On this day two years ago...

The two-year anniversary of my Substack plus philosophy (of course)

Two years ago today, I posted my first Substack. It was April 2020, I was feeling totally weirded out by the strangely coordinated “new normal” messaging with distinctly dystopian overtones—especially the statement by the WHO about taking people out of their homes—but I was very unsure about what would happen to my reputation and career if I opened my mouth about any of this. Remember that time?

Anyway, I opened my mouth because it felt like the only choice I had. The reason I opened my mouth was because I was afraid of being coward more than I was afraid of ruining my reputation. I was also thinking about a dream from my childhood in which the Nazis came to town, and I brought them berries (while feeling like a dwarf) because I was afraid of them. It was an embarrassing dream, the memory of it tortured me a bit, and I decided that in real life, I was going to speak my heart, screw the fear.

And so I spoke my heart, amazingly the world didn’t explode, and I gained a lot of new meaningful connections as a result! The funny thing, I had been making art and writing about Big Tech and transhumanism and the attempted digital overtake for a number of years preceding COVID. Transhumanist philosophy was “my” topic, I knew about it, I had thought a lot about it, I had written about it, I had an entire theatrical performance about robot-like human existence. But before 2020, very few people cared. And then 2020 came up, and I felt like my entire life had prepared me for seeing through the abusive sham.

My first Substack:

I also made a musical version of it for my first podcast episode (so nostalgic, I know):

A few philosophical thoughts, looking back

Since then, a lot more people have caught up to transhumanism, the 4IR and the Great Reset. And on my end, I welcome every thinking human being aboard with love. But with the “mainstreaming” of the topic, at least in the “freedom” community, it became a bit of a personal brand, which I think is a tricky beast.

I think that the reason we are facing this ugliness is because we, as a species, forgot how to put our gifted brains at the service of our gifted hearts. We forgot how to enjoy being humble in a happy, wisdom-seeking, universe-trusting way. We are all so brainy, we need our answers here and now, we look to build logical towers, and we feel that in order for things to be good, others have to adopt our view—which is exactly the sentiment that started this whole mess in the first place.

I think that the predators are allowed to temporarily torture us because we need to lose our anxiety and our attachment to control, so that we can come alive. So, when the proud energy is brought to the cause of “resisting the Great Reset,” it’s like resisting ice cream with buying more ice cream just in case. Understandable—but doesn’t work!

That is how I feel about it, anyway. And yes, it’s important to understand the tricks and the traps. It’s important to keep our fingers on the pulse. But it’s only a small portion of resisting the Great Reset, I think. The more important and far less glamorous part is letting go of our inner control freak, and deciding to trust the universe, even if it means that we get to feel like a naked baby who has no idea what’s going on. I think that the torture is going to ramp up either until we choose to be a naked baby and to trust the universe (while being brave and doing our part in a way that makes sense) or until there is no stone for our pride to stand on.

I think that to break out of this gloomy reform, the trick is to look our fear in the face and then tell it to go away. I think the trick is to make our fear afraid of us so that it has to leave.

In other words, we need to learn how to know the linear logic and be without it at the same time. Which is impossible to grasp from the brain, it takes the heart.

A personal story: I went through what I think many are going through today when I first realized that geoengineering was not a crazy conspiracy theory at all, but that some crazy maniacs were actually spraying my sky with God knows what—and there was nothing I could do about it. My sky. The dreamy sky of my childhood. The natural clouds. My beautiful sun. The sacred, the untouchable, the unthinkable—and they were spraying it, and to add insult to injury, I was expected to pretend it wasn’t happening even though I knew it was. They were spraying it. And there was nothing I could do about that. I remember feeling so helpless, so betrayed. For maybe a year, I felt shaken by how massive, insane, and abusive it was. And then I got used to it, and accepted the fact that there are many things about life that I can’t see, and that there must be a mystery and a meaning even to that. And that I need to be patient and have faith, and we’ll come out on the other end, and Earth will use its healing power in ways that I can’t foresee, and it’ll be good again. And my job is to be my best self, to do what feels right, to create joy, to insist on joy, and have trust in the universe. And that is a big enough task in itself.

So I think it’s very understandable why anyone pondering the transhumanist threat in a linear, logical way would be completely freaked out and horrified. It’s an ugly beast!!! But I think it’s one of those things where the linear approach doesn’t work. It’s like when you have trauma, and it’s real, and it’s logical, and it’s logical to be pissed and hurt—but you can’t move forward until you leave it behind (“welcome to Earth… it’s hard but do it anyway”). It’s a paradox that only makes sense when we raise above our pain and our fear, and allow the universe to carry us to joy—while not forgetting to put in the work and keep pushing for dignity, until it works.

I sure hope that these words make some sense because I don’t know how else to express this mysterious thing!

I definitely feel like a naked baby who has no idea what’s going on. But the world is beautiful, and even the transhumanists cannot steal our love. It’s not theirs.

The end.