High Tide of Normies: Another One of the Paths Before Us
27 August 2025 00:20![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The New Normal, ever the same as the Old Normal
To be a normie is to take the path of least resistance. Sometimes the path of least resistance is wise. On various occasions, there is no choice. For instance, if you live in North Korea, you are regularly limited to the choices of a North Korean. Though it is often argued that driving a car is an choice in suburban America, I would dare anyone with friends, relatives, and a job that provides necessary income to try it for a year. Sometimes you have to go with the flow. The MRNA vaccines were an attempt to force a Satanic communion rite upon the last few holdouts like myself who had to make bleak decisions such as “Am I willing to literally die over this?” I was and we were... are. I was willing to go berserk. I was and am willing to go full Asami Yamasaki on the biohazard-suited goon who somehow topples my last barrier, finds me in my remote hidey hole, and comes at me with a syringe. I won’t harm a hair on their heads unless they back me into a corner, but if and when they are foolish enough to bring vaccine rape to me personally, the consequences they reap for themselves will be a gory and festive homecoming. At least one of them will deeply, bitterly regret it.
Normies are zombies. Just as perfectly kind grandmas and innocent children can be made into ravening, black-mouthed brain-eaters, normies can turn into armies of monsters when the stimuli and circumstances are right. It is easy to become a Nazi, a Stalinist, or a Maoist if everybody is doing it. When we look at how force collects and flows on the astral plane or the plane of images that is both shared and individual, certain sets of images become prominent. For instance, the image of SAFETY became a collective obsession. Those infected with SAFETY in the form of a comfortable, remote work, salary class, Door Dash-ordering, isolated but not lonely, status signaling heaven could not understand why anyone would desire to live outside that image for any reason. They clung to SAFETY even though there was a tiny, niggling, mostly-unheard voice screaming from the oubliette of conscience warning that SAFETY is not free. SAFETY, as wonderful and heavenly as it was and as virtuous as it felt, carried a steep price.
Before I go any further, let me say for the umpteen-millionth time that I could be wrong. I am a rando on the internet. I am a crackpot occultist who was atheist ten short years ago. My only redeeming quality is that I never claim my truths are infallible. So do not come at me. I am only speculating here.Hell is not eternal. Hell is not even warm. Hell is Hel, a temporary bus depot between incarnations where you sort out your crap and ready yourself for another round. And before someone says “Prison planet! Archons!” Let me say you retarded gnostics ought to give beings who are smarter and better than you a chance — not every entity is trying to cockblock you from your warped materialist vision of eternal bliss. But I digress. Hel is a place for normies. As I mentioned in my previous article in this series, heroes go to Valhalla.
Imagine a shallow ocean made of liquified clouds. The ocean rushes towards a great cliff. The liquified clouds rush towards the cliff edge and tumble off, creating a waterfall that becomes a deluge. Now imagine that you are a patch of cloud within that shallow ocean. The more one you are with the clouds, the more likely you are to flow off the edge of the cliff with your brethren. If you are amorphous like the other clouds, you will have no choice but to be dragged along to the abyss yawning beneath the cliff. The abyss is Hel.
Apocalypse anxiety
The human race has always been obsessed with apocalypse myths and has indulged in them since God was a boy. I think the reason for this is because Normies know they must rush off the edge of the astral cliff in a great hurry and spend quality time in the abyss before re-emerging in a mountain spring or at the bottom of the ocean once again. In the case of the Covid vaccines, it felt like a huge test and a great divider of souls. Souls that chose to melt into the crowd and go the path of least resistance were marked, not just physically via their Meatworld bodies but via their eternal selves. I think they knew, deep, deep down, and that is why they were so crazy dissonant about those who chose not to vaccinate. If they were damned, then all should be damned. If everybody chose to flunk, then perhaps the test itself would be scrapped, or at least not graded on a curve.
I believe one of the possibilities for the vaccinated is that they are sequestered for a time or given no choice but to reincarnate as animals as the current extinction wraps. Of course I could be wrong. Despite being unvaccinated, I wholly believe I could go back to being incarnated as an animal. I believe I was a series of geese and cats before making the jump to human thousands of years ago. I have no problem with going back to animal incarnation. There are wonderful things about being an animal just as there are wonderful things about being human. If I do go back to being a bird, I hope I get to finally do a turn as a hawk or some other cool bird of prey.
I don’t think reincarnation as an animal is anything to be worried about. (Many of us could be reincarnated dinosaurs, and perhaps this could explain almost every child’s fascination with dinosaurs? I dunno.) It’s Hel normies should be worried about, because this iteration of Hel resembles an apocalypse, with an extraordinary number of souls falling prey to it. The trouble with this version of Hel is that as always, Hel reflects the consciousness of those destined to go there via their lack of resistance. Our era has been materialistic to the extreme. Our ideals have been mired in stuff, stuff, and more stuff. We have people who claim to be holy men who live in mansions. The Dalai Lama, a man whom I firmly believe will go to Hel, is a child molester who enjoys foie gras. Men who regularly quote the Bible believe they need to become crypto millionaires to measure up. Yet Jesus said:
Matthew 7:13-14 (NIV)
There are three aspects of spiritual work regardless of religion or lack thereof that are a Get Out of Hel card. They are differentiation, diligence, and humility. I will be discussing all three in future essays.
Differentiation is the process of extracting ourselves from the ocean that cannot resist compelling forces. In short, we must learn to think for ourselves and go against the grain when necessary. That is why I don’t believe Luigi Mangione or killers like him will go to Hel or hell. Luigi Mangione is not a Normie, at any rate. To differentiate is to see when the crowd is and to stand against it at great personal risk, including risk of death. Differentiation requires courage, and like a fruit that is carried far from the tree, it can culminate in a dead end or a new beginning.
Diligence is the daily, hourly, and often minutely commitment to our own convictions. We cannot just believe in our differentiation, we must constantly prove it by remaining true to it in our daily actions and thoughts. I believe everything is sentient, so I clean my floor and toilet everyday because spaces and things have consciousness and can talk. They enjoy being kept clean and and in ship shape. It is not enough for me to write a book called Sacred Homemaking, I must live as a sacred homemaker. A follower of Jesus is not worth his weight in poop unless he lives like Jesus — poor, generous, and forgiving.
Humility is the admittance we are not gods or demigods. When we think we are the smartest ones in the room, we quickly become insufferable. Gods are patient and they give us all the rope we need to hang ourselves, plus multiple lives so we can do it again and again. Humility is ironically a shortcut to the Divine, because by admitting we are not gods, we take the first steps towards improvement.
Anyone can choose to differentiate and follow up with diligence and humility. Vaccination status is irrelevant to this. Hidden choices abound, even in North Korea. In my next article in this series, I will be talking about a road not frequently taken. This road is the one I consider to be the best of the three. I call it the Alternative.