Author: White Whale

If you have not taken the time to review the many–hundreds at least, with some dozens jaw dropping–cases of reincarnation, most particularly, but certainly not exclusively those gathered by Ian Stephenson, then I would suggest you do.  The evidence, cumulatively, is compelling.

Be that as it may, I got to thinking of Lincoln specifically for some reason the other day.  I’ve been to his massive tomb in Springfield.  I felt profound discomfort.  I don’t know why.  There was an energy there I didn’t like.

But it occurred to me that, as well as we understand these things, he has likely reincarnated by now.  Who would he be?  This, to me, is an interesting question.  You’ve been to the “top”.  You’ve been beset by care, woe, loss, grief, and unrelenting stress.

Why not be a farmer in Iowa?  Marry a cute local girl, raise a couple kids, one of whom becomes a doctor, and the other a businessperson of some sort?

Who knows: maybe Billy Bob Thornton really is the reincarnation of Benjamin Franklin, as I read he thinks he is, and maybe Patton really was the reincarnation of Alexander the Great, as I seem to recall reading he thought he was.

I say this in many ways, but perhaps, just perhaps, the world is VASTLY more interesting than our present day Dismalists deem it to be.

Truth has a tendency of hanging just out of reach, and telling you to go fuck yourself.  This is perhaps its most charming characteristic.

I’m looking through some posts I made on my phone, and live and love are sure awfully close.  I flipped them at least twice.

Surely there is a fortune cookie lesson in here somewhere. And for the record, I like fortune cookies.  I keep the better ones in my wallet.

I had a couple pretty major, for me, insights last week.  But I am holding them for some reason.  I don’t know why.

I saw a demon again last night, but this time it was somewhere else.  I was on its turf.  And for the first time ever, I realized it was afraid of me.  The second time I told it to leave, it did.

When I get through all this–and I will, believe me, because I don’t quit, even if I sometimes pause, sometimes quake in fear, sometimes avoid movement for a long time–nothing will shake me for long.

This is my apprenticeship.  It’s a long apprenticeship, because there is both a lot to learn, and because much of it has to be invented by me to conform to this unique time and circumstance.  But I will get through.

I should have a couple interesting posts this week, when I feel ready.

Take a look at this: https://thegoldwater.com/news/27864-Veterans-Rights-Group-Discovers-a-Child-Trafficking-Camp-in-Arizona-MSM-SILENT

Are they overreacting?  I don’t know.  I can’t comment intelligently.

But I will say that I have thought for some years that the massive influx of children that happened under Obama in his last year or two was a pedophiles dream come true.  You have thousands of children in this country under our control, who do not speak English, and who are fully disconnected from their parents.  This, alone, should have sent up signal flares everywhere.  Obama welcomed them. He, obviously, wants as many people here illegally as possible, provided they understand their debt to Democrats.

But how corruptible is ICE?  How corrupted WAS it?  We saw pictures of kids in cages.  The drug cartels have billions of dollars.  Should we assume everyone on our side of the border is honest?  Why?  I see no reason.

This may turn into something.  It may not.  But that there are evil, sick human beings in this world is beyond dispute, and that looking for evidence of their presence and activity is a worthwhile activity is also, in my view, indisputable.

And it seems likely to me that the complicit media, in general, wants to avoid these sorts of stories like the plague.  There was a lot of very sketchy stuff going on at that pizza place in Washington, which did not deserve to be mocked and dismissed outright.

This world, in my opinion, lacks for genuinely serious people.  Most people are vain, superficial, glib, and eager to avoid trouble, embarrassment, or controversy.  This means most useful work is done by those who do not suffer from these profound character defects.

It is not good to seek out fights, but also not good to avoid them.  If they are there, don’t back down.   

I was doing a deep relaxation exercise yesterday, and the feeling of trauma came through much more slowly than it usually does.  What normally happens is it shows up and my body immediately starts shaking to dispel it.  The shaking is already a diversion.  I don’t get the texture of the feeling.  It is like something dropping on me.  Perhaps.  I’m not sure that’s quite right.

But I felt the texture of the feeling yesterday.  I can’t begin to describe it, other than as highly unpleasant.

I wonder if one aspect of relating to time as compressed has to do with the habit of dealing with emotins in bundles.  If you slow down too much, they come undone, and all come tumbling out, one by one, most of them harmless, but a few quite toxic, or seemingly so.  My personal feeling is there are no truly toxic emotions.  All of them exist for reasons.  The feeling of trauma is the residue of the decision forced on a nervous system to keep you alive and moving.

This feeling I felt, though: hidden, buried, disappeared–it is the root of evil.  Evil, too, is logical.  It is emotionally logical, and flows naturally from feelings which cannot be borne, cannot be carried, cannot be expressed in any healthy way, and which are thus expressed in unhealthy ways.

I am beginning to see through people.  Through their defenses, through their annoying habits, to what lies at the core.  You cannot be angry at people when you understand them, and how logical their behavior is.

This is, I hope, the root of something good.  Finally.

So I’m in a parking garage somewhere in Pennsylvania, and I watch this guy drive by, hunched over his steering wheel, loose shirt, goatee, with some shit in the back of a very average car he’s delivering somewhere, and it hit me he’s making this all up as he goes along. Maybe he had a happy childhood, maybe sad, most likely both, and then it hit me we are all looking for “answers”.  THE Answr, if possible. Some of course claim to have found IT. Most churches and most political parties would be empty without these people.

But then I got the image a traditional Indian guru, facepaint and all, telling people “I don’t have a fucking clue how all this works. I’d sure like to know. Some say love is the answer, but dude, seriously: who can or should live EVERYONE?  Child rapists?  Oh yes, you say, them too. But if you DEMAND I love them, who are you? Who am I, if I let you teach me to try and feel things that aren’t there? All principles, in the end, are empty. There is nothing, in the end, I can or should tell you, except this apology for my impotence. But do tell me about yourself. I love hearing people’s stories, and you know, maybe all this isn’t as bad as some people want to make it.  The boat is moving, and it will get there someday, however we feel about it.”

This right here: true story, bro.

What if some particularly potent form of “behavioral realignment” made it possible to choose between the following two options:

1) You can have sex with whomever you like but will only ever love one other person.

2) You can only have sex with one person, but you can live as many people as you like.

How might this even work?

Ponder, and see what pops out at you.

I got onto this topic this morning somehow.  I don’t have time to read the entire article, but will share it: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paris_Commune

In essence, as I read this, what happened was Paris was taken over by terrorists, who declared themselves liberators, and all of their actions as thus inherently just.  Marx used this event to formulate his infamous doctrine of the “dictatorship of the proletariat”.

What this meant forever after was that the least able, least competent, most inflexible, most violent people among a group of armed insurrectionists were empowered in theory, at the level of ideology, to pronounce the most insane ideas to be truth, and to treat anyone who disagreed as an enemy of progress and everything good.

Ponder the fact that the bourgeoisie has ever been the enemy of Communists.  Why?  Why is this so?  Is it not a good thing to be middle class?  Has it not been a goal for most people for most of human history to be physically comfortable, well fed, and safe?  Why, then, do Communists hate them so much?

Because they are “inauthentic”?  This is the core of their lunacy.  These intellectuals literally conflate disagreeing with them with a sort of mental illness, with “false consciousness”.  Thus, somebody who just wants enough to eat, a comfortable bed, and a roof with no leaks becomes an “enemy of the people”.

I don’t have time to delve more deeply into this right now.  I will read this article in full tonight, and likely a few others, not from Wikipedia.

But these intellectual “ticks”, these preposterous leaps of unwarranted faith in their own goodness, wisdom and ability, are perennial among a certain sort of ludicrous people.  And these people remain among us.  They are common.  They are outspoken.  And they are in positions, even now, as absurd as it should be, of political power.

https://www.frontpagemag.com/fpm/270277/death-britain-robert-spencer

I do little but state the obvious in saying that, with the arrest and seeming kangaroo court conviction of Tommy Robinson, Britain has clearly turned a corner.  They are arresting political dissidents FOR being political dissidents.  The Soviets and Nazis did no less, and in the beginning, the Nazis, at least, did no more.

The final corruption of a political system happens pari pasu with the corruption of the judicial system, when a system of laws becomes nothing more than a system of suppression.  The people who are favored can break any law they want, and those on the outside can be arrested and punished without breaking any law at all. 

It is worth noting that totalitarian states don’t lie simply as a matter of policy. They lie because what they claim to be doing–protecting the freedom and dignity of the people, ensuring social justice, doing good things generally–is never what they are actually doing.  They spout words like justice, but mean none of it.  They protect their own asses, while amassing power and wealth.

These rape gangs in Britain are really quite awful.  Nothing like them has ever emerged, to my knowledge, in Western society, at least not with the openness and pervasive acceptability which these groups seemingly have among Muslims in Britain.  It is, I read, not uncommon to have 3 generations of men–the grandson, the father, and the grandfather–in the room raping these 15 year old girls in a single session.  Hundreds of people might be–and seemingly have been–involved in these sorts of things.  It is like a Kiwanis club, but for rapists.

Feeling an obsessive need to lie about failure is a mental illness.  It is a Character Disorder, and in this case tantamount to sociopathy.  This mental illness has, seemingly, taken hold of the British elites.  One can only wonder where all their goodness has gone, if indeed it ever took hold at all.