Welcome to Ascension

Welcome to Ascension

First Cycle

Welcome to Ascension: First Cycle is a novella about Guy, who wakes up one day aboard a space station with no memory of his previous life, no clue how he got there, and nobody but an A.I. named Daisy to keep him company. His day job is to scrub metal panel 28-B in Meat Fabricator Hub no. 2, defend the station from space pirates, and save the universe from a horde of demons.

Welcome to Ascension

Second Cycle

Welcome to Ascension: Second Cycle is a novel about Guy, newest crew member in the fleet of Cap’n Timothy Bigbeard and his band of space pirates. Danger stalks the corridors of Ascension Station as the crew is infiltrated by an evil shade. Can a lowly meat fabricator and an A.I. named Daisy survive pirate battles and demonic attacks?

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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.

Meat Means Murder

“Meat” is murder. That is what it means. I worked in a butcher shop, until one day I couldn’t. I finally understand now. There is a good, loving God who is the Lord Jesus Christ, and then there’s the others. You know, the others? The ones who kill and rape and mutilate and torture. God did create us all, with our free will. And what, my God asks, did you do with this free will? Did you look inside and find out the Truth? Did you recognize that your brothers and sisters are not food? Did you look upon their flesh when it was living, a living, thriving, vital organism in a carefully calibrated ecosystem? And when you saw the menu, did you miss the connection? Did you ingest and chew and savor it, dining with your friends and family, not thinking at all about the origin of the cuisine? Did you repent? Did you ever expand your consciousness to include your own body, and the other bodies? Did you weep and wail, and gnash your teeth? Yes I did. And my heart is calm now because I know the lion will lay down with the lamb. For I am that lion. And I am that lamb. It might seem strange, it might be spooky to see, a sudden mass realization of the truth of what we had done, and the genuine desire for repenting, forgiving, loving. But there will be a great silence in heaven. Where are the hells? Hell is where you were. You might recognize them. Slaughterhouses. Imagine, if you will, the sheer terror and horror and fear and rage and panic, panic, panic, as the machines come for you. Machines or men or gods, it makes no difference what they are, one way or another it always ends unhappily: death. And birth. Generation after generation, the pseudo-creators perpetuate a cycle of hopelessness and terror. And you have lived through it. Greed and avarice and apathy propelled you through it, every time, and lust and wrath and hate and thoughtlessness nurtured your psychopathic desires and – oh, look, here’s a McNugget. I’ve eaten countless pounds of McNuggets, and I can say with certainty that I could not harm a chicken, or bird of any sort. For there but the grace of God go I. And I am not one to be eaten. I am made for better destinies. Blessed is our true Creator, for the Truth shall set us all free.

Review of “The Grandmaster”

The GrandmasterThe Grandmaster by Peter A. Balaskas
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

THE GRANDMASTER is a gripping little page-turner about a Jewish prisoner in a concentration camp with mental superpowers, and his struggle against a Nazi commander who also has them.

It’s written in the first-person point of view in the form of a diary written long after the war, and at first I thought it was going to go in one direction that it completely did not go into. The main character is in charge of an institute for research and development of psychic powers, and seemed a little bit deranged, so I thought the story would be about how Everything Goes Wrong there, but all the drama takes place in World War II.

Among the many subjects the tale touches are chess, dreams, fears, hopes, good and evil, right and wrong, spirituality and faith. It’s also fascinating to watch the Nazi mindset in action, and how delusional it truly is, able to turn any fact or truth and warp it to suit an ideology of evil pride and lack of compassion.

This is a really good book and I got it for one dollar at a thrift store. Well worth the price, it took me less than a day to finish even though I read carefully, savoring each entry in the main character’s struggles. I recommend this book to anybody and look forward to reading more by Peter A. Balaskas in the future if I get the opportunity.

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Review of “TRUMP Think Like a Billionaire – Everything You Need to Know About Success, Real Estate, and Life”

Trump: Think Like a Billionaire: Everything You Need to Know About Success, Real Estate, and LifeTrump: Think Like a Billionaire: Everything You Need to Know About Success, Real Estate, and Life by Donald J. Trump
My rating: 1 of 5 stars

I bought this book at the Goodwill in order to prevent anyone else from having to read it.

Honestly, I expected to hate and detest this book, and was disconcerted to find myself enjoying it within the first few minutes. It’s a quick read, as the chapters are short, the sentences are short, and the words are short, very much like Donald Trump’s penis.

I admit that was a low blow, but one has to understand that this man is the quintessential ego out of control, the anti-spirituality, anti-God, anti-humanity, anti-love abomination that befouls the Earth and is collectively responsible for all evils and falsehoods that exist. So I’m at liberty to make a penis joke here and there at his expense. It’s okay – I don’t think his ego will be too bruised, don’t worry.

There are some positive aspects of this book. If you’re looking to buy or rent an apartment, bedroom, house or hotel room, there’s useful information. If you want to know how to deal with various types of professionals (or how not to) such as contractors, lawyers, bellhops, etc – then there are some vaguely useful pieces of advice. Trump does have a lot of experience in interacting with the many types of people who actually do the work of running the world and propping up his enormous ego, since if he did not, he would actually have to learn a valuable skill himself, like how to tie his own shoelaces.

In addition, there’s a treasure trove of insight into the nooks and crannies (more crannies than nooks) of Donald J Trump’s thought-processes. I am certain that Mr Putin would agree, which is why Trump, not Clinton or Bernie is currently the President of the United States of America.

However, as the book approached the midpoint, his ego ran out of steam and focus, and he switched subjects abruptly to retelling the story of his adventures with Saturday Night Live in the good old days before he hated it for skewering his ego in the final season of the final campaign for the Presidency. The boredom and inauthenticity he displayed in pretending to be appreciative of Lorne Michaels, etc (or of any other human being) was contagious and I found myself struggling to stay awake through the remainder of this poorly-written piece of propaganda.

The method of storytelling is reminiscent of how movies portray mob bosses when they talk about themselves in an attempt to make themselves sound good. If this kind of writing had a smell, it would smell like casinos, cash, cigars, cocaine, and sweat. Even though Trump says he doesn’t smoke cigars, and I believe it, the cigars come with the cufflinks and the limousines. These props are absolutely necessary for those who want to play the type of role that Trump has played his whole life. Fools need their caps just as much as kings need their crowns.

The idea that this man or anyone like him is considered one of the successes of America is a deeply shameful and nauseating concept. Truly it was written: “One cannot serve both God and money.” And Trump, like so many other people, has made his choice – and it shows in the quality of his behavior, his character, his “thinking,” his speaking, his policies, his opinions, his Tweets, his criminal activities, and in all other aspects of his bloated egoic self.

Like anyone who considers themselves an alpha male, Donald J. Trump is the quintessential beta male, and if it weren’t the case he wouldn’t spend so much of his time trying to get back at his detractors like a vain, petty, spoiled brat of a prince. If it weren’t the case, the word “TRUMP” would not be writ so large, so in-your-face, as if it’s somehow intimidating to other males if the text size is sufficient relative to the page. This quasi-conscious male posturing is symptomatic of the patriarchic rape culture that glorifies men like Trump and his doting fanboys and poisons all goodness and decency in true masculinity in this country and in the world. He is a gorilla in a clown suit, and he can’t even write his own books – one can only imagine the awkward and shameful process of him dictating this garbage to Meredith McIver, who, one can only suppose, did the typing, the ego-stroking, the editing, and any other actual work involved in the production of this “book.”

Overall, I would not recommend that anyone else read this book unless they want the sort of insights into how Hell thinks or what it’s all about that I do.

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Review of “Spiritual Warfare” by Jed McKenna

Spiritual WarfareSpiritual Warfare by Jed McKenna
My rating: 1 of 5 stars

It’s unfortunate to say but it must be said: few are so hopelessly blind as those who think they truly see. The whole enlightenment routine is fun, and it sure is a hell of a trip to be superior to the unawakened masses of children who don’t see the truth because they haven’t transcended their egos, but few are those who continue further, or rather take a step backward and actually land on something solid and true. In this book, Jed, or the fictionalized version of himself at any rate, has evolved beyond the need of God because he is an ubermensch. Integrating yourself is therapeutic but doesn’t make you better than anyone, and he thinks he knows this but acts and writes as if he does not. Like the blind leading the blind off a cliff, he helps other people with their mid-life crises to become as fashionably cynical and jaded and miserable as he is while hypocritically displaying every single one of the traits of the faux-spiritual New Age woo-woo he loves to throw spears at. Man with followers, man who is important, leader of community man, guiding others into some meaningful new state – and where’s the proof, why, it’s in the fact that he’s so edgy, man. He’s gritty and real and authentic and dark. Good and evil are, like, totally the same! There is no God! Look at me! I did it, I looked with my real eyes and found out that religion is bullshit, so I concluded that God, too, is bullshit, just like everyone else who was raised in the quasi-religious Western Culture and had to come to the unfortunate discovery that there was, in fact, no Tooth Fairy or Santa Claus, and obviously, no God either.

Rejecting the beliefs of the forefathers is a rite of passage, though, as is making money and fame in the big world of business and social media. So it’s perfectly understandable why an ego called Jed McKenna would still think it doesn’t exist while it feeds compulsively, growing ever larger and fatted and vain. The thought isn’t consciously stated or claimed anywhere, but we all know it’s lurking about, accepted, loved, adored – “I am God.”

But few indeed cherish humility. Narrow is the road. There is a God, and you are not it, but few dare exercise that withered muscle called faith. It doesn’t look cool, somehow. Love, beauty, true Divinity – all of that is just crap, so sayeth the ego-based negative state which is the dominant condition on this planet. It can’t be so simple, so trite, so boring, that there actually was and is a real, true God, whose New Name and Nature is The Lord Jesus Christ. Those words trigger the “religion is lame” ego complex, which revolts and rebels childishly against the system of control and manipulation and frankly evil that we call religion. It is good to reject religion, as it happens, but throwing baby jesus out with the bath water is a mistake that results, apparently, in books as bitter, cynical, and as foolishly intelligent as this one.

Perhaps that’s just how some people are, that’s just their role as an example of how not to be.

Good and evil are not the same. Those who don’t know this haven’t had enough evil yet. Like addicts, they need more still. Some things can indeed be known through direct Revelation, or simply just by reading The New Revelation (for example). But many writers make the mistake of not reading enough, or worse, reading from the position of ego to fill ego needs and support belief structures that are fundamentally unappealing, unworthy, unhappy and nonsensical.

To look into the spiritual world and see that Consciousness is Reality is a profound realization that indeed Jed ought to be proud of. But the glory of a transcendent God and the divine bliss and beauty and love and joy and comfort and strength and knowledge and understanding and wisdom that comes from Him/Her escapes him if he stops seeking, and he apparently has, content to peddle his wares and be where he is at and attend to his flock of gulls buying spiritual sedatives to pamper pride. Always the underlying assumption of superiority, so hidden it’s unbelievable.

Death, oblivion, meaninglessness. There is a spiritual war going on, but Jed has chosen the wrong side. And his flippant and jaded and cynical and hipster put-downs of concepts like love and beauty and goodness are funny because they are actually genuine darkness and evil. Despite all reason, the crowds shouted, “Crucify him!” And Jed is merely one more member of the crowd, making a buck, reveling in ignorance and foolishness and wickedness. Everything equals everything! Rape and ice cream are morally equivalent! There is no God! Do whatever you want, hooray! Be miserable! Lie!

But that free will is a most cherished gift from God. Did Jed create himself? How far does the solipsism and nihilism go? Does he really value himself more than others? I suppose that’s not for me to judge. None of this is. I’m just someone whose faith survived the negative state propaganda that this book is riddled with. If I wasn’t, I myself would presently be dead and unable to write reviews of this book, although I would still exist, thankfully off of this bloody stage. And I realize, of course, that these words will have little to no meaning for many if not most people who appreciate this book – quite the contrary, I’ll be a madman, sick, delusional, insane, to be pitied maybe, intellectually stunted, weak, irrational, and so forth.

The same way I looked at theists. When I was 7 years old.

Overall, I enjoyed the experience of finishing this book, in the same general way that I enjoy coughing up phlegm and getting it out of my system. One does what one has to do on this planet of money-grubbers and spreaders of bullshit and peddlers of slander and lies and evil. Still, surrender is the best way to achieve victory – on this, everyone can agree, except for those still fighting.

I look forward to the Theory of Everything. Everyone needs one of those.

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