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We dwell in the decay of a Great Industrial Age. We would like to think we are the first and last hi-tech era to blight this planet, but recent discoveries reveal that ours is neither the alpha nor the omega when it comes to humans harnessing the Earth’s energy for their own highly specific and intricate purposes. Recent lidar (light detection and ranging) discoveries reveal that not only were ancients up to something under those pyramids, they clearly understood currents and patterns of force far better than our mid-brained Scientism-ists ever will. Surely their approach to getting energy from sky, water, and ground was more sophisticated than oxen and plows.The end of this empire is here — the systems and infrastructures we depend upon are sclerotic, elderly, and clearly doomed. The upper middle class is a rapidly shrinking set of musical chairs accompanied by ever-quickening rounds of the monkey chasing the weasel. Despite the upper middle class ideal being a trap, there is no shortage of people willing to die trying to fall into its jaws. Conspiracy theories are quietly renamed conspiracy facts. The idea that a wholly corrupt, overarching System of pedophilia, murder, mutilation, and money laundering dominates the loftiest echelons of power is not as easily dismissed by normal people as it was even five short years ago. Nobody knows if the System and its participants are as diabolically hegemonic or powerful as they seem. What we do know is that regular life for the citizens of empire is not getting any better, that politicians are uniformly trash, and as the Rush song Freewill states:


Like it or not, we are in a phase of politics where the only effective political action is the kind that comes out of the end of an automatic weapon or at the edge of a sharp blade. Before anyone suggests I am advocating for violence here, no, I am not. I have no plans to go gonzo unless situations truly degrade to the point where I have nothing left to lose. I am nowhere near that point, but many are.

When political action of any sort becomes futile and all markets are rigged so heavily that the average person is laden with the burdens of Atlas to simply exist, choices present themselves. The first choice that most opt for is status quo, the second is to become a killer, and the third is to choose an alternative to the binary of status quo and killer. I plan on treating all of these themes to at least one essay a piece.

Briefly, status quo is the path of least resistance. To opt for status quo is to seek out the dwindling rewards of the System in order to amass more of them for oneself and potentially one’s brood. The status quo seeker wants popularity and clout within the dying system and hopes to exploit it as it has exploited him. He fails to understand that unearned wealth must come from someone who earned it and that by amassing unearned wealth, he merely agrees to pay for it somewhere down the line. Somewhere down the line could mean several or even hundreds of lifetimes of subsistence farming in times of famine. Perhaps it could come in the form of devastating illness and excruciating death. Or it might be several helpings of each. Perhaps it involves running the mazes of Purgatory for a glacial cycle or two until it becomes apparent that the hell world is of one’s own perverse creation. I believe status quo is by far the worst of the three choices, far worse and more likely to lead to hell than the Path of the Killer I am exploring today. Ironically, many who see themselves as killers are actually status quo seekers. They are little boys who fancy themselves as grown men.

Though mainstream System media is desperate to pretend it isn’t so, the Path of the Killer has arrived on schedule. The prognosis is doubleplus ungood for billionaire CEOs, grinning politicians, and status quo tops who make the mistake of being visible on the internet. Whoops! For many years, I wondered why school and theater shooters didn’t march into the boardrooms of Monsanto, Bayer, and Nestle instead of a fifth grade classroom. Many school shootings are false flags, meaning the government mass murdering real fifth graders in real time and then claiming the dirty deed was not done by the CIA in order to ram through anti-Second Amendment legislation.

Insurance adjustors

Luigi Mangione was, as we all suspected, the first in what will be a long line of adjustors to terrify and purge the political class that sits prettily above the common people on their heavy thrones. Luigi allegedly took out United Health CEO Brian Thompson in late 2024. A combination of lax security measures and good timing enabled Thompson’s gratuitous slaughter in front of the Hilton in midtown Manhattan. The opening ceremony of our new era of killers was brazen and showy. Mangione is supposedly being treated like a prison king, with nobody allowed to mess with him and his hair carefully crafted by another inmate in an expert fade. Sean Combs, a.k.a. P. Diddy, who is in the same prison at the moment, is reportedly very jealous, because his prison slop allegedly is full of bugs, poop, semen, and pubic hair. Awww.

There was a brief respite for status quo overlords and their media mouthpieces until June 6, 2025, when Nicholas Manning, the CEO of West Valley Medical Center in Idaho was found dead in a Baltimore, Maryland hotel room. It’s interesting that the Mangione family owns several hotels in Baltimore (though not the one where Manning was found) and is heavily involved in the politics in Maryland, but I digress. Manning was 46 when he was found dead, supposedly of a drug overdose. His family adamantly claims that he was murdered. West Valley’s parent company is the Health Care Corporation of America, which operates an 86 billion dollar network of for profit hospitals across the US and UK. Manning allegedly made 21 million per year. Manning’s family insists fraud was involved in Nicholas’s death, which is currently under investigation.

Thomas Gebremedhin, a VP at Penguin Random House, recently got in hot water when he tweeted about the alleged murder of Wesley LePatner, a female, Jewish CEO of Blackstone Real Estate Income Trust and married mother of two. Gebremedhin pointed out that LePatner made $9000 per minute while making home ownership difficult to impossible for nearly everyone else and expressed that she should “rest in piss”. LePatner’s company was called out by none other than the United Nations for massively inflating rents and home prices around the globe more than six years ago, and of course the private equity firm’s response was to do much more of the same. LePatner and her family lived in a tacky, multimillion dollar penthouse overlooking Jay Z and Beyonce’s building in New York.

Many gods, and not half of them pacifists

Ours is not an openly warlike civilization, as that would take a level of honesty most of us do not possess. We like to hide our hatred and veil it with a veneer of virtue signaling. As John Michael Greer wrote, hate is the new sex, and the repression of hatred as a natural force has become a leitmotif in public and private life.

The most perfunctory of studies of ancient Greece reveal the rivalry between Athens and Sparta. Though we modernites like to stamp ancient cultures with our own generic brand of materialist atheism, Greek city states were deeply enamored and embedded with the gods they worshipped. In Athens, the primary deity being worshipped was obviously Athena, but the entire pantheon constantly occupied minds and hearts. The gods were involved in everyday Greek life in a way no modern person will ever understand. Ares was not the only god of Sparta as Hollywood might presume. Apollo, slayer of Tityus, was revered as well as Artemis the huntress.

Furthermore, the Greek gods weren’t nice. Niobe, the Queen of Thebes, boasted about her superior fertility compared with the goddess Leto, mother of Artemis and Apollo. Niobe had fourteen children and Leto only had two. A kinder, gentler pair of gods would have let it slide. Instead, Artemis killed each one of Niobe’s seven daughters with her arrows and Apollo caused Niobe’s sons to sicken, shrivel, and die. Niobe’s husband then died of plague. Niobe wept until she was transformed into a stone on Mount Sipylus.

Unlike monotheist retards, I don’t believe myths actually literally happened, however, this tale gives us some hints to the dark nature of a solar god and a lunar goddess. The gods killed Niobe and her presumably innocent children for her egomania. They slaughtered her and her family because she was an uppity, arrogant insect who became too annoying not to stomp, and personally I don’t have a problem with it.

There are more not nice gods than nice ones. The brutality of the Iroquois was legendary, and I guarantee they weren’t even close to atheist. Mayans, Aztecs, and Incas were also not atheist, and they had plenty of warriors, slaves, and human sacrifice. The Abrahamic religion’s gods are typically brutes as well, with Allah marrying a seven year old girl and considering it fine to force Islam on the rest of the world by any means necessary. Yahweh is no slouch when it comes to hideous murder, and despite his admonitions to be fruitful and multiply, it seems that deity has never met an abortion he didn’t like.1

To the Vikings, Hel was both a goddess and a place where people went after they were dead. Earth and incarnation was the third station between two afterlife worlds: Valhalla for warriors and those who died honorable deaths in battle and Hel for everybody else. This is not to say Hel wasn’t restful or pleasant for some souls, it is only to say it was not considered as special or grand as Valhalla. Valhalla’s etymology is “hall of the battle-slain”. For those who died brave deaths, it is a sort of heaven, much closer to the gods and their world than Hel. They rest in Valhalla, fighting, feasting, dying, being reborn, and repeating the cycle again and again until Ragnarok, the final battle. Hel, on the other hand, is a land of mist and shadows. Hel is a female goddess who reaps souls to populate her gray sepulcher underneath the earth. Valhalla is in the sky.

Different strokes for different gods and different peoples

Monotheism had a good run. The gods of the last two thousand years each tried to create their own monopolies: Buddha in the East, Christianity in the West and South America, and Allah in the Middle East and Africa. The trouble with monotheist gods is they are all seemingly vying to be Highlander. There Can Be Only One in the monotheist purview, yet it does not appear as if a one-god model is going to happen on Earth or her Universe. During each of their respective peaks, Buddha, Yahweh/Jesus, and Allah commanded large respective populations. None has proven strong enough to take the entire world for himself at this point, and I don’t believe it is going to happen. Of course I could always be wrong.

The old gods seem to be on the rise, and there are many more of them than there are monotheist deities. As monotheism falters and its gods grow increasingly remote and distant, the appeal of gods who send help and comfort in our everyday lives is overwhelming. I don’t ask Jesus to help me communicate with my loved ones because I do not sense he is around or interested. I believe I have talked to Jesus about certain things and that he has illuminated me to great truths, however, for everyday pablum, he’s not my guy. Instead, I ask Hermes, Sul, or Lady Bastet (many of my loved ones are cats). As mainstream religions impale themselves upon their own hypocrisy, it is only logical that polytheism resurges to the place it once held for most people; nature abhors a vacuum.

I am not going to speak for my gods, however, I don’t believe they like the Brian Thompsons and Wesley LePatners of the world. I don’t believe the people who rained punishment on bigwig CEOs are going to hell… at all. Valhalla perhaps, but not hell. Samurais did not forgive their enemies. To forgive or yield to an enemy was considered much more dishonorable than death.

In order to die with honor, it is sometimes necessary to kill, or at the very least to allow death to do its natural thing. I once saw a video of an old Indian street woman eating her own barf because she was starving to death. I am glad I have never known that kind of hunger, but at what point is it not worth hanging on? Especially when you come from a culture that wholly considers reincarnation to be a thing?

In spite of the hordes of pudgy, suicidal, gamer-goomers, there will always be various groups and individuals who have not had their skills bred or cucked out of them. There may be a thousand hikkiko moris content to sleep until 2:46pm or until they get hungry enough to rise for whatever meal Mom provides for them at age forty-three but there will always be one or two with enough vigor to sneak a gun into the citadel. Even in less populous times, there was no way of controlling us all.

There is a whole culture in prison devoted to the sadistic torture and murder of child molesters and murderers. In 2018, Chris Watts allegedly killed his pregnant wife Shanann and their two daughters, four year old Bella and three year old Celeste. Chris tried to lie about the murders at first and later confessed. His motive for the crimes seems to be that he was having an affair with another woman and he and Shanann were in deep financial trouble. Rumors are circulating Chris Watts is not having a good time in prison. He has been transferred from a North Carolina penitentiary to a Wisconsin one because he was beaten up and lives in constant fear of being beaten, poisoned, or raped. In other words, his fellow prisoners are punishing him because the law is not up to the job. Jared Fogle of Subway commercial fame seems to have run a child porn distribution center since his young manhood. After making it as a sandwich actor, he still was dumb enough to get caught crossing state lines with the intention of raping a kid. In 2016, a fellow inmate in the Colorado facility where Jared was being detained beat the crap out of him, punching him several times in his face.

To my mind, it is pathetic that lifers in prison are the only ones responsible enough to zero out the recidivism rate of kiddy diddlers via the only way that is effective. When a pedo is killed in prison, it is a public service that benefits the taxpayer, who no longer has to fund that prisoner’s existence.

When human garbage is in a high place, holding his or her fellow humans in thrall and subjecting them to his caprice, I am not so sure it is the Devil acting when that human trash is taken to the curb. America and other nations have entered our Insane Roman Emperor era. No matter how many emperors were killed back in those days, new and often worse ones popped up in their place. Eventually the whole construct collapsed and gave way to different gods. Wash, rinse, repeat.

Humans do not make gods, no matter what Yuval Noah Harari or Richard Dawkins wants to believe. Humans perceive gods in our own image because we don’t know what else to do and frame of reference is not our strong point. Are the gods OK with it when we take matters into our own hands? I don’t know, but I would argue they don’t seem entirely adverse to it.

 

1Exodus 21:22-23, Numbers 5:11-28, Hosea 13:16

The world cannot be re-enchanted because it is and always was enchanted, it is merely that human beings gradually lost the ability to see and feel it. We are desensitized, and in this era in particular, our desensitization has become a severe handicap. We are spiritually retarded, nearly completely severed from the perception of our own spirits and the spirits around us.

In 1883, the American magazine Chatauqua asked a variation of the philosophical question “If a tree falls in the forest and there is nobody around to hear it, does it make a sound?” The Earth is approximately 4.5 billion years old. Humans only evolved to have working ears relatively recently. The entirety of human existence represents a drop in the bucket where those 4.5 billion years are concerned. Our species is hideously dependent upon petroleum, which represents the debris of trees, pond scum, and animal remains from anywhere from 70 to 250 million years ago, and someday the next dominant species may siphon our remains to fuel the conveniences of their lives. Viewed from a wider lens, it is quite obvious that the answer to the philosophical quandary “If a tree falls in the forest and there is nobody to hear it, does it make a sound?” is Yes. It made a sound, which after all is simply the reverberation that arises from action on the physical plane, duh. The question itself is boneheaded and stupid and reveals more about the philosophers who ask it than the phenomenon it questions.  Hello and welcome to modern science.

The bum rush toward re-enchantment

Right now, a bunch of spiritual retards, myself among them, are desperately trying to reclaim what has been stolen and siphoned away over the last five hundred or so years. We all know something is missing from our lives that has left miserable and terrifying wounds. Though these wounds cannot be seen, we all feel like amputees from which parts have been lopped off or gouged out. In my upcoming book, Sacred Homemaking: A Magical Approach to Tidying, I call this condition spiritual leprosy. I also make the bold claim that spiritual leprosy, along with its twin condition etheric starvation, is the most common set of maladies of our time.

Before the advent of prosthetic everything — the replacement of human tasks and pursuit of knowledge with machines and machine labor — humans were more in touch with the subtle planes. The key to understanding the subtle planes is that they are not separate places. They are superimposed upon us and co-exist with everything we know and perceive. The subtle planes graduate in subtlety from the etheric level all the way to the spiritual level, a.k.a. the Creator or God. The etheric plane, also known as the energy plane, prana, ch’i, ki, vibes, and the Force, is the easiest for us to perceive because it is one dimension more subtle than smell. The astral plane is the next level of subtlety and can be understood as the personal and collective dimension of images and imagination. This level is perceived by animals and plants as well as many others. Even more subtle and therefore expansive, wide, and difficult to grok for a meatbrain stuck on Meatworld is the mental plane, which is the plane of concepts, causes, and effects. Ancient Christians used to have a working knowledge of all of this stuff, whether it was instinctive or from the halls of elite learning. The medieval garden was symmetrical and intentional, full of calculated angles and patterns that acted as demon traps and herbs and vegetables that provided physical medicine and nourishment. Their cathedrals utilized sacred geometry both outside and inside, amplifying the cleansing power of the Missas performed every day, month, and year at the appropriate planetary times. Medieval people were not ignorant about astrology, nor did they dismiss it as demonic like a starving idiot would reject lifesaving food because the texture was “off”. Magic was not exotic to them; it was as plain as the nose on your face. In Eros in Magic and the Renaissance, Ioan Couliano explores the common belief among medieval peoples that individuals and groups could be manipulated via their eros using psychology and the art of memory. Couliano paints a detailed portrait of people who lived deeply and wholly in an enchanted world to the point where they were aware and wary of those who would seek to enchant them. Another aspect of spiritual awareness was the veneration of saints, who are formerly human helpers who have chosen to help humanity despite having the option to do other things. Buddhists call these beings bodhisattvas. You can reject their help, but it is not a good idea as they are going to be the first ones to come to your assistance when you are in metaphysical trouble, and I would argue we are all constantly in metaphysical trouble at the moment.

The evangelical Christian is the pigeon who craps all over the chess board, knocking the pieces off and strutting about as if she has won. She returns to her ignorance like a dog to his vomit. If her medieval ancestors could see her now, they would hang their heads in shame. It is not entirely her fault she lives in a spiritual Idiocracy where any meaningful information from the past has been bulldozed by materialist elephants rampaging in the proverbial china shop. She cannot help that she was raised in an environment where every bit of paradise on Earth was paved to put up a parking lot. She is a materialist because that is all she has ever known. Her food has always been devitalized and from the store instead of the yard and the forest. Her poor brain has always been manipulated by mass media and propaganda. There has not been a moment when she could escape the astral cacophony of other tortured souls and now she is old enough where it has begun to make her a bit crazy. She has been injected with all manner of vaccines that carry the nasty side effect of segregating the subtle bodies from each other. Like her world, she is full of small bits of plastic. Her body’s processes are chronically disrupted from petrochemicals gone wild in the form of phthalates and dioxin. The very air she breathes is inundated with miasmic radiation from cell towers. Yet the worst of her problems and that which lays her bare to whatever demons would like to set up shop in her fragile subconscious is her profound lack of gratitude. Existential fatigue and the exhaustion of living in this incarnation in the early twenty-first century is a recipe for ungratefulness. The medieval peasant had gratitude to God; her modern equivalent does not, despite the lip service she is mandated to provide.

How do we re-enchant ourselves?

We may not be able to re-enchant the world as it is already in a state of enchantment and never left, but we can re-enchant ourselves, and that means removing the malefic enchantments of our materialistic, deadened era and returning to a healthy, balanced state of autonomy that excludes the influence of roving demons and psychological parasites.

The first things I would suggest in the work of re-enchantment is to pick up the three practices of spiritual hygiene aside from prayer that can give us a working tool set with which to combat the grime of our era. These three daily practices take up about a half hour every day. I have written about them in the linked articles and I personally do them, otherwise I would not recommend them:

1. Discursive meditation
2. A daily banishing ritual or its weekly traditional mass equivalent
3. Daily divination

Once you have established a tiny chunk of your day to the practice of spiritual and mental hygiene, it is time to modestly approach a god. In approaching a god, your earnestness and humility will be what determines whether or not you get a demon instead. I believe the arrogant religious end up with demons as reliably as their Satanist or atheist counterparts, as you tend to attract the same frequency to which you vibrate. Continue down the materialist, arrogant, greedy path and you will attract throwaway junk, runaway pride, and insatiable appetites for what you think you need to own. In other words, you will continue to dwell in the heavy, Ahrimanic world of MOAR STUFF and blind obeisance.

If you are humble and forthright, however, you will likely attract a bodhisattva or a saint before you get a god, and that is perfectly fine. You should very much want that to happen, because it will soon lead you to a relationship with a god and eventually God. You have to go at it with the persistence of a small trickle of water that eventually becomes the Grand Canyon. This will not be an easy ride and you are going to need all the help you can get.

In the meantime, and there is a great deal of meantime, you can start where you are by giving thanks for the tiny, good things about your world instead of fixating on the bad. Think gratitude, not worry. Nothing reaches the ear of God faster than gratitude. The reason I suggest taking up the three practices of traditional Western magic before praying or being compulsively grateful is because it can be hard to perceive one’s own gratitude as anything other than fake or gay before the subtle bodies have been at least partially washed of the astral sepsis of our peculiar era. That said, you can cultivate gratitude for little things right now and nothing is stopping you. You can give thanks to your door for stopping the bugs, rain, wind, and human predators who would otherwise get to you and make your daily doings uncomfortable, inconvenient, and deadly. You can thank your shower for making you clean and sweet-smelling and praise indoor plumbing, especially the indoor toilet. When you humble yourself and consider the reality that many do their business outside without the benefit of a flushing commode, you realize how good you have it. You can thank your bed by making it, also setting a rubric that says you are thankful for a safe place to sleep. Yes, you are still going to be assailed by problems, EMFs, people who are jerks, and propaganda but it does not have to be your focus in life.

My upcoming book Sacred Homemaking: A Magical Approach to Tidying, due out from Aeon books in the temperate seasons of 2026, attempts to explain how anyone can connect to the enchanted world and re-enchant themselves by appreciating and maintaining their own living space. Whether you live in a cardboard box or a magnificent chateau, it is daily acts of ritualized gratitude that will provide the key to true satiety of the sort money cannot buy. Enchantment has always been right in front of you and all around you; you were simply trained not to see it and that training comes from a set of generational handicaps. You do not have to go out and find enchantment in the forest or in the exotic fantasy of a book or video game. The whole world is enchanted and waiting for you to escape the evil spell you’ve been under so you may fully participate and begin to truly live.