Rant: Keep Your Zombies To Yourself

Cultural programming hijacks the dreamstate but loses the video game

Apr 17, 2023

Forests, farms, cities are eliminated in the name of saving the Earth
Oligarchs are engaged in a war on Creation, with toxic plans even for animals
Funding protestors and profiting from ‘Green’ solutions that ignore the problem
Eco movements assume religious form, apocalyptic, millenarian
Their holy transgression informed by gnostics, sabbateans and Malthusians
Cheering on polycrisis: the Apocalypse they claim to be trying to stop
Meaning is inverted; the news hidden behind fact checkers’ denials
Televised red-caped minstrels and with ghostly faces prance and scare us
Reanimated corpses, capable of movement but not of rational thought

(3,100 words or 15 minutes of your company.)

Apr 17, 2023

I don’t dream about zombies, nor dinosaurs or transformers, nor much at all for that matter. Yet you can’t shrug them off nowadays.

Popular culture ranges from cinema to television news, from brain fog to fentanyl — video clips chronicle society’s decay in real time.

Bear with me as I dream my way to a motel where I cannot check in, reach my room, or leave. Hotel California, if you will.

Dreams have common themes: the struggle to be heard, the mouth opens but no sound emerges; lost in a maze, one moment you fear for your survival, the next you are occupied in the quotidian minutiae of everyday life as it intrudes on the nightmare. At least this time I didn’t lose my trousers.

This is how our brains work. As beings we are not always rational and nor are our choices. It’s not only about intelligence or cognitive bias (which some psychologists think is a mark of efficiency), but also primal motivations like envy and fear. The thought process is just more messy, or fuzzy, than we like to admit.

We are told that the more we know about our unconscious, the better we may traverse daily life. The novelist Graham Greene kept a dream diary, later published as A World Of My Own, though I doubt his mares were so banal as mine. [1]

Between me and the destination of my apartment was the hustle and bustle of a hotel lobby as big as Central Station, with as many corridors and dead ends as that station has platforms. I was searching for the elevator; my pacing ever more frenzied.

Staff could barely hear my pleas above the noise while most of their colleagues dozed, sofas and beds spilling into corridors (reminiscent of the contrived images of hospitals during the Covid response).

Although no-one could provide directions to the lift, the hotel was designed with dozens of escalators, many of them leading to nowhere; to random outdoor spaces landscaped with potted plants. (Would this be a compact, 15-minute city?)

In the breeze a man in a chequered shirt and dungarees dropped his hat as he bent to retrieve something. There were more smoking zones than a building would ever need.

As people arrived, it became more crammed and chaotic. The clientele seemed rather colourful, burlesque even. There was all manner of people pushing and shouting, no-one sure of direction nor receiving it, businessmen in suit and fedora; characters befitting a 1930s movie. (A modern protest or Color Revolution?)

Then, the equivalent of Chekhov’s gun: a table piled with three-pronged forks, courtesy of the hotel, halfway between a barbecue tool or a fire poker, not long enough to serve as a spear — on reflection a smaller version of a Roman trident (an oblique reference to the mass or pagan Neptune?)

And then they appeared, more Comedy Central than nightmare: zombies in our midst, skin suppurating like rotten pomegranates, the ulcerated urchins rocking on spindly legs, tottering up escalators in a pastiche of the genre.

The tridents kept them at bay for long enough to escape from those roof spaces, down ladders like one sees on the side of warehouses.

One eternity later...

I reached my apartment by another route. (The fluidity of landscape once unique to dreams is now commonplace in video games. I wonder what impact such games have on dreams.)

I made my way up the stairs and was interrupted by a familiar voice: ignoring my brush with annihilation: Had I completed my work? I don’t remember the particular task but it involved producing something, a pamphlet perhaps, that was intended to have some sort of social impact. My acquaintance was clearly agitated at my delay. (That would be familiar.)

I left my suitcase by the door and walked back down the steps and into a spacious park of green lawns and plentiful trees, where adults walked in conversation and children entertained themselves. I had wandered into Georges Seurat’s A Sunday Afternoon.

The tense streets that led from the halls of depravity had been replaced by a defiant demonstration of freedom. (Victory at last, or is this life the Reservation of Brave New World?)

It was the way people held themselves, their posture and dignity counterpoised with the children’s carefree play; it was in their faces: these people enjoyed liberty and happiness by right. This was no freedom “by your leave,” a temporary exeat granted by bureaucrats.

Down home and deadly

How closely do our dreams correlate with waking thoughts? I recall my blood boiled when I heard last week that a Republican-backed resolution had lifted the coronavirus emergency in place since March 2020 — yet the PREP Act remains in force and the U.S. Department of Health & Human Services (HHS) on Apr 14 extended certain provisions until December 2024.

In the corner of some television screen there’s Bill Gates, gushing about another coming pandemic, this time India; his own physical condition channeling zombie. Let’s hope he uploads his consciousness to Microsoft Cloud soon — or perhaps, not.

The state corporate media is silent but citizen journalists — almost the only ones nowadays — report that bees are birds are being culled around the world on the pretext of mites and flu. [2]

Once upon a time the birds and bees were a euphemism for when parents felt the time was ripe to tell children about sex. Now the birds and the bees are exterminated, collateral damage of genetically modified plants and pesticides, while the only queens are in drag, assuming responsibility for teaching sex in loco parentis.

Zombies and viruses are as ubiquitous as the vampire movies of a decade ago but not just on TV.

The Centers for Disease Control has a page devoted to “zombie preparedness” which it has also produced in the form of a graphic novel — just to make sure it reaches the widest audience. [3]

And if zombies aren’t enough, there’s the spectre of Frankenstein’s monster. Colorado State University describes an antibody-based probe that works in living systems: “It’s not an antibody, it’s a frankenbody: A new tool for live-cell imaging.” [4]

Some extend the tag to mRNA gene manipulation, artificial intelligence, neuralink technology and transhumanism in general. Scientists are turning dead birds into drones — the reason, of course, to save wildlife. [5]

It would be comforting to trust those articles in The Guardian, paid for by oligarchs, in which they assure us that they are working to give us long life and healthy children, who dedicate their philanthropy to caring for animals. Yet suddenly Gates announces that livestock have faulty genetics and must be pumped full of vaccines before they end up on our table.

“The Gates foundation is… helping animals survive either by having vaccines or better genetics, helping them be more productive is making a big difference. I’ve been down in Ethiopia seeing how chickens are laying more eggs, getting more nutrition and even small savings into the household.”

Caped minstrels

The Veterinary Microbiology and Preventive Medicine Department at Iowa State University is testing an mRNA vaccine system on cows. Drug company Merck is sticking its mRNA product into pork. Its Sequivity platform is used to re-engineer pigs cells to express diseases, or antibodies thereto, including swine flu.

Moderna wants an mRNA factory on every continent. Pfizer is building out across Africa. BioNTech's BioNTainer factories will produce 50 million doses a year.

The bought and paid media says plant-based vaccines offer “what you might call the first vegan vaccine” which of course could be fed into the food supply.

So that you don’t pay too-close attention, the caped minstrels and pantomime artistes continue their climate and animal rights distraction.

In Britain “Animal Rising” activists invaded the Grand National horse race — the latest performance art to raise the pretense of caring for animals, while birds and whales are killed by wind farms, while PCR tests and flu are used to wipe out the poultry and livestock industries — the same transhuman globalists behind “save the whales” and kill the whales.

They invade horse races in a postmodern parody of the suffragette Emily Davison who threw herself in front of the king’s horse at the Epsom Derby in 1913 — 110 years ago this June 8th.

In these days of identity politics it seems fair to note that as well as a feminist and a socialist, Davison was a Christian. She was aged 40 at the time of her fatal protest.

Inverse reading

Today’s protesters glue themselves to asphalt in protest at road traffic. The pitch black of asphalt is a metaphor for their blindness to reason.

We are told that politics is polarised but a polarising filter blocks reflection and improves clarity.

If you work with celluloid film, B+W in particular, you interpret the inverse: the silver halide crystals on photographic paper that receive most light turn darkest. When printing the image, the printer dodges and burns, letting more light through where the print should be darker, and vice versa. As ever, the detail is in the grey.

We have learned to interpret the news in the same way: by reading for the inverse. The more pertinent a story, the more attention it will garner from fact checkers. A search engine will provide evidence of these stories in the negative: insisting this or that is not true.

This does not tell us which version is correct — they dodge and burn — but it might tell us what news they seek to suppress.

The Fakt Cheka round on “wind energy sceptics” for pointing out that the deaths of humpback whales has tripled since 2016, particularly in areas where there is use of sonar and drilling to plan and construct wind farms. [6]

Step back, look up and there are dozens of cases where animals and humans, and the food and energy upon which they rely, seem deliberately targeted.

From the Western sanctions on Russia that backfired, hurting the European Union far more than its “enemy,” to the EU’s assault on farmers, beginning in the Netherlands, Britain and Germany, and further afield in Sri Lanka, where policy is designed to eliminate farming based on nitrogen fertilizer. Or consider the Unlucky States of America where chemical spills and livestock processing fires, food contamination and recalls exceed the probability of coincidence.

We are schooled to think this is a fight of animal lovers against the uncaring; that only environmentalists keep the environment in mind.

Some of us clung to the comforting thought that, although they might be a little extreme, at least they were doing something on our behalf, even it it was a bit barmy to glue their hands to the road, obstructing the traffic, and clowning around in red gowns and spooky white faces.

Yet the past three years have shown us that this is no innocent love of animals and mother Earth. We should have spotted it earlier. The clue was not hard to find. The same people finance both sides of the argument.

The same people who fund the ecologists and animal rights movement profit from wind farms, bio fuels and the burning of forests (and if the wood’s still damp they throw in car tires) calling it biomass and sustainable energy. [7]

The same people who want to close down farming, “re-wild” the land, want to move humans into 15-minute cities, push toxic drugs and, having seen the harm mRNA does to humans, are now pumping it into animals.

The same big tech and big finance who fund the transgender movement and promote it to children through drag story hour; profit from genital mutilation of children. While civil rights took centuries to achieve against entrenched legal and corporate interests, the transgender phenomenon came out of nowhere.

Jennifer Bilek recounts how in less than 10 years a tranhumanist niche was mainstreamed by top legal firms like Dentons, Open Society Foundation, big tech, corporations, and especially pharma and medicine.

Bilek says follow the money: just as the profits from AIDS were dwindling, LGB organisations redirected their efforts towards trans everything. [8]

These are the same people who pushed the Covid shots to pregnant women and mothers with newborns — even though Pfizer’s trial data showed lethal harm to mothers, their newborns and breast-feeding babies.

Google and Bing devote page after page to denouncing “lactivism” and fact checking damage to mothers and babies — you might even suspect that behind such denial there may be a story. After clicking through 10 pages of search results you might find Penny Butler or Naomi Wolf’s What your doctor won’t tell you about the Pfizer docs. [9]

Warning lights have been flashing since the shots were rolled out two years ago. [10]

Some have noted this reversal of intent: how the green-sane asylum appears to cheer on its own destruction, or at least wishes annihilation upon everyone else.

There is a quasi-religious aspect which Michael Shellenberger has called millenarian, in the sense of apocalyptic religious movements. Millenarianism is the anticipation of a cataclysm preceding the arrival of a messiah or Utopia. Today’s extinctionists borrow from the Gnostics the idea that the Earth is imperfect and that God sent his Son to try to fix it; from Sabbatean Frankists the conviction that they must transgress religious and social norms to find true holiness; from the Malthusians who found another way of asserting that creation was flawed — and have for the past 200 years predicted mass starvation if not the collapse of civilisation.

“In the 1960s they go, ‘hundreds of millions of people will die,’ that was the prediction. Who cares: so they’re wrong with prediction. That’s not what’s going on. They say hundreds of millions of people will die so therefore they should stop using fertilizer now. So they end up creating the crises that they say they are warning against.” [11]

Seen and unseen

A theatre director knows, as does a speech writer or a lighting engineer, a chemist, a petrochemical cracker, or an inventor of the PCR test, that you can throw the spotlight on anything, rendering the rest in the dark: “With PCR, if you do it well, you can find almost anything in anybody,” said Kary Mullis, Nobel prize winner for the PCR test. [12]

Still, many people cannot or will not see.

Until the Enlightenment, the people understood the concept of all that is seen and unseen, the latter belonging to the metaphysical, the religious and the occult (simply meaning that which is not visible to the eye). After the Enlightenment the people were increasingly driven into specialized labour while a ruling elite retained to itself the “unity of knowledge.”

The elite of the Enlightenment worked hard to kick away the ladders and keep the populace in their place. Despite the public perception, there was no one-way road to reason, writes David Riggs in The World of Christopher Marlowe. [13]

“Before the Reformation, cathedral schools were an avenue of social mobility for poor boys. Cardinal Wolsey, who became the second richest man in England while in the service of King Henry VIII, was the son of a butcher. After the Reformation, however, the interests of the Church of England merged with those of the hierarchical nation state. The dissenting commissioners told Archbishop Cranmer that ‘it was meet [fitting] for the ploughman’s son to go to plough, and the artificer’s son to apply the trade of his parent’s vocation,’ while ‘gentleman’s children are meet to have the knowledge of government and rule in the commonwealth’.”

Even at university level “the study of humanities was a feature of liberal education before the splintering effect of specialization destroyed the vision of the unity of all knowledge” (Thoughts on University Education, by Sunderrao Ramrao Dongerkery).

If the mass of people have been left half blind, that is not their fault.

“We want one class of persons to have a liberal education, and we want another class of persons, a very much larger class of necessity in every society, to forgo the privilege of a liberal education and fit themselves to perform specific difficult manual tasks.” — president Woodrow Wilson

The ruling class never abandoned the complete sphere of knowledge. They just constrained the rest of us and introduced the concept of specialization. Education was narrowed to the needs of the job. This has led in modern society to alienation, to workplace dissatisfaction, to what David Graeber identified as the predominance of Bullshit Jobs.

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This is much bigger than a grassroots environmental movement. It gives every sign that the powerful forces who back it would be happy to wipe everyone off the face of the Earth and start over.

We witness a strange interweaving of life and death. It might even be welcome, for it is preferable to the denial of death which leads humans to mental gymnastics and distress. But governments did not suddenly “get religion.” The FBI as I write has been caught infiltrating Catholic churches and perhaps placing agents provocateur. [14]

What a novel we might have if Graham Greene were still with us.

It is clear that we face an onslaught by cultists who are anti-Christian, anti-human and not even friendly to four-legg’ed beasts — they seem to want to poison the Earth until it is barren.

“We will become gods,” says the World Economic Forum’s pocket philosopher Yuval Harari. They must believe in God to act with such revulsion. Since we know they cannot succeed they’ll do the next-worst thing which is to try to destroy Creation. Is that not what we witness?

The zombie, a reanimated corpse, capable of movement but not of rational thought, stumbles out of the think tanks, the public health institutions, the corporations, Hollywood, the video games industry, the state corporate media, and via social networks, out of the phone or computer and into our subconscious.