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Heretics, Heretics Everywhere…

…and not a brain to think.

Yes, I have adapted my own adaptation of the famous poem about being lost at sea.

Water, Water, Water everywhere, And not a drop to drink.

At about age 15 or 16 I changed it to:

Idiots, Idiots, Idiots everywhere, And not a brain to think.

But one evolves in thinking, so, the slightly new version.

It was brought on by reading Malcom Collins’, rather retarded take on a topic I have pondered at times here and there, and which is somewhat covered (not fully yet, but it will be) in my Nazi Moon book.

That is, religion in an Interstellar society.

The simple reality of it is that this idea is not in any way new. Aquinas touched on it as did I think at least one other doctor of the Church, though I forget which one. Dan Simmons, explored it probably in the most depth, though using the works of the arch-heretic Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, which paradoxically, brought me closer to Christianity, probably given how far from it I was.

The question is only apparently interesting though, because if you think about it for a few minutes, or even seconds, it hinges on an unspoken premise of doubt. A mind-worm of heresy and gnosticism that corrodes the truth while acting in darkness. Because ultimately either you know your religion is real and true and therefore the ultimate truth, or you doubt it. Now, for myself, I thoroughly understand that essential doubt, that questioning query, that unanswered “deep” question you think you have. I lived that way for about 43 years, despite the fact that by age 16 I had rejected atheism as untenable, and remained a Zen-Agnostic that simply could not believe in the resurrection with any real faith. While I did not discount it completely, I had absolutely no evidence in my life that anything comes back from the dead in a corporeal form. I was ready to accept continuation of life after death in some fashion, ghosts, spirits, reincarnation, transmigration of the soul, whatever, were all at least possibilities, but rising from the properly dead, Lazarus of Jesus style, was something I gave a vanishingly small chance to be true to.

So I understand the wish to try and find a system of life based on a philosophy rooted in truth, and thinking Christianity is wanting. And Catholicism also being very much far from what I would expect from the true religion, as it is presented to us with Bergoglio as Pope and his pedophiles and homosexual indulging in cocaine fuelled orgies while pretending to be bishops and priests right in the Vatican. It is only when I looked at Christianity from the start and discovered that Catholicism has nothing to do with the Satanists currently pretending to be Catholics that infest the Vatican, and realised that Vatican II was when the great usurpation had happened. Yet, after my road to Damascus moment, without which it is unlikely I would be a sedevacantist Catholic today, the doubt about Jesus resurrecting simply vanished. And strangely, I found myself reconnecting with a part of myself I was unaware remained. A kind of innocence I had maybe still at age 2 or so, that has been shredded shortly thereafter by living on this planet. But aside my personal sensations, the astonishing thing is that Catholicism , the real one, not the fake poisonous version spouted by the child-raping enthusiasts of the Vatican, not only modelled reality better than any other philosophy I had encountered, but it answered many of the long-unanswered questions I had. The problem of evil, how prayer actually works, the consequences of free will, and many, many, many more. It also is the best model for predicting how people in general will act and even how large trends may go.

Malcom’s idea of cobbling together an “Abhramic religion” for a potentially interstellar society, is simply the thrashings of a man that has no real conviction, no real faith, and no real reasoning capacity. It is the grasping attempts of someone outside the cathedral pretending he can make his own version of it outside it that is “better”. In short, he is a heretic, or a gnostic. He may even be genuine in his attempts, but he is like a cargo-cultist thinking if he carves a shape that looks like an aeroplane out of a palm tree, that he will be able to fly in it. No, Malcom. you will not fly in it.

All you need to do is read the first paragraph of his post to know he is not a great thinker.

Most traditional religions in the world, while relatively more resistant to prosperity-induced fertility collapse, are still facing extinction (just with a slight delay). This buys these religions precious time to build better defenses and acquire more allies for the coming trials. Those that indolently decide to return to a structure and mindset that evolved within (and was optimized for) a pre-internet, pre-AI world, … heck pre industrial world—blinded by arrogance and Golden Age Thinking—deserve their fate. Only through cultural innovation does our species survive.

Let us count the ways in which his thinking is flawed.

Firstly, it is absolutely clear that if any religion is true, then that truth is absolute. If you assume a loving God, then that truth is also as complete as humanity can ever understand it. And will continue to be so to the end of time. Therefore, there is simply no need to “upgrade” anything concerning modernity. It is the very core of the infiltrators, heretics and especially gnostics, that you have to “adapt” or “improve” on the absolute truth. Most telling, Bergoglio recently changed the Ave Maria and also the Pater Noster. This Satanic protector of pedophiles, thinks he can improve on the very prayer that Jesus gave us, the Pater Noster.

It is, of course an obvious tell that either you are an intentional deceiver, or, at best, you simply do not believe any religion is true.

Secondly, he also does not believe in God, nor His Love, Mercy and (at least for Catholics) the promise of His always being with us and His return.

If he did, he would not worry about his enemies so much, nor would he be trying to make alliances with random un-believers. Which is not to say that I wouldn’t stand shoulder to shoulder with a Muslim if it meant cutting down the Davos Satanists, but the best a Catholic and a Muslim can hope for is separate nations with high walls and a rigidly strict code of conduct for either side visiting the other. Most often, the historical relation between Muslims and Catholics is that Muslims will try to wipe Catholics out, until the Catholics begin to respond, then the Muslims tend to retreat, until the tide shifts again. And given Islam’s intent, it is unlikely that they will leave Catholic alone even in an ideal setting.

The point is that if your God loves you, and your religion is true, as St. Bernard would say, what are you even worried about? Martyr of warrior that goes down in battle or that wins glory for God, if you are with God, what threat does death hold for you? Or hardship? It is all just temporary. And while some trials will absolutely test men to breaking point, if you truly believe, you will not lose your faith. the story of Job being the classic example.

Thirdly, his contempt for his predecessors is self-evident and little does he realise that a true system that is given to us by a Loving God, cannot ever be incomplete, or “not up to date”. Truth doesn’t have a sell-by date, Malcom.

As for his last sentence, it clearly demonstrates Malcom is a sub-par autist (which his mannerism makes quite clear, if you watch the video) that hasn’t even the capacity to observe the last hundred years or so of history and draw some conclusions concerning “cultural innovation” and the over 100 million lives murdered by it, not to mention however many millions will die as a result of the latest “cultural innovation” of “medicine” and how many children have been satanically mutilated on the “cultural innovation” of transgenderism, and on, and on, and on.

If you wish to know what an Interstellar religion that would work would look like, you need look no further than proper Catholicism, which today is only found in Sedevacantism, and being true, necessarily rejects all other religions and pretences at “Christianity”, precisely because the truth is only one.

Poul Anderson, wrote The High Crusade some 50 years ago, and yet it remains a fantastically entertaining and excellent book, which I think better describes a truly Interstellar religion than anything else I have come across, including Dan Simmons’ modernised pseudo-catholic version.

Anderson’s work is great because it also reminds the reader that until Henry the VIII, England was Catholic, and if the residents of the United Kingdom had any true idea of what was taken from them, there might be another crusade tomorrow.

In short then, Malcom, if man ever goes to the stars, the religion that will last out there with him is the only true one. And there is only One Holy, Apostolic, Catholic Church.

    The Virtuous Spiral of the Gamma-Chad

    I know you will all be shocked about this, but against all probabilities, the Gamma-Chad, stripe-chested, ShadoHand has yet to be vanquished.

    I mean, he started a giant thread on SG while he also began deleting all his comments, and in that thread he denigrated and tried to humiliate people that had literally put a GiveSendGo together to keep said ShadoHand from becoming homeless. So, after that inimitable display of gratitude he was unceremoniously booted from SG.

    The thread commenting on the last post I did on this stripe-chested phenomenon at SG is quite hilarious too and also became quite voluminous, and I think may still be going.

    But would a simple banning get in the way of ShadoHand? Never!

    So he came back here, apparently totally oblivious of his own deep fetish for public humiliation, and commented. He took great exception for some reason to the comment made by Tarcisus:

    But don’t worry, it wasn’t a completely unhinged comment or anything that he responded with:

    I mean, you can see the direct flow and congruency, can’t you?

    And so, I confess, we must obviously recognise the superior absolutely non-Gamma nature of ShadoHand. I therefore, respond for both myself, and for Tarcisius, with a background of Gold, for our not at all secret King Shado-he-of-the-Hand:

    Well, Tarcisius, I hope you learnt your lesson! Making children is a Gamma trait according to the ever wise and stripe-chested ShadoHand! What can we do friend, Perhaps we need to start our own Gamma recovery programme. But how, o HOW will we manage it without the wisdom of this obvious Chad-Alpha-Sigma-Double Zeta to lead us? And without weighted backpacks on steel bicycles with four cold showers? Oh life is pain, we will never achieve such heights. We may as well resign ourselves to making more children with pretty women that love us; we can’t all be like the Giga-Chad ShadoHand, who uses his Hand so fast, and all the time, that it’s his own Shado he copulates with, perennially, in the true honourable fashion of the Master Race (if short-lived) of MGTOW!

    Behold the glory of ShadoHand, rejecting the women even as they applaud him! And don’t be fooled by his beard, since he says beards are Gamma, this was unavoidable, when he crossed the Sahara on his bicycle in only 40 hours, his beard grows faster because of all the pent up brilliance.

      Educating Gammas

      In a SHOCKING turn of events, the gamma I posted about in the last post went ahead and commented on it.

      In the interest of Gamma Education and General Entertainment, let us gently and Kurganly dissect the comment and related behaviour. For science, you understand. And your general amusement as well as mine.

      Yeah. So I used to train CrossFit everyday, and ride my bike 30 miles+ a day in all weather conditions. Took 4 cold showers a day too. Also had a six pack and striations in my chest.

      The Gamma wants us to know he cycles. He is clearly on the way to working his way to double Sigma though, because he does not mention in excruciating detail and 14 paragraphs why wearing cyclist clothing is Alpha and why their helmets are the sexiest helmets.

      Why he thinks telling me about his six pack, and whatever striations in his chest are is of any relevance to me or anyone else, except possibly Chuck Tingle of Hugo Award fame, is beyond me, but the Gamma also wants me to know he takes 4 cold showers a day. Is this to let me know how often he has to quench his ardour when he thinks about me? I am sure I prefer not to know.

      Yet that’s not Delta? That’s…..Gamma? Okay.

      Our Gamma ShadoHand seems to think doing physical exercise automatically makes him a Delta. Apparently totally oblivious to the fact that Deltas would go to the gym for themselves, and not even think of stating their routine as some form of posturing. So you cycle, so you CrossFit (if that’s not a red flag I don’t know what is!), so you shower, errr…. how can put this as delicately as possible: Who the fuck cares? And why do you think ANYONE cares at all? Why? And why do you think being a Gamma precludes you from cycling? Or showing, or skipping rope and playing hopscotch for that matter?

      I love how I busted your balls a little and you made a post about it. It’s literally 666kb when viewed on my laptop web browser. Not in the download drop down, but on the actual payhip download page.

      Reading comprehension among Gammas is low, much like in scorned women. He is incapable of grasping the basic concept that the post was about his gaminess and his little attempt at “humour” was already a clear indicator of his place in the SSH. The usual “plausible denial” (if you’re retarded) in order to try and show what a smartboi(tm) you are. Which was replied to in humorous fashion and that would be the end of it. Except, to no one’s surprise, the Gamma can never not have the last word. Except when it shows him up, which is why he has since deleted that thread on SG.

      The point is, WHO CARES about the 666kb your browser shows…. oh seriously, who the fuck cares? No one. The ONLY purpose of making that comment was to “plausibly deny” the validity or nature or general positive aspect of the book. A book he bought and presumably wanted to read to improve his lot in life, which, in case it was not clear before, is a desert of intimacy only raging Gamma incels experience. And all I am doing here and in the last post is showing people something Uncle John’s Band described that is a useful skill for those who can do it: Single data point pattern recognition. And I am showing all the steps because I have weird hobbies, and deconstructing the unconscious motivations of other humans is interesting to me, which one might have guessed if one was observant enough to see I spent years researching, studying and learning about the human mind and practicing clinical hypnosis. So, rejoice, you have now come to the attention of the interested Kurgan eyes. Enjoy the warmth.

      Also I’ve run so fast on a treadmill I’ve broken them at multiple gyms. I also got banned from planet fitness for running too fast on the treadmill. I have video evidence of the latter. But that’s Gamma? Okay partner.

      HE RUNS FAST, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! And showers! And Cycles! And probably puts his pants on one leg at a time! Be impressed, men! Be Swooned, ladies!

      And, OH MAH GAWD… he’s a veritable REBEL! Banned you see, BANNED from Planet Fitness! for running like the Flash! And… (drumroll please)

      HE HAS VIDEO EVIDENCE!!!!

      Can you contain yourself ladies? Can you? Are you not all clapping and throwing your panties at the imaginary stage the imaginary secret king is standing on, with striated chest and Sixpack and four cold shower jets spraying at him while he cycles on a standing bike on top of a treadmill?

      I know, I know, he’s irresistible. And don’t forget, he doesn’t tip waitresses. He’s too manly for that.

        Gamma Rage Spiral

        This is literally making me burst out into spontaneous laughter for a few seconds whenever I think of it, so I wanted to share the joy.

        Please read this post at Sigma Game to have the best reaction.

        Then read this screenshot from the comments on that post.

        Keep in mind this guy is the same one that did this a few days ago, and I had no idea who the Sigma Game post was about as I had not read the comments on the related post.

        And my response:

        But he’s not a Gamma ladies and gentlemen, he’s obviously an Alpha-Sigma Double Zeta. Or perhaps it got to 666Kb and he is now possessed! In which case I suggest exorcism, self-flagellation and regular lifting of weights in the Gym for at least a year along with the full confession and baptism. I am sure he’ll get right on it without complaint!

        Look, I am grateful the guy bought a book, of course, but I sincerely would be even happier if he read it and used it and evolved to a Delta using the links in it to the Graduating Gamma series of posts archived here.

          The Weakness of The Wormtongues

          Vox recently put up a post about Henry Kissinger and how he basically tried to “play” the journalist Seymore Hersh by essentially “recruiting him” as yet another puppet on a string.

          Seymore recounts how he was essentially “summoned” before Kissinger after he wrote a piece that essentially was more objective than the ones his colleagues had been filing up then on the Vietnam War.

          It is not the corruption, warmongering and all the rest that is interesting to me. Anyone that thinks any of the politicians involved and that have been there from the start are anything other than slime-sucking, filth is obviously beyond help. No, it was this little phrase:

          The schoolboys and other anecdotes prompted Kissinger to summon a prominent former ambassador who was his senior aide for matters related to the war and say to him, in front of me, in obvious mock anger: “This fellow is giving me more information about the morale in the North than I get from the CIA.” I remember thinking “Is this it? Is this all he’s got? Does the guy really think this kind of obvious flattery is going to win me over?”

          I can see that scene. I can feel that scene. I have lived through that type of scene in many different ways and at many different times. and the important thing about it, the really important point about it is this:

          THEY. ARE. BALL-LESS.

          Oh, yes, they can and do destroy countless lives. Sure, they can have you killed, without a doubt, and even your whole country ruined. Sure. Don’t get me wrong, they may well have power in the sense of being “movers and shakers” in finance, politics, the military, whatever.

          But they don’t have any actual, personal power.

          Zero. Zilch. Nada.

          And it is why this they hate about you and me and anyone that does. And that they hate most about themselves.

          These soul-shrivelled vampires have never known the sensation of simply being a man. Of standing their ground even if it means a physical fight or potentially something dangerous.

          Their sort is the kind that would pretend to laugh at the very concepts I am describing here as being the outdated perceptions of some caveman, a primitive and uncouth barbarian.

          The reality is that the fact I, and people like me, have read the Illiad and Herodotus, and Keats, and Plato because we genuinely wanted to, not because we were supposed to or to impress anyone, makes them hate us even more. As does the fact that they have never, in their entire lives, known the genuine affection of a woman that was given purely because of her attraction to something innate in us, not an external facsimile of it, like money, or status in society due to influence or political power, or degrees or fame, but just the intrinsic mix of physicality and mind and personality that make you you; or even just a primitive instinct rooted in sheer lust.

          And they know it. They sense it.

          Because deep down, right in the centre of your soul, where God looks at you and knows, and the Devil too, in there, at the core of it all, no matter what worldly power they might have, no matter what vicious terror they unleash on millions of innocents and those unfortunate enough to have their lives affected by them in such a way, they too know it. They know.

          They are ghosts, and we are men with souls and life and heart. We have something they will never have and cannot steal from us, nor crush out of us, no matter how many of us they kill or destroy in their millions of evil, cowardly ways: We have love, and the power of courage and truth.

          I have met these people. I have sat in rooms with billionaires and powerful politicians, and with the last free Khoi-San bushmen and illiterates, I have sat with murderers and thieves and fighters and habitual drunks, and with bankers and traders and men with private jets and more money than they can spend in a lifetime.

          But when it all comes down to it, they are cowards and weak and flimsy. And they know it, and so do I.

          I have seen it in so many different places, the guy who is a “big shot” in the “out there” who when it comes time to put on a Gi and get on the dojo floor becomes scared. And at least that guy put himself on the dojo floor. A Kissinger would never even go near the building where the dojo might be in. I even have had a supposed “strong man” from special branches of the police in South Africa try to intimidate me because he was jealous of who some of my clients were, and all I did was relax and let him run out of steam while they talked their tough talk. Only to just do the equivalent of saying “okay then, that’s it? That’s all you got? And no, unlike you, I never have been shot. I see them coming.” While looking meaningfully at his missing finger. And yes. That is all they had. And those are the tough guys.

          The “princes” and politicians and “elite”, the Klaus Schwabs and Bill Gates and Jeffrey Epstein’s of the world, they got nothing.

          They can try and pretend all they want, but that primitive, instinctive, animal sense of things… it’s still there. And boy, do they hate those that have all the virtues they lack.

          So take heart brothers. For we are men, and they are ghosts. And they are absolutely terrified that a time will come soon, when their carefully crafted ivory towers will collapse, and then, there will be nothing much left of the pretence of the world, to keep them from being face to face with people like us.

          It plays out between countries as it does between individual men. Just like America pretending to be the tough guy on the block… until Russia kicks their henchman’s ass right before their face and without even breaking a sweat. The difference is that Russia, so far, has been typically Russian. That is, very polite. If it had been Venetians that had just demolished Ukraine, you can bet your last cent that after they were done, they would lift their head, eyes on Washington, and go: “Now… what is all this shit you been talking, fat boy?”

          And that’s when you see the wet patch expand, as they piss their pants.

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