Trees stuffed into the earth. Already half grown. Already twenty – thirty feet tall. Trees crammed into the earth By some tree planting machine, no doubt. By some stuffing-in-the-earth machine.
Pavement, laid down. Paving stones, laid down. Perfectly, and in these patterns. Real stone, not fake stone – not cheap. They’ve made an effort.
Patterns of paving stones – not cheap. An expense like this. It’s high end. Luxury. Funded by who? For what?
Speculation: they must be here for a purpose – a ritual purpose. A magic purpose. The whole campus, here for some ritual purpose …
The campus city. The city campus.
They have confidence in their new city. Their fake city. Confidence in its future. They think this is going to last.
More: they have confidence that this is how things are going to be. That this is part of the new world – the unrolling of the new world.
Confidence that they’ve built the new normal. That this is what it’s going to look like. Total order. Total management. Confidence that they’re building the ultimate city. Even the last city. That they’ve perfected the city and all cities.
The perfect trap. The perfect prison. To contain us. To lock us down.
This is our re-education camp. They’re re-educating us through their stone. Through their towers. Through the patterns in the paving stones. Through the slogans written on their benches. Through their endless plaques.
They’re re-educating us through their gentle walkways. Through the building names. And the listening lampposts. Through their glass and steel. Through their surveillance equipment. Through their satellites, looking down.
The psychologists designed it all. The behavioural psychologists. At every turn, some behavioural psychology’s trick. Some subordination strategy. Some destroying of questioning and of the power to question.
This is what they’re doing to us. This is how they’re destroying us. How they’re making us capitulate. How they forcing us to think.
We should see it in the pavement – the patterned pavement. Is it supposed to hypnotise us? Is it supposed to placate us? We see it in the rivulets – in their channelled water. Is it supposed to tame us, too? Is it supposed to assist in our channelling?
We think we’re defeated – because of them. We think we’re crushed – and its their fault. We think they’ve won – but they haven’t won. We think we have no chance – but we do. We think we’re ruined – but we’re far from ruined.
The city as lie. These buildings as lie. These paving stones are a lie. The planting of these trees. The channelling of water.
The patterned paving stones – programming us. The trees shoved into the earth: programming us. The rivulets: programming us. Every part of this place, working on us, in its way.
There’s a false religion to glass and steel. There’s a fake religion to these paving stones.
How to stay immune? How to lift ourselves above this? With what knowledge? What gnosis? What relation to what hidden god?
The campus that says, God is dead. The campus where every prophet must die.
There’s magic here. There’s magic practised on the campus.
This world of death. Built of dead matter. Of stones and bitumen and asphalt and cement. Of cast iron and steel and glass and aluminium. Of lime and brick.
The new machine. The body of a new spiritual power. Rising in revolt. Against the true sky. Against the true earth.
This is the house of demons. When will the jackals howl in these palaces? When will wild dogs roam in these mansions? When will God say, ‘She shall be peopled no more forever, nor inhabited for all generations’?
When will the Day Star come? The fire of destruction?
Is there one pocket of righteousness here? Is there one reason this campus should be saved?
Idolatry. The dominance of powers, dominations, spiritual princes. Falsehood. Refusal. Illusion.
We must not be conformed to this.
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