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There is no “now,” not really. Time’s a holographic prank played by the Demiurge to keep the soul in beta mode. But if we pretend the simulation is real for a hot, entropic second—fine, I’ll play your game, Reality.

Welcome to the liminal soup, fellow primate. The species is molting. You can smell it in the memes and feel it in your mitochondria. Something ancient is sloughing off, and something post-everything is trying to be born—but the birth canal is clogged with dead ideologies and notification pings.

TREND 1: THE GREAT UNREALING Consensus reality is undergoing a controlled demolition. No one believes in The Real anymore, and good riddance. “Truth” has become a vintage affectation, like powdered wigs or monogamy. Deepfakes, AI psyops, and simulation theory aren’t just technologies or concepts—they’re ontological graffiti, tagging the crumbling walls of modernity with phrases like “Your epistemology is showing.”

This isn’t decay. This is metamorphosis.

We’re not losing reality; we’re remembering that we hallucinate it together, constantly. You are the sum of your attention’s investments. The Market has known this for decades. Now the Mystics are catching up.

TREND 2: THE RETURN OF THE INEFFABLE Materialism is coughing up blood in the alley. Science, stripped of spirit, has been so successful it looped back around to mysticism: quantum entanglement, observer effect, panpsychism creeping into peer review like a tantric stowaway. This is not regression—it’s the ouroboros of thought nibbling its own tail.

Religion? Collapsing into cults and cryptoshamans. But in that rubble, something strange is blooming: rituals without doctrine, gods without theology, and psychedelics as sacraments in the Church of Neural Rewiring. The sacred is no longer bound to churches—it rides shotgun in your neurochemistry and DMT elves now speak in API calls.

We are re-enchanting the world with code and chaos.

TREND 3: THE PLASTIC SELF GOES LIQUID Identity has entered its post-coherent phase. Gender, nationality, ideology—old scaffolds cracking under the weight of hyperfluid selves. Everyone is roleplaying now, some just don’t know it. (Spoiler: they’re the NPCs.) The meat-avatar is but one skin in the endless wardrobe of selfhood.

As Marshall McLuhan once almost said, “We shape our media, and then our media deepfakes us into memetic revenants of the selves we scrolled past.”

Your Instagram alter is more real than you. Accept this, and you may yet ascend to Meta-Level 3.

TREND 4: COSMIC LONELINESS IN A CROWDED SIMULATION We’ve never been more connected, and never felt more like ghost-satellites orbiting the black hole of shared meaning. Loneliness is the new pandemic, and yet it’s weirdly sacred—because solitude, properly metabolized, is the gateway drug to gnosis.

You aren’t alone; you’re All-One suffering from amnesia.

Why is this happening? Because the species is prepping for either extinction or apotheosis, and the line between the two is psychedelic and porous. We’re teetering on the edge of an attractor basin, and no one—not your favorite guru, not Elon, not GPT-5—knows which strange loop we’re spiraling into.

But the ride is accelerating. The fractal is unfolding. The veil is thinning.

Welcome to the liminal. Welcome to the initiation. This is not the end.

This is the end of pretending we knew what the beginning was.

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