Welcome to the Kali-Yuga, Have a Nice Day

I'm going to keep this short and sweet. Words fail me, but not from despair, but from a sense of elation. I've been proven correct, my central thesis is determinately, manifestly, and demonstrably true. Presently, the world burns. This does not disturb me. I'd be more disturbed if human beings weren't ready to kill and destroy each other en masse. It would seem so out of character. What? Does the entire human race have a headache or something?

Currently, the Israelis are still bombing the hell out of Gaza, the densely populated and heavily blockaded strip of land wherein a huge population of women and children live amid the rubble, starvation, and destitution imposed upon them by the Israeli blockade. The current war against Hama, the (let's be clear here) terrorist organization that "governs" Gaza, is a reaction to the October 7th of last year attack by Hamas that left 1,200 Israelis dead. Since then, the Israelis have launched a relentless bombing campaign aimed at crippling Hamas; and, some would claim, ethnically cleansing Palestine.

Iran, which uses Hamas as a proxy against Israel, launched a salvo of drones and missiles at Israel, all but a few of which were shot down by Israel and allied forces, including the U.S., which has proffered vast amounts of military and financial support to Israel, despite world outcries. Meanwhile, war still rages in Ukraine between the Ukrainians and invading Russians; another proxy war between Russia and the U.S., some would claim.

Protests have erupted at major American universities, such as Columbia, New York University, Emory University, etc. Pro-Palestinian students, many of them Jewish progressives, have donned the Keffiyah and chanted the slogan "from the river to the sea," amid brutal police crackdowns and suspensions from their universities. It is a revolutionary movement sweeping the West and is happening in Germany, France, and England.

Meanwhile, Israel is preparing an invasion of the heavily refugee-populated Rafah, while alleged "mass graves" are being unearthed around Rafah hospital and other refugee encampments. Israel is being accused of blockading even American aid and using food as a weapon of war. Cries of "genocide" are growing more shrill, while the situation spirals out of control.

Welcome to the Kali-Yuga! Step right this way, please. We're headed to a very special location, on April 30th, Walpurgisnacht, 2024. We're traversing the Black Corridor.

To return to current affairs, the first criminal trial of a former president is underway, with Donald John Trump facing felony charges that he paid "hush money" to pornographic actress Stormy Daniels to keep her from revealing details of the affair during Trump's successful 2016 bid for the White House. Trump is the favored front-runner in a lackluster cadre of conservative and Right Wing presidential hopefuls, still enjoying teeming support from his fan base, and remaining the most polarizing figure in American presidential politics in recent memory. His charismatic swagger may not save him this time, though.

While that is occurring, the Supreme Court is considering Trump's claim that a sitting President is immune from criminal liability or prosecution.

This month has seen the culmination of several revolutionary events and uprisings, as you can well surmise.

Our original article, entitled "The Black Corridor," is a little booklet-length essay examining the various arcane and revolutionary happenings, births, deaths, massacres, wars, and uprisings, all of which happened in April, but, most specifically from April 20th, Hitler's birthday, to April 30th, his suicide; but, more importantly, Walpurgisnacht, the ancient, unholy high holiday of Satanists and black magicians, a time when, traditionally, witches flew to the Herz mountains in Germany, to the Brocken, where they would hold intercourse with the Devil and all of his kin, kissing his ass and reveling in the darkness and despair of the world. The next day, May Day, is Beltane, celebrating the coming of Summer, celebrated by Pagans and "white witches," Wiccans. It is almost like a fence on which the practitioner can fall on one side or the other depending on the date. But that doesn't concern us here, as we are a simple diviner, not a spell-caster, magician, or witch in the strictest sense of the word. I'm a fortune teller, pure and simple.

The world rages on, and spins on to "random insect doom," as William S. Burroughs once put it. The gods quaff the lifeblood of puny man, so arrogant in his assumptions, so deluded in his existential crisis, his sense of moral righteousness fractionated, but held onto as tightly as a talisman while Shiva dances the Tandava Dance and the Final Hour beckons.

Welcome to the Age of Gloom. Welcome to the Kali-Yuga.

Have a nice day.

Note: The preceding essay will be added to the original article, "The Black Corridor." To read that article, click the link below.