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Crying for Iryna

this is so sad, I don’t think anything will ever be ok after this… I’ve been crying all day since I saw the video from all angles, many many many times. It is now imprinted in my mind forever.

I now know now my life is worth nothing. I know our lives are worth nothing. I know that when someone murders us, our death will be covered up like Iryna’s. Our murderers will be protected by the media, because we’re in hell after all. It is how it is supposed to be. I only I was there to protect her.

So, it is as if it was already done. As if I am already dead. What does it even mean to be alive? Did any of us consent to be here? Maybe we’re already dead, maybe we have escaped this hell. Maybe it is pointless to want to live or die. Maybe we have to first die to understand why we had to be born in the first place. But it still hurts like hell… 

so all I can do is cry

 

What doesn’t leave me is the question, how is it that we are the only species with so much programmed hate and division within our own species? How did we make it so far if our DNA is so corrupted by hate and division? How aren’t we extinct by now? Something is off, because the collective consciousness that I feel pulled in very strongly is defined by a very strong instinct to protect the vulnerable amongst us. 

I don’t know of any other species that succumbs to ideological hate and violence against members of the same species. No other species needs a justice system to keep on keeping on. And interestingly, no other species feels the need to enforce law and order because it is magically self-enforced.

Yes, it is still hell, yes it is a killing field, because you need to kill other species to survive, but killing your own species for nothing is some other level. How did we end up in this special kind of hell where we’re programmed to kill our own species and cover it up, only so it can be perpetuated?

Is it possible that our human-made systems and mainly the justice system are the basis of all divisions and violence? Is it possible that without judges whose main job is to release murderers into the community, that without the law that exists to oppress the vulnerable, without politics, without governments, things will self-regulate and we can return to our original non-corrupt DNA? 

I mean, as things stand, with or without justice, we will be killing one another. It is kill or be killed. To kill or not to be. For no reason at all. Is it possible that the ultimate relief is to die rather than to keep witnessing the senseless killing of our own people, while the state has the monopoly over violence, only to mute our natural killer instinct (look inside, it is in there), while all the violence is only directed at us? 

What if we’re left to just kill it out at will and call it a day once and for all, rather than keep pretending that justice exists?

All this is proof that there is something artificial inserted in our biology. We’re some kind of hybrid and likely not viable to survive as a species. 

 

Rewriting Religious Scriptures Re Wars, Let’s Start With the Gita

I’ve been thrown out of a few temples already for mentioning it, but I stand by my position. 

there is no inherent duty to kill your uncles and cousins for a piece of land. If you’re Arjuna, next time Krishna tells you to go to war, you say “NO I’ll pass. I like you very much, but no thanks, I know the soul is indestructible and I choose to do other things with it. And THEREFORE go fight it out yourself. Aren’t you all powerful after all. Kill me if you want, but I am not going to kill my uncle. I’ll go sit under that tree over there and meditate instead”. 

If I were Arjuna, I’d invoke long covid and get a note from the doctor.

It appears too self-serving to have been said by Krishna. I doubt the Gita is authentic therefore. God would never ask you to kill. Something is off don’t you think! Have you thought that it may be someone else posing as God? Or maybe something got lost in translation. Why are brahmins qualified to tell me what my duty is? 

Yup even in hell, the greatest currency is consent. It’s what keeps this place going. Do not consent!