Killing Consensus

Killing Consensus

Samuel Bird

It is hard to move past contextual consensus. I have written a few books and read hundreds, and yet still feel like the illiterate farm boy that I was. I can suggest all the facts that oppose this experience, but the experience of being such a farm boy is still present. This contextual consensus comes from the narrative of my life and my seemingness of it. The issue is that the story is chosen, whether by fate or self, and we are left to accentuate and ignore experiences, or else we say the totalizing, “It is what it is.” However, what of when our contextual consensus is either too niche in scope or else does not apply to the new series of experiences we live now? How much psychological torment from cognitive dissonance can we experience until we seek integration via a new storytelling? As someone who has had a long and troubled story to get to Christianity, I can now take memories and ad hoc suggest the fated result. However, prior to being a Christian and recalling and processing these experiences in my new story, I either never thought of these memories or else considered them meaningless. You may say that we should then build a story that captures the most actual scenes, but the issue is that fewer scenes as paradynamic microcosms allow us to see the larger story through one memory as art. The more we can reduce our faith to a cross, love to a poem, pain to a song, the more we can understand it in one moment. This is why propaganda needs symbols as compressed meaning. You can live out the contextual consensus in one moment. Slogans offer such a symbol. “Christ is Lord.” It is a short phrase that says more than it does via meaning by implying and gesturing to something more than it is. The things it implies were in the author’s mind, centralized to a few words, and then blossom out into a whole world of your ideas once you hear it. Of course, your experience and the authors' could vary more in this poetic inference than with exact predicates, but it is artful. In doing so, you are drawn more to it than a long list of who Christ is and what He does. Your mind is caught away into your experience of the idea, or Christ, in this instance. He is no longer something to hear about, but for what you can infer about Him, to have your own experience of Him in your mind. Contextual consensus is both vital to live with and difficult to evaluate and adjust. Consider the god killing tools to do so. I have, as of late, been concerned with the mass contextual consensus that my world lives under. I will get called evil for my non-acceptance of the current consensus on things I have written about such as hate and violence. However, most “ethical” disagreements are either disagreements on the epistemology of what happened or else what the epistemology that makes ethics. I would be seen as evil for not accepting the same facts, and with reason. For example, when I am critical of the cause of children's victimization in war, I will get critiqued for my language being rhetoric that can turn to violence. I am not foolish enough to fall for such, because one is only slightly possible, and the other actually happened. My slippery slope versus your instantiated mayhem are not equals. I will not accept consensus from those who won’t accept their own. I am tired of academics using the words “we” and “us” when they demonstrate their findings as if it is some given we have established. No, I will not grant your subliminal assertions. I stand opposed to a world that opposes me. I am naturally defiant, but I have reason to push back against the order we pretend has no disorder and that we can’t reorder. 

I read all these history books that take today’s contingent context and paint it over all of history. Obvious problem: what about tomorrow’s context? If we are at the end of history and have arrived at enlightenment, what do we leave for the next generation but to call us liars when they see what we did to the earth, our bloodline, and belief? Of course, we only see something through our eyes, but that sight approximates outside of those eyes when we imagine what it would be like to see outside them. As I have an interest in ideas across time, I can’t find a society that was more dogmatic of their consensus. You may say the faiths of the past had  inquisitions, but five thousand people over four hundred years doesn’t touch the hundred million dead to a false notion that persists on human nature not being a given, and the onslaught of effects on a gradient of punitive reaction to the degree on takes the post war consensus. We are told all of history led to here, and now we have arrived. It was all for the equality, diversity, and liberty. However, how good is a system that dies on its own? I don’t need to kill the modern consensus, it sways as a beast ready to topple. All I need to do is make room for the mind’s of men to have access to new and ancient consensus’s. When man finds he was lied to about who he was, he will need a God to keep him from destroying the earth in revenge. Incense rises. The sun of today is in the twilight of the cults lies and heads to its night in anticipation of the dawn of true man who sits in his being. There are so many things we can not question and the antecedent side, but we are then not allowed to notice dilemmas on the consequent side. Permit your sight, man. See what you see. If what they say does not obtain what you need, perhaps their words are not for you. We don’t need great wealth. We don’t need great technology. We don’t need more liberty. We need to spring up in a world prepared to meet us through proven ancient wisdom, familial engagement, communal support in identifying and living out our life mission, to have offspring and continue on our blessed lineage, and to lie down in death with adoration at the wholeness of what was life. We will in this new dawn walk in the light of God reborn and newly immortal in our eyes. Our being will fall into place and we will be nothing more or less than what we are, by the hand of God and ourselves. Fathers and mothers will hold loved children in humble homes built around the tribe and upheld in subsistence by the God that home is secret church for. How long? How long will you allow your enemies to lie to you and for you to take the lie because you are threatened with expulsion from a society you do not get to belong to? Is the law for the man, or the man for the law? Let us here conclude that if the law has to tie to the foundations of reality and also is to our detriment, that law can’t be for our sake or its own. We get to choose the mercy we have to the perporters of these lies, but we do not have the liberty to have mercy on the ideas that left us here because of what they did to betray our being, blood, and beloved. When we burn the proverbial libraries and evangalize the faith of the new world, we will be no more apologetic than they were when they burnt the libraries held in our blood and built their artless society on our ancestral lands. Break the consensus. This propaganda is not worth its cost to you. In their effort to steal meaning, they left us with the greatest means to do so: We either rebuild the world that is meaningful, or we die a death for that meaning and as such become meaningful. They have left us with too beautiful of a story to do anything less than to live out. They will tell us that we hurt them by our turning away, but we must recall that they are our enemies. The good can’t allow the soft heart that sponsored his rise to defence of his cause to be infiltrated by the deceit of his enemies. We have to stop legitimizing bad ideas by thinking about them. I know, how could we know they are so without thinking about them. I don’t have a response to that. For now, we can just hate modernity. It loves it when we do that because we become powerless in our actionless lament. We instead need to address it. Nothing else will be anything less than giving it power. We must dare to hope in a dark world shadowed by an enmity between heaven. Only that is a threat from within. Modernity can suppress the “who” and privilege the “what,” but the day will come when a “who” will begin to question what he is. What is the real without its witness?

Their consensus is complex as they cite their context. They will have some article of faith that you are both socially pressured to accept, and then outside of its epistemic nature, your tender sentiments are turned against you to accept it. Some story of victimhood will be shared, but they will rush past the point of the story of who these alleged victims are to you or what context they lay in. Then through complex series of layered and socially contextualized reasoning, they will eventually take you to the point that you can’t defend your offspring as the control of children is illibertine to them, and the defense of blood was used in their tragedy. Three generations in a row fell for it until now. If it is a pile of strangers or a drop of blood, the blood lives on. I am one of the hated sons who was traded by his own blood for them to cash-in on the consensus of our new worlds. As faustian bargains always do, eventually the income stream from my enslavement was no longer received by my progenetors. We were sold out and for nothing. There is no price I will trade my blood and God for. Tell me I won’t be a real academic unless I abandon God, and I go to write in caves and forests with God. Tell me that I can’t be so selfish as to care for my little ones over a man I have never met, I will ridicule this man I never met for his supposition as I walk away toward a better life with my children. We act out of a position of desperation, and as such, when an idea fails us, we begin to look around. No matter how sacred and unquestionable a consensus is, somewhere in the third generation of it stealing our lives meaning and access to means to make it so, we don’t care. Yes, I will be your villain. I will not bow to your undivine gods. I will not see the pleasant sounding oaths and creeds that permit me in your midst. I will not. I am not a revolutionary. I think at large that if your society offers the means of existence outlined prior, you should bow yourself to it. However, it is not me that revolted, but my society. It was in too much of a hurry to use my means and labor to ruin my offsprings future. If it would have just been slower, I would have likely been to foolish to notice. Who will you stand with? Will you go down with the consensus designed to comandeer yourself from yourself? Will you abandon loyalty to all that which is ontologically close to you? Will you risk death as a vote for the sanctity of life? I know where I stand, and it is not from heroism but fear. I can’t afford to do anymore great evil in my life. I owe it to my blood to choose them over the hoard. I owe it to my God to choose Him over the elite that seek the death of the soul He tries to save. I even owe it to myself to choose my mythos over the linguistic deconstruction of my story. Do you hear that my friend? It creaks and groans over its bloated weight. It swings its live rotting corpse as the mangy beast fights of the last breathes before death. The only question for you is if you will allow the corpse of the beast to crush you when it falls, or if you will only suffer the coughing of the dust it throws into the air. Your sons and daughters watch from a year your actions are recorded into. Where is their hero's bravery? Where is their victor's virtue? Where is their sire's love? Will you go back to suckle on the dried-up teet of the beast? Will you gorge yourself on the poisoned lies of your rulers? Will you vote against being by not being a part of it? The historians hold pen to paper, waiting for what you will do. And, what will you do? Where will you fall? Where will you rise? Who will you champion? The war is messy but the cause can be simplified. Will you fight for your enemies or the only three things that were ever loyal to you: Your blood, your land, and your God? I will give you grace, my champion. I recognize the fight for your little ones was not fought for you. You do not have the energy of heart gifted by a prior generation to give to the next. You then have only the option of careful allocation of energies of the soul, and to ask God’s grace to give you just enough for His will. His kingdom comes. This one dies. Your blood weighs heavily. What will you do? My aim is that if my enemy is looking for a symbolic victim to take out to stifle the rise of the human spirit, my name comes up quickly.