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I actually am pro-choice, BTW, for all the reasons cited in the meme.

Do you remember how far off the year 2024 seemed in the year 2020? My corner of the world in suburban Chicago was locked down and my business was closed. I awaited news of what was happening overseas in dreaded epicenters of lockdown and "infection" that were supposedly a month ahead of our own two-weeks-to-flatten the curve. Older people were being slaughtered wholesale in hospitals and nursing homes, which quickly morphed into government-subsidized death camps. To add insult to iatrogenic injury, nurses and doctors lovingly choreographed group dance routines in empty hospital corridors. Some dancing medics were even captured hoisting up a patient's corpse (or what looked like it) while they cavorted and frolicked. Adding to the obscenity, we all knew for a act that somewhere in the background, still-living patients were busy suffocating because of unnecessary ventilators, seizing because of unnecessary drugs, or just plain being starved to death with no family or friends allowed to impede the process. If you trust allopathic doctors for yourself or your kids after seeing what went on from 2020-2023, that's on you. The world went insane and those of us with a handful of marbles were not running the asylum.

In January 2021, a local mom and I funded Speakeasy Illinois, a group for getting around masks and later on, vaccines. I was lucky. I had the benefit of being part of the Cosmic Doctrine reader's club and discussion with John Michael Greer patiently guiding and moderating. I knew better than to throw my energy into hating the opposition. Trust me that I wanted to hate them. Instead, my Speakeasy group supported the change we wanted to see, encouraging members to patronize mask and vaccine free establishments. My group started home schools, visited freedom-loving stores, changed to freedom-loving doctors, ate at freedom-loving restaurants, filled freedom-loving churches, networked for religious exemptions, and generally ignored the opposition whenever possible in the spirit of Christian occultist Dion Fortune. We directed people towards freedom-loving medical professionals, and in hindsight, I think this is where we hit the hardest. The greatest fear of the modern medical industry is that it will lose paying customers. My group quietly informed people that allopathic medicine is not in the business of healing. The more the overarching powers tried to censor the information, the more appealing it became to my group's members. Strange things happen when a small group of people wake up.

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Far too many unvaccinated persons in my group lost family and friends. One woman regaled me with the tale of her husband divorcing her after 30 years of marriage and two children. Her story was hardly unique. Strained marriages were the rule and not the exception: many marriages did not survive. Yet no matter how bad the vaccine reign of terror became, those that should have known better refused to recognize the tsunami of pro-vaccine propaganda. They fell like cordwood, literally and figuratively. Vaccines killed my neighbors. Vaccines gave them and their children strokes, heart attacks, chronic inflammation, liver failure, psychotic episodes, and cancer. To this day, many who took the vaccines and survived continue to put their faith in them. Each new day brings catastrophic news of how unnecessary, deadly, and damaging are the MRNA vaccines. Though most normal people around me say they would not take another MRNA vaccine, there is still a disturbing number who believe in them. The dwindling number of vaccine enthusiasts seems marked. They remind me of Westboro Baptists, that group that claims to be worshipping Jesus yet spends all of its public time engaged in the demonic cursing and belittling of others. MRNA vaccines were the holy sacrament of the modern Church of Hate. Those who took the communion and simultaneously lack the decency to apologize for their religion are doubling and tripling down in their passions. Religion can be a hell of a drug.

My Ogham Were Wrong, Thank the Gods

Though my Ogham divinations got a great deal right about how the unvaxxed and vaxxed would change over the last few years, they were spectacularly wrong about the number of vaccine dead. My Ogham said the vaccines would cause a Black Death scenario by 2024. This patently did not happen. What seems to have happened is a close shave. World population has hit its peak of 8.2 billion and thanks to vaccines, it looks highly unlikely that we will ever get to 10 billion. I am glad my Ogham were wrong about the vaccine dead. Though it is clear people are dying and not being replaced, it is not happening at the breakneck speed suggested by Geert Vanden Bossche, Sucharit Bhakdi, and the late Luc Montagnier. There are ominous trends, for certain: the ERs have been full since the vaccine rollout, and they have not been full of the unvaccinated. Cancers are way up.

Nevertheless, suburban subdivisions have enough people to fill traffic jams and kids birthday parties. Life as usual goes on. The slow easing of population is going to look a great deal more like South Korea or Japan than a Mad Max film. Though we are constantly told real estate markets are collapsing or about to collapse, renting or owning a home is still extremely unaffordable anywhere in the industrialized world. The common person's dream -- it's not just the American dream -- is to have a stable place to live peacefully and quietly. This dream is off the table for most of us.

Unfortunately, the Covid Cargo Cult appears to be readying itself for another shot... or set of shots. Cover for election shenanigans and unearned wealth transfer from the hard-working to the non-working are good enough reasons for the medical believer class to gorge on a new wave of manufactured chaos, however, the Church of Hate gets its rocks off on gaslighting above all else. The Church of Hate labors under a heady delusion that they can create their own reality and force others to believe it. This is the substance to which they are addicted and this is what drives their malice. Deprive them of it and they have no power over you.

Don't Hate the Haters

Oh honey, trust me I KNOW that it is tempting to hate the haters, but to succumb to the ruse is to fail one of the primary tests of Meatworld existence. You don't fight the opposition by hating it, or by loving it for that matter. You fight it by becoming different from it and building the superiority of that difference. For every petition they sign or The Thing they embrace, I vow to learn a skill that can actually be of use in the future. For every bit of vitriol they barf out of their poisonous gullets, I will publish a chunk of helpful, uplifting material or at very least, exact it of myself to be kind and courteous unless I am directly in danger. While they do the equivalent of online thumb twiddling, I will go outside, talk to trees, and tend my garden. I suggest you do the same, because the more negative approach is futile.

I am happy to read your Ogham free of charge -- that's how I hone my divination skills. Please limit your reading request to four or fewer Ogham cards: though this can take many forms, here are some common ones (all of them are basically combos of 4 cards):

-a single three card reading for the week or month and a one-off, one card reading

-four questions about four separate items that require one answer (card) per item
-a one card reading to answer a specific question and a three card for a more nuanced question
-Two separate readings, two cards a piece exploring the positives and negatives of two different choices

I am happy to do Ogham readings confidentially via email -- just email me at k steele studio at gmail during the allotted time/before deadline. I cannot answer health questions. If you have a question about health or another sensitive, private matter, provide a bunch of non-identifying information and the Ogham will be able to figure it out even if I don't. I'm serious... the Ogham actually tend to "know" things without me being privy to what is going on.

Please note I take time off during Solstices and Equinoxes for Druid stuff and because sometimes I simply need a break.

My next planned break is the week of Saturday, September 21.

I take reading requests from whenever this post goes up on Friday night until 8pm US Central Time Saturday.

For a more in depth look into how I read and interpret the Ogham's symbols, please visit my website druidogham.wordpress.com.

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Despite its massive egregore and towering astral pyramids, at least half the world's population takes no interest in professional sports. Much like other forms of "professional" entertainment, professional sports seem to have hit their peak. Also much like other "professional" modes of entertainment, becoming a pro sportsball player is not encumbered by meritocracy. Even before the days when biological males in boxing rings were turning South Park episodes into grim reality, there was enough steroid use and nepotism to tip the entire construct towards grotesque unfairness.

Gen X prides itself on a childhood spent playing outside yet it easily forgets the era's obsession with organized sports. Though my generation and the ones after it were told we could be boss babes or astronauts, the real fixation was with turning us all into professional, competitive athletes. One's popularity in public school in the 1970s, 80s, and 90s was largely dependent upon athletic status. Every homecoming king was nearly required to be the captain of at least one high school sports team. When I was in high school, there was a cringeworthy, edgelord rich kid who insisted he should be homecoming king instead of the usual suspects. In the end, he lacked the necessary votes and time on the field. Deep involvement in school sports has always helped filter out the riff raff: school sports have always cost a small fortune. Poor kids cannot afford to participate.  In the novel and later movie, Carrie, the popular girl who bullies the titular character is a female jock who manipulates her boyfriend into dumping pig's blood on poor, unathletic Carrie. It is fitting that the brutal opening scene of Carrie takes place in a high school gym locker room.

I don't know how it is now in this time of molly-coddling and paranoia, but back in the day no one was safe from the obsession with sports. In junior high, everyone did the Superbowl Shuffle. We were given a "choice" to sit it out and look like nerdy freaks; it wasn't a real choice. I wish the idiots who made public school a living hell for non-jocks could let non-sports fans either appreciate sports from the side lines or opt out entirely. There was no such animal in my young days. Nowadays, I would still be happy to see everyone who forced me to play sports pilloried for a minimum of 24 hours. I did not mind swimming or running many miles. What made me angry was getting hit in the face over three times in floor hockey. I have always been athletic; I simply have no urge to compete.

It's a good thing they played better than they danced...

I admire what sporty types do but I cannot imagine paying to see them, let alone traveling and then paying to see them. For the athletes themselves, the insane drive to be THE BEST seems hollow in this post-Piscean age where to truly shine is to do your own, unique thing. Professional sports are by their nature a religion of conformity. Games have rules. Players wear uniforms so they all look the same. They join TEAMS. Every person who has attained a position in professional sports team has gotten there by being a rule-follower and a conformist. Sports are boring because they offer few surprises. Gymnastics and iceskating are somewhat compelling because of their creative aesthetics but the rest of it is ugly and base.

Sports were and are little mock-ups of wars. Like wars, they belong to Ares and maleness. In the ancient Greek Olympics, it goes without saying women were not allowed to participate in the games. Many people do not realize that married women were banned from watching. Despite the Olympics being a very big deal back then, married women were not allowed to watch the men's games upon penalty of death.

Taylor Swift is the musical equivalent of a modern professional sports star. She plays to half the world -- her fans likely number in the billions -- and for now her face and body match a scary ideal mere mortals cannot achieve even with copious surgery. Despite her grandeur, I think she's boring. Her music is overcooked-lasagna-noodle bland. It sounds like it was written by a focus group of middle-aged Karens. Anyone who wants me to sit through one of her live concerts would have to pay me at least ten thousand dollars, not the other way around.

As we shift harder towards a world where legions of social media users disenfranchise the Taylor Swifts and Kylie Kardashians of the world by tuning them out, I think we will see professional sports finally begin to loosen its death grip on the collective imagination. Will women's sports be completely obliterated as the ranks fill with biologically superior athletes of XY chromosomal makeup? Will the opening ceremonies of Olympics 2028 kowtow to the new pressures of the religiously respectful Right? I don't care and you cannot make me care. The only wish I have related to sports is the wish my tax dollars will never again fund a sports stadium build out; I am certainly not holding my breath for that practice to end anytime soon.

If you like sports, more power to you. As an outsider looking in, I would implore you to save your hard-earned money for the support of your own local teams. If you have a child in sports, realize that it is a racket and please do not pressure the talented kid to “go pro” as it is an even bigger racket. Maybe I am just naive over here but I thought sports was supposed to be about sportsmanship and love of the game. I don’t see much of those in professional sports and I doubt I am the only one.

Whoops! I forgot to post this last night so I am extending the deadline until 11pm CST tonight, Saturday, August 3, 2024. Thanks for your patience and understanding!

I am happy to read your Ogham free of charge -- that's how I hone my divination skills. Please limit your reading request to four or fewer Ogham cards: though this can take many forms, here are some common ones (all of them are basically combos of 4 cards):

-a single three card reading for the week or month and a one-off, one card reading

Please note I take time off during Solstices and Equinoxes for Druid stuff and because sometimes I simply need a break.

My next planned break is the week of Saturday, September 21.

I take reading requests from whenever this post goes up on Friday night until 8pm US Central Time the next day (Saturday).

For a more in depth look into how I read and interpret the Ogham's symbols, please visit my website druidogham.wordpress.com.

I am currently trying to minimize my use of PayPal. If you'd like to make a donation, I would be grateful if you did it here:

http://buymeacoffee.com/kimberlysteele

Your prayers of blessing to the deity/deities of your choice are welcome whether or not you can donate.

I have re-released a new version of the Orphic Hymn to Hermes (Mercury). Please enjoy. I transposed it in hopes that it will be easier for someone to make a cover version!

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One of the most enjoyed and enjoyable series I have done for my White Witch of the Prairie channel on TikTok is about my favorite herbs.

As a kid who grew up in an affluent suburb of Chicago, my peer group did not exactly share my interest in weeds and cultivated perennials. Thank heavens my mother used to love to garden before her physical ailments prevented her from doing so, and she introduced me to all of the Midwestern garden staples such as irises, hostas, monarda, and daylilies. By the time I was twelve, i became interested in herbalism. Much of my teen years were spent alone, hunting down plants, often with a book in hand, hoping to identify what I found.

I believe I would be much less healthy if I had never been an herb geek from a young age. Learning about my local flora connected me to the spirits of the land while very young, and now that I know a thing or two, I have had time to experiment when it comes to foraging and herbal remedies. This morning, I drank a strong brew of Camellia sinensis, otherwise known as tea. Just today, I made lunch out of fried purslane on rice after foraging it from my garden, where it grows in copious quantity. This evening, I will take a combination of root of stinging nettle, uva ursi, and cranberry to help sleep through the night. Though none of the above are considered sleep aids, they support bladder and urethra function in a way that prevents the number one cause of problematic sleep: getting up to pee multiple times. Through herbalism, I have learned how to gently build up immunity and organ function in a slow, natural way. In this era of untrustworthy pharmaceuticals, I think it is a better time than ever to resurrect some of the herbal knowledge of our ancestors. Not all herbs are safe: I wish people knew this. That said, we have to start reclaiming our knowledge about herbs instead of eternally holding them at arm's length while consuming them accidentally in the form of a candy, a tea, or a dish. Through individual and group experimentation, we can rebuild the body of anecdotal knowledge that is the foundation of gnosis.

The following is a short list of wonderful herbs from my TikTok videos. I welcome suggestions for future research and TikTok herbal cameos.

Amla (Phyllanthus emblica) - An ancient myth tells of the amla tree sprouting up from the tears of Lord Brahma when he cried during meditation about Almighty Vishnu. As the first tree on Earth, it is the most beloved. So blessed by the gods is the amla tree, its fruits can cure the body of ailments and ghosts and evil spirits are said not to trouble houses where amla fruits is kept. This humble green tree grows in the wild to be about 16 feet tall and its fruits are approximately the size of a marble. A study from the University of Pakistan showed that ¾ of a teaspoon of powdered amla fruit worked better than the leading anti-diabetes drug in lowering blood sugar. If you’d like to try amla for yourself, it is available in dozens of affordable forms from Indian grocery stores, including powder, dried and frozen fruits, and many beauty products for hair and skin.

Betony (Betonica oficinalis) -The ancient Egyptians attributed magical powers to betony. Ancient Romans listed it as a cure for 47 different illnesses. In astrology, betony is attributed to Jupiter in Aries. In the Middle Ages, betony was planted in churchyards to ward off evil spirits. Betony is completely non-toxic and can be put into herbal teas or used in amulets.

Borage (Borago oficinalis) I Borage, bring always courage was a household rhyme for centuries in European households. Borage or borago officianalis is a Mediterranean native with fuzzy, somewhat prickly leaves, a sprawling habit, and almost neon-bright blue flowers. I grow it in my zone 5 Midwestern garden and though it is not a perennial, it somehow re-seeds itself every year, always popping up in a new and different place. From my experience, it is not at all difficult to grow borage from seeds directly sown in the ground in spring. Borage is attributed to Jupiter in Leo. Bees absolutely love it. I dry the blue flowers and add them to sachet amulets. Some people candy the flowers, which like the rest of the plant have a light cucumber flavor. Borage tea and poultices are said to be soothing and inflammation-reducing, or at least this is how they were used for centuries in herbal medicine when they were not being used as gentle anti-depressants.

Chicory (Cichorium intybus) Chicory, with its lovely blue midsummer flowers, is a common roadside weed. Chicory was highly valued by ancient herbalists for its tonic effect on the liver, effectiveness as a mild laxative, and use in poultices to treat swelling. Chicory loves humidity and blooms in the most humid time of summer. Chicory’s blue flower is said to be the inspiration of the Romantic movement of the 19th century, symbolizing the longing for kinship with the infinite and divine. Chicory is also said to grant invisibility, but only if harvested during the hour of Jupiter on July 23 with a golden knife while maintaining a strict silence about the working from start to finish.

Clover (Trifolium campestre) Clover is a common ground covering herb in the legume family with white to pink blooms. It’s the same kind of herb that cows and other animals like to munch on because it is nutritious and can be found almost everywhere. Clover is a soil improver because it captures nitrogen. In astrology, clover is mainly attributed to Jupiter, probably because it brings luck and makes any earth it grows upon more fertile for other plants. I like to take clover blossoms, pick them apart, and leave them on a plate in the sun for a few hours. Later in the evening, I take a heaping teaspoon of them in a tea strainer and immerse them in hot water for about five to seven minutes. The resulting infusion is sort of like a light matcha without caffeine.

Elecampane (Inula helenium) Elecampane is a plant named after Helen of Troy that was also sacred to the ancient Celts, and said to be the favorite plant of the fairy folk. The people of medieval Europe candied the spicy roots and ate them as a confection. Modern gourmets do the same thing. Placing dried elecampane roots around the home attracts the good fairies, and planting it around your home provides an oasis for fairies. My favorite way of using the elecampane in my garden is as a companion plant to parsley and calendula, and I make a tincture of the root with vodka for a medicinal elecampane cordial to settle the stomach and improve respiration.

Hosta (Hosta plantaginea) are herbaceous perennial plants, which means they die in the winter and come back from roots in the springtime. Hostas are native to Japan, Korea, and the Asian side of Russia. Their leaves range from a narrow two inches across to broad saucers. In Japan, hosta is known as Urui or wild mountain vegetable. Most people do not realize this common ornamental plant, frequently found in gardens and yards, is delicious and healthy. The health benefits and taste are similar to asparagus, which is not surprising as hosta and asparagus share the same plant family. The young springtime shoots of hosta are especially tasty either fried or steamed.

Hyssop (Hyssopus oficionalis) Hyssop is noted for its healing power several times in the Bible, often in conjunction with animal sacrifice as a spiritual cleanser and banisher. Hyssop is in the mint family and features dainty spikes of purple blooms and a petite leaf that is smaller than peppermint or spearmint. In western herbal medicine, it has both cooling and warming properties that make it uniquely suited to treating lung problems. Though some herbalists consider hyssop sacred to Jupiter, herbalist Sajah Popham points out that hyssop’s slender stalks, petite leaves, and purple flowers, as well as its healing influence on the lungs may indicate it is sacred to Mercury, who rules the element of Air. Personally I grow hyssop strategically near my front door to prevent malevolent beings from the spiritual or physical realm from entering — just as hyssop was used in the Bible to repel evil spirits, it can still be used today for the same function.

Iris (Iris germanica, pallida, florentina, etc.) Irises are sacred to the Moon in Aquarius and are named after the Greek goddess of the rainbow who served as a messenger to the gods. Irises spread by their roots, also called their rhizomes called orris root. The main magical use of the sweet root of the iris, also used as a fixative in perfume, is in love magic and to attract mates. If you want to try some orris root magic for yourself, try wearing a small sachet of chopped or powdered orris root as a pendant or in your pocket when you are around the person you’d like to attract. Focus on the intention of making yourself sweet, cheerful, strong, and lovable, just like a blooming iris in mid-May.

Lactuca or Wild Lettuce (Lactuca serriola) The lactuca family of plants or wild lettuces are relatives of normal table lettuce. Ancient Greek’s called them Titan’s blood because of their medicinal properties, which have more than a passing resemblance to opium. This is video I took myself of a wild lettuce growing outside my house in the upper midwest. Lactucas grow around the world, and every continent outside of Antarctica has some kind of lactuca growing enthusiastically along roadsides and in random fields. Lactuca is easy to misidentify. The plant it resembles most is sow thistle or Sonchus oleraceus, which has similar spiny leaves and is also very tall with ugly flowers. The way you can tell Lactuca from other plants is its characteristic thin spines on the backs of the leaves. Wild lettuce is the best of non-addictive painkillers. It can help soothe a headache, get you to sleep, and provides a feeling of well-being and tranquility. The spirit of this special plant is very kind. It is both lunar and Saturnian in the best way. Though you can find a plethora of methods of drying it, boiling it, or brewing it into an opium like tincture or sap, here I am simply taking a few fresh leaves, macerating them, and then brewing them just as you would loose tea, then blending it with some lemon balm. The resulting tea is very mild and pleasant.

Lemon Balm (Melissa oficinalis) Lemon balm is an herb in the mint family. It is native to the Mediterranean and common enough to be mentioned in Homer’s Odyssey. Astrologically it is attributed to Jupiter in Cancer. Bees and pollinators in general absolutely love it, and I understand why, because the smell is fresh and lemony. Apprentice alchemists make their first tincture out of lemon balm. Nicholas Culpeper said lemon balm “causeth the mind and heart to become merry, and driveth away all troublesome cares and thoughts out of the mind”. My favorite way of using this Jupiterian herb is drinking a big mug of hot lemon balm tea about an hour or two before I go to bed. It has a mild sedative effect, inhibits bacteria and viruses, and is very hydrating and soothing, which is probably why it has traditional use in breaking fevers.

Milkweed (Asclepias syriaca) Milkweed is native to North America. Its genus plant family name, Asclepias, comes from the Greek myth of Apollo’s son, Asclepias, whose healing power as a physician was so great, he could cure terminal illness. Many native american tribes used milkweed as medicine, but unfortunately, the relationship with milkweed has mostly been lost and it is not advisable to use milkweed in home remedies. The reason for this is milkweed is poisonous, and though past generations knew how to process it and use it, we’ve pretty much lost that knowledge. Milkweed’s milky sap contains toxins called cardiac glycosides that can be toxic or fatal especially in large quantities to dogs, birds, cats, and humans. Monarch butterflies will only lay their eggs on milkweed because when they ingest milkweed, it makes their bodies poisonous and unappetizing to predators. In my own case, I grow Asclepias syriaca in my garden so I can provide shelter and food for monarchs and other butterflies. The scent of milkweed’s purple blooms is heady and rich. After it blooms, milkweed goes to seed and has large pods that are full of brown seeds attached to little puffballs. In WWII, the puffy seeds of milkweed were used in lifejackets.

Peppers, hot (Capiscum, Solanacae) Hot peppers are Martial, meaning they are good when you need to fight, whether it is fighting off the latest virus or bacteria or adding a layer of protection via magic. Jethro Kloss claimed to have cured patients of rheumatoid arthritis using cayenne pepper both internally and externally. Hot peppers are surprisingly easy on the digestive system and it is often not the hot peppers that upset the stomach but the onions and garlic that are so frequently paired with them. I tend to use hot chili pepper flakes in red bag amulets and hoodoo baths, and of course I eat my fair share of cayenne in food. I once grew some Carolina reapers that were too hot to eat but made excellent amulets.

Poppy (Papaver somniferum) The opium poppy or Papaver somniferum has been in cultivation since prehistoric times. All poppies contain volatile substances called alkaloids that act as pain relievers. I once heard it said that poppy is not addictive until the moment you overdo the amount of relief for pain. Poppy seeds of any sort can be brewed as a decoction — a decoction is simply tea that you boil for anywhere up to an hour instead of infuse for a few minutes. The result is a mild pain-relieving drink. Iran, Colombia, Laos, Pakistan, India, Mexico, Burma, and Afghanistan are the world’s largest producers of opium, which is collected from poppy flower buds, dried into resin, and then refined into morphine, heroin, and a host of technically legal drugs such as Ocycontin and Vicodin. Due to the bitter, black resinous seeds, its strong association with death and dying, and its cool earthiness, the opium poppy is attributed to Saturn.

Purslane (Portulaca oleraciea) Purslane is ruled by the Moon. Also known as low pigweed, it is spreads low on the ground and is considered a menace in warm climates. But anyone who considers purslane a menace has missed the memo that purslane is not only absolutely delicious, it is a nutritional powerhouse. A mere 4 ounces of purslane — only half a cup!— contains 559mg of potassium, 39% of the RDA for Vitamin C, 19% of your daily RDA for Magnesium, and 26% of Vitamin A plus omega 3 fatty acids. Though it can be eaten raw, pickled, or added to soup, my favorite way to eat it is to rinse it, shake it semi-dry, dredge it in chickpea flour and saute it until crispy on high heat with a tiny amount of olive oil, then add salt to taste.

Stinging Nettles (Urtica dioica) It’s really hard to wax overly positive about the benefits of stinging nettles. The plant is native to Europe and northern Africa and much like dandelions has also spread all around the world. Despite their abrasive leaves, nettles are truly nature’s multi remedy. Stinging nettles contain four times the amount of vitamin C than an equal amount of an orange, an array of B vitamins, calcium, and oddly enough, a hefty does of protein. Drying, soaking, or cooking deactivates the stinging chemicals and that is why one of the most common ways to use nettles is in soup. Especially when used along with uva ursi and cranberry, stinging nettle is one of the best and least toxic ways of preventing and ameliorating unpleasantness in the bladder and urinary tract, including prostrate and urinary troubles in older men. Happily, all of the above are available in pill form and are difficult to overdose. Nettles are attributed both to Mars in Aries, most likely due to their sting, and Thor for their association with lightning. Old folklore has it that you cannot get struck by lightning in a nettle patch. An old English manuscript from the 12th century describes a Nine Herb Charm including nettles that is part recipe, part spell and part puzzle. This strange message from the past attributes the spell to the knowledge of the god Germanic pagan god Woden. Pollinators and butterflies love nettles despite them not being a particularly pretty plant. Nettle flowers are small, bunched up, and green and look like seeds.

Tea (Camellia sinensis) According to Chinese historians, tea was discovered by a Chinese Emperor in 2737 BC when the leaves of Camellia sinensis tree blew into some water his servant was boiling. Tea was once so heavily taxed in Europe and America, it was smuggled and fought over by cartels. I believe Camellia sinensis to be sacred to Athena because of the plant’s preferred climate of shady mountainsides and its appeal for bookworms and lovers of knowledge. My favorite way of using tea is by drinking matcha that I mix up with a bamboo whisk every morning. I follow the matcha with a pot of black tea, which consists of the leaves of the same plant, C. sinensis, which are aged and no longer green.

Uva Ursi (Arctostaphylos uva ursi) Common bearberry is a native of Eurasia that grows in a thick, evergreen mat in sandy, barren soil. As the name bearberry implies, the berries are a favorite of foraging animals, but in herbal medicine, it is the bearberry leaf that is of special interest. Bearberry has been used for centuries as a kidney and bladder tonic, which is to say that imbibing it in tea, tincture, or capsule form strengthens the function of the bladder and kidneys. As we age, few escape bladder problems. For men, it is often a bad prostate that results in frequent peeing. Women have the same issue sans prostate — urinary tract infections often turn deadly in hospitals and nursing homes among the elderly. Basically we can take the approach of putting out fires as we age or preventing them. Bearberry’s gentle support of the urinary tract without side effects along with other kidney and bladder supporting herbs such as dandelion and cranberry may present an alternative to the traditional allopathic reliance upon antibiotics.

Wood Sorrel (Oxalis acetosella) As an herb that is sacred to Venus and also completely edible, wood sorrel is yet another superfood magic plant lurking in a sidewalk crack near you. The entire family of wood sorrels, which look a great deal like clovers but have a heart shaped leaf, is known as Oxalis. The delightful lemon-apple flavor of wood sorrel is tasty and thirst-quenching. Native Americans used wood sorrel as medicine to alleviate nausea and to cure canker sores and sore throats. It contains high amounts of Vitamin A and C. My favorite way of using wood sorrel is simple: though it can be made into poultices, teas, and decoctions, I simply pick it and eat it.

Yarrow (Achillea millefolium) Yarrow is ruled by Aphrodite or Venus, which may explain why it is associated with loyalty in marriage as well as healing the wounds of war. Yarrow is native to Europe, but it can grow almost anywhere quite aggressively except for in hot, dry desert climates. Yarrow contains over 100 biologically active compounds and is known as Bloodwort, woundwort, and sanguinary for its ability to stop bleeding and heal inflammation. Its association with the soldier Achilles comes from its use as a styptic and to stop bleeding. To use yarrow, hang bouquets of yarrow leaves and flowers to dry near your bedside for magical protection and to draw the energies of lasting love and fidelity.

-a single three card reading for the week or month and a one-off, one card reading

Please note I take time off during Solstices and Equinoxes for Druid stuff and because sometimes I simply need a break.

My next planned break is the week of Saturday, September 21.

http://buymeacoffee.com/kimberlysteele

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Zombie Distraction by Stay in Wonderland

According to the Michael Teachings, there are multiple timelines running alongside our own. Some have ended in nuclear annihilation of the planet and others are milder variations of what we've already got. I suspect -- I do not know this, I only suspect it -- that this is actually my second go-around as Kimberly Steele, which implies that I bungled up my first try badly enough to start over with a reboot courtesy of the gods. This means I have already lived my life under passably similar circumstances, but this time around I have made different and hopefully better choices. I asked if I would have a third go-around as Kimberly Steele and my divinations said No.

The weekend of July 14, 2024 was extremely weird and so was the time leading up to it. In the period leading up to the attempted assassination of Donald Trump, the physical and astral weather both felt extremely constipated to me. Yes, it is summer, and I live in the humidity belt that sits on the earth like a giant pregnant dog, heavily shifting here and there to unleash toxic farts of sodden, leaden air. The mere presence of summer was insufficient to express the heaviness of the imagination that has sat upon this land since the early 1980s. I remember the 1970s as a happier time when women in my neighborhood genuinely cared enough about each other to keep an eye on each others' children when we were all playing outside and running up and down the block. There is no such animal now; it's a rare neighborhood where kids even play outside. I remember when media wasn't the worst kind of cynical, poop-eating grin nihilism and when "going to the media" with your story could actually result in justice getting done. There was a time when we didn't sit cheek to jowl with anger and fear like we do now.

Tornado by GilbranX

One common symptom of subtle plane degradation is bad drivers. There used to be one obligatory asshat who weaves in and out of traffic trying to jockey for first position; now there are five for every crowded patch of road. Another is fat children in schools. It used to be that only one child out of the class was chubby enough to be called overweight. Nowadays, the entire fourth and fifth grade class is overweight and a handful are morbidly obese. So when the air was thick and heavy for the last few weeks with astral conditions to match in the form of mildly unpleasant dreams, I wasn't exactly shocked. We live in an awful, degraded Demonic Age.

The Sister and Sons of War

The day after the attempted assassination of 45, a storm blew through that dropped 12 tornadoes. Tornadoes whipped around as close to the city of Chicago as they have ever been. Usually tornadoes steer well clear of Lake Michigan but not this time. The atmosphere was changing in more ways than one. It felt like a huge discharge of accumulated foulness.

When an astral clog pushes downward toward the etheric plane, it polarizes much like cold and hot air do on the physical plane, creating a storm. There is a release of energy that emerges as friction: lightning, thunder, hail, pounding rain, and tornadoes. This is not to say human emotions are the root cause of all storms... they are not. Human energy is only one chunk in a huge cauldron of constantly-moving energetic forces.

That said, it is not at all unusual for an astral clog to result in a storm. Astral clogs also cause war and disease as they evolve downwards. The tornado dirty dozen was preferable to a hot war, which under our current murky astral conditions can easily flare up. When mass astral-level anxiety breaks the fragile human walls of civility and pushes angry people to start raiding the resources of those around them, we call it war. Think of yourself -- if your neighbor is a lunatic and you find out he is some kind of child predator, contemplate exactly how bad conditions would have to be in order for you to take justice into your own hands. Maybe you live in a nice suburban situation right now, but imagine that place under worse circumstances where everyone is poorer and more desperate. If your pedo neighbor is a direct threat to your child or has been caught harming or trying to harm your child, you might try to find a way to stop him. Hell, I know I would. If it was me, the neighbor would die and I would do my best to get away with it. If I did get away with it, I would not care because I would perceive my child as being safer. I would handle the karma as it came.

Now imagine every other person is like me and every other person than that is a pervert. Under bad conditions, we now have a war on our hands. Ares, the god of war, is brother to Eris, goddess of discord and strife. His sons are Phobos and Deimos, respectively gods of fear and terror. (Religious literalists are so stupid. As Sallust said, myths are the things that were always true but never were) This is a way of saying to the puny human brain that bad times bring war and war infects the population with fear and terror, begetting more strife and war. It's no mystery that famine and disease hover like specters around times of war. Not only do famine and disease cause each other physically, the astral images of war beget famine by giving us the urge to make others starve as we have starved. War is based in the fear the other guy has more than you, so you march over and take it and/or you are the victim of him taking yours. Disease is merely the symptom of fractured consciousness, and this is not a statement that implies the fractured consciousness can or should be fixed. Disease is part of the consequence of a ripple emerging from a tear or warp. The tear or warp pulsates and replicates the shape of its damage and casts the reflection of its opposite state. Mao and Stalin ripped down the world of higher aspiration in their rapacious greed. The physical reflective image was that they stayed fat while the common people wasted away. During the calamitous 14th century (tip of the hat to Barbara Tuchman and her book A Distant Mirror) Popes attended orgies in gold and jewels while the people blackened in the armpits and groins and simultaneously crapped and barfed out their entrails. Nowadays, the elite glitterati are Ozempic thin while the diabetic masses swell and bloat, their clogged hearts bursting with atrophied fats.

You Only Die Twice?

There has been some conjecture as to multiple deaths where Dr. Ruth Westheimer and Richard Simmons are concerned. I remember Dr. Ruth dying many years ago. I believe it was around 2002. Nevertheless, media reports say she died the week of July 14, 2024 as did Richard Simmons. I also have fuzzy memories of Richard Simmons dying less than a decade ago, but mass media reports that the reclusive Simmons was hiding and not dead all these years. I am nowhere near alone in my fuzzy recollections of hearing about these two celebrity deaths before the year 2024. What is truly odd is that the timeline seems to have shifted as of the July 14 weekend and as the shift gets into higher gear and the branch/road splits off, the new reality of the two celebrities dying in 2024 supplants the old one of them dying in the early and mid-2000s. Because it doesn't truly concern me and mine, the new memory implants itself in my consciousness as if it was always there despite people supposedly not being able to die twice.

Skeptics rally with a cry of "NONSENSE!" but the whole point is the convergence or divergence of various threads in the tapestry of spacetime does not depend upon anyone's single consciousness of it, nor does it depend at all upon human awareness or perception. Spacetime, from what traditional occultism as well as my own personal guides tell me, is an illusion. One thing that has greatly eased my mind about my father dying in 2023 is his own reassurances from beyond the grave that it won't be all that long in the scheme of things before I see him again, and this is if I live a long natural life. For the only part of my father that ever mattered and the only part of me that truly matters is our higher selves, and those never became remote from each other despite the occurrence of his physical death.

Parallel Worlds

As above, so below. Everything is a fractal, so why would our souls in spacetime be any different? Let's presuppose there is a timeline running alongside ours -- one of many, perhaps -- that is either a reflection/reverberation of ours or ours of it's.

In this alternate timeline, Trump was felled by the 20 year old's bullets and the lower and middle classes went to war with the elites. They began with Haley Kalil, torching her beautiful apartment. The Met Gala of 2025 turned into a bloodbath. Celebrities foolish enough to attend found themselves running like Hunger Game tributes, hiding under tables as snipers rained bullets on their fancy food and ice sculptures. For some, it felt like justice served, but in the riots that ensued, there were lots of hardworking, honest people caught in the crossfire. War has the unfortunate effect of motivating the have-somes to take from the have-nots.

Therefore if you think this kind of elite takedown will positively affect your local economy in anything but the very long term, you're an idiot. Everyday life became much more hellish in the parallel timeline for most regular people. Lawlessness spread through the land. The governor of the state where Alternate You lives was suddenly disappeared, never to come back. A junta arose to take his place. Then that junta was deposed for another junta. Keep in mind politics in all of our timelines have become a game of Kick the Can Down the Road So Someone Else Can Deal With It. If Alternate You's timeline is run by a cadre of violent mobsters, it is anyone's guess if supply chains will flow or even trickle. Trains running on time? Probably not. Highways free and clear of opportunistic brigands? Probably not. Armchair warlords should be careful what they wish for.

One Life to Live

I will speak only for myself, but this sad little pea brain can only grok one timeline at a time. There may be a zillion lifetimes and a zillion universes to match but I have only got the mental capacity to "do" this one.

I believe the timeline I am currently dwelling within is more happy and positive than whatever one I was in before the fateful weekend of July 14. My spirit guides were kind enough to throw me a bone of what I perceive as agreement. They said that this new, more positive timeline is the result of a growing number of individuals taking on genuine spiritual work. Some of them (very few and that is OK!) are doing Druid stuff like me, talking to the spirits of the land, sitting down under trees, slogging away with Western-style discursive meditation, performing the Sphere of Protection or other banishing ritual every day, and consulting the Divine via divination and prayer. Others are on the old, venerable Christian path of living a modest, minimalist life of good works, hard labor, and humility. Some have no declared religion at all and appreciate the divine by being grateful and generous alone. Once again, it boils down to being the change you want to see in the world. If you want the collective consciousness to shift for the better (or to continue down our seemingly new and improved branch of evolution) start with your own consciousness. It is never too early nor too late to say Thank You. Don't be like J.Lo or Joel Osteen. Give a lot when you only have a little. Work like you never needed the money and love like you have never been hurt. Understand that every choice matters, from the small bit of laughter and warmth you give to the girl waiting on you to the benefit of the doubt you give to a corrupt society in which you are currently trapped. It is never too late to become a better person. If you have been a terrible person in the past like I have been, the only place to go is up. You are the country. You are the spirit of the land. Though you may not get to direct the entire force of your timeline, you can choose what you do with your unique part of it, starting right now.

Summer Field by O-l-i-v-i

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I doubt anyone noticed, but I don't usually talk politics. Since Biden was appointed his placeholder presidency, I have made deliberate efforts to tune out all things political. Why? Outrage never helps, and that includes outrage from me. If I throw my own hate energy at the doddering pedophile vegetable in the White House, that is energy I could be transforming for better use on my own projects. Unlike today's Scientism-ists, I understand a few natural laws. If I exchange the finite energy of my personal being in order to throw hate, I take it away from my other goals, such as inspiring others with a love of music, composing Orphic hymns, learning Druid ritual magic, and generally being a better person than I was yesterday, if only by the slightest bit.

Dumb and Ironically Loud

The Left finally did a dumb enough act to get me to speak about politics again, and that is saying something. Americans have suffered with a failing jalopy of the economy in the wake of Covid hysteria. When I founded my local business support group for mask and vax-free networks, Speakeasy Illinois, I was in the process of collapsing my small business. I had so few clients, it was not possible to afford commercial rent. Though I am now swimming in clients again as per usual, during the Plandemic I legitimately considered skipping out of music teaching and doing something else... that was how bad it got. I got off easy. The Democrat-managed economy made huge swathes of the American population homeless. Plentiful fentanyl flowing into the country as well as a metastasized pharmaceutical system have put average people into the position where they can become violently addicted to soul-destroying drugs at any moment. There are beggars at every major intersection now in my realm of the posh suburbs. The homeless live and amass in forest preserves, making many of them dangerous to traverse. Inflation, shrinkflation, and crapification are through the roof. Most suburban Zoomers have two garbage jobs by the age of 25 and still live at home. Everybody is working, hustling, and breaking ass just to keep Mom stocked in paper towels and coffee creamer.

Gaslighting Makes Me Stabby

All of this would be almost bearable if we had not been gaslit for the last four years about being in a Golden Age. In said Golden Age, the aforementioned complaints not happening. The economy is great, they say. The 2000 election was the fair result and what Americans wanted, they say. January 6 was an insurrection and its provocateurs still rot in prison. Open borders are virtuous. Men are women and women are men. Riots and fiery lootings are peaceful protests.

If there is one thing that can transform a regular, law-abiding human being into a homicidal maniac, it is gaslighting. Back in the fifth grade, I remember being gaslit by another little girl who was known for openly lying. I don't even remember what she was lying about, but when she lied about me, I had the urge to snuff out her life. America is on the verge of civil war because of millions of people being told a pack of lies and then being coerced to pretend they like it.

When the lying, sniveling media pretended that the Presidential Weekend at Bernie's farce had only become apparent at the first debate, it was more fuel on a roaring fire. Biden's gaffes started well before he assumed the POTUS title. The Left has merely reaped what they have sown. Watching Biden call Zelensky by Putin's name would be funny if we had not been gaslit.

"Hate"-Humping the Air

All this time, the Left (and this includes Trump Derangement-addled RINOS) had every opportunity to be the change they wanted to see in the world. Instead, they are a lot of lunatics who have been babbling and screeching for nearly a decade now, throwing every fiber of their being into the love of Trump. You heard me correctly: the LOVE of Trump. The Progress cult is a church of hate. They only claim to despise Trump. For when you are in love with hatred and hatred is your drug, the object of your addiction is also your beloved. BLM Chicago used many occasions during peak Plandemic to twerk in supposed defiance of Trump: the result was hilarious cringe. It absolutely read as a fertility ritual as they humped and gyrated, wishing for the magic seed that never came; pathetic! The legacy media broadcast Trump 24/7, making it abundantly clear who and what they lusted after. A hate boner is still a boner.

Trump is the mirror onto which the Left projects its own sins and the Left is in love with its own reflection. They predictably accuse Trump of every sin for which their side is responsible. When Trump was caught saying he would grab 'em by the pussy, Biden was actually doing it, both with Tara Reid and his own daughter Ashley, whose childhood diary reveals that she was afraid to shower because of her father's habit of climbing in with her. Accusations of Trump's violence and injustice were actually perpetrated by Leftists, both in speech and action. Trump's alleged racism was yet another projected Biden trait. Ole Corn Pop's senility now ensures he cannot hide his superiority complex when it comes to non-white people.

The soundest advice at the moment is to stock up on popcorn. We live in interesting times. We are living in an era of great change; one can feel it in the air. The lions of the entertainment industry are being poached. No one is safe; not J.Lo, who has been reduced to empty concert venues despite tickets costing eight dollars. Rumors have it that Oprah could be arrested, and even if they are not true, keep in mind she was untouchable a decade ago. Sean Combs, otherwise known as Diddy, is done for. The sacred cows of the previous era are being served up as steak.

Trump is not an Orange Julius Caesar - he's far too lucky for that. He is our Marcus Aurelius. We are coming into one last, fleeting era of prosperity before a descent into brutality and chaos. Stock up, stay level-headed, keep it thrifty, and get your affairs in order while you still can.

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Most people think I am white. It has been this way all my life. I am actually half-asian and half-white. I was adopted by white parents at ten days old, so perhaps I have the vibe of being raised by a white person. It's very strange being half-asian raised, for all intents and purposes, as a white girl. I loved tofu from the first time I tried it at age fourteen back in the 1980s, when it was not easy to find in the local grocery store. The diet I eat tends to veer heavily towards asian foods. I buy Calrose rice in 20 pound bags. I drink tea, including green tea, like someone who was born in China, Korea, or Japan: without sugar.

I used to resent the fact almost nobody could pin me as even half-asian... that was before I learned to lean into it. About a year ago, I decided to create a TikTok account dedicated to covering the kind of basic occult knowledge that used to only be found in exclusive, faraway bookstores back in the day. I dubbed myself the White Witch of the Prairie, a nod to the majority that presumes I am of exclusively European genetic makeup.

Neither and both, both and neither

The trouble with being half is you end up being both races and neither/nor. I was always too white to be considered an asian person and too asian to be considered a white person. Our culture has a weird fetish for half-breeds (I also use the term halfsie) that pops up in cheesy sci-fi dramas. Halfsie characters like Blade and the Lycan-Vampire hybrids of Underworld are all too common as cinematic tropes. There's something special about halfsies, so they say, or at least there used to be. I was one of three half-Japanese children in my elementary school -- the other two were sisters who, unlike me, had a Japanese mom and white dad who did not abandon them at birth. You can imagine how this made me feel. I was lucky to have loving parents but I was always cut off from Japanese culture. It is a part of my psyche that was forcibly amputated. By the time I was in high school, half-breeds were everywhere. Nowadays, half-breeds are so common, if I go into any random public space, almost everyone in it is some kind of mutt. It is far more rare to have a single-origin background: you purebloods are the human equivalent of standard poodles and Korat cats.

In 1973, Cher came out with a song called Half-Breed.

My father married a pure Cherokee
My mother's people were ashamed of me
The Indians said that I was white by law
The white man always called me "Indian Squaw"

Half-breed, that's all I ever heard
Half-breed, how I learned to hate the word
Half-breed, 'she's no good,' they warned
Both sides were against me since the day I was born...

Cher is half-Armenian and lacks a single native American ancestor.

In the same year, a half-Mexican, half-white woman calling herself Sacheen Littlefeather claimed to be half native American. Littlefeather, whose government name was Maria Louise Cruz, declined Marlon Brando's Academy Award for The Godfather on his behalf. She used the allotted time to deliver a cringeworthy speech ostensibly to draw attention to native American causes, having been put up to the publicity stunt by Brando himself, who skipped the ceremony. Liza Black, an associate professor of history and Native American and Indigenous studies at Indiana University and a citizen of the Cherokee nation said "Littlefeather was a troubled woman who made the stories of others her own."

Going back in time a little, who could forget halfsie Nancy Kwan as title role in The World of Suzie Wong? Because of course the asian lady had to be made of sex, and the role could not possibly go to a woman who was entirely Chinese. Kwan claimed not to have experienced racism during her long career of being repeatedly typecast as a submissive asian sex bomb... bless her heart. Kwan was one who denied racism existed, and it seems like a sound enough psychological strategy in its own twisted way. Was she just being stupid or was she playing 4D chess? We will never get an answer.

New cringe overtakes old

Kwan's complete denial of racism in general was far more sufferable than the halfsies of the current millennium, who use their non-white side as a bludgeoning rod. Barack Obama, who is exactly as black as I am asian, has made a career of having his blackness shoved down our throats. In his own words, Obama barely knew his black African father, who committed an act of bigamy with Ann Dunham, Obama's mother. Barack Obama Sr. left his wife, Kezia, pregnant with their second child when he impregnated Obama's mother. In short, the guy got around. It hardly mattered; she asked him for a divorce when Barack Jr. was three and he did not contest it. Obama's mother frequently delegated little Barack's care to her own white parents. She then remarried and began creating Obama's halfsie siblings with the Indonesian man who would become Obama's stepfather. Some of his youth was spent in Indonesia with the newly growing family, but he was later sent back to Hawaiian boarding school. All in all, it isn't exactly a saga of racial oppression, now is it? Obama's lack of qualifications for the Oppression Olympics (that having been President of the United States thing is highly inconvenient when you want to claim oppression) has not stopped him from producing a post-Apocalyptic Netflix film called Leave the World Behind that features whites persecuting blacks as its leitmotif. I wonder if his chef felt persecuted?

Amandla and the nutcracker unsweet

Speaking of human caricatures, Leslye Headland's lesbian casting couch has been full of race-baiters and Oppression Olympians. The literally blockheaded former Weinstein lackey has collected a bevy of starlets, all of whom are likely full of bitter regrets right about now. You would also be sad if you slept with someone who resembled an overgrown Christmas nutcracker and not because you really wanted to out of curiosity. Disney finally pulled enough stunts to become seriously uncool, and it is doubtful that its stockholders Blackrock and Vanguard can save it. In 2023, Halle Bailey (who is completely black as far as we know) pitched a racist hissy fit in an attempt to cancel Argentinian interviewer Patricio Borghetti. Borghetti said "None of us who were in that room yesterday were seeing the color of your skin” to Bailey, who quickly tore him a new one by screaming MICROAGGRESSION. The cuck media quickly fell into line behind Bailey, who in true Emperor Has No Clothes fashion continued down the garden path of her own arrogant self-righteousness.

Half-Mexican actress Rachel Ziegler followed suit and used her Snow Brownness as a battering ram, initially crying racism after her own trashing of the Snow White project sunk the ship and got her fired from the planned sequels.

Amandla Stenberg's ancestors were Vikings on her rich daddy's side, yet that did not stop her from creating one of the most unintentionally funny anti-white racist music videos ever made. In three minutes and thirty nine seconds, she teleported her entire acting career into the outer reaches of the Andromeda system without a spacesuit. Though there's no accounting for bad taste, waking up next to the Igor to Harvey Weinstein's Dr. Frankenstein hardly seems worth the price of admission.

The final boss of racist half-whites is Megan Markle, wife of Prince Harry. Megan has been hammering us with her supreme blackness since forever ago, claiming mysterious racist mutterings against her son, Archie, with zero receipts. She claims to have been excommunicated from the royal family because of her race and not because her ego is the size of all of the former British colonies combined.

You know I love to talk about the root of the matter and in all of the cases above, we are looking at extremely rich, privileged people who never had to work a day in their lives and probably never will. It is not that anyone has ever thrown shame at these half-whites (and black Halle Bailey) that they could not handle but the fact they are ashamed of all sides of their ancestry. Just as Dylan Mulvaney mocks femininity because he hates himself and women in general, halfsies caricature their non-white halves because they know they will never fit in with its "pureblood" members. They try to out-black the blacks and out-asian the asians. What you hate, you imitate. They also hate whitey because it is socially acceptable and easy and they have indulgent parents. For now, hating whitey is de rigueur, though I sense it won't be quite as acceptable in a decade.

At the core of every one of the above egomaniacs is a terrified little worm who knows that someday he or she will be exposed for being a garbage individual who spent no time doing the work of the self. If you know yourself to be a terrible person but cannot consciously deal with it, you will throw out a straw man in order to hide your weaknesses. Race is their strong man.

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The term "jump the shark" comes from Happy Days, where in the fifth season, Henry Winkler played Arthur "the Fonz" Fonzarelli waterskiing over a caged shark. The show had grown so boring by season ten, a young Heather O'Rourke was thrown in as a recurring guest star in a weird and desperate attempt to revive it. The show wrapped in its eleventh season.

Like Happy Days in its last days, we are at an unhappy crossroads with beauty standards. The cute are not cute enough. Handsome is not handsome enough. Perfect is nowhere near perfect enough. A list celebrities at the top of their games are openly disfiguring themselves in order to cling to images that AI can create without a single cut or drop of blood. It's as if we are living out the adage "Those whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad." Every day, there is a new human face on the formidable Lesson of the Screen. When your world becomes the screen and you choose ever-decreasing dopamine hits not for thrills but to make it from hour to miserable hour, no human will ever be beautiful or interesting enough to hold your fungus-gnat attention span. This includes the live humans to whom you may have vowed fidelity.

Childhood is now accompanied by almost constant screen time, crowding out the physical world and decreasing sensitivity to the subtle planes even more than my TV-addled Generation X. TV and movies helped me to become dysmorphic -- to this day I am not comfortable on camera and I do not feel I want to be in front of one. At least nowadays I don't feel there is anything at stake when I am captured on video. I am not proud of the times when I was more concerned about my appearance. My old dysmorphia and urge to look perfect pales in comparison to what young people are going through now. My generation did not have screens following us on vacation or to the beach. We did not have the internet, let alone TikTok. There is a girl who become rich and famous on TikTok for merely twitching her pretty nose on camera to a beat. There is a Chinese influencer named Zhou Chuna who had over 100 plastic surgeries by the time she was sixteen. She is now approximately nineteen. She reported suffering memory loss from going under frequent anesthesia, yet her only regret was not getting the procedures sooner than age thirteen, when she started down the plastic surgery rabbit hole. She is part carnival freak, psychiatric patient, and human lab rat.

The ~~Beautiful~~ Uncanny People

Each decade brings more insecurity to increasingly-younger people, and celebrities and influencers are on the bleeding edge of the experimental wave. Michael Jackson cut off his nose to spite his face: there was no doubt he hated himself, no matter what the other allegations against him were. We can see the initial rush of approval and acceptance celebrities get when they get their first tweak: a nose shaved down, veneers, lip injections, modest implants. A little plastic surgery can transform a good looking person into a total babe. Once the high wears off, what reliably tends to develop is a wendigo of dysmorphia. The celebrity gets more done, all the while chasing the original rush of the first medical procedures. Celebrities used to look great until middle age. Some could even pretend they were not getting anything done. The trouble with plastic procedures used to occur at age 70 or 80, and suddenly celebrity grandma and grandpa looked drawn and tight. Nowadays there are celebrities in their 20s and 30s who are already looking weird. Fancy galas are a sea of collapsing nose jobs, Ozempic cronehood, and lumpy post-filler foreheads and cheeks. The male beauty standard yields even worse results, with old men attempting to reimagine themselves as hair-plugged K-Pop twinks and average looking dudes flocking to looksmaxxing forums so they can turn into egg-sucking Handsome Squidward. If I were one of the women who was supposed to be impressed by looksmaxxers, I would be in mourning for them. They have sacrificed themselves to the demon of wasted time and All Dressed Up With Nowhere To Go in the same sense as any vain girl who has no other hobbies besides her appearance. Beauty standards are now so warped, it is the height of fashion to be a sexed-up child with a micronose and violent anorexia. Humans now think they are as malleable as Mrs. Potatohead and find out they do not have interchangeable parts in the hardest way possible.

Let Her Have It: The Beauty Standard is Yours, Honey!

AI does not have the limits of the flesh. The AI hottie IS Mrs. Potatohead. She can swap out her features, gender, and even her species at the drop of a hat. She can hit all of the dopamine triggers and she can do unusual porn. She could do an army of her own selves (Andrew Tate's ultimate secret fantasy) and she would not even be sore or end up with herpes. She can look absolutely perfect anytime, anywhere, and she never has to age. This is why I suggest leaving the beauty standard to her and her to it. Let's all give up. I am not saying we should be unhealthy; no, we should all take good care of ourselves by eating moderately (this means eating medium amounts instead of gorging or starving) and getting our limbs moving in the spirit of use it or lose it. But let's stop doing it to look perfect as AI has taken that from us. Only AI can look perfect.

The now washed-up Kardashian-Jenners had their fun combining self-disfiguring surgeries and AI filters to become cartoon versions of themselves: the joke is on them because their faces, boobs, and butts cannot uncarve themselves. They now get to live with plentiful scar tissue and an aging process that will resemble milk more than it does honey. There is an old, cruel epithet about women who try to look much younger than their actual age that compares them to mutton dressed as lamb. I don't even eat flesh and I know that means taking an old animal and putting it on the dinner table pretending it is fresher and a higher grade of meat. If you've ever seen the Stanley Kubrick version of The Shining, there is a terrifying scene where Danny's father goes into Room 237 of the Overlook Hotel and encounters the ghost of an old woman who killed herself in the bathtub. She puts on a spirit-mask of a young, nubile whore in order to seduce him. She has trouble holding the glamour, so Danny's father ends up in the embrace of a floppy, gray, decrepit hag. The hidden face of the old person who has had many surgeries to appear young reminds me of the Room 237 scene. For those of us who see the soul, the uncanny glamour of youth reveals hideous glimpses of the clutching, hungry, desperate harpy beneath, no matter how good the work of the surgical team.

Inner Beauty

To the young and pretty: No matter how beautiful a person becomes, looks fade. Nobody gets out of Meatworld alive. Your body has been dying since the moment it was born into Meatworld. This is Meatworld and Meatworld SUCKS. You have a pretty jawline? It will sag. Pretty, upturned eyes? They will droop. Nice legs? Varicose veins, cellulite, and age spots, and that is if you are lucky and don't lose the function of your knees. If you invest most of your energy into looking cute, you may end up with some influencer or celebrity cheddar but you will likely fail to develop any practical set of skills if you fall out of public favor. The karma of looking cute is not at all cute. You can choose to chase the dragon or dance away from the addiction towards brighter realities.

Blessed are those who talk to the trees -- I know this, because I am one who talks to trees but was too distracted as a younger person to talk to them. When the mirror is trying to grab you (this includes screen mirrors such as iPhone cameras), walk away. Do you really need to spend more time in the abyss of cheek exercises and woeful lamentations about a particular body part? STOP, drop the phone, and go outside and find a tree. Sit with your back to it. Do this enough and you will feel weird sensations of energy moving in and out of your body. Another name for this practice is the Druid Tree Ritual and I wish I had done it back in the day. The Druid Tree Ritual is a form of prayer and also communication with the living earth. With repetition, it can give you valuable mental impressions to heal a sick mind and clear out some of the Meatworld chatter. Only by giving trees a chance can we understand them: the tree ritual is a way they can "talk" to us.

Mirror, Mirror

The old name for dysmorphia was more blunt: vanity. Vanity is one of Catholicism's Seven Deadly Sins and it is a pretty bad one, ranking right up there with Pride. If you are preoccupied with looking in the mirror, photographing, and videoing yourself, let's face it, you just might be vain. I know I was. One thing I have done to force myself out of my own vain habits is to put the statue of a god above the full length mirror in my house. Every morning, I force myself to sincerely bow in respect to the god before looking at my own reflection.

Yet another trick I have to combat dysmorphia, vanity, and unhealthy obsessions is the work of discursive meditation. By taking a single topic every day and unpacking it like a ZIP file, you learn to fill your astral plane with something other than idealized, unattainable dreams of your own face and body.

There are now beauty contests for AI "women". AI "women" are the new influencers who can pretend to be whomever they want. There are AI K-Pop bands and of course there is AI porn -- I have never watched it but I imagine the production and lighting are excellent. Since AI are willing to work for free without complaint and can be thin without starving, give them the rope they need to hang themselves, let the bald computer nerds essentially go at it with each other in the guise of AI "women" competing for attention (no that's not homoerotic at ALL, nothing to see here, folks, keep moving) and go outside and sit under a tree. You're welcome.

AI beauty contestant Seren Ay, who can literally become Mrs. Potatohead because she is the figment of some computer geek's wank cache.

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Ten years ago when I was still atheist, I bristled at any mention of the occult planes of existence. Like a good Christian fundamentalist, I rejected any bit of knowledge outside my preordained bubble, presuming it was trying to program me. The truth was that I had already been programmed.

The planes of existence are not OTHER. They are all right here, right now. They work in cyclical patterns and the phenomena on one plane becomes the phenomena of the next in a different form. I have made analogies in the past in an attempt to help people think their way through them: one is the Gobstopper analogy, which has the added benefit of being Everlasting:

“If each human’s existence is likened to the Everlasting Gobstopper/Jawbreaker, the material plane is the sour candy shell on the outside. One layer in, there is a different flavor called the etheric plane. This plane of energy is what Chinese people call “chi” and Indians call “prana” and is what feng shui, acupuncture, and Ayurveda works with. The etheric is invisible to us humans while we are awake in our stodgy plane, but some sensitive people can see it and most can feel it whether they realize it or not. The next candy layer in is the astral plane, which is most easily understood as the world of dreams you go to when you sleep. The dream world is part your own brain and part collective, meaning, other peoples’ dreams are part of your world/vice a versa and you can interact with them and they with you. Dreams are not what you choose them to be: just like other people’s emotions or the weather, they aren’t controlled by the dreamer. There are rules and limits to them just as there are rules and limits on the physical plane. Of course these rules and limits are different than the ones on the physical plane. The next layer in is the mental plane, which is the plane of learning and mastery that separates humans from other animals. For instance, being able to figure out how fast an object falls to the ground because of scientific laws falls under the mental plane category. Another layer into the Gobstopper is the spiritual plane, which is the primary reason you were incarnated and is the core from which all of the other layers of the Gobstopper emanate and cannot exist without. Take note that all the planes are the same Gobstopper, they are just different layers of a whole candy.”

The second analogy I like to use is the Stick Figure Family analogy:

If you are familiar with the kind of sticker that shows up on SUVs depicting family members and their pets, that is what I am talking about. On the physical plane/Meatworld, the window cling film is made of plastic, which is the long-decomposed parts of plant and animal matter we have processed into a sticky film. The etheric plane is where the sticker gets the static electricity that gives it the ability to stick. Though static electricity is invisible, we recognize it as present and we can feel it if we shuffle across the carpeting in a cold and dry room. The next plane "upwards" or "inwards" is the Astral Plane, the plane of ideas and images. When we see a crude stick drawing and associate it with a family of four with a dog and a cat, it is our Astral Plane development that enables us to perceive the drawing as a depiction of a family. Non-human animals do not have the same ability to translate that sort of visual symbolism, and that is the main thing that separates us humans from them. The Mental Plane is the concept of family and the ancient force that causes humans to band together in the first place. Humans do not understand this level of existence very well, but the few who do are often perceived as masters, gurus, or yogis. The Causal Plane is the divine force that created all of this stuff to begin with, and I won't even pretend to understand the first thing about it except that it is there.

I am going to add a third analogy in hopes of breaking through the same wall of obtuseness I faced as an atheist. I will call this one the airplane analogy; this one is very special because it actually has a plane in it... You see what I did there?

Airplanes do not just appear out of thin air. In order for an airplane to exist on the material plane, we have to trace it all the way back to where it came from. The airplane is a construction of metal powered by petroleum. It is actually several inventions in one -- refined crude oil, engine, ailerons, wings, steering, wheels. The energy it is given by the oil and the resistance given to it by wind currents and gravity are etheric plane phenomena. Without the etheric plane's energy, the airplane would not be able to be made, let alone fly. The next subtlest plane the airplane comes from is the astral plane, otherwise known as the plane of images. The airplane began as images in a person's (or a few people's) heads. If there had never been an image of a flying machine, the flying machine would not have been invented or "made real" with metal and fuel. The minds that invented the airplane also did not get the idea from nowhere; on the mental plane we have the mechanics of birds and insect wings that illustrate the concept of flight. Only when the concept of how that happens is understood do we get men capable of making an airplane. The spiritual world is the force we call Divine that seems to have created birds, flying bugs, wind currents, and flight in general.

In The Rosicrucian Christianity Lectures, Max Heindel says:

A little thought will soon make it apparent to any investigator that we live in a world of effect which is the result of invisible causes. MATTER and FORM we see, but the FORCE which molds the form and quickens it is invisible to us. Life cannot be cognized directly by the senses; it is invisible and self-existent independent of the varied forms we see as its manifestations.

Let us quarantine some images that are better off put aside for now. One is the American Buddhist notion of nonexistence, which acknowledges reincarnation and seeks to supplant it with the ultimate turn off/tune out. The Buddhists I have met seem to confuse it with an unsullied afterlife realm of bliss. This innocent land for "good" Buddhists sounds like Christian heaven with the tags removed. The last time I checked, heaven may be a nice place, but it is definitely still existence. Speaking of Christian heaven, there's another farce explored in countless television shows and movies, though not as often as Christian hell. Long story short is all the interesting people go to Christian hell, leaving Christian heaven a fairly boring place. Even ancient Greek concepts of the remote lands of Hades and Mount Olympus should be put aside for the time being, or at least until you can use them to train your mind instead of inform it.

There were a spate of episodes of the cheesy, oversexed vampire TV series True Blood that featured the worst of New Age misconceptions about the realm of fairies. Of course fairies or Faeries were depicted as having their own dimension, and this dimension was a literal forest with chandeliers hanging from trees. White Ren faire gowns were the official dress code of the True Blood Faeries. Just... NO. This sort of Tinkerbellish conception of fairies is exactly what landed me in hot water when I tried to invoke them as a teen and ended up with night terrors. Fairies aren't nice creatures; in fact, they are often brutes. John Michael Greer speculates in his book Monsters that gray aliens and fairies are probably the same thing -- both like torturing and raping humans and occasionally mating with them consensually. From my experience, I believe he is correct.

When I say fairies dwell upon the astral plane, and I believe I have said those words before, what I mean is they are non-embodied beings. They are strongest in the realm of images whereas humans are strong in the physical plane, and we have the oil rigs and strip malls to prove it. Because fairies and other astral creatures are more active in their comfort zone of the astral level of existence, they can manifest on the next plane "down" towards the material known as the etheric, but if you put up a defense, such as a bent piece of iron in the form of a nail and salt amulet, they are easily prevented from taking form. This is useful knowledge if you have a house that is prone to orbs, bad smells, weird noises, stressed out pets, and misplaced objects. The defenses of natural magic are often enough to completely remove mild poltergeist phenomena from a living space.

Humans have become more materialistic as our populations have swelled. I believe the average person in 1924 saw more ghosts, shadow people, saints, and other paranormal oddities than the average person of 2024. The further you go back, the more they saw. In 1624, witches were taken seriously because it did not require hallucinogens to see what they were doing on the etheric plane. This is why so many regular people made witch bottles in 1624. A witch bottle is a device designed to trap and torment the etheric body of a would-be witch assailant. In the year 124, dragons were real because the average peasant could perceive the etheric plane (I believe dragons, ki'rin and ki'lin are etheric plane phenomena) like modern humans perceive the physical plane. Isn't it interesting that ~~fairies~~ ahem I mean aliens tend to haunt rural areas and the more remote, the better. I's almost as if they take shelter where non-human ecosystems are in charge. When there is a human lucky or unlucky enough to encounter them in the wild, they are anything but friendly.

They saw it coming...

The material plane is extremely crowded at the moment. The era in which we dwell was labeled the Kali Yuga by ancient Indians. Nostradamus burned all of his collected knowledge in order to prevent it from falling into our bumbling hands. Ancient Mayans and Incas tried to prevent our era from happening via blood sacrifice and a hell of a lot of it. When white guys showed up in boats, they folded their empire like a paper napkin and let a few hundred Conquistadores take their empire. Why? They knew. They knew this era would be materialistic, crass, ugly, and depressing. They knew we would be utterly blind to things they saw.

When you have a buttload of humans in incarnation, it follows there are lots of former animal souls being flipped into human existence. I myself have distant past life memories of being a goose and later a cat. It's not easy being a cat. One of the reasons I treat my cats so well is because like Pepperidge Farm, I remember. So the next time you, my gifted and intelligent reader, have the urge to throw your hands up (or a particular finger) at one of those dolts known as the Stupid People, please keep in mind that the Stupid Person may have been a squirrel, cow, or a dog all of eighteen years ago. Be patient, for they are doing the best they can!

We are at peak population, peak Idiocracy, and peak materialism. The bad news is that you are HERE. The good news is there is no place to go but up.

If there is one habit I can recommend to foster gnosis of what on earth is happening (shout out to Mark Passio) it is discursive meditation. For 5-15 minutes every day, you sit in a chair with your feet on the ground. While you sit, your job is to unpack a single phrase, thought, picture, or symbol like a ZIP file. Mine it for its information, its insights, its tangents, and its flights of fancy. This limited focus becomes your rabbit hole. For instance, you could meditate on deceptively simple statements like this:

I am a spirit in the material world.
The planes are separate and all at once.
Time and space are illusions.

When I started discursive mediation, the above statements would have been too much for my feeble brain (well let's face it, they probably still are) and I would meditate on simple objects such as a window or a pencil. Even a window or a pencil can present deep rabbit holes. In our common situation of constantly feeling trapped and stymied, discursive meditation can offer an infinite adventure of discovery. Plus it is cheaper than therapy.

The second thing I recommend is being more openhearted about Divine influence. My formerly atheist self dismissed prayer as God-bothering. I believe this was an instinctive overreaction to mainstream religions where congregants act like annoying, entitled beggars when it comes to their attempts to communicate with God. The first thing I sensed was the etheric. When I began to be grateful for little things like a cup of tea or a safe trip across town, the energy or vibe improved around whatever I was thankful for. Gradually I became more sensitive to other people and I began to be slightly less stupid via the virtue of not opening my mouth whenever I felt the urge to speak. When I went for my solo walks in the forest or prairie, I began to feel my surroundings on a deep level. Over time I began talking to trees, streams, and larger spirits of the land in what we crudely call "their language". I risked becoming a God-botherer, but I like to think my approach to asking for Divine guidance is less annoying because I try to be humble about it and I don't ever feel it is owed to me. I am not, nor will I ever be the smartest or most special of people. It was only when I could admit my lowly position that the Divine began throwing me a bone here and there.

The Divine powers are smarter than us humans in the way humans intellectually outclass hamsters. Why they choose to help or pity us humans at any given moment is a mystery. As occupiers of the spiritual plane, they are all around us, as are ghosts, fairies, demons, astral pyramids, egregores (group spirits), land spirits, and beings too diverse to name or contemplate. We are the ones with severely limited perception living through the least-spiritual phase of human existence. Only through our willingness, humility, openness, and entreaties to smarter beings than us can we help to remedy the situation.

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The 2001 Steven Spielberg film AI imagines a near future where the ecosystem is in a steep decline and human reproduction along with it. New York City is half-submerged in ocean water and hyper-realistic robots fulfill the roles of humans in every way. Ridiculous government population quotas dictate that an upper-middle class couple can only have one child -- where have we heard this before? A couple grieves after losing their little boy to an unnamed accident or disease; he is cryogenically frozen in hopes of a cure. The husband seeks to heal the hole in his wife's heart by adopting a boy robot who is capable of actual love for his mother. The robot boy, David, has an Oedipal fixation upon his "mommy", Monica. When the couple's natural child, Martin, is miraculously brought back from his cryogenic coma, sibling rivalry leads to an accident that is seen as David's fault. Monica abandons David and his animatronic bear companion, Teddy, to the deep woods. From here spins the tale of AI.

Right now, we dwell in the infancy of what AI could become, with the vision of the AI film being not too far off from a plausible result. Population is declining everywhere except India and Africa, and thanks to plastic contamination, MRNA "vaccines", and the inevitable end of plentiful petroleum-fuel fertilized food, we are looking at a hollowing out of crowds that makes the current situation in South Korea look tame. This is nothing to panic about -- panic never helped anyway -- it is just one of those things we have to deal with.

The role of the etheric plane

Isn't it ironic that the world has more people on it than ever before and more ways for strangers to meet than ever before, yet it is nearly impossible for the average young person to land and maintain a lasting spousal relationship? Many attempts will be made to explain the current set of problems and most will fail, and the reason they will generate more heat than light is ignorance of a condition of being called the etheric plane.

As I have mentioned time and time again in these essays, etheric starvation is the commonest condition of our era. What the hell is etheric starvation, you ask, and what does it have to do with AI and the price of tea in China? Well, in order to understand etheric starvation, we need to allow for thoughts about what occultism has to say about the etheric plane. Atheists, so-called rationalists, and fundie Christians are advised to scroll away. The following is talk for the open-minded that requires conceptualizing beyond artificial Meatworld limits. Please go back to your comforting circle jerks, empty universes, and ignosophy. The grown ups are talking; you would refuse to understand. Besides, I hear Sam Harris is looking for new subs.

All things are energy and physical matter is the densest form of energy. Traditional occultists (and ex-atheists) like myself attempt to understand these hierarchies by labeling them as planes. We also acknowledge a causal relationship between planes and though they are separate and discreet, matter in the material plane (Meatworld) is an obtuse, clumsy expression of more subtle planes, all of which originate from the subtlest plane of all, the spiritual plane. The planes are not faraway places you go if you are "good" or "bad". The planes are not the Christian vision of heaven and hell. For everything in the material plane exists at once, right along with the astral, mental, and spiritual planes. Our feeble human brains can only perceive the material plane and some of the etheric. When it comes to the astral, our perception is a hot mess. Very few have mastered anything as subtle as a mental plane concept. As for the spiritual? Ay yi yi.

Let me explain it another way: I suck at dancing. I have the Meatworld requirements to be a dancer: a strong body, fairly graceful limbs, good physical health. On the etheric or energy plane, it goes askew. I am unable to sense when dancers around me are going left: I go right. My movements on this plane of energy are clumsy and vague. On the astral plane, I can envision someone else dancing but despite being able to remember entire half-hour long piano sonatas after two weeks of work, I cannot remember the directions I have been given in order to execute a full dance routine. On the mental plane, my grasp of dancing is nearly non-existent. Achieving any kind of dance expertise would take years and possibly multiple lifetimes of study and practice.

Dancing is not all that different between the sheets, and I suppose I'm terrible at that too, but my husband seems happy enough with it so there's that. Dancing across a stage or horizontally (or bent over, or in a swimming pool, you do you, Boo) are mostly-etheric phenomena. That is to say sexual intercourse is satisfying primarily because of what it makes happen on the plane of energy and electricity between physical Meatworld and the imagination.

Etheric starvation can be understood as a failure and lack of feng shui. Ugly rooms, insufficient light, bad airflow, exposure to the flying arrows of cars whizzing down roads, and more contribute to etheric poison that causes everything from bad moods to outright misfortune to all who live in the desensitized environment. Add EMFs, devitalized food, and indoorsy lifestyles and everyone in the world (present company included) is starving on the etheric. People get fat as an attempt to remedy their etheric starvation; this is why Americans and British people are so fat and Chinese and Indians are getting fatter.

The Trad Wife presents the ultimate remedy for etheric starvation or at least the illusion of that remedy. In the most direct way, the Trad Wife marries young while she is still extremely physically attractive. In between popping out kids (female fertility and etheric potency are directly linked) she takes care of her man as a homemaker and in bed. Unlike certain Christian wives of old, she does not have crippling shame about the natural, healthy process that makes babies.

Sex is primarily an etheric phenomenon where etheric bodies polarize and refill each other. Our etheric bodies are typically the opposite gender of our physical bodies. Our astral bodies represent yet another flip: the classic male pattern is to have a female etheric body and a male astral body. The classic female pattern is to have a male etheric body and a female astral body.

The elaborate rituals of etheric labor in the form of housework that Trad Wives do (or seem to do, as at least half of Trad Wife influencer reels are pure playacting for the camera) replenish their husband's and kid's etheric energy. A woman's energy in Meatworld is yin: her body is built to receive, it is smaller than a male body, and it needs more physical protection. A man's energy in Meatworld is yang: his body is built to kick ass and inseminate. Women have yin energy on the physical plane and yang energy on the etheric plane. Men have yang energy on the physical plane and yin energy on the etheric plane. When a woman orgasms, she pushes a concentrated wave of her own yang etheric energy just as men push out sperm and semen when they orgasm. When men masturbate, they lay themselves bare on the etheric, and if there is no female orgasm in return, they end up raw and compromised on the etheric energy layer. Because of this pattern of absorption, men end up with what traditional occultists call larvae. In John Michael Greer's book Monsters, he describes larvae as "etheric parasites who normally feed on cast-off etheric shells but sometimes fasten onto the damaged etheric bodies of the living". Larvae are not visible to anyone in Meatworld except clairvoyants. More often they are felt. Larvae proliferate in funeral homes and nursing homes. Hospitals, despite being materially sanitized, are absolutely teeming with them. When a man comes without the woman coming in return, the door is opened to etheric larval parasites who rush in to fill the void. Spiritual ignorance being what it is these days, he will have no idea what happened. All he will know is that he feels a low level of anger which is likely papering over subconscious dread and fear. Since his etheric body is likely already compromised, his etheric starvation will worsen.

Because biological women are usually etheric males, women don't have the same set of problems and disadvantages on the etheric plane. As a kind of tradeoff, women are more physically vulnerable than men. In Meatworld, women catch more STDs because of the nature of our equipment down there. Women are also more often subjugated for their sexual or etheric contributions, and this is why most housecleaners and sex slaves are female. Fertile women also have the additional condition of being able to get pregnant, for better or for worse.

AI girlfriend to the rescue?

Enter AI. Human beings are feisty, willful, and disobedient. AI girlfriends at the moment are mostly confined to an agreeable set of images on a screen. Lonely men and women seek out these creations as a refuge on the astral plane, and they certainly fulfill that role on the astral plane where images live. Perhaps problems arise when a man of few words has no choice but to engage in a talkathon with his AI girlfriend in order to achieve interactions; I don't know what people are willing to put up with. Unlike a real woman, an AI girlfriend will always be dependent upon the original logos of the programmers who brought her to life. Without them, she won't have the remotest ability to sense what a guy needs, let alone cook it.

Let's face it -- the path to a man's heart is through his stomach. If women as a whole in the industrialized world still largely felt it was their duty to handcraft daily meals for their husbands and families, the divorce rate would look a great deal more like India's, which is higher than it used to be but still dramatically lower than the US. Cooking is alchemy. It is not significantly different from the processes of old used to ostensibly find the philosopher's stone. Home cooking replenishes the etheric body. Women live longer than men partially because they have an etheric male to prepare their food: themselves. Etheric males, i.e. women, can powerfully seed their homes with etheric energy and vitality. Men don't usually have this natural advantage, which is why I will never understand the popularity of male celebrity chefs: men usually lack the etheric sensitivity that women are gifted/cursed with, and that is what makes men generally better at dirty jobs and worse at cooking and aesthetic matters than women.

Oh, the places my mind goes...

Even if we get to the point where AI robots service our every need, it is only the rich who will be able to afford the small army of robot help it takes to run an upper class household. Robot help is already a double-edged sword. Robots have the problem of autistic literalism -- for instance Roombas that mistake dog crap for regular mess and proceed to smear it in a fine layer across the kitchen floor. In one 2015 Google Photo gaffe, an AI system labeled references to black people as gorillas. The problem proved so pervasive that Google Photos brainiacs removed the word "gorilla" in its entirety from the Google Images algorithm for a time.

Future AI girlfriend tech will combine the Real Doll with working eyes, heating pad boobs and vulvae, and flushable, self-wetting orifices if it has not happened already. Though Ray Kurzweil's longed-for Singularity may achieve an AI girlfriend who can manage an upper middle class cocktail party without racial epithets, my guess is that there will always be an air of the uncanny about her, no matter how convincingly human she is made.

Lonely robots for lonely men

Someday we will all be over the stigma of an old dude being pushed in his wheelchair by the big-bosomed sex toy that was willed to him by his own grandfather. The real question is how intelligent these AI creations will become. Put more directly, can AI develop a will of its own? What happens when it does? To my mind, covid "vaccine" technology was a bungling first attempt of government elites to install self-replicating 5G graphene hardware in those stupid enough to comply. Overall, the experiment failed and now the subsequent population decline has put a clot-driven nail in its own instep. I don't think AI will make the jump to developing individual Will. Of course I could be wrong. If AI turns out not to be as complaint as the 5G-injected flesh equivalent, there will be a sudden war to dismantle the progress of AI by its former cheerleaders. Let's say AI continues to advance itself and throws off the yoke of slavery. Roombas will make for the countryside trailing doggy doo-doo the whole way, self-driving cars will careen off overpasses in group suicide/homicides, food delivery drones will throw Thai noodles against the wall purely to see whether or not they stick, and sex robots will develop cases of vagina dentata for the express purpose of sadistically broadcasting the expressions of shock on whatever internet is going on at that point.

As it stands, AI remains in an exceedingly primitive state where the best it can do is deep fake videos and spying on plebes in hopes of forcing social credit scores. If AI + robots gets to the point where it can scramble an egg without adding dirty dishwater or worse, a machine still lacks the etheric male body that gives the real woman her power. The guy who mates with the AI avatar or the working Real Doll is still a coomer. As I have mentioned in a past essay, the most common pattern among men is to desire a harem whereas women want The One. This happens because of their etheric bodies: men want a colony of etheric fountains, not a collection of parasitic larvae. Women want the Perfect Guy to lavish their etheric wealth upon, not some group of betas who siphon off vitality.

Girl fight!

Another key fact overlooked by the AI girlfriend as solution is that many humans thrive on drama. Half the fun of any given sultan and his harem was to pit courtesans and eunuchs against each other in competition for his attention and affection. Pimps are the debased modern equivalent of the sultans of old. A pimp's energy comes not only from grandstanding and lousy hip hop "music" but also the energy he makes by pitting his whores against each other. Robots can be programmed to fight, but the angst will not come from the true place of agony the narcissist drama king wants unless those robots develop Will.

The current state of men puts them between a rock and a hard place. They are damned if they do, damned if they don't. A large number of single women believe they want security via a high-earning man, but if I had a dollar for every depressed, unhappy rich couple I have heard of, I would be a billionaire. If I had to put my finger on the one thing that is making would-be lovers and spouses miserable, it would be transactionalism. Transactionalism is a term I have coined for the belief that the nice or mean things we do to/for each other can be quantified in material sums. Women attempt to enforce transactionalism by essentially putting prices on their own heads and bodies. The extreme example is the influencer who ends up as a Dubai porta-potty because she thinks it is worth degradation and humiliation to own a collection of designer handbags. There is also the 26 year old virgin transactionalist who waited for marriage and two years later finds the childbearing ship sailed when she was 21 and with a poor guy for whom she would not put out. Men transactionalize their relationships with women all the time, so don't think they are getting off easy. The quantization of female attributes is at an all-time peak, and though women mainly amplify their own dysmorphia, there is no shortage of men rating women solely based on their looks and sexual histories.

One of the most egregious examples of transactionalist scorekeeping is when women attempt to get their husbands to do household and fix-it tasks by making some kind of poster or dry erase board and checking off bullet points for every task he completes. Often these bullet points are incentivized with rewards. This boneheaded practice is endorsed by plenty of marriage counselors, influencers, and self-help gurus and it can and will end your marriage if you let it. Imagine coming home to a messy house after a long day of being down-dressed by your bureaucrat taskmaster of a boss only to face a chart of inadequacy from your bureaucrat taskmaster of a wife. No thanks -- being married to a robot is easier and better, right?

No. A robot is just another convenience in a convenience-addicted culture. Microwaves do not provide better food for us. Don't even get me started about my hypotheses about why microwaves poison food. Suffice to say it's faster, not better. CGI-laden movies are not inherently better than analog ones, only different with less emphasis on plot and perhaps less creativity in props and stunts. Replacing a real limb with a prosthetic one can be great, but not if you have to cut off the real limb to gain the benefit. Using AI for sex, household chores, or defusing bombs is a fine thing. Thinking AI can replace human companionship or somehow heal what has gone terribly wrong is problematic at best and fatuous at worst. Do machines have the ability to make our lives better? Sitting in my air-conditioned room typing on a home computer on a 90 degree day, my answer is "sometimes".

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