The wrath of The Gods is like great waters that is dammed for the present; they increase more and more, and rise higher and higher, ’till an outlet is given; and the longer the stream is stopped, the more rapid and mighty is its course, when once it is let loose. It is true, that scales of judgment against your degenerate deeds and ignorance has not been executed hitherto; the floods of the Gods’ vengeance have been withheld, but your corruption and degeneracy in the mean time is constantly increasing, and you are every day treasuring up more wrath. The waters are constantly rising, and waxing more and more mighty, and there is nothing, but the mere pleasure of The Gods, that holds the waters back, that are unwilling to be stopped, and press hard to go forward. If The Gods should only withdraw their hands from the flood-gate, it would immediately fly open, and the fiery floods of the fierceness and the wrath of The Gods, would rush forth with inconceivable fury, and would come upon them with omnipotent power; and if their strength were ten thousand times greater than it is, yea, ten thousand times greater than the strength of the stoutest, sturdiest and vile Demons in deepest abysses of the earth, it would be nothing to withstand or endure it.
Apart from technology, not much has changed in the last three thousand years in terms of how our minds are cultivated for social and political control purposes. Our consciousness – both collective and personal – is still being invaded via the art of extraneous “agents” and “ghosts” corralling our psyche into cultural, political and social enclosures. These methods and practices of our psychological enslavement have not changed since the time when our hysterical ancestors were spellbound by the parade of “idols” under the glow of blazing torches on their way to the Ishtar Gate in ancient Babylonia. Today, the same screams of ecstasy are delivered towards the parades of Hollywood “stars” walking along the red carpet to the Oscars – under the glow of the spotlight. Nothing has changed. Nothing at all.
— Thomas Sheridan (The Anvil of The Psyche, 2012)