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Steady As She Goes |
Thursday – July 2, 2026

Halfway through yet another dastardly year and I feel fine, all things considered. Yes, I did recently suffer from a medical episode, which you can read more about here, but all things considered I cannot say that 2026 has been a blessed year or a devilish year, but then again what else could I possibly expect during these times of great strides, really of tribulations, read "Disintegration"? I guess I feel that the end is near, or rather nearer... Ha ha ha ha! I guess I can laugh at that at least, but seriously the world is in a very bad shape and it is just too easy to brush it off and descend into the darkness, but if there is anything I have been taught by my own tribulations so far this year it is that nothing good will ever come from not resisting, even if I only resist in a passive capacity, because after all I have not been given another choice by The Creator, and as such I will oblige. Indeed, what other thing could I possibly do in the face of God? I am sure that I keep asking myself these questions, but I hear no voices, as it should be, as it should be. Then again, I guess that 2026 has been a good year in the sense that it has enabled me to yet again consider God as a personal savoir and a friend, and this means that indeed I have come nearer to Christendom, but by gaining this knowledge I have also become further disillusioned with the modern world, for I now know on an even more intimate level that the world is truly in a very deep and dark age, but of course this applies in particular to the Western world, where really it is true to say that the world is coming to an end, read "Can Western Civilization be Restored?", and all the evil and disgusting fragility should be unbearable to anyone within his right mind, read also "What is Mental Illness?".

    I know that I may come across as ranting at the moment, but there is much to complain about here; in fact, there is so much to complain about here that I am simply going to run out of words and time before I could finish it all, and this is why I need some kind of outlet, preferably poetry, but that is also a point that should be put aside, for now. And yes, I am halfway through 2026, but I guess July is not thought of as a special occasion, a time to celebrate and to reflect, and really this July is, if anything, a time for action as opposed to reflection; most people are in the middle of the year and in the middle of their lives, and really it would be foolish to expect anyone to particularly care for July. No, most people will need about another 5, 6, or so months to go before they can truly make up their minds about this peculiar time in history, read "The Eschatology of the Kali Yuga", and besides most people are quickly losing their grip on time and of history anyways. Why of all places and spaces and odd times would the middle of the summer invoke anything special, read "The End of History"? I guess to that what I have been able to gauge so far this year is that yes, a lot of things are reaching their end, but to a large extend this is a cosmological necessity, really something that is required for the world to move into the next cycle, for without this cycle of death and rebirth there would be no force carrying life and its future in the first place. I am sure that the future generations will be disappointed, for that is their right and nothing else should be expected of them. Indeed, I am disappointed, and just as well, just as well. If God is my personal savoir, he must understand, but these points are all exoteric in nature and really does not cover the real depth of the matter at hand, because this is not personal and even if God decided to intervene on my behalf right now and in this very second, it would be too late, for without the proper understanding on a collective and corporative level, humanity is doomed, but humanity was always doomed. Sure, humanity has predicted the Armageddon and the great cataclysm for a long time, really sine the start of this cycle, and that alone must stand as a testimony of our times, as evidence that we indeed are living in the great deviation. Things may be changing, but change seldom brings any good luck or any good will with it, and more often than not, change sweeps through the life of supposedly "ordinary men" and causes one disruption after the other, until the numbness sets in, read "Ideological Indoctrination". Yes, now there is a saying going something like this: nothing ever changes... Ha ha ha ha ha! Well, is it true then? Of course not, but as I stated in my post that I linked to above named "The End of History", there is too much change happening all around us, and it has gotten to the point where most supposedly "ordinary men" have lost their reference point, for this was the greatest asset that time could provide, but now it is almost gone. Well, what is a man supposed to do without a reference point, even if this was a completely material reference point, because time in the modern sense is only a counterfeit?

    Anyhow, my motto this year has been and will continue to be: steady as she goes, for I need to preserve what I have and what I can win, and by that I mean that there are certain battles and certain struggles where I surely expect to win and then there are other battles and struggles where I quite frankly expect to lose, but then again most of these comes down to my own perspective, and if I do lack enough skills then I do risk falling into cynicism, a true sin. But it is true that the world is ugly, loud, and in constant commotion and all the noise is often overwhelming, and this is why I need to escape, and really why we all need to escape. The modern world really makes it quite impossible to remain engaged; any man that believes himself to be engaged with the world must either be a liar or mentally unbalanced, and I suppose there are many of that latter category, but then again what is the difference between a man who lies to himself on a continual basis and a man that is mentally ill? I suppose, if there indeed exists a difference, that the difference must be very subtle, but I do actually believe that a difference of sorts exist, but I simply do not have enough knowledge about this topic to further advance it in this post, and besides doing so would carry this post too far afield.

    Anyways, these are some of my reflections here at the midpoint of this year: yes, 2026 sucks but so did 2025 and 2024 and the year before that. All I can say is that the past sucked a little bit less the further back you go, and now there is a great abyss staring humanity right in the face...

Reginald Drax (AKA, M. C. Dutt) – July 2, 2026.