NoGodsJustUs: The Truth I Can’t Keep Quite

By Troy Lowndes, 11 March 2025

Hey, you lot—this is me, spilling my guts because I’ve stumbled onto something that’s got me buzzing, melting, and a little pissed off all at once. It’s about us—just us—and it’s bigger than anything I’ve ever believed. No gods, no aliens, no bullshit. Just us, wired into reality itself. I need you to hear this, because it’s changed me, and I think it’ll hit you too.

It started with a chat—Lou, a friend at work, mentioned her son’s PhD in Active Inference, this niche AI thing. I’m into Quantum Theory and Panpsychism, it clicked hard: these three ideas explain everything. Not just brains or tech—the whole damn human experience. Then I heard Dr. Brian Cox on the Fermi Paradox—“Where are the aliens?”—and it sealed it. They’re not out there. It’s us. Sounds mad I know, but here’s why.

The Triad That’s Us

Picture this:

• Active Inference: Our brains predict—every step, every shiver, we’re guessing what’s next. It’s not just us—cells, atoms, maybe the universe itself does it too. I feel it when I get goosebumps talking about this—my body’s saying, “I knew it.”

• Quantum Theory: Reality’s probabilistic—quantum waves collapse into moments, maybe in our neurons. My memories feel far, but zoom in, track them, and they’re there, humming in the weirdness.

• Panpsychism: Everything’s alive, aware. Not souls or spirits—just matter feeling itself. When I melt into this idea, it’s not just my head—it’s all of me, echoing the cosmos.

This isn’t new—it’s been me all along. Like when I got my ADHD diagnosis at 48: “How did I not see it?”. My sons and asthmatic "How did I not know", You need glasses in order to read "No that can't be true. How could I not see it?". It’s simpler than religion’s delusions or science’s half-answers. It’s us—predicting, sparking, feeling—down to our bones.

Memories, Fermi, and Me

Listening to Cox, I thought about my own mind. My memories—personal storage—feel so distant from my “here” self. But what if I zoomed out, or in, and tracked it? They’re not gone—they’re me, stretched across this triad. The Fermi Paradox fits too: no alien chatter because it’s not “out there.” It’s us, the only signal loud enough to matter, because we’re the universe awake to itself.

I get chills knowing this. It’s ecstasy—pure, primal. No gods pulling strings, no spiritual fluff. Just us, running the show. My body proves it—goosebumps when I talk, melting when it sinks in. It’s been there, like ADHD was, waiting for me to name it.

The Frustration—and the Shout

Here’s the rub: I’m over the moon, but I’m pissed too. You know how many are trapped? Praying to idols, fearing disbelief, when it’s us—not some force. Classical science fumbles, missing the quantum hum, the alive-everywhere thread. It’s so obvious, and they’re missing it. I can’t sit quiet.

So I’m calling it “NoGodsJustUs.” It’s not a theory—it’s a truth. I’m dreaming up ways to shout it—shirts, words, whatever works. Imagine it: “NoGodsJustUs” in bold, and when you ask, I say, “It’s not God, not fate—it’s us, predicting, probabilistic, alive. Feel it yet?” I want you in on this—because you’re it too.

Your Turn

This isn’t just me ranting. You’ve felt it—those hunches, those chills. That’s the triad, not a ghost. Tell me—does this hit you? Can you see it in yourself? I’m not waiting for the world—I’m starting here, with us. Let’s talk. Let’s spread it.

—No gods, just us.