The Northern Lights are fake. They want the sky. Just like they want the weather. This stuff is just some new kind of drone they’re working on. It’s still all being beta tested. They’re just seeing what they can do. Wait until they add in the voice to skull stuff. The stuff they tried out in the Iraq War, where the troops thought they could hear Allah telling them to surrender. They’re going to be able to stage the Second Coming, if they want to.
And why would they do that?
To make Jesus say that the New Jerusalem is imminent. By which what they really mean is the technocratic world government. Everyone will, like, hear that in their own heads. As if Jesus was talking to them directly.
Or they’ll simulate an alien invasion. And tell us that they only thing that can save us is a technocratic world government.
The Northern Lights are just nature’s just showing off. Cicero wanted us inoculate against beauty – that kind of beauty.
Don’t place your faith in beauty – natural beauty, Cicero said. Don’t look for meaning in the natural order. Not even in the Northern Lights, blazing sublimely.
Meaning’s transcendent or not at all. Meaning arrives from without – only from without.
Northern lights.
Blind – it’s all blind. Impersonal. There’s neither hate nor love. There’s no yearning – that’s just anthropomorphism.
Northern Lights.
That’s Satan blazing. I saw Satan fall to earth on the O.M. campus.
The Northern Light’s are nature putting on its display. Showing what it can do.
Or what the campus drones can do. Don’t believe any of this is real.
Are there Southern lights, too? You never hear about them. Imagine all the penguins, looking up in awe.
And still the Northern Lights. Still flashing.
They can’t be fake. It’s a message to us. God’s message.
What does it say? This is my sky, and fuck off organisational managers?
It’s saying that there’s something vaster than us – greater. Something good.
Are the Northern lights good? I just see indifference.
I swear I can hear the Northern lights. Are they supposed to make a sound? That rumbling?
That’s the drilling.
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