Red-Headed Lobster

In this video, I discuss the intrinsic relationship between teleology, intentionality, and morality.

In order to counteract the louring globalist empire that has recently reared its ugly face for the entire world to see, it is imperative that all indigenous peoples of Europe reidentify with their heathen ancestry so as to ward against their subjugative subordination to a monogovernmental tyranny.

In this podcast, my friend and I discuss whether the true nature of reality is mental or material, and the quest for an answer hereto leads us through a wide-ranging variety of different topics, including the nature of consciousness, free will, and the identity of ultimate reality, aka. God. I have to pardon the audio quality, which isn’t too good with this recording. This will, of course, improve in future podcasts. We are still new to this, so mistakes are sure to be made. I hope that you will bear with us in this respect and choose to see the glass as half full rather than half empty. BTW, stay updated for future podcasts by subscribing to the channel and potentially liking the video, if you found it to be in your taste. I would appreciate it a lot. Enjoy!

The leaves are falling from their pendent height, As though they knew their long-foreboded death Had been declared by Autumn’s wasteful breath, And so my soul is fraught with darksome fright; How come she is so pale with her lost might, Which once knew of a summer’s brewing breeze, As it was wafting through the feathered trees, But now has been closed round by a long night? A bed of wilted blooms is o’er her spread, And with her mortal charm she’s now bedight. I never knew the depths of unprobed dread That steal upon the heart in such a plight, When all of heaven shuts its sounding gates, And leaves the frosting heart to wither as it waits...

When I feel lonely in my sorrow’s cell, As all the light around me fades to grey, And still before me lies the nightly way, With all the fearsome menace of a hell That breathes a mournful doom through vapors fell; When Silence folds her robe around my frame, And, with extinguishment of ardour’s flame, Declares herself my heart’s unwishful spell: Then, through the winding corridors of thought, I follow her soft footsteps to a dell Whose solitary sight is rarely sought By one who hasn’t heard his passion’s knell. And, as I lie in her cold arms embraced, The trails of my lost will are no more to be traced...

"The experience of Beauty is the psychic manifestation of Reality falling in love with itself." How’s that for a mantra?

In this video, I relate my experience of doing a 6-7g dose of magic mushrooms in-depth, and also provide additional explicatory comments on the content of my experience; I specifically touch on the nature of the mushroom’s “intelligence,” and how it presented itself to me as a superior mind containing deep wisdom about the earth as well as the role of humankind in the greater landscape of evolution. By the way, here is the original sentence from Aschylus’s play "Prometheus Bound" that I managed to botch up completely: “βραχεῖ δὲ μύθῳ πάντα συλλήβδην μάθε, πᾶσαι τέχναι βροτοῖσιν ἐκ Προμηθέως.” (lines 505-6)/ "And learn everything collectively in a short phrase (in short speech), all the mortals’ arts come from Prometheus."