GELOFTEVOLK
zondag 15 april 2012
vrijdag 9 maart 2012
dinsdag 6 maart 2012
WHY DO HUMANS TRADE THEIR HEALTH FOR THEIR SOULS?
The gospel according to Fred
The world's most misunderstood philosopher
15th September 2011
The 'kingdom of Heaven' is a condition of the heart — not something that comes 'upon the Earth' or 'after death'. [. . .] The kingdom of God is not something one waits for; it has no yesterday or tomorrow, it does not come 'in a thousand years' — it is an experience within a heart; it is everywhere, it is nowhere . . . —&hnbsp; Nietzsche, 1888
for Jon Carter
Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche (nee-chee) (1844-1900) is the most vilified philosopher of all time. Why? Because he reduced the holy dogma of the faithful into a puddle of pitiful drool, and has suffered their slanders ever since.
Nietzsche packs a punch that is too tough for most Christians to deal with honestly.
Best known for such controversial assertions as 'God is Dead', 'the Oversoul' and 'the Will to Power', Nietzsche's razor sharp perceptions make clear the unhealthy aspects of a fabricated belief system that has enslaved the world with its diseases of pity, guilt and revenge.
"Have I been understood?" Nietzsche asked late in his life. "What defines me, what sets me apart from all the rest of mankind, is that I have unmasked Christian morality."
Nietzsche's real beef? "It is the lack of nature, it is the utterly ghastly fact that anti-nature itself has received the highest honors as morality, and has hung over mankind as law, as categorical imperative!"
"That contempt has been taught for the primary instincts of life; that a 'soul', a 'spirit' has been lyingly invented in order to destroy the body; that one teaches that there is something unclean in the precondition of life, sexuality [. . .] denies the very foundations of life."
"The unmasking of Christian morality is an event without equal, a real catastrophe [. . .] He who unmasks morality has therewith unmasked the valuelessness of all values which are or have been believed in [. . .]
• The concept 'the Beyond', 'real world' invented so as to deprive of value the only world which exists . . .
• The concept 'soul', 'spirit', finally even 'immortal soul', invented so as to despise the body, so as to make it sick — 'holy' — so as to bring to all the things in life life which deserve serious attention — the questions of nutriment, residence, cleanliness, weather — (it makes them all a) horrifying frivolity! Instead of health (you get) 'salvation of the soul' . . .
• The concept of 'sin' invented together with the instrument of torture that goes with it.
• The concept of 'free will', so as to confuse the instincts, so as to make mistrust of the instincts . . . second nature . . . no longer being able to discover where one's advantage lies, self destruction made the sign of value in general, made 'duty', 'holiness', the 'divine' in man.
And all this was believed as morality." Nietzsche cringes.
A scholastic prodigy who was named full professor of philology at the University of Basel at age 23, Nietzsche "suspected that human intellect and its spiritual products — culture, morality, religion — are ultimately governed by biological imperatives. Religious beliefs, far from forming a true picture of some higher world, are self-deceptions that feed on visceral fears and cravings. God, truth, free will — the very foundations of our self-assessment as higher creatures — are fictions," according to biographer Philip Novak.
Between 1876 and 1888, Nietzsche wrote a dozen books, few of which were read by the general public. In the intervening years, however, titles such as "Thus Spake Zarathustra", "On the Genealogy of Morals", "Twilight of the Idols", and "The Anti-Christ" have become mandatory reading for philosophy students all over the world.
His utter demolition of Christianity is best left to his own words.
To call the taming of an animal its 'improvement' is in our ears almost a joke. Whoever knows what goes on in zoos is doubtful whether the beasts in them are 'improved'. They are weakened, they are made less harmful, they become sickly beasts through the depressive emotion of fear, through pain, through injuries, through hunger. It is no different with the tamed human being whom the priest has 'improved'. In the early Middle Ages, when the church was in fact above all a zoo, one . . . improved, for example, the noble Teutons. But what did such a Teuton afterwards look like when he had been 'improved' and led into a monastery? Like a caricature of a human being, like an abortion: he had become a sinner; he was in a cage; one had imprisoned him behind nothing but sheer terrifying concepts . . . . There he lay now, sick, miserable, filled with ill-will towards himself, full of hatred for the impulses toward life, full of suspicion of all that was still strong and happy. In short, [he was] a Christian [. . .]
— Twilight of the Idols 2
[ . . .] I call an animal, a species or an individual depraved when it loses its instincts, when it chooses, when it prefers, what is harmful to it. A history of the 'higher feelings', of the 'ideals of mankind' [. . .] would almost also constitute an explanation of why man is so depraved. I consider life itself instinct for growth, for continuance, for accumulation of forces, for power: where the will to power is lacking, there is decline. My assertion is that this will is lacking in all the supreme values of mankind — that values of decline, nihilistic values, hold sway under the holiest names.
— The Anti-Christ 6
I do not want to be confused with these preachers of equality, nor taken for one of them. For justice says to me: 'men are not equal.'
— Thus Spake Zarathustra II Of the Tarantulas
In reality there has been only one Christian, and he died on the cross.
— The Anti-Christ 39
'Who killed him? who was his natural enemy? — this question came like a flash of lightning. Answer: ruling Judaism, it's upper class.
— The Anti-Christ 40
The subtlest artifice which Christianity has over the other religions is a word: it spoke oflove. [. . .] There is in the word love something so ambiguous and suggestive, something which speaks to the memory and to future hope, that even the meanest intelligence and the coldest heart still feels something of the luster of this word. The shrewdest woman and the commonest man think when they hear it of the relatively least selfish moments of their whole life, even if Eros has only paid them a passing visit; and those countless numbers who never experience love [. . . ] have made their find in Christianity.
— Assorted opinions and maxims 95
The Christian conception of God [. . .] is one of the most corrupt conceptions of God arrived at on earth [ . . .] God degenerated to the contradiction of life, instead of being its transfiguration and eternal Yes! In God a declaration of hostility towards life, nature, and the will to life! God the formula for every calumny of 'this world,' for every lie about 'the next world'. In God nothingness deified, the will to nothingness sanctified!
— The Anti-Christ 18
. . . we find that which has been reverenced as God not 'godlike' but pitiable, absurd, harmful, not merely an error but a crime against life.
— The Anti-Christ 47
I condemn Christianity, I bring against the Christian Church the most terrible charge any prosecutor has ever uttered. To me it is the extremest thinkable form of corruption [. . .] The Christian Church has left nothing untouched by its depravity, it has made of every value a disvalue, of every truth a lie, of every kind of integrity a vileness of soul. People still dare talk to me of its 'humanitarian' blessings! [. . .] These are the blessings of Christianity! Parasitism as the sole practice of the church . . . of 'holiness' draining away all blood, all love, all hope for life; the Beyond as the will to deny reality of every kind; the Cross as a badge of recognition for the most subterranean conspiracy there has ever been — a conspiracy against health, beauty, well-constitutedness, bravery, intellect,benevolence of soul, against life itself . . .
Wherever there are walls I shall inscribe this eternal accusation against Christianity upon them — I can write in letters which make even the blind see . . . call Christianity the one great curse, the one great intrinsic depravity, the one great instinct for revenge for which no expedient is sufficiently poisonous, secret, subterranean, petty — I call it the one immortal blemish of mankind . . .
— The Anti-Christ 62
And one more.
As long as men have existed, man has enjoyed himself too little; that alone, my brothers, is our original sin!
— Thus Spake Zarathustra II Of the Compassionate
Nietzsche more or less retired from public life in 1888 and lived in seclusion first with his sister and then with his mother until his death. Rumors said he went insane from syphilis, but it would be fair to say, given his penetrating perceptions, that the world around him went insane and he just gave up and went home.
Now . . . if you think crabby old Fred was tough on Christians, you should hear what he had to say about Jews, the slave rebellion, the inversion of values and all that; it was much worse . . . but that's a story for another time.
The aforementioned Nietzsche quotes were extracted from "The Vision of Nietzsche," introduced and edited by Philip Novak, Vega Books Spirit of Philosophy Series: London 2001 which begins with this quote from Meister Eckhart:
"Man's last and highest parting is when, for God's sake, he takes leave of God."
John Kaminski is a writer who lives on the Gulf Coast of Florida, urging people to understand that no problem in the world can be authentically addressed without first analyzing tangents caused by Jewish perfidy, which has subverted and diminished every aspect of human endeavor throughout history. Support for his work is wholly derived from people who can understand what he’s saying and know what it means. It is your contributions that have kept him going this long
250 N. McCall Rd. #2,
Englewood
FL 34223
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zondag 26 februari 2012
"But the eyes are blind. One must look with the heart . . ."
The afternoon moon
About that thing you may have lost along the way
27th January 2012
Back when I was around 13, on those days when I was not terrorizing the neighborhood on my very fast bicycle, probably most often when I was walking home from school, I always marveled at the afternoon moon, big white disc shining through the gleaming blue sky on a glittering sunny day.
Usually I noticed it right by St. Mary's Church, about a half mile south of our house, which had a nice green lawn and stone walls we could play on as we passed by it this way or that. All the data I had collected to this point in my supposedly developing brain had moon stuff neatly filed with night stuff, so the question naturally arose in my mind, "What the heck is the moon doing out during the day?"
But while there was something somehow wrong about it, something was also very right about it, very miraculous and mysterious, yes, something was very right about the moon's presence dancing without paying any notice whatsoever to the much brighter (but not that much brighter) Sun in the same sky communicated to me something of a brave spirit, not afraid to show who she was despite the presence of the Man with the Big Light. After all it was his sky, and she was parading across it, stealing the show, as it were, at least on some level in a little boy's brain, which was still a decade away from asking itself if it had ever had a real conversation with anyone.
Remembrance of this trivial fact in a long life many decades after the fact, through a prismic understanding of the tangents it ignited, sees this event now as a painting in the mind, with the regular and regal and unstoppable procession of the white queen through the day sky in the presence of the golden king of our solar system meant that all was well, as long as the queen came around regularly as the Sun just sat there and smiled contentedly.
In the memory of this scene, I am usually running happily, or riding a very fast bicycle, with an overwhelming feeling that everything was good and right in this world, if you could only understand why the beautiful moon, every now and then, appeared during the day.
· ·
For these and other, deeper reasons, right around this time, no earlier than 12 but no later than 14, I decided that I wouldn't grow up. It was based on what I saw all the adults around me doing. They were constantly forgetting that there is so much more to life than making money, and hiding behind the excuse of having to make it to the extent that they simply forgot, or were somehow forced to forget, what life is all about.
I remember thinking, I don't want to be like them. With them it's always about appearing to be tougher than the other guy, or wearing the right kind of makeup to steal some boy from some girl. It didn't occur to me way back then that there were environments and families that were beyond that kind of cookie cutter lifestyle that we had in the 1950s, when everybody believed what they heard on TV, and nobody even contemplated any version of revolution because life in the Wasp suburbs of Boston was so excellently beautiful. The playground was around the corner and the lake was not very far away.
Always on television it was about killing and money. I preferred listening to the river, and seeing how animals, specifically caterpillars, were so comfortable in their luxurious homes that people driving by fast in big cars thought were just bushes. When I saw my first caterpillar wriggle out and go airborne, I knew what the moon had told me was true. I saw it many years later in the photos from the Hubble space telescope, same process, different level.
I don't recall the specific punishment that ultimately threw me over the edge about all this and caused me to run away from home repeatedly, but long before that I was telling friends, "I don't want to be like them" and as I look around today, tears well in my eyes, and it is no satisfaction that I was right on the button so many frustrating years ago.
I don't want be like you, my fellow human beings. I have always wanted to be something more, something kinder.
I had realized that children see something that adults have forgotten how to see — namely, their own dreams. And I have vowed — and kept that vow — to never let go of that vision of what really is that only a child can see for real.
· ·
My life has come full circle in this self-made career of firing psychopolitical nukes into the cybersphere. I couldn't communicate with my parents then and I can't communicate with my readers now. Friends pat me on the back and say, oh, it's just that people have become too dumbed down, and certainly that is true on a certain level, but this propagandized malaise that is about to make so many of us go extinct at this time is even more disillusioning that that.
I've invented all these psychological concepts — all of which work wonderfully, BTW — to allow us to see all the things we've been missing, notably the subtle totalitarian coma that has descended over our minds for the past hundred years, where each aspect of our existence has been commandeered by some corporate entrepreneur, who links up with the worldwide corporate network and drives all the competition to despair and, very often, suicide, with stacked decks, fixed deals and trick contracts.
And as the religious zealots prove every day with their futile broadsides at their chosen enemy denomination, nothing ever gets accomplished on this level. This con has gone on since the dawn of time. But kids don't do it until adults teach them how to do it, and this is exactly where the downward spiral begins.
Humanity must be turned from a death cult into a life cult.
There is only one attitude that can save the world, that can prevent human society from destroying itself and everything it loves with its own pretensions.
And it would only take one thing, one little twist of the perceptual apparatus and the emotional balance beam.
That one thing?
Instead of teaching children, we should learn from them.
Instead of molding them into worker bees and parrot professors, we should let them guide us, because they — and only they — know the way home, and that's where we want to go.
That thing you lost along the way? They still have it. It's the most important thing anybody ever owns. Far too many of us let it slip away too long ago.
Oh sure, sure, you say they're just regurgitating what we their parents have told them, right?
The answer would be ... precisely! As in the eyes of your children, in their answer, you have what you told them refined by their dreams. You have what you always hoped for made visible.
Too few parents realize — along with all those others who realize then forget it — that these are the most important words you will ever hear in your life, as well as your marching orders for the future.
They are still connected to the dream that you had that ultimately made them, and their dreams will ultimately make you. Be sure and follow along home. This is the road to peace. Did you ever know a kid who prefers war? The only ones who do were taught to do so by their parents.
If you're ever asked where you heard this information, you can say that you heard it on one particularly beautiful day from the afternoon moon.
If you ever ask her about it, she's quite likely to remember you.
John Kaminski is a writer who lives on the Gulf Coast of Florida, constantly trying to figure out why we are destroying ourselves, and pinpointing a corrupt belief system as the engine of our demise. Solely dependent on contributions from readers, please support his work by mail:
250 N. McCall Rd. #2,
Englewood
FL 34223
USA
About that thing you may have lost along the way
27th January 2012
Back when I was around 13, on those days when I was not terrorizing the neighborhood on my very fast bicycle, probably most often when I was walking home from school, I always marveled at the afternoon moon, big white disc shining through the gleaming blue sky on a glittering sunny day.
Usually I noticed it right by St. Mary's Church, about a half mile south of our house, which had a nice green lawn and stone walls we could play on as we passed by it this way or that. All the data I had collected to this point in my supposedly developing brain had moon stuff neatly filed with night stuff, so the question naturally arose in my mind, "What the heck is the moon doing out during the day?"
But while there was something somehow wrong about it, something was also very right about it, very miraculous and mysterious, yes, something was very right about the moon's presence dancing without paying any notice whatsoever to the much brighter (but not that much brighter) Sun in the same sky communicated to me something of a brave spirit, not afraid to show who she was despite the presence of the Man with the Big Light. After all it was his sky, and she was parading across it, stealing the show, as it were, at least on some level in a little boy's brain, which was still a decade away from asking itself if it had ever had a real conversation with anyone.
Remembrance of this trivial fact in a long life many decades after the fact, through a prismic understanding of the tangents it ignited, sees this event now as a painting in the mind, with the regular and regal and unstoppable procession of the white queen through the day sky in the presence of the golden king of our solar system meant that all was well, as long as the queen came around regularly as the Sun just sat there and smiled contentedly.
In the memory of this scene, I am usually running happily, or riding a very fast bicycle, with an overwhelming feeling that everything was good and right in this world, if you could only understand why the beautiful moon, every now and then, appeared during the day.
· ·
For these and other, deeper reasons, right around this time, no earlier than 12 but no later than 14, I decided that I wouldn't grow up. It was based on what I saw all the adults around me doing. They were constantly forgetting that there is so much more to life than making money, and hiding behind the excuse of having to make it to the extent that they simply forgot, or were somehow forced to forget, what life is all about.
I remember thinking, I don't want to be like them. With them it's always about appearing to be tougher than the other guy, or wearing the right kind of makeup to steal some boy from some girl. It didn't occur to me way back then that there were environments and families that were beyond that kind of cookie cutter lifestyle that we had in the 1950s, when everybody believed what they heard on TV, and nobody even contemplated any version of revolution because life in the Wasp suburbs of Boston was so excellently beautiful. The playground was around the corner and the lake was not very far away.
Always on television it was about killing and money. I preferred listening to the river, and seeing how animals, specifically caterpillars, were so comfortable in their luxurious homes that people driving by fast in big cars thought were just bushes. When I saw my first caterpillar wriggle out and go airborne, I knew what the moon had told me was true. I saw it many years later in the photos from the Hubble space telescope, same process, different level.
I don't recall the specific punishment that ultimately threw me over the edge about all this and caused me to run away from home repeatedly, but long before that I was telling friends, "I don't want to be like them" and as I look around today, tears well in my eyes, and it is no satisfaction that I was right on the button so many frustrating years ago.
I don't want be like you, my fellow human beings. I have always wanted to be something more, something kinder.
I had realized that children see something that adults have forgotten how to see — namely, their own dreams. And I have vowed — and kept that vow — to never let go of that vision of what really is that only a child can see for real.
· ·
My life has come full circle in this self-made career of firing psychopolitical nukes into the cybersphere. I couldn't communicate with my parents then and I can't communicate with my readers now. Friends pat me on the back and say, oh, it's just that people have become too dumbed down, and certainly that is true on a certain level, but this propagandized malaise that is about to make so many of us go extinct at this time is even more disillusioning that that.
I've invented all these psychological concepts — all of which work wonderfully, BTW — to allow us to see all the things we've been missing, notably the subtle totalitarian coma that has descended over our minds for the past hundred years, where each aspect of our existence has been commandeered by some corporate entrepreneur, who links up with the worldwide corporate network and drives all the competition to despair and, very often, suicide, with stacked decks, fixed deals and trick contracts.
And as the religious zealots prove every day with their futile broadsides at their chosen enemy denomination, nothing ever gets accomplished on this level. This con has gone on since the dawn of time. But kids don't do it until adults teach them how to do it, and this is exactly where the downward spiral begins.
Humanity must be turned from a death cult into a life cult.
There is only one attitude that can save the world, that can prevent human society from destroying itself and everything it loves with its own pretensions.
And it would only take one thing, one little twist of the perceptual apparatus and the emotional balance beam.
That one thing?
Instead of teaching children, we should learn from them.
Instead of molding them into worker bees and parrot professors, we should let them guide us, because they — and only they — know the way home, and that's where we want to go.
That thing you lost along the way? They still have it. It's the most important thing anybody ever owns. Far too many of us let it slip away too long ago.
Oh sure, sure, you say they're just regurgitating what we their parents have told them, right?
The answer would be ... precisely! As in the eyes of your children, in their answer, you have what you told them refined by their dreams. You have what you always hoped for made visible.
Too few parents realize — along with all those others who realize then forget it — that these are the most important words you will ever hear in your life, as well as your marching orders for the future.
They are still connected to the dream that you had that ultimately made them, and their dreams will ultimately make you. Be sure and follow along home. This is the road to peace. Did you ever know a kid who prefers war? The only ones who do were taught to do so by their parents.
If you're ever asked where you heard this information, you can say that you heard it on one particularly beautiful day from the afternoon moon.
If you ever ask her about it, she's quite likely to remember you.
John Kaminski is a writer who lives on the Gulf Coast of Florida, constantly trying to figure out why we are destroying ourselves, and pinpointing a corrupt belief system as the engine of our demise. Solely dependent on contributions from readers, please support his work by mail:
250 N. McCall Rd. #2,
Englewood
FL 34223
USA
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