The recent posts on IQ, the intelligence gap, etcetera on Vox’s blog and his Sigma Game one too, along with a number of other recent considerations I have been mulling over with regard to the general malaise of this planet’s humanity both as a whole and as considered in their multiply fractal subdivisions right down to the individual, have got me to a point where I may begin to try to articulate a concept that I have been living with most of my life.
In simple terms it goes something like this:
Broadly speaking, almost nothing is really relevant, and yet, your life is absolutely relevant (regardless of whether you are aware of it, reach anything like your full potential in various facets of life and so on).
If you have read my post on violence and gunfights, you may be able to better understand what I mean. The long and the short of that post was that pretty much 95% of everything related to those two topics (assault/violence/gunfights) that you come across is bullshit.
The fact is that even if you train obsessively, unless you kinda go looking for it, the likelihood of you being in an actual gunfight are pretty close to nil. The chances of you being in some violent altercation are somewhat higher, but you can mostly negate those by the simple expedient of increasing your situational awareness in general even if you take zero time training in martial arts or using a firearms under stressful situations.
In the event that you DO end up in a gunfight, again, most of all the detailed supposedly pivotal information provided by armchair and paper experts, but even, too often, by supposedly highly trained “operators” is, again, mostly almost entirely irrelevant. If you can operate your weapon effectively under duress and hit a head-sized object repeatedly at twenty feet or less almost all the time, you are in the top 0.1% of people when it comes to being effective in a gun fight. The calibre or type of gun you use being a minor consideration at best.
Now, extend that sort of general realisation to pretty much everything else.
Unless you are in Ukraine or Gaza, the wars in those places are essentially mostly irrelevant to you. Not completely of course, because your petrol and heating costs go up, and so on, but the impact is not immediately drastic for 99% of the population on Earth compared to those who are actively involved. If you are generally prepared for the apocalyptic economic collapse that maths says will happen at some point, you are well ahead of the curve with respect of most of the rest of humanity. Obsessing about every detail of those conflicts can only lead to added anxiety and lowered immune systems without providing you any further benefit.
Given this overall philosophy, life could easily become seen as a futile exercise and one could easily slip into depression. That too is a trap, because while it is true that 95% of literally everything is bullshit, there is that 5% that makes it all worth it. And it would do so even if it was only 1%.
I always excelled at my job when I was in the corporate rat race and outperformed every financial target that was expected of me, even in those jobs where I was ultimately fired. And yes, I was “let go” on a number of occasions. And an even higher number of times I walked away on my own. How is it possible, you say that I double the expected profit margins and yet get “let go”? I must be lying, or missing out some part of the story, right? Not really. The only part of the story I am missing out is that several times I uncovered either outright fraud or incompetence within the higher ups. I didn’t even make it public for the most part, but the higher ups were aware I was aware. And they were also aware I was not corruptible. The idea a person would not either join them nor be against them necessarily, threatened them instantly (which is understandable).
My work in the UK was never seen by me as a “career”. If I had viewed it that way and applied myself that way, I would undoubtedly be a very wealthy person. That route however would have required a level of internal repression of my basic nature that made the prospect absolutely intolerable to me. I simply saw it as a job. In fact, as a job with a specific firm that would last as long as it lasted. Several years in the best cases, a few weeks in the worst cases. When I did my job, I did it very well and I put as much effort into it as needed to ensure I did outperform every target they had for me. I could do that precisely because it wasn’t that important to me. I am honest and I was hired to do a job so I did it well, but the job itself was not particularly interesting or meaningful to me. I took my satisfactions where I could and so on, and it’s nice to have a nice portfolio of prestigious jobs behind me, but I was perfectly happy being a mercenary that understood the value of both being a team member in a good team, or working independently when required.
I mention this to try and explain the perspective that most of life is filled with irrelevancies. Even the big events, while meaningful to you and some certainly will feel or even be life or death events from your perspective, are ultimately, in the scheme of things, not all that big a deal.
Your divorce and family implosion is a huge deal to you and your children, of course, and yet, most divorces are survived somehow. The culture is going to crap mostly everywhere, and yet you are generally comfortable enough as the world goes to Hell in a handbasket. From a bird’s eye view, very few things matter, and those that do are often things most people have very little control over.
So, if you have this perspective, I wanted to share with you my method for absolutely avoiding nihilistic despair, because I see people, especially younger people, falling into this absolute trap of thinking that since life is so “bad” nothing really matters. That is a mistake, a big, big error and one you should never make.
So here is my recipe:
- Never, ever, assume the global is the personal and vice versa
- Find the level of “resolution” that is important to you for different aspects of life and operate there. For example:
- My professional work was relevant to me as maybe an 8 bit grayscale arcade game. You can still enjoy it and do well at Prince of Persia in monochrome, but you will not cry tears of despair if you need to switch to another 8 bit monochrome game like Bubble Bobble.
- My personal life was always in full 8k colour and maximum level graphic card importance to me, though it had many facets and perspectives and within it each facet and perspective had a generally high level of resolution but not all had the highest resolution setting.
- Have a compelling future. Without a target, something to aim for, an idea that motivates you to get out of bed in the morning, life can be misery, so, create something to work towards. And yet…
- Be flexible in the extreme towards that future goal, because life invariably will throw monkey wrenches, the whole monkey, and the whole monkey’s troop with their monkey wrenches and also a few grenades in whatever plan you make. Life is essentially war, and as Clausewitz supposedly said, no plan survives contact with the enemy. This does not mean you are a butterfly with never solid targets, but rather the opposite, that whatever happens, and whatever route-changes you need to make, including drastic ones, you nevertheless continue heading towards the same goal from whatever unlikely position you end up finding yourself. The truth is that many high-minded concepts are usually extremely unlikely to happen in one or even two years, but relentless action in a specific direction almost always produces effective results over say 20 years.
I can attest to that “20 years” concept in a number of fields, where my interest was always high. In some cases I achieved a level of understanding or competence that then resulted in me deciding I had achieved what I wanted in that respect and then moved on to other interests, and in some cases the interest remains or even deepens and will continue to do so until death. A few examples (not to boast, but to give examples to those who might be new readers here as the numbers increase regularly):
- Astronomy – I figured out the real history of Humanity to a previously unrealised degree, what happened on Mars and probably in other places of our Solar system to a degree that everyone else is still catching up to, including those who admitted plagiarising some of my work. I have reached a level of understanding of this that is sufficient for me to not devote much time to it now, primarily because my children and other endeavours occupy me and interest me more. Left to my own devices in a bubble universe, I would probably continue to explore this topic endlessly. And I still dream of building my own mini observatory.
- Martial Arts – At age 54, and with a farm to try to get into some if not profitable at least break-even production level, 5 children and other things to do too, my interest for physically training with other people is not zero, but again, other priorities come into effect. If I won the lottery tomorrow and I could have my own little dojo build next to the house, I would happily entertain regular training with others, preferably not as teacher (unlikely, given the location) or at least, if I am to teach, so that I can also train with the guys while doing so. But as it is, my training today is mostly along a different route, which involves more generic concepts, like overall health, situational awareness on a daily basis and weapons training.
- Catholicism – Having been a Zen Agnostic until age 43, so given only some ten years of study on it, I am still a relative “novice” at being a Catholic (compared to my own somewhat obsessive-compulsive standards, though I surpass many supposed “professional” theologians at understanding the dogma, application of it, history and realities of Catholicism) and the lessons in it, like those of martial arts, are infinite, so I think in some way this topic will continue to deepen for me with time.
- Hypnosis – Having done and studied this deeply for nearly 20 years now, this remains a fascinating topic, though in deepening it, some related aspects have probably taken a front-seat, even if directly related to hypnosis, like the neurology and physiology of the brain as well as aspects of the mind, electromagnetic fields we all have, and other aspects related to mirror neurones and so on, all fasciante me and continue to be of interest.
Those are just my “hobbies” so to speak, my most important topics relate to relationships with women and ultimately marriage, relationships with my children, and loved ones, and relationships with my friends and the things we can achieve if we work together on some things we care about.
I certainly am not short of things that keep my interest despite me being acutely aware of the hellscape we live in and the mutant wastelands we are surrounded by, with roaming radioactive mutants, polluted skies and rabid zombies, along with gay, mentally ill, would-be “overlords” that want to destroy people like me down to the very last DNA strand.
Before I was Catholic I kept myself busy this way and never fell into despair. After becoming Catholic, not only is despair impossible, but I am at times mildly euphoric as I recognise that however hard things may temporarily seem from any given perspective of the day, eventually, due course, whether I see it myself with my own eyes or not, victory, for our side, is absolutely inevitable.
I hope therefore, to have given a few of you reading this some positive concepts to think and act on.
On Raising Girls
Thanks to TrevorGoodchild on Gab, I was made aware of this long but very good post on the female perspective of the modern radioactive wasteland that is the current era in terms of social interactions.
One of the most insightful passages was this:
Feeling alienated from your body, disliking the male attention your body invites, secretly feeling a kind of thrill when your beauty benefits you, enjoying the power you hold over men: these are feelings girls commonly experience as they transition to womanhood.
In a healthy society, young girls eventually come to terms with these complex and somewhat contradictory feelings. This is not the case today. Today, young women are rewarded most for acting on their most pathological impulses. Platforms such as Instagram and OnlyFans incentivize some young women to profit from the male gaze to the detriment of their future well-being. On the other hand, for young women who feel alienated by their sexual desirability (or lack thereof), there exist a plethora of alternative online communities like FTM or pro-eating disorder spaces that offer young women refuge from the male gaze, while offering them emotional support and subcultural status.
What is not at all encouraged is coming to terms with the complex feelings womanhood induces within young girls, coming to terms with that mix of terror and thrill. This process is entirely disrupted by modern social norms. Why? Because sexual norms today skirt around one obvious, horrifying fact: women like being sex objects. That eighteen year old on OnlyFans? She’s not motivated by entrepreneurial drive, economic desperation, patriarchal socialization, or any such external factor we may want to point to. No, she simply likes the idea of being a hot commodity, of being so sexy that men would pay to see her. She likes being a whore. Acknowledging women’s innate desire to be sexualized, to be objectified, is sacrilegious; it is a truth conveniently avoided by both feminists and traditionalists alike. Instead, they posit that women’s behaviour is entirely downstream of that of men’s, that if men didn’t desire women so much, that if they stopped watching porn, stopped “objectifying women,” stopped having sex outside of marriage, that all sexual degeneracy would disappear. And so, male sexuality is criminalized, and female sexuality is conveniently ignored. And while this set of social norms preserves a rosy, hapless image of women, it harms young girls through its complete lack of social regulation of feminine sexual impulses. If you do not restrict female sexual impulses, what you get is a race to the bottom, with young girls intensely competing with each other for sexual attention. A lack of common sense limitations leads to a rise in things like unnecessary plastic surgeries, the proliferation of photoshop, hypersexual online personas. The digital landscape is flooded with images of inhumanly beautiful women. Intense sexual competition has adverse effects on other young girls by either encouraging them to adopt such behaviours, or by alienating them from womanhood entirely.
Ultimately, what growing up means for girls, is coming to terms with the male gaze. The male gaze, contrary to the popular feminist conception of it, is not a product of patriarchal society. Rather, the voyeur in your own head is a native facet of feminine psychology. The voyeur in your head is awareness of your desirability, the power it holds, the danger it can bring; this awareness is crucial for women to have as they navigate the world around them.
And the most insightful sentence in that extract was this:
She likes being a whore.
That one sentence, in the context it was written, is, as the writer correctly identifies, the biggest taboo of the modern world. That admission can never be made in public without the person saying it being essentially cancelled as some kind of woman-hating, (internalised if you are female like the writer, of course) patriarchal pig/slave (depending on if you’re a man/woman) and so on.
Now, those men among us who had a past that involved being intimate with a rather high number of women, in a secularised context absent pretty much all religion of any kind, will know that pretty much every woman has that impulse somewhere in her make up. I’m sure there are exceptions, but they are generally not what one would refer to as “normal” women. Some may be the result of rape, sexual abuse, and so on. Some may be neuro-atypical and so on, as always, nothing is always all the same, there are always exceptions, but by and large, the average woman, has in her a “I want to feel like a whore” button. Some are more aware of it than others, of course, and some are unaware of it until a man flicks that button a few times expertly, but as I say, in most cases it’s there. It is, in essence, a normal biological aspect of femaleness, just like it is a biological aspect of maleness to like feeling like a conquering hero (or anti-hero, whatever, the conquering and winning part is what makes us feel alive).
Did you see that Sci-Fi film with Arnie called Total Recall (it’s badly based on a PKD story) but anyway when they are presenting him with a fictional fantasy holiday and they ask him what romantic partner he would like for his fantasy induced “holiday” and they say “be honest” he gives up and indeed says: “Slutty”.
Using the word all/every in the same context as above, i.e. a generalisation, it is simply a fact that every man wants a whore in bed and a lady outside of their bedroom (well, ok, home in general, maybe public toilets, secluded spots in parks, back of cars… you know what I mean!).
The ideal woman for most men is a complete slut in bed, open to all the sexual excitement and fantasies he might have, but… loyal most of all and forever to just him.
And the ideal man for pretty much every woman, is a man that is manly enough to make her want to behave like a complete whore in bed. But who has eyes only for her.
The ideal relationship for both sexes is one where the other partner inspires almost unbridled sexuality and sensuality for you, while at the same time confining it within the limits of your relationship.
Yes, I am aware that there are large (and growing) areas of the population where wife-swapping, cuckolding, orgies, multiple sex partners and other fetishes actually take place, but those relationships where those aspects of sex become a regular reality instead of remain limited to a private fantasy, invariably end in tears and tragedy. There are no successful “polyamorous” relationships or long term “throuples”. Every one of those perversions of the natural order of one man and one woman is not conducive to the maximum happiness for both. Some might be artificially sustainable, such as the practice of having multiple wives. Historically there are instances where powerful men or certain societies permitted men to have multiple wives, and such societies still exist and one could say “function” after a fashion, but the reality is that neither the man nor the women in those situation had reached their maximum potential for true, deep, lasting serenity, and that is for a very simple reason:
Maximum serenity is achieved when you have real, deep, intimate connection to another human being and that can only be achieved at its deepest and most pervasive level in an intimate relationship between a man and a woman.
Oh, you might touch aspects of it in certain fetishised moments of a relationship that is not classical of that kind. Certainly I have experienced in my pre-catholic days a certain level of sexual gratification/understanding with some women, that even though was at times simply limited to that singular or infrequent encounter due to the temporary nature of the “relationship” achieved a certain level of “understanding” or feeling of mutual acceptance without any judgement or however you want to label it, that it does achieve a sense of closeness, an aspect, if you will, of “love” or at least a facet of it. But one might make the same statement of perhaps a pair of serial killers finding a moment of “spark” as they hunch over their latest victim to cannibalise it. Yes, yes, you might have felt something that you might think is “deep” and insofar as your experience of life might go (you know as a serial killer, or serial slut (of either sex)) it may well have been the “highlight” to date of your connection with another human being, and because sex is so powerful, if you just had your third and most mind-blowing orgasm in a row while trussed up in some S&M position in your full gimp outfit and a livecam to your only fans only “enhancing” the thrill for you, you might think you have reached the pinnacle of human intimacy. But you have not. You may have touched bottom on a deep dive into some fetishism, specific degenerate thing or even wide-spread generic degeneracy, but true, deep, pervasive intimacy, you have not reached sir, or madam. And trust me, I speak from a rather extensive degenerate past and experience on the matter.
The level of human intimacy that truly calms and fills you with a genuine and pervasive experience of love, is only generated between one man and one woman. Instinctively we all know that from birth. As the ancient Greeks and others knew, there are various forms of love, and we can define different relationships on the basis of it, but the one that covers all of them the most is simply the one that is of a man and woman who choose a life together to make children and raise them. Anything else is a shadow at best if not a cruel parody that brings only misery (gay “marriages” and the accompanying child trafficking that results from gay “adoptions”).
Your relationship with a woman you are particularly compatible with sexually might feel fulfilling, and indeed such relationships usually last quite long if there is at least a baseline of other factors to support it, but amazing sex on its own will not do it, yet, in the modern era, the focus is on that first and foremost.
If you have daughters and are raising them and you are unaware of these facts, or worse, you try to ignore them pretending they are not realities, your daughters are headed for the rocks in the metaphoric navigation of life.
Acknowledging a girls’ natural inclinations due to her biological sex is required, as is required your duty as father to teach her how to avoid the pitfalls of her own biology. Just as you do with a boy you would raise. But as a man, raising a boy is easier, because firstly, we are simpler, secondly we are men, so we know what it’s like to be one, and thirdly, boys are generally responsive to plain logic and direct line of thinking. The pitfalls for both boys and girls are mostly handled by the same skill: The ability to regulate your own emotions. Difficult as it is for all human beings, the skill is generally a lot easier to achieve for boys. and once again, the reasons are mainly biological.
Female brain structure is physically different in some important aspects from male brain structure. Their hormones affect them and their thinking, mood, mind and brain to degrees that men can only imagine, but rarely experience outside of perhaps drug induced stupors.
Helping a young girl navigate not only the outside world, but her own biology and emotion-inducing hormones, is a far more delicate and complicated matter.
You do need to be aware of her biology and not demonise aspects of her that are natural things, but you also need to teach her to regulate these things in a way that leads to healthy and positive outcomes for her and steers her away from negative outcomes. And you also need to appreciate that for a girl or woman, the ability to control her emotions in a positive fashion tends to be far more restrictive. Historically every functioning society has known this, placing heavy and strict restrictions on female sexuality. And of course the feminists will tell you it was all to oppress women and so on, but the reality is that (as the article mentioned also points out clearly) women, left to their own devices tend to make horrifically bad decisions and civilisations tend to collapse in short order when this is the case.
An innocuous example might suffice.
In teaching self-discipline to my children, the approach with the boy, who is only 4, is very much simpler and direct. He’s been told eating too much sweets or say chocolate, or whatever is not good for him and we want the best for him and as a result he simply asks if he can have this or that and when he is told no, at most he asks why. Provided a clear explanation he accepts the decision most times. His little sister seeing him do this is more disposed to following suit… I say more disposed… not how much more… It’s a tiny amount. She will argue and try to pull a fast one a lot more than he does. My eldest daughter on the other hand is a complete choc-aholic. I was the same and even in my thirties and later I could eat three full chocolate slabs and think nothing of it. When I was swimming competitively as a teenager and living alone in the UK I survived on cheese and chocolate and random meals I microwaved. I was never fat, because I always moved and I have lucky genetics. She is very similar in this regard, but when I explained it is not healthy and she should not devour whatever chocolate is in the house (something she did like a thief in the night several times) and I finally put my foot down hard, far more on the sneaky way she had done it than the thing itself, the next time we went shopping and it was just me and her and I said should we get some chocolate, she said no. Surprised I asked how come. Her explanation was enlightening:
“Because I can’t really control myself if I know we have it in the house. So if it’s not there, at least I can’t go and eat it.”
The boy would simply be ok with not touching it until he’s told it’s ok to do so, or limit himself to one or two pieces a day or week or whatever we decided, but the girl realised her own will-power or discipline was not enough and so took steps to safeguard against her own known weakness.
That subtle but extremely important difference plays out throughout most of a woman’s life.
And returning to sex, because it is such a powerful force, if a girls’ (also natural) defences against being bedded are bypassed by some slight of hand/emotional manipulation/general social pressure, and then repeatedly so, her ability to bond deeply with another human being becomes scarred over by each encounter, making it progressively harder to make it a possibility.
Being aware of these things as a father is of paramount importance, and I am astonished at the level of absolute incompetence we see today in the parenting skills in general but especially of how pathetic so many men are at being fathers for their daughters.
I see comments from apparently fathers that ask things like: “What can I do? I mean the sex stuff is everywhere and my daughters dress like whores, but it can’t be helped, and where will they find a good man?”
Well buddy, short a miracle, they won’t because they never had one in the first place where they should have: Their home! You weakling, metrosexual, pathetic excuse for a father.
Seriously, the more I look at Clown World with a bird’s eye view, the more I realise that I was absolutely right ten years ago, some 3 years before I even got baptised, when I said that two things would be pivotal: Christianity (which I have since come to view as being limited to actual Catholicism i.e. 1958 Sedevacantism) and city states, because once the SHTF it will be communities that stick together that will resit and survive whatever evil wind comes their way.
I hope more and more people will see these truths soon, and that is happening, even if I know the numbers will never approach what my blue-sky tinted heart would wish.
But you never know; God does act in mysterious ways; and he does have a powerful sense of humour, after all: He made me a hardcore Believer.
This last piece from the article is another important point (emphasis added):
Why are young women today so deranged? Because no one is honest with them and they cannot be honest with themselves. Parents lie to you, teachers lie to you, friends lie to you, everyone lies to you. If anyone dares tell you the truth, they are ostracized.
There is the ultimate betrayal. Parents who lie to their children about reality. Life. Basic stuff. And many do so because they are so retarded and brainwashed themselves they honestly don’t know any better.
But many do it because of the fear of running against the grain. Of indeed, being ostracised.
Luckily for my daughters, I never gave a flying fornication at a rodent’s anus what pretty much the entire rest of humanity thought of me or if I was well-liked or feared or infamous. As a result, no matter how counter-narrative the truth may be, there is never any worry that they will not be told how two plus two is always, without any exception, forever and ever, four.
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By G | 17 January 2024 | Posted in Believe, Catholicism, Relationships, Sedevacantism, Social Commentary