Work in Progress

And more Organisational Management campus! Always more Organisational Management campus!

Flags, flying. United Nations, United Nations banners. Celebrating the United Abomination’s sustainability goals.

Big walls, with windows so you watch the construction. With drawn simulations of what’s to be built. Advertising forthcoming attractions.

The entertainment zone. Pictures of cafes and open spaces. Captions in jaunty fonts: Pick up a drink to go. Hold informal meetings and catch-ups. Perfect spots to grab food.

See you grab food, guys. You don’t sit down and, like, eat it. You’re too fucking dynamic for that.

Places for people to meet, chat, share ideas and challenge one another.

Ooh challenge one another. Won’t that be something! It’s not all consensus here …

Coming bars. Mixologists will be at the ready, apparently. Preparing signature cocktails … Places to dance. Places to laugh. There’ll be comedy clubs. Organisation Management campus comedy! What a treat!

Approved comedy! Vetted comedy! Following-the-narrative comedy. Safe comedy! Offending-no-one comedy! With nothing desperate about it. Nothing gasping about it. With no vicious satire of the new world, the coming world.

A future interfaith hub. A general spiritual space. That’s about general contemplation. The common heart of all religions, apparently.

No crucifix here. No Christ writhing on the cross here. Nothing about the Passion here. Nothing about sin. Nothing about sacred horror. No Lord Shiva being a badass here. No invocations of Amalek. Or Antichrist. No child sacrifices to Ba’al. Just general hope-y stuff. We’re all-human-together stuff. General Gaia-y stuff. Worshipping sustainability! And the planet!

Which is why it overlaps with a future sustainability hub, under (green) construction. Pictures of future humanity and all life, living in harmony. The whole human family and our whole animal family. Uncle chimp and aunty bonobo. Great grandad flatworm. Distant cousin: tapeworm. Cousin’s cousin: mole-rat. And our more distant jellyfish relatives. Our bacteria relatives. All the flora and fauna. The whole web of fucking life …

And it’s part of a whole coming ethics complex. Which, in turn is part of a future kindness zone. A future healing hub. A future health hub. Sponsored by Bill and Melinda Gates-of-Hell. And the Rockefeller Foundation. All the predatory philanthropists …

And even a coming sports zone. Badminton, basically. There’ll be a great badminton hall. That’ll be the campus sport, apparently: badminton.  

And the coming leisure zone. Activities for all ages. Places to date. To meet someone. Spaces for team activities. For bowling. Darts. Beer pong. Beer pong! Have you ever played beer pong?

And now the future science space, which is really at one with the sustainability hub. Consensus science. Settled science. Safe and effective science. Explaining-it-all science. Friendly universe science. Supposed to inspired wonder. And reverence. About the wonderful world we live in. About spaceship Earth. About our little blue orb in the great darkness. About our precious orb. Our endangered orb. Videos of David Attenborough waxing by turns apocalyptic and rhapsodic …  

And a zoned creativity space. Art for all abilities. All backgrounds. All ages. Democratic art. Something for everyone. Nothing difficult or hard to attain. No technical skill required. No greatness here. Creative writing workshops. You’ll be able to write gratitude journals and the like. List the things for which you can thank the campus.  

We’ve seen the future! We’ve seen the campus they’re building for the people of the future. If you’ll feel at home here, you’re a campus person. You’re a person who will inherit the future. And if you don’t? If you’re depressed by the campus … If you despair because of the campus … If it appals you, the campus? It’s either exile, or straight to the euthanasia booths!  

Are there actually euthanasia booths?

There will be.

God, do those Organisational Managers know how interesting we are? Like, how we’re transforming their lives?

They don’t deserve us. They think Philosophy’s some toy. Something they can play with. Those fuckers! They don’t understand that we’re not just some novelty. Not just some bauble. Not just something that will amuse them for a bit, before they work their disgusting Organisational Management magic on us, before they absorb us, or whatever.

Those fuckers! They think they can just toy with us. Or whatever. That they can just invite us to their party. To their party. On their terms. Making us cross their threshold (which will soon be our threshold.) Making us cross their campus (which will soon be our campus.) Which goes on forever! Which is fucking infinite! Which is taking over the world!. Making us cross it with our postgraduates. With our Doktorkinderen. Deliberately making us feel small and insignificant. Deliberately demoralising us. Rather than knowing ourselves as the heirs of the philosophical logos, or whatever. Rather than the latest descendants of the great philosophical tradition.

They don’t even understood that were crap at philosophy. That we’re a bunch of idiots from provincial universities. They don’t even get that we fall far short How stupid we are. What idiots we are. They don’t see that we’re essentially second rate and third rate and fourth rate (except Helmut, maybe. Except Kitten, probably. And she’s not here.)

They don’t understand how unique our stupidity is. How special it is. How it makes us us. Such as we are. Such as we’ll always be. Which is what Cicero treasured. Which is what she saw in us, when she combed the country for our kind – the interesting kind. Which is why Cicero brought us together, to see what idiocy could do.

And now Cicero’s gone and we’re bereft and what are we going to do without her? Without her protection? Did she know that the Organisational Management wolves would be circling? Did she know that we’d be wandering, lost on the Organisational Management campus?

We should pray, or something. We should call up to the heavens. To the real sky, rather than the fake sky. Above the satellites. A prayer, from our philosophical hearts. From the depths of our idiocy. From our philosophical pathos. From our infinite philosophical eros …

You’ve won, Organisational Management! You’ve won!

We’ve given up – psychologically. We’ve thrown in the towel. We’re winded. We’re doubled up, on the floor. We’ve already accepted our defeat. On their terms!

We’ve surrendered. We do nothing but surrender. We’re waving the flag. We’ve given up. We’ll do anything they want.

We were outmanoeuvered. Out-strategised. At every turn. Outplayed!

My God, it was easy. It was effortless. Just a flick of the wing-tip. Just a slightly raised eyebrow. And that was it!

You’ve won, Organisational Management. You don’t even need your victory acknowledged. You don’t need us to pay tribute. To kneel at your feet, or whatever. You accept our subservience as a matter of course. Our obedience. It’s How Things Are. How Things Must Be.

You’ve won, Organisational Management. And we’ve lost – it’s that simple.

A toast to you: well done, adversary. Bravo, fuckers. The world’s yours. The earth is yours to poison and control.

And we won’t resist. We won’t do anything. We’re tired of fighting. Just give us instructions. We’ll do as you say. Just tell us what you want …

Some leader you are, Shiva!

You should be inspiring us! Giving us a vision! Didn’t you learn anything on the management training courses?

You should be a mascot, not a leader, Shiva! How are you going to stand up to the Organisational Managers in your various meetings? How are you going to advance the philosophical cause? Make a case for us? Voice our objections to pretty much everything?

And yet Cicero made you our leader. She must have know what she was doing. She must have had some plan. She had a special love for you, Shiva – we could all see that. You were, like, her chosen successor. Selected for special attention. As the chosen one. As the future leader. To whom everything was going to be entrusted.

They’re making a place for us here, on the Organisational Management campus. Which really means a tomb for us. Which really means a place where we can be buried. Where we can lie down in the earth.

They’re throwing a party for us, in the Organisational Management towers. They’re welcoming us. Which really means destroying us. Which really means casting us out. Destroying philosophy!

And we’re the only philosophy unit in the region. For miles! There’s nothing at Northumbria. They closed down the department at Sunderland. Of course they did! There’s nothing at Teeside.

There’s Durham, of course. Yes, Durham! We’re all envious of Durham! But we’re carrying the philosophical torch for the city. We’re its sole bearers in Newcastle. A great responsibility!

We’re bearers of civilisation. We’re keeping the flame – the philosophical flame. And the European philosophy flame to boot. There are barely any European philosophy departments left anywhere.

Which means Organisational Management is intent upon destroying European philosophy. European thought.

 

Philosophers in residence: that’s what we’ll be! Pet philosophers! Toy philosophers! For amusement! For diversion! For a break in the Organisational Management routine!

 

When our backs are completely against the wall, what then? When we’ve been utterly backed into our corner: what? What will we become?

When philosophy’s on the ropes: what then? When philosophy’s desperate? What will we become? What will we do?

Are we going to find out tonight?

The campus has plans for us. The campus is programming us. This is the campus brainwashing. Happening in real time!

There’s a malevolent intelligence at the heart of it all. Testing its powers. Becoming conscious.

Do you think?

The Singularity is here – right here. It’s awakening. Coming to itself. Seeing what it can do.

There is no Singularity. It’s just Satan. The same old Adversary.

It’s probably listening to us now. AREN’T YOU, FUCKER? It’s enjoying following us working out its plans.

Come on, satanic AI, flash the campus lights if you understand! Give us a sign! Beam something into the heavens! Light up the fucking clouds!

See, we’re being prepared for our role. Our whole lives. Our philosophical careers … our non-careers. Being brought here to Newcastle. It’s for a reason …

Why? By who?

By the opposite of this campus. By the opposite of this sentient horror.

You know how it is in these times. Everything is backwards. Everything is inverted. Doctors are here to destroy health. Big pharma to make sure we stay sick. Banks are here to destroy the economy. The weapons manufacturers will make sure we stay at war. Science is here to destroy the truth. Psychiatrists to destroy minds. And unis are here to destroy education.

They’re decommissioning the old reality, and implementing a new one. Right in front of our eyes. And everyone’s going along with it.

A thousand years of darkness: that’s what’s coming. Slavery. A slavery system. The new Hell. They’re building Hell.

A world Satanic government. A world Satanic religion. That’s what they want.

The whole of our lives, run by Satanic elites. By the new Satanic order.

It’s a war on God. On the Creation. They’re going after everything’s that’s holy and sacred. They want to wipe out the image of God. This is a metaphysical war.

 

Satan isn’t a creator. He can only twist and deform what God’s created. He can only hijack – take over. But he’s good at that.

This is a war on creation. This is war by possession. Infestation. That’s Satan’s M.O.

 

We have to understand what kind of battle this is, what we’re up against.

The enemy is not human. Realise that.

There is no human solution for this. There are just … layers and layers of evil.

 

Evil wants to propagate evil. Evil wants there to be more evil.

They don’t just want to own us, they want us to be evil like them. They want to take us to hell, like them.

This world is demonic. This system. And they want to make us demonic, too.

 

This is the last war. They want to modify every species on the planet. To genetically alter every living thing. To, like, spite God. To spite the Creation.

This is the Luciferian Age. The world is as Satanic temple. These are as the days of Noah. There’s only degradation. Debasement. Our endless fall.

 

Omniscience: that’s what they want. The all seeing eye. The perpetual surveillance state … Fucking Sauron, man.

Nimrod sits at the top of the tower of Babel and can see fucking everything.

 

They’re building a technological body for the Antichrist – that’s the secret.

The Antichrist will be full machine and full human. Both at once.

 

They serve a dead god. They serve a dead world. They serve a prison planet.

They know God’s real, the evil ones. They want to do something so bad that God will do something to punish them. They know that God’s real and they spit in his face. And they do it because they want to be caught.

 

But God is the alpha and the omega. God wins in the end.

We’re soft robots, to the Organisational Management campus. Soft machines. Biologically programmable robots.

They want to enslave us. To experiment on us. The capacity for philosophy – that’s what they’re targeting. The ability to question. Our capacity for independent thought.

They want to shut down our faculties. Switch parts of us off. Target the part of our brain responsible for belief, for independence.

Cognitive decline – that’s what they want to induce. Artificial depression … They want to hijack our hippocampuses. Hijack memory, learning. They want to induce memory loss, emotional disruptions, psychological disorders, general brain fog.

They’re after our brains. Our fontal cortices. They want us stupid – more stupid. They’re attacking the brain with their hydrogels. They’re busting through the blood/brain barrier.

And they want to install their narratives. To supplant our memories with their terrifying narratives. They want us docile, fearful, miserable. Ready for orders. Ready for mind control.

That’s how they’re creating humanity 2.0. Homo obedient. The new breed of servitor.

 

We’ve been infiltrated. They’re changing our genes. They’re editing our genes remotely – in real time. They’re fucking with the genome. Turning us into Frankenhumans.

Directed evolution – that’s what it’s all about. It’s soft robotics. To hybridise us. To give us new synthetic bodies … To transition us from carbon-based to silicon-based life-forms. That’s the plan.

We’re being used as hosts for a new AI system. We’re the infrastructure. They’re using our biology. Humanoid platforms: that’s what we are.

 

Human beings are a natural resource and to be used as a resource. That’s their belief. It’s no longer a human society, it’s a machine resource management system.

We’re stock, that’s all. And some stock will be upgraded, some just dispensed with, according to what they need.

We’re the sheep, and the sheep are always led to the slaughter.

 

They want to integrate us into the global brain system. Into a mind-controlled population under the global superstate.

They want to make humankind into some other thing. A giant Borg hivemind. Without individual personhood. Just a node of the giant web. Part of the fucking matrix.

All of us, integrated into the global brain system. And if you’re not … you’ll be a rogue, a threat. A walking biowarfare agent.

 

A population control grid. That’s what they’re aiming at. A bio-fascist security grid. They’re looking for a total management solution. A total organisational solution.

They’ve studied the great control systems from the past. They’re up on the techniques of Hitler and Mao. The ancient Romans. They’re keen students of tyrannical history.

But they’re going to raise them up a notch. They’re perfecting their digital slavery system. Their behavioural psychology. Their neurolingusitic programming. They’re altering our minds. Tenderizing our minds. They’re ruling by group psychology and fear. By black magic, in other words.

There’ll be only controllers and controlled – that’s all.

 

We’re breathing in their strontium. Their barium. Their aluminium. Their manganese. Their polymer fibres.

The air itself – poisoned. The clouds themselves – poisoned. The dust that falls through the air – poison dust. The earth at our feet – poisoned. The grass – poison grass.

They’re poisoned it all. They’ve saturated it all. It’s omnicide.

What’s amazing is that there’s anything alive.

 

It’s all happening above our heads. The real battle. The real war for civilisation.

There’s a battle in the clouds. Vast events. Sublime events. The giants are at war, and we’re trying to understand the war.

We want to understand the agendas. The players. All the secret operations. But we’ll never understand them.

 

The mercantile era is coming to an end, we know that.

They’re breaking in the new system. Everything’s lined up – every major logistical element.

They’re decommissioning the old reality, and implementing a new one. And everyone’s going along with it

They’re busy with the clear and hold op. With the wiping up potential pockets of resistance op. Nothing’s too trivial for them. Even a philosophy department – sorry, unit – in the provinces.

Our kind have to go under, for the common good – we know that. It’s our turn now. We have to be crushed. Weeded out. They’ve won the major battles. Now they’re turning their attentions to us.

The Organisational Management campus.

We’re losing ourselves. Forgetting who we were. Forgetting what it was like outside – outside the campus. In the real world.

Becoming vague. Becoming brain-fogged. Is it something in the air? Are they pumping something into the air? Some anti-philosophy gas. Some anti-thinking substance.

They’re probably raining it down from the clouds. From the controlled sky. From the controlled clouds. Raining barium and strontium and God knows what else -ium. Pouring it down …

We have to remember … the people we were. The would-be philosophers that we once we were. Recite the great names of philosophy. Gilles Deleuze. Franz Rosenzweig. Recite quotations. In the original language! Like mantras! Help us out, Helmut!

Helmut, talking almost to himself. Wo aber ist Gefähr, wächst das Rettende auch. Looking at us: But where there is danger, a rescuing element grows, too. Yes Helmut, yes! Exactly, Helmut!

Helmut, quoting: Nie könnte Gott dir näher sein,/Also wo Verzweiflung auch zerbirst:/In Zions selbstversunkenem Licht.

In English, Helmut! What does it mean?

Never is God closer to you/as in the deepest doubt:/in the selfwithdrawn light of Zion.

Thank you, Helmut. You have it, Helmut!