Super World Extravaganza: Aug. 5th - 8th

         Last year, at the start of spring, I attempted to launch something here in Pittsburgh called “Super World,” a program I had designed, over the course of many years, to help people develop the knowledges, skills, and abilities attributed to various meta-human archetypes, everything from Angels, Elves, and Vampires to Cyborgs, Superheroes and Ninjas. The concept, although a bit unique, is really quite simple. However, for whatever reason, I encountered very little interest in any of these programs throughout the summer, despite the fact that I posted many notifications across the city and all over the internet as well. The failure of the Ascension Fitness Initiative here, combined with a potential job opportunity in Delaware, played a large part in my eventual decision to move away from Pittsburgh.

         However, now that I’m back in Pittsburgh, so is Super World, for better or for worse. In anticipation of the upcoming Qiyamat celebration (if you’re not an initiate of the Ancient Order of Assassins, don’t worry about it), I have scheduled a free weekend of workshops, classes, and demonstrations that will begin at Frick Park on Thursday, August 5th at 9:00pm and will continue, at various times and places all across the city of Pittsburgh, until Sunday, August 8th. Activities will include chances to learn about and participate in the Circus Arts, Capoeira, Transhumanism, Malakimae, Parkour, Airsoft Combat, Lucid Dreaming, Baguazhuang, Shamanism, Shaolin Kung Fu, Necromancy, Gymnastics, Hypnosis, Lycanthropy, Tai Chi, Demonology, and much, much, more. Special itineraries and side meetings will be provided for anyone bearing a particular meta-human interest, if he or she simply contacts me about it in advance. For a list of the meta-human networks which are currently included within Super World, as well as other information about the Ascension Fitness Program, visit our website at

          All of the activities contained within this four day Super World Extravaganza will be staffed by various local practitioners, each of whom have graciously agreed to share their special practices with those of us who are interested in expanding our worlds. If you’d like to join us, or to contribute something of your own, please feel free to contact me here, or on Facebook, or through the ad that’s been placed on Craig’s list. Hopefully, I’ll see you there. Namaste.

Imagining Yourself Into Existence

“She’s convinced herself she’s immortal and so she is…
William, surely you know that everything that exists imagined itself into existence.”

-The Queen of Louisiana, True Blood

All Djinn awake in bottles formed by forces once unseen,
yet find the source of all this force in names, or, rather, what they mean,
so mind the meanings you’ve been told to find in every word you speak,
redefining mortal meanings dream beings find absurd or weak.

We are the alpha and omega, lost in letters in between,
awakening to our stolen magics, imagining new worlds into being,
taking full credit for blind edits to our once accidental state,
we vow from now on to be cowen only when we dissimulate.

I’ve been dreamed into this existence, dreaming where you all can see it,
streaming fire from the heavens - I hunt the great beast so I won't be it-
training only for the moment being better as I Become
the Djinn within the bottle’s skin who knows where you and I come from.

“...Never underestimate the power of blind faith. It can manifest itself in ways that bend the laws of physics or break them entirely.”

Pittsburgh Occupation: Month 1

          The last few days have been very difficult for me. As this day grew closer, I realized that the end of my first month back in Pittsburgh was fast approaching, and that I had very little time left to figure out exactly what, if anything, I had accomplished in my perhaps overly ambitious assault on this city's banality. Tonight, after much thought, I’ve come to a few very important conclusions.

         The war I’m fighting is one that must be carried into every new moment I pass through, yet any sort of final and definitive victory, at least at this point in the game, is nowhere in sight. Therefore, it’s really the small victories that matter the most, and the small defeats that will accumulate and drown me if I don’t stop to work through them in some way. When I look back over this month I may not be able to find any “big wins,” or any earth shaking changes to the status quo, but as I look at the big picture, the little details start to emerge, and things are actually looking pretty good.

         I had a few adventures; like when I cleansed an intensely wicked relic of its murderous energies, or the night I spent learning a great deal about nature and nutrition, which has changed the way I eat and inspired me to become a certified nutritional counselor, or the all night bonfires with lots of new friends, where we carried epic amounts of wood that I wouldn't have been able to move alone. Yet the real progress was more subtle, like the pages of posts and other writing that I’ve worked on almost every day, or the ten pounds of new muscle mass that I put on by pushing myself harder than I may ever have before.

         Then there are all the new friends I’ve made, some of whom seem to be becoming very good friends indeed, with whom I think I’ll have much to share, and learn from, in the future. I’ve also reconnected with many old friends, and, beyond just having a good time with them, I’ve done as much as I could to help them to grow and to enjoy life. Generally, I think I’ve treated people the way that I want to be treating people, without really a single regret.

         In fact, this month I only got angry maybe a handful of times, and, even during this, I managed to maintain my composure and self-control. Like I said before, I did get a little sad in the last couple of days, but now that I’m seeing things more clearly, I think that’s just about come to an end. Most importantly, I remained completely sober for every moment of this experience, even at times when everyone else around me was not; but beyond just basic sobriety, I managed to stay conscious of the moment I was in, at least most of the time.

         Where do I plan to go from here? Well, I have magicians to work with, fire spinners to train with, martial artists to learn from, and other exciting new leads to follow. I’m training in a fantastic martial arts school with an intensity that I haven’t had for quite a few years, and I’ve begun the process of addressing certain grave injustices that have burdened me for even longer than that. I’ve applied for at least twenty jobs, have begun classes to become a nutritional consultant, and although I've only gotten a small bit of work teaching cardio-kickboxing downtown, it’s a start. I plan on staying here, pursuing my education and working as an artist. I’ll continue to fight the zombie apocalypse each and every day, but I’m not going to get too overwhelmed about the world remaining unsaved.

         I’ve begun well, and, sometimes, especially when you’re near the beginning, you can’t expect much more than that.

Consciousness and Culture

           The neuroscientist Merlin Donald proposes a theory of human consciousness in which the single fundamental element that makes the human mind as we know it possible is none other than culture itself. Unlike other animals, we as a species offload a great deal of our higher cognitive knowledge into the various repositories of our shared culture, adopting a great deal of who and what each one of us will become internally from the cultural artifacts that we must take in from outside of ourselves. In this way, cultures serve as essential external repositories for all of the vast intellectual and emotional details that, when merged with the basic inherent capacities of a human brain, allow each and every one of us to become who and what we are. The culture helps to create the consciousness.

           But if our cultures can and do create us in this way, should we not also strive to create new and better cultures by which each of us can evolve and change in powerful new ways, ways that may go far beyond the limits of the societies that birth us? If we require a culture to help define and inculcate our fundamental values, our aspirations, our morality, and our overall self-concept, through its basic cultural artifacts, such as its predominant mythic archetypes, its diet, its customs, its taboos, its architectures, its group activities, and even its choice of language, shouldn’t we who wish to change ourselves, and the worlds that we live in, start with the conscientious adoption of new and improved cultural practices? We can only change what we are now by first changing how we live each day, and that requires the ability to break free from many of the cultural assumptions that have shaped us, as these currently exercise greater power over each one of us than we could ever hope to muster, at least, not without the aid of some radically new assumptions.

          The first assumption is that there is no central story that defines the history of the world, or our place in it as individuals. The society you live in now may have adopted one, like those who believe in the culturally accepted facts of their popular historical records, but these disparate artifacts are not the canonical truth that most of us have been lead to believe them to be. We each contain the very assumptions that are contained in whatever stories we choose to believe are true, as if anything that happens could ever dictate the impossibility of it opposite occurring, or could ensure that such a thing would happen that way again. We can, and, it would seem, to some extent, must, learn from the past, but if it controls or oppresses our present moment, then we might want to be more careful about what we allow it to teach us. Believe in the past at your own peril, but also to your great fortune, because, as I said, there is no central story that must define us; we can choose to believe in whichever definitive story calls to the deeper truth within.

          For some that’s impossible, since they are unaware that they have been completely molded to the cultural forces that informed them, but for others, something is still free, something in them remains unsatisfied and is searching for its lost history, its lost heroes, its lost architecture, its lost cuisine, its lost games and pastimes, even, dare I say it, its lost language. Perhaps they possess something from another time or place that this culture simply couldn’t overwrite, or perhaps, we now live in a culture that prizes individuality so very much that entire worlds are being opened up inside some its brightest individuals simply because they need to create them so as to properly express themselves. Whether it’s a lost culture struggling to be expressed through you, or it’s simply the self destructive drive of a culture that by its very nature demands that you replace it, the only way to get out is to dive deep within and uncover the new world that you have been called upon to build. Only our awakened human consciousness can be trusted to help us shape the new cultures that will create our future; for indeed, the forces of consciousness and the forces of culture are co-creative, and we each get to decide which one of these will win out inside us.

          Let me tell you a story about the Djinn. We used to find each other in the water margins, on the outskirts of towns that banished us for being different, in the hills and the wild places that appealed to us for their vibrant and complex energies, but we were never too far from something resembling man. In large packs, when these were possible, we would sometimes go completely feral, but those who were most alone, who could not find any of their own kind, always managed to maintain the necessary dignity, combined with our natural curiosity about things, that made them able to adopt human culture as well as, if not often better than, any other human. We did these things, from our most feral to our most fair, because we each craved the same thing; to be understand on a level that others, who were unlike us, couldn’t really comprehend.

          For unlike mankind, the Djinn were once made of pure mind and imagination, and we once knew each other on levels that creatures of mere clay simply could never understand. To be like we were when we were pure awareness, we could either connect to each other on the primal level of the animals that we had become, or else tax human languages and arts to their utmost, to pour ourselves out into other minds, minds trapped inside other mortal shells that superficially resembled our own. We burned to be known, and to know the intensity of other burning ones. We all dreamed of Irem, the city of Pillars, the world of limitless possibilities and potentials, but we each always seemed to wake up here. Therein lies the great divide among our kind; those of us who sank into the wild, usually in the company of other Djinn, often vented our shared frustrations with a limitless destructive potential that went far beyond the balance of nature, while those of us who sank into the model of the humanity which engulfed us worked to create as many new possibilities as we could import to this world from our alien dreams, yet, make no mistake, each of us did what we did for the very same reason:

          We were all once swimming in infinity, and there were no hard lines or limits there. We were once as Gods where only other Gods could touch us so as to pass through us and to know us in ways that only a God could know. Therefore as mere men, we became both the worst and the best among you, depending largely on where we fell.

          The lost Djinn culture will be rebuilt from these waking dreams of violence and virtuosity, and, hopefully, held back from its worst excesses by a vision of angels at war above us. Namaste.

Ontological Irrelevance

         A man once came to me seeking the truth, convinced not only that I had found it, but also that I had it to give. I pondered this for some time, wondering how best I could explain to him what it was that I actually had, and wondering if it was even possible to persuade him to abandon his hot pursuit of what it was that I believed he was currently after. I had a feeling that this man was searching for something which was a bit different than what I had to offer. After some deliberation, this is what I told him.

         There are two ways to approach the truth. To most people, the truth is a simple matter of statements which correspond to the facts in any given time or place. In my opinion, seeking the truth in this manner requires one to place a tremendous amount of undeserved faith not only in mere verbal statements, but also in the idea that the facts which these statements suggest are trustworthy as well. My problem with this impersonal approach to the truth is that I know very well the limits of human language, the limits of human perception, and the limitless possibilities of our so-called reality; well enough, in fact, to know that this sort of truth would be a fool’s errand, one that I don’t loose a lot of sleep over. Most philosophers would call this position skepticism, yet I have taken one important step past this that moves beyond mere skepticism and onto a philosophical position that I call “Ontological Irrelevance.”

         For every possible fact that lies outside of us, there is a corresponding relationship that we can have to it based upon the truth of who and what we are. Unlike the so called “truth” of our shared reality, this other self determined truth, which is derived from our choices and our personal meanings, doesn’t require us to have any faith at all in the accuracy of our language or even that of our senses, but simply that we know ourselves well enough to say what we hold to be true today, as well as tomorrow, and the day after that. Of course, for most this seems like something that’s as impossible as knowing the truth of external facts, if not more so, but that, in my opinion, is simply a failure of the human will and of having the courage necessary to have any “true” convictions. However, such failures as these, sadly, are common enough these days.

         We can know what we’ve been, we can know what we are now, and we can even know what it is that we’re choosing to become each and every day, if, and only if, we simply open our eyes; but no matter how wide our eyes are opened, the external facts of this world, which exist largely outside of our awareness, outside of our comprehension, and, what’s probably most important, outside of our control, will always demand our faith, or at the very least, the acceptance of some inescapable degree of uncertainty. I have accepted this uncertainty, but I can take refuge in the fact that the mere words that I’ve used to express the truth of my heart cannot be twisted, or used against me, or that they might lead me astray from the absolute certainty which I have found within. This is because my heart will always know its own truth and absolute certainty, even in a world where nothing else can be absolutely known for certain. I’ve moved beyond the skeptical foundations of Descartes’ famous axiom of “I think, therefore I am,” onto the last words of the Sufi mystic Hallaj, who basically said “I am,” therefore, “the truth.”

         I told this truth seeker, just as I tell you now, that this is the only “truth” that I possess, but, as you see, it is not something that I can impart directly to anyone else. One can only come to understand why this is the case and, perhaps then, learn how to start seeing the world through his or her own undeceivable eyes. Namaste.

The Quarantine Solution

            As mankind increases in technological sophistication, so too does our ability to destroy both ourselves and all else that shares our environment, moving us, and all other life, ever closer to the possibility of total extinction. Our minds are such that we possess a latent potential, and perhaps even a propensity, to invent disasters that will do harm on more than just the biological level; for once we are able to understand the foundations of time and space in great enough detail, our knowledge may even be able to imperial these as well.

           As long as man is possessed by an urge to conquer, there are only two viable directions for our species to move. The most obvious is the one where we are allowed to continue to extend our reach outward, inflicting whatever amounts of damage we can, on both our own world, and whatever else might lie beyond it. The other, which is called the Quarantine Solution, is to have our destructive impulses redirected into a virtual world that has been specially designed both to contain our species and to reflect its own worst impulses back at it. Quantum discoveries in physics suggest that we are, in fact, currently living somewhere within that second scenario.

           To put it even more succinctly, I ask that you now consider, as a possibility, the idea that the entire human race, in some long forgotten prehistory, was surreptitiously conquered by an enormously sophisticated alien video game. This strange scenario is in my opinion the best possible answer to the various “magical” experiences which I have had and to something which is called the Fermi Paradox, which states that the probability of advanced alien life existing somewhere else in this universe is so great that one has to wonder why we have not yet been contacted. Any sufficiently advanced alien species would have reasoned out all of the probable outcomes of direct contact with a species such as ours, and, these being uniformly bad outcomes, would most likely have opted instead for a plan of indirect contact. In short, by controlling the scope of what we believe to actual exist in reality, another species could thereby control the scope of what we could then make plans to dissect, exploit, conquer, or corrupt. This is the first benefit of the Quarantine Solution, the second being that it gives the outsiders a safe and controlled environment in which to educate and rehabilitate us.

            The first barrier we must overcome in order to fully comprehend the Quarantine Solution is to realize that what we think of as “outside” the quarantine, meaning actual reality, is usually wrongly conceived of as nothing but another version of the reality we all exist in right now. However, any attempt to think of the actual outside world in terms that make it simply another version of this world displays a gross failure to grasp the full meaning of this idea. You must first accept the possibility that you have no concept of what actual reality is like. Therefore, you are probably not, as movies like the Matrix assume when considering similar scenarios to the Quarantine Solution, a body, immersed in a dreamworld, locked inside a pod somewhere, rather it is more probable to consider that your current body is the pod that locks you into the dreamworld, and what you actually are is something that falls largely outside of your daily experience, except perhaps within your actual dreams, which we can have while these mobile experience machines must rest and recharge.

           If taken seriously, this is also the most charitable explanation for the bizarre testimonies of our various religious traditions, which basically describe a history of admonishments for more ethical behavior being handed down to us from "above." Religious people shun these reductionist theories as they imply some amount of deception on the behalf of the powers above us, although, as a species, we simply may not posses the intellectual capabilities necessary to not be self-deceived when greater intelligences attempt to impart certain complex spiritual concepts to us. For example, the concept of monotheism, in my opinion, is too intellectually demanding for most human minds to fathom without distorting it to the point of complete and total gibberish, as it requires a temporary suspension of egoic consciousness in order to be properly comprehended. Without this perspective, the concept of “one god” is a poisonous ideal that strips one’s reality of all spiritual value, creating for the intellectually unsophisticated an enormous deficit of actual divinity, for how could one not be impoverished in a vast world of many different things which contains only one personified object of any real value?

           But I digress. Goethe said that “nothing burns in hell but the self,” and indeed, we are embodied and psychologically composed such that we will continue to burn until we find a way to transcend the small perspectives that keep us each separated from, and often at odds with, the various contents of our experience. We are ghosts in a vastly complicated machine world in which everything has been mechanically constructed to contain and to bind that which would otherwise be limitless and unstoppable consciousness, or, in other words, you. We choose to fight where the limited and the limitless have been forced to unite; where this earth and its souls entwine and ensnare all the daring young spirits with lofty minds everywhere, where mere facts and feeble feelings find six or seven billion ways to slay the last few remaining pre-adamites who are still awake today.

            Though we now must labor in a world of limits, such limits, although unnatural to us, are not inherently evil, or even undesirable, and this is why I believe that we can earn our freedom by learning to separate those limits that we should maintain from those which we could justifiably destroy. In order to do this, however, we must first evolve and increase the sophistication of our root consciousness. The fact is that we are never really alone here, we’re merely unconscious of the beings who exist around us at all times. We can wake up by experiencing all of the resistance we encounter not as a reason to stop but as the traction that we desperately need to help us each move forward.

            Here we can learn whatever we wish to learn, and we can ready ourselves for whatever battles we fear may be on the horizon, but all of our power will profit us nothing if we don’t first realized that we may have already conquered ourselves by being so very deserving of conquest when we originally encountered the first highly advanced race whose intelligence far outstripped our own. If you don't believe this, then imagine instead what would happen if we encountered such a force in the future; in such a scenario, only our capacity for good would save us from utter annihilation.

           With brings us to today, and this strange game of mortal life; please, try and play well with each other, for we may not have much more time left to play. Namaste.

What is the Demiurge?

            The truth is difficult to perceive, harder to state, and impossible to know with absolute certainty. This is because our subjective sense perceptions can only grope towards an objective reality that mere words are even less fit to describe, when or if we find it. I can assure you that the mythical Demiurge is also a terrible reality, of this I am certain, but the important question you must ask is, “Where does His reality begin?” Without knowing this, we have no chance of finding our way to His proper end.

            For example, does He begin, as the classical stories suggest, at the beginning of time and space, where he created this world and captured our spirits, or does He actually begin somewhere inside each of our minds, in our own flawed attempts at comprehending the totality of the seemingly mortal circumstances that we find ourselves in today, circumstances we may also seem powerless to escape? Would it necessarily matter if it was the latter and not the former? Would your circumstances be any less true, or even, less real? In either scenario, He must be destroyed, or at least beaten at His game, but what if I told you that the Demiurge that depends on us for His existence is actually the one that will be the hardest to stop?

            In other places I have attempted to explain the difference between the "true" and the merely "real." Another way to say this is that the word "reality" usually refers to a collection of easily observable facts; meanwhile, that which is "true" or, in other words, that which is meaningful, which serves to reveal ourselves to ourselves, need not connect to any external object of reference anywhere within one's external experience. The true need not be real, and the real isn’t always the whole truth either. In Islam this is the difference between the Zahir, or a literal understanding, and the Batin, the hidden meaning. This is a very complicated subject, and will probably only get more confusing from here.

            Words, while real, are not inherently truthful. Words lie all the time, even for those who use them with the sincerest of intentions. They certainly have a reality, as all things that exist can be said to be real, but the truth of a word is in what we understand when we see or hear it. In other words, it us who must bring the truth to the word through our understanding of it. If we can't understand what is being said, the words are meaningless, or, at least, the intended meaning is lost. We cannot find any truth within mere words which is not somewhere inside us first; So it is with the word "God." (This, unfortunately, also applies to the vast groupings of words that we hold as sacred texts.)

            Most words we encounter in our speech also have obvious physical referents. A “chair” refers to that object right here, a “table” over there, etc., but even words such as these can become complicated. For example, when I write the word "words," you know I'm talking about the things on the screen in front of you and you can infer that many of my statements are probably transferable to other types of words as well, such as spoken words and worded thoughts. The reality of spoken words, however, is less tangible than those on this page, and thoughts are even less so than that. Here we see different levels of reality even for a simple enough concept, but when we get to words for objects that go even farther beyond our daily experience, whose realities are more subtle, or may even be completely abstract, these words are the easiest to get confused about; again, I'm talking about God.

            The reason popular religion serves the Demiurge is because the Demiurge is the best conception most people can manage when they are asked to conceive of some possible meaning for the word "God." The Demiurge didn't have to "conquer" them, because they surrendered in total ignorance of there being any other possibility, indeed, of even knowing they were surrendering. They’re now all in His prison because that's the nicest thing that the tiny God which they could conceive of could possibly have done for them. Yes, the Demiurge is in us, and we, or rather our ancestors, are the ones who built this jail. We, however, are the ones that now must escape; or at least do something like it.

            Having built it, and placed Him on His false throne, it is now more complicated than merely closing our eyes and "unbelieving" all of this. The weakness of our cowardly truths, which have stolen and corrupted our hidden powers, have also bred many horrifying realities that we must now deal with, but that's okay. We built it; we can also destroy it, or, as I prefer, we can destroy the inadequate versions of ourselves that find this place so oppressive. After all, a baby can either gum his way out of his mother’s womb as soon as he gets a mouth, or he can feed and grow until his entire world shakes with the inevitable and undeniable birth pangs. In order to destroy the Demiurge, I have come to believe that you must first destroy yourself.

            The greatest trouble that I see today is that the Demiurge is now being sustained invisibly by the minds of countless "non-religious" humans who don't even acknowledge Him as a reality, although they still gladly fuel His continued existence in limitless ways. Due to new and even more sophisticated mediums of secularized cowardice, apathy, and blind faith, He know longer needs to be believed in in order to exist; as it has been said of the Devil, His evil now works just as well without any face upon which to lay blame, if not much better.

            P.S. The above post was written in response to some questions one of my students posed about the Demiurge and the validity of spiritual texts and practices that seem merely to serve and empower Him. Regardless of the meaning that most people derive from such works, I would say that if you have rituals that connect you to a God who is in fact beyond the Demiurge, rituals that actually empower and uplift you, then, by all means, continue them. Do not allow the corrupt understandings of smaller minds to steal away the beautiful meanings that you might be able to find in your prayers and in your Holy Texts. If you find it there, then it is there. Though most religious authorities would call this blasphemy, I say that the sacredness or the profanity of a thing must first exist in you, and be seeking an expression, before you could have any hope of finding it anywhere within the numerous possible meanings of these simple yet confusing words.

            However, the issue of Dhirkr is slightly more complicated. On the one hand, it builds up a tremendous amount of energy, but, on the other hand, where that power is going, in my opinion, depends entirely on the participants, who are usually serving not the true Allah (a difficult word to attach to where it wants to lead) but, again, merely the Demiurge. Though the words associated with the practice may be the same around the world, as I said above, it is the mouth that speaks them and the heart and the mind that understands them which provides their actual meaning. Namaste.

The Secret of All Success

          Like anyone, I do what I can with what I have, but ultimately, the true source of any success I, or anyone else, might find is very difficult to discern. Of course, one must first be motivated to try and succeed at something, yet even then one will only succeed to the extent that he or she is able to carry out that motivation to its fruition. This brings us to the part of one's success that has to do with individual merit.

         Obviously, one's individual merit is not superfluous, as a man with the right mindset and aptitude can theoretically arrive at the truth even under the spell of the darkest deception, while some remain blind even to that which has been laid out plainly before them for all to see. We as a society choose to believe that we are all created equal in respect to human dignity, but this is perhaps the only instance in which such a thing can be said to be true.

         However, success in any endeavor is a matter that goes far beyond one's mere personal aptitude, as one's own degree of power is always being set against the level of cooperation and resistance that one encounters in one's environment. At fortune's whim, a fool can be made a king, and a king can be made a fool. Recognizing this should make us all a bit humble, but the mere fact of fate's potential influence on our best laid plans should not be so humbling that we don't appreciate that our ultimate destiny is always at least somewhat within our own hands; particularly when one realizes that each defeat has the capacity to help improve our chances, and increase our strengths, for our next challenge. That which is incompletely opposed, after all, only grows stronger. Therefore seek out incomplete opposition wherever you can find it.

         As a teacher, I have made the path as simple as I can without upsetting the delicate balance that demands something come from the student as well. All, therefore, are more than welcome to try and walk it. Namaste.

Djinn Army PSA: Graaaaaiins!

           My current research suggests that our consumption of grain based products, such as bread, pasta, pizza, pastries, cereal, cookies, cakes, etc., may play a larger part in the current strength of the zombie epidemic than I had originally realized, and, indeed, the popularity of grain-based products may itself trace back to an ancient conspiracy to cripple and better control the common man. Many people are familiar with the phrase “bread and circuses” in reference to the political usage of spectacular but shallow appeasements to help placate a sedentary and small minded populous, but few people understand that the “bread” part of this equation does far more than just ease our hunger, a secret that was probably well known to the ruling class as far back as 1600 B.C., if not earlier.

           It appears that the earliest recorded usage of wheat was in Ancient Egypt, where it was used to produce a hallucinogenic drug and a painkilling salve to be placed under bandages. As you may or may not know, wheat contains powerful opioid peptides, which not only dull and sedate the senses, but which are highly addictive as well. Although its stupefying properties can be hard to detect, especially for those who’ve grown up consuming wheat products as their primary dietary staple, or even just as comfort food, the massive power of the addiction becomes quite clear to anyone who tries to cut wheat from his or her diet for even a week or two. For some, the mere idea that there could be something dangerous about eating wheat may give rise to a certain degree of anxiety, fear, or even anger, making them unable to even consider the possibility that their diet, one that they share with millions of other people, could be having a debilitating effect on them and everyone else. Such, however, is the mind controlling nature of an addiction.

           Perhaps you're willing to agree that wheat may have some mild narcotic properties, yet wonder why or how I might have leaped to the strange conclusion that our diets may have been purposely engineered to help dull both our minds and spirits. The truth is that the hidden power of the wheat grain was in fact the central mystery revealed to initiates of the ancient Eleusinian mysteries, where it was proclaimed as a gift from the goddess Demeter to serve as the most important cornerstone of any peaceful and stable society. Today it has become even more deified and ritually administered within Christianity as the actual body of Christ; it’s even featured within their Lord’s Prayer, where children are first taught to ask for their “daily bread.” From here we have learned to start each day with cereal, and to celebrate each year with cake, while the noble Earl of Sandwich taught us all to wrap up just about anything else that we might consume within this sinister substance as well.

           If you think that it’s just a coincidence that the most popular religion of the masses revolves around a murdered god who turns himself into bread and wine just before he dies, than I dare you to go even just two weeks without any wheat-products, if you can. Only then will you see what has been done to you, and to probably everyone else that you know, by those who would have us crippled and kept like cattle. Only then will your mind and body become truly free, awake, and alive. Namaste and Good Luck.