The Epstein Document Dump
I have been engrossed in alternative media coverage of the first dump of Epstein documents. The more scintillating bits involve the very wealthy fussing over grape soda, pizza and beef jerky. At this point, we know from the context of exchanges that these are code words for other things. As of this writing, another 3 million document tranch is being withheld. Some have posited even more in conspiratorial tones, suggesting boxes and boxes are sitting in the basement of a secret government warehouse.
In these revelations, there is cause for sadness over sexual victims who (sometimes) turned into victimizers, of abortions performed by Israeli doctors on women who had been raped as part of the daily rhythm of their lives as sex slaves.
What stands out to me though is the craving. Epstein and his circle of princes, ex-presidents, moguls, lawyers and so on were driven by an insatiable desire for sensual experience. When these did not provide the high they once did, they turned to even more devilish pleasures like cannibalism, torture and murder. A U.S. official announced that the snuff and torture films would not be released to the public in order to protect the victims and their families. One photo did surface of a trap door that opened to the sea, setting off much conjecture.
Were bodies tossed down the chute to become chum for sharks? I don't know. I've thought about this for some time and have decided that any corpses would just hang around, smelling up the place. The stench of a corpse is pretty bad. Some years ago, a young deer died a few feet from my front porch. The smell was everywhere, overpowering, a sensation unique in my experience. Therefore, I'm not inclined to see the odd feature as anything other than a ladder that allowed someone to throw garbage into the water. Then again, maybe there was a current that pulled objects out into the deep.
I've spent too much time pondering the physics of how to dispose of dead bodies on a remote island owned by a billionaire. As one does...
Epstein was a hungry ghost, or a demon. A fawning Steve Bannon did a playful set of interviews with him shortly before he went into the prison where he eventually died. You can check-in, but you can never leave, Hotel California-type stuff.
I remember waking up and looking at my device to see his death reported in 2019. I had a good chuckle since most of the haunts I frequented on the Internet had a dead pool going, and the establishment is nothing if not predictable. Epstein worked his magic on Bannon and it becomes pretty clear that the devil possessed some set of characteristics which made him likable and attractive to other people.
It's a mystery how pecking orders form in society, where someone like the Duchess of York could overlook his conviction for procuring a minor for prostitution while bringing her children to him for a visit. This suggests a kind of social deference, or maybe a recognition of someone worthy, where this includes social standing and value.
The ordinary function of the system is beneath the radar of duchesses and the elite class. They don't really care or even know about a court's judgement against a friend and advisor. Epstein was busted on prostitution and when looked at, it seems pretty trivial, something you can overlook since we all have sexual needs. I don't think Fergie is a bad person, just oblivious, living in a bubble that doesn't include keeping track of what her contacts do in the world they never visit, never see. Of course, we may learn with the next document dump that she was also obsessed with frozen beef jerky. Anything is possible now and the whole world is an oyster.
The appetites for sense experience are endless and the wealthy can reach heights of power that give them access to every outlet for their exploration. And still they – these cravings – are never fully exercised, never exhausted. The emails between Epstein and his doctor for Viagra present an elderly man struggling to maintain his sexual stamina. It's very sad, to be in a body worn down by age, yet still being ridden by the demon of lust. Let this be a warning to Buddha skeptics: The power of craving is enough to fuel one over innumerable lifetimes. Watching Boomers hang on for dear life to their belongings, their relevance and status even as yet another death approaches has been a blessing of sorts. It's a mirror to our own heart.
I see the predicament of Epstein and the various anonymous, protected parties. They have accumulated vast amounts of "bad karma" in this life and their destinations are probably very hellish.
The West is, at this point, a nihilistic death cult as I've written about already. It has been wracked by violent, bloody conflicts for centuries, the symptom of a deeper spiritual poison. You can find horrors galore in other cultures as well, but, contrary to Steven Pinker, I'm not very sanguine about Western history. It's been especially brutal for the last several centuries on a scale that is hard to fathom. China's Mao surpasses in the murders and killings, but it still pales in comparison to two World Wars, religious wars, conquests, attempted genocides, etc. I write this on the eve of two aircraft carriers being in the Near East, part of the build out for a possible new war with Iran.
From the moment I graduated high school to now, we've always been in a war or planning a new one. Decades of my life have been in the context of ongoing wars, occupations and insurgencies.
Will this latest excursion into the Persian Gulf lead to the Gog and Magog final battle foretold in the Yahwist texts? People who believe in prophetic visions may not realize they are being shaped to produce the very scenes described in their sacred texts. The problem with prophecy is that it is a form of social conditioning. Red pillers of a religious bent will want to see themselves as aware of The System and its nefarious ways of using brain rot to weaken people, to turn them into moral degenerates. But prophecy is also social conditioning, a shaping of the mind that leads to actions seemingly scripted out. One becomes "destined" to fulfill a role by accepting its tasks, and then becoming it completely. What's the movie about the actor who plays a fascist general or leader, only to fall so completely into it that he loses his former identity?
Identities are shifting sands, yet they seem pretty solid when you are in a massive sandstorm.
The members of the Western elite were more often than not, tied into Epstein's network. They are either knew him directly or were aware of him. They easily knew someone who hung out with him even if they were not in his Rolodex. Six degrees of Jeffrey Epstein instead of Kevin Bacon.
These individuals by the way are the current flower of Western civilization. They are "elite."
President Trump's attorney general, Pamela Bondi, shouted in response to questions about her handling of the Epstein files, that there was no appreciation for the 50,000 DOW average, or the record levels for other stock indices under Trump. We are not sending our best into the elite positions, but still, they are our flowers no matter how modest.
Outliers, aficionados of the Epstein saga, are mainstream now, with people reading about "beef jerky," a billionaire making and freezing pounds of the stuff in freezer-proof bags. Who freezes beef jerky? No one.
Reflecting on the unimaginable horrors experienced by young girls and even children at the hands of Epstein and his elite friends, I've had some good doses of disenchantment. I'm not as enthralled by sense experiences as of late, but we all go through seasons. Practitioners are urged to reflect on their every moment of sense experience. Watermelon tastes like this, Fruit Loops like this... lust feels like this...
The Epstein dump is like having a bucket of ice water dumped on your lap while having a red hot boner. When you see lust in others, it can cause one to pull back and look more closely at the suffering we put ourselves through by not guarding the sense doors.
It's all suffering. It's all bearing something that is unpleasant, unsatisfactory, a compulsion. Observing heightened levels of sensuality in the rich and powerful is a benefit, since the conditions it produces – of intense suffering, of animal like confusion and misery – stands as a stark warning that great wealth doesn't lessen dukkha. It in fact is a great weight that ties you further to a world on fire.
Bannon, in his interviews with Epstein, seemed at times to be trying to sus out whether the predator had an identity for himself. "Are you the devil?" he asked at one point, seeking out some sign of candid reflection and self-assessment from Epstein.
There wasn't anything there however, just a swirl of total unawareness.
