The Great Self-Betrayal and the Great Reset
The world will be much better if we confront our ghosts.
There is a Russian joke about a little dinosaur who ate his parents. And so the little dinosaur goes to court, and when the judge asks him whether he really ate his parents, the little dinosaur confirms. Disgusted, the judge goes: “And what kind of person are you after that?” “I am an orphan, an orphan, I am a poor orphan!!” cries out the little dinosaur in despair, and bursts into tears.
I thought of this joke as I was thinking about our society, how it likes to murder all things that make us happy naturally—and then lament that we are such a broken, joyless mess. So this story is in part about the traps of the Great Reset, but mainly it’s about life’s trajectories, clarity, confusion, self-betrayal, balls, and opportunities to right the wrongs and get smarter in the process—which, I believe, is the entire point of creating messes (although that probably wouldn’t help the little dinosaur, some things are permanent, alas).
It is my belief that our life is a creative (or stifled) dance of choices, with each choice changing the trajectory of the world a little bit, for better or for worse. The dance is subjective, it can be beautiful, ugly, happy, painful, any of those things—but what is certain is that as we dance, we do ourselves a great disservice when we mistake our ghosts for ourselves, or when we let anybody or anything block our senses and sway our choices away from our well-being—and that’s a truth that many of us discover the hardest way.
I have been thinking about the consequences of self-betrayal all my life.
It so happens that as a child, I hung out a lot with the people from my grandparents’ generation. I was born observant, and so I was observing their condition, with my senses, with my brain, and with my heart.
I saw a lot of unhappy people. In fact, off the top of my head. I don’t remember coming across one happy adult of any age until I was a young adult myself. They were mostly good people, strong people, hard-working people, just extremely unhappy.
I saw old people who stuck together as a couple without liking each other much, occupying themselves with petty quarrels, sharing the everyday but also feeling like they have been let down by each other. They didn’t deal with each other properly, just accused each other and then shut their ears. They were not happy. I saw the unsatisfied romantic desire of being loved in women and the desire to just be left the f*ck alone in men. They were not happy, either, none of them. I saw elders escaping into books or films about pure and beautiful relationships—while being strangely attached to “realistic” martyrdom in real life. I saw a lot of people refusing, absolutely refusing to consider joy as a possibility—and getting resentful and defensive at the idea that anyone would treat joy like a real thing, worth fighting for. Like “Come on, look at how hard life is, this is what real life is like!” I saw a lot of people feeling such respect for suffering and hardship and dogma that I wanted to scream, scream again—and run away.
I saw, heartbreakingly—although I didn’t understand it until much later—how unhealed emotional wounds, especially the feeling of being unjustly wronged at a younger age, transformed into physical sickness over time.
I saw how unfought-for joy and unfought-against perception of martyrdom of a younger person transformed into all-consuming negativity of an older person.
I saw the emotional suffering of the people whom I loved, the suffering they were distracting from with a million fusses that annoyed me because, in my opinion, they were inventing the fusses so as not to deal with the fact that they weren’t happy. I felt love for everyone, I wanted to get through with my feeling of love and harmony, I wanted them to get along with each other and I wanted to help them solve issues from the heart—but they just straight out refused to deal with their hearts or my desire of harmony, or anything of joy. They liked their ghosts more. And I suffered, too, because I tried and tried to talk to them, and they rejected me and my proposition of fighting for joy and love, and no one won. Everyone remained alone and consumed with fuss. Who really won was the ghost of martyrdom and the ghost of the hamster wheel.
It sucked. It all just sucked.
I wondered why it had to be this way.
I didn’t know why—but I knew I didn’t want to end up like that so I really zoomed in on the feeling of joy, as well as on trying to understand what leads to what in life.
(Since dancing with joy in our society means going against the grain of the Machine, it should be noted that I’ve f*cked up a lot as I dared, then didn’t dare, and self-betrayed, and course-corrected. I have no idea if any of the messes could have been avoided but it is what it is. I am here now.)
What I figured out with great clarity is that self-betrayal inevitably leads to misery, and sometimes to dramatic misery, then healing.
I also figured out that the emotional choices that people make have long-term consequences, although sometimes those consequences are not visible until years later.
And then there are ideas… it was very sad to see how the ideas that the generation of my grandparents believed in were one day just laughed out of the room, together with their ideals. I mean, it’s good that those ideas were laughed out of the room because they were lies—but it was also painful to see the disappointment and how the society just decided to not care about the generation anymore. They had held those lies sacred and made many sacrifices for those lies, their lives were hard, they defeated Hitler… and yet the society just tossed their sacred symbols out like a clown nose, and…
What does it all have to do with the Great Reset and the Fourth Industrial Revolution?
Well, everything, because life happens in our bodies and in our relationships, not in the television.
The Fourth Industrial Revolution (which, by the way, is an official goal of western governments at the moment, as per many official documents and contracts) is predicated upon our spiritual and physical self-betrayal, and I mean it literally. We are asked to dance along the carrot and the whip of their biosecurity-state-impact-investment-gene-therapy-total-surviellance reform but they don’t tell us how it all ends for us. Nor do they care about minds or bodies.
Speaking of bodies, the theological premise of the reform is that “scientists” (which really means those who pay the scientists) will be re-assembling us, formerly sovereign citizens, like we are mechanical dolls, inserting parts into us that redirect our biological processes, editing our genetic function and actual genes, etc. etc. The theological premise is that there is no difference between biological life and mechanical things, and they will be bringing those two closer and closer together, by desanctifying life, by mechanizing us—while simultaneously utilizing biological bits like DNA for mechanical tasks, such physical storage of data, etc. etc. Then the bodies get plugged in the internet (what it does to our fine and mysterious cellular processes, nobody cares), and then, frankly, we all just live in hell, like headless chicken or half-roaches. Oh, and energy. Energy mining from people is on the menu as well—as are many other dystopian things. And this is what they think is for real!!! Now, I think they are crazy, and their insane theological premise will fall on its head… but it doesn’t preclude them from trying—and the novel medical product, for instance, is more than a novel medial product and whatever is in it. It is a battle field for this paradigm, for our bodies, for assigning digital IDs to us for efficient tracking, and for moving us closer to this state of a perpetual disconnection from ourselves and moving around on autopilot, like those half-roaches. Actually this is much worse than the Soviet Union because it also involves a literal colonization of our bodies by various robots, against our will. (The technology is very much there, alas, and not a conspiracy theory.)
The reform— a nepotistic money waterfall for the few but actually completely half-assed on a deeper look—requires that we don’t think, that we abandon our standards and our self-preservation instincts, and just blindly accept the “innovation,” however unnatural, whether it has to do with supporting their new, unnatural but profitable food systems by giving up real meat—or with supporting their sci-fi medical models by accepting recurring prophylactic experimental gene therapies and hoping for the best (“if he dies, he dies”), just because allegedly “everybody is doing it” (which is not even true because a lot of people are specifically not doing it, which is why they are going after kids without parental consent now, luring kids into “consenting” to treatment with ice cream, WTF).
The idea is that life can be expressed in terms of bio-digital building blocks. DNA can be used as storage, people will be merged with electronics, energy and digital money can be obtained by mining our physical bodies (yes, the technology exists, and so do Microsoft patents), and we must submit our biological functions, our feelings, and our immediate well-being to their patented nano-robots, DNA tricks, and half-ass gene editing experiments. As if we don’t exist. As if we don’t matter, other than as their building blocks.
The Fourth Industrial Revolution aims, insanely, to turn us, free human beings with a great potential for joy, into digitally managed meatpacks, and this is not even a metaphor. Remember the story of consequences? That old age—and the younger age as well—is going to get a lot more miserable if they get their way, and their sales brochure about sustainability, children’s drawings, racial and climate justice, curing rare diseases, and miraculous gene therapy is merely a well-crafted marketing brochure for the busy, the stressed, and the tired. And what actually happened to the children and to the elders in 2020 is a telltale sign of where this is going.
I weep when I think about the people who died on ventilators, given medications that have likely contributed to their passing—and not given the medications that could have saved their lives. (A conversation about the medical abuse of elders in nursing homes is a separate conversation, and it’s a dark one.) I feel like screaming when I think about all the trauma that today’s kids will have to shovel through with a giant shovel when they grow up and start trying to figure out why they are so anxious, or afraid to get close to other people, or why it feels that everybody and everything is invading them, from sounds to words to touch.
It’s telling how the most sacred parts of human life have been attacked and desecrated openly last year, as if to intentionally disrupt our inner compass: death—with so many people dying alone, abandoned, without touch; birth—with mothers forced to mask during birthing or separated from their babies immediately, based on bogus tests or quarantine requirements; and love—with all the attacks on intimacy.
Do you remember how a year ago, for several months, people were afraid to touch their loved ones, assuming there was no cure for the disease—which was untrue? How parents force-isolated their children? Do you think it left no trace? Or that it’s a coincidence that some have lost their marbles so completely that logic has no power over them at all? (Like, for example, how can a person who took the novel product based on sincere faith in it, be terrified of anyone who didn’t, while the entire purpose of the getting it, at least in theory, is to be protected?)
But there’s more, and more, and more. The well of self-betrayal is bottomless.
The latest trick of psychological bullying and coercion is medical segregation. Not only is it a measure of coercion—it is also a way to break one’s spirit regardless of one’s status because, deep down, everybody knows that segregation is not a good sign. And if one complies, then one becomes complicit—and then one really has to defend the Machine in one’s head so as to mute the alarm on the inside. This is how slaves are made. This is how the Soviet commissars broke the spirits of otherwise non-compliant and skeptical peasants (not through the medical products, of course, but though forcing them to participate in collective abusive actions).
Okay, what if you are upper middle class and can afford some spiritual freedom under this new normal? Well, can you, really?
Imagine, you are a business owner, and you are getting pressured into mandating the novel medical product (whose clinical trials end in 2023 but who cares) at your workplace. Imagine that it is framed as “worker safety” or “social justice" or any of those things, and you know it is kind of BS but unless you make it mandatory for your employees, you can’t get a loan you need (and you may need it because Schwab’s highly advertised cyberpandemic could be coming), or you have to pay additional insurance, etc… what do you do? You then make a choice: either go with your instincts or turn them off because, well, you are an honest person and you wouldn’t do a bad thing, so you have to convince yourself that it is good. But if it is so good, why are doctors starting to come out of the woods and saying that it’s so bad that they just can’t stay silent anymore?
On a side note, since I mentioned the cyberpandemic, let me go on a quick tangent. Schwab has been promoting an upcoming cyberpanemic (the kind that will make COVID look like a walk in the garden) since at least last year (see the snippet below). And it just so happened that recently, the biggest meat producer was hacked (meat… don’t think about meat, we are ending meat soon anyway, right?). And now the NYC Law Department system? What’s next?
But wait. There is also money-printing, a looming crash, and the restructuring of business frameworks and the workforce at large. One can spend hours talking about stakeholder capitalism but check out just these two proposals here and here, read between the lines, and please keep in mind that these paradigms have a lot of money backing them.
For example, the other day, I was at a doctor’s office and, as I waited, I watched the screensaver on their monitor. From that screensaver I learned that the hospital had instituted a social justice taskforce etc. etc. When I saw it, I remembered a Soviet saying, “When people start chanting slogans instead of working, we know it’s going down.” That is a known popular wisdom from my old homeland’s culture. When people start accepting empty talk—and it is empty talk except the distracting part—and things that don’t make sense, it sinks, and then it takes a long time to swim out of there.
And here we are. The ideology and the theology of the Fourth Industrial Revolution (which, let me repeat, is an official goal as per many official government documents and contracts) is based on the assumption that there is no soul and no mystery, that we are mechanical soldiers to be exploited for their money, and that joy can be produced in a manner of a Pavlov’s dog. (“Here is your allowed entertainment. Love to travel? Gotta get the shot. And the passport. And the booster. And another booster. What, after the second booster your friend turned blue and had a heart attack and died? But he loved traveling, didn’t he? AND YOU LOVE TRAVELING. THAT’S FOR YOUR SAFETY? NEXT.”). And if it sounds cynical, I would like to add that I strongly want to be wrong about it but so far it doesn’t look like it because the trajectory is only making sense from the standpoint of this reform, and doesn’t make any sense otherwise.
The Great Reset is all about eating life and turning it into money for them, mercilessly. And if we keep betraying our senses, disconnecting from one another, and siding with our ghosts, we’ll get deeper into this, and the healing process may take centuries.
The world will be much better much quicker if we confront our ghosts and embrace the possibility of joy—and fight for it with our tooth and claw—before it becomes unbearable.
We have the power…