It is more than enough to be aware that black magic exists, and that the doomed resignation assigned to the future, as well as Steiners' esoteric leaning, provide both motive and opportunity to unleash the attack.

Steiners' promise of the spirit severing vaccine was an ingenious work of black magic, one where the messenger is revered, held in such high esteem that no one believes him capable of such an act. Exactly as expected from an acolyte of the mechanical god.

Steiner, as Crowley succinctly observed, both a lightweight and a traitor to his own country, was actually so much more.

From here we move on to another covert operative, a man whose loyalties and intricacies allowed him to operate in areas that expanded the reach of the machine god into the depths of the mystery tradition. His efforts have made it possible for the scientists and psychologists of today to invade and attack the most sacred areas of human experience, which they arrogantly do, convinced as they are of their own genius and might. One might ask, what gives them the right? The answer of course is always the same, might makes right.

Jung achieved great fame and notoriety. His name is recognized world wide. Perhaps his greatest contribution to the god of the discarnate mind was the reduction of him, and everything divine into a psychological concept, the archetype.

This is a huge achievement, for it utterly destroys the scope of the divine, negating any experience of the divine as anything beyond a localized phenomenon. By this act of reduction, god is now subject to manipulations of thought and characteristic. God becomes tangible, yet lost within the epiphenomena of the psychological landscape.

The archetype is the vehicle by which the ancient gods are reduced to minor players in the world, and conversely, invertedly, the machine god as the locus or collection point of hive mind mankind becomes ever stronger, waxing supreme.

Jung offered no liberation to his followers, only a complex morass helpless yet omnipotent, vague yet ultimately decisive inner moments. The nexus of it all, as with Freud, was withdrawn from the divine, and placed firmly in the hands of the psychologist.

Jung made various duplicitous statement through his lifetime. Among his many feats, is the condemning of an entire nation to being posessed by an elder god, the open renunciation of his Gnostic calling, and the explanation of cigar like UFO's as nothing less than giant metal flying male members.

The Red Book was only a rumor until after Jung's death, and his Gnostic treatise Seven Sermons For The Dead was of an extremely limited circulation, thus raising more questions of duplicity in his practice and theory.

In terms of popular impact, the Jungian concept of synchronicity remains the singular achievement. For the minions of the hive mind, synchronicity is an eerie tantalyzing concept, challenging set notions just enough to open the door for the mechanistic psychological explanation of the person.

Jung's great desacralizing presence extended to Alchemy, inculcating the mythic imagery and poetic references with his unattainable notions of individuation. He devoured the mandala, and created for mankind the incarnate version of the unknowable god, the collective unconscious.

He showed his true colours in his famous Yogi dream, where the dark doorway yawned open, an obvious beckoning into eternity. Jung denied himself entry, refusing to plunge into the darkness of dissolution. So he remained a societal figure, presented with the spiritual test, and failing. In the end psychology is not spirituality.

Jung's greatest achievement then, was to own and reduce all spiritual experience to a mere reflection in the unconscious/subsonscious, a minor circumstance whereby any inability to digest spiritual events was simplified into a failing of the individual, expendable, inconsequential when compared to the great hive mind of mankind.

Let us take a moment, in order to quickly place Steiners' promise of a spiritless future, his assigning of individual fate to the devouring destiny of the machine god, to Jung's reduction of everything spiritual to a minor psychological event.

Perhaps it is possible to view the two as working together with the goal and aim towards ever greater density of the incarnate life, one where all possibility is contained and defined by solid boundaries. Indeed, a soulless existence.

The journey towards a heavy incarnate identity finally supplanted by a Post-Humanist dystopian reality has recently been confirmed as the goal of the ruling class of the world. Into these hands the great work of Steiner and Jung deliver us meekly.

We complete our survey of the prophets mechanical with Joseph Campbell, perhaps the very first comparitive mythologist, and famously, the advisor to George Lucas on his monumental movie Star Wars.

Of course, Campbells' magnum opus is the Hero's journey, which also figured heavily in the Lucas movie.

If there was one takeaway from the Star Wars epic, it must be that the force is just a weapons technology, and Luke, who wipes out a moon sized base full of people is just a baseball and apple pie type of good guy.

If anyone needs any evidence of the hive mind, it is here in abundance, revealed in the vapid regurgitation of the Hero's Journey. Wild eyed acolytes gush hysterically as they shoehorn every famous, and not so famous mythic narrative into the Campbellian furnace, eager to prove its monocultural uniformity. Thus the hive mind's journey, to normalize everything into a grey, featureless uniformity.

The final nail in the coffin, the last brick in the wall, to steal and water down your mythology.

The destruction of myth is making it synonymous with untruth.

Myth is not a lie, such assumptions that mythic activity is merely a lie is the bleak conclusion of comparitive mythology, where everything is a dalliance from the central issue of sameness. Mythopoesis is the ability, the tapping into greater reality to skillfully render the timeless experience via the myth making ability. Mythic thought is its own manifestation. My definition places mythic thought outside of the tyranny time, into the heart of the cosmic mystery where source and cause echoe loudly through emanted essence which steps down in an eternal flow through the lowest vibration of incarnation, providing promise and pathways to the return.

In case you were wondering, yes I do dare to offer my own definition of mythic thought.

The final capture of the impulse divine is realized in the negation of myth. It can help hollywood to make movies, or at least it could before the slavering narcissism of woke, but it is similarly reductive, simplistic, and destructive to any living attempt or exercise of mythopoesis.

The claim that all myth reduces to the hero's journey is a false claim. Myth is, among other characteristics, a means to remember history, and explain world view. How about we choose just one example, to illustrate this truth, the Voluspa'.

Uh yeah.

What the hero's journey does do is personalize and identify. It seamlessly places every cog of the hive mind into a position of supreme importance, the center of the story, where every throw away Kafka-esque bug becomes the inversion of persona non grata, a significant actor on the stage of humanity.

Put in more blatant terms, the hero's journey is where the depressed non player of modern society becomes a cartoon figure, a dramatic protagonist whose very actions retrace the steps of the greatest of men, elevating the unknown individual to a condition of fame. The demand for everyone to be the hero of their own story is very similar to everyone becoming a god. Godhood is suddenly achievable by the most mundane, and through its new found ubiquity, it becomes a self mocking banality.

Which brings us to today, where the ecstacy of the collective is inversely empowered by fantasies of individual magnificence. Everything in the crumbling dystopia of modernity is inverted. Everything feeds the demon of disempowerment, especially the seductive, black magic certainty of the western guru personality.

Yet the seemingly impregnable armor of the desacralized machine world, with its hive mind for mankind has a flaw. It only takes one genuine experience to shatter the collective insanity.

It only takes one alternative theory to break the strangle hold of authority.

Only one to break the hold.

The modern hive mind expects that spiritual matters can be defined by the prophets of their society. The prophets in return offer interpretations to affirm such expectations. Since the vast majority are lost in the throes of fortune and doom they naturally turn to the balm offered them.

Within the constraints of thie discarnate mind, and the magical machinations of machine god madness the effort has always been to invert reality, to close the system to any unwanted possibility.

Yet the glimpse beyond lays bare the deception.