Hidden Places

Just to let you know, I've been reading and ingesting. But as usual, I'm not really even on topic in my comments...but to say, something you said made me realize something and thanks :)

I feel like this makes sense here:

How to rule Souls

"What do you want Ellsworth ?"

"Power, Petey. I want to rule. Like my spiritual predecessors. But I’m luckier than they were. I inherited the fruit of their efforts and I shall be the one who’ll see the great dream made real. I see it all around me today. I recognise it. I don’t like it. I didn’t expect to like it. Enjoyment is not my destiny. I shall find such satisfaction as my capacity permits. I shall rule."

"Whom...?"

"You. The world. It’s only a matter of discovering the lever. If you learn how to rule one single man’s soul, you can get the rest of mankind. It’s the soul, Peter, the soul. Not whips or swords or fire or guns. That’s why the Caesars, the attilas, the Napoleons were fools and did not last. We will. The soul, Peter, is that which can’t be ruled. It must be broken. Drive a wedge in, get your fingers on it – and the man is yours. You won’t need a whip – he’ll bring it to you and ask to be whipped. Set him in reverse – and his own mechanism will do your work for you. Use him against himself. Want to know how it’s done? See if I ever lied to you. See if you haven’t heard all this for years, but didn’t want to hear, and the fault is yours, not mine.

There are many ways. Here’s one. Make man feel small. Make him feel guilty. Kill his aspiration and his integrity. That’s difficult. The worst among you gropes for an idol in his own twisted way. Kill integrity by internal corruption. Use it against himself. Direct it towards a goal destructive of all integrity. Preach selflessness. Tell man that altruism is the ideal. Not a single one has ever reached it and not a single one ever will. His every living instinct screams against it. But don’t you see what you accomplish ? Man realises that he’s incapable of what he’s accepted as the noblest virtue - and it gives him a sense of guilt, of sin, of his own basic unworthiness. Since the supreme ideal is beyond his grasp, he gives up eventually all ideals, all aspiration, all sense of his personal value. He feels himself obliged to preach what he can’t practice. But one can’t be good halfway or honest approximately. To preserve one’s integrity is a hard battle. Why preserve that which one knows to be corrupt already? His soul gives up its self respect. You’ve got him. He’ll obey. He’ll be glad to obey – because he can’t trust himself, he feels uncertain, he feels unclean. That’s one way.

Here’s another. Kill man’s sense of values. Kill his capacity to recognise greatness or to achieve it. Great men can’t be ruled. We don’t want any great men. Don’t deny conception of greatness. Destroy it from within. The great is the rare, the difficult, the exceptional. Set up standards of achievement open to all, to the least, to the most inept – and you stop the impetus to effort in men, great or small. You stop all incentive to improvement, to excellence, to perfection. Laugh at Roark and hold Peter Keating as a great architect. You’ve destroyed architecture. Build Lois Cook and you’ve destroyed literature. Hail Ike and you’ve destroyed the theatre. Glorify Lancelot Clankey and you’ve destroyed the press. Don’t set out to raze all shrines – you’ll frighten men, Enshrine mediocrity - and the shrines are razed.

Then there’s another way. Kill by laughter. Laughter is an instrument of human joy. Learn to use it as a weapon of destruction. Turn it into a sneer. It’s simple. Tell them to laugh at everything. Tell them that a sense of humour is an unlimited virtue. Don't let anything remain sacred in a man’s soul – and his soul won’t be sacred to him. Kill reverence and you’ve killed the hero in man. One doesn’t reverence with a giggle. He’ll obey and he’ll set no limits to obedience – anything goes – nothing is too serious.

Here’s another way. This is most important. Don't allow men to be happy. Happiness is self-contained and self-sufficient. Happy men have no time and no use for you. Happy men are free men. So kill their joy in living. Take away from them what they want. Make them think that the mere thought of a personal desire is evil. Bring them to a state where saying ‘I want’ is no longer a natural right, but a shameful admission. Altruism is of great help in this. Unhappy men will come to you. They’ll need you. They’ll come for consolation, for support, for escape. Nature allows no vacuum. Empty man’s soul – and the space is yours to fill.

I don’t see why you should look so shocked, Peter. This is the oldest one of all. Look back at history. Look at any great system of ethics, from the Orient up. Didn’t they all preach the sacrifice of personal joy ? Under all the complications of verbiage, haven’t they all had a single leitmotif: sacrifice, renunciation, self-denial ? Haven’t you been able to catch their theme song – ‘Give up, give up, give up, give up’ ? Look at the moral atmosphere of today. Everything enjoyable, from cigarettes to sex to ambition to the profit motive, is considered depraved or sinful. Just prove that a thing makes men happy and you’ve damned it. That’s how far we’ve come. We’ve tied happiness to guilt. And we’ve got mankind by the throat.

Throw your first born into a sacrificial furnace – lie on a bed of nails – go into the desert to mortify the flesh – don’t dance – don't go to the movies on Sunday – don't try to get rich – don’t smoke – don’t drink. It’s all the same line. The great line. Fools don’t think that taboos of this nature are just nonsense. Something left over, old-fashioned. But there’s always a purpose in nonsense. Don’t bother to examine a folly – ask yourself only what it accomplishes. Every system of ethics that preached sacrifice grew into a world power and ruled millions of men.

Of course, you must dress them up. You must tell people they’ll achieve a superior kind of happiness by giving up everything that makes them happy. You don't have to be too clear about it. Use big vague words. ‘Universal Harmony’ – ‘Eternal Spirit’ – ‘Divine Purpose’ – ‘Nirvana’ - ‘Paradise’ – ‘Racial Supremacy’ – ‘the Dictatorship of the Proletariat.’ Internal corruption, Peter. That’s the oldest one of all. The farce has been going on for centuries and men still fall for it.

Yet the test should be so simple: just listen to any prophet and if you hear him speak of sacrifice – run. Run faster than from a plague. It stands to reason that where there’s sacrifice, there’s someone collecting sacrificial offerings. Where there’s service, there’s someone being served. The man who speaks to you of sacrifice, speaks of slaves and masters. And intends to be the master. But if you ever hear a man telling you that you must be happy, that it’s your natural right, that your first duty is to yourself – that will be the man who has nothing to gain from you. But let him come and you’ll scream your empty heads off, howling that he’s a selfish monster. So the racket is safe for many, many centuries.

But here you might have noticed something. I said, ‘It stands to reason’. Do you see ? Men have a weapon against you. Reason. So you must be very sure to take it away from them. Cut the props from under it. But be careful. Don’t deny outright. Never deny anything outright, you give your hand away. Don’t say reason is evil – though some have gone that far and with astonishing success. Just say that reason is limited. That there’s something above it. What ? You don’t have to be too clear about it either. The field’s inexhaustible. ‘Instinct’ – ‘Feeling’ – ‘Revelation’ – ‘Divine Intuition’ – ‘Dialectic Materialism’. If you get caught at some crucial point and somebody tells you that your doctrine doesn’t make sense – you’re ready for him. You tell him there’s something above sense. That here he must not try to think, he must feel. He must believe. Suspend reason and you play it deuces wild. Anything goes in any manner you wish whenever you need it. You’ve got him. Can you rule a thinking man ? We don’t want any thinking men."

Keating had sat down on the floor, by the side of the dresser. He did not want to abandon the dresser; he felt safer, leaning against it.

"Peter, you’ve heard all this. You’ve seen me practising it for ten years. You see it being practised all over the world. Why are you disgusted ? You have no right to sit there and stare at me with the virtuous superiority of being shocked. You’re in on it. You’ve taken your share and you’ve got to go along. You’re afraid to see where it’s leading. I’m not. I’ll tell you.

The world of the future. The world I want. A world of obedience and of unity. A world where the thought of each man will not be his own, but an attempt to guess the thought of the next neighbour who’ll have no thought – and so on, Peter, around the globe. Since all must agree with all. A world where no man will hold a desire for himself, but will direct all his efforts to satisfy the desires of his neighbour who’ll have no desires except to satisfy the desires of the next neighbour, who’ll have no desires – around the globe, Peter. Since all must serve all. A world in which man will not work for so innocent an incentive as money, but for that headless monster – prestige. The approval of his fellows – their good opinion – the opinion of men who’ll be allowed to hold no opinion. An octopus, all tentacles and no brain.

Judgement, Peter ! Not judgement, but public polls. An average drawn upon zeroes – since no individuality will be permitted. A world with its motor cut off and a single heart, pumped by hand. My hand – and the hands of a few, a very few other men like me. Those who know what makes you tick – you great, wonderful average, you who have not risen in fury when we called you the average, the little, the common, you who’ve liked and accepted these names. You’ll sit enthroned and enshrined, you, the little people, the absolute ruler to make all past rulers squirm with envy, the absolute, the unlimited, God and Prophet and King combined. Vox populi. The average, the common, the general.

Do you know the proper antonym for Ego ? Bromide, Peter. The rule of the bromide. But even the trite has to be organised by someone at some time. We’ll do the organising. Vox dei. We’ll enjoy unlimited submission – from men who’ve learned nothing except to submit. We’ll call it ‘to serve’. We’ll give out medals for service. You’ll fall over one another in a scramble to see who can submit better and more. There will be no other distinction to seek. No other form of personal achievement.

Can you see Howard Roark in this picture ? No ? Then don’t waste time on foolish questions. Everything that can’t be ruled, must go. And if freaks persist in being born occasionally, they will not survive beyond their twelfth year. When their brain begins to function, it will feel the pressure and it will explode. The pressure gauged to a vacuum. Do you know the fate of deep-sea creatures brought out to sunlight? So much for future Roarks. The rest of you will smile and obey. Have you noticed that the imbecile always smiles ? Man’s first frown is the first touch of God on his forehead. The touch of thought. But we’ll have neither God nor thought. Only voting by smiles. Automatic levers – all saying yes...

Now if you were a little more intelligent, you’d ask: What of us, the rulers ? What of me, Ellsworth Monkton Toohey ? And I’d say, Yes, you’re right. I’ll achieve no more than you will. I’ll have no purpose save to keep you contended. To lie, to flatter you, to praise you, to inflate your vanity. To make speeches about the people and the common good. Peter, my poor old friend, I’m the most selfless man you’ve ever known. I have less independence than you, whom I just forced to sell your soul. You’ve used people at least for the sake of what you could get from them for yourself. I want nothing for myself. I use people for the sake of what I can do to them. It’s my only function and satisfaction. I have no private purpose. I want power. I want my world of the future. Let all live for all. Let all sacrifice and none profit. Let all suffer and none enjoy. Let progress stop. Let all stagnate. There’s equality in stagnation. All subjugated to the will of all. Universal slavery – without even the dignity of a master. Slavery to slavery. A great circle – and a total equality. The world of the future."

"Ellsworth... you’re..."

"Insane ? Afraid to say it ? There you sit and the world’s written all over you, your last hope. Insane ? Look around you. Pick up any newspaper and read the headlines. Isn’t it coming ? Isn’t it here ? Every single thing I told you ? Isn’t Europe swallowed already and we’re stumbling on to follow ? Everything I said is contained in a single word – collectivism. And isn’t that the god of our century. To act together. To think – together. To feel – together. To unite, to agree, to obey. To obey, to serve, to sacrifice. Divide and conquer – first. But then, unite and rule. We’ve discovered that one last. Remember the Roman Emperor who said he wished humanity had a single neck so he could cut it ? People have laughed at him for centuries. But we’ll have the last laugh. We’ve accomplished what he couldn’t accomplish. We’ve taught men to unite. This makes one neck ready for one leash. We found the magic word. Collectivism.

Look at Europe, you fool. Can’t you see past the guff and recognise the essence ? One country is dedicated to the proposition that man has no rights, that the collective is all. The individual held as evil, the mass – as God. No motive and no virtue permitted – except that of service to the proletariat.

That’s one version. Here’s another. A country dedicated to the proposition that man has no rights, that the State is all. The individual held as evil, the race – as God. No motive and no virtue permitted – except that of service to the race. Am I raving or is this the harsh reality of two continents already ? If you’re sick of one version, we push you in the other. We’ve fixed the coin. Heads – collectivism. Tails – collectivism. Give up your soul to a council – or give it up to a leader. But give it up, give it up, give it up. Offer poison as food and poison as antidote. Go fancy on the trimmings, but hang on to the main objective. Give the fools a chance, let them have their fun – but don’t forget the only purpose you have to accomplish. Kill the individual. Kill man’s soul. The rest will follow automatically."

(Ellsworth Toohey, speaking to Peter Keating in "The Fountainhead")

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"For the past few days I have been popping in at the DP checking on a beloved friend there that I think is in serious, serious trouble. The more he "reassures" me the more convinced I become that he was recently hypnotized and re-programmed. I cannot help, and it is beyond frustrating. If I try TOO hard, then I look like a nutcase."

I will tell you that I have heard many stories from people online/ I seem to be reassured that human kindness is a wonderful thing. The hard part is to determind by the mail you get from the internet is actually true. Some of these people have created a mirrored life in which they can act as the seem fit. I personnally have experienced the issues at hand. I have been accused of being much more than I could ever be. In my life, I have never thrown a punch. I have never done anything that would make me a bad person, other than show someone, when treated badly, I will revolt. Do not fall for the drama. I have retired that version handed to me. Those that seem like friends may be a man with guilt they can no longer hold.

Sounds like someone who tried to destroy my life.

A Couple Thoughts

I don't want to get into a whole debate on abortion, but I am reminded of this video I saw this week of a woman who was the victim of rape and had an abortion. She spoke of the horrors of what abortion really is and what it did to her psychologically. In her words, "why should we violate her twice?" In the movie Rob Roy, the protagonist made a good point when his wife (another victim of rape who was uncertain of the father of her unborn child) asked if she should kill the baby. He said that the baby had done no wrong; why should the baby have to pay for the sins of his father? I believe that we need to place more value on life which is why I support my local crisis pregnancy center that offers aid throughout the pregnancy and even into the first several years of raising the children -- to encourage would-be mothers to choose to let their babies live. In the end, those children are a tremendous blessing while an abortion leaves a permanent scar on their souls as they live perpetually with doubt and guilt.

In regard to Abraham, there is something very important to remember: Abraham was a man. This is a recurring theme throughout the Old Testament. Unlike many other ancient cultures, the Bible does not try to sugarcoat or disguise the realities of their heroes. They show them as they really were -- warts and all. The idea is not to revere the man, but to thank God for His mercy and grace. He has every right to condemn and destroy us all. He made us specifically for His purposes to serve and honor Him, and we rejected and rebelled against Him. Abraham had many problems, and you bring up an excellent example. Even worse, check out the greatest hero of Israel -- King David. He not only slept with another man's wife -- when he found out that she was pregnant by him and could not trick her husband into sleeping with her (in an attempt to hide the parentage), he then proceeded to orchestrate the man's death in battle by exposing him to the enemy. His punishment was severe -- the child died, his kingdom was wracked with division and war, his sons turned against him -- but in the end, God still called him "a man after my own heart" because of his repentance.

The point I am trying to make is that the story is not really about us at all. It is about God and how He offers forgiveness and compassion to people who do not deserve it. The fact is that none of us are perfect, and we are guaranteed to blow it many times in our lives. But God still loves us and desires to have a deep relationship with each of us -- as strange as that is, it is true. I have experienced it. The almighty Creator of this Universe wants to dwell inside of you and bless you in ways you cannot imagine.

Do not hate God because He shows mercy on flawed men. If He did not, He would not show mercy to you either.

As for your comments about CC09... yeah, pretty much. I have little hope for the American people -- we are far too easily led astray and redirected. We care too much for our security and way of life. We are not willing to the make the tough choices necessary to actually turn the ship, and so we will slam into that iceberg and go down beneath the waves. I am not sure how much hope I have in my nation, but really, can one have hope in flawed and sinful men? I will trust in God and the path that He sets before me for it is the only hope that I can see in these dark times.

On the ayahuasca ceremony...

Save yourself some money, time and possible intestinal damage.....

Preparation... Get some Diviner's sage. Get a friend. Lay out about 18 hours of no-time. Take a room, clear it to the flooring and the walls. Remember snacks and an Ipod with a good playlist for your friend, called spotter from now on.

This requires you to be a bit grounded.. and a 2-day fast. It will strip your ego off. Literally.

Take abovementioned sage, relax. I would recommend the tea. Become the flower on the wall, travel the world, save the dolphins!

Make sure your spotter understands that when you get up and start going somewhere that it's not really you. Just tell them to make sure you don't wander out of a window or down the stairs... you will be quite docile.

This will save you a few thousand dollars by not going to the Peruvian jungle to shit your brains out so that between dehydration and a bad mix of two different off drugs you can have half of the experience I just mentioned.

In closing, this experience will show you a pathway. Please remember that you do not need to use this drug to do that again... it just opens the map for you. Repeated uses of diviners will not get you where you want to go... it will make you a target for things lurking the same path. So do not do that.

:)

Hey you sound like me.

Come rant on my post lol.

hey you ...

well... ramtha has talked about the abortion issue and he is ALWAYS on the side of women having ABSOLUTE control over THEIR bodies. ALWAYS.

so, yes, he's pro-choice.

that aside ... it amuses me that people complain about the state of the world and will sometimes remark that the elite are psychopaths and wonder where child molesters come from or wonder where serial killers come from.

well ... it ain't rocket science. refer to ram's elixir book for more detailed info. some fetus' ought to get their @sses aborted.

abraham was a coward and an @ss.

he was also, btw, apparently an ancient mystery school student. in all fairness ... the "god" he was chatting with was jehovah. the biggest @sshole god in our universe.

don't worry darlin'. that bleep, bleep, bleep god is being taken care of.

i'll send you a couple of most interesting teachings. it will give you a little bit more insight into who ramtha is and why you NEVER, EVER, EVER need to be concerned about ~offending~ god. EVER.

i didn't know you were a rape victim. i'm not surprised to hear it considering your post at DP. there is something to learn from that ... why you attracted that experience into your life. we do create our reality after all.

that said ... violence against women is one of my little pet peeves.

let me tell you ... the individual who perpetrated that against you has a most uncomfortable experience ahead of them.

i don't know if you ever saw my post on dp on the matter. i may have posted it here somewhere.

i have only been in ram's audience once where he discussed 'women' in a manner that broke me out in goosebumps.

i had the notes read to me of another event and i bawled.

i will do some focus work around this and i will ask ram to peek in on you.

one example ... when i was 18 i had a MINOR, MINOR, MINOR (minor compared to rape) uncomfortable experience with a guy and that dude got decapitated in a collision in a blizzard.

when ram says he's going to take someone down... it may not happen for several years ... but it will be most memorable.

ram's personal philosophy on people who abuse others ... they should have their heads cut off and flung out to sea.