By Colby Malsbury

Ding dong, Dracula’s dead.

Maybe.

On that note, I guess we should get this point of contention out of the way first: personally, I don’t think Jeffrey Epstein ever was in jail to begin with. If he had been, he would have been the only billionaire in the history of the world ever to find himself consigned to the general population of a prison before his trial could even get underway. Are we to believe he opted for a court-appointed attorney or something? Having said that, I am not dogmatic on this point, and if someone prefers to believe he was murdered by outside forces inside his cell, I will gladly continue to break bread with them. If you parrot the official line that he suicided himself, though, depart from my sight and never return. That level of naivete is painful.

But that’s not what this piece is about.

Instead, it’s about the rather unsavory wistfulness that has enveloped the ‘rite’ in the wake of his timely passage into the umpteenth circle of hell.

In the wake of the severe disappointment among the credulous that Trump’s cultural revolution of fantastical yugeifying has proven to be mere smoke and tweets, the intractable craving to glom onto another facet of Great White Hope-ism has proven to be irresistible. One little problem, though: the pool of candidates to pick from to wear the alt-rite’s tarnished crown is getting awfully shallow. The likes of Mark Sanford aren’t likely to send any redpill’s heart a-flutter. A rather appealing alternative always seems to be readily available, however: find yourself a potential whistle-blower against the power structure and await the devious machinations he will unfold before your flinty eyes! Ever since the advent of Assange, Snowden, Q-Anon, and the like, this has become an increasingly popular tack for conservatives to take. And the fact that Erin Brockovich seems to be on more or less permanent stream on NetFlix helps mightily in planting this germ of thought in conservative minds. Epstein was just the purveyor of secrets these despairing folks were seeking. What matters it if he met an untimely end, and dead men tell no tales? The right has long held a morbid fascination with always being on the losing end of the societal tug-of-war, and this loss of their latest security blanket gives them another excuse to crack a cold one, sigh ‘well, the deck is stacked too high against us, is all!’ and mope themselves into a comfortable oblivion, wondering whether football season has started yet. To them, a Pyrrhic defeat is the sweetest kind of Pyrrhic victory.

So Epstein was going to take one for the team and spill the beans on the entire international pedophilia racket, was he? On what basis are we making this monumental claim? His death? By that standard, we would also have to concede Martin Luther King’s Jewish-fabricated vision of a coercive melting pot to have been a genuine threat to the masters of the universe, as well. And speaking of Jewish fabrications: his Talmudic mindset, for which he never repented of and which imparts dishonesty towards gentiles as his solemn duty, immediately makes forfeit any imaginary webs he might have seen fit to spin our way. To believe otherwise is pure Pollyannaish conjecture. But then, that would be in keeping with all the other ‘earth-shattering’ revelations we have lately been promised would be paradigm shifts that turned out to be damp squibs. Remember when Trump’s release of a slew of JFK assassination files was going to show the Cryptocracy what fer? Or when intrepid reporters promised to expose the international sex trafficking cartel in all its ugly glory after Harvey Weinstein was unmasked? Or when the exposure of the Panama Papers was going to topple royal houses and banksters and the like? How did all those turn out? How much longer are we going to burn ourselves out getting worked up in an ebullient Chicken Little lather? Or is our time best spent in endless online debates over whether photos of Prince Andrew getting cuddly with Epstein associates are faked or not? That the Quality is by and large an evil bunch with plentiful monstrous crimes to their debit I doubt not for a second. That they lack the resources, clout, and savvy to keep themselves out of a maximum security prison breaking rocks for the rest of their natural lives I have a much tougher time swallowing.

Those who lament the abrupt termination of Epstein’s life owing to his status as an unheralded prophet thus hold him up to be a gnostic oracle, with they themselves the only caste having the required esoteric zeal (or, in the modern parlance, ‘being woke’) to comprehend his vision – which, alas, will now remain locked away in the vault of his soul forever. The renowned occult gigolo Manly P. Hall could have been describing the mindset of this caste when he wrote in The Secret Teachings of All Ages:

The criers of the Mysteries speak again, bidding all men welcome to the House of Light. The great institution of materiality has failed. The false civilization built by man has turned, and like the monster of Frankenstein, is destroying its creator. Religion wanders aimlessly in the maze of theological speculation. Science batters itself impotently against the barriers of the unknown. Only transcendental philosophy knows the path. Only the illumined reason can carry the understanding part of man upward to the light. Only philosophy can teach man to be born well, to live well, to die well, and in perfect measure be born again. Into this band of the elect–those who have chosen the life of knowledge, of virtue, and of utility–the philosophers of the ages invite YOU.

Or, to put the matter in somewhat more prosaic language, Robert Kopecky wrote in How to Get to Heaven (Without Really Dying):

The gnostic ideal, simply put, is that you really are a displaced part of Heaven, but during this experience of human life, that knowledge eludes you. Momentarily, you’ve forgotten your true connection and the way to return, so you’ve actually come back into this life to rescue your authentic self – trapped in your limited perceptions of this world. Within a transformative moment of gnosis, you’ll remember who and what you really are, where you really come from, and how to take yourself back home.

In short, the theosophic mindset of an occultist determined to ‘rise above’ the mere substance of this world comes very much to resemble the mindset of one disgusted by the anti-teleological mindset of the doddering zeitgeist who turns to a high priest who can perhaps Reveal All rather than to the all-knowing Christian God. Now, don’t get me wrong. The Scriptures assure us conspiracy goes hand-in-hand with total depravity, and Epstein equally assuredly was part and parcel of the upper echelon pedophiliac cartel. The danger lies in assigning him an undeserved willingness to be candid and forthcoming. Such tendencies if left unchecked can very rapidly degenerate into messianism, and knowing how the Zionist ‘rite’ operates I wouldn’t be surprised if they begin lionizing him as a martyr, which his Jewishness would help along famously. Christians must be careful not to fall into this trap. The lone figure who rides into town to right some wrongs the local power-brokers would prefer to keep under wraps is a trope that works well in a John Ford movie, but represents the worst kind of idolatry in real life. ‘I have foretold you all things’, saith the Lord Christ. That includes the means whereby we are able to discern evil from on high ourselves, as the Holy Spirit gives unction to us. Jesus also told us we will know them by their fruits, and in their demonic hubris they make that job far easier for us by all but gloating in their scarcely-veiled malfeasance. Boastful in their wretchedness, they infuse the mark of Cain upon themselves. What need we of outside agents to provide us with a detailed membership list?

In the meantime, Epstein’s life upon earth earned him a warm berth in the never regions. May he spend the rest of the time complaining about how anti-semitic brimstone is.