- cross-posted to:
- collapse@lemmy.ml
I once got so involved in the occult, that I started to build a reality of perpetual dispair around myself. My worldview became at odds with the world that existed when I stepped out the front door. It was terribly lonely, and psychicly harmful. The only eventual solution for myself was to return to the Matrix, but never forget what I learned about the code.
I’m not a doomer, just a passerby browsing New. But I can empathize with those feeling this way.
Same with me, occult literature opened up many doors after having the atheist ripped out of me on shrooms.
Somehow “knowing” (well, connecting some dots, intuition, feeling, all that) that it’s all much weirder than I assumed while still being an atheist, is minimally more comforting but I’m probably still in “my dark night of the soul” days. Jung helped and still helps a lot.
And thinking that curiosity about a few old buildings in my neighbourhood that felt visually out of place would lead me to hypothesises of cyclical cataclysms, Western history being mostly lies as well as deep dives into secret societies and ancient mystic schools - it’s still boggling my mind.
Years ago I became vegan because I wanted to live healthier, opt-out of participating in animal suffering while also something against climate change (since I don’t own a car and mainly use bicycles and public transport) I was always all in on climate change and never expected to grow old anyways.
I just wish there wasn’t a compelling bunch of evidence out there in the crazier edges of the Internet that the entire lyrical concept of Hypocrisy’s Worship wasn’t actually spot on.
Peter Tagtgren is a genius!