Dark Minds of Babylon

By Fox LittleRaven

Fox LittleRaven (a cynical nobody), has a skewed and unrecognizable view toward life. People should know this before traveling into the dark accumulated personal thoughts of a disturbed mentalist. This self-proclaimed sociopath attempts to coax random strangers to take a trip with him down dark paths, through subconscious corridors, as they begin to awaken. Because there is a Door.

A locked entrance residing in the furthest depths of the mind. In the deepest part of hell, somewhere beyond all desires, and once it is opened hidden treasures wait.

Fox LittleRaven just unlocked it, and posseses the Spear of Destiny. Should you follow Fox to the hidden door, what happened to Fox may happen to you. 

 

Your life will never be the same again.

 

Should you choose to follow him, (free will is choice) so enter at your own risk. Go slow! Take small short baby steps.

 

The Dark Minds of Babylon is an extremely dense and philosophical description of the biography of one man, humanity, and the nature of all life. The day people around the world have waited thousands of years has come.  THE DAY OF JUDGMENT.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nine Tale Fox
• Release date: Feb 26, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224842483

Book preview

I, in every meaning and in every single way, couldn’t make this shit up if I wanted to. I’m not entirely sure there is a proper way to describe it. From the moment of my birth, things that shouldn’t happen tend to happen when they shouldn’t.

And not just once, over and over multiple times. It’s never stopped. I walk around as a living statistic that wakes every day to experience strange repetitive cycles. You’ve heard this story before? Wanna bet?

My given middle name is my grandfather’s first name. Not because my parents wanted to, but because nobody did. My grandparents felt disrespected how none of their children wanted to grace the parent with naming a male child after the man. Probably because grampa was a child molester.

Naturally, if your one of my family members whom I was arguing with as a child, and when simple name calling seams bland or colorless. Call me the name (of the child molester) knowing I have ownership of the name; it becomes the quickest way to earn an ass whipping.

And I am just warming up.

Seriously, I was born sick from the start. Doctors didn’t know that babies could be allergic to milk, and my mother wasn’t the type of person that was going to breast feed. Just because I wasn’t able to drink cow milk, didn’t prevent me from all milk and eventually it was suggested to try goat’s milk.

Under weight and allergic (to nearly everything) the only thing that separated myself and the real life boy in a bubble, was income and insurance. I got the potters version of health care as I was required to just constantly take allergy injections. The expense quickly reached the point where insurance didn’t want to pay for it, nor did my caretakers.

And then there was the asthma and my allergy toward polyester (which nobody imagined in the 70’s), the condition affected me head to toe. I lived in the hospital more than I did at home for the first year. The doctors constantly assumed my parents were negligent. The medical staff were somehow convinced that my health conditions were a direct cause of my parent’s care.

I would like to clear the record. My parents are guilty in my eyes on unnumberable accounts of neglect, but my health as a baby, was not their fault.  It was the educated doctors lack of interest for my care.

Sure, mom may have smoked cigarettes during the delivery(as she did with all of her other children). At the age of three I got drunk for the first time (with my younger brother). We were left unattended and fell into a river. By the time I was four, I was jumping out the second-floor window to escape afternoon nap times. So, when I say I shouldn’t be here, mathematically the odds are worth questioning.

As a baby I bled from scratching the skin that burned and itched from eczema. Eventually I stripped the pigment out of my skin from scratching, but until that happened, skin cracked and bled. The doctors and nurses’ greatest mystery was, How can that infant smile so much?. The diagnosis, I was retarded.

When everyone discovered I wasn’t retarded, imagine everyone’s surprise how I had no problem speaking my mind. Just like the middle name thing, people found it amusing to tell me about baby me, and how they thought I was disabled. They would laugh and I would still smile. This patronization toward me as a child somehow was designed to interrupt whatever I was saying at the moment.

The answer to The Dunning-Kruger Effect has been resolved. NO, the ignorant do not know how ignorant they are. I suspect that it’s not really a true question since I would bet one author knew the answer before the theoretical question was published. On the other hand, satirical industry specific jokes are seldom understood in the public spheres.

That’s actually how evil works. It occurs in our blind spots or inside the victim’s blind spots. It just depends on who is the sinner and whom is the winner. That’s if you know what a blind spot is? It’s that thing you can’t see, hear, feal, or touch. It can be any object people have never been introduced to, or the thing we didn’t take time to notice. Evil can only operate in ignorance, or the presence of the naive. A con who knows, cannot con another con (who also knows).

It’s tactical. We defeat the enemy when we can perform a heinous act that others will not, or if you keep them ignorant of knowing how you win. The best method is to focus controling the game. I’ve studied the biggest game masters Bundy, Manson, Dhamer. I’ve also studied Hitler, Ghandi, Homer, and Atilla. I’ve read The Art of War by Sun Tzu and Robert Greene’s  48 laws of Power.

Yeah, I get it, war, death and destruction. The good book says to resist evil because it is the devil’s work.

Who?

There is no devil. There is only me and the other eight billion sociopaths, who live in denial. That’s all this is and before anyone has a chance to say otherwise, I’m just going to rudely cut you off and say I know better. All that devil crap and evil is mandatory homework that people never read. To be able to own the privileged to claim innocence and dress all up in white (just to say), I am not like that.

Don’t be surprised when I say since when?.

I already know that nobody did their homework so let me get skipping to the last chapter and tell you how it all ends. It never works, freedom and free will is an illusion. And as long as the greater whole is satisfied with their ignorance, were doomed. Things only work is when we do them for the right reasons. If our actions are not for the right reasons, well.

Karma is a bitch.

Can you hear me now? Good.

I can say many shocking things but nothing seems to get people’s attention until I tell them I don’t actually have objections to taking another person’s life. It really does appear to be the most effective way to eliminate a problem or just take another person’s shit. The only problem is people are like pringles, you pop one and next thing you know. . .you can’t stop.

One person cuts you off in traffic, maybe it’s a boss that won’t give the raise. What about when somebody comes looking for revenge. That will keep you busy for a while if it’s a family matter. Once you go down that road, if you never stop, karma will stop you. There will never in all existence be a king of the entire world. And should it happen, everything will collapse. Everything.

What would you do? That’s the whole point. If you were king of the world, you would need to be the god of war. In order to be the god of war, you would need to continuously leave extreme examples and watch your back. You wouldn’t be able to trust anyone because betrayal is the benefit of trust.

As king of the world, you cannot ask for another human being to love you. Trust is a byproduct of Love. No love will ever be possible because love and a shortage of trust, cannot fill the same area.

As king of the world, I am thinking I would constantly be watching my back. Cautiously notating all of my lies. . .I will need to force myself to remain on the cutting edge, just to win life. And the competition would be continuous and without warning. Sneak attacks are almost necessary in war.

The idea of ruling the world has never appealed to me. When would I have time left to just live and be me? I have asked myself this question over a million times and the answer is always the same. You won’t.

The system is rigged and karma is an expensive whore. Just look around at the world and you tell me, how do you think everything got to this state of degeneration. Mankind has reached technology that grants us the ability to wipe out our entire species. And the mathematical odds say that there resides an extremely good chance, that it will be soon. But what do I know.

I don’t typically wait for the metaphorical shit to hit the metaphorical fan blades. I tend to prefer to fix things and prevent more work than is necessary. I hope that telling my story finds people like me so they can know, people like us do exist. Things not going right for you either, you’re not alone. Lost and can’t seem to get a break, you’re not alone.

I stuttered horribly as a kid and communications hasn’t ever been my best experience. I promise I will do everything I can to keep everything streamlined and simple. Simplicity is the key to understanding and the occasional parable helps. I warn you that my truth will be excessively insightful.

This literary work is many things and a biography is only one of those things. I honestly feal that if I am to gather your attention, I should at least promote some usable sage wisdom. The world is full of bloated ego’s and I don’t need to add another to the list ranting over accomplishments and degrees. This has been my life’s work, my greatest purpose. And I would like assistance with a really big question.

HOW DO YOU EAT A WHALE?  Answer: One bite at a time.

I might prepare you by saying that the information I cover, is related to subconscious deep thoughts. The deepest thoughts are closest to our desires. Attempting to understand the nature of things doesn’t require anyone to have the intelligence of a physicist. The nature of all things speaks to people of all levels. The child mind allows us to become a student and we should never discourage anyone from learning.

People have always said I have my own way of looking at life. I don’t disagree with them on that. Most people just want me to agree with their view of the world and I would if it worked. The problem