I realized that for most people today Empathy is just as real as Angels and Succubi were a few hundred years ago (and from then on contiuing non-stop down backwards through time and history. The length of time we’ve been living without the ability to see and hear supernatural beings, is like a tenth of a second in comparison to the combined history of mankind, all the rest of which have included supernatural experiences as a commonplace natural part of the human experience.
– If anybody 500 years ago had proclaimed: “C’mon, you don’t really believe in that!… It’s mere fantasy, those who say they’ve seen an angel are lying! Everybody knows angels don’t exist!”, they’d have been put through a process of evaluation by ministers, preachers and a doctor or two. And at the end it would’ve been concluded that clearly here was an individual who lacked perhaps the one most central, important, and defining ability and experience of the humankind.
There would be a number of years where people generally didn’t believe that a person who had never seen an angel really existed.
But at some point another, and then another, would appear, and eventually it would be established that there is a very small minority of the human species who lack the most central human trait: The ability to see and communicate with god, our creator.
It would give cause for great furore. Most people would go through states of shock, fear or even terror, deep sadness for the poor person who lacked the most human trait of all. But he would obviously have certain characteristics in how he spoke, how he behaved, and his whole world view would be twisted and bizarre as a consequence of that missing component.
Someone who had never seen god, or even an angel or just a small elemental – would of course be prone to excessive pride and self confidence. The humility would be absent or displayed in an oddly edgy, rocky manner, somehow out of tune with everything around him, but only slightly enough for others to find it hard to pin point what it was about him that gave the strange, unsettling sensation.
Worst of all would it be on Sundays and holidays where this person would have to go through the rituals procedures by faking everything, since to him it would seem as if he was talking to the air and he wouldn’t hear the answer that everybody else could hear. He would have to fake and make it seem as if he experienced the same religious event as everybody else.
And most of these rare individuals would be incredibly good at presenting a perfect, flawless version of religious experience. They might be taken for saints, had it not been because they had already been diagnosed with religiopathty, and once everybody had taught themselves what to look for, everybody became religiopath spotters and shared their knowledge and experiences with religiopaths – one’s story more horrific than the other one’s. Most every circus in town would have shows about reliopaths who defiantly told god he was boring and untalented, and that he was so insignificant that to the religiopath he might as well not be there at all. The religiopath character would perform convincingly thrilling scenes where they actually turned so they stood with their backs towards god!! – The crow gasped every time when the moment came and the actor with expressive pride and defiant daredevilish spleen slowly turned his face towards the public, away from the wooden staff which held the role of god (no one would dream of creating god’s actual image, of course, and much less take his place and say his words!! Sacrilege is not the commonplace thing of this period).
Once, just as the actor had turned most of his lower torso towards the public, away from the wooden staff version of god, and then with an especially well performed move made the final turn in one swirling move, the sower’s wife fainted and wouldn’t be awoken for more than an hour.
Bards sang about religiopaths and their discussions with god, arguing “You’re not there, god!” as they looked him straight in the eye.. how did they dare!!??… The song was soon on every bard’s repertoire, and within the beginning of the following year the song had been reworked into countless versions, many of which were locally attached and became vehicles for local lore.
It was soon discovered that religiopaths had a very evil attraction towards entities of older times – before god came and cleansed the world, wiped it clean for all living entities that were not of god. It was a good place now. Clean. No filthy. lowly, decadent and corrupting presence of living awareness and personality where ever one went. It was a practice that would fine tuned until there was only god left, and eventually even he died.. slowly tuning out over a couple of hundred years.
And this is where we meet the beginning of our own era!…
God was dead, and so were almost every other living supernatural entity. Life and the seasons, the cycles and turning of tides fell into a state where they were at the complete mercy of chance, coincidence and accident – plus of course Ill Fortune. Destiny was gone too, and so the whole world became unstable and prone to imbalance. The human race suffered.
The human race suffered for many, many generations. Until they had suffered for so long they couldn’t remember ever having experienced life in any other way. And it was during this era that a certain type of leaders, artists, creators, spiritualists, entertainers, coaches and life guardians as well as property guardians turned up everywhere. And everywhere they came there would be three months of incredible joy, followed by one months of deep pain and depression.
The human species is selfish and childish, basically bad which is why they need god – or someone else, if god is absent, during his absence, to guide and teach and dominate and abuse, and so on.
But before that became reality, the preachers who spread limitless joy for three months and bottomless pain for one month after that, were hated and publicly scapegoated. Nobody mentioned the fact that they gave three times joy for each tear. This was the age of selfish immaturity, and people everywhere demanded and shouted, and insulted and refused, and vandalized, and things became a horrific scene to watch.
If it hadn’t been for the Chosen One-In-Threes, who were born by a goddess, and who’s father is said to be the first of the line that eventually bred Leonardo Da Vinci, and another quite convincing source has it that their first in line of ancestry was the for father in direct lineage to Machiavelli. – But everybody know there have been many semi-gods and god-sons, and titans, etc. – Jeanne d’Arc was found to having been planned to become the materialized representation for the prophesies that taught the coming of the Chosen One-In-Threes – those whom we today know under the term Psychopaths – and their two variations: Sociopaths and Antisocial Personality Disordered – the human species would have been extinct a long, long time ago.
Nobody remember precisely how it happened, but everybody know it was the one-in-threes who saved the world at the very point when it was about to be propelled straight into Judgment Day, with the purpose of creating a new, different globe with a completely different species.
But the One-In-Threes, who had never become vengeful and hating no matter how bad they were spoken about, or how strong expressions of Disgust they were made subject of. They didn’t change their mood or view in the very least but kept a godly calm as the masses wrinkled their noses, lifted their eyebrows and lifted their upper lip so as to expose their teeth. When alone, the threes would laugh a mild laughter when they spoke about the odd results of the masses’ attempts at showing their disgust.
When questioned years later if they’d not felt hurt and become bitter and vengeful in the least, they calmly proclaimed with a mild smile: “Oh, but it was so kind of them to put all that energy into letting us have fun. There were thousands of faces, one more funny than the next”. – It is said one of the threes chuckled ever so softly when this was said.
Yes, that was – some of – the story about the chosen ones who are called psychopaths today. Psycho is a reference to god being in every man’s head. Religion is dead, and so is Religio which means Complete or absolute Emotion, given totally into complete emotion.
But today no one really has emotions. Our aristocracy has become so tainted no one can tell if anybody has any royal blood. So the power has been dealt equally between the millions of individuals, and that’s why there is so much dispute. Everybody are preoccupied with getting some power exercised.
It has gone so far that even the line of psychopaths has become tainted. Just take Adolf Hitler. But today most psychopaths have given up on the human race. A few have been so corrupted the begot sons and daughters with an alien snake race. This escapade has given rise to an evil rumor: That all psychopaths are evil snake scale aliens and members of a New Universal Disorder. It is, of course, pure and clear fantasy. There were only (ONLY!!) 13 psychopaths who got offspring with the alien scale species. But some people just have to weave fantastic psychotic extreme stories from the thinnest of foundations.
I’m afraid that’s all there is to say. The masses have gone crazy. They insist that they feel something called empathy, and something called Remorse – plus something called Guilt (no one have been able to find an explanation that can tell us what the difference between the two is. It seems to mostly a matter of ritual. Both terms must be included, and it is treason to mention that they have the same meaning.
Yes, it’s all falling apart. People see the psychopaths have given up, and this causes them to regress into an even earlier childlike state. It is now very common to find a variety of slanderous descriptions that aim at making it mandatory that all human beings MUST have the same set of feelings and emotions, and in the same degree, based on the same characteristics, etc. etc..
The plan is to build one giant mill that can produce complete copies of billions of human beings., They will have traits that make them capable and willing to live their lives standing up shoulder to shoulder, and never will they feel the smallest tendency towards aggression. Everybody will love everybody else, – it;s going to be easy, there’s only one’s own version, which is perfect and capable only of empathic love. No one will ever kill or raise their voice. How will they conquer the universe, you ask?
Why they will overwhelm everything in their way by their sheer number and – most of all – with their love. They will love and pity people to death.
One will have to be very brave in the new world disorder.
Brave New World disorder!…