The more we (me & my old man) started to dissect popular culture, the more it became like picking apart a nicely frosted cake that was actually full of maggots. This isn’t a new experience, and you either get what I’m talking about or don’t, it’s a personal thing as well regarding what you see as genuine progress and evolution, and what’s just being set up to fuck with people.
But recently I found myself going beyond a kind of disgusted weariness at the increasingly predictable messages, and getting really positvely angry - at horror movies.
The jump-cut, everything is freaky, “don’t mess with powers you don’t understand” filth that tells us to FEAR our own dead (The Other Side Of The Door being the most recent experience I had with this absurd idea) and - of course - that any spirits except the zombie carpenter and his sky daddy are “evil” and out to getcha.
I’ve gone from watching this stuff as a kid, where I have to admit I usually found it inspiring and life-affirming insofar as it acknowledged the unseen realities and spirit beings I also knew existed, but kept privately in my own secret world, to mildly amusing, when I took the side of the spirit or demon (like the entity in Paranormal Activity, who was about 100x more likeable than the dickhead boyfriend) - to positively shocked at the propaganda they conceal behind their appeal to primal senses.
So, I’m starting to think they’re no better than the kind of porn that exists only to drag people deeper into such extreme and debased stuff, that it eventually replaces any kind of meaningful sex you could have with a normal human, especially one you love.
That, too, triggers various primal responses accessed through imagery, and through the “what wires together, fires together” process, has been effective in locking out a lot of people from being able to relate romantically & sexually to other humans in real life.
Do horror movies exist as part of this same sick brainwashing?
I’m beginning to think so - when I read someone overnight on here in a thread simultaneously yearning to be able to perform magick - and yet afraid of spirits? What’s up with, not that individual, but the society we have, where this is something we almost all experience in some way?
And I’m not talking about doing genuinely scary stuff, like engaging in conflict or working with other specific things that could actually harm you, but in general.
WE are spirits - embodied, manifest, and usually far more of a danger (other people and ourselves) than any ghost, demon, or hellbat or whatever.
What if all this is not just cheap-thrills bullshit (which most of us know who have had help from demons and good relationships with the dead) but actually a massive cackling dump of mind-poison?
The modern equivalent of all the crap in Leviticus and other Bible verses that rail against people doing exactly what we do?
Hollyweird and its subsidiaries, satellites & wannabes have set out on a campaign to totally deconstruct society and all forms of commonsense, from their very beginnings but escalating since the end of WW2, and yet this one injunction from ye olden days, they’ve not only left intact, but have reinforced with greater and greater amound of technological/psychological skill at creating fear - of the spiritual presences around us all the time.
Which is all really just our heritage, our birthright, our ancestors and ancestral gods, and most of all - being, not mere meat puppets - who and what we really are - spirits clothed in manifest flesh, equal parts infernal and divine in nature, and in no way less a “spirit” than any god, demon, or wraith.
I’m thinking, this is seriously screwed up, and then I’m thinking a lot of others things lot less pleasant than that!
(And yeah, I know, get me and my “#notallspirits” activism, and there have always been ghost stories, stories of wandering demons since long before the monotheistic mania struck, but the amount of supernatural thrillers being churned out annually seems way out of proportion to me.)