"Lost Future"

Cyclical History, Stream of Consciousness

9/2/23:

It is a strange thing to have a lingering notion that something went awry, a natural progression skyward towards advancement, the foundation of which was knocked out from under it for an unceremonious and unwarranted collapse. 

It is a natural state of the fallen world, for one well-timed mistake, one moment of corrupted weakness to yank all of mankind into suffering. 

We bounce off of this suffering, we’re strengthened from it, but we can almost see “what could have been,” we can tell when something is out of place.

When something has been commandeered. 

To see this more positively is to see a past progression of times when a society that reflected the natural hierarchy of God’s dominion, a reflection of our understanding of Him and our capacity to create and destroy in His image is obvious. 

In other reflections, we see our own capacity to bring destruction upon ourselves whether it is destroying evil or destroying ourselves with our sin en masse. 

God knows what is going to happen, but He knows what potentially could have happened. 

And we are able to look back and see the moments in which we were on top of the world and saw the thousandth, the millionth grand fall. 

And we can see the future when sin didn’t win. 

When we preserved. 

Our Lost Futures

Not uncorrupted, but better.

Not perfect, but humbly striving upward. 

Not gratuitous, but distanced from greed. 

Long ago and “never was.”

I felt this notion strongly in Chicago and with an even greater intensity in New York City.

America’s future was hijacked, and the President stopped being the leader of the United States in 1913 with the introduction of the Federal Reserve.

Instagram “DR” content creator, “Principality of Spirit” and I discussed how American hegemony wold have looked a lot different if the President was still the true American leader. This would have given life to a metaphysically stronger world in the reality of the Bretton-Woods agreement.

But the United States, like the British Empire, was bought out.

Like many other scenarios, the true signs of the rot didn’t manifest metaphysically until much later.

Attempts to undo the damage of the Fed during the Harding and Coolidge administrations were foiled, and FDR’s cultural revolution and creation of the deep state saw an indirect application of Marxist principles.

The 1930s were odd in their extreme polarity.

The decade was known as the decade of the future, with futurism itself being an originally right wing movement.

The preservation of hierarchy with the humble understanding that the future is awe-inspiring with its mysterious expanse of possibilities.

On the other side of the spectrum, the Great Depression caused immense, intense suffering that was ultimately unnecessary, when one analyzes the interventionist economic policies of both the Roosevelt and Hoover administrations.

The Post-Great War worldview has two competing narratives:

>In order for the traditional, hierarchical understanding of the world to be preserved, it would need to adapt to and advance itself into the future.

>The traditional hierarchy is dead, and the only real authority that matters is not a reflection of God, but the greatest capacity for the allocation of resources.

The latter won out.

The 1930s were the staging bay for this: Hitler, Stalin, and Roosevelt all with a bid to be the fulfillment of the latter worldview.

Monolithic brutalism emerged from the realm of the communism, and the architects of Bauhaus gone all wrong.

But this cuts deeper than decisions made on the balance sheet.

Since starting “Blood & Rain,” one thing has emerged clearly: a metaphysical pattern that shows most concepts and dynamics are not mono-directional but bi-directional.

The decision to do away with ornate, inspired exteriors reflected the muted, Godless consensus reached in the aftermath of World War One.

But these interiors and exteriors influenced the grimmer generations beyond the 1940s.

They kept the minds away from what is inherent.

Hierarchy until the top show no path other than towards God. To reach the top of the mountain only to gasp at the infinite expanse of our Creator and kneel humbly.

“You have to wonder if the loss of interest in traditional life in favor of ‘alternative lifestyles’ is due to the office culture’s commandeering of meaning and wealth.”

God can be felt anywhere in prayer, but a society that is neither agrarian or urban rooted in traditional hierarchy will inevitably reach a state that is antagonistic towards the soul and provide a natural, surface-level remedy of hedonism and degeneracy.

Exteriors and interiors crafted by men, inspired by God and our inevitable advancement as a species in that order: to live in these ideas physically is to stay in these ideas.

There was a lost future in the past, the aesthetics of which were being crafted but were further abandoned each decade Post-Nuremburg, when it became illegal to be right wing.

Before this fall from grace, this is what the lost future looked like:

The Art Deco style plugged into traditional mindsets is the continuation of the Gilded Age.

Neoclassical→Gothic→Art Deco

To not look up to God in the right application of these schools of aesthetics is almost impossible when one is truly looking.

This is all dormant now.

New York is a Godless monolithic hellhole now.

No “billionaire’s row” will change that.

New York is a microcosm of the United States.

The United States’ direction determines the world’s direction, and we’ve been suspended in animation for close to 80 years now.

It has to end eventually, as no amount of technology can subdue nature forever.

If you walk through the streets of New York and truly listen, the echoes of the lost future can be heard.

They’ll lead you to room that is still in that paradoxical zeitgeist beyond time.

Or a vantage point for the spires that inspire a skyward ideal facing God.

These things can never be fully subdued by a Godless authority.

Neither can America.

Neither can the world.

“I need to go out and see the world.”

“New York IS the world.”

And perhaps, we can go back to move forward?

A grove erected skyward.

A place thin enough to hear God.

A place reflecting the nature of a cathedral the way libraries, civic centers, and even arenas once did.

The future is lost, but is almost seemingly, inevitably found.