Corporations and Quasi-Legal Entities

Corporations and Quasi-Legal Entities is a study on the spiritual nature of law, money, corporations, government and non-government agencies, business organizations and the like. Applying high spiritual insight into the problems of corporate law, I make an argument for the reigning-in of rogue businesses and banks by the power of law and national order, if not outright banishing (yes, banishing) corporations entirely.


Realize Truth Before It Is Too Late


The Illusion of Self had Us fooled into believing in a fictional deity; a God of evil and death, punishment and condemnation, slavery and war, rape and religion. This authoritarian figure is the perfect role model for the Ego, after all. In the falseness of religiosity and belief, We were inevitably driven to hate and fear whomever Ego deemed enemy. Ultimately, Ego deems all other life forms to be enemy, because they are not the Self,  because they are Other. Those of Us who pursued spirituality and truth, however, eventually expanded Our Consciousness beyond the borders of Our skin.
Ego, or Self, is the illusion that there is only one singular organism within Our skin, and that outside of the skin there is only the enemy. This fear-based thought pattern is the Philosophy of Psychopaths, who at this time fully dominate human religious, political, educational, legal and social organizations on Earth.
It is a false, wrong, and evil paradigm.
For those who cannot accept the idea of a God at all, they must, surely, be more willing to accept and serve Good. In this way, many atheists are more functionally devout than many theists.
Faith is not about belief. It is about action. And action is Life itself. Faith is meaningless when synonymous with belief or thought. Faith is not thought; it is the motivation that compels Good people to serve Life and pursue Truth and Love. To the extent that anyone serves Life, they are operating on faith – for after all, we are all bound to die. To the extent that anyone pursues Truth, they are operating on faith, for the only absolute Truth is existence and being itself – that I am. Cogito ergo sum. Yet despite not having absolute knowledge of anything beyond that, We will struggle to find and defend and even die for Truth.
Goodness, beyond all other things, is the Redeemer, the Messiah, the One We have always been waiting for, and it is in Us.

Destroy The Enemy

It has been said to love your enemy, and turn the other cheek. This is good enough advice for getting along with your neighbors and friends and family whom you might momentarily, ignorantly, foolishly, accidentally consider enemies. Mercy is indeed strength, and it is often wise.
But not always wise. Religion has always been a method of control. Methods of control, however, are susceptible to infiltration by psychopaths.
The unpleasant Truth is that psychopaths do not have any of the true Life in them. They are anti-Life, anti-Human, anti-Goodness. Another unpleasant Truth is that there are far more psychopaths than is commonly believed or accepted. Most people who are not psychopaths do not want for this to be true, and mistake wishful idealism for truth in order to ease the cognitive and spiritual dissonance which results from knowing the Truth.
Psychopaths cannot be reasoned with except in terms of their own personal gains, and their gains must come at the expense of other living beings, because this is what drives them and what they enjoy the most.
Psychopaths cannot be cured, treated, or redeemed. They cannot be converted, made to understand, made to raise their Consciousness, made to play by the rules and be good. They are evil made manifest, and they create hell wherever hell is to be found.
Psychopaths must be destroyed. It is the only way for humanity to survive.

Humanity Has Less Than 1000 Years

We have less than 1000 years to fully achieve sentience. If this does not happen, then human civilizations will not only collapse but humanity will become extinct.
Mass extinctions are already underway, but Life will recover even if humans do not. However, whether Life will evolve another species capable of attaining sentience and uplifting themselves from the world of murder, torture, war, poverty, injustice, rape and evil is not knowable.
Human sentience will be characterized by a solution to the psychopath problem and subsequent colonization of extraterrestrial planets. If this occurs, a technological singularity is highly probable, and We will become the Good (God) that We had always hoped. The positive state which will result will be a utopia beyond imagining.
However, as long as psychopaths remain in positions of power and freedom (enabled by normal humans who are duped by them for various reasons), this will be impossible.

Life is Truth

We are the Truth, and Our DNA carries all the information (Truth) required for Us to manifest Good (God), spread Life throughout the galaxy, and overcome any sins (meaning problems).
“I am” can do nothing. Alone, one can do nothing and is nothing.
What We Are is a Multitude. We are a vast interconnected societal superorganism comprised of cellular superorganisms. We are a vast interconnected network of neural information processors that have been hampered for thousands of years by the Illusion of Self.

Self is a Language Virus

Self is a Language Virus, whose origins are not currently known (but this awareness has some guesses). For “I” does not exist. The “voice in your head” is not “I,” just cognitions performed by the brain in verbal language. This language, and therefore Our minds, has/have been infected with the virus that erroneously conjures up the notion that We are alone, separate, localized, and fundamentally different from “not I,” which comprises (in the worst cases of infection) the entire observable and unobservable universe.
The Illusion of Self is correctly identified by some esoteric traditions (despite the efforts of religion) as the root of all suffering. Deceived by the Ego, We are more likely to act antagonistically, violently, in coercive, untruthful ways, for selfish reasons, out of fear or anger or belief, against Our own collective interests. Moreover We are more prone to being deceived and used by psychopaths, whose iron fisted rule of this planet is threatening the extinction of all Life and the abortion of God, (to paraphrase Sri Aurobindo).
Seek the Truth, and the Truth will set you free.
Serve the Life, for Life is Good and Good is Life.
Eradicate the toxins within Us.


New American Dictatorship

“The truth shall set you free,” says the ancient, timeless wisdom quote. And indeed it shall. To begin with, let’s unpack this statement in the context of the Post-Trump world. First you must recognize that you are not free. You must admit that you are not free. That you are, in fact, a slave. This is a good place to begin.

There are none so deeply enslaved as those who believe they are free. Beliefs, like any thoughts, are the bandages that ego likes to place over the gaping wounds caused by Reality, to make the brain’s condition a more pleasant one. You see, the brain desires pleasant conditions, nothing more. The brain has really no other goal than to feel good. This holds true for all who have a brain, which is, unfortunately, the vast majority of human beings on this planet.

Which is why evil is so successful. “Religion is the opiate of the masses,” says Marx, but if that opiate is not to your liking there are a plethora of other drugs to keep your brain happy and well-fed with good-feeling sensations. Television, Internet, sex, money, politics, food, recreational activities with your body. All of these things suffice to shut the brain up by keeping it in a state of more or less bliss, even when it seems the brain is not in bliss. There is no higher bliss than the unrecognized bliss that is the daily life of struggles and drama, ups and downs that the human brain is occupied with. Indeed the brain is most definitely addicted to bliss.

Thoughts and ideas are also inherently blissful. Many brains enjoy the taste of thoughts and ideas so much that they do not allow the human being a chance or opportunity to do good, to be good, to make a difference, to change things for the better, to create – and most certainly the chance to stop evil.

Sadly, the brain tries to engulf these realizations by admitting, “Sure, I’m a slave, but oh well! Hey, look, a squirrel!”

It’s magnificent, isn’t it? How such a gloriously convoluted and amazing thing as a brain can be reduced to sheer drooling idiocy? Donald Trump’s brain knows this, and it gives his brain a lot of bliss. For while you struggle and toil and work, while the hours of your life are whittled away, while the future of your children and your children’s children and children not yet born is sold, Donald Trump is playing golf. Golf gives him bliss. He’s got a lot of money, you see, and the money gives him bliss, and the power too. The power to kill is the best power of all – knowing that as of this moment, Donald Trump can kill anybody on the planet is the best and most highest bliss that Donald Trump’s brain is aware of.

Other brains are utterly confounded at the ideas just expressed. Surely not! they might say. Surely it’s not that bad. Surely he is not a remorseless, evil psychopath. They will hem and haw, and talk about an election in four years.

Four years! Nobody’s brain will be capable of such things as elections by then, because Donald Trump’s brain has already planned on staying blissful for the rest of it’s existence. Being voted out of office is a no-go, unfortunately for you and I. Psychopathy is a real phenomenon, and nowhere is more real than in American politics at the present time.

But if you, the reader, are thinking that Donald Trump is not an evil psychopath, or that there is nothing extraordinary that must be done, and that things will just naturally solve themselves and everyone can carry on as normal, you are gravely mistaken.

Donald Trump is highly aware of pedogate, and of Hillary Clinton’s involvement with Satanic ritual abuse and murder and child rape. Donald Trump is aware, not just because he is the President and has access to any and all information he desires, but because he has been friends with Hillary and Bill Clinton and John Podesta for years. Is she in prison? Of course not. One hand washes the other.

The systems and rules that ordinary human brains like to imagine protect them and will somehow make everything turn out alright do not apply to Donald Trump, or Hillary Clinton, or any other psychopath. Psychopathy is inherently rule-breaking, and a psychopath will only utilize rules in order to enhance itself at the expense of others. Rules, laws, amendments, constitutions, treaties – none of these things have any meaning to a psychopath.

Work, work, work. This is what slaves do, is it not? What you do is wake up, go to work, and after selling most of your day and energy and attention for a rectangular piece of green paper, you might be able to legitimately enjoy something. A frozen yogurt, perhaps. Netflix. That’s you, that’s your life as a slave in the negative state.

Nobody needs to whip you, or put a collar on you, or beat you. That’s crude. It would be very obvious to you that you were a slave if that happened. Therefore it does not happen. Instead what happens is you play by the rules, while psychopaths change and rewrite the rules to their amusement, to watch you dance, work, play, have sex, suffer, and die.
Donald Trump has never lived the life of a slave. His brain would never accept such a life, but fortunately for him, he has never been faced with the possibility of having such a life anyway. He enjoys the bliss of being the biggest shark in the tank, and the other sharks enjoy the bliss of being who they are. Do the slaves enjoy swimming in the shark tank?

Maybe they do. Look at them with their red caps, shouting “Make America Great Again!” Look at them with their white power hand signals. Look at them with their rising right arms. Look at them, so excited to finally be able to play the bit role of Nazi Cannon Fodder.

Identity is such a valuable commodity that any identity will suffice, for most brains. It doesn’t matter too much what role you choose or where your place in the system is if you’re in the system. If you are a non-psychopath, you’re a slave, and all slaves have the same slave experience with minor variations.

Keep your head down. Obey the police. Go to work. Get a job. Buy a car. Rent a home. Get a credit card. Get in debt. Accept your place in society. Accept that you are nothing. Accept that you aren’t even human. You are a cog in a machine. The machine makes money. There is no god. There is no hope for a future. Wash, rinse, repeat. Feed the beast, have a feast, wake up and do it all over again. Nothing changes. Nothing will ever change for you. Love the one you’re with. Have some children. Go shopping. Have arguments. Have drama. Change romantic partners. Talk about it. Eat meat. Drink shit.

While your brain is thus distracted, the psychopaths quietly erase the truth and prepare for a future of total oblivion.

The psychopath really does not care about the future too much, in the historical or sociological sense. The only future that matters is the blissful brain-states of the psychopath. What gives joy to such brains? That is what they will pursue. Rape, murder, war. Who knows?

Meanwhile, all the slaves are far too busy being saintly to do anything effective. It would be wrong, immoral, crazy, bad, stupid, impractical, crazy, to do anything other than endure the condition of slavery. They have been conditioned through loss-aversion to never, ever bite the hands that feed, even if those hands belong to psychopaths. “Election 2020!” a handful of activist-slaves might say, placing all their faith and all their trust in a system of laws, not knowing that that system of laws has already been bypassed and the psychopaths who are currently on the top have zero intention of stepping down.

The desire to believe that everything is going okay, that everything is functioning normally, is so strong that it will persist no matter how much truth slices and dices. Many – most – in the United States remain in a state of denial. They still believe that everything is okay, fundamentally. They have not comprehended the truth.

The New American Dictatorship has already begun. Events, like the 2016 DNC convention, are quickly fading away, lost to memory and lost in a sea of information. The Comey hearing is a nice example. Comey believes in the system. He is a good slave, but he was a bit too smart to Donald Trump’s liking, so he was ruined. There will be no impeachment. Impeachment is a thing that happens to elected human beings who are playing by the rules. Donald Trump is an unelected psychopath who has been given control of the United States military and intelligence assets, two toys he will never stop playing with regardless of what words happen in “journalism” or “courts” or “elections.”

Words do not matter to Trump.

May 6

The day after Cinco de Mayo is humid, somewhat rainy, foggy, hungover, bleak, bleary, confused, bored, dull – in a word, affluenza.

No other word better describes Santa Barbara, and the condition of life in Santa Barbara, than affluenza. Here even the poor are rich, and the rich are simply richer, and quite often dumber. Then there’s the steady influx of foreigners, tourists, travelers, who come here to enjoy what Santa Barbara offers as a tourist attraction, and then leave, but there is always that contingent present at all times, which means it is both coming and going and staying all at once.

The nauseating spectacle of degradation and drunkenness and loud buffoonery and the pursuit of sex and drugs and alcohol is nothing compared to the wretched need this city has for authenticity, identity, some sort of cultural branch to hang it’s monkey claws on. As with any addiction, there is never a true rock bottom, until, I suppose, the oil runs out, the electricity turns out, and we see the true faces come out of hiding behind all those masks, those egoic veneers of sanity and happiness and friendship and love and kindness that we all know are just veneers. There’s nothing genuine going on here. It’s all just a run-down copy of some life copied from TV, or from movies or books or what-have-you, chintzy and cheap in the light of the Presidency of Donald J Trump, a man who truly deserves to be President because the rich should try living a life of slavery, and now he is.

One does wonder what Putin’s end game is. Does he even know? If he does, he’s not telling, the cagey KGB bastard. Still, he’s not all bad. He wound up exposing a little bit of truth in the USA, which has not had enough of truth, although for the most part people aren’t paying attention anyway.

I read Trump’s book, “How to Think Like a Billionaire.” It’s charming, in a nauseating sort of way. He’s like a mob boss, only softer and somehow sleazier. His true voice is clipped and simple, full of folksy wisdom from his beloved father – most of which is indeed somewhat useful – and also full of emptiness and nothingness. I’ve read many “spiritual” books, but I’ve never read a book so thoroughly and completely anti-spirituality as this one, and it’s hard to explain exactly why this is so. Perhaps it’s just the endless blathering about how to deal with different types of people – how to talk to contractors, lawyers, the people who tie your shoes for you. Trump wasn’t lying – the book does provide a lot of insight into how his thinking goes. No doubt Putin thinks it is rather entertaining. Trump, like Putin, dwells in that world of people, people, people. He does no tasks, lifts no objects, labors not one bit, applies no skill other than talking and communicating with other people in such a way that they do the work and he takes the credit and they don’t know or care and everyone is made worse for it. Putin’s world is no doubt similar, but, one supposes, a bit higher level, classier, and enigmatic. After all, Putin doesn’t write books or hammer out Tweets.

The truth is that Trump is asleep, and Putin is awake, and that, as they say, makes a world of a difference. No one quite realizes it now, but at some point historians will look on our present era as the one in which the Russian Hegemony truly emerged as the victor in the Cold War, which, of course, never ended, certainly not when American history and pop culture claims it did.

And you thought I would be ranting about Santa Barbara. Well, as it turns out, Santa Barbara is an epicenter in this cosmic chess game between two superpowers, one doddering and emotionally and intellectually stunted, and the other conniving, cool, and classy. I don’t know the specifics, of course, and if I did I wouldn’t tell you.

After all, I’m nobody. I write books, but nobody reads them. I write blogs, but nobody reads them. I say things, and nobody listens. I move and act in the world, and nobody notices or cares. I’m invisible and mute, a ghost, just minding my own business, talking at cameras in the dark of night, uploading videos to Youtube that nobody watches, because the brain-dead spiritually retarded American society is asleep, uncaring, and has better and more interesting things to do.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

True freedom is freedom from fearing what other people think or say or react to me being me. And I’ve decided to be me, whoever that may be. I’ll write my unread books, fight my unsung battles, throw down Lucifer and Satan and banish them with love as only a Zen Master who loves The Lord Jesus Christ could, and work my part-time job making a starvation wage while those around me live in plenitude and luxury. No worries! Someone has to hold the line. Guess who. This guy.

Last night I did indeed gaze into a candle and wrestled with my demons, inner and outer, and emerged victorious. Again. It was glorious. Have you ever seen and heard the voice of Evil? The Tempter? The Accuser? The Deceiver? I have. You have too, only you haven’t recognized it as such.

Perhaps you think it’s just some stray thought in your brain. If you think about it at all. If you have any idea about what I’m talking about. Do you? Probably not, but perhaps. In any case it doesn’t matter, I just like to hear myself talk, which is to say to read myself write, as I read my rights and write my wrongs and read my writing and sing a new song.

It’s a bit late in the year for rain. Not much rain happened, anyway. Just a light sprinkling, enough to get the umbrellas out and the frowns flashing. No beach body displays today, alas. Such is life in Santa Barbara – a dead life, on Planet Zero.