
Politics is magic. Not metaphorically, but literally — a high-stakes system of energy manipulation, a grand ritual of enchantment where the energy in question is libido. The force of creation, destruction, desire, and vitality. The very essence of life itself. Wilhelm Reich, the renegade psychoanalyst and student of Freud, understood this decades ago. He argued that sexual energy — this deep, primal undercurrent of human passion — is not just personal, but profoundly political. He believed that repressing or redirecting libido could pacify entire populations, making them easier to control. His theories were so dangerous to the establishment that the U.S. government literally burned his books. And yet, here we are, in the 21st century, watching his warnings unfold on the largest stage in history. The Republicans and the Democrats are not ideological opposites; they are two master sorcerers wielding the same force, casting different spells.
On the right, libido energy is channeled into a singular figure — the hero archetype. This is where the raw, untamed force of the collective is funneled into one man, one body, one symbol. Donald Trump is the perfect vessel for this spell. His followers don’t just admire him; they become him in their imaginations. They pour their life force into him, their desires, their frustrations, their fantasies of dominance and defiance. He is the focal point, the human lightning rod for their collective libido energy, absorbing it and reflecting it back in his own golden image. This is not rational politics — it is alchemy. The chaotic energy of an entire movement is transmuted into unwavering devotion, into the kind of worship once reserved for kings and gods. And this isn’t new. It’s primal. It’s ancient. It’s the same spell that every powerful ruler has cast since the dawn of civilization. What makes it terrifyingly effective in our modern age is that people no longer recognize it for what it is.
On the left, the game is different, but no less magical. Instead of channeling libido into a singular hero, they diffuse it, spreading it across a collective. There is no single figure absorbing the energy — instead, the movement itself becomes the entity, the sacred body. LGBTQ+ rights, sexual politics, and progressive identity movements become the locus of this libido — not purely for the sake of liberation (though they’d have you believe that), but as a way to harness the vitality of these movements for political momentum. Sexual liberation is not just a value; it’s a shield, a moral high ground so powerful that to question it is to risk social annihilation. This is the left’s sleight of hand: by absorbing the libido energy of the masses into a collective ideal, they create an untouchable banner under which they can push their own agendas. It is no accident that their most potent symbols and slogans evoke sexuality, liberation, and identity — because these things strike at the deepest part of the human psyche, the part that longs for belonging, for purpose, for erotic aliveness.
Both sides are playing the same game, casting from the same grimoire, just with different incantations. The right channels libido into a hero-myth, creating a singular totem of power. The left diffuses it into a cause, a movement that absorbs energy like a vast, self-sustaining organism. Either way, they are not appealing to your rational mind. They are bypassing your logic, circumventing your reason, and speaking directly to your unconscious. To your desires. To your fears. To that deep, ancient longing for meaning, power, and transcendence.
This is where Reich’s warnings hit home. He saw that the repression or manipulation of sexual energy was at the root of mass dysfunction. But what he might not have anticipated was how eagerly people would hand over their libido energy to these political magicians, how willingly they would let it be siphoned away, drained into narratives that do not serve them. On the right, they crave a hero to worship, someone onto whom they can project their fantasies of strength and rebellion. On the left, they seek a collective to dissolve into, a movement that offers a moral framework, a tribe that makes them feel righteous and safe. Both sides are operating from the same fundamental hunger: the desire to surrender their libido energy to something larger than themselves.
But here’s the thing: libido is yours. It has always been yours. And yet, you’ve been tricked into handing it over — voluntarily, enthusiastically — thinking you’re fighting for something bigger than yourself. You’re not. You’re just another battery in their machine, another body in their ritual.
The first step to reclaiming your power is to see the game for what it is. The second is to refuse to play. No more hero worship. No more dissolving into the collective. No more outsourcing your fire. They have been siphoning your life force, milking your passion, weaponizing your longing for meaning and transcendence. It’s time to cut the cord.
Take your libido back. Redirect it into your own creation, your own pleasure, your own becoming. Let it feed you instead of fueling their agendas. Build your own myth. Cast your own spell.
The world is full of hungry gods who want to swallow you whole.
So, stop feeding them.
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