I awoke in the night, about 1:30 AM, from a very interesting dream.
The serial killer was held at some institution which didn't resemble a jail very much, unless perhaps a very advanced version of the future or simply of that non-physical realm. Locks and bars were entirely absent; the institution consisted of a complex of concrete buildings but the girl was located outside of them. There only were massive numbers of micro cams everywhere, not even really hidden as they glowed faintly green in the dark.
Perhaps it was just a visiting area, but it consisted of an arrangement of sofas and comfortable chairs in an open air setting,sparsely lit under twilight skies on some remote hill.
I got there with a group of other visitors - journalists? psychologists? - who all timidly settled on one side of the arrangement of sofas while the girl sat on the other side. They were terrified of her.
I didn't sit with them. Instead I circled around and approached her from the other side.
The girl was very young, no older than 20, short curly hair, light brown skin, very pretty. I greeted her, talked to her, said how all this security around here would drive me so nuts I'd feel obliged to flip the bird to those cams all the time, which I did. She smiled at me, seemed to like me or at least to find me amusing - the least I could do for her, to make her understand I was on her side. I sure liked her a lot.
But unfortunately I woke up before she could answer me. Only then I really noted the fact that she hadn't been one person but an at least five-fold presence - the group of other visitors sitting on one side, separated from the "group" of her. All her identical, quintuple representations smiled at me as I alone was walking into her midst with my antics. She was wearing a neon-pink shirt with something printed on it - all five of her were wearing that, of course - and it looked much like a summer shirt I have in waking life, printed on it is a skull and in letters shaped like bones the words "LIVE FREE OR DIE".
I think that's what she was wearing, and the statement matches - she actually appeared very much in control of the situation and the others had good reason to be scared, she was very dangerous and they couldn't really confine her.
This dream, although too short, made me feel really good, it came like the answer to my yesterday's frustration about all that white-light bullshit. For here was a person who was living proof that the darkside is also represented and very powerful out there, beautiful, aloof, and absolutely terrifying.
Monday, November 28, 2016
Sunday, November 27, 2016
...all else is just crap
Although we have a new president by now and things are mildly interesting (but don't bug me with politics), there's nothing new really in my world. I'm still on my same quest, yet hitting all but dead ends in seeking spiritual advancement, as all the paths I come across are headed in the wrong direction and therefore to be shunned.
After getting a recommendation on Amazon for a book about OBE (out-of-body experiences) I researched that author and found a video in which he talked about his experiences and his path; I watched the whole nearly 1 hour video (which was only part 1 of 2) and afterward I felt nearly physically sick.
I don't blame the man for simply being who he is, but myself being who I am that basically makes us completely different species, in a spiritual sense, his path being the opposite of my own, and I simply can't help feeling sick whenever coming up against that white-light, compassion and one-ness stuff.
This is such a dead end, there is nothing for me in it. Even though he did mention that all of reality is so much vaster than the tiny fraction of it that we experience, a statement I fully agree with, all the rest sounded as if there was just his one narrow, one-dimensional path to go, one of subservience and self-denial and, although he never expressly mentioned God, I'm under the impression to say, of utterly shameful submission to that tyrant.
There are a number of similar publications out there, all apparently of the same movement, and for the sake of curiosity and "the more you know" I've read a few.
The video left me feeling agitated and depressed.
So where do I turn? Where do I find help? There can be only one answer, the one that has always been: SATAN.
And this is the one positive aspect about it all: At least this much is above and beyond any doubt. The more I see and learn of the other side, the more glaring the certainty that my own spiritual home and refuge is with Satan. Everything that's worthwhile is of Satan or at least has some of His powerful essence within; all else is just crap.
So instead of posting the video lecture here (the author's name is Jurgen Ziewe, if interested you can easily find him) I'll be leaving this beautiful song here which soothes my soul and makes me feel much better.
After getting a recommendation on Amazon for a book about OBE (out-of-body experiences) I researched that author and found a video in which he talked about his experiences and his path; I watched the whole nearly 1 hour video (which was only part 1 of 2) and afterward I felt nearly physically sick.
I don't blame the man for simply being who he is, but myself being who I am that basically makes us completely different species, in a spiritual sense, his path being the opposite of my own, and I simply can't help feeling sick whenever coming up against that white-light, compassion and one-ness stuff.
This is such a dead end, there is nothing for me in it. Even though he did mention that all of reality is so much vaster than the tiny fraction of it that we experience, a statement I fully agree with, all the rest sounded as if there was just his one narrow, one-dimensional path to go, one of subservience and self-denial and, although he never expressly mentioned God, I'm under the impression to say, of utterly shameful submission to that tyrant.
There are a number of similar publications out there, all apparently of the same movement, and for the sake of curiosity and "the more you know" I've read a few.
The video left me feeling agitated and depressed.
So where do I turn? Where do I find help? There can be only one answer, the one that has always been: SATAN.
And this is the one positive aspect about it all: At least this much is above and beyond any doubt. The more I see and learn of the other side, the more glaring the certainty that my own spiritual home and refuge is with Satan. Everything that's worthwhile is of Satan or at least has some of His powerful essence within; all else is just crap.
So instead of posting the video lecture here (the author's name is Jurgen Ziewe, if interested you can easily find him) I'll be leaving this beautiful song here which soothes my soul and makes me feel much better.
Sunday, October 30, 2016
God vs. God, and Einstein's immortality
I've been dealing a lot with the "war" between theists and atheists, the questions why atheism nowadays is most often taken to imply not to believe in anything other than the physical universe instead of merely not believing in any gods, and why a nonphysical consciousness (soul) and its survival after the death of the body should necessitate a religious concept.
To myself, the terms "soul" and "consciousness" are perfectly interchangeable and really mean the same thing, and although being a Satanist means I am religious in a way, having (or more precisely, being) a soul/consciousness has by itself nothing to do with either God or Satan or religion in general.
Regardless, in the majority of cases those who do profess, as do I, the view that consciousness is fundamental and transcends physical existence sooner or later arrive at talking about "God".
But another curious thing I couldn't help noticing is that God is not the same as God.
That is, the one God is the Abrahamic God of mainstream religions: the God of the bible, Yahweh, Jehovah, Allah, or as the Jews write simply G-d; he is a personal god who gives out laws for people to abide to and who can cast you out into Hell if you don't.
The other version of God is more like a universal consciousness which is creator-god in so far as he/it actually became the whole universe, this God is infinite and encompasses everything in existence.
Yet strangely, they usually don't seem to see any conflict between these two versions.
Believers in the Abrahamic God will readily say, "oh yes, God creates everything so he truly is in everything."
And the not traditionally-religious people will say, "yes, the universal God is the one that inspired all the great religions." And both kinds of people will usually say that God represents good, love, compassion and kindness.
You could say that in both cases this can't be true - the God of mainstream religions waged wars, inspired crusades, the Inquisition, torture, slavery and genocide.
Maybe the distinction isn't so great at all in that the Universe does much the same.
The Universe though does not favor compassion over cruelty (etc.), the universe is impersonal and unbiased. The Universe is not good or love - at least not only; it incorporates these just as much as it does evil and hate and it has no preference for either.
An infinite, "universal consciousness" version of god would certainly also include evil, darkness, and every other trait conceived as "negative" and absent in the god of mainstream religions.
Ok... the great commonality though seems to be that in both cases believers appear to be blind to this negative side of their God or to simply deny it.
In this aspect at least, the materialists appear to be more honest. To them, there is only evolution,both cosmological and biological, without true cause and without purpose, and they will freely admit that especially in the biological part, war and violence are great driving forces.
Myself being a Satanist, I'm not biased against any of these negative forces, nor do I embrace human values such as love, compassion and kindness; I see need for these latter ones as weakness just as much as falling victim to any of the former. Human nature is not something to be elevated or celebrated but something at all costs to be overcome, to break free from. To celebrate humanity means celebrating weakness and vulnerability. Once you overcome weakness and vulnerability you won't have any need for compassion or kindness. I wish to overcome the need for anything, because becoming truly free means free from any need - need for food, water, sleep, shelter... free from incarceration in a weak body that depends on all of these. A goal which can only be reached beyond this earthly life, obviously.
I figured out a long time ago, somewhere in the back of my mind, that even if I should be wrong about the primacy of consciousness and the concept I have of a nonphysical afterlife, there is one way in which eternal existence is virtually guaranteed; this being an idea that arose from everything I learned about cosmological spacetime from a purely scientific point if view but which I had never realized in any real concrete way until I chanced upon the video below, and I'd had no idea that Einstein held this belief.
Obviously it can't be proven experimentally and yet I'd think it follows logically from the scientific view.
To myself, the terms "soul" and "consciousness" are perfectly interchangeable and really mean the same thing, and although being a Satanist means I am religious in a way, having (or more precisely, being) a soul/consciousness has by itself nothing to do with either God or Satan or religion in general.
Regardless, in the majority of cases those who do profess, as do I, the view that consciousness is fundamental and transcends physical existence sooner or later arrive at talking about "God".
But another curious thing I couldn't help noticing is that God is not the same as God.
That is, the one God is the Abrahamic God of mainstream religions: the God of the bible, Yahweh, Jehovah, Allah, or as the Jews write simply G-d; he is a personal god who gives out laws for people to abide to and who can cast you out into Hell if you don't.
The other version of God is more like a universal consciousness which is creator-god in so far as he/it actually became the whole universe, this God is infinite and encompasses everything in existence.
Yet strangely, they usually don't seem to see any conflict between these two versions.
Believers in the Abrahamic God will readily say, "oh yes, God creates everything so he truly is in everything."
And the not traditionally-religious people will say, "yes, the universal God is the one that inspired all the great religions." And both kinds of people will usually say that God represents good, love, compassion and kindness.
You could say that in both cases this can't be true - the God of mainstream religions waged wars, inspired crusades, the Inquisition, torture, slavery and genocide.
Maybe the distinction isn't so great at all in that the Universe does much the same.
The Universe though does not favor compassion over cruelty (etc.), the universe is impersonal and unbiased. The Universe is not good or love - at least not only; it incorporates these just as much as it does evil and hate and it has no preference for either.
An infinite, "universal consciousness" version of god would certainly also include evil, darkness, and every other trait conceived as "negative" and absent in the god of mainstream religions.
Ok... the great commonality though seems to be that in both cases believers appear to be blind to this negative side of their God or to simply deny it.
In this aspect at least, the materialists appear to be more honest. To them, there is only evolution,both cosmological and biological, without true cause and without purpose, and they will freely admit that especially in the biological part, war and violence are great driving forces.
Myself being a Satanist, I'm not biased against any of these negative forces, nor do I embrace human values such as love, compassion and kindness; I see need for these latter ones as weakness just as much as falling victim to any of the former. Human nature is not something to be elevated or celebrated but something at all costs to be overcome, to break free from. To celebrate humanity means celebrating weakness and vulnerability. Once you overcome weakness and vulnerability you won't have any need for compassion or kindness. I wish to overcome the need for anything, because becoming truly free means free from any need - need for food, water, sleep, shelter... free from incarceration in a weak body that depends on all of these. A goal which can only be reached beyond this earthly life, obviously.
I figured out a long time ago, somewhere in the back of my mind, that even if I should be wrong about the primacy of consciousness and the concept I have of a nonphysical afterlife, there is one way in which eternal existence is virtually guaranteed; this being an idea that arose from everything I learned about cosmological spacetime from a purely scientific point if view but which I had never realized in any real concrete way until I chanced upon the video below, and I'd had no idea that Einstein held this belief.
Obviously it can't be proven experimentally and yet I'd think it follows logically from the scientific view.
Tuesday, October 18, 2016
I want to know those WHO WANT TO KNOW
It's been just over a week now since I deactivated Facebook. It feels a bit lonely but I know it's an illusion that it would be lonelier than before in any meaningful way because I'd be easy enough to find for anyone who cared to; I'm right here, after all. Up until the post preceding this one I always shared every single one of my blog posts on Facebook, and as a rough estimation I received an average of 0.5 "likes" and 0.05 comments per post. (That is, occasionally one "like", rarely more than one, most often zero; comments being exceptionally rare, even on posts where I explicitly asked for feedback.) Most popular were posts containing photos, especially such of my person at the FIBO and such. People hate reading, as it appears - and why would they be more interested in looking at the vessel I'm embodied in that they are in my person?!
Humans are still difficult to understand for me, and yes I'm certainly aware that there are different levels to "understanding". Myself I happen to be all intellect and very little emotion. I do possess a high level of a sort of intuition, but I'd call this sort a "philosophical intuition" (the word philosophy means "love of knowledge"): it derives from reasoning and experience, not from feeling. My "interpersonal skills" are very low, I wouldn't have needed any psychological test to tell me that; it's pretty natural for a reclusive loner.
I may be a hardcore misanthropist to boot, hating the overpopulating human pest species for what it's doing to the rest of all lifeforms on Earth - to the oceans, the rainforests, the planet as a whole. But my vision is certainly wide enough to see that I also need humans - no, not in that silly way! - I need them on my quest for understanding and to expand my knowledge. As you can see I like to frequently put hyperlinks in my posts, which means in turn that I like to use the internet a lot (which was made by people), to read a lot and to search for information, which was written and put there by someone. Intellectual advancement is impossible without communication of some sort, even if not necessarily personal communication - I rarely know the authors of books and articles I read and rarely interact with them besides reading and sometimes sharing their writings, but everything has been written by someone. Reading and writing always is a form of communication.
People sometimes tend to take words too much at face value. For instance, being a true Satanist (that is, one who worships Satan) I have so often railed against LaVeyan (pseudo-)"Satanism", and I've made myself very clear when saying that "a thing like “LaVeyan Satanism” doesn’t exist. Yes, they wrongly call themselves that - but Satanism is the worship of Satan, and LaVeyans are atheists." On which I once received the incredibly asinine comment: "I’m sorry that LaVeyan Satanism doesn’t exist in your world, but in the real world, it does."
Obviously I wouldn't ever dispute that something called "LaVeyan Satanism" does exist - if it didn't then I'd have no reason to rail against it! - but their use of this very term is virtually the only quarrel I have with LaVeyan "Satanists". I'm generally a very tolerant person who understands that everyone has their own reality tunnel and needs to find their very own paths - I even tolerate Christians! (...and found that can I often relate to their views much more than I can to those of materialist atheists, including LaVeyans.)
They simply shouldn't use the term "Satanism" for it since they don't believe in, let alone worship, Satan; that's all of the problem I have with them. The term "Satanism" should be reserved for the belief in Satan, period.
If there's no worship of Satan involved then it's not Satanism, and that's why LaVeyan Satanism does not exist - in particular not in the real world! But only in the world of meaningless words, or in a world that also contains stationary transportation, soundless music, and most notably atheistic Christianity. A world where the sun shines all throughout the night and by daytime it's always pitch dark.
I think this is a major part of the problem: that words all too often are confused with their meaning (or sometimes their meaninglessness, as it is). The advancement of knowledge depends on communication, and communication usually relies on words, which often turn out a rather crude and unreliable instrument of conveying meaning. Yet we have little choice to try and use it anyway as best as we can.
And those are the people I'd like to meet and communicate with: The ones who WANT TO KNOW in the way I do - to look beyond mere words and appearances, to try and figure out consciousness and reality, to know the true nature of existence.
Humans are still difficult to understand for me, and yes I'm certainly aware that there are different levels to "understanding". Myself I happen to be all intellect and very little emotion. I do possess a high level of a sort of intuition, but I'd call this sort a "philosophical intuition" (the word philosophy means "love of knowledge"): it derives from reasoning and experience, not from feeling. My "interpersonal skills" are very low, I wouldn't have needed any psychological test to tell me that; it's pretty natural for a reclusive loner.
I may be a hardcore misanthropist to boot, hating the overpopulating human pest species for what it's doing to the rest of all lifeforms on Earth - to the oceans, the rainforests, the planet as a whole. But my vision is certainly wide enough to see that I also need humans - no, not in that silly way! - I need them on my quest for understanding and to expand my knowledge. As you can see I like to frequently put hyperlinks in my posts, which means in turn that I like to use the internet a lot (which was made by people), to read a lot and to search for information, which was written and put there by someone. Intellectual advancement is impossible without communication of some sort, even if not necessarily personal communication - I rarely know the authors of books and articles I read and rarely interact with them besides reading and sometimes sharing their writings, but everything has been written by someone. Reading and writing always is a form of communication.
People sometimes tend to take words too much at face value. For instance, being a true Satanist (that is, one who worships Satan) I have so often railed against LaVeyan (pseudo-)"Satanism", and I've made myself very clear when saying that "a thing like “LaVeyan Satanism” doesn’t exist. Yes, they wrongly call themselves that - but Satanism is the worship of Satan, and LaVeyans are atheists." On which I once received the incredibly asinine comment: "I’m sorry that LaVeyan Satanism doesn’t exist in your world, but in the real world, it does."
Obviously I wouldn't ever dispute that something called "LaVeyan Satanism" does exist - if it didn't then I'd have no reason to rail against it! - but their use of this very term is virtually the only quarrel I have with LaVeyan "Satanists". I'm generally a very tolerant person who understands that everyone has their own reality tunnel and needs to find their very own paths - I even tolerate Christians! (...and found that can I often relate to their views much more than I can to those of materialist atheists, including LaVeyans.)
They simply shouldn't use the term "Satanism" for it since they don't believe in, let alone worship, Satan; that's all of the problem I have with them. The term "Satanism" should be reserved for the belief in Satan, period.
If there's no worship of Satan involved then it's not Satanism, and that's why LaVeyan Satanism does not exist - in particular not in the real world! But only in the world of meaningless words, or in a world that also contains stationary transportation, soundless music, and most notably atheistic Christianity. A world where the sun shines all throughout the night and by daytime it's always pitch dark.
I think this is a major part of the problem: that words all too often are confused with their meaning (or sometimes their meaninglessness, as it is). The advancement of knowledge depends on communication, and communication usually relies on words, which often turn out a rather crude and unreliable instrument of conveying meaning. Yet we have little choice to try and use it anyway as best as we can.
And those are the people I'd like to meet and communicate with: The ones who WANT TO KNOW in the way I do - to look beyond mere words and appearances, to try and figure out consciousness and reality, to know the true nature of existence.
Monday, October 10, 2016
Dress rehearsal... of sorts
I'm dead to the world - a little bit more now than I've already been usually.
I rode to a fleamarket today, one of the last times before the long, dead winter months - technically that was yesterday as it's nearly 3 AM now and I can't sleep once more. I always used to think of night time as "in between yesterday and tomorrow", but without a "today": October 9th was yesterday, October 10th will be by morning; right now it's "in between days".
My bouts of insomnia happen about every other night and usually I don't get up but just keep lying around for some hours. But maybe it's time to change a few things; fortunately I can sleep or wake at any time I like, and even my gym is open 24/7, so I could go there right now.
I didn't talk to anyone all day, just like on most days. Except when praying to Satan and when talking a bit to myself, the latter I think is done by most people who spend most of their time alone.
The reason I'm more dead to the world than usual is because I just deactivated my Facebook account. All of a sudden FB wouldn't let me use my name anymore, I couldn't log in anymore without changing it, nor could I change it in any useful manner. When I first registered there, about 5 years ago, I tried to use Diana the Warrior just like here but it didn't work (wouldn't be "approved"), so I settled for my alternative name, Gladiatrix Satanae, which is Latin for "she-warrior of Satan".
(Technically, gladiator/gladiatrix means "sword fighter", there's another more general Latin word for warrior, bellatrix, but I find it unfortunate for a name because "bella" also means beauty in Italian and some people might confuse the meaning there, and calling oneself beautiful would be the most ridiculous and embarrassing thing; it's something done by the sort of people who wear dresses and makeup, not warriors!)
When forced to change the name I tried "Diana Satanswarrior" but that didn't work either; I was about to give up but then it turned out when I changed only the first name I could log in again. Now that gives "Diana Satanae", which makes little sense. It's "Diana of Satan", but the warrior part is missing and it sounds quite ill matched. And anyway, what's a "real" name? Diana is not my real name, it's a name given to me by the hoe that once shat me into this world and the memory of whom contributes quite a good deal to my insomnia and bad dreams.
I never really liked the name, especially for the horrible shit the Germans make of it, they pronounce it more like the -diana part in "Indiana", but more German sounding: "dee - ahna", with a very long "ah" sound in the middle, it sounds very, very ugly and I often have to correct the same person several times in a row which gets extremely tiresome.
I don't have any name more real than Gladiatrix Satanae, or Satan's Warrior, because that's what I am. I'm a warrior and belonging to Satan; furthermore I don't know who or what I am. I'm glad I know at least this much, and life is a quest of finding it out.
Being more dead to the world... being off Facebook is like a dress rehearsal for my actual death, of sorts. A good exercise, I guess. I said so often that I meant to update this blog more often and it's in fact a more reasonable place to put my thoughts, even if no one reads it. I have practically no contacts outside of Facebook. Will anyone miss me? I highly doubt it. Will anyone try to contact me by other ways? Even much more doubtful. But who cares - I'm here for Satan and for myself, and there's no one else to ever rely on. I never really needed anyone else, and no one ever needed me, and at least in this regard I'm fortunately truly free, unbound by anyone or anything, free to move on whenever it should happen.
Needing to breathe, to eat and drink, to sleep, are obligations enough. I've never really been of this world and can't relate to the pleasure most people seem to find in it. I am truly alien to it,and still I don't know why, or how I ended up here although I don't belong.
The quest continues.
I rode to a fleamarket today, one of the last times before the long, dead winter months - technically that was yesterday as it's nearly 3 AM now and I can't sleep once more. I always used to think of night time as "in between yesterday and tomorrow", but without a "today": October 9th was yesterday, October 10th will be by morning; right now it's "in between days".
My bouts of insomnia happen about every other night and usually I don't get up but just keep lying around for some hours. But maybe it's time to change a few things; fortunately I can sleep or wake at any time I like, and even my gym is open 24/7, so I could go there right now.
I didn't talk to anyone all day, just like on most days. Except when praying to Satan and when talking a bit to myself, the latter I think is done by most people who spend most of their time alone.
The reason I'm more dead to the world than usual is because I just deactivated my Facebook account. All of a sudden FB wouldn't let me use my name anymore, I couldn't log in anymore without changing it, nor could I change it in any useful manner. When I first registered there, about 5 years ago, I tried to use Diana the Warrior just like here but it didn't work (wouldn't be "approved"), so I settled for my alternative name, Gladiatrix Satanae, which is Latin for "she-warrior of Satan".
(Technically, gladiator/gladiatrix means "sword fighter", there's another more general Latin word for warrior, bellatrix, but I find it unfortunate for a name because "bella" also means beauty in Italian and some people might confuse the meaning there, and calling oneself beautiful would be the most ridiculous and embarrassing thing; it's something done by the sort of people who wear dresses and makeup, not warriors!)
When forced to change the name I tried "Diana Satanswarrior" but that didn't work either; I was about to give up but then it turned out when I changed only the first name I could log in again. Now that gives "Diana Satanae", which makes little sense. It's "Diana of Satan", but the warrior part is missing and it sounds quite ill matched. And anyway, what's a "real" name? Diana is not my real name, it's a name given to me by the hoe that once shat me into this world and the memory of whom contributes quite a good deal to my insomnia and bad dreams.
I never really liked the name, especially for the horrible shit the Germans make of it, they pronounce it more like the -diana part in "Indiana", but more German sounding: "dee - ahna", with a very long "ah" sound in the middle, it sounds very, very ugly and I often have to correct the same person several times in a row which gets extremely tiresome.
I don't have any name more real than Gladiatrix Satanae, or Satan's Warrior, because that's what I am. I'm a warrior and belonging to Satan; furthermore I don't know who or what I am. I'm glad I know at least this much, and life is a quest of finding it out.
Being more dead to the world... being off Facebook is like a dress rehearsal for my actual death, of sorts. A good exercise, I guess. I said so often that I meant to update this blog more often and it's in fact a more reasonable place to put my thoughts, even if no one reads it. I have practically no contacts outside of Facebook. Will anyone miss me? I highly doubt it. Will anyone try to contact me by other ways? Even much more doubtful. But who cares - I'm here for Satan and for myself, and there's no one else to ever rely on. I never really needed anyone else, and no one ever needed me, and at least in this regard I'm fortunately truly free, unbound by anyone or anything, free to move on whenever it should happen.
Needing to breathe, to eat and drink, to sleep, are obligations enough. I've never really been of this world and can't relate to the pleasure most people seem to find in it. I am truly alien to it,and still I don't know why, or how I ended up here although I don't belong.
The quest continues.
Saturday, September 10, 2016
Apeirophilia - because anything is possible
Yes, apeirophilia seems to be a new word I just made up. I couldn't find it anywhere yet but it's a legitimate word nonetheless since it conforms to the rules for every phobia there may be a philia.
Example: Arachnophobia -> arachnophilia. Who doesn't love spiders?! :D
Apeirophilia is thus the love of eternity and infinity, and I have it.
This is a continuation of the topic of my previous post, which was centered on the article about apeirophobia I had found.
As opposed to sharing such a phobia, myself I'm absolutely fascinated with the infinite. To explain my fascination, let's look once more at some of the reasons given in the article for the fear of eternity:
"Where does this fear come from? A realization that an eternal afterlife could become infinitely repetitive? The recognition that one lacks control over their own destiny?"
Lack of control is something I dislike as well, but one way or another there's nothing we could do about it. If instead of having an eternal existence it would turn out the materialists were right and there's nothing after death then we'd have no control over that either - or in that case even less control, I should say, since there'd be no more chance to ever again control anything at all (since you obviously first need to exist in order to control anything).
But as for eternal existence becoming repetitive... here's a guy explaining in this interesting video that mathematically, infinity does include infinitely many copies indeed. But note that the numbers he's talking about are absolutely crazy huge - vastly larger than a googol (10^100) and even vastly larger than a googolplex (10^10^100), and see for yourself in the linked Wikipedia articles how insanely huge those already are.
But note that the video is titled "Is anything possible?" (and also that his name is "Sharkee", which is just a coincidence I guess and I don't know why, LOL). And this is the reason why I love infinity: for the infinite possibilities! Just ignore the copies, why bother with them? No harm in them, just let them be... instead focus on the rest.
In order to fill up an infinite universe, those infinite possibilities will certainly come into play too. As Sharkee says in the video, anything that has a probability higher than zero to happen will happen. Since I'd think a multiverse is a distinct possibility, even in the opinions of many physicists, infinity means the multiverse exists. Which means if anything is impossible in this universe due to its physical laws, there could (and probably would) be other universes in which the same thing would be perfectly possible- and thus the title of the video could be answered with Yes, anything is possible!
Anything. All the wonders and all the horrors. And being the dark soul that I am you know I'm not biased against the latter. I'm a free and forever rebellious spirit, and a good measure of rebellion is needed, and of some creative "thinking outside the box", since I'm still caught in my rather lonely position:
- On the one side, materialism: "Only matter exists. After death there is nothing."
- On the other side, mainstream religion: "We all are one in god."
NO!!! Both are the same bullshit, and I reject them both, nearly equally. I do hate the tyrant god a lot more though than the prospect of nonexistence, but in both cases my current existence would be meaningless.
I do believe in my future life, and in a place for myself - which can not be with the tyrant god! - and therefore I love infinity.
How narrow minded is it to believe there are only two possibilities.
When there can be INFINITE possibilities!
Example: Arachnophobia -> arachnophilia. Who doesn't love spiders?! :D
Apeirophilia is thus the love of eternity and infinity, and I have it.
This is a continuation of the topic of my previous post, which was centered on the article about apeirophobia I had found.
As opposed to sharing such a phobia, myself I'm absolutely fascinated with the infinite. To explain my fascination, let's look once more at some of the reasons given in the article for the fear of eternity:
"Where does this fear come from? A realization that an eternal afterlife could become infinitely repetitive? The recognition that one lacks control over their own destiny?"
Lack of control is something I dislike as well, but one way or another there's nothing we could do about it. If instead of having an eternal existence it would turn out the materialists were right and there's nothing after death then we'd have no control over that either - or in that case even less control, I should say, since there'd be no more chance to ever again control anything at all (since you obviously first need to exist in order to control anything).
But as for eternal existence becoming repetitive... here's a guy explaining in this interesting video that mathematically, infinity does include infinitely many copies indeed. But note that the numbers he's talking about are absolutely crazy huge - vastly larger than a googol (10^100) and even vastly larger than a googolplex (10^10^100), and see for yourself in the linked Wikipedia articles how insanely huge those already are.
But note that the video is titled "Is anything possible?" (and also that his name is "Sharkee", which is just a coincidence I guess and I don't know why, LOL). And this is the reason why I love infinity: for the infinite possibilities! Just ignore the copies, why bother with them? No harm in them, just let them be... instead focus on the rest.
In order to fill up an infinite universe, those infinite possibilities will certainly come into play too. As Sharkee says in the video, anything that has a probability higher than zero to happen will happen. Since I'd think a multiverse is a distinct possibility, even in the opinions of many physicists, infinity means the multiverse exists. Which means if anything is impossible in this universe due to its physical laws, there could (and probably would) be other universes in which the same thing would be perfectly possible- and thus the title of the video could be answered with Yes, anything is possible!
Anything. All the wonders and all the horrors. And being the dark soul that I am you know I'm not biased against the latter. I'm a free and forever rebellious spirit, and a good measure of rebellion is needed, and of some creative "thinking outside the box", since I'm still caught in my rather lonely position:
- On the one side, materialism: "Only matter exists. After death there is nothing."
- On the other side, mainstream religion: "We all are one in god."
NO!!! Both are the same bullshit, and I reject them both, nearly equally. I do hate the tyrant god a lot more though than the prospect of nonexistence, but in both cases my current existence would be meaningless.
I do believe in my future life, and in a place for myself - which can not be with the tyrant god! - and therefore I love infinity.
How narrow minded is it to believe there are only two possibilities.
When there can be INFINITE possibilities!
Thursday, September 8, 2016
Apeirophobia - a Fear of Eternity and Infinity
Lately I came across this article which at the same time both greatly puzzled me while on the other hand it also explains a lot.
I'd been wondering for so long now why all these materialists so vehemently insist on the idea that after physical death follows complete nonexistence, although it would evidently render the existence prior to it entirely pointless, and their insistence never seemed a purely rational, fatalistic concession, as in having no hope to survive the death of their bodies, but much more like the dogged defense against who-knows-what unthinkable corruption... or terror.
The latter must be the answer then, and this terror is called apeirophobia.
I never even heard of this word before;Wikipedia doesn't have it, not even in its comprehensive and partially very bizarre list of phobias. (A fear of flowers? Of certain colors? That's weird. But one of the most ridiculous to me is a very new phenomenon called "Nomophobia" - I don't even have a mobile phone! LOL)
What is described in the article about apeirophobia is truly curious to me, needless to say that no such sensation ever occurred to me and it's very hard for me to conceive of it. I've never been scared of open spaces but rather the opposite, I'm very prone to claustrophobia, both in a literal and figurative sense: the fear of being trapped, hitting dead ends, having no way to go.
The author of the article, Bobby Azarian, says in it, "The largest number of years I could imagine failed to make a dent in infinity. My primitive brain filled with an existential angst. The idea of living forever was even more unsettling than the idea of no longer existing after death."
This appears to me somewhat contradictory (which isn't saying anything really, as being contradictory is normal human nature) in that the idea of ceasing to exist is also unsettling him - but eternity even more so. Yet in this case there probably can't be any further alternative besides these two possibilities...
He goes on to quote someone else as saying, "Now I’m in my 30s, and the thought of eternity still freaks me out. It usually hits at night when I’m trying to sleep."
This notion is quite familiar to an extent - I think we all have such certain things that creep up as we're trying to sleep. Different things for everyone I guess. For me it's often memories of my tormented childhood and my so-called "family". Other times it's about being trapped in a human body. To an extent the exact opposite of the materialists. I think about all that awful goo inside. A jelly-like mass confined on the inside of a skull - and they think this mass is what they are?! And they don't mind that?! I don't know. And do you ever think about that we're literally full of shit? No, I'm not saying we're all a bunch of liars. What I mean is, when you go to the bathroom and take a dump - there's lots more where that came from, and it's in there all the time. Wherever we go we're carrying a load of poop around inside us. I think that's pretty disgusting. I wouldn't want to be such an organism forever. It's actually pretty humiliating to be something like this, and I hope to have a more dignified existence someday. This as an aside - so to me it's bad memories and thoughts the disgusting nature of the human body which creep up in sleepless nights.
I may look further into the subject of apeirophobia though as it kind of fascinates me. I can see it can be quite tormenting to people and I don't mean to belittle that, but I think it doesn't need to be. Because what people don't take into account is that with the death of the body we will inevitably change. Life is a process, death is a process, and both are not processes we're merely observing but they happen to us, which means we're part of the process - part of the change taking place. Like, when you think back of your childhood, back then you probably thought about what it will be like when you grow up, and you may have had a bunch of very unrealistic ideas about it because you couldn't really imagine being an adult - because it was outside your own experience. But eventually it simply happened that you grew up, and now you may think back of "what silly ideas I had back when I was a kid!"
As a kid you probably couldn't have imagined the way you'd be now as an adult - I know I couldn't have.
I missed out on so many things I only realized or learned about much later, and they have changed me. But the change doesn't stop there. It probably never stops, probably not even once we reach the afterlife.
The article further quotes someone as saying, "I feel that we are all insignificant compared to the universe," and, "The thought of the distance between galaxies is unbearable.”
This idea of feeling insignificant next to infinities of space and time is something I've heard quite a lot - but never felt that way. Rather in the contrary: Having the ability to contemplate these concepts, to mentally grasp them, actually makes me feel quite empowered. The knowledge that there is so much more out there than this sad little human-infested world, such vast, infinite space, is a very comforting thought. I'm not afraid of losing myself in the infinite. I feel the need for so much more space, smothered by this overpopulated world, so overpopulated and light-polluted that I still haven't been able to really stare out into cosmic infinity at night and finally behold the Milky Way.
(Warning: If you happen to suffer from apeirophobia you might rather not want to watch this video. It's called "Powers of Ten", a brief journey from the subatomic level out to the edge of the observable universe and back.)
Nearly as an afterthought: I found this bit here about an interview with Richard Dawkins (one of the most famous proponents of materialism) which surprisingly seems to confirm my idea that apeirophobia may be what motivates them.
(Hubble Ultra Deep Field. May not be suitable for apeirophobics either...)
I'd been wondering for so long now why all these materialists so vehemently insist on the idea that after physical death follows complete nonexistence, although it would evidently render the existence prior to it entirely pointless, and their insistence never seemed a purely rational, fatalistic concession, as in having no hope to survive the death of their bodies, but much more like the dogged defense against who-knows-what unthinkable corruption... or terror.
The latter must be the answer then, and this terror is called apeirophobia.
I never even heard of this word before;Wikipedia doesn't have it, not even in its comprehensive and partially very bizarre list of phobias. (A fear of flowers? Of certain colors? That's weird. But one of the most ridiculous to me is a very new phenomenon called "Nomophobia" - I don't even have a mobile phone! LOL)
What is described in the article about apeirophobia is truly curious to me, needless to say that no such sensation ever occurred to me and it's very hard for me to conceive of it. I've never been scared of open spaces but rather the opposite, I'm very prone to claustrophobia, both in a literal and figurative sense: the fear of being trapped, hitting dead ends, having no way to go.
The author of the article, Bobby Azarian, says in it, "The largest number of years I could imagine failed to make a dent in infinity. My primitive brain filled with an existential angst. The idea of living forever was even more unsettling than the idea of no longer existing after death."
This appears to me somewhat contradictory (which isn't saying anything really, as being contradictory is normal human nature) in that the idea of ceasing to exist is also unsettling him - but eternity even more so. Yet in this case there probably can't be any further alternative besides these two possibilities...
He goes on to quote someone else as saying, "Now I’m in my 30s, and the thought of eternity still freaks me out. It usually hits at night when I’m trying to sleep."
This notion is quite familiar to an extent - I think we all have such certain things that creep up as we're trying to sleep. Different things for everyone I guess. For me it's often memories of my tormented childhood and my so-called "family". Other times it's about being trapped in a human body. To an extent the exact opposite of the materialists. I think about all that awful goo inside. A jelly-like mass confined on the inside of a skull - and they think this mass is what they are?! And they don't mind that?! I don't know. And do you ever think about that we're literally full of shit? No, I'm not saying we're all a bunch of liars. What I mean is, when you go to the bathroom and take a dump - there's lots more where that came from, and it's in there all the time. Wherever we go we're carrying a load of poop around inside us. I think that's pretty disgusting. I wouldn't want to be such an organism forever. It's actually pretty humiliating to be something like this, and I hope to have a more dignified existence someday. This as an aside - so to me it's bad memories and thoughts the disgusting nature of the human body which creep up in sleepless nights.
I may look further into the subject of apeirophobia though as it kind of fascinates me. I can see it can be quite tormenting to people and I don't mean to belittle that, but I think it doesn't need to be. Because what people don't take into account is that with the death of the body we will inevitably change. Life is a process, death is a process, and both are not processes we're merely observing but they happen to us, which means we're part of the process - part of the change taking place. Like, when you think back of your childhood, back then you probably thought about what it will be like when you grow up, and you may have had a bunch of very unrealistic ideas about it because you couldn't really imagine being an adult - because it was outside your own experience. But eventually it simply happened that you grew up, and now you may think back of "what silly ideas I had back when I was a kid!"
As a kid you probably couldn't have imagined the way you'd be now as an adult - I know I couldn't have.
I missed out on so many things I only realized or learned about much later, and they have changed me. But the change doesn't stop there. It probably never stops, probably not even once we reach the afterlife.
The article further quotes someone as saying, "I feel that we are all insignificant compared to the universe," and, "The thought of the distance between galaxies is unbearable.”
This idea of feeling insignificant next to infinities of space and time is something I've heard quite a lot - but never felt that way. Rather in the contrary: Having the ability to contemplate these concepts, to mentally grasp them, actually makes me feel quite empowered. The knowledge that there is so much more out there than this sad little human-infested world, such vast, infinite space, is a very comforting thought. I'm not afraid of losing myself in the infinite. I feel the need for so much more space, smothered by this overpopulated world, so overpopulated and light-polluted that I still haven't been able to really stare out into cosmic infinity at night and finally behold the Milky Way.
(Warning: If you happen to suffer from apeirophobia you might rather not want to watch this video. It's called "Powers of Ten", a brief journey from the subatomic level out to the edge of the observable universe and back.)
Nearly as an afterthought: I found this bit here about an interview with Richard Dawkins (one of the most famous proponents of materialism) which surprisingly seems to confirm my idea that apeirophobia may be what motivates them.
(Hubble Ultra Deep Field. May not be suitable for apeirophobics either...)
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