The tea connection, the current known state of the Urantian nation, and concluding links.
Urantia: Bureaucracy of the Cosmos
My curiosity in Urantia, (curiosity, not to be mistaken with interest), was entirely due to their very tidy-looking book. I’ve been interested in cult theories, the occult, and all other things arcane or esoteric for a few years now. Most of the books look like they were made by Ren Faire workers. This whole Mystical... Continue Reading →
Oneida Community Limited
The decline and fall of the Oneida community began when founder John Noyes chose to pass the commune's leadership onto his son, Theodore. Besides being shy and awkward, Theodore was an agnostic. This change caused a schism in the community with one Communitarian, John Tower, attempting to take control himself. He and a breakaway group... Continue Reading →
Oneida Stirpiculture: America’s First Eugenics Program
The stirpiculture experiment at the Oneida commune would be the first eugenics program tested on early American soil. It went on for ten years, between 1869 and 1879. The term stirpiculture was coined by Oneida founder John Humphrey Noyes. He also developed the experiment through his interpretations of Plato, Charles Darwin, and Francis Galton. Noyes... Continue Reading →
Cult Perfection: Mutual Criticism & Male Continence
Mutual Criticism Something common to creepy societies regardless of the flavor of faith is some concept of guilt or shame. One of the only webcomics I've read and continue reading with every update illustrates this really well with the author's story of his experiences at the Elan School. You can enjoy that here. For the... Continue Reading →
Oneida is a vaguely familiar name for some. They make silverware. I know this because they once has a storefront in New Orleans while I still lived there. But like Celestial Seasonings there's a great, big freaky story behind those forks. The Oneida Community was founded by John Humphrey Noyes in 1848. The commune settled... Continue Reading →
Machine Learning’s Stream of Conscious Diary
Is it all just bots? I've only made a few posts here, so I should say, there's only so much tinfoil on my walls. Enough for me not to engrave a political party onto my core identity, enough to doubt the official reasons for every war that has ever occurred. Enough to side-eye my phone.... Continue Reading →
Right Foot, Wrong Foot
So I wonder, about this lovely Tartaria, if this is a cope for the ugly modern world.