Sol Luckman Quotes

I just want to live my own life instead of everyone else’s version of it.

When it rains it pours and when it shines you get melanoma.

Someone experiencing the stages of grief is rarely aware of how his behavior might appear to others. Grief often produces a “zoom lens effect,” in which the focus is entirely on oneself, to the exclusion of external considerations.

Over the years most of my peers had come to hate me—I never understood why. I guess I was just different and, like dogs, they could smell it. So I never had many friends.

In the spirit of the Alpha and the Omega, in the way the Alpha was the Omega, and vice versa, he knew the beginning was also the end—and that the end was just another beginning.

The evidence never seemed to matter to those in power, who had already made up their minds and did what people typically do when their worldview is threatened by new data: they attacked the messenger.

Down below people were clipping by going nowhere fast. You could feel the long despairing history of the place. You could actually hear it, a low hum like the buzz of a sick bee that resonated with the fragments of a million broken dreams.

Such is life, imaginary or otherwise: a continuous parting of ways, a constant flux of approximation and distanciation, lines of fate intersecting at a point which is no-time, a theoretical crossroads fictitiously 'present,' an unstable ice floe forever drifting between was and will be.

Begging is much more difficult than it looks. Contrary to popular belief, it’s a high art form that takes years of dedicated practice to master.

Anytime you see dichotomies that ignore the human experiment’s infinite nuances, you can be certain you are encountering the Archontic mind.

entanglement: (n.) quantum physics term for when the sheets wrap around two bodies in space.

The simple act of sitting here sipping this cappuccino is its own testament to my commitment to living the writer’s life. Which is to say: doing nothing but doing it exceedingly well.

The feeling was less like chemical intoxication than being drunk on life. Spinning round and round, he experienced absolute bliss— unadulterated and unconfined—in which he transcended his own personality and became one with everything he perceived.

It takes money to make money, even begging. Humans are herd animals. If a stranger’s bleeding to death beside the road, most people won’t stop to offer a Band-Aid. But get the ball rolling with a couple Good Samaritans, and before you know it you’ve got more eager philanthropists than you know what to do with.

I wouldn’t be caught dead sacrificing myself for this country.

May the Luminous Child awaken in you.

bathroom: (n.) where Americans go to argue about gender while the country goes down the toilet.

You are blessed and cursed with consciousness, my child, in a society that has done everything imaginable to remove your kind from its gene pool.

You just need to be convincing enough to fool the public. That’s easy.

Kicking an art addiction is a heck of a lot harder than going sober.

Religions that began worshipping a single male ‘God’ were an Archontic construct holographically inserted into history in order to separate humanity from its spiritual roots in the earth.

When one studies the history of terrestrial religions, it soon becomes clear that so-called primitive peoples everywhere shared a belief in the divinity of the earth. In other words, Goddess worship was universal—until the dawn of the monotheistic, paternalistic religions.

The fireworks went on for nearly half an hour, great pulsing strobes, fiery dandelions and starbursts of light brightening both sky and water. It was hard to tell which was reality and which was reflection, as if there were two displays, above and below, going on simultaneously—one in space-time, mused Max, and the other in time-space.

Have you ever noticed how good things go to those who hate?

Unhealthy behavior is actually common among doctors, who tend to know a lot about medicine but very little about health.

Well, enough of this introspection. It’s depressing, quite frankly.

The Adventure called and I followed with my thumb like a character being written by an intractable author. Which, of course, I was.

Spanish—how shall I say this?—is like Portuguese spoken with a speech impediment.

bribery: (n.) invisible grease that makes politics go round and round.

The Illuminati are the willing terrestrial servants of the Lord Archon, who demands everything from pedophilia and child sacrifice to war and chaos as offerings that create loosh.

There are certain pivotal moments in life when clarity replaces its opposite in the blink of an eye.

The devil and hell are mental whips created by the Archons to keep humanity enslaved to their system.

activism: (n.) opting for a lifestyle of getting off your ass.

academia: (n.) terminal condition in which the head gradually swells while the heart slowly atrophies.

cashless society: (n.) dystopian civilization where you can be sure the real terrorists have won.

I detest goodbyes. That is, with people I like.

Loosh is a hyperdimensional energy given off by the human soul when traumatized. The Archons parasitically feed on it. Think of it as their simulacrum of kundalini.

Look around. Understand that the very people and civilization you are here to rescue from themselves are also, temporarily at least, and through no real fault of their own, our sworn enemies.

It was a rotten time to try to be a man in America. Until Blue came along I’d never even spent time around a man. Hell, I’d never even seen one. Where were all the men in this once great land?

Max never intended to be messy with his writing, which he could read just fine, years later if necessary, even if his teachers couldn’t. He merely found that his active mind tended to move too fast for his hand to keep up with.

Nothing bonds two solitary individuals like a good shared drunk. This is a scientific fact. It’s important, even necessary for the long-term welfare of the planet to get good and shit-faced with your neighbor every now and then.

Home. The word circled comfortably in my mouth like bubble gum, swished around sweetly soft and satisfying. Home. Try saying it aloud to yourself. Home. Isn’t it like taking a bite of something lovely? If only we could eat words.

In his mother’s honor, vowing not to commit the “fashionable stupidity” of ignoring things he didn’t understand, Max performed a brave act of nonconformity by accepting the possibility that his dreams might be exactly what they seemed: real.

With the sensation that he was passing through the Looking-Glass, Max stared at his father as if he had never seen him before—simultaneously impressed and unnerved at the thought that, after all these years, he still knew so little about him.

Nobody ever goes to that store to shop because it’s too crowded.

Worry wasn’t an emotion to which he was particularly accustomed—and it worried him.

Life is too short to waste being a productive member of society.

I knew I was in deep shit. I didn’t know how deep—just that I still hadn’t touched bottom.

I wondered about my inner child. In fact, I was troubled. Did I even have an inner child, I asked myself, given that, in essence, I’d just been born?

brain fart: (n.) noxious gas emitted when mainstream journalists commit their thoughts to paper.

atheist: (n.) one who dislikes people who believe in God.

The only unforgivable thing here is to not forgive.

Don’t the Illuminati realize they’re just pawns in someone else’s game?

It’s a strange but well-documented fact that the most extreme events and situations can bring out the deepest parts of ourselves.

Money is a tool of control invented by the Archons and implemented by your banking families.

awakening: (n.) experience of opening one’s eyes to the way the world is not.

I wonder what would happen if everyone suddenly woke up together and realized they’d been living in an invisible prison run by greedy psychopaths.

child sacrifice: (n.) crime of committing children to public education.

conspiracy theorist: (n.) marginalized thinker with a better than average chance of being right on the money.

Imagine a piece of spaghetti that looks edible but that never ends once you start sucking it in—that’s fame in a nutshell.

Around here people don’t walk their dogs—dogs walk their people.

Becoming one with the wave is about as authentic and personally harmonizing an experience as you can get in these phony days of Auto-Tune.

The creational scale—in tandem with sacred vowels—was used to fashion the universe and all life herein. The world, you might say, was literally spoken—or rather, sung—into being.

May we all stand tall together in the face of those forces, here and elsewhere, that seek to enslave us.

hospital: (n.) where the healthy go to get misdiagnosed and the sick go to get mistreated.

shadow side: (n.) self you encounter when you do not look in the mirror.

waffle: (n.) breakfast of politicians.

fetish: (n.) anything, such as the stock market, falsely believed by primitive peoples to possess divine, magical or supernatural qualities.

Dowist: (n.) blind believer in the stock market.

fanny-pack: (v.) to put on a few extra pounds during the holiday season.

genetically modified organism (GMO): (n.) member of the public who has regularly consumed the biotech industry’s food products.

antibiotic: (n.) drug that requires immediate administration of probiotics.

Flying in his dreams was an exhilarating, breathtaking experience, sometimes literally, that tended to leave reality wanting, like riding a roller coaster compared to mowing the lawn.

The beauty of a metaphor is it doesn't have to be real to ring true. The instant a metaphor becomes true it ceases to be a metaphor, which suggests a disconnect between truth and what's commonly referred to as reality.

The biggest question, transcending physics and the realm of how he was able to do the extraordinary things he did, remained firmly rooted in the realm of metaphysics and begged an answer to why he could do these things.

Recalling his first dreams of flight when he was a small child, Max acknowledged that his entire existence had been building up to this tipping point where he could finally choose to release his self-imposed limitations.

Finally, we entered Chetaube County, my imaginary birthplace, where the names of the little winding roads and minuscule mountain communities never failed to inspire me: Yardscrabble, Big Log, Upper, Middle and Lower Pigsty, Chicken Scratch, Cooterville, Felchville, Dust Rag, Dough Bag, Uranus Ridge, Big Bottom, Hooter Holler, Quickskillet, Buck Wallow, Possum Strut ... We always say a picture speaks a thousand words, but isn’t the opposite equally true?

By any reasonable definition, the Christian God is an extraterrestrial. And given God’s track record of demanding human sacrifices and destroying whole cities, one could make a very strong case we are talking about an extremely malevolent force.

True, beneath the human façade, I was an interloper, an alien whose ship had crashed beyond hope of repair in the backwoods of Southern Appalachia—but at least I’d learned to walk and talk enough like the locals to be rejected as one of their own.

I relinquished myself to existence pure and simple, thinking absolutely nothing—as if my mind were merely an echo chamber for the music, as if it contained only ether or at most a vaguely pleasant odor as of roses preserved between the pages of a book, their significance long forgotten. The tongue of the road gobbled me up and I allowed myself to sink like a tasty mouthful all the way to the bottom of a marvelous, rejuvenating vacuity. Later, it would occur to me it’s the emptiness we mistakenly call Innocence.

I’m a nonviolent guy, but the next time some brainwashed Duracell trapped in the Matrix tells you that by curtailing our liberties the authorities are ‘just trying to protect us,’ please do yourself and freedom a favor by sucker-punching them in their lying jaw.

So it was a crossroads summer, when the universe seemed to stand perilously still like an egg wobbling on a precipice, a regular rite of passage summer that saw us traverse the hazardous divide between the illusions of boyhood and the far more pernicious deceptions of maturity, et cetera.

The Artificial Intelligence. This is another term for the Archontic hive mind. It is a binary operating system that imitates the many shades of gray characteristic of human intelligence—only to end up a circumscribed parody of it that processes everything strictly in terms of black and white.

I am, as it were, the created creating—a paradox, for all its rhetorical trappings, at the beating heart of our shared human journey, and one I invite you to struggle with just as I have while, day in and day out, word by word and line by line, constructing a fictitious autobiography for myself in these pages.

He knew perfectly well (even if he wasn’t inclined to admit it) that the material body had a spiritual aspect. He knew that “spirit,” however explained, was real, because of his own undeniable experiences—which, though he might suppress them, he couldn’t altogether erase from memory.

I should think a dead language would be rather boring, socially speaking.

The scene sucker-punched Max. He never saw it coming. It encapsulated in one poignant instant the tragic beauty of his family history.

bombast: (n.) boasting of war crimes.

banana republic: (n.) lawless society where the monkeys rule.

Bill of Rights: (n.) official tally of how much our rights cost to keep.

bureaucrat: (n.) career sadist who uses red tape to immobilize victims.

banker: (n.) scam of the earth.

By any reasonable definition of the term, the Archons are crazy.

Here is a truth that may take a while to grasp fully, Cali, even though it is the foundation of the human condition: in this world, appearances notwithstanding, there is only choice.

Do you ever have the sense you’re living someone else’s life?

When it doesn’t bring out the worst, pressure brings out the best in people.

coffee: (n.) caffeinated beverage God gave us to drink in the morning so we might resist the urge to crawl immediately back in bed.

cancer: (n.) often deadly allergic reaction to modern life.

It is a basic tenet of the warrior code I live by that people—not technology—are tasked with making the world a better place.

We would do well to ask how people describe themselves.