April 23, 2017
I’m a very alternative person. I’m so alternative, I have to explain myself. I’m so alternative, my beliefs are like Latin, dead.
Like, take my sexuality- Androgyny. I’m even excommunicated from the Gay and Lesbian community, and they let everybody in, well anyone who knows how to have a good time anyways.
My sexuality is so distorted, the dictionaries had to change its meaning. It used to mean someone who’s personality is a balance between the masculine and feminine aspects of their inner self, in Jungian psychology, the term is Animus, now it just means a dude who looks like a chick. What kind of weak materialistic narrow-minded lack of developed consciousness is that redefinition?
People don’t like the term Androgynous because it’s not concrete enough to suit the needs of the extreme duality of abstractions that clearly define exactly how we’re better than somebody else.
But that’s why I love Androgyny. It doesn’t define anything. It forces you to be creative. It puts the control in your own hands and pushes you to define your own boundaries.
That’s why I’m a Techno-Anarchist. Again, I made this shit up. A ruler less society run by robots here to serve humanity, that’s L Ron Hubbard shit.
Speaking of Ron, I too created my own religion. Then I thought about it, and I didn’t want to be the guy responsible for the next Tom Cruise. So, I abandoned my religion and came to the conclusion that research on the subject is far more engaging than any kind of commitment. That’s how alternative I am.
Plus, I have issues with religion. I think it’s crazy. A group of people huddled together so they can feel superior to someone else because their collectiveness is closer to Nazism than some other group of people’s fucked up beliefs never made sense to me. It’s self-defeating. The purpose of religion is to develop consciousness in a group setting. That’s why Jesus Christ was created, as an icon of spiritual development, a tool to help the individual become more Christ-like in their own lives. It’s not so you can wear a cross pinned to the chest so the rest of world knows you voted for Trump. It’s self-defeating.
Is it weird that I found God and beyond on my own? Is it weird that I believe that all that exists, has or will ever exist comes from Chaos? That all existence is connected by emptiness filled with an invisible element- chaos. Or that their’s a universe far more infinite than our own that is made up of pure light? And that all exists from this light? That all is one, forever, immortal in this moment- except this very belief itself which is kinda exists everywhere but in this moment. It’s kinda just stuck there between the distance past and a far uncertain future.