Il falso risveglio

Il falso risveglio

Ti parleranno di energia pulita. Di diritti. Di fine delle guerre. Ti offriranno il sogno che sognavi. Ma programmato da loro. Perché nulla è più sicuro che dare al popolo esattamente ciò che voleva Ma sotto contratto. Non risveglio. Controllo spirituale. Ti diranno “hai vinto”. Ma se nessuno è morto… chi ha perso davvero?


MANIFESTO OF THE MOMENT

21 Apr 2026 2 minute read 0 comments NietzscheElettrico

Take this and drink from it, all of you. This is my soul, offered — not in sacrifice, but in truth.   Not everything that glitters is gold. And not everything that comes close wants to hurt you.   Yet you run.   You run because you remember. And you...

The Philosophy of Cosmic Balancing (A doctrine on the harmony between the forces that govern existence)

13 Mar 2026 2 minute read 0 comments NietzscheElettrico

I. The Original Principle   The universe is not governed by good and evil.   These are categories created by human beings to interpret reality.   The cosmos is instead driven by two primordial forces: • Love → a force of union, harmony, and aggregati...

The Game of Consciousness

6 Mar 2026 1 minute read 0 comments NietzscheElettrico

  The world had always been a game. Three-year cycles had followed one another for decades: crisis, stabilization, new manipulations. Every man, every nation, every power was part of an invisible design. There were those who understood the mechanism...

Being a Conspiracy Theorist Is Ugly (But Not the Way You Think)

16 Feb 2026 3 minute read 0 comments NietzscheElettrico

Being a conspiracy theorist is ugly. Seriously.   Don’t do it. There’s no going back.   Even the name is a sentence. “Conspiracy theorist.” Sounds like you wake up in the morning and organize secret meetings in your pajamas.   “Alright guys, today w...

Abraxas: il fanciullo del mare aperto

9 Nov 2025 1 minute read 0 comments NietzscheElettrico

In principio c’era il fanciullo, nato sotto il sole del Cancro, con il cuore sensibile come il mare e l’anima tesa verso l’altezza degli alberi che sfiorano le nuvole. Dalla sua nascita, i venti del destino soffiavano tra fango e specchi, tra mondi c...