My fellow retards,
Long has phon/ongod been intrigued by the array of fundamental spectra upon which this shared reality is balanced. History is replete with cultural concepts like Yin and Yang, Halal and Haram, “Bias for action” vs hesitancy, and a dozen-dozen other ways to relatively chart some aspect of human behavior. All are probably relevant in some way.
Present culture seems focused on an ”oppressor” vs ”oppressed” spectrum with autistic intensity, at near-total expense to any other relevant measurement. The longer this myopic obsession continues, the more relatively-out-of-whack things get on other scales. This includes important ones like “inflation vs deflation”, “birthrate”, “how shitty are the bridges on that highway”, “dookies per square block” and “likelihood of getting knifed on the way to work”. Never have humans been more comfortable or secure, but everything feels like it’s going to shit.
The reason for this general culture of aimless distress and deep unease is a psychic attack on the minds of everyone in range of the globohomo-power organ.
Exactly fucking that.
An attuned spiritual radio detects the oppressive tone of static interference, the noise floor that makes it impossible for an inundated soul to tune in to its own machinations and fix its foundation on whatever is elemental to it.
Effective humans come to know themselves primarily through solitude, relationships, and struggle. Direct interpersonal conflict is defined by all three. Social media is the attempted death of all three. Culture has trended largely away from the former and toward the latter.
The general outcome is a wide-scale removal of the sense of both fight and right from modern mainstream western culture. Testosterone being the chemical that modulates feelings of reward for intense effort, it would sensibly be the primary target for an attack on the spiritual will and cohesion of a people.
Whether this act of spiritual warfare is perpetrated by sexy, mischievous gnomes or sinister space nazis matters naught. By magick or chemtrail or soy-burger matters naught. By ticktock or blackrock or dark of fucking night it matters naught.
By waking up to the fact that your very spine—your ability to draw a strong foundation from the Earth below and rise to your mind’s potential is under attack—you have won a victory.
Find your quiet place. Set your posture and disposition and then ascend toward the destination. The only reason globohomo must resort to such psychic deviancy is because you are strong, when you decide to be.
Choose PHONON and rise above the noise.
phon/ongod out.