The Fourth Shift

The most devastating manifestation of the destructive norm that unconsciously governs our thoughts is the logic of human sacrifice .  Our fascination with human sacrifice is most evident in religion and fiction. We readily accept that Jesus suffered and died for our sins. ​We enjoy movies that end with the hero completing the mission at the cost of their own life. Even more, we are drawn to stories about real-life heroes who sacrificed their lives to save others.​ ​ ​​Most real-life victims of sacrifice, however, never gave their consent, receive no credit, and remain invisible. Those in power are aware of them and decide the benefits are worth their suffering. Within economics, concepts like NAIRU, "Pareto optimality", and "Military Keynesianism" calculate such sacrifices as a necessity and our leaders follow them. Yet, hardly anyone admits that these sacrifices are made consciously—which, due to the unconcious destructive norm, might even be true.  Such examples o...

Let's start with a personal question: Are you a constructive person? Are you one of us who really try to think and act constructively? Do you, at the very least, believe in fundamental human rights and the inherent worth of all people? ​If so, you are not alone. Constructive thinking is a big topic these days. Every self-help expert stresses the necessity of a constructive mindset. In fact, not only the coaches and therapists but almost everyone seems to agree that being constructive is the way to go—except for a few outcasts who, embracing a negative identity, take pride in destructive behavior, such as gang criminality, mass shootings, child abuse, or thrill killings. But despite humanity's constructive outlook, the world is full of destructiveness. We destroy the climate, fight wars, allow people in the third world to live in deplorable conditions, trigger pandemics, and bully each other in our workplaces. Studies show that people are feeling worse than ever. How can this be...

There was nothing particularly strange about the event I later came to see as my first God-experience. I was a dreamy and imaginative child. The highlight of my week was the Saturday visit to the library. Mom and I would stay for hours and finish by wheeling home a stroller filled with books. I loved stories so much that I immediately decided to become a writer when I grew up make up my own. Besides I was bullied and needed an escape.  I was three years old, sitting on the toilet. I had just had a fight with my mom and lost. I was trying to imagine how I had carried myself during the battle when suddenly it hit me that I didn’t look the way I thought. In my mind, I had seen something beautiful and graceful—a noble heroine forced into surrender by a dim-witted superior power. Now I realized that not only mom, but everyone except me, saw something else. And what was worse: they were right and I was wrong. In my head, I was quite tall and thin with hair reaching all the way down my ba...

Attempting to be believed in my claim that the unwanted attention couldn't possibly be coming from so-called gay people, I also told my neighbors about the explicit couples outside my window. Perhaps that was why the gaslighting began? What happened next was that the special treatment resumed. This time, the intention seemed to be to convince me that the villagers' behavior had never been caused by any rumors. Again, as soon as people caught sight of me, they would look flirtatiously, sway their hips, or fix their hair. Gradually, however, new behaviors were introduced while the flirtatious ones were phased out. Some weeks, every single person would cough as soon as they saw me. Other weeks, everyone I met on the street said the same thing. Still other weeks, they would touch their hair or stare intently. This went on for twelve years. During the first few years, I was too ill to go anywhere. When I eventually became well enough to travel to nearby towns for shopping or hospita...

The antics started after my mother and I moved to a house in the country. Suddenly, the local women and girls would sway their hips, flutter their eyelashes, and fix their hair the moment they saw me. This went on for a whole summer. I suspected that a rumor had started circulating, and I had a theory as to why. In the circle I came from, we believed that everyone is basically a bit gay and that we should stop putting people into boxes and begin treating everyone the same. We wanted a world where people could just be themselves. But since we were intellectual and left-wing, our views weren't exactly common knowledge and could easily be misunderstood. I supposed the villagers had heard something about this, but not understanding the idea behind it, had ended up doing the exact opposite of what was intended. That is, they put me in a box and gave me special treatment. Because they didn't see themselves as part of that same box, they never tried to actually connect with me. As a r...

What I am going to tell you might be the most peculiar story you ever heard. It's so strange that for a long time I felt it was impossible to tell. But now, that I've made up my mind to tell everything it doen't feel that strange after all. Let's start from the beginning. I’ve always had a hard time of it. When a voice started talking to me, I had been sick ever since my teens—in a way that in itself raises questions about your mental health. Namely: I was suffering from both electrosensitivity and ME.  It was a life of almost total isolation. The only person I really saw was my mother, who was just as isolated. That’s what happens when you're sensitive to electricity. You’re physically cut off from the world because you can’t be anywhere near modern electronics. Then there’s the mental isolation; most people think you’re just making it up and despise you for it. If you on top of that suffer from ME (chronic fatigue) you don't have the energy for a social life ...

Ever heard of December 21, 2012? Yes, maybe you did—back then. There was quite a fuss about that date just before it arrived, but then everything went quiet. After all, nothing happened. Or did it? Do you know who made the date so famous? It was an American named John Major Jenkins. And do you know how he pulled it off? He managed to show mathematically that there were so many cosmic coincidences on that exact date that it simply couldn't be a fluke. Providing mathematical proof for the Great Shift of the Mayan calendar was the life’s work of John Major Jenkins. He demonstrated that the Maya based their entire calendrical system on an extremely rare cosmic event—the Galactic Alignment . This alignment meant a final synchronization of the sun's path with the galactic equator, culminating around the winter solstice of 2012, a date that marked the end of an era of 26,000 years as well as the thirteenth age of that era. Jenkins also showed that the Maya had constructed their temple...