Pantheism/Satanism in FF7, V for Vendetta

Kensuimo asked me why I associate “spiders” with the translation of myth into science, and I told him “Hojo from FF7”. This prompted me to Ctrl-F through the FF7 transcript to look for good examples of what I was talking about, and I came upon this scene that I’d like to share. Partially this is to remind you that I still effectively take my inspiration from the cultural equivalent of My Little Pony cartoons, but the larger part is to sharpen up my interpretation of Satanism.

First, please recall the filter that I’m using:

Satanism is predicated on the idea that most people are fundamentally good, but they are oppressed by an illegitimate authority, a usurper, which twists their morality into something pathological. The usurper projects his influence through psychic mindwaves which scramble the moral antennas of these good, honest people. He projects his power into the world through a small minority of devious agents (we might call them “wreckers”) who build structures of ruthless control and use cynical realpolitik to command the masses to submit to evils which they would not forbear otherwise. Thus, it’s the duty of a small minority of noble-minded rulebreakers, possessed of pure hearts integrated with minds unfettered by external concerns, to dethrone the usurper and his minions by releasing the captives from their unnatural preconceptions to live according to their instinctual goodness. These few indigo children were chosen by destiny to teach humanity to listen to their hearts, and thus integrate their minds with the lessons it teaches them. The Elect are encouraged to use whatever methods feel most intuitive because their hearts are pure and thus, by definition, that which most agrees with their instincts is the highest good.

This is Pantheism, the worship of earthiness…

This is why I tend to describe paganism as the worship of one’s own dick.

The central conceit of trusting in the inherent goodness in men’s hearts, in combination with the unquestioned moral goodness of the Elect, never fails to produce the Accuser rooting out the evil minority without which humanity could realize the kingdom of heaven on earth. You see, if normal people are basically good, then any individual’s failure to support the utopia indicates they are one of the usurper’s minions in a clever disguise. It cannot be the case that all humans are just different flavors of crooked timber from which nothing straight was ever made, who can only be saved by intervention by a distant “usurper” god who intends to slowly bend the willing into an unnatural straightness. No, the Accusers must tear down any attempts to create any counterintuitive structures which resist the natural course of man, because this impedes the pure expression of his libido.

[…]

The natural consequence is to create Hell on earth with the accoutrements of Heaven. This sets up a Manichean dialectic where the Elect must wreck the mind-controlling, evil Wreckers by any means necessary, in order to save the poor, oppressed, deceived normies who was just gowan to colij and dindu nuffin. Torture is better than the Wreckers deserve for their pervasively evil natures, quite useful, and supremely intuitive. If you torture a normie by accident, don’t worry, it will do them good because they won’t revert to their instincts without a little prodding to unravel their evil misconceptions. Distress is the impetus for healthy change! Or “purification through pain”, as they used to say. Just apply increasing stress until the subject’s better nature appears, and if they don’t survive it means they didn’t have a better nature to unleash and deserved to die a Wrecker’s death.

Amoral Egoistic Christianity is Satanic

To anchor this idea with a bit of emotional rhetoric, here’s a scene from one of the most Satanic movies I’ve ever seen. The symbolic meaning of “God is in the rain” is “God is in the chaos/conflict/war/struggle”.

And now, the scene I mentioned. Read this as Life force = libido, Cetra = Elect (Nephilim), Jenova = Jehova, and Weapon = the horsemen of the behelit myth.

The Original Crisis

(The screen fades to black. When it fades in again, we are still in the
same room, but the scenery is dimmed slightly green. A man dressed in a lab
coat adjusts some of the instruments – the camera pans erratically up and
down here – while a woman in a red dress stands by. The man finishes his
adjustments and goes over to stand by the woman.)

“Camera’s ready!”
“Then, Ifalna, please tell us about the Cetra.”

(He steps away, his attention focused on her. She begins to speak.)

“2000 years ago, our ancestors, the Cetra, heard the cries of the
Planet.”
“The first ones to discover the Planet’s wound were the Cetra at
the Knowlespole.”

“Tell us Ifalna… Where is the land called ‘Knowlespole’?”

“Knowlespole refers to this area. The Cetra then began a
Planet-reading.”

“Ifalna, what exactly does Planet-reading entail?”

“…I can’t explain it very well, but it’s like having a
conversation with the Planet…”
“It said something fell from the sky making a large wound.”
“Thousands of Cetra pulled together, trying to heal the Planet…”
“But, due to the severity of the wound, it was only able to heal
itself, over many years.”

“Do the Ancients, rather, the Cetra, have special powers to heal
the Planet?”

(She shakes her head.)

“No, it’s not that kind of power. The life force of all living
things on this Planet becomes the energy.”
“The Cetra tried desperately to cultivate the land so as not to
diminish the needed energy…”

“Hmm, even here so close to the North Cave, the snow never melts.”
“Is that because the planet’s energy is gathered here to heal its
injury?”

(She bows her head.)

“Yes, the energy that was needed to heal the Planet withered away
the land… then the Planet…”
“The Planet tried to persuade the Cetra to leave the Knowlespole,
but…”

(The doctor shrugs.)

“Ifalna… Let’s take a break.”

(She shakes her head)

“I’m all right… When the Cetra… were preparing to part with
the land they loved…”

(She turns away)

“That’s when it appeared!”
“It looked like… our… our dead mothers… and our dead
brothers. Showing us spectres of their past.”

“Who is the person that appeared at the North Cave? I haven’t
any idea.”

“That’s when the one who injured the Planet… or the ‘crisis
from the sky’, as we call him, came.”

(She covers her face with her hands.)

“He first approached as a friend, deceived them, and
finally…… gave them the virus.”

(She looks up again.)

“The Cetra were attacked by the virus and went mad…
transforming into monsters.”

(She sinks to the floor. The scientist runs over to her)

“Then, just as he had at the Knowlespole.”
“He approached other Cetra clans…… infecting them with…
the virus…”

“You don’t look well… Let’s call it a day.”

(He walks over to the console and presses some buttons. The screen fades.)

***Cloud
What is ‘Weapon’?”

(The screen fades in to show the scientist pressing buttons on the console
again. Ifalna is this time seated in the corner. He walks closer to her.)

“Ifalna, can you comment on the thing called ‘Weapon’?”

“Yes, Professor.”

(She stands and walks over to him.)

“The one the Professor mistook for a Cetra… was named Jenova.
That is the ‘crisis from the sky’.”
“The Planet knew it had to destry the ‘crisis from the sky’…”
“You see, as long as Jenova exists, the Planet will never be able
to fully heal itself.”

“Back then, Weapon was a weapon the Planet produced of its own
will?”

“Yes, but… There is no record of Weapon ever being used.”
“A small number of the surviving Cetra defeated Jenova, and
confined it.”
“The Planet produced Weapon… But it was no longer necessary to
use it.”

(He shrugs)

“So, Weapon no longer exists on the Planet?”

(She shakes her head)

“Weapon cannot vanish. …It remains asleep somewhere on the
Planet.”
“Even though Jenova is confined, it could come back to life at
some time…”
“The Planet has not fully healed itself yet. It is still watching
Jenova.”

“Where is Weapon?”

(She looks away)

“I don’t know…… I can’t hear the voice of the Planet well…”
“Times… have changed. The Planet… is probably watching this
situation closely.”

(She rubs her eyes. The professor turns away, shaking his head. He looks
almost disgusted. The turns back.)

“…Thank you, Ifalna, that will be all for today.”

(He walks to the console and turns the camera off, leaving Ifalna standing
there, her face covered in her hands.)

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1 Response to Pantheism/Satanism in FF7, V for Vendetta

  1. MorsOsculi says:

    Critical thought my appear to be endangered, this proves it is far from extinct.
    You’ve shed light into a day of darkness I had been struggling with, no more.
    For this, I thank you.

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