Being and Time Capsule

Technology, Transhumanism and the Information Wars. How will it look in years to come? A Call to Arms to Counter the Evil Empire's Grip.

I am still thinking about the question concerning technology. All kinds of technology. There is still more to think about on this. Technology has us in its grip. In its fist. We are under its thumb. We are, in Heidegger’s words, “set upon.” Technology is changing how we understand what is human, who we are. Young people see their online selves as having a greater significance than their real selves. It could be that they have no coherent conception of their real, human selves. That is a matter to come back to. Relation to Being. Being and Time. Heidegger’s magnum opus. I am thinking about that as well. What is the meaning of being? What is the human (Dasein)? Why is there a plot afoot to transcend the human? A trans human romance. Why, why, why? Why not just let us be?

We are stitched into a narrative like a blanket. And, who (“WHO?”) creates the pattern, the design. Who subsequently gets unpicked and discarded? (“WHO” gets unpicked? Yes, surely, it’s about time for that). Let’s think about “time.”

It is about time.

In years to come, how will the “narrative” have unfolded? We have no idea how things will turn out. It is easy to forget that those immersed in the world of WWII had no idea how things would turn out. There was no guarantee that the National Socialists would be defeated, or that Hitler would end his life in a Berlin bunker. When we watch a WWII film, it is in the comfort of knowing that the war is now all over. Ever distant. We think to ourselves, that was then, but this is now. Hitler was defeated and we all went back to normal.

Actually, we didn’t. Everything had changed, cities flattened, millions uprooted, not least the searing absence of many innocent human beings. That last item needs some thought. Nobody would admit that the original aim of the exercise was to reduce the population, even if it were true. I do wonder, are there types of people who look back and see those absences as perhaps (whisper it) a good thing? That nineteenth century Malthusian fallacy that there are too many people on the planet.

We do know, hypothetically at least, how WWII ended. Well, as much as we can know having all of it mediated to us over time, in all manner of ways and suffused with vested interests of one sort or another. Have you noticed, it's always WWII. The eternal reference point; the point of comparison so many cannot help but make. I know I am not alone there.

Here is a question for you. Is WWII for all its distance and all its nearness now merely source material for various entertainments, or does it present us with a warning?

Imagine being in the thick of that event. Many would have thought and dreaded the prospect of Germany winning, because to them, it looked as though that Teutonic machine would actually conquer. Some, with some cynicism, might say that ultimately, they did. Britain was left with a large debt, and Germany received a lot of help in getting back on its feet. All so simple, all so simplified. Oh, the irony. All those German scientists setting up pharma companies in the United States, other kinds of experts landing there and given new lives…. It does give pause for thought.

But my point is that in media res, in the centre of the storm, nobody quite knew how things would pan out. Nobody quite knew how all of their experiences would have been written about, never mind interpreted.

So. In 2022, How does it feel so far folks? Are we winning? We really don’t know how long this will take, and if we are being funnelled one way or another to a destiny planned out by the globalists. Or, if we are able to awaken enough people to turn the tide in the other direction. In Britain, there is no Churchill. The “woke” youth regard him as the “racist” rather than Hitler. Oh, the irony. In Britain there are only Schwabian devils. Imagine the British WWII cabinet, comprising of Goebbels and Goering. That’s how the awakened might currently see the theatricals. Can I even begin to comprehend the sheer surrealism and unreality of Matt Hancock in a television programme with the name “I’m a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here?” (For non-British readers, he was Britain’s Health Secretary, he ordered Midazolam in large quantities to “deal with” the elderly, vulnerable and he also mandated injections for care home workers. Enough said?).

The thing is, we are aware of the world we are in and, the world we are in “as written about” in the future.  Already, the idea of a legacy is being carved out. (I have written about the ghastly Emily Oster already). How is it and will it all be received? A division is opening between the back pedallers and the dig downers as Toby Young recently put it. The back pedallers claiming ignorance and wanting amnesties, and the dig downers saying we should have been meaner, crueller, harder and faster at it.

The fight over truth and information intensifies. And it does so with a ferocity completely uncalled for had this whole situation been truly innocent, unfolding naturally with no underhand planning. The social media companies, or as I now think of them, the socialist media companies, are straining all their sinews in the effort to control information. They no longer rely on “fact-checkers,” they simply censor at will.

In a long far away world, a world when teaching was fun, and pupils still learned things, we used to play a Time Capsule exercise. You were supposed to select various items and create things to convey to some unknown person in the future what life is like now. A bit like a message in a bottle, only more than that.

Examples would often include today’s newspaper, or magazines, small toy items, pictures, written items such as letters, diaries, or descriptions of life now. The idea was to imagine sealing it carefully, burying it so that someone in the future might find it. It’s an idea I am increasingly warming to.

What would we put in our time capsule to convey our lives and what is happening now I wonder?

Why bother?

Because arguably, a sort of time capsule is being created by the powers that be right now. A controlled narrative exercise authored by Meta – that slimy would-be overview of the world. Artificial Intelligence is being designed to root out wrong opinions and thoughts and stamp them out. Not merely controlling information in the present but for the future. You could say a souped-up modern-day Winston Smith re-writing not merely the Times, but every publication and website.

You can imagine how the narrative will be constructed. Here’s my attempt at a Key stage 2 version:

In the olden days, when humans were just fleshy useless eaters, a terrible virus that came out of the blue in a Wuhan wet market. It was all the fault of the useless eaters who were guilty of climate change and all sorts of terrible thoughts. We called them greedy right-wing people.

The virus gripped and frightened the world and many people fell down in the street! A wonderful man called Mr Gates who was a very rich philanthropist gave scientists money to develop medicines because there were no cures available. He was like a medic but not one. He made the medics make new injections. We called them new vaccines which were safe and effective. These injections saved many, many people. We all owe him a great debt of gratitude. There were silly people who did not understand the injections. Mr Gates made sure they were kept quiet.

He made sure that misinformation was countered by hard working technical people who upped their social credit score with every capture.

Mr Gates made sure everyone was monitored every moment of their lives so that they could not be guilty of having things. Once they owned nothing, they were really happy. Only really, they were no longer “they” anymore. And that’s why we all have a statue of him outside every school to remind us of his greatness.

Am I being cynical? Naughty me.

My thinking is suffused with the knowledge of vast forces of censorship clamped into any form of knowledge mediation. I no longer watch live television, nor read newspapers. This means I would not know for sure if I should include an example in my time capsule or not. Perhaps I’d search my home for old newspapers. Maybe do a “before and after” set. BC and AC. Before Covid and After Covid. Only it will always be Covid I guess. There will never be an “after” Covid.

I recently found some VHS video footage depicting the 1990s. I’m nerdy enough to retain a video tape player. (Why not?) It was the adverts for oil and cars that struck me as fascinating to see again. Yes, there was a past time that did exist where people interacted with each other and were not glued to phones. A time when keeping warm was not a crime and eating what you prefer was not going to be the end of the world.

So, what would be in your ideal capsule? Here is my provisional fantasy one. A little large, but you get the idea.

Any video of life BC.

A letter to people of the future. I’m not sure what language I should use.

Photographs of family, friends, events.

Robert Kennedy’s book, The Real Anthony Fauci;

A copy of the amazing film of Kennedy’s book, The Real Anthony Fauci;

Robert Malone’s Lies my Government Told Me.

The Psychology of Totalitarianism by Mattias Desmet;

The Bodies of Others, by Naomi Wolf. If I had to choose just one book, I think it would be this one, with Robert Malone’s as a close second. Naomi Wolf provides such a powerful account of events as they unfolded along with analysis, evidence and a real understanding the meaning of it all.

A recording of selected Tess Lawrie’s Tess Talks;

This book: Turtles All the Way Down: Vaccine Science and Myth;

A selection of material from those I read on Substack, printed out and credited;

Information on Ivermectin and other re-purposed drugs;

Those weird pictures of blood clots, obviously;

Data, data, data! on injection injury.

Accounts of people including children harmed or killed by injections they did not need.

Lists of Vax injured and/or dead;

Statements and pictures from all kinds of resistance groups;

A carefully selected copy of the magazine: What Doctors Don’t Tell You;

A badge I will have to make declaring: Proud to be an anti-vaxxer!

Some of Bob’s cartoons.

A diary. Someone’s diary.

Money. Cash. Explanation of what it is and how we used it.

A Bible (With commentary).

Obviously, to house all of this material, I will need a Tardis. But not a WHO.

(Naturally, I’m certain to think of other ideas once I publish this. As are you. Put your ideas in the comments below)

Call to arms!

I propose we get to it. Or something like it. How feasible is this? Could we get a project going where we make our time capsules and bury them? In the future, the digging up of these testaments to truth will do much to counter the inevitable lies pumped out by our cowardly politicians and the globalists. Making such capsules may even change the trajectory of events.

I envisage some future Neil Oliver dusting off some dug-up capsule and presenting to the world a glimpse of how things used to be. BC. Before Covid. Before the revolution. The revolution of the elites against the proletariat. Or maybe not.

Because, if there is hope it lies with the proles.

(Thanks to Eric)

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