Dispelling the Demons
‘Epstein is not important because he was uniquely depraved. He is important because he is the icon, the symbol that points beyond itself....
‘As the names keep dropping, it’s hard not to get a sense that absolutely anybody who had achieved fame, influence, power or renown was mixed up in an organized cabal of depravity and moral turpitude.
‘It feels like every TED Talk you ever nodded in agreement to, every Grammy award-winning singer you vibed to, every politician you voted for, and every business leader whose companies you bought shares in, they were all laughing behind your back, because it was a Big Club and you ain’t in it.
‘The Club is in the global domination game, and its accoutrements include fraud, racketeering, blackmail, and ritualized abuse of women and children.’
—Mark Jeftovic, The Epstein Egregore
How to metabolize the information of evil at the pinnacle of world power and society, except by celebrating its exposure and necessary demise?
In the personal sphere, how to escape the tentacles of matrix formation in the patterned brain, obsessed with chess moves, musical scales, rhythmic codes, or other puzzles of a geometric consciousness fractalized into sleep, background noise, shadows on the ceiling?
How to dream into clearer waters, past the nets of sargassum caught drifting in from the open sea?
This meditation tames the gremlins, dispels the demons by spelling their shapes and guises as they skirt the margins of daily routine.
Calling them out, leaving their black blood on the page, framed and skewered, declassified.
Alphabet versus goddess, this lingo aims to reverse that unbalance, laying weapons down from left and right brain alike, to hear the leaves dancing in the wind despite the ceaseless grinding of machinery in the tropical afternoon.
This runic ramble strives to set the record straight, to unwind the bindings of certain outcomes and predictable algorithmic superiority, to weight the future with groundings in the past, in the all-embracing soil, in the ever-changing sky.
This is but one episode in the story of our stories, told by flickering firelight or screened display.
Once wild animals, where are they now, rustling in the hedges under the wind? Did we really intend to kill them all, for our own benefit and amusement, to prove ourselves more powerful even than the goddess herself?
Where did that winning strategy get us in the end, but raised up to towers of iron and glass, toasting the end of the world?
