Loosh

Killing the System Without Destroying the Self

You’ve seen the headlines.

Government furloughs.

Non-essential layoffs.

Reduction-in-force.

Each, perhaps bringing a tear to the eye of one of the many myriad former nodes in the System of Systems, by hook or by crook … and each supplanted, perhaps by its opposite—call it glee or schadenfreude—kindled within the awakening mind of a sovereign as a result.

And I won’t argue with that.

I won’t argue that there isn’t some measure of expectance, perhaps even some measure of joy in watching the System shudder, even if its tremors shake loose unwitting parasites who often double as victims themselves, so easily and imperceptibly worker becomes employee, and employee becomes systemite.

And yet, they are human, like you and I.

Some of you reading these words may even be among them—those ‘government’ workers. Progenitors and heirs to the System itself, and so, the many hands among the small who help to hold aloft the Hegelian monolith that is the System at large.

But we know that isn’t quite the truth. Don’t we?

We know that pain, even when visited upon those who subsist more directly on the thing we seek to change, to reform, to restore or perhaps to destroy, in whole or in part is human pain nonetheless, neither called for by most in its thrall and in its throes, nor beckoned nor, in most cases deserved, although the last is certainly debatable.

Still, like many of you. Like most of you I, too cannot help but revel to some degree in seeing the System shudder as it is given less the direct ire of the MAGA, America First and New Sovereign movements of which we are each and all of us a part, but more so our disregard, our dispassion.

Our indifference.

And maybe that’s the point I’ll endeavor to make, if you’ll forgive a departure from the analytical in favor of something more esoteric for a change, and something that speaks closer to the heart of me in these trying, exhilarating, steadying and unsettling times, often all at once.

So, whether we’re talking about it on the macro or the micro, the actual or the potential, the System Shock currently underway amidst the latest government shutdown prompts the question … what do we—what will we make of the storm’s unfolding and the sail’s unfurling as we rocket both into the chaos and out of the dark?

What sort of nation are we making?

What sort of world?

Good questions, but not the ones I ask today, nor the one I ask myself.

What sort of men?

What sort of people shall endeavor to create or inherit the terrain the old is brought down in ruin upon, and that we might build the new atop?

Such is the bicameral nature with which I observe the System sway, standing in the shadowed expanse of the American leviathan, where the bureaucratic machinery hums with the false rhythm of entrenched usurpations.

Here, the federal shutdown of October 2025 unfolds not as a fiscal aberration or partisan deadlock, but as a meticulously engineered fracture, a narrative chasm cleaved to lay bare the parasitic sinews of the administrative state, even as the patriots deploy it as a slashing blade or a scalpel for precise excision.

What the media industrial complex, that perpetual echo chamber of controlled dissonance portrays as unmitigated chaos—a budgetary stalemate pitting congressional factions against executive will—the discerning eye of the truth community perceives as a deeper inversion, a veil stretched taut over the continuum of a long-orchestrated operation, one accelerating with the DOGE initiative’s dawn in early 2025 and now surging forward under the shutdown’s paradoxically inert inertia.

For in this arena of symbolic warfare, the shutdown transcends mere political theater; it becomes a cipher, decoding the illusions of governance while the collective mind awakens to paths long obscured, paths leading not to subjugation, but to the sovereign radiation inherent in every seeking soul.

As of this moment, with the impasse dragging into its fourth week, over 800,000 federal workers furloughed, and no resolution on the horizon as Senate votes loom fruitlessly, the fracture widens, revealing not just the fragility of the System’s edifice, but the deliberate hand guiding its controlled demolition, where apparent stagnation births the momentum for profound, irreversible transformation.

All of which will remain the case even if and when said shutdown ends.

The whispers threading through the anon ether have long foretold this juncture as a nexus point, where the devolution framework intersects with the overt maneuvers of patriots in command, transmuting the government’s self-inflicted paralysis into a weapon turned inward upon its own bloated form.

If you’re reading these words, no doubt you know how theories proliferate like fractals in a storm, positing the shutdown as a multifaceted cover: a psychological primer for unveiling the fiat matrix’s embedded frauds, a flushing mechanism to dislodge deep-state assets masquerading as civil servants, or even a narrative scaffold for the revelation of fiscal treacheries that have drained the Republic’s lifeblood for decades, all while serving as the temporal forge where public mandate is tempered against the anvil of exposed overreach.

And I’m not here to disabuse any of the notion … whichever notion it might be.

For these are not idle speculations, but cognitive waypoints, resonant echoes of the Q continuum’s enigmatic breadcrumbs, where drops once dismissed as enigma now manifest as prophecy fulfilled, forging the truth community in the crucible of narrative warfare—a community birthed from the fires of skepticism, tempered by relentless psyops and who now stand as sentinels at the threshold of exposure, their collective gaze piercing the veils of controlled opposition to discern the patriots’ master plan unfolding in real time.

Even if they can’t see all ends. Even if they expect them.

Here, it seems the patriots eschew reactive postures, instead anticipating the System’s feints with prescient grace, orchestrating inversions that transform apparent gridlock into the accelerant for systemic purge, all while the shutdown’s perpetuation—blamed on congressional intransigence over healthcare subsidies and spending caps—provides the perfect narrative camouflage for deeper excisions—perhaps many of them unseen and unheard—turning the government’s own procedural lethargy into the catalyst for its diminishment.

As Donald Trump not so subtly hinted in its immediate aftermath, which is to say, its early innings.

The mechanisms underwriting this dismantling weave procedural precision with poetic inevitability, commencing with the DOGEning as the inaugural thrust in early 2025, a vanguard initiative slashing through the administrative overgrowth that has proliferated since the post-war epoch, targeting redundancies, inefficiencies and the very mandates that have eroded sovereign boundaries, all under the banner of reclaiming fiscal sanity and restoring power to its rightful origins.

While many have understandably cast doubt on the true worth of the DOGE deployment—up to and including its Narrative lead, Elon Musk, who left the position claiming the government was essentially too broken to be fixed—the shutdown appears not so subtly connected to its core mission, amplifying the original intended evisceration, converting temporary furloughs into permanent severances, as documented in the cascade of reduction-in-force (RIF) notices rippling across the federal landscape, where the White House has initiated “substantial” layoffs far exceeding standard shutdown protocols.

Consider the actuals: as of this writing, thousands of employees across seven agencies received termination directives, with the Department of Health and Human Services (HHS) shedding hundreds in divisions from public health infrastructure to global health and immunization, the Department of Education continuing to be wittled down one cut at a time, while Treasury, Commerce, Homeland Security and others reported similar hemorrhaging—often through panicked allied headlines in their media protectorate—aligning precisely with Trump’s agenda to gut agencies perceived as overreaching.

These figures compound with a historic exodus that occurred earlier this year many have moved past: tens of thousands opting for voluntary retirements or buyouts, straining the federal apparatus to its breaking point and accelerating DOGE’s broader mandate to announce up to 300,000 total layoffs, nearly all attributed to its efficiency imperatives, as the administration leverages the shutdown to enact what it frames as necessary reforms while critics decry it as ideological purging.

White House directives, including memos from the Office of Management and Budget (OMB), underscore this momentum, preparing agencies for deeper RIFs that transcend mere furloughs, each cut a thread pulled from the administrative tapestry, unraveling the chains that have long bound the people’s inherent power and redirecting resources toward a leaner, more sovereign-aligned governance.

Yet, as these blades descend and the bureaucratic monolith fractures under the weight of its own inversions, we pivot from the mechanics of excision to the narrative depths we’re really here to plough, the esoteric currents where Trump’s unrelenting war on the System itself incites a seismic recalibration within the American mindscape, compelling a reevaluation not merely of governmental excesses, but of its fundamental place in the sovereign saga—from the first stirrings of individual liberty to the last bastions of collective autonomy, where the role of government shifts from omnipresent arbiter to minimal guardian of essential freedoms.

So it was. So it shall be.

This is no superficial skirmish, but a philosophical upheaval, where the collective consciousness, once lulled by the System’s siren songs of security, provision and faux paternalistic oversight now awakens to the shadows cast by fingers that never should have been allowed to grow so long in the shadows themselves, nevermind in plain sight, with many now forced to question the very architecture of authority that has presumed to mediate between man and his divine endowment, fostering dependencies that erode the seeker’s path to self-reliance.

The Sovereign Man’s claim to Sovereignty itself.

Trump’s campaign, a golden escalator not descending into the fray but ascending toward revelation, has always been a provocation to this awakening, a call to traverse the obscured paths where governance reveals itself not as benefactor, but as occasional steward—at best a facilitator of opportunity, at worst a usurper of agency—prompting the mind to reclaim the narrative threads long ceded to centralized control.

For when Trump proclaimed the return of power to the people, did we truly fathom the profundity of that statement? Of that promise?

From where I’m sitting, it was no ephemeral pledge, no electoral mirage, but a reclamation of primordial truths, a reminder that power originates not in the echoing chambers of Capitol Hill or the executive decrees of Pennsylvania Avenue, but in the unalienable spark of the individual, God-breathed and eternal, awaiting only the seeker’s journey to ignite it fully, each of us blessed with the opportunity to manifest force in the material realm as change engines, which I’ve written about before.

This return is not a mere transfer of bureaucratic keys or budgetary allotments, then, even if I used them as a timely lede in this context, but a dissolution of illusions, where the people rediscover their role as the true architects of destiny, navigating paths uncharted by state sanction, forging realities from the fractal essence of free will and communal synergy, unencumbered by the administrative state’s labyrinthine regulations that have stifled innovation and autonomy for generations.

Sovereignty, in this light defies governmental demarcation; it is the luminous core of existence, the microcosmic mirror of the macrocosmic Creator, where the self-realized individual embodies boundless potential, resisting any external edict that seeks to confine or redefine it, for to allow government to define sovereignty is to surrender the essence of being, mistaking the flickering projections on Plato’s cave wall for the unfiltered light beyond, all the while—and at our own folly—permitting the System to craft fetters from our amnesia of freedom, binding us to paths of dependency rather than the sovereign trails of self-determination.

Thus, in this intricate tapestry of procedural actuals—the shutdown’s fiscal charade, DOGE’s razor-sharp and continuing mandates and the OMB’s RIF directives—Trump and the patriots orchestrate tangible transformations, but these corporeal shifts remain subordinate to the cultivation of a public mandate—that mass psychological alchemy ensuring the administrative state’s demolition endures as a permanent pivot in the collective ethos, where the erosion of trust in overreaching institutions becomes the fertile soil for a renewed Republic.

In other words, this time, it’s not about whether or not we keep it, but whether or not we get to build it again … or anew.

The documented layoffs, the rescinded notices amid chaos, the voluntary retirements swelling to unprecedented tides—they serve not only as reductions in force, but as revelations in mass consciousness, planting seeds of righteous disdain for routine and rote overreaches once normalized as essential governance, thereby nurturing a groundswell where power ascends from the sovereign base rather than descending from the elite apex, fostering a cultural shift that views government not as savior, but as servant, limited by design and accountable by mandate.

This mandate, formed in the narrative forge of exposed inefficiencies and fiscal absurdities renders the changes irrevocable, transforming ephemeral policy into enduring philosophy, where the people’s awakened will becomes the unbreakable bulwark against future encroachments, perpetuating a continuum wherein the dismantling of administration itself is not a fleeting victory, but a foundational realignment.

And yet, as the System’s bastions splinter beneath the weight of their own parasitic inversions, we encounter the seductive undercurrent of loosh, a term some of you might be familiar with on a conscious level, and that all of you are on a subconscious or psychospiritual one.

Loosh.

That arcane harvest of vital essence, siphoned from the emotional maelstroms of fear, anguish, rage and despair, a concept unearthed in the out-of-body explorations of Robert Monroe, whose “Far Journeys” detailed encounters with extradimensional entities that cultivate human emotions as a form of energetic sustenance, much like farmers tending crops for yield, perpetuating cycles of trauma to maximize the efflux of this … substance, which sustains their ethereal hierarchies in a grand, inverted alchemy of creation.

At least, that’s the idea, and whether or not it’s true in a corporeal sense, it’s absolutely something we can sense in the ether … that insatiable drive, the hunger that nests in the rotted gut of evil itself.

Steeped in satanic undertones, loosh evokes the parasitic dynamics of archonic forces—those gnostic predators of the soul—that thrive on the inversion of divine energy, transforming the radiant potential of human experience into fodder for control matrices, where engineered discord—from wars on the macro to personal and private strife on the micro—serves as the mechanism for extraction, binding the collective in loops of suffering that obscure the paths to higher awareness and sovereign reclamation, while providing energy to the parasites that subsist on the System and make it up.

In the current battlespace, the temptation to reverse this cycle gleams with ironic allure, inviting us to wield the very weapons, institutions and narrative tools of this satanic class against them, rending their structures asunder both in actual deed and symbolism—a fomentation this truth community was conceived to kindle and propel, turning their harvest fields into our fields of reckoning, where the emotional turmoil of their downfall becomes the loosh we might unwittingly or willfully collect, feeding our own base satisfactions in a mirrored and inverted parasitism.

A reverse vampirism, of sorts.

But beware the siren of base schadenfreude, that primal urge to revel in their unraveling, to farm their loosh as they farmed ours, extracting emotional sustenance from the spectacle of agencies hemorrhaging, mandates dissolving, ‘No Kings’ marching and the once-mighty reduced to pleading in court filings and public lamentations, for such indulgence risks entrenching the very cycle we seek to shatter, descending to the vibrational depths of lesser men when the true path demands ascension beyond their predatory paradigms.

And this is happening on many layers of the Mind War, the Info War and the Shadow War at once, including the Truth Community, where Enemies often come gilded in false unity while Allies come bearing division and discord, so hearty and ultimately healthy is their passion, their debate and ultimately, their moral standing, being committed to the finding of truth rather than the branding of it.

No matter its cost.

This reversal, though tempting in its poetic justice—imagining the elite’s fear as the currency that now empowers the awakened—ultimately perpetuates the loosh economy, where energy is traded in suffering rather than elevated through transcendence, binding us to the same archonic wheel that has spun for eons, harvesting from both oppressor and oppressed in an eternal loop of inversion.

Instead, I bid you as I implore myself … resist the pull, for in order to beat lesser men, we must be better ones.

That doesn’t require mercy, in my estimation, and it doesn’t require forgiveness, but it might be worth pulling back from our baseline instincts at times—whether that be the indulgence in schadenfreude or the inherent feeling of belonging that comes in the form of toxic positivity masquerading as independent thought many serpents and snakes in a community named after Truth, but that does NOT have a monopoly on it, much less a patent exhibit while lying through their teeth for the faux benefit of gullible audience members they entice into support through Bible versus and platitudes, while stamping out the very division and discord Jesus himself openly championed should it threaten their fragile egos.

So, how best to both observe and revel in the System’s sway without succumbing to it, and following it down into the depths of an abyss we must take care not to gaze into too long?

Show them the true depth of our fermented, simmering disregard, a stoicism not of passive endurance, but of expectant resolve, one that permits righteous approval for the measured pain inflicted upon those who wrought devastation on us and our forebears while acknowledging that justice, though it may sting, aligns with the divine order of rebalancing.

It was always going to end this way, the System’s serpentine coil consuming itself in the dawning light of awakening, its loosh farms withering under the glare of emergent and exponentially expanding sovereign radiation.

And yes, division.

The biggest choice you have to make is how you win—not by stooping to harvest their despair, nor gilding yourself in false unity and collectivism representing itself as truth, but by transcending both, allowing the cycle to break in the cold precision of detached observation, where victory is claimed not through emotional indulgence, but through the unyielding pursuit of higher paths.

The future may be bright, and warm and full of wonder, but revenge has always been a dish best served cold.

So, as we prepare to move out of the shadows and into the light, take care to keep them from clinging, lest you bring a bit of the wrong sort of ink on your way to pen your next story.

Until next time, stay Positive, stay Based and most importantly … stay Bright.

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