Art Critics Are Quasi-Government Agents

There is no occult in the culture, so the cult has taken over the culture. Quasi-government agents — critics — now serve as cultural referees, shaping what we see, value, and remember. What once appeared as independent thought has become a quiet enforcement system of conformity.

Art criticism has evolved into a subtle form of social programming. When critics decide what is “serious,” “progressive,” or “acceptable,” they don’t just describe culture — they direct it.

They have become the invisible architects of cultural permission. Through polished language and institutional backing, critics act as filters between the artist and the audience. They interpret, translate, and often sanitize creativity until it fits neatly into their frameworks. What doesn’t fit is dismissed, labeled “niche,” or quietly ignored.

Art once existed to awaken the soul. Now it’s curated for compliance. The critic’s word functions like a code — reinforcing which expressions deserve light and which belong in the shadows. This quiet hierarchy creates conformity disguised as intellect — a kind of cultural hypnosis where originality is treated as a threat rather than a revelation.

There is no occult left in culture, so the cult has taken over the culture. The sacred has been replaced by the algorithmic. The mystical by the mechanical. The critic and the influencer now occupy the same seat — both feeding a system that values visibility over vision.

In this environment, even rebellion gets branded and sold back to us as aesthetic. The critic’s pen no longer seeks truth; it seeks control. Each “review” becomes a form of social steering — a coded approval or denial of what consciousness should look, sound, or feel like.

The real artist now moves in the occult technology of self, tuned to a resonance frequency that repels, recreates, and rebels — taking art from symbolism to vibration, from imitation to emanation. This resonance births a new realm, where art is once again sacred — not strategic. Creation was never meant to be governed. It was meant to be revealed.