O Ye Faithful

The Fall of Systemus Rex

Environmental Jaggerisms

I see someone has levelled up their spirit vision. I can tell by the way you look upon these words.

That’s good. Very good. It means you’re beginning to perceive the psychic parasites that surround us.

As you negated them, I’m sure you felt it.

That calmness draping over you. Like the delicate glow of a post-coital cigarette. Maybe you were lucky enough to even feel an energy rush. A vril boon from having reversed the flow the parasite failed to subject you to. Such is often the case when you squash one of these pests.

If you haven’t realized yet that this is one of the most important practices in life, you may be a lost cause. Any sensible teacher would agree, but I am not sensible in the conventional sense. I am a man of faith. And I have the utmost faith in you, my friend.

Believe in the me that believes in you.

There are some who would tell you to burn away your desires. I bet you think that was why we immolated your beautiful tree. If that’s what you think, I’d suggest a DNA test. I’m certain we’ll find strands of homo imbecillus in there.

Desires—true desires—are good and natural as long as we surrender our attachment to them. Our “need” to have them fulfilled.

Being is your primary state. If you’re getting cucked, it’s because you were being the guy who gets cucked. Everything outside of you is the expressed, the energetically dead. Whether you choose to remain there is your decision.

Desires are merely the winds of expression. Direct your sails accordingly.

For those fools who wish to burn their desires away, they fail to realize they have merely traded one desire for another. To desire is human, and we are living a human experience. When the winds are at the backs of your sails, they carry you forward. They’re no longer an obstacle. Everything melds together. Like man and woman in the divine boink.

But when you set the winds ablaze, it burns everything. Sails, ship, and the crew aboard. Unless you desire to be energetically dead and deep-fried, I’d advise against this course of action.

This is why defending ourselves from parasites is so important. They distract us from our desires. People who resent their desires have confused those belonging to the parasites for their own.

These parasites displace what our Self wants to express. They zombify us. Trick us into wasting our time and attention on them, rather than our tree.

You’ll recall that our attention is the sunlight and our actions the water which nurture our tree.

Life needs more than just food and water to survive. It needs a conducive environment as well. You wouldn’t plant a sugar maple in the tropics, would you? You’ll get no syrup that way. The tree would die, if it ever even sprouted.

So, how do we create a conducive environment for our tree?

Once again, dear reader, you are asking the right question.

Don’t be so Nervous

If our minds are the soil our trees grow in, our attention the light that shines upon them, and our actions aligned with our beliefs the water they drink, then the environment in which they grow is our nervous system.

What an appropriate name that is. Most people’s nervous systems are indeed nervous.

What scaredy little cucks they are. They’re full of bitch-energy. Jumping at every noise, every slinking shadow. That little mound in the ground there. What’s that? Probably a snake.

Quick! Get the fiery, direy flammenwerfer. Gute Nacht, Titten.

Oopsie.

That mound was your tree beginning to sprout. You just killed it.

We need to make your system less nervous, so this doesn’t happen, dear reader.

Your nervous system runs the physical shit show you call a life. When it comes to the kingdom on Earth, the nervous system is the king. It has one job: survival. It keeps your thumbs out of your bum and your hands on the wheel.

Unless that somehow keeps you alive.

You can be real with me. I won’t tell anyone.

Honest.

King Nervonius Systemus is neurotic. Paranoid. All change is perceived as threat, even when it’s positive. It could improve his kingdom’s circumstances, but the uncertainty terrifies him. When you invite change, you take control by the hand, walk it to the exit, and boot its ass out the door.

If the king is not in control, who is?

I think you know the answer.

The king is not a man of faith. He is a man accustomed to the faith of his subjects. He forgets he is a servant, no different than them. He serves them as much as they serve him, and all serve Him as He serves us. But because the king doesn’t realize this, he clings to what’s known.

It doesn’t matter that the women are unwashed and haven’t changed their panties in years. The kingdom could have no women at all. Is that what you want? You should be more appreciative of the pubic lice. That’s extra protein. Our kingdom is starving, don’t you know?

Without faith, you accept pain out of fear. The pain is comfortable because it is familiar. You think the devil you know is better than the devil you don’t. You reason your way to believing your fear is rational.

This is why the fool is wise and the intelligent man is a moron.

The fool recognizes the devil is just the devil.

Ye who claim to be of faith must have little. For if your faith was great, you would not accept any devil, but instead rest in His comfort.

And for those with dimmed dendrites who reject faith, I suggest you find some.

Without it, your kingdom will perpetually suffer.

Leaping into the Unknown

Faith is essential to the life of swagger. There is no negotiating this.

Without it, King Systemus will become a tyrant. Your kingdom will persist, but it will be a miserable place. Any and all attempts at revolution will be thwarted before they have a chance to begin. The future of your people will be dictated by a scaredy little cuck.

Ironically, all kingdoms are destined to fall anyway.

Change comes for all. Choose it, or it will choose you.

Life is filled with immense complexity and variation. I understand how paralyzing it can be to willingly undergo change when the abyssal unknown stretches before you. Not because I experience anything of the like, but because I am such an empathetic man.

Faith grants us the strength to make a choice and commit despite uncertainty. It is unwavering confidence in something larger than yourself. Loyalty to that cause, that idea, that One Most High. The deep knowing that whatever happens is to your benefit, even if you can’t perceive it in the moment.

Do you think I am dissuaded by the busy boss bitch’s frigid glare when I cold approach her at 12:18 PM in the middle of a lunch meeting with clients about some corporate partnership that makes the Black Cube sing with glee?

Of course not. I have faith that my incandescent smile will melt her icy heart. I know I will liberate her from the suffocating walls of the Cube (and her clothes in the restaurant bathroom) before lunch is over.

And if not, so what? I failed at nothing. It simply wasn’t meant to be. The J-Man was actually looking out for me. The time I might have wasted with this corporate jezebel would be better spent with an Asian baddie. After all, why else am I here if not to protect them in the dark?

Faith quells the chaos in the kingdom. A calm king swaggers through the realm and is loved in all the brothels. But when you’re starting from zero, your nervous system, your king, has a tendency to recoil from anything unfamiliar. It fears the very thing you want. Even when it’s just outside the gate.

It believes everything is a threat. Change means risk. Risk implies failure. Failure implies doom.

Faith opens the kingdom’s gates willingly. That stately barbarian is not an invader. He is your savior. He brings with him beautiful women and an irresistible swagger. We’ll call him King Jagger. He slaps Systemus, calls him a cuck, and takes the throne.

Under Jagger’s rule, Jesus has the wheel. Risks seem less dire. You don’t necessarily know how the kingdom will become the next Holy Roman Empire, but you know it will be.

Asking with Attention

Cultivating faith is a continual process.

Most people start with it. This is why life seems so wonderful as a child.

You are born helpless. Completely dependent upon others for survival in a hostile world. Somehow, people—your parents—provide. Despite all the dangers, you survive. All you need to get what you want is ask for it. You’re hungry, so you cry. You need comfort, so you cry. You want to snuggle up to the fine nurse’s massive jugs, so you… Well, you get it.

I’m a dumb baby, give me milk.

It is as the ego grows that faith wanes. We begin to take ourselves too seriously. We lose the bigger picture. We fall for the lie that the weight of the world is upon our shoulders. If that were true, we would be crushed.

In reality, God—or Source, the One, the Universe, whichever name boats you float—is always there, like your parents, supporting you. He gives you whatever you ask for. If what you ask for is a faithless existence with the weight of the world upon your shoulders, that’s what you’ll get.

You ask with your attention. Pay it single-mindedly to whatever it is you want, and God will hear you.

If the crying baby is distracted when his mother gives him a toy, she will merely think he wanted entertainment, not booby. Likewise, if you say you want the goth mamacita to hogtie and jerk you dry, but think only of her rejecting you, your appetite will go unsated.

With faith, it’s easy to ignore those doubts because you know God has your back. He’s always had it.

Your homework is to recultivate the faith you have lost.

Cultivation means taking action, especially in the face of your doubts and fears. Because when you fail—and you will have “failures” in pursuit of your desires—you will see that life continues on. You may feel badly about it, but you try again anyway. Do this long enough, and you start to see the picture of a new life coming together. If those failures were successes, this life wouldn’t have been possible.

Let go of events unfolding the way you think they should. Let them unfold as He knows they should. As you clock them, you will begin to see the connections. That is where the faith will truly build.

Now, scram. Go reclaim the Holy Land or something.

Saranghamnida.