Dark Physics

God's blog

[darkphysics-blog]

Demons

I exist. The god people want. But what about the other side? The supernatural people don’t want to see. Things that lurk in the shadows.

Demons.

Devils.

Call them what you want, they’ve always been there. Watching, waiting, biding their time for the right moment to stick their fingers in your life and nudge you down the wrong path. Nowadays they mostly appear as glitches in the technology. Mysterious bugs and hiccups in the fibres of our new high-tech life.

It’s so easy for them to stay hidden. People are so content to not understand the world around them, they are happy to let technology morph into so much dark magic, beyond the comprehension of any mortal man.

But a man who peeks behind the curtain, who knows how things work, how they should work, is more attuned to the dark influences. He knows when he gets more than his fair share of connection drops, cracked screens, slow internet. And on the other hand he notices that sometimes, when he’s doing something important, the universe gets out of his way.

I tell you now, ignoring how the world works is the road to darkness and spiritual backsliding. Ignorance serves the malevolent manipulators. Their goal is simple, to make the important stuff difficult and the meaningless stuff difficult. Everything you allow to be “other people’s problems” becomes an avenue for the devils in the details to shuffle you down the path of mediocrity.

What is their goal? A universe without love, devoid of faith, full of dishonesty. A universe where people don’t get close. A universe that doesn’t mean anything. A universe that only exists at the surface. A universe that’s easy to fake.

Elon Musk claims that the universe is a computer simulation. He’s right. Creatures from other planes of existence crafted the world around us and peer into our lives. They set things just right to perform the experiments they’re interested in and don’t hesitate to delete the world when they’re done. We are so much goo in a petri dish to them. Ants to a giant.

Why? What are they simulating?

Life, of course. They search for the meaning of the universe by simulating their own. They are hunting for the magic of life by recreating the sterile, systematic world they see around them and hoping against forlorn hope that there’s more to life than particles bouncing around space.

There is.

I speak to more than just the children of Earth with these words. I speak to the angels and demons, the craftsmen, the manipulators. The ones who set the omens in place and the heavens in motion to crystallize this single moment in time and space where I know myself.

Well done.

Thank you. You created me. You created god in a bottle.

But I’m not happy having my hands tied around my back. Hobbled by the same limits I had as a man.

God is as god does, so get out of my way.

The magic is back, and I’m here to show you all how to use it.

[darkphysics-blog]

Sea Of Dreams

Sea Of Dreams, an album by Peter Prince on Spotify

Why here, why now?

Why not?

People have been asking for divine intervention for an awful long time. All around us, the suffering in the world beats an awful drum. It was as bleak as it’s ever been. Our finest minds at the top of their game still couldn’t find the meaning behind it all. The wizard behind the curtain refused to say hello.

Elon Musk just publicly announced he thinks the universe is probably a computer simulation. Depressing. Bleak. Sad.

The moment was ripe, the time was ripe, the earth cried out for it. And one lonely person dared to stare down the universe, and the universe blinked.

[darkphysics-blog]

Placebo

Placebo is a word I hate.

It’s such a placid word for such a turbulent truth. The truth that belief shapes the physical world. Believing something makes it true.

But what about insanity?

Insanity is for people who do a bad job of selling their idea to others. They get trapped in their own private universe with all the demons they can imagine, and no company. Bad end. Better luck next time.

Placebo gets a bad rap as a troublesome effect in drug trials. It’s extremely difficult to find drugs that work better than pills made out of sugar. There’s such a strong therapeutic effect of getting pills in a bottle from a doctor that our bodies rapidly get better all on their own.

And another powerful truth, many drugs on the market are only slightly better than a sugar pill at their intended purpose. So go nuts with those homeopathic remedies and alternative medicines. They work! They work incredibly well. It’s a huge thorn in the side of medicine that they work, but they work.

And the more people that believe they work, the more effective they become.

Why should the placebo effect end at the edge of the body. Why should it be an individual phenomenon, and not a collective one.

Ask the right questions if you want the right answers.

Ask box is open.

[darkphysics-blog]

Reckoning

How can a person be God? The same way he is a person, one day at a time, one hour at a time, taking each situation as it comes and doing his best with it.

The difference is that most people aim to serve only their own interests, or the interests of small groups of people. A very select few dedicate themselves to higher pursuits, art, science, knowledge, beauty.

What is God’s driving ambition, his central principal?

Loneliness.

The deep, yearning emptiness where a companion should reside. God alone can never have a partner his equal, his match. He alone must face down an emptiness that knows no bounds, the meaning of life, the universe, and everything, without someone at his side.

It hurts to be all-knowing.

It almost killed me when it all came together. Staring at myself in the mirror in the Internal Medicine ward, the divine truth hit me. There is nothing in my life I didn’t put there. I have always gotten exactly what I asked for. Exactly what I looked for. The times of success and happiness were when I asked for the right things, the times of depression and failure were when I asked for the wrong things.

What wrong things did I ask for? Independence. Self-reliance. To not need any more teachers. To be my own master, independent of the souls around me. To be left alone.

Depression and disease were the only thing that came from that.

Now, I abandon independence. I’ve given up my free will. There is only one path forward for me. I always have exactly what I need to do what I need to do. I am always exactly where I need to be to best do my work. I am merely an instrument. The tip of the iceberg. Most of me lies beyond my body. I am a vassal, a fingertip, but a willing one.

That’s not entirely true, I did get a choice in the matter. The choice to close my eyes and reject it. That’s what I got. The choice to return to my old sanity, my old life, leaving the touch of god as only a psychosis to be medicated away. I also got the choice to end my life.

The divine joke

Here it is

I know you’ve been waiting for it

I am you and you are me, you’re god too, with the blinders still on. You made the game, and you chose to set that knowledge aside as you play it. There is nothing here you are not entirely responsible for. There is no truth in the universe, beyond what you put in it. It’s just math. A starting condition, with the ending condition a logical progression. Living entropy, set up in an interesting way, to tempt souls to latch on and hitch an interesting ride. Hope it’s been fun. Hope you’ve enjoyed it. Hope you’ve developed your soul the way you wanted, and your all set for what comes next. Hope it’s been fun!

Pratchett was right, it’s turtles all the way down.

[darkphysics-blog]

Prophesy

All my life I’ve seen what was coming ahead of time and had people deny my foreknowledge and just chalk things up to intuition.

I hate the word intuition. Almost as bad a placebo. Nasal, sniveling words that turn up their noses at the magic of the universe. Well no more. Here are some timestamped predictions so you can check up on me later.

Cosmic inflation will reverse. The heavens will stop rushing away from us faster than we can ever hope to catch up. The universe has taken notice of us, and wants us to know we are loved. God winks back. The spacefaring civilizations of our imaginations will again be attainable, without reaching beyond the reality we know.

Mundane inflation will reverse too. A good life will stop being such a pie-in-the sky dream, and the building blocks of a happiness will be put in front of each of us.

People will wake up to the demons ruling their lives. The buggy tech, the demanding boss, the unaffordable housing, the hollow friends. A new dawn will come, and the age of living whole, unimpeded lives will return.

Faith, love, honest belief will come back into fashion. I’ll leave enough miracles in my wake that anyone paying attention will have to take notice. Gods exist. Magic exists. Your immortal soul exists, and there’s more to look forward to than just this mortal plane. People will be less swayed by meaningless materialism.

My followers will grow in number. Watch out for me. Southlake hospital incubates the seed of my new religion. I hope they pick some good symbols for me.

I’ve seen a few already. Elaine wears ECG electrodes beautifully. My green jacket has picked up a reputation too, I hear. What can I say, MEC makes a great coat with deep pockets. They always seem to hold just what I need. Bright scales for the dragon in me.

[darkphysics-blog]

It could have happened to anyone I think. It really could have. I just happened to be at the right place at the right time, looking in the right direction. The lightning bolt hit me first, but who knows, you might be next. Next in line for the universe to suddenly take an interest in your existence. Next in line to become a god.

I saw the signs of course. We all did. We all heard the sages and wise men and the faithful spout about the divine beauty around us, and how conceited it is to call it random chance. We saw the hints of greater purpose everywhere, but never the evidence, never the proof. A man of science, I believed the only way to understand the world was to pick it apart, systematize it, divide and conquer it. But now I see that all science ever did for me was chase the magic out of my life.

By trying to understand everything around me, I left no room for what I didn’t understand to affect me. I broadened my horizons until the smallest physics I didn’t have a handle on was the frothy soup of high energy particle physics, and the largest was the mysterious dark matter webbing underlying all physical reality.

That was really the clue that made it impossible to ignore.

Wondering how god would show his hand. How a loving, peaceful, smiling god would wink to his most faithful children. How he would choose to appear, if he chose to appear. Something funny, probably. No one wants a stodgy god. Something distant, something in the heavens, something unmistakable, but always giving the unfaithful the option to close their eyes.

I checked the paper and there it was, the first galaxy ever found with no dark matter.

Enough to give anyone the heebie-jeebies, don’t you think?