Rainbow Blight (Part 2 of 4)
Rainbow Blight (Part 2 of 4)
Destruction as construction, chaos as order.
Read part one here
In the last part, we ended with a midwit’s tautological theory of why rainbows are just fine and dandy. He was unmoved by talk of prisms, poisons, dolls and clowns, and capped things off with an accusation of bigotry.
If I have bigotry within me, it’s against ugly design. By that I mean a design that’s not only intentionally hideous, but strategically so. The rainbow anti-aesthetic is probably the most basic example of such a strategy. I’m sure a Grande Dame of Queerdom like Liberace would’ve also found displays like this to be repulsive:
But how did we get from the rainbow of Genesis to the divisive, destructive, militant and hideous kind that is currently devouring a generation, body and soul? And why is this symbol now glued to the verbiage of the Devil’s favorite sin?
First, let’s take a closer look at God’s version.
The Sign of the Covenant
In the bible, the rainbow signifies the end of the Flood, marking a new flourishing of life upon the Earth in the wake of almost total ruin. When God speaks of the rainbow to Noah, it has nothing to do with the rainbow’s aesthetic “beauty.” Like other aspects of Genesis, it’s connected to phenomena that are natural and conform to reason.
For example, the order of creation — from light as its first and simplest node to Man as the final and most complex one — correlates highly with the physicalist’s current understanding of both cosmic expansion and the evolutionary epochs of life.1 That’s because the God of Heaven and the God of Nature are the same God, expressed in different languages.
It’s worth noting that the biblical flood of Genesis isn’t a fairy tale or metaphor either. There’s plenty of evidence in the geological and fossil records that suggest a worldwide flood and mass extinction event that occurred roughly 14,000 years ago, affecting vast landmasses that are still submerged below sea-level today. The humans who survived that calamity are likely our oldest traceable ancestors, and their successful project to repopulate the Earth with life and intelligible order is the foundation for everything we see and experience today.
In that sense, a rainbow that appeared in the wake of that disaster was possibly the most “beautiful” thing they’d ever seen. It was essentially a starting pistol in the race to rebuild a drowned and shattered world, making love and babies and tools and domiciles and nations and such. Indeed, when God relayed his rainbow covenant to Noah, it was in the immediate wake of his commands to not kill each other, and to “be fruitful and increase in number; multiply on the earth and increase upon it.”
In return, the covenant is a promise that God makes — not only to us but to all forms of life:
This is the sign of the covenant I am making between me and you and every living creature with you, a covenant for all generations to come: I have set my rainbow in the clouds, and it will be the sign of the covenant between me and the earth. Whenever I bring clouds over the earth and the rainbow appears in the clouds, I will remember my covenant between me and you and all living creatures of every kind. Never again will the waters become a flood to destroy all life. Whenever the rainbow appears in the clouds, I will see it and remember the everlasting covenant between God and all living creatures of every kind on the earth.
Genesis (9:12-16)
When we connect the two promises — of Man to God and vice versa — the rainbow of the covenant is also a sign of fertility, virility, fecundity. “Gettin’ it on,” in other words, but in an orderly and honorable way that ensures the development of functional and prosperous societies alongside the growth of their populations.
For that we have the rituals of courtship, marriage and childrearing. This is to remind us that God’s promise to protect us from comet strikes and whatnot doesn’t mean we can do whatever we want, to whomever we want, whenever the mood strikes us. As conscious beings limited by time and space, we must make our lives and actions as meaningful as possible, and commit at least part of those lives to building a future that we understand we won’t live to see.
Part of that commitment is found in sex. As sexual dimorphs, we typically seek out forms that are different but complementary to ours, solving the problem of Self and Other in an exciting and pleasurable way. One form completes the other to produce a unique new being that displays aspects of both. The child is the union of Selves that is also its own Self, reifying the ultimate magic of Creation.
A similar dance of reproduction is performed by many living creatures, but humans are unique in that our products ship with the inherited spark of the divine. Birds do it, bees do it, but in the words of songbird Carly Simon, “Nobody does it better.”
From total devastation, the promise of life, the future and love everlasting.
Thanks, rainbow.
But as per usual, there is a certain breed of invisible jerks who “wander through the world for the ruin of souls.” Their master’s favorite trick is to invert God’s truth at a fundamental level, while disguising it in its most superficial forms.
And they’ve had their beady little eyes set on that rainbow covenant for a very long time. Because they don’t want us to endure the next worldwide disaster, but to trigger it.
Delusion From Illusion
For those who worship demons — wittingly or otherwise — the rainbow has a different meaning and usage. Theirs is rooted in magic, and in particular the magic of illusion.
A rainbow is a trick of the light, so to speak. It’s something you can “see” but never touch. It is everywhere and nowhere, having no origin other than angle of the sun and the observer’s eye. There is no rainbow connection, you dumb frog, because there is nothing actually there to connect with.
As a material symbol, however, the rainbow can express a certain kind of sinister power. It’s a power that has traditionally been used against the children of the modern West, to train us to confuse ugliness for beauty, and degrade our ability to perceive a structure to reality that’s both intentional and inviolable.
In place of that structure, our own human intentions are claimed to rule supreme, as was expressed by the Thelemic cultist’s lone commandment:
“Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.”
In other words:
YOLO everybody!
The crowds scream in delight because they’ve succumbed to that very illusion. They believe they’re seeing something like “self-actualization” — even courage — instead of hungry predators creeping closer to their prey. The rainbow camouflage assists in this hunting mechanism, due to the way rainbows have been marketed to us all since we were kids.
The perverted old clown twerking in his undies is reveling in a sadistic form of exhibitionism. By exposing himself to children to the sound of cheers and fanfare, their blood-deep instincts to laugh or cry at the sight of such a predator are being twisted into a mindless reflex to approve and applaud. They lack the tools to even begin to investigate and understand what he’s really up to, and that ignorance has been weaponized against them.
What we see in the video above — and in countless others recorded throughout this month — are acts of child abuse. In the beginning, a crossdresser in lingerie writhes on the floor, simulating a grotesque parody of female sexual arousal while the kids are dazzled by colored strobe lights. By the end, a thickly muscled man in spandex thrusts his anus at a bunch of toddlers and their mommies.
Throughout it all, these endlessly tolerant mommies clap and squeal, “Yaaaaay!” In doing so, a signal is being transmitted into their children’s undeveloped eyes, ears and minds:
“Don’t be scared of these people, who get pleasure from harming you.”
As my brother Knight says at the end:
“That shit should be illegal, bro.”
I agree, bro. And yet, it is the opposite of illegal. In fact, it may be that Sir Stevie and I will be convicted of committing crimes one day, merely for speaking out against its glorification.
This is already the case in some Western nations, including old Britannia. Here in the U.S. there are similar calls to punish criticism of such blatant child abuse. Parents who object have been labeled “domestic terrorists” by the Deep State. Politicians call them bigots and child-murderers, and their social media parakeets openly bay for their blood.
That’s because these assaults on the young are defended, promoted and celebrated by the wealthiest and most powerful people and organizations in the world. The reason for this has everything to do with the way they see not only little kids, but all of us.
We are their toys.
We are their drugs.
We are their weapons.
Their ultimate goal of all this madness is to get us accustomed to being played with, snorted and sacrificed as cannon fodder. They’ve been at this game for quite some time, playing it across multiple battlefields. But, because of a quirk in human biology, their favorite target has long been education.
The Tower Method
When we’re born, we’re surrounded by a blizzard of visual forms. These forms contain no meaning for us at first: there’s only light bouncing off unknown surfaces, and the colors and shapes they conjure in our minds.
To derive meaning from these forms we are gradually taught their names, as well as what they do or how they’re properly used. We also learn to see how the parts of a form fit together into a cohesive whole, and to compare such parts and wholes to others like them.
Beauty reveals itself through such comparisons, as some forms are more symmetrical, robust and/or refined than others. This apple seems okay, but that one looks much juicier. Rodin’s Adam is very good, but it’s got nothing on Michelangelo’s Pieta.
It’s an astonishing process, when you think about how many names and functions there are to learn, and how fast and well humans can do it. The result is a mind that can think simultaneously in words, sounds and pictures, and which can recognize beauty and orderly structure even in forms that we’re seeing for the very first time. It can even build and name beautiful and useful forms of its own design, imbuing those forms with new meaning and purpose.
When you take into account how much more complexity exists today than even a hundred years ago, and how we still manage to learn to navigate and expand so much of it by the time we reach adulthood, you’ll perhaps begin to see what is meant by “the spark of the divine.” Given our limited lifespans, there’s no earthly reason we should be able to write symphonies, let alone the codebase for League of Legends.
On the other hand, because Nature is congruent with the Divine, the lengthiness of our development cycle is likewise congruent with the results of increased local and global complexity over time. Human biology invests in a very long maturation process compared to most other species. Our physical and mental growth doesn’t really kick into high gear until early adolescence, and doesn’t stop until we reach our mid-twenties or so. Before that, we experience what we’ve come to think as pre-adolescence, or “childhood.”
While the concept has varied over the course of human history, children are generally considered to be humans who aren’t yet capable of making wise decisions or navigating reality on their own. We understand they lack the proper intellectual tools and experiences to do these things competently, or the physical strength to survive harsh challenges and errors. To repair this deficiency in a somewhat kinder and safer way than just dumping a bunch of toddlers in the water and telling them to swim, we devised methods of education that scale with the child’s growing pool of experiences and abilities over time.
The idea is similar to constructing a tower, in which each new tier of complexity is built upon the last. If the process goes as planned, the child will be ready to comprehend the next set of concepts at the demarcated age (i.e. the next “year” or “grade”). And if we also build spiritual instruction into that educational process — reminding the child that he or she is more than just information embedded in a meat robot — the tower will stand strong against the kinds of appetites and temptations that could send both itself and society crashing down.
When we say something like “A seven-year-old isn’t ready for that,” it used to strictly mean concepts of logic and language that were likely beyond their current grasp. A good education therefore recognizes and respects a child’s limited understanding of the world. It exposes them to only that for which they’ve been prepared, so as not to overwhelm, bewilder and dishearten them.
The Color Bomb
This is all very bad news, down in Deviltown. The more a mind is trained to see intentional order and beauty, and to see its owner as something other than an object to be used, the closer it may get to glimpsing the truth of God. While a soul in the grip of demons may be saved, it’s much harder to steal one back from the light. To modify a phrase, “Once you go God, you never go Zod.”
So, the answer has always been to get ‘em while they’re young, sabotage the tower at its lowest possible floors. As we’ve seen with CRT, DEI, LGBTQIP2SAA+ and other nefarious acronyms, the strategy has culminated in a bizarre struggle over whether 3rd graders should be taught about the best ways to perform fellatio and hate their own skin color.
But this kind of insanity didn’t just pop into existence one day. It was the inevitable result of decades of programming, addicting us to ugliness and pretty lies from a tender age. Training us to not only deconstruct the colors and forms, but to detonate and mutate and scramble them beyond all sense and recognition.
There’s nothing inherently evil about the prismatic arc. The main problem is that it’s all potentiality, no actuality. It’s disassembled light, with the potential to be reconfigured by an artist into something beautiful. In fact, the illusion of the spectrum we see in the sky can even be said to convey a kind of mathematical “beauty,” in the gradient order it illuminates.
The colors aren’t actually divisible into (R)ed, (O)range, (Y)ellow, (G)reen, (B)lue, (I)ndigo and (P)urple. Such unscientific categories are just a shorthand we’ve developed, for the purpose of greater working utility in art and commerce. And as
noted in the comments last time, it’s far from the only one:I got curious about this because I know that in Japan it also has 7 colors. So I looked up some Japanese sources. They think that in America it only has 6 (i.e. the fake and gay rainbow is now seen as the American rainbow ....); 5 in Germany, 3 in Taiwan, and 2 (!?) in some parts of SE Asia, while some African tribes count 8 colors. I find this a bit suspect. No way could anyone only see 2 colors in a rainbow. OTOH Naomi Wolf posted an interesting speculation recently that the Homeric world did not see blue, among other colors. To them the sky was bronze and the sea was "wine-dark." (Blue is the color of the BVM ... who had not been born yet!) So color perceptions probably do differ to some extent.
In establishing such color categories, we simplify a continuum which, in actuality, contains as many colors as our instruments can measure (and that’s even leaving aside concepts like quantum superpositions of color).
And like all natural phenomena, it contains God’s truth at its core: Like colors, humans are all connected along one stratum of observation, yet each of us is unique at a level beyond our ability to fully measure or categorize.
Humanity itself is a gradient, in other words. A spectrum of innumerable nodes.
But what happens when you plant a bomb inside that spectrum, and blow it to smithereens?
In a word:
Chaos.
In the next part, I’ll try to give my thoughts on how such of acts of sabotage poison the mind’s eye, and particularly a young, developing one. Sadly, I’ll also expose an ugly truth about how we were all groomed and poisoned from a tender age, by something most of us probably loved (including yours truly).
One other thing: When I peeped my notes, I realized that I’ll likely need to extend this series to four articles. Hopefully I’ll be still able to finish before the clock runs out, and Sloth Month starts in earnest.
(On the other hand, that crowd is notorious for running late; maybe I can squeeze by on a technicality.)
Continue to Part Three.
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The fact that the typical postmodern scientist substitutes blind chance and random mutation for intentional authorship is one of many victories our Enemy has scored in recent centuries. But there’s little argument that the order seems to line up well, even from them.
"They lack the tools to even begin to investigate and understand what he’s really up to, and that ignorance has been weaponized against them."
So real it's almost painful. So many people are so woefully ignorant of the true size of eldritch beast and its many pernicious aspects that they don't even know what they don't know. It would take entire text books of primer just to catch them up so they could understand the even the base fundamentals of even the things you're talking about here. To me, it's esoteric, yes, but I get it... mostly. I imagine if I said some of this to my less spiritually alert acquaintances, they'd think I was a rambling lunatic.
I also saw a video the other day about how bright colors are ruining our brains and sabotaging our attention span. I'd need to go back and find it to do it justice, but, one of the most salient points I recall is that advertising companies and more malicious forces still use bright colors to hijack our pattern recognition abilities. He points out that bright, vivid colors are often rare in nature, and while aposematism, as you pointed out in your last article, is usually when you come across it, he made the point that desirable things are also sometimes brightly and vividly colored. A cloudless blue sky, green, lush grass, ripe, shiny fruits and berries - I've seen hypothesis that the whole meme about Tide Pods being "forbidden fruit" is because the bright, shiny, glossy appearance and texture reminds our monkey brains of ripe, juicy berries (which, of course, can also kill you, but, hey - that's beside the point). So, our brains are wired to search for bright colors, both as a sign to stay away or to come closer, so, naturally, when we're surrounded by bright colors all the time, it almost has a hypnotic effect to it, which, if I had to guess, is probably part of where you're going with the children's media. Bad as the technicolor nightmare of ponies is, it's nothing compared to the sheer sensory overload that children are exposed to. I don't know if you've ever heard of Cocomelon or Pinkfong, which seem to have dethroned Barney the Purple (!) Dinosaur and Seasame Street as de facto virtual babysitters for young children who's parents want them to shut up for an hour, but they're massively popular. I watched some of them out of curiosity since Cocomelon in particular has been meme'd so hard, and could only stomach a few minutes - the bright colors is nauseating and repetitive, droning, chanting music gives me a headache, not to mention it's all so ugly that it gives me a horrible, wretched feeling in the pit of my stomach. I can only imagine what it does to the underdeveloped brain of a baby. And, of course, the fact that it's deleterious to their development never even occurs to the parents.
Anyways, fascinating read, and I'm really looking forward to the next installment.
1. I can't believe that I can communicate directly with the author of such a piece. Words fail me. Thank you, Mark. Ok, here are a couple of words. I have never, ever, seen the connection between "be fruitful and multiply" and the nonfruitful claiming of the rainbow. I am stunned by the whole piece.
2. That man/woman who I think is the US Surgeon General is calling for a Summer of Pride. So the slothful gluttons may indeed buy you some more time.