[ trying to say something new after seemingly everything’s already been said ]



This was going to be a bore, I initially felt, after having gone on and on about Power for as long as I can remember. From quite a young age, I understood that pretty much everything here at ‘this place’ seemed to revolve around it. People, as soon as their original childlike innocence become wrapped-up in adult pretence and fake sincerity, were busying themselves with power games, no matter how trifle the matters of their condescending, patronising or outright coercion routines were being played-out. Was it not about who gets to sit next to the other in class or who’s fancied by whom, it was about whose mum was supposed to be prettier or hotter or whose father was richer or bigger. It was always the same, no matter where you were. Competition and Struggle. Guys against guys – who’s cooler, stronger, more capable? Girls against girls, who’s sexier, brighter, more gifted. And then, of course – on the highest and most secret and sublime level, it was a matter of Guys against Girls. Who eventually seduces whom and who really, ultimately needed the other? For what ultimate, unspeakable end(s)? To satisfy whatever unspoken-of petty desire?

Psychology helped me to solve most of those underlying emotional-mechanical puzzles and to see clearly the total arbitrariness and unnecessariness of them. Progressing through life with such a night-view vision, though, I not infrequently felt like an alien treading through turf that has been totally contaminated. A lot of grief and sadness was part of this experience, ranging from having to witness the lifetime embarrassment of someone not realising that I can see through every little indecent attempt of power game-play, all the way to how between men and woman, between almost entirely every meeting, glimpse and encounter, there was always an utterly strange ugliness intertwined with even the apparently sweetest, most romantic moments. Luckily, I wasn’t too much affected by the fools who’d dedicated their entire lives to the worldly struggle for status and power – the ones that read a lot of Macchiavelli but not enough Aristotle (of whom the former was actually the keenest follower, apparently). Despite the fact of living quasi under the rule of those people, it didn’t personally affect me. Not joining their ranks seemed to involve an all-important choice, arrived at through common sense. In the end I felt it meant crossing over to the other side – from being True to Lying. By joining the ranks of Power Trippers that have flaunted the glossy pages of mankind’s historical records as well as gold-inlaid burial mounds, the real question – ”Why Am I Here?” – was only postponed, if not altogether successfully avoided. More than ignorant, it seemed just plain retarded.

Anyway, it was the coincidence of bumping into Robert Greene’s 50th Law book in a charity shop recently, while at the same time the gods were giving me the pleasure of catching up with crazy tv-show Lost (and there in particular with Ben’s character, Benjamin Linus) that I felt, well – let’s give this piece here another angle, maybe an angle that once and for all can do away with all those ridiculous matters of Struggle and Power. Hence, here we are. Spending a few more words on the subject. Hope you enjoy.




When Ben from Lost (whose kind of hobby it is to come up with all sorts of mind-games that help him improve his already formidable skill of attaining and maintaining power) confesses to Juliet how to achieve a certain objective, he reveals the following strategy:

“I find out what a person is emotionally invested in and then I’d use this intelligence to convince them that my ideas are their ideas.”

We feel this little statement is summing up the highest-level strategy in any mundane game of power, proven to work perfectly by secret services and invisible conspirators throughout thousands of years of human history. What people are invested in, emotionally, makes it fairly easy to manipulate their thoughts and consequent actions, pretty much like the behaviour of dogs that can be conditioned through simple stroke and punishment reflexes (more on this analogy see part III). What has been left unsaid, though, is that even Ben himself is following only a supposed ‘conscience’ by entirely dedicating his life to the particular war that he’s leading (preserving the integrity and mystery of the island from the exploitation of the outside world). Thus, his life, like every human beings’, is programmed to serve a so-called Purpose. This Purpose is what attaches everyone, also emotionally, to their entire Sense of Existence and it is the very same Purpose that will ultimately prepare us to even Die for. It is a fundamental and inevitable Paradigm of Human Life. Having a Purpose answers the big ‘Why’ and fuels our daily routines with Spirit and Meaning. So fundamental a linkage is it to our sensation of self and grip on reality that even when facing the imminent threat of starvation, we still maintain in our hearts the last trace of glimmering sparkle that would prevent us from giving-up any hope altogether. Losing it would imply that we’d just as well leave our souls on the meaningless-shelf provided, before exiting down the bleak, endless no-return corridor to death and destruction.

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***EDIT – this piece has now also become part of the SYSTEMICS II book and below is a refined edit …


[ some thoughts on the nature of persecution ]



For quite some time I’ve been thinking about putting together a solid rationale about my ‘spreading the word’ activities in public, about my endeavours to establish a professional loophole that cuts through the complex and tight spiderweb that’s been established – with almost everyone farcically contributing – as our notions, angles and vantage point of ‘human reality’. Such an undertaking raises such enormous issues as counteracting the removal of organs, of lives, ideas, even of gods … or the suppression and persecution of universes, worlds, countries, philosophies, careers, individuals, etc. While on the merely mundane, it involves the shedding of light into our ridiculous struggle of ‘who’s right and who’s wrong’ that has turned out to be a kind of pivot of all human pettiness and its brainwashed, instigated arena called ‘survival of the fittest’ – probably since the beginning of time. Or at least since Keen opted to terminate his brother Able, only to satisfy his jealousy-fueled desire to keep-up appearances, by wiping away that which is Pure and True from the surface of the earth. Or to be more precise, to remove someone else’s above-the-line Visibility for the sake of upholding a wicked, below-the-line Lie.

Those who I’ve managed to reach know that I’m talking about Eric Berne’s Group Canons a lot (in the earlier book Systemics and privately to people around me) and what an inescapable entrapment they entail for anyone feeling they belong to a particular group (or ‘party’) wholeheartedly. For any force of destruction, this particular flaw of ‘longing for belonging’ makes it perfectly convenient to stir the direction of such neatly coherent group anywhere they want to. Macchiavelli, as most of you know, teaches its manipulative top-level skill via the introduction of a secret force that is giving the unsuspecting (be)longers both a Left and a Right faction to contend with. Not only is this keeping the sheeple purposeful and busy while in the end they’d kiss the feet of the covert puppet masters all the same (regardless of which faction those forces have decided to let win for the time being). These Group Canons, it turns out, are also the primary cause boxing mankind in during our present ‘final hours’.

Who’d dare taking the role as ‘agitator / saviour’ who challenges those canons in such a hopeless endgame play-out? For it’s the nature of a group (like it is for any individual) to ensure its continued ‘survival’ – i.e. carrying itself forth into the future and thus fighting off, expelling, annihilating anyone or anything threatening such a course. Who’d re-question the originally set-down Canon when almost everyone goes along with it towards its final destination? Even if such an agitator did come along, sacrificing himself for a higher cause (like suicide terrorists have been brainwashed to do) – how could they stand any chance to counter the all-encompassing socially-engineered notional wave that’s based on undermined values of money, evolution, commerce, art, culture, welfare, relationships, intimacy, cultivation, the divine, etc? Each individual’s life-thread is literally and totally attached to those? No wonder they nailed Jesus the Christ on a cross even though his version of the Buddha Law would save them from facing disintegration.

Any real change then, rather than being caused by a different political climate or some other superficial changes of an existing framework, could only be achieved from within each individual’s heart (each particle of the collective / cosmic wave) – no? Was there anything wrong with the system as such in the first place, anyway? Systems come and go, don’t they, and are subject to the developmental phases of formation, stasis, degeneration just like the (old) Universe itself.

This then means, that within our being lost in delusion (trapped within the dimensional confines of particles called Planets and Molecules), each individual is required to take their own stance and position. Would your spouse, your parent or your boss be able to ‘save you’ or absolve you when ‘closure’ (truth arriving at the surface) eventually arrives? Would you be able to forgive them your having been ‘ruined’ while they say “sorry” and refer, in the futile attempt of a rational apology, to only having ‘followed orders’ or just didn’t know any better? If a machine that you feel is vital to be part of causes you to do things that harm others (maybe even harm exactly those who’ve got the courage to not play an active part in the machine) – would any The Hague court simply shrug-off your ‘sins’ because of the ludicrous reasoning that ‘a machine is simply a machine’? Who’d be able to take the blame for your not having known better, your having been ‘unfortunately’ deceived? Your basically going against your very own conscience? Could there be any graver sin than going against one’s own Conscience?

If every Individual is required to take their stance within this grinding Machine, break free of any collective chains to choose their own colour, shade and position – according to their most fundamental conscience, and according to values that prove right throughout time-frames and space-frames that are universal … if they manage to do that, then the areas of Grey that lie between the extremes of blackness and whiteness are the only room left for any real freedom-of-choice. They’re the no-where-land from which to go into any available future directions. Or the only reliable ground offering an infinite variety of individual future choices. Or – maybe even going this far – the only available zone left for us to stand on for the survival of narrative warfare .




What I can see now is that corruption to the integrity of a given system begins with the exchange of money or other favours for mere visibility – and from there invariably ends with the distorted systemic expressions like rape, theft and murder. It’s literally as easy as that. I’ll give two trails of thought as an example.

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