Zombies, Mars & Us: To Transmogrify Or Die? (an essay)

By Martin Anton Smith

Forgive me for starting this essay so negatively – but trust me the sunshine hiding from behind the storm clouds is coming soon.

So many on the streets of life doesn’t see the connective tissue between their disapproval of success in others & his own inability to succeed. It is a garden variety type of soulless-ness. And the ‘success’ he sees might not be money, it might simply just be a ‘sense of contentment’ he feels emanating from that ‘poor’ someone in his cross-hairs. His ardent banality has so completely enveloped him, that he even envies those who are not actively as miserable as himself.

I could be accused of ‘projecting’ here – but don’t we all know petty jealousy is – we’ve all seen how easily it seems to blooms as do weeds in the height of summer.

[Of course, to rebutt myself I must say “Martin come on now, you fool! What you are talking about is the famed & cliched ‘tall poppy syndrome’ – this is a bad affliction in the antipodes, where you live – but don’t say that this happens everywhere! What about the USA? Don’t they admire success? What about that Texan saying “If you’re going to fail – fail big”. Yes I must agree – I am being a little harsh writing off most of the world carte blanch. Please remember this edit & use it as an asterisk for the remainder M.S Edited on Oct 2024]

This aforementioned reality – which I don’t really want to call ‘the tall poppy syndrome’ becasue I think it runs deeper than that – & is perhaps a decline that has been happening for an least 150 years in the West. However this drift downwards in our general behaviour & mood against genuine success. Note I put the term ‘genuine success’ in italics so as the reader knows I am talking of true success & not some typical 21st Century rampant speculator or online seminar scammer – I’m talking of those whose works clearly build up society to be better.

The hatred of those who have ‘genuine success’ or symbolise it via their some-kind-of, for lack of a better term – ‘leadership persona’. It equates to a ‘pandemic of the spirit’ & sadly it is not a rare thing at all – in fact it is the norm outside those oasis areas such as Texas & the parts of USA that aren’t heavily politically left leaning.

Why write about this? Is it depressing? – yes. Does it make for good philosophy? – Yes!. Is it a problem we need to solve? – Yes! And so now that I am sure I am holding the license of the ‘interesting philosophical topic’- let me delve further. Also I want to underline the ultimate aim is to shine a light on the phenomenon, so that we might be able to help ourselves embrace others who are genuine builders of a better situation here on Earth, so life isn’t so materially & psychologically hard on us all.

Quantitatively speaking, my rough guess is there has to be at least Six Billion people that have this acute pathological ailment where they bash the builders. This out of the Eight Billion in the world today. I assume the 75: 25 ratio has on the whole always been this way, at least on planet Earth (more on that later). Perhaps I am wrong on the ratio, but surely I am in the ballpark, plus or minus a handful of percentage points.

It’s worth noting here, that big technological progress has not made Earth’s population less difficult to deal with on a personal level – if anything it fuels discontent – especially when a jaguar late model passes someone driving a old bomb, which fights to stay on the roads legally & which the owner can barely afford to run. The rise of technology namely computers, has at best been a double sided sword. The most obvious case is the smartphone zombification, which has essentially bred apparently healthy people to become essentially autistic & unable to function socially & in line with the needs of the workplace.

So just to make sure we are oriented properly on what I’m talking about here let me again interject myself. The two main questions about why Human life here on Earth doesn’t really work very well, despite so many generations trying are: firstly how come it got like this?; Secondly, how do we fix it?

Usually, it’s the creatives out there that stumble on the questions and answers before the scientists ever do. This is why the liberal arts are useful to us. This is why they say science fiction becomes science fact. But it doesn’t have to be about science per se, many of the very good non-science fiction novels, & indeed storys in general, end up ringing true. The most persuasive of these storys become myths & legends. Of course this is the domain of the anthropologist examining human cultures from pre-antiquity to today.

Of course myths & legends are intertwined with prophesy – to attempt to see how the future plays out. Writing of ‘Prophesy’ is a risky thing for the serious writer simply because it’s the loaded term ‘Prophesy’, which carries flakey Nostradamus-like connotations as well as a ‘religious zealot’ connotation.

But there’s nothing wrong with ‘Prophesy’ if it was thought up with good philosophical & rational foundations – in fact it is called ‘forecasting’ in the often dry quantitative fields of economics, accounting & statistics. Much of the great fiction, namely but not exclusively the sci-fi genre, has ‘good prophesy’ as the reason in resonates with it’s consumers. Stanley Kubrick’s ‘2001: A Space Odyssey’ with the Machiavellian Hal is an example of this regarding early fears of artificial intelligence gone wrong.

Another film related example, is when Writer-Director George A. Romero got things pretty much correct when he wrote & directed ‘The Dawn of the Dead’ – but as is standard in those movies, unlike real life, he had to make the walking dead more visually obvious. Contrastingly & frustratingly in real life you never can be quite sure if someone’s an, shall we say, an ‘ first class officer of the undead zombie battalian – until you’ve mistakenly befriended them a day, a week, a month ago. Or, you might just have the next cubicle to them in your office. That, I think you’ll agree is un-mistakenly just how this kind of phenomena works itself out – sometimes the person you thought was nice turned out to want walk around the city at midnight murdering people & eating their brains.

One things certain here: You can’t avoid the real-life demons of this world all your life, even if you cloister yourself with aplomb. I have noticed that the upper middle classes & newly monied types are great at trying to avoid & deny & escape the bad things in this world – even to the point of even lobbying Governments to criminalise real reports from the real world. Until these types slap an AI to Govt mainframe interface on every baby’s eyes at the instance of birth – which they will surely try to do – this is a exercise in futility.

Regarding ‘how to deal with Zombies once they out themselves’ – from that point you only have three choices: Lance the boil quickly; Become a prisoner of your own life; Or pigheadedly pretend your new walking undead friend is actually ‘perfectly ok’ or a ‘rough diamond’. I’m guessing those that walk with an air of contentment about them are also the ones that somehow knew all these things intuitively or via what the long-term wealthy call ‘good breeding’. Unlike the perhaps Six Billion that are the ‘walking dead’, they actually know the game they’re playing. In short, they’re using a good anti-zombie repellant. They’re using a good Zombie deamplifier.

But the rephrased version of the first over-arching question of “how did people become so Zombified?” is ‘how did he light became so mixed in with the darkness in the first place’?

In theory it should be ‘awesome’ living here on Earth as a human. We are atop of the food chain & can now easily sculp our environments with massive powerful diggers, lasers, engines & mainframes. Why would such a potential feast be sullied by always serving it on such a dirty plate? If you figure it out conclusively, please let me know. In fact, I’ll even settle for haphazard conjecture or two on the matter.

Conjecture: One thing’s for sure: whatever got us to that starting point of general zombie-ism was surely punishment for something else that happened, of which we have no memory remaining. Our sister planet of Mars is involved

This is the part of the essay where I become more conjectorial. Let’s talk not only of Zombies, but lets now talk of Mars. Mars of course since the robotic landers & Elon Musk is becoming more of a conservative real-world topic, vs say the 1950s comic books or even Jack Nicholson’s “Mars Attacks!” from 1996.

I mean Occams Razor suggests such the long standing punishment here on Earth is a system, not at all just a random bit of bad luck. I’ll have a crack at an answer, you might of heard similar here & there as it’s been said before – I think it has some merit. It involves Mars.

Perhaps originally we came from Mars first, not Earth. Perhaps a highly technologically accomplished generation of ours destroyed our original home planet of Mars in a nuclear war. Then a tiny remnant of that Martian population escaped via a spaceship to the other habitable planet: Earth. We escaped to that was one step closer to the sun – that we could also survive on, perhaps with some simple genetic manipulation by hybridisation with Earth’s pre-existing apes.

This brings me to conjecture two.

Conjecture two: Perhaps that remnant Martian population, now on Earth as ‘Humans’ for perhaps at least half a million years, has never been able to shake off the PTSD of the whole matter running through its veins. The sudden Mars escape has fueled a multi-generational PTSD curse that we can’t shake no matter what we do. This is why Human’s are so unsettled: As original Martians – we are not properly configured for Earth & never can be.

Perhaps this ‘Mars Escape thesis’ is actually just what the ancient religious scholars have refered to the many legends told surrounding ‘a great flood’ that so many of the worlds religeons mention in their texts. (To consume some of these ideas easily online, Paul Wallis has showcased his & his guests various ideas around this talked of this his Youtube channel ‘The 5th kind’. But naturally, be sure take at the least few very large grains of salt with you when watching such popular content)

This ‘We Escaped Mars Thesis’ is just one conjecture & of course there are so many others good or at least entertaining conjectures. All this is great fun to discuss, but lets be honest – it’s the not knowing that in the end really gets to you as a thinker. Well, it gets to me anyway – and when I look at all the works of the liberal arts, I’m sure I am not alone.

It’s also worth mentioning in passing that those who are firmly religious, might take the ‘we came from Mars first’ as an affront. But it all depends on how you view sacred texts – for if you believe the religious sacred texts used fictionalised stories & parables to represent the truth to it’s followers rather than the less palatable & understandable actual truth – then there would be no need to be ‘religiously upset’ so to speak.

And what about the pragmatic big question of ‘how do we fix ourselves from our generalised Zombie-dom’? Well as a postscript I’d say this: If indeed it all started with Mars – perhaps this will also be how it all ends, or at the very least, transmogrifies. It’s a very simple idea – the long sought out solution of an intractable problem will lie close to the genesis of the problem.

An analogy of this would be the engine of a popular model of car has had a problem for many years – let’s say it misfires erratically. Lets say the ‘boffins’ decided it best to look at every part in isolation to see what the problem is. They do this & can’t find the problem. Then a someone suggests to go back to the particular original engineering shed where the first prototype was made – they go back & open an old drawer. They find that one on the men when designing the core engine fixings had accidentilly used an imperial measurement by mistake, & the erratic misfiring was simply that unwittingly the car was an attempt to marry two incompatible systems together.

The point is that the ‘misfiring car’ problem was only solved when one bright spark considered it worthwhile to go back to the start to look at the creation of the car, rather than at the immediate production line machines, as all the other problem solvers had, & failed to find the answer.

So similar to the car analogy, Humans going back to Mars could be the answer to our intractable unsettledness, in the same way as my car analogy. When we go back maybe we’ll see we too had been trying to marry two intractable systems together. The mist from our eyes may suddenly evaporate – perhaps along with our eon’s long PTSD.

In going back to Mars I am talking of a concept called transmogrification. And let me pause as It’s worth explicitly posting the dictionary definition of the word – here I have used the online merriam-webster dictionary. Transmogrification is the noun version of the root verb word Transmogrify

 Transmogrify: to change or alter greatly and often with grotesque, bizzare or humorous effect

Yes going back to Mars certainly will be a transmogrification, and perhaps a more positive version from the dictionary definition. Perhaps it will be bizzarre, grotesque & humourous at first, but then settle into a a spiritual rebirth.

Of course I fear the propaganda world could ruin all this. Going back to Mars, our potential original home will not not a transition as the future marketers will probably paint it as. After obfuscatingly calling it it a transition, then they’ll call it a ‘holiday’. then they want to use it as Australia was for England not that long ago: a penal colony.

And you know as well as me that the travel agents of the future selling ‘affordable holidays to Mars won’t have our best interests at heart. In looking for our salvation in re-colonising Mars, we also need to guard against the corporate penal colony enslavers, looking to derail the quest & create another Van Dieman’s Land. This is somewhat analogous to the Arnold Schwarzenegger film ‘Total Recall’ where a Dictator rules Mars over an enslaved extractive mining based population. This fact is all covered up by the authorities via the front of ‘implanting holidays direct into the memory’.

I will leave you with this thought about what happens next once we can & indeed do go back to Mars, & allow the reader to think about it themselves. After all, a conjectorial, philosophy based essay like this shouldn’t drag on too much – it should be reasonable diggestable, if not fun.

If my ‘Lets go back to Mars on a mental & spiritual quest’ is indeed the right adventure & conjecture to get Humanity on the right track to solve our seemingly intractable problem of Human unsettledness, or Mars to Earth PTSD, then sure as Neil Finn of Crowded House once sung in his elegy infused song “Hole In The River”….there is no return.

In short in will indeed Transmogrify it ways we cannot predict…but perchance, just perchance – it will also cure our culture-wide PTSD.

The End

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“The Speech” (A Short Story)

by Martin Anton Smith

The other day I went & listened to an anonymous someone.

Beamed in from somewhere & someplace.

For it was a blue plasma ball that snapped into human form –

Right before our incredulous eyes.

Yes, it was quite the speech.

As I listened I had the thought:

“Were they wise or just mad?” –

Alas as to which one I still cannot be so sure.

But I can at least tell you his words verbatim,

For I recorded them while I listened along with everyone.

Something told me this is what I should do.

.They went as follows…….

Greetings oh people of the past,

Forgive me this interruption –

But the exigencies of your situation have forced my hand.

Your blindness has conjured my departure from my time.

For I came from a time where perfidious petty battles have been long since mastered.

We roundly squabed our decks free of your current squabbles, to use ye olde maritime lingo.

I must bust you out of your wide-awake sleep-dreams.

My goal is to have you reconfigured – renatured if you will.

And so my message can begin.

“Hell is other people”?.

Hell. Is. Other People.

This my friends & adversaries in the gallery, this is perhaps the most true statement ever.

Far truer than Paine’s “These are the times that try men’s souls”

More propitious than Patrick Henry’s “Give me liberty or death..”

And robustly in line with Bukowski’s maxim about spiritual death before actual death of the everyman.

Yes, you may be surprised to know that in the future we value Bukowski right next to Paine.

And so, we must thank Jean Paul Satre for coining the term “Hell is other people”.

According to your own words:

Humans have apparently been ‘civilised’ for a long time.

So, some of your Anthropologists say.

But of course, even your Geologist’s & Physicists would gaffaw at this statement.

For is Is ten thousand years a long time?

Not really.

You think this way because you cranial Lilliputians still think time “flows”.

You think the future is burped from the past,

And its quality determined by whether the menu had Spaghetti or Steak.

But I digress.

Back to the topic of civility.

Yes, ladies & gents – the experience of your life life tells you civility is a rare cultural ore.

Perhaps even as rare as Tritium 3.

Although incidentily this is not rare where, I mean when I come from – we harvest it freely from the moon.

Statistically we are lucky if perhaps 1% of your current Humanity is civilised.

But the number is of course much much lower.

Now as the 20th Century Americans liked to say

“let’s now have a Pop Quiz:

Were you teachers civilised?

No they were lazy bufoons, desperately afraid of the real world.

Were your parents civilised

No – they worked at jobs they hated.

Were your friends civilised?

No they wanted you to get nowhere in life – just like them.

Were your workmates civilised?

No they were on the modern day slavery hamster wheel & didn’t even know it!

Sorry pals – your early 21st Century indubitably not civilised, at least beyond a wafer thin veneer.

We in the future define basic civility broadly as this:

“Those non-roboticised or non-cyborg-ised human beings who on the whole are in control of their emotions, & not the reverse. Those who work to improve the welbeing humankind”.

Oh I see a few raised eyebrows – yes sorry to let you know of this but in the future the Robots & Cyborgs have the numbers over the humans.

I don’t think I’ll get in trouble for confirming that – after all you people are already half way there nowadays.

On the subject of 21st Century Civility, we notice there are many false alters.

Your leaders need to know that Civility is not really anything to do with advancing technology.

For the caveman simply had less shoulders to stand on than Dirac or Ford or the Wrights or Gates, Jobs or Musk.

If I can talk like one of you let me summarise this by saying:

What good is it if a man knows the secrets of the universe but is a social ogre out to destroy?

Perhaps he knows so much he plug into “free zero point energy” or spaceship to “Zeta Reticuli”.

Yet no one can stand to sit with him in a room for more than 1 to the minus 34 femtoseconds.

Oh dear – another cat is out of the bag! – Yes you have people harvesting free energy & travelling the cosmos.

That was the next project after Los Alamos – held in secret from the public.

I ask all of you people here – Is man in the 21st Century really civilised?

Were the men who worked on the ‘Manhatten Project’ civilised?

There is a clear argument against this despite the accolades, they were the reverse of civility.

Boldly our view in the future is this – this passage is written on a monument to your era:

The men of Los Alamos rode their low EQ all the way to the gates of hell,

Jumped over those gates unannounced,

Shook hands with the Devil & proclaimed:

Our leader we have done your bidding & created the Hell Weapon”

To which the evil one could have replied

“I am happy with your anti civilisation you are all my fat men & little boys,

you have followed my will perfectly”.

Mmm hmm, that’s right, yes my 21st Century sir & maddam – you usually confuse status with goodness & decency.

We in the future cannot understand you adoration of unneccesary social hierarchies.

These Los Alamos types are the anti-lords of earth & you blessedly boost them in the echo chambers,

By medallion bearing Machiavellian monsters all riding the optic fibers & satellite feeds.

So the wielding of High tech & high tech weaponry & social climbing is not proof of your ‘Civilisation’.

But the garden variety of Human Un-civilisation is galactically even more common.

And excuse me if I again adopt 21st Century lingo.

The guy that loses his sh*t at the cashiers coz he hates his job, that’s uncivilised;

The Karen that rings the cops on a neighbour, thats uncivilised;

The office narc who engineers someone out of their job, that’s uncivilised;

The bogan who kicks his dog because he can, that’s uncivilised;

This is the walled garden of your un-civilisation – the wild flowers of 21st Century discontented daily life.

I contend you 21st-ers (that’s what we call you) are at best like the contradiction of the nuclear power plant –

one part alien technology & one part steam age,

For it is simply Einstein’s brain crystallised by the equation e – mc squared,

Strapped on to an essentially 19th century steam turbine,

Which turns a coil on a axl around a magnetic housing so to make electricty for us all.

I think your Homo Sapian brains are just the same –

Your best human brains are still as a ‘Einstein strapped to a Lizard’.

And that is the core problem – BOTH your Einstein AND the Lizard brain need to be tamed.

Tamed to be civilised.

Tamed to be civilised.

Tamed to be civilised.

I said that three times for effect – for you people don’t understand your ally cat wild-ness.

For all your anthropological, Physic-o-Technical, Spiritual & Artistic efforts have so far failed.

That rogue Einsteinian Lizard in your brains, is the eternal monkey on your back.

And so you yet remain uncivilised in according to your media – the very futuristic sounding year, of twenty twenty four.

And in closing, let me regale you a tale.

This is a popular tale from 21st Century, written by one of your own only one year ago.

It goes as follows:

I was one day walking along the riverbank,

& I saw something from the corner of my mind’s eye.

It was a shining resplendent floating dictionary,

I believe it fell from an angel’s pocket.

Anxious to know what they thought of us, I flicked to the word.

Humans (n). Mostly Uncivilised bipeds of Planet Earth holding poorly designed bootstrapped brains. Prone to emotional outbursts & non logical reasoning. Live in an oasis of plenty yet choose to hide under rocks. Biggest ritual is to sling their own shit at each other while screeching loudly. Slated by the Galactic Council to soon to be totally reconfigured as to be totally unrecognisable from their present state.

I felt warm inside as I thought to myself “See I was right after all”.

I went & ate a sandwich & drank a coffee at the cafe, feeling mighty proud of myself.

I sat & waited for something to happen.

I got bored & went home & cracked open a beer.

I sat & waited for something to happen.

Nothing happened.

I cracked open another beer.

I waited

…nothing happened

I cracked open another beer.

I was now 3 am.

I looked around for the angel’s dictionary.

I couldn’t find it anywhere.

I’m such a dolt –

Why didn’t I look up the angels definition of ‘soon’?.

As I’ve always said.

If you’re going to be wiped out, it’s nice to know when.

Oh well, what can you do?

I cracked open another beer & drifted asleep.

I don’t know if it was part of the dream or not but an angel floated in the room.

It said nothing & simply reached under my seat,

I heard the rattle some empty cans being moved out of the way.

‘Aha there it is’ I telepathically heard the angel say.

I saw it float towards the door.

“Wait” I said.

The angel turned around.

“What is it?”

“When will it all happen” I said strangely confidently.

“When all your beer tastes sour, it will be so” said the angel.

I nonchalantly took a swig & replied.

“I knew you’d screw me around with an answer I couldn’t rely on”

“What – you think we’d tell you guys what’s going on? You’re far too uncivilised for that!”.

“Fair call” I said & cracked open another beer & watched it dissipate like steam.

I know what you’re thinking.

“Was the beer sour?”

Well why would I tell you that?. . .after all it’s a stupid question.

I mean, are you still uncivilised poop flinging screecher-er?

Of course you are!

It was then we saw the man from the future return to his blue orb state & shoot off into nothingness. All at the meeting thought it was a great performance. We all wondered which amateur dramatics troop was responsible. We loved the special effects – both the blue orb & his holographic appearance. We couldn’t allow ourselves to publicly think otherwise. But at least I recorded it – for future posterity.

The End

“The Bomb-Cleaner” (A Poem)

by Martin Anton Smith

My room is a messy cluttered disaster zone @ this is its homeostasis.

Being neat & tidy does not come natural to me – a main house I can be tidy –

But a personal bedroom has always been my disaster zone.

I’ve been thinking of the best way to quickly tidy up –

It is to explode a bomb in the middle of the room –

Entropically speaking this would have to work wonders.

For my room is always at maximum entropy.

I like to think of it as a model of the end state of our universe –

So disordered it can’t become any more disordered.

Physicists call this the ‘heat death of the universe’,

And contend that nothing at all can happen –

It would be like a giant timeless frozen hologram.

My ‘bomb cleans my room’ thought has made me think of an alternate Physics theory.

Or should I say a conjecture which is really just a ‘tentative theory’,

A proto theory if you will.

You see I propose that instead of frozen nothingness,

Something can happen.

But it can only move in the direction of decreasing entropy or increasing order.

i.e. I let a bomb off & it takes my dirty undies off the floor & they fly into a draw, nicely folded, clean.

The CD’s unscatter & leap back into the bookshelf.

The dust disappears & reattaches itself to my arms & as fibres on my coats.

What’s that you say egghead?

“Entropy must always increase”

Well, not if Physics laws are nestled in a hierarchy.

So for my “Bomb cleans up room theory” to work, this would be so.

The higher Physics law enabling this would be:

“You cannot have a universe where nothing happens”.

So instead of the Universe & my room Freezing – it has to do something.

It can’t get any more messy – it’s in a state of maximum disorder & entropy.

So the only thing it can do is clean itself up.

Which is why my dirty undies cleaned & re-drawered themselves.

This of course would entail us living our lives backward –

dead people would come out of graves, back to hospital & then start breathing,

grow younger & younger until you die by returning to you mother’s womb.

Perhaps this is what is already happening now.

“But that’s not how we remember things” I hear you cry!

“we remember being a child before being a teenager & an adult” I hear you utter.

This would merely entail we remember futures first & not our pasts first!

The Film of the universe is always running backwards, & our brains merely fixo chango it –

So everything looks normal.

Yes Yes Yes I hear the squirrely voices of you naysayers!

This conjecture is undoubtably true…

I say this without an ounce of overconfidence!

Now I really must leave this Royal Society lecture hall.

A spot of Bomb-Cleaning is in order.

For my room has reached Maximum Entropy & Chaos!

P.S. My other theory is I have gone totally doo-lally,

Which as a fiction writer, is actually a plus.

As I always never say:

Being backward is the only real way forward.

………..

Boom.

“Many Mansions” (A Poem)

by Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com

Last Night I Had My 2nd Dream Of “Hell”.

My First Dream Of Hell Was About A Year Ago.

Let Me Summarise & Compare & Contrast The Two,

And Then I Will Analyse What It Could “Mean” – If Anything.

The First Was Not Long After I Begun To Engage In Reading The Bible,

And Engage In Self Research About Christian Theology,

As Well As The Wider History Period Around The Time Of Jesus Of Nazareth.

So, The First “Vision Of Hell” Went Like This:

I Was Lead Into A Nondescript Place – Dark, Brooding,

But Not Quite The Comic Book Version Of Hell.

If Was A Place Where People Walked, But There Was Seemingly No Chattels.

I Don’t Recall Much Other Than The Fact I Felt I was Being Shown It –

Shown It Exists As A Place, By A Benevolent Force By My Side.

This Force Was Leading Me To A Meeting -Without Talking –

I Was Just Following Obligingly.

So In Time I Saw Someone I Recognised – Someone Who Still Lives –

In The Earthly World I Still Inhabit.

He Was An Old Schoolmate – Someone Who Was Always “Too Cool”.

This Time Instead Of Ignoring Me They Said Cheerily:

“Hi Martin How Are You Going”.

They Were Nice In Hell But Mean On Earth?

Perhaps, Contrary To Popular Myth – This Is How It Works –

In Hell They Are Finally Scared Enough Into Being Nice.

He Was About 20 Years Of Age & Had His Flesh Hanging Off Him –

In Large Chunks At That.

That’s All I Remember Of My First Visit to Hell –

Note: I Was Being Temporarily Shown – Not “Committed” As Such.

Ok On To Hell Visit “No. Two”, From Just Last Night.

This One Was Different – I Think I was Being Shown My “New Digs”.

Again, The Dream Contents Seem Short & Simple:

The Force Leading Me Was to My Side –

There but Not Talking Only Leading,

But I Knew That This Was A Place, Cavernous, No Chattels & With ‘Warm’ Lighting.

It Was Like A Landlord Was Showing Me My New Lodgings –

As Best Described As “A Spartan Boarding House” –

This Judgement Of A ‘Boarding House’ – Was A Feeling, Rather Than The ‘Look’, Per Se.

It Came As The Popping Thought: “Oh This Seems Like A Boarding House” –

A Non-Explicit Hunch, You Might Say.

And Then I Was Shown What I Guess Was A Pre-existing Tenant.

In This Dream I Didn’t Recognise Him As Anyone From My Earthly Existence.

He Was Male, & Had the Look Of A Serious Burns Victim & ‘Freddy Kruger’ Sans The Long Fingernails.

It Was the Introduction Where We Say Hi & Engaged In Small Chit Chat –

Except That’s When In Real Life My Mother Knocked On the Door & I Awoke.

Ok My Brief Analysis Is this:

These Dreams Could Be A Warning That Hell Is Indeed Real –

And If You Don’t Explicitly Work To Avoid Going There –

You WILL End Up there.

What A Scary Thought.

Also, The 1st Dream Hell Seems Worse That The 2nd –

To Recap The First Was Like A Walking Half Butchered Sheep-

While the Second Was Like A Functional 4th Degree Recovered Burns Victim.

This Contrast Between the Two Made Me Think:

That This Like A Hellish Version Of The Bible Verse John 14:2

“In My Fathers House There Are Many Rooms. If It Were Not So,

Would I Have Told You That I Am Going There To Prepare A Place For You?”.

For If If Heaven Is Demarked & Graded Into Different Compartments –

Surely Hell Is Too.

Perhaps Ones Life Is Graded As A Whole, & The Score Allocates You To Your Room In The Afterlife.

You Could Be A C- Life & Just Scrape Into The ‘Barely Good’ Digs In Heaven,

Or A+ & Get To The Sublime Penthouse Suite With Endless Room Service All Paid.

Or On The Flipside You Could Fail Marginally With A D & End Up In the Best Rooms In Hell,

Barely Disfigured, only Just Uncomfortable & Only A Little Sick;

Or You Could Fail Maximally With a Zero Score,

& Perhaps Have Endless Eternal Wide Awake Flaming Lobotomy Surgery Etc.

The Most Scary Thing, All Up, I Think Is This:

This Description Seems to Sound A Lot Like the Earth As It Is Now –

But The State Between Heaven-ish-ness & Hellishness Is Unevenly Yoked –

Favouring Hell.

This The By Logical Deduction Brings Forth Another Scary Proposition

Perhaps Our Earth Life Is The Post Judgement Phase Of A Prior “Life”,

& We Are Here Serving Our Justly Imposed Sentences –

In A Very Real Intwined & Co-Mingling Heaven & Hell.

With Most Of Us On The Wrong Side Of the Ledger,

Living In Many Mansions, In Varying States Of Disrepair.

Of Course, My “Earth = A Comingling Heaven & Hell” Theory

May Be Totally Wrong BUT – If I Am Wrong,

Why Does The Countenance Of The Very Nice Look Angelic,

While The Very Mean’s look Like Those Of Demons?

Are These Not An Example Of The ‘Hidden Principalities Of The Spiritual Realm’?

Simply Re-Flowering On The Other Side Of The Canvas?

“My Bumper Sticker Reads ‘The Fuckups Will Win In The End’ ” ( A Poem Or An Essay)

By Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com

There Are Many Ways To Fuck Up Your Life.

Contrary To Popular Belief – You Can Fuck Up Your Life Both IN THE SYSTEM & AS AN OUTSIDER.

Yes It Is Silly To Pass A ‘Bum In The Streets’ & Think That Rich People Can’t Be Just As Fucked Up.

Note The ‘Bum On The Streets’ Is a Term Used By Uncaring Nouveau Riche Types in The USA.

I Do Not Condone It Here By My Use Of It – I Only Use It As It Has Poetic Cache.

Now Let me Return To My Theme.

The ‘Bum On The Streets’ For Anyone That Has Dug Only A Little Under The Surface,

Has Usually Not Actually Specifically Fucked Up Their Lives Via A Singular Bad Decision.

It Has Happened Due To A Underlying Vulnerability (Say Bad Mental Health),

And A Cascading Series Of Bad Life Outcomes Meaning The Dam Of Wellbeing Breaks’.

This Is The Scary Thing About That Much Said Cliche – “It Could Happen To Anyone”.

The Scary Thing It Is Basically True & Can Actually Happen To At Least 75% Of People.

Of Course, 25% Of People That Are Daddies & Mommies Girls & Boys Are Insulated.

Although Perhaps Push Comes To Shove – Even Half Of Them Could End Up ‘Down & Out’.

So That Being Said We Can Conclude It Is Quite Easy For Almost Everyone To “Fuck Up Their Life”.

So That Being Known – Let me Talk Of The Next Higher Order Reason Why Almost Anyone Can ‘Fuck Up Their Life’.

Industrial Society, Industrial Society, Industrial Society.

It Is The Bad Fit Of The Social Structure Of Industrial Society & Our Construction As Smart Animals.

That Is The Higher Order Reason For The Ridiculous Ease Of Fucking Up One’s Life.

The Industrial Society Only Cares For Commodities & Judges Harshly Anyone Who Breaks From It.

If You Break From Being A Commodity, You Will Become Invisible to the Systems Reward System.

Without The Rewards You Cannot Sleep Or Eat Well Or Have The Required Social Feedings Of Kindly Attention.

Yes There Is An Exception – The Person That Goes Bush & Lives “Off Grid” & Just Survives.

But As Always – The Exception Proves The Rule.

So Now Let Us Imagine Before Industrialisation.

You Were Either Landed Gentry Or Higher Such As A Lord Or King Or You Were A Serf.

A Serf Tilled The Earth To Raise Crops For Society, His Family Was Afforded Accommodation & A Percentage Of What He Grew.

If He Dared To Stop the Toil – He Was Punished Thusly:

He Was Fined, He Was Put It Stocks He Was Mutilated Or Killed.

Thus If A Serf “Fucked Up Their Life” By Disobeying Authority – He Wouldn’t Exist Long In That State.

Thus We Can Say The Agrarian Serf-Lord-King Economy Was A More “Blunt & Untechnical” Version Of Industrial Society.

Of Course This Is Sensible – For Industrial Society Is The Child The Medieval Society.

The Main Difference Is In Industrial Society The “One That Fucked Up” Survives Longer, Forms A Subgroup & Is Seen More.

‘Enlightenment’ Scolars Say That Science Sprung Forth & This Unique Force Made a ‘Radical Rupture In Society”.

But I Think This Is Too Romantic – Industrial Society Was Just As As Much “More Of The Same” As “Radically Different”.

This Fact Is Best Known By Intuition More That Anything.

Most Exist As An ‘Industrial Employee’ Which Trades Labour For Money To Live – Similar In Quality To A Medieval Serf.

An Industrial Employee Cannot Just Stop Trading Labour For Money.

This Reality Is Felt Acutely By The Well Seasoned Industrail Employee – They Know They Are Stuck.

The Industrial Employee Has Two Outcomes To Keep Toiling Or Face Fucking Up Their Lives & Join The Fuckups Collective.

The Medieval Serf Has Two Outcomes To Keep Toiling Or Face Fucking Up Their Lives & Then Be Killed.

Thus, We Can Say Confidently That Where The Medieval System Culls The Industrial Society Tends To Factory Produce Them.

I Could Now Talk Much Of Pre Medieval/Agrarian Times – & Talk Of Hunter Gatherer Societies.

But To Me The Answer Is Obvious.

In Hunter Gatherer Society You Could Rebell Against ‘The System’ Which Was Essentially “Man Hunt Woman Forage & Birth”.

Like Medieval Society You Would Either Be Killed, Maybe Banished Maimed or Shamed

BUT There Was Another Option Available That Beats The Medieval Or Industrial Counterparts:

They Could Take Their Chances & Disappear Into The Night Lie Low Forever Or Even Choose To Join A New Tribe.

In Fact The Hunter & Gatherer Fuckup Who Rebels Could Do this Re-iteratively Ther Entire (If Also Shortened) Life.

Thus My Conclusion To This Philosophical Treatment On “Fucking Up Ones Life” Is As Follows:

You Could Be Easy Killed For Being A Fuckup In Medieval & Hunter Gatherer Societies.

In Industrial Society The Fuckup Is A Byproduct Of a Mechanical Technocratic Society & Kept Alive For The System’s Strategy.

The ‘Fuckup’ Survives As An Object Of Permanent Derision – A Permanent Warning To Always Obey.

A Walking Sign that Says “Don’t Do What I Did – Keep Toiling Away No Matter How Maddening It Is”.

All In All IF You Have Voluntarily or Involuntarily ‘Fucked Up Your Life”,

You’d Be Best To Live As A Hunter Gatherer Who Has Fled Into The Night, & Can Survive On The Earth’s Wares Alone,

Or Join Another Tribe That May Be Wacky Enough To Invite A Total Fuckup Into Their Open Arms.

The Beauty Of Hunter Gather Tribes, I Think, Probably Lay In Thier Socio-cultural Inhomogeneity: Subcultures Aplenty.

The Worse Place To Be A Fuckup Is In The Here & Now So Called ‘Advanced Industrial Society’.

Instead Of Being Dead Or Walking Free Into The Wild, They’ll Turn You Into A Constant Visible Symbol Of Disobedience.

Thus, Industrial Society Is Not A Welfare State At All – It Is A Surveillance Control State That Farms Fuckups For Fun.

Perhaps The Meek (Aka ‘The Fuckups’) Will Inherit The Earth & It Will Be Well & Good.

As A Final Aside, I’d Like To Admit This:

Yes, My Bumper Sticker Reads “The Fuckups Will Win In The End”

[note: I have republished this work & added a long introduction to it with extra thoughts on the issues involved. Read it on my other wordpress site here https://martinantonsmith.wordpress.com/2023/03/09/my-bumper-sticker-reads-the-fuckups-will-win-in-the-end-new-intro-for-this-blog/)