The Brie and Chardonnay crowd avoid like the plague unnatural, genetically modified (GMO) food, as well as any edibles derived from crops on which chemical pesticides or herbicides have been applied. They pay premium prices for food that is closest to how nature has always grown fruits, vegetables and grain. Bear with me as I draw an analogy.
A study by the Centers for Disease Control (CDC) published February 13, alleges that adolescents American girls are exhibiting record high levels of mental illness, suicidal thoughts, low self-esteem and acute depression. American boys are also experiencing these symptoms, though they are more virulent on the distaff side. The media and the CDC are reporting a 60 percent increase in feelings of sadness, hopelessness and suicide risk between 2011 and 2021. Three out of ten girls seriously consider suicide along with fourteen out of one hundred boys.
This is of course profoundly unnatural. The 2020-2021 COVID lockdowns alone cannot account for it. While adolescence has always been a time of confusion for young people, in the past most overcame it and proceeded onward to the pursuit of happiness in adult life: vocation, marriage, children. These were our hopes and expectations prior to the exoteric manifestation of an esoteric revolution that has been bubbling upward from subterranean depths since the Renaissance; what L.F. Céline termed the “…tend á travailler de plus en plus passionément pour l’avénment Royaume des Sciences et du Robot social.”
As you may have heard perhaps a hundred times over the past few years, “The inmates have taken over the asylum.” Indeed. They are now dictating the shape of American childhood. This is accomplished more through public and private secular schools and “popular” corporate culture than legislation. Role models who personify the unnatural are promoted as part of a movement bearing a surreal and ever-lengthening alphabet soup name. What began as LGBTQ has morphed into the more “virtuous” (because “inclusive”) letter/number combination “LGBTQQIP2SAA” (“Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, Queer, Questioning, Intersex, Pansexual, Two-spirit, Asexual, Ally”). It looks like a jest but it’s a deadly serious bureaucracy, with negative consequences (censorship, defamation and deplatforming) for WrongThink on the part of anyone who challenges its lucidity or imposition in the realms of business, government and society at large.
Intimidation by the ruling class is as old as the hills. More than 200 years ago James Iredell of North Carolina, one of our nation’s Founding Fathers, wrote: “Those in power have generally considered all wisdom centered in themselves; that they alone had a right to dictate to the rest of mankind, and that all opposition to their tenets was profane and impious.”
The term “Culture Wars” is too limited in its remit to fully empower us to comprehend the near supremacy of the occult human alchemy at work, a template that was launched in Europe by the Rosicrucian Brotherhood four hundred years ago (cf. Twilight Language, pp. 249-253; The Occult Renaissance Church of Rome, pp. 106-109).
The predatory capitalism that devolved from the laudable free enterprise system of early America (cf. Usury in Christendom, pp. 195-261), is currently in the hands of social engineers who teach us what we are to believe in a given time; the present era being ripe for far-out “lessons” that would have repelled and revolted Americans only a few decades ago. Timing is everything in behavioral modification.
So too is the size and extent of the dosage administered. Sometimes it is the maximum dose—radical and in-your-face— such as Welcome to St. Hell—My Trans Teen Misadventure, the children’s comic book that has won Amazon’s coveted “Editor’s Pick: Best Young Adult Book,” and in Britain is on the shortlist for the “Waterstone Children’s Book Prize.” Don’t be deceived by Amazon’s classification of it as “Young Adult.” Welcome to St. Hell consists of colorful, skillfully rendered cartoons that are alluring to children as young as age eight or nine.
On other occasions the engineers prefer a more camouflaged approach, as for instance Paramount’s Western cable TV series, “Yellowstone,” starring Kevin Costner, which has drawn a large audience. Twitter’s Matthew J. Peterson (@docMJP) observes:
“The (Yellowstone) meme is a very good (i.e. clever) one. It hits on what Hollywood has played off for a very long time: people are so starved for anything that so much as nods to their red state, American existence that they will accept corrupted stories that ultimately revile and betray them. This is what Disney did for a long time before the unvarnished wokeness started soaking through the camouflage. Guys like Disney CEO Robert Iger are masters of this. You can’t let the rubes out there know your actual values, but you help them ‘progress’ by using stories that nod to their own traditional understandings, but you do so ultimately to subvert them…(Yellowstone) ends up bowing to the woke gods.”
This sub-rosa genuflection to the idol of alchemical transformation which is processing us from human to humanoid, is woven throughout the fabric of “harmless pop culture,” to which “only a reactionary prude would object.” From the Grammy Awards to Super Bowl Half-Time shows, alchemy’s Solve et Coagula (tear down and re-make) mandate is manifesting, sometimes with subtlety, more often with impudence.
“Love Wins”?
These days the manifestation of schizophrenia is inescapable. An extreme, unnatural and inorganic ideology—if presented as nutritional science—would be castigated in the salons of Leftism from Berkeley to Beverly Hills, as carcinogenic contamination of the nation’s food supply. When however, it is proclaimed that persons who Divine Providence endowed with xy chromosomes are in fact people who possess xx chromosomes (or the reverse), the sorcery becomes Holy Writ. Our media bosses choose to believe it’s true, so we must too. This is The New Normal. Dissent from it and you’re a hater. “Love wins.”
This resort to “Love” as grounds for compelling us to accept Mad Hatter fantasy as fact, fails to persuade when we consider the extension of this justification in the portents we glimpse in our peripheral vision—for example, the understated but soon to become more emphatic campaign to condition us to accept and then legalize sex with children, incest and bestiality. We grant you, these auguries of the woke agenda are far out on the margins at present, like the obligatory New Normal trans dogma was fifteen years ago.
To resist the next New Normal by which “Love” again becomes the universal solvent that permanently washes away what’s left of civilization’s no-go boundaries, we need to pose an apposite question:
On what basis do we deter the old man who wants to have sex with the bulldog he loves, or the loving mother who desires intercourse with her son? If an adult man loves a consenting 11-year-old girl, why shouldn’t he take her to bed? After all, “Love wins.” Only a “hater” would object. Where do we draw the line? Where does this rationale end? It ends in hell on earth.
The reduction of the serious debate over our compulsory indoctrination, into infantile categories of “You’re a hater, I’m a lover,” amounts to cheerleader jargon serving as an enforcement mechanism for the royal prerogatives of our would-be Overlords. They have lost touch with reality and succeeded in shaming into silence those of us for whom the natural law continues to speak to our conscience.
The infantile are surprised by the consequences of their actions. When they reap what they sow they are bewildered and dismayed. When statisticians inform us we are raising the most depressed and suicidal generation in American history, the woke are perplexed, caught in the coils of their own intrigue. Thoughts and actions that may help them find their way out of this self-inflicted mental health crisis are off-limits.
We’ve been intimidated into withholding from these oppressed people the balance and restoration of their spirit which living in accordance with the laws of nature provide. It pains us to watch fellow Americans destroy their psyche.
The “Gender Dysphoria” of the Tomboy
Overcoming the intimidation propels us to the maxim, “Eternal vigilance is the price of liberty.” In 2023 our vigilance takes the form of bold truth-telling. It is psychologically and spiritually toxic to those girls entering what is typically an interim Tomboy stage, to be labeled as afflicted with “gender dysphoria” that necessitate drastic chemical interventions hawked by Big Pharma, and radical operations that have proved highly lucrative to physicians who perform the surgery.
It is an act of turpitude to tamper with nature and administer synthetic drugs to tomboys—pharmaceuticals which have a high potential for side effects that can lead to osteoporosis and cancer—in order to halt a child’s natural progress toward puberty.
Less well known is the male equivalent of the Tomboy stage, what was long ago called by the pejorative “Sissy,” a harmful and bullying name with which the boys who were thus stigmatized suffered and struggled. Even so, most found a way to affirm their inner strength and natural masculinity, without recourse to estrogen hormones or genital mutilation.
Playing God
The adherence to a credo of the natural with regard to the foods we ingest, while supporting draconian, unnatural medical intervention in our children, is bipolar. Cowed parents and authorities defer to scientism’s notorious penchant for playing God and the result is mass decay in body and mind.
Creation does not require modification, whether genetic, surgical or pharmaceutical. The oldest heresy on earth is the one that privileges our ego over divine nature, announcing that Creation is flawed and must be “repaired” [ תִּיקּוּן עוֹלָם ] through the intervention of human brain power, whose reification is everywhere visible in our time.
Artificial chemicals which elite graduates of Harvard, Yale, MIT and Stanford would never allow to be applied to their food, they submit to being applied to their children, along with mastectomy on girls and the castration of boys.
Only after a public outcry was the appalling assignment of a transgender rapist to a women’s prison in Scotland withdrawn. The alarm which kept the rapist from being housed with women inmates contributed to the resignation this week of Scotland’s leader, Nicola Sturgeon, who has a near religious faith in xy-to-xx chromosomal transmogrification and favors imposing that superstition on Scotland.
Though we were never a fan of the Harry Potter books, their Scottish-resident author J.K. Rowling has been threatened with death and branded with an acronym straight out of a Stalinist bureaucrat’s filing cabinet: “TERF” (“Trans-Exclusionary Radical Feminist”). Rowling’s intrepid opposition has helped to defy conformity to the trans creed in Scotland and throughout the West.
In the U.S. prison system convicts whose genetic makeup consists of male xy chromosomes and yet maintain that they are female continue to be assigned to women’s prisons, with predictable malevolent results (the feminist organization “Keep Prisons Single Sex” defends the rights of female convicts to male-free spaces).
The Warning
What does all this signify alchemically? The word monstrous first appeared in late Middle English, borrowed from the Old French monstre, which itself derives from the Latin monstrum, denoting a portent or warning.
The Emperor of Trans marches naked down Main Street, the corridors of the New York media and the centers of power in Washington D.C.
He parades in our living rooms, on our cell phones and computer screens. All who see him and are desperate to retain their good name and career will shout that the emperor is clothed. “Love wins.” Affirming that a lie is true is an act of love, by woke definition.
Make no mistake: the institutionalization of the big lie is God’s way of discrediting the legion of “experts” and authorities in government, medicine and media, who insist we believe that Adam is Eve because he says he is.
Chesterton observed that a lie is only young once. It’s become so old and decrepit that we frequently encounter people who believe nothing the government or media put forth. They have been burned too often by the deniers of chromosomal biology, a fact so fundamental it is hardwired into the science of living things. All the drug companies and surgeon’s scalpels in the world cannot make it otherwise.
Nature and its law, whether considered as unadulterated food or a healthy planet free of carbon and every other environmental pollution, does not stop at the door of the surgeon, the pharmacist or the cogitations of zealots who demand we submit to the validity of a masquerade upheld by the flimsy thread of a coerced consensus.
The ape of God, the spirit of the counterfeit, does not engender happiness. It attracts assent through duress. It has no life force outside the bankrupt alchemy adopted by tragic persons upon whom we should have compassion; whose hubris causes them to dare to presume to teach and lead us into their sad, depressing, failed path.
It is in God’s organic creation alone that humanity finds health, and where love truly wins. Let us have the audacity to compassionately champion the movement for natural food, soil, air and water, and for natural men and women.
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Michael Hoffman, a former reporter for the New York bureau of the Associated Press, is the author of Secret Societies and Psychological Warfare (2001), The Occult Renaissance Church of Rome (2017), Twilight Language (2021) and six other books. He hosts the podcast, Michael Hoffman’s Revisionist History® and is at work on a book-length study of unfree labor in Britain and colonial America. Michael is an independent scholar free of corporate allegiance and university affiliation.
Dear Mr Hoffman
I also have reservations about JK Rowling, I noted with interest your reference to solve et coagula' in your piece, and have found out Joanne has had this wording tattooed onto her arm in her own handwriting. An unusual thing to do, especially for a writer of children's books.