Return of the Old Gods
The emergence of arcane symbology within the simulation
The old gods are returning.
Nietzsche declared the death of God, and he was right in a civilizational sense. Though God lives, human civilization has chosen to serve mammon instead. Consumerism reigns above all else, and by the 90s, the sun had set on the memory of God in the west. For your average church-goer, God receives devoted worship a couple hours on Sundays, while mammon receives it the rest of the week. A casual faith emerged so terribly unlike “Christianity” that one could hardly refer to it as such a thing.
Church became about consumption. One only goes to a church if they have the right music, the right prayer, that preacher that you like oh so much, and the perfect time-slot, never starting too early or ending too late. “Christians” discovered that worship could be just the way that they desired it to be. All they needed to do was find the institution that was suited to their needs. It’s much worse now. For your average “Christian” today, mammon is worshiped every day of the week without fail, even during the time-slot reserved for El Elyon, the Highest.
It’s been a terribly, spiritually dry time since this death occurred. I remember growing up during the aughts. The hatred and mockery of God was palpable in all forms of media. Neither adults nor children could escape it. The elites desired to remove the True Faith from the memory of the west, so the barrage of propaganda against our God was a necessary strategic step forward. Few millennials made it out of this time with their faith intact. Unless you somehow were exposed to the increasingly rare True Faith during that time, you likely didn’t survive the transition.
By some miracle, I was exposed to the True Faith during that time, and I never forgot my encounters no matter what I endured from childhood all the way through adolescence and into adulthood. I remember looking around at my classmates in high school, realizing that most of these kids had never encountered Him, had never felt the manifest presence of God. It was the only explanation for how they interfaced with the world. They were godless, though many of them thought that they were Christian.
I am barely a millennial, born in ‘94, and most of my high school classmates couldn’t overcome the corrosive media culture of the aughts. I can’t blame them for falling away; their Christian parents probably spent more time worshiping mammon around them anyway. What were they supposed to do?…endure that cultural storm without having been taught the weapons of their Christian faith, the weapons of a laid-down life? They had never seen anyone who claimed to be a Christian actually lay down their life, their desires, their wants, their dreams, and their needs and instead grab hold of what God had set before them regardless of the trials. No. Many of the “Christians” that they had been exposed to had lived for themselves and unto themselves, participating in the mammon system of worship almost by accident—if one really ponders it—though not without fault.
They hadn’t been raised Christians.
They had been raised consumers, and the moment that they realized it was the moment that they chose to walk away from God.
This doesn’t account for every case, but it accounts for many. I struggled with faith as all do, but I came out the other side of high school and college with a deeper communion with God, through His power not mine. However, I’m still mystified by the devastation that was wrought during those years to those whose faith didn’t survive the trials. Could a generation of a society that once cherished the True Faith so easily forget their foundations? If so, what was the point of this exercise of life to begin with? Could this have been avoided or is it just fate that hubris will one day overtake a culture regardless of what one does?
Materialism reigned. Empiricism reigned. Consumerism reigned. Sexual perversion reigned. The years that the godless overtook America will never be forgotten. But we've now arrived at a different time, more people have begun to remember the God of the west and the heavenly realms. People in my generation and younger have begun to wake up from the nightmare of being their own gods, the New Atheist vision. A turning has come, and many have received the truth that there is no escape from faith. The delusion that each could be their own god has faded, and they are beginning to take to the divine.
But still, the ways are perilous. In taking to the divine, they've begun to submit to ancient systems of belief though directed sometimes in unexpected directions. Some speak of the emergence of A.I. gods and human-created ruling authorities over mankind. Some have returned to the pagan faiths to worship beings that their most recent ancestors could not fathom. Some hope or speculate that all that surrounds us is a simulation, an illusion. All these trends appearing as signs of the emergence of a strange spiritually transitory time. A road is being paved between the beliefs of modernity and the ancient pathways of the old world that had almost been completely forgotten.
Amongst the zoomers, analog horror, a seamless blending of primal fears and modern technology, reigns as a prominent genre on YouTube. The gen-Xers thought they knew everything, and the millennials thought that science and technology could solve every problem. The gen-Z subconscious seems to see the unknown within that matrix, spiritual horrors and virtual horrors blended and occupying the same topological space in their worldview. Zoomer interests reveal the pathway that gen-Xers couldn’t understand and millennials scorned, a hole of sorts within the intersection of those two prior paradigms, a place where the fears about the encroachment of technology and the pre-modern fears that the ancients held meet and manifest. The mysticism of being is re-emerging within their generation, creating a space for the divine to occupy.
There's hope, but there's also terror. Being on the right path doesn’t mean arriving at the right destination. The likelihood of wrong turns on a civilizational scale are unprecedented. The matrix has made room for the unknown to manifest, but there are many unknowns that ought to stay as enigmas. The subconsciousness of humanity has been rekindled, awakening from an accursed age of quietude only perhaps to stray in the wrong directions.
In the dream of modernism and the delusion of the Enlightenment, we forgot what lurked behind the ancient doors, what altars had been erected in forgotten places, what corrupted liturgies still echo in bygone temples. The world, real or virtual, is spiritually perilous again. Suddenly, pre-modern horrors return but in a warped form, refracted through the digital frame. A “singularity” that no one predicted has waltzed into the room, and none of us can comprehend it. What happens to the world when arcane symbology mixes with the simulacra within the matrix? Are there words capable of describing the unfathomable horrors such a mixture is sure to produce?
Peace came to the world through Christ overturning the powers of the old things that dwelt in darkness that men’s worshipful gaze had lingered on. In truth, I believe that before paganism and polytheism, traces of an ancient monotheism can be found in most traditions, so the One True God is the oldest of the old things. Regardless, our lands in the west have been in a relative peace from the twisted horrors of pagan rituals for a thousand years now or more, the arrival of ancient powers from this hole unveiled in zoomer consciousness stands to invite those forgotten cosmic entities back into our world to wreak havoc once again.
Truthfully, I believe that they are already returning, made manifest in transgenderism and the reigning perversions of our day. The sacrifice of children to the occult doctrines of the alphabet community and through abortion and sex trafficking networks yields to this conclusion.
An old, forgotten world of eldritch horrors, altars, sacrifices, and rituals that are not of the nature of Love found in Christ seem to be peeking out from behind the curtain. The divine is returning and some immediately return to the God of their most recent ancestors, the Lord Jesus Christ, but others embark on dangerous forays into arcane demonology and blasphemous cosmology. A door has opened, and the enemy of our souls is looking to exploit it.
Nevertheless, Christ will forever reign and has already won the war, and as those chosen for such a time as this in our generation, we must rise to the challenge of pushing back these enigmatic horrors of pre-modern consciousness appearing within the postmodern simulacra. They were dead and buried for a reason.
They must never be allowed to fully crawl out from their sealed graves.
reality requires an interpretation, and some will use what others have deemed cursed as a codex in which to decipher the world.
If you’ve missed previous iterations of [RRaI]:
Reality requires an interpretation. [Part 1]
Reality requires an interpretation. [Part 2]
Reality requires an interpretation. [Part 3]
Reality requires an interpretation. [Part 4]
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