Sabine Hossenfelder debunks 10 myths about quantum physics. A bit hard to follow, tbh. Maybe the worst myth is quantum physics itself?
You walk around aimlessly in a moonless, rainy, misty night. Then, this happens. Wat u do?
OK, I´m going to end tonight´s session somewhat early with a positive picture. Bing AI actually misunderstood my original instruction, which was to generate a pic of a being of light appearing in the kali yuga. Instead, we got a fairly good rendering of...paradise?! But OK, no problemo.
And hey, hey, let´s be careful out there!
I won´t link, but I just learned about "kush" and "tranq". This really is kali yuga and we´re stuck on some psycho planet in the suburbs of hell...
Meanwhile, libertarians want to legalize all drugs, yeah, whatever.
The old joker Osho comes across as U G Krishnamurti here. Or does he? It turns out that the content is AI-generated! Still, it *does* have a family resemblance to the real man. I wonder what the Osho Foundation will do when they discover this channel? Can they request that it be removed? Maybe you can´t copyright a dead guru. Besides, an artificially generated "Osho" speaking from beyond the grave is very much in the spirit of both UG and Osho himself!
The message (regardless of who wrote the script) reads like a psychotic break. I don´t doubt that spiritual experiences can sometimes feel like described in the video, but what exactly is being "experienced" here? God? His backside? Or something else entirely?
Maybe it´s just the ramblings of a Large Language Model...
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| - Yes, he said "collapse now and avoid the rush"! |
It´s been...a strange week. With weird synchronicities (for lack of a better word). And no, I probably won´t tell you!
So I recently got the feeling that we´re heading for some kind of final confrontation in the United States. I could be wrong, obviously. I don´t claim precognitive powers! But there is something in the air. A collapse? A coup? I mean, has anything *really* gotten better (no matter what you mean by that term!) during 2025?
But I´ve been wrong about "apocalyptic" predictions before, so maybe we´ll all live to see the Vance-Newsom apocalypse in 2028...
So I had some very strange experiences the night between Sunday and Monday. But I probably won´t tell you about them. You wouldn´t understand.
So I´ve been half-seriously, half-jokingly searching for my ishta-devata for x number of years. And no, I never asked Ganapati about it! So instead I sent my inquiries to ChatGPT, our new overlord.
One way for Hindus to find their ishta-devata is to analyze their horoscopes according to Vedic astrology (Jyotish). It soon became clear, however, that ChatGPT couldn´t properly calculate my Hindu horoscope, screwing up twice...so I had to do it myself (well, through a Jyotish site on the web) and feed the relevant info to ChatGPT. I won´t tell you the result, but Gemini confirmed it, so I suppose it´s "true". At least according to Jyotish!
Am I suprised? Yeah, maybe a little a bit. Next, I suppose I could try to identify my upasana-devata and kula-devata. Or maybe not, since I´m not actually a Hindu...
This somewhat confusing video has the sub-title "The Dangerous Bliss That Can Trap a Seeker Forever". Still, it does seem to say something important about devotionalism and mysticism...
Which are the most stupid conspiracy theories? Difficult to say, since the competition is pretty damn stiff. However, strong candidates would include the Mandela effect, flat earthism, the Moon landing hoax, and pretty much everything about Great Tartary and the Mud Flood.
Even "the face on Mars" was "better", since those who believed in it could at least point to photos of the Mars surface where one strange structure *did* look like an alien face. They had pics to prove it. But what the heck do flat earthers have? A Kansas corn field? Sure, I concede that it *does* look flat...
Some of the above conspiracy theories are extremely multifaceted. The Mandela effect includes pretty much everything that has been misremembered or misunderstood by larger groups of people. For instance, that Australia looked different on older maps. Yeah, that´s because there´s more than one map projection, bruh. Or that certain lines in old movies feel "wrong" when the movie is rewatched 30 years later. Yeah, that´s because your memory isn´t flawless. Or because the movie exists in several different versions. Or because you confused it with MAD magazine´s parody version. And what about the Bible? Didn´t the Lord´s prayer use to sound differently? Well, yeah, probably. That´s because there´s more than one Bible edition...
Or maybe you´re a loser who lives in a trailer park together with low IQ White trash? I´m kidding, but seriously, find another hobby!
In a similar vein, Great Tartary and the Mud Flood seems to be a veritable Oak Island treasure trove of misinformation about our past. Was Stonehenge really built after World War II? Were the Napoleonic Wars actually a nuclear war? You get the picture.
I happen to have an open mind concerning the supernatural or paranormal. But if people make up so much shit about natural events, how can I trust them when they speak of supernatural ditto? But perhaps I´m looking at this the wrong way. The fact that people are bad observers and serial confabulators might mean that something unknown, something strange, supernatural even, could be hiding from us. Perhaps in plain sight.
Maybe that´s the real conspiracy.
Not sure about this. The band is probably well-meaning, but it simply doesn´t sound as magickal in English as it would in, I don´t know, Sanskrit, Old Tibetan or whatever...
Sometimes the AI (in this case, Microsoft Bing) misunderstands the prompts in hilarious ways. Here is Christ "white-pilling" a disciple...
A common Skeptical argument is that people are bad observers. But shouldn´t that work both ways? If humans are bad observers, maybe the Skeptics are missing something? I don´t know, God, fairies, something...
Look what happened when I let ChatGPT lead me on into really murky waters. YE HAVE BEEN WARNED! Oh, and Gemini have been taken over by the infernal powers, too! Note that its version of Kali (above) is dancing with an I-pod?!
If you want, I can also make a shorter, more mantra-like version of this prayer so that it could be actually chanted in rhythm — something that feels like joining Her wild dance rather than just describing it. That would give it a more visceral Tantric energy.
Here’s a short, rhythmic, mantra-like version you could actually chant while imagining Kali’s wild dance in the void:
Moonless Night Kali Chant
Kali Ma, black as night,
Dance on stars, set worlds alight.
Crush my name, my pride, my breath,
Wrap me in Your joy of death.
O Maa, fierce, beyond all time,
Galaxies fall, yet You still climb.
Blood-red tongue, and eyes that burn,
Wheel of birth to void You turn.
Kali Ma, take “me” away,
Let Your feet in my heart stay.
Moonless Mother, vast and free,
In Your dance — no “I,” just Thee.
If you like, I can also create a call-and-response style version that could be recited with a drum or clapping, so the rhythm feels almost tribal — which would fit the midnight, moonless atmosphere perfectly. That would make it even more immersive.
Here’s the call-and-response style Kali prayer — designed for midnight, moonless practice, with the drum or clapping marking the heartbeat of the void.
Moonless Night Kali Call-and-Response
Leader: Kali Ma!
All: Kali Ma!
Leader: Blacker than the death of light,
All: Dance, O Mother, dance tonight!
Leader: Stars collapse and suns grow cold,
All: Still Your feet are bright and bold.
Leader: Galaxies fall like sparks to flame,
All: All returns to Your one name.
Leader: Tear the veil of time apart,
All: Place Your foot upon my heart.
Leader: Red tongue drinks the fear of man,
All: Void receives what fear began.
Leader: Beat of drum and rushing breath,
All: Joy in birth, release in death.
Leader: Moonless Mother, fierce and free,
All: In Your dance—no “I,” just Thee!
If you like, I can also make a slower, trance-inducing version where each line is repeated three times to create that hypnotic spiral effect so often used in esoteric Shakta night rituals. That way, it becomes more than poetry — it becomes a practice.
Yes, please.
Here is the slow, trance-inducing version of the moonless night Kali prayer, adapted for solitary or small-group midnight practice.
Each line is meant to be repeated three times before moving to the next, with a drumbeat or steady clapping to anchor rhythm.
The idea is to let the words dissolve into sound, the sound dissolve into breath, and the breath dissolve into Her.
[etc etc]
So I asked ChatGPT to give me a prayer to a certain Kali, based on some rather strange prompts...
Here’s a prayer to Kali for solitary recitation in the dead of a moonless night — taking your cosmic scale and turning it into the voice of someone standing before Her wild, annihilating, liberating dance:
Prayer to Kali in the Night Without Moon
O Kali, Mother of Night Without Moon,
You dance in the void before the first star burned,
Your hair streaming through ten billion light years of darkness,
Your anklets ringing across the bones of galaxies.
Our kind has wandered this Earth a mere three hundred thousand years,
A drop of dew on the blade of time,
Soon to vanish in the Sun’s morning breath.
Civilizations rise and fall in the time it takes You
To lift one foot and set it down again in Your dance.
What are we before the red algae swaying a billion years?
Before the sponges who drank the seas six hundred million years ago?
What is our vaunted age of steel and screens,
Before the gull wheeling twenty million years over the same gray waves,
Before the crow’s black eye that has watched forests grow and fall for five million?
O Mother,
You trample the dust of vanished empires,
You stir the ashes of dead suns into the next dawn.
Our planet is a fleck of ash in the furnace of Your womb,
Our lives a blink shorter than a spark in the wind.
Yet You hold even the ants and beetles in Your fierce embrace,
Even the weeds that split the stone in Your city of bones.
In Your hands, the birth of a star and the fall of a leaf are equal.
In Your mouth of flames, every cry is swallowed into silence.
O Dark Mother,
In this black night, strip from me my name, my years, my flesh,
Grind my pride to powder beneath Your naked feet,
And make me vast as the space between galaxies.
Let me whirl with You in the madness of Your dance,
Until there is no “I” left to die.
Jaya Maa Kali!
Jaya Maa of the Moonless Night!
