The Cult of Suffering: Abundance Year Episode 1978 (audio:noxsoma.s...

Full Metal Ox Day 1913
Tuesday 26, May 2026
Abundance Year Episode 1978
Noxsoma Life Camp:

Super Power Tuesday. FLex’em up Mi gente.

We can claim a handful of International friends. A few Americans that live abroad and a few more foreign nationals who we have met along the way and kept in touch with. As well as a few we met in the USA while they were studying here. And those we served with abroad. And let us not forget first and second generation immigrants & refugees that were sent to the city of brotherly love.

Wow. Stopping to count the beans, it’s actually a bit more than a handful. Your humble vagabond was more social back in the day, but no less curious. I would genuinely try to get into their heads and hearts to feel their experiences. This, by the way, is the original concept behind “empathy.” Try though I might, I did not succeed. It cannot be done at this stage of human evolution.

Good thing too. Otherwise this vessel would be a wreck. The collective suffering would wear a brother down.

Anyway, I cannot remember a single one of my international family telling me how lucky I am to live in the USA. Even if the country were prospering and not supporting genocide, as the Euro-American Supremacy system has from year zero, it wouldn’t really be a matter of luck. It would be more a matter of chance.

The word “chance” comes from the root, "cadere," meaning "to fall." Fallen rocks. Falling leaves. Falling fruit. The fruit of life falls from a tree. A random critter gobbles it up. Lucky guy. Critter travels a distance. Stops, or maybe he doesn’t stop, to take a dump. Passes an undigested seed or two, which grows into a forest in a thousand years.

That’s your lineage, especially if you’re of African or European extraction.

Here’s a good story. You’re a Sephardic Jew living on the Iberian peninsula in 1491. A year later you are expelled by the Christians who had just, “reconquered” the region. “Sefarad”, by the way, is a Hebrew word reffing to Spain. Instead of converting to Christianity or submitting to the wrath of the Inquisition, you escape to Portugal. A few generations later, your ancestors get the opportunity to migrate to this “New World.” And actually survive. A forest grows.

Hindsight can easily be framed as “prophesy.” Okay. Maybe. Maybe not. But it was certainly meant to happen. Chance is meant to happen and it can be no other way.

Back to the script.

“Terra’s Next Top Crisis” kicked off a new season last night, or maybe it was even before sundown across the pond, with the United States claiming to have bombed Iran in, “self-defense.” Every banner on the fake news networks emphasized the “self-defense” angle of the attack, which is how you know it’s a lie. Plus we recognize the post-hypnotic suggestion. We’ve seen this night club act before. Who wipes out populations and families and children and calls it “self-defense?”

Speaking of language. We used, “last straw” in one of our essays yesterday, or maybe the day before. Around the same time, “last straw” is trending among the pod-heads in reference to the Russia Ukraine, “misunderstanding.” Russia brought out the “whoop-ass” and lit up Kyiv.

Did I see somewhere that North Korea shot off some missiles as well? There’s always that subplot running that may or may not turn into a summer replacement series.

Must be a coincidence.

Many humans that live here in the States, regardless of their “status,” (it’s just another one of those measurements that the Hapsberg diaspora is obsessed with), feel “lucky” to be here, despite any of a hundred random threats from, micro-aggressions to the knockout game, to the PhD barista in the over-prices cafe not putting enough leche in your latte, that can ruin your day. To real life threats that can ruin your life. At least you don’t have to worry about getting Shanghai’d on the streets of Ukraine and sent to the front to fight Ruskies. But mind your language, my far-right nationalists. One antisemitic, nudge-nudge, wink-wink, and, “No Soup for you!” No electricity. No job. No welfare, food card, travel, and certainly no pretty flower art, or smiley faces in your mocha-choka caffe misto la-la.

Stay savvy, stay strong, stay safe, stay sane, stay serene, stay sovereign, stay subscribed.

PEACE

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The Cult of Suffering
Millions of humans around the world are suffering. How do we know this? Well, we’re told by statistics. However, all you really have to do is read social media. They will tell you themselves. Before coming to Substack, I was completely ignorant of the language of suffering. I’d heard about “bullying,” “trauma,” “PTSD,” “abuse.” These are the celebrities of suffering language. “Wounds,” was a word I was unfamiliar with in the context of suffering. Also, humans referring to their “nervous system” the same way they refer to their, “depression,” or their, “mild to sever irritable bowel syndrome.”
It’s probably more accurate to be “aware” that we have a nervous system that’s responsible for what? Everything we experience and how “we,” or the “nervous system” interprets those experiences. But going around speaking about it in the third person, is a signal. It’s like a secret handshake. Encoded language. Like referring to yourself by your name. Like that guy in Seinfeld.
“Jimmy is experiencing pain. Jimmy is no longer listening to your lies. Jimmy is enjoying the sunset.”
If your “nervous system” is you, why not give it a name? Why not give it your name? And then, why not just refer to it as “I,” or “me?”
And there you have it. You’ve gone full circle. “Every fiber of my being,” becomes, “my nervous system.”
Millions of nervous systems on this planet are suffering. Some suffer in silence pondering, “Why me?” Others make a show about about it. I don’t want to belittle them, but 100,000 likes for sharing your nervous system’s pain, would be tough to walk away from. There’s this temptation to climb the escalation ladder of pain and suffering.
Back to Seinfeld. Jon Lovitz, probably best known on Saturday Night Live as, The Liar, played a similar role on Seinfeld. He claimed that he’d been diagnosed with cancer, and only had a few years to live. He received a lot of attention and gifts by way of sympathy. When he didn’t die, people got suspicious.
And speaking of cancer, there’s a woman I met in Europe many years ago. She’s an entertainer. She was diagnosed late last year and has been, in my humble observation, using her illness to sell product. It’s more of an eye-roller, than any type of low vibe emotion. Because I’m not even surprised. She’s the type to do this. (But it might be her team.) She’s on my quantum healing list. I only check-in on her to see if she’s still alive. And I don’t regret checking her status, but every time I do it’s like a commercial advertisement. Of course, this could just be the “face.” Might be an entirely different story behind the scenes. She’s recently started posting AI generated facsimiles of herself. I’m like, “nah, that’s not you babe.”
Some humans actively work to defeat their suffering.
If being fat, sick too often, and in a contemptuous relationship constituted “suffering,” your humble vagabond was there. The main idea here isn’t pity, or even revelation. At this point, it’s just a matter of fact. But I didn’t stay there. And the story is much too long for details. People write entire books about, “Their journeys.” And the bottom line is, “If I could do it. You can too.”
The question is always, “How?”

The answer is, “Start.”

“Ask, ‘how?’ one more time mo fo!”

If there’s a “secret” to this process at all, (there are probably many “secrets”, because most humans don’t pay attention, they don’t believe and they don’t attempt), it’s not asking exoteric questions. Those are questions outside of your, nervous system.

Here’s the way I approached it. I made a declaration regarding my situation. Then I asked my nervous system, “How am I going to do this?” And little, by little, over two decades, “suggestions” came my way, from all different directions. I call them “suggestions” rather than “answers,” because some of them weren’t answers, yet. It’s funny how that happens. It’s worthy of explanation, but we don’t have time here.
How does that song go? “Read the book.”

It always takes a longer time than expected to get to the point, which is, “counter-intuition.” The alleviation of suffering is not a group exercise. What this group business does, is gets you hooked on the group. One of the best pieces of advice from the last century that I ever heard, is that, (I’m going to individualize it for you, because this was one of the keys that actually unlocked progress), “You must learn to like yourself.” It doesn’t have to be a socio-pathic, megalomaniacal love affair. No one’s suggesting you die in a cave admiring your reflection in a pond. Just be able to “like” you as if “You” is a friend. Sometimes you tolerate the behavior of friends, that you beat yourself up over.
Chill, dawg. If it upsets you, stop doing it.
But, it’s not a group exercise. It’s an individual private matter. This leads, (or I should say, it led your boy), to what humans are calling “awakening,” “enlightenment,” and a list of other, “feels” that cannot be expressed in “celebrity” words that inevitably decay as they become more, “brands” than solutions.

So let’s wrap this up. If I can ever report that, “ten of millions of humans are thriving, surviving and aliving around the world, I wouldn’t have to report it, because it would be obvious. There would be a omnipresent feeling. I don’t know that feeling externally, but I know it within this vessel. It would be a feeling of indestructibility. It’s better than feeling safe. It’s better than feeling secure. It’s a feeling like, it’s okay to smile and wave at people who don’t know. Like when I was a kid. They are not, “strangers!” That scary word that keeps us in our toxic shells.
“Better the poison you know, than the poison you don’t.” Both will kill you.
They will be non-toxic like crayons, because they, and you, and your respective nervous systems will not b burdened with manufactured pressures on the psyche. Your hearts will not be corrupted.
Partial disclosure: Our corporeal vessel is not “there,” yet. Our demons are still lurking. Ego is still attached to the Supremacy system that triggers certain behaviors. However, the issues have been submitted to the cosmic superintendent and repairs and modifications are on going.
You can’t fix the roof if the pillars are crumbling. First, repair and strengthen the pillars, then tackle the roof. And on that, “high note.” We leave you to your suffering.

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