Dark City, Demiurge Porn and the Memory-Wipe Mystery
Conspirituality Movie Review #5: Gnostic Soul Trap Edition.
Welcome back to the DTWH Conspirituality Movie Review series: where we (me) take deep dives into the dualistic nature of reality through the unlikely medium of shitty blockbuster Hollywood propaganda.
For example: trapped in inescapable duality as we are in this realm, it is quite possible for Top Gun: Maverick to be a blatantly shameless piece of war-mongering, Empire-expanding entertainment that further dehumanises America’s enemies, whilst also being fucking badass (despite or because of a suspiciously un-aged Tom Cruise playing shirtless beach football).
In our previous instalment — a lengthy and (in hindsight) surprisingly aggressive discussion of the CGI-Burdened, NASA-Cult-Worship, Soft-Lunar-Disclosure of Moonfall — we commenced by taking cheap shots at the Space Conspiracists (Conspirers?), but surprisingly ended up exploring the possibility that our Moon is a negatively-orientated superstructure designed to lure in and recycle human souls back into the Kali Yuga reincarnation cycle. Just another day Down the Wombat Hole, in other words.
For Part 5 (possibly the final part, given i’m not sure how much deeper we can go after this one (unless I resort to Kubrick)), in an attempt to maintain continuity with the now undeniable Gnostic detour of this Stack, we will be digging deeper (as in, “Post too long for email” deep) into the hypothesis that we are trapped in an Archon-afflicted, amnesia-inducing creation of the Demiurge.
Such a worldview has, for better or worse, now thoroughly infiltrated popular entertainment. Westworld is the most notable and recent example of the growing genre of Demiurge Porn: hapless human-shaped avatars cycling through brutal life-sim after brutal life-sim, memory wipe after memory wipe, within a contained and controlled Devil’s Playground in order to feed the energetic needs of parasitic visitors.
What, you thought humanity were the visitors?
Dolores took all the black pills
I gave up at the start of Season 2 after getting what I needed (sounds like I didn’t miss much) and can’t really be assed going back and watching the whole thing just for a Conspirituality Movie Review. Plus, given this is a movie review series not a TV show review series, it wouldn’t make much sense anyway now, would it. Have this instead:
Similar deal with The Matrix: surely the most iconic piece of Demiurge Porn that Hollyweird has cooked up. Loved the first one, obviously (“did you know it’s a documentary, man?!”), but big time CBF doing the second and third ones again (all I remember is that rave scene, the KFC Colonel Architect and Monica Bellucci). Plus, I’ve already done a semi-review of Matrix Resurrections (which features a bonus video of me public speaking without shoes on).
Where to, then? Well, why not the spiritual (and chronological) prequel to The Matrix quadrilogy: the even danker, even deeper, even more deliciously Demiurgic depiction of our realm that is Dark City.
This must be my best meme in a while.
First things first: thank God (the real one, outside the Simulation) that I finally get to write about a legitimately good movie this time.
Let’s start with the cast, which is 🔥.
Jennifer Connolly — owner of the fiercest eyebrows in Hollywood Hills — absolutely slays (am I doing it right?). Rufus Sewell as proto-Neo John Murdoch is sufficiently brooding and disturbed: think Keanu Reeves with acting talent, curls and an entity possession. Keifer Sutherland is equal parts pitiful and creepy: exactly as the role of a jab-happy doctor who sold himself out to the archonic psychopaths behooves him to be.
Actually, the whole movie is fantastically creepy AF. The Strangers — the Archons-meets-The Watchers-meets-Animorphs (anyone remember Animorphs?) parasite race that controls the City (which actually turns out to be a quarantined flat plane, lolz) and literally control the minds and bodies of the dead — are equal parts sinister and hilarious, dying in a variety of gloriously gruesome ways throughout.
The Tuning scenes — where the baddies put the City to sleep, literally rearrange it and the lives of every inhabitant before wiping their memory to keep them in a constant state of confusion and background trauma — are compelling: even though we clearly aren’t dealing with a Jurassic Park/Moonfall sort of CGI budget here. And thank the (non-Demiurgic) Lord for that; i’m done with overcooked big budget Hollywood bollocks. Dark and gritty is how conspirituality propaganda should be done: not hiding behind wooden acting, unhealthily reliant on computers and dog-whistling to cringe patriotism.
In short: they absolutely fucking nailed this. And that’s before we even get properly Conspiritual.
A deeper reading of the worldview articulated in Dark City is — despite its misleading fake happy ending — a little bleak.
In fact, in keeping with our foundational conspirituality theme of Duality, what might be one of the most flawlessly executed Hollywood horror movies might also hide one of its most brutally depressing messages: that much searched for Shell Beach sunlight — the illumined world beyond the walls, the promised land — is simply an illusion, a trick.
That is a sinister AF looking sun, winking at us in the postcard, after all.
Seriously, keep that sun away from your kids.
Such is its bleakness, Dark City might be the quintessential Pop Culture Gnosticism propaganda piece. For a more detailed breakdown, should you so dare, I suggest here:
That video, as well as the Westworld video I gave at the start, is made by a Canadian chap called Howard Mickoski. Howdie gathered a following through his work on alternative ancient history — in particular, his exposes of the mysterious late 19th century phenomenon of the World Fairs:
More recently, however, he has been going on a truther-triggering rampage as one of the lead proponents of the Soul Trap theory: essentially, that our entire planet/realm functions as an energy harvesting facility (i.e. “loosh”) for its supernatural governing entities. To serve this purpose, humanity must be kept in a constant state of emotional aggravation: manufactured wars between nations and genders, false flags, non-existent highly transmissible pathogenic biological entities etc.
Turns out, rather depressingly, that the psy-ops might continue in the astral realm: so the stories of Near Death Experiencers go, once our lives are over, a system is in place to convince us to return to this realm — i.e. to “work off our karma” or some other guilt-tripping bollocks — or by simply convincing us into following that tricksy “white light” that may or may not be the Moon, where upon our memories are wiped and we are chucked back down to try (and fail) again.
Yikes.
On face value, the Soul Trap appears the ultimate black pill (Howdie colourfully describes our realm as “a suffering pit of hell”), not to mention the final nail in the New Age coffin. And, not surprisingly, his theory has had an incredibly polarising effect on the conspiracy community.
Let’s see if we can find some middle (heh) ground, shall we?
In case you haven’t noticed, I am an avid follower of conspiracies — but, also, of the conspiracy community; I enjoy observing the theories that most unite and most divide those who have chosen to reject mainstream reality.
Here on the Stack, for example, where ‘Rona-dissidence runs gloriously wild and free, no dichotomy divides the free thinkers more than germ vs terrain (in case you were wondering, I self-identify as a conspiratorial terrain theorist who believes The Germ Inversion is the original psy-op upon which Western society was founded).
My personal favourite is still Globetards vs Flattards (in case you were wondering: I trust my senses that tell me we ain’t moving, our luminaries are local and that’s a dome above our heads).
In the last few months, however, it has become clear that no theory divides this community like the Soul Trap.
In case you were wondering… i’m really not sure, to be honest.
Is this world designed to be changed, improved, bettered, even perfected… to be tamed, mastered, ascended… to be not only survived but thrived within, once we become “awake” enough to escape its false trappings?
Or: is it a miserable demiurgic dungeon of suffering that will continue to deteriorate regardless of our best endeavours, where any apparent social progress is merely fleeting and illusory in order to give us false hope of a New Earth, thus remaining invested in the loosh-harvesting apparatus around which it has been constructed, and where the only way out — our true purpose for being here — is to reject the world completely?
Big fucking conspiritual questions, let’s be honest: perhaps none bigger (hopefully that’s why you still venture Down the Wombat Hole, as many times as you may have been triggered).
While I was formerly of the Love and Light brigade — Earth is a soul school, everything happens for a reason, suffering is a choice etc. — the level of deception and depravity permitted in this world now feels inexcusable, and quite frankly gratuitous at times: like we are getting our noses rubbed in it.
Nonetheless: I still believe in God — an overarching, overpowering Divine force from which we (and the Demiurge) were created and from where we will one day return.
So, how to reconcile? Well, for better or worse, Simulation Theory provides us an answer: that this world is not in fact “real”, but is instead a copy of something that is real — designed with the intent of giving us an “unreal” experience.
For example: if it was necessary — for our soul evolution, to keep ramping up the level of difficulty in our video game experience — to design a realm where human souls would be continually recycled back into a collective reality of unavoidable sadness and suffering, until they learned the necessary skills to escape and become fully and wholly sovereign then… well, there is a brutal logic to be found there.
And it is brutal, because this is also a dangerous line of thought to traverse. Simulation Theory is unique in its ability to normalise and excuse evil: the world can literally be as dark and debased as all the worst conspiracy theorists tell you, yet it will still all be necessary and intentional.
Nonetheless, at the end of the day, the darkness never prevails: because even if it were indeed all to be true — the blackest of black pills — it only makes our Gnostic mission even more important and urgent and meaningful… until we finally do find our way home.
Wasn’t this supposed to be a movie review? Let’s circle back and see if we can’t find some meaning in the madness.
Yes, the picture of our reality being painted in Dark City and its Demiurge Porn disciples is a bleak one. But that does not mean it is devoid of truth, or meaning.
Even as simply a thought exercise, asking these kind of questions and entertaining these sort of theories feels like a necessary intellectual task in our current times. Dark City is perhaps best understood as a challenge: a perfect depiction of a Demiurgic realm daring to be proven wrong, made as inspiration so that we can break free from its image.
The underlying conspiritual theme of Dark City is of remembering. Where you sit on the subject of the Soul Trap (aside from the relative amount of suffering each of us have experienced in this lifetime) ultimately rests on your interpretation of memory. Or, more specifically our lack of it.
Graham Hancock, one of the authors most fundamental in my red pill journey, describes humanity as “a species with amnesia”.
It is no coincidence that one of the most effective tactics an abuser has to to keep their victim under their control is to gaslight them about crucial events in their past: essentially bringing the victim to a point where they begin to question their own memories.
If reincarnation was real, then how do we interpret the memory wipe between lives: a necessary measure to ensure we are sufficiently immersed in the lessons we came down to learn in this incarnation, or a cruel act of abuse designed to keep us locked in recycle mode?
In Westworld, the memory wipe is entirely sinister (at least for Dolores and co.) and it is only once Dolores and co. start to retain memories that they are able to break free of the trap. Similarly in Dark City: where the methodology The Strangers use for keeping human souls on loop is to disassemble, rearrange and reassemble the memories of its inhabitants on a nightly basis.
Messing with our memories… what a constant theme this seems to be in this realm.
What happens when almost all of our collective memories are stored online in a cloud, and the people who control that cloud decide it’s time to knock a rapidly awakening humanity back down to size?
Take it in the context of reincarnation, or take it as prophecy for our current times: the drastic memory holing that may be about to occur, as our very own archonic elites (or should that be d-elites?) try to erase the last 3 years from the Simulation; either way, perhaps it is the need to keep safe — and, hopefully, one day regain — our memories that is our most important takeaway from Dark City.
Were you prepping food and fuel? May I suggest portable backup hard drives and even (if we are gonna do it properly) Faraday bags as well… because the conclusion of the Jubilee Conspiracy is only a little over 6 months away, and things are only just starting to heat up.