Modern man lives like a hospital patient. He endures while connected to various tubes and machines that pump him with air, medicine, and nutritional syrup, but as soon as medical intervention is removed, his real state of pain and illness is revealed, assuming he is able to survive. The illnesses of today are alleviated by the “treatment” of manufactured pleasures, distractions, and status schemes that dull the longing for God just long enough to hide the fact that the sick individual is spiritually dead.

The anxiety of today’s man is so intense that his days must be enveloped by worldly distractions and games to give him enough meaning to proceed for another 24 hours. He wakes up, unrested, to reach immediately for the dopamine glow of the smartphone. He begins work for a company that has monetized for profit one or several human vices, and puts on the actor’s mask of pretending to like his job and his transsexual coworkers with neon purple hair. He burns out his adrenal glands with several cups of coffee to push through mindless work tasks because he needs the money to sustain a lifestyle above his means that is necessary to distract him from a spiritual reality whose truth he refuses to accept. The smartphone is caressed dozens of times a day in the hopes a dating match will save him, or that a sexy nude picture from a new lover arrives to shove the mind into the gutter of lust. These solutions don’t quite do it, so it’s time to reach into the medicine cabinet for psychoactive drugs, or take microdoses of hard drugs, or munch on sugary unfood, and when that doesn’t alleviate the pain, there’s always marijuana and alcohol. And during all this, the eyes and ears are continually bombarded with entertainment in the form of electronic music, viral stories, outrages, and political news, and finally the nightly meal has arrived to be gorged on, and then some more entertainment and perhaps the night can be capped off with pornography, masturbation, sex, or a sleeping pill. All of this must be done to suspend the subconscious terror within that his soul has died, is dying, and will die, that it lives for absolutely nothing.

You landed at the top of a mountain, but it’s cold and lonely. The air seems thin. You fear that you may perish, so you start the descent at a mild trot, but the slope is too steep. Now your feet are moving faster than you can handle, stomping one after the other, and it’s just a matter of time until you lose control and tumble over, but you’ve reached a flat clearing and come to a stop. You turn back around and look at how far you’ve descended, but before the remembrance of God can enter your mind, you feel compelled to descend some more, to make sure you are safe with the others. A lifetime of descending to the very bottom of the valley, of going “with the flow,” of taking the path of least resistance, of swallowing the medicine the doctor prescribed, of chasing the lie of “moderation,” when all you had to do at the summit where you started was pound your chest in humility and yell, “Lord, have mercy on me!” You think the descent will stop at the valley, but you’ve been deceived—there is still much further to go. You’ve gone too far down and the devil takes away your will to climb back up, and so you continue to descend just to delay the inevitable, thinking that maybe things will be okay in the end.

The soul is dying. The terror is spiritual. The more sex, drugs, and entertainments you seek, the more that reality is hidden from you. Your life becomes a carefully produced movie directed by Satan himself. He ensures your days are filled with activities that keep your gaze away from the ongoing descent, because all that is needed for you to change direction is to understand the truth that you are descending, to feel the terror of eternal judgment and be frightened by it, and then to look back up the mountain, throw away all of Satan’s meaningless toys and distractions, and begin to climb back up.

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On top of all that, this pinnacle of life is reached via the power of your White Privilege, and you're keeping so many people out of this awesome life because you're a racist.

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It's funny because I was thinking this exact thing this week: how society has become nothing but a drug-addled nightmare. What got me thinking about it is I have friends who micro-dose even though they're also on (and abuse) several other legal drugs like adderall each day. They're like the OP describes...constantly drowning themselves in forms of medicated pleasure 24/7.

My wife and I have done a decent job shielding our kids from what is a non-stop train of vice but I wonder how they'll make their way in the world we see coming. I suppose I should be happy we've given them the life they have, free of the terror dream, but I can't help but worry. I don't intend for this thread to become a discussion of places to live but I ask myself regularly where you're supposed to go to escape the smartphone, the drugs, the pozz, etc if you have kids. It's everywhere and will be worse in five years.

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You get tested all the time climbing that mountain though! I will never take the vaccine, but they`ll keep on pushing. Two times this week it has led me to cancel things that I would have otherwise liked to participate in. There is a lot to sacrifice so to speak.

I plan to mostly eliminate all caffeine and stimulants, but that too is very hard. I`m so addicted to caffeine that I feel that my whole life falls apart when I try to let go of it. I think that the first European Christians that saw the newly introduced coffee as the devil`s brew where right, and it was a mistake by the then pope to sanction it. I have also pointed out before that most of the early coffee houses in Europe where started by (((them.))) Now coffee has become the drug of choice for Christians. There are worse things of course, but still...just another temptation by you know who.

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I simply stopped thinking about this sick society. Last week my biggest problem was, how to properly clean the chain on my motorbike, and this week I was repairing a rubber raft with my kids because we were on a river. Solving these problems makes me more satisfied, than thinking about what new insanity developed at a sinking titanic.

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Modern man lives like a hospital patient. He endures while connected to various tubes and machines that pump him with air, medicine, and nutritional syrup, but as soon as medical intervention is removed, his real state of pain and illness is revealed, assuming he is able to survive. The illnesses of today are alleviated by the “treatment” of manufactured pleasures, distractions, and status schemes that dull the longing for God just long enough to hide the fact that the sick individual is spiritually dead.

The anxiety of today’s man is so intense that his days must be enveloped by worldly distractions and games to give him enough meaning to proceed for another 24 hours. He wakes up, unrested, to reach immediately for the dopamine glow of the smartphone. He begins work for a company that has monetized for profit one or several human vices, and puts on the actor’s mask of pretending to like his job and his transsexual coworkers with neon purple hair. He burns out his adrenal glands with several cups of coffee to push through mindless work tasks because he needs the money to sustain a lifestyle above his means that is necessary to distract him from a spiritual reality whose truth he refuses to accept. The smartphone is caressed dozens of times a day in the hopes a dating match will save him, or that a sexy nude picture from a new lover arrives to shove the mind into the gutter of lust. These solutions don’t quite do it, so it’s time to reach into the medicine cabinet for psychoactive drugs, or take microdoses of hard drugs, or munch on sugary unfood, and when that doesn’t alleviate the pain, there’s always marijuana and alcohol. And during all this, the eyes and ears are continually bombarded with entertainment in the form of electronic music, viral stories, outrages, and political news, and finally the nightly meal has arrived to be gorged on, and then some more entertainment and perhaps the night can be capped off with pornography, masturbation, sex, or a sleeping pill. All of this must be done to suspend the subconscious terror within that his soul has died, is dying, and will die, that it lives for absolutely nothing.

You landed at the top of a mountain, but it’s cold and lonely. The air seems thin. You fear that you may perish, so you start the descent at a mild trot, but the slope is too steep. Now your feet are moving faster than you can handle, stomping one after the other, and it’s just a matter of time until you lose control and tumble over, but you’ve reached a flat clearing and come to a stop. You turn back around and look at how far you’ve descended, but before the remembrance of God can enter your mind, you feel compelled to descend some more, to make sure you are safe with the others. A lifetime of descending to the very bottom of the valley, of going “with the flow,” of taking the path of least resistance, of swallowing the medicine the doctor prescribed, of chasing the lie of “moderation,” when all you had to do at the summit where you started was pound your chest in humility and yell, “Lord, have mercy on me!” You think the descent will stop at the valley, but you’ve been deceived—there is still much further to go. You’ve gone too far down and the devil takes away your will to climb back up, and so you continue to descend just to delay the inevitable, thinking that maybe things will be okay in the end.

The soul is dying. The terror is spiritual. The more sex, drugs, and entertainments you seek, the more that reality is hidden from you. Your life becomes a carefully produced movie directed by Satan himself. He ensures your days are filled with activities that keep your gaze away from the ongoing descent, because all that is needed for you to change direction is to understand the truth that you are descending, to feel the terror of eternal judgment and be frightened by it, and then to look back up the mountain, throw away all of Satan’s meaningless toys and distractions, and begin to climb back up.

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Consider the work of God
For who can make straight what He has made crooked.
Ecclesiastes 7:13
1.) Note that God is ascribed the power of making matters crooked. Clearly a statement of God's sovereignty.
2.) Christians often are guilty in history of rushing in to make straight what God has decreed to be crooked and as such find themselves to be fighting against God.
3.) Note that God is not absent from the crooked things in the world. Things or matters are not crooked by fate, chance, or any other impersonal abstraction. God is personally present in all things ... both crooked and straight
4.) Coming as this does in the context of wisdom, the appeal seems to be for the wise to show their wisdom by being able to discern what in God's work he has made crooked.
May God give us the wisdom to rightly discern.
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It's funny because I was thinking this exact thing this week: how society has become nothing but a drug-addled nightmare. What got me thinking about it is I have friends who micro-dose even though they're also on (and abuse) several other legal drugs like adderall each day. They're like the OP describes...constantly drowning themselves in forms of medicated pleasure 24/7.

My wife and I have done a decent job shielding our kids from what is a non-stop train of vice but I wonder how they'll make their way in the world we see coming. I suppose I should be happy we've given them the life they have, free of the terror dream, but I can't help but worry. I don't intend for this thread to become a discussion of places to live but I ask myself regularly where you're supposed to go to escape the smartphone, the drugs, the pozz, etc if you have kids. It's everywhere and will be worse in five years.

The safest place is obedience to Him,
and He says when our families are in danger we must flee.
In order to flee we must follow Him in faith.
This may also mean being ready to flee again if necessary.

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I simply stopped thinking about this sick society. Last week my biggest problem was, how to properly clean the chain on my motorbike, and this week I was repairing a rubber raft with my kids because we were on a river. Solving these problems makes me more satisfied, than thinking about what new insanity developed at a sinking titanic.

We had a rough weekend with my mom in the ER (probably ja b related); but we came back home and ate at the pizzeria down the street run by a bunch of old guys watching Italian TV who think our son is adorable. This morning I had to print something out at the library, but the hours were changed, so we had a walk through the neighborhood where people were eating lunch outside, a funeral was going on, several churches had bells going, etc. Talked to people at the library, picked up some free kids books and checked out a Byzantine history book, etc.

I think being on the internet all the time, social media in particular, is warping younger people. Even though boomers have some quirks, they're still the ones who carry on with strangers in public. I like their optimism in some cases. I don't want to be black pilled, but try to keep things in perspective.

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Modern man lives like a hospital patient. He endures while connected to various tubes and machines that pump him with air, medicine, and nutritional syrup, but as soon as medical intervention is removed, his real state of pain and illness is revealed, assuming he is able to survive. The illnesses of today are alleviated by the “treatment” of manufactured pleasures, distractions, and status schemes that dull the longing for God just long enough to hide the fact that the sick individual is spiritually dead.

The anxiety of today’s man is so intense that his days must be enveloped by worldly distractions and games to give him enough meaning to proceed for another 24 hours. He wakes up, unrested, to reach immediately for the dopamine glow of the smartphone. He begins work for a company that has monetized for profit one or several human vices, and puts on the actor’s mask of pretending to like his job and his transsexual coworkers with neon purple hair. He burns out his adrenal glands with several cups of coffee to push through mindless work tasks because he needs the money to sustain a lifestyle above his means that is necessary to distract him from a spiritual reality whose truth he refuses to accept. The smartphone is caressed dozens of times a day in the hopes a dating match will save him, or that a sexy nude picture from a new lover arrives to shove the mind into the gutter of lust. These solutions don’t quite do it, so it’s time to reach into the medicine cabinet for psychoactive drugs, or take microdoses of hard drugs, or munch on sugary unfood, and when that doesn’t alleviate the pain, there’s always marijuana and alcohol. And during all this, the eyes and ears are continually bombarded with entertainment in the form of electronic music, viral stories, outrages, and political news, and finally the nightly meal has arrived to be gorged on, and then some more entertainment and perhaps the night can be capped off with pornography, masturbation, sex, or a sleeping pill. All of this must be done to suspend the subconscious terror within that his soul has died, is dying, and will die, that it lives for absolutely nothing.

You landed at the top of a mountain, but it’s cold and lonely. The air seems thin. You fear that you may perish, so you start the descent at a mild trot, but the slope is too steep. Now your feet are moving faster than you can handle, stomping one after the other, and it’s just a matter of time until you lose control and tumble over, but you’ve reached a flat clearing and come to a stop. You turn back around and look at how far you’ve descended, but before the remembrance of God can enter your mind, you feel compelled to descend some more, to make sure you are safe with the others. A lifetime of descending to the very bottom of the valley, of going “with the flow,” of taking the path of least resistance, of swallowing the medicine the doctor prescribed, of chasing the lie of “moderation,” when all you had to do at the summit where you started was pound your chest in humility and yell, “Lord, have mercy on me!” You think the descent will stop at the valley, but you’ve been deceived—there is still much further to go. You’ve gone too far down and the devil takes away your will to climb back up, and so you continue to descend just to delay the inevitable, thinking that maybe things will be okay in the end.

The soul is dying. The terror is spiritual. The more sex, drugs, and entertainments you seek, the more that reality is hidden from you. Your life becomes a carefully produced movie directed by Satan himself. He ensures your days are filled with activities that keep your gaze away from the ongoing descent, because all that is needed for you to change direction is to understand the truth that you are descending, to feel the terror of eternal judgment and be frightened by it, and then to look back up the mountain, throw away all of Satan’s meaningless toys and distractions, and begin to climb back up.

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That picture is very appropriate.

“The greatest hazard of all, losing one’s self, can occur very quietly in the world, as if it were nothing at all. No other loss can occur so quietly." - Sickness unto Death , Kierkegaard

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I simply stopped thinking about this sick society. Last week my biggest problem was, how to properly clean the chain on my motorbike, and this week I was repairing a rubber raft with my kids because we were on a river. Solving these problems makes me more satisfied, than thinking about what new insanity developed at a sinking titanic.

Just as well not all of us will be on that sinking ship.

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Good points but one thing to add is the garbage prison cell condos that are pushed as a "cool lifestyle choice"

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I pity modern people. When they will find out, how brutally were deceived with "vaccines" and a promised return to normal, only then deep depression and terror will strike them.
It is already happening in Israel. Despite being vaccinated, they were tested with a positive result, and now vaccinated people are in quarantine, forced to wear masks even outside, and are harassed because of the scary new delta variant. Madness.

These people will unquestionably develop "learned helplessness".
(Learned helplessness occurs when an animal or human is repeatedly subjected to an aversive stimulus that it cannot escape. Eventually, the subject will stop trying to avoid the stimulus and behave as if it is utterly helpless to change the situation. Even when opportunities to escape are presented, this learned helplessness will prevent any action.)

Learned helplessness is also attached to clinical depression and mental illnesses. Expect a bad mood in many. Life will become much more miserable for believers in government and science.

Put your faith in God, not in this world.

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Knew this song from a gif you shared on Twitter. It came to mind.

God Bless you forum.

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Put your faith in God, not in this world.

Never before has this statement been more obvious.

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I pity modern people. When they will find out, how brutally were deceived with "vaccines" and a promised return to normal, only then deep depression and terror will strike them.
It is already happening in Israel. Despite being vaccinated, they were tested with a positive result, and now vaccinated people are in quarantine, forced to wear masks even outside, and are harassed because of the scary new delta variant. Madness.

Yes, but I think most of us don't see reality unless it something happens to us directly that makes us question narratives. I used to argue with people who didn't believe in the moon landing. Most of the "anti-v axxers" I knew made some pretty outlandish claims. We know Freemasons who are fairly good people. Everything is wrapped in plastic.

I feel like a lot of these people could be me at a different point in time. I don't know what led me down the current road but here I am.

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Never before has this statement been more obvious.

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Those are grown children psycho-bullying a toddler.

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It's really sunk in for me lately how many "successful" people are so far away from simple goodness and truth.

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This article had a feeling of numb motion; moving but without feeling, and I could almost hear it echo:

taking the path of least resistance

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My wife and I have done a decent job shielding our kids from what is a non-stop train of vice but I wonder how they'll make their way in the world we see coming. I suppose I should be happy we've given them the life they have, free of the terror dream, but I can't help but worry. I don't intend for this thread to become a discussion of places to live but I ask myself regularly where you're supposed to go to escape the smartphone, the drugs, the pozz, etc if you have kids. It's everywhere and will be worse in five years.

How old are your kids? I have nephews in the U.S. who are 13yo and 11yo; my sister has managed to maintain a household without cable, netflix or smartphones (that includes her, but her husband needs one for work), the internet is highly regulated (it cannot be avoided at this point).

She had the kids enroll in an non-US online school, the intent would for the entire highschool years. She may not say it, but I really have a feeling that she is well aware of the kind of brainwashing happening in the educational system and she don't want none of that.

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I simply stopped thinking about this sick society. Last week my biggest problem was, how to properly clean the chain on my motorbike, and this week I was repairing a rubber raft with my kids because we were on a river. Solving these problems makes me more satisfied, than thinking about what new insanity developed at a sinking titanic.

That is what I've been doing. Focusing on stuff that matters to me while completely blocking the wickedness of this world. I refuse to partake in modern degenerate 'culture'. Even this forum has it's downside and should be abstained from for some time. It's also time for Roosh to move away from commenting the latest advancement in degeneracy and focus more on solutions. We already know our enemies.

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