Gargoyles' Liberation Front

Gargoyles' Liberation

April 16, 2019

Today the Gargoyles of the earth are violently revolting against the circumstances which have left most of them bound in stone.

 

Long ago, in France, England, and some parts of Germany, a guild of stonemasons began the work of raising some extremely impressive cathedrals. These gentlemen of the stonemason’s guild were not altogether unlearned. While they had no knowledge of calculus, it required a significant array of tactical engineering skills to raise up the graceful arches of a Gothic cathedral. Indeed, there were a few instances in which the masons overestimated the capacity of their stonework, and great artifices of flamboyant architecture collapsed, to the horror of all of the faithful.

Nevertheless, to a great extent, the early history of technical arts in the West is the history of technical guilds like those of the 12^th and 13^th century stonemasons. It might be noted that, for their time, these stonemasons had a rather liberal education. Whether or not they had learned to read and write – and most of them had probably not – the journeymen and masters among them found themselves called on to sculpt or imprint in bas-relief, images that would convey to the illiterate masses the import of the principal tales of the Bible. They therefore needed to possess, not only a general familiarity with those tales, but also an understanding of the symbols of Catholic iconography.

Ever since the days of the Magdalenian caves, there has been an understanding by an esoteric few, concerning the primal role played by the labor of artists and the poets in taming the forces of chaos, so that the ordinary people should be able to live normal lives.

In order to appreciate how this consciousness has been maintained among the creative few, it shall be well to consider the labors of those who raised up the great European cathedrals. But in order to grasp the nature of a creative tradition, it shall be necessary to let go of the prejudice which holds that the most important knowledge is that which we can voluntarily retrieve. There is, indeed, a very different knowledge which manifests through the dream – and it is only through this sort of knowledge that we are able to decipher the secrets of the Sacred.
 

Some notion of the significance of the mason’s guild in the evolution of what would become the political consciousness of European nations may be observed in the fact that the national revolutionaries of later centuries would identify themselves as “freemasons.” While some of the guild masters had undoubtedly learned their trade building castles for the Crusaders and thus had connections with the Templars, it would be premature to identify them unreservedly with the culture of the Scottish Rite. In the 12^th Century Jaques de Molay had not yet been burned at the stake. Moreover, the Egyptian trappings of the Scottish Rite had probably been borrowed by the Earl of Huntington from the Ismailis, who had once ruled Egypt but who had, by the time of the 3^rd Crusade, been reduced to a state within a state. Before that 3^rd Crusade was terminated by the treaty of 1192, the Freemasons’ Egyptian symbology would have been unintelligible to even the more learned Europeans.

There was, however, one point of resonance between the stonemasons of Europe and the ancient Egyptians that had developed long before the viscissitudes of the 3^rd Crusade. This was the conviction that Sacred Truth can best be expressed through a vocabulary of symbols which almost develops its own grammar.

Each saint each had his own tale, but all of of these stories had some lesson to offer the tradesman. When they were entreated to visit the paintings and the plaster images which enshrined their memories, these saints were enabled to speak to the imagination of the peoples. This is a practice found often among the religions of civilizations in which only the priests have any degree of literacy.

      The particular creativity of the Gothic mind, however, manifested itself in the creation of wondrous gargoyles, which bore an uncanny resemblance to souls that had been distorted by lifetimes devoted to vice. Technically, it is only a Gargoyle if it has a throat which gurgles. Other similar figures with no connection to the gutter are supposed to be called grotesques. But for our present purposes we can call all of them gargoyles, because all of them have some story of a life so shameful their souls became reduced to mere caricatures of what they could have been. And wherever there is a need for a soul to make this sort of shamefaced confession, one may be sure that there is a throat that will gurgle.

      Mythical protectors in the form of Lions, Snakes (Nagas), Monkeys, and Mythical Creatures have been embodied in the stonework of temples in many parts of the world. But the gargoyles of Notre Dame should also be considered as expressions of a particular spiritual ecology which has evolved in France since the days of the Magdalenian cave painters.

      Since Notre Dame was the shrine of Our Lady, it was quite appropriate that all creatures, including poor purgatorial spirits still shriveled into hideous forms on account of their wicked careers, should find grace and respite in the shadow of Her rose window.

      It may also be noted that the devotion of the folk of the land now called France to Our Lady was already ancient on that day when Mary Magdalene and the Roman centurion she had married first stepped from the Roman transport on to the Greco-Roman dockworks of 1^st Century Marseille. Now that we know that the Minoans at Knossos and Phaistos called their Goddess “Iqe,” we may surmise that Aquitania, which was one of the 3 parts of Caesar’s Gaul, was named for a tribe which had taken their name from “Iqe-Tania.” Tanit was Athena, as she was addressed in the dialect of the Phoenicians who were the ruling families in Carthage.

      The groundbreaking ceremony for the Notre Dame cathedral was held in the the Year of the Christian Lord 1163. The cornerstone was laid by Pope Alexander III in person. Since the Albiginsians were only beginning to be listed as official heretics, the Church had not yet become sullied by the horrors of the inquisition through which this Western variant of Bogomile Christianity would be eventually surpressed.

      But unfortunately, by the time the Cathedral was essentially completed in about 1260, the purity of the Church had been stained by the shedding ofgenocidal quantities of blood. And then, on March 18 of the year 1307, the stonemasons were overwhelmed with smoke, as the Grandmaster of the famous Templar order was burned at the stake in the square of this very cathedral.

We struggle; the world out there

Is brutal, cold, demonic,

And we find that we have been afflicted

By a particular rage.

We struggle with a cold deceitful world.

We had been dazed;

We had hung with Inanna on meat-hooks within the Abyss:

Re-animated now by that vision of horror

We struggle back into the life of this world,

Appalled to witness that Power

Which the Great Lie has attained.

We know the politicians lie –

It is a common sickness.

But from whence came this ugly spectre

Who now has possessed

The very Temple of Healing?

This is a Demon of Night

Pretending to be Lord of the Day:

Quacks now have the law on their side,

Because the policemen have found a new war

And are impatient with the questions of the doctors.

It is a conspiracy of les grands;

The Great Lie presides;

Their object is always to minimize

The true cost to the environment

Of all their abusive behavior.

God may be merciful, but the eco-system

Shall demand reparation,

And the eco-system shall find some way

To extract it.

We therefore discover,

Here in the Temple of Healing,

Doctors who are only policemen,

Lacking in talent to challenge the life-force to rise;

They care not to heal their own blindness,

Much less to straighten

The broken limbs of this world.

Les grands ne nous para ssent pas grands que parce que nous sommes genoux. Levons-nous! – Paris newspaper, 1788.¹

     

1 (The Grand only appear to be great because we are down on our knees. Rise up!) tr Jeremy Pokkin, The French Revolution, p37

ipicture credit: Noemiseh91 (Wikimedia) [CC BY-SA 4.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0)]

The Captain & The Crocodile

 

Illustration 1: Time Devours All

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Captain and the Crocodile

Oct. 29, 2017

It is difficult to reflect on those first years of this third millennium (after the hejira of Jesus) without feeling that something is terribly missing. There is something in the culture which the last few decades of the last millennium failed to develop, with the result that our lives today are economically challenged.

     It almost seems we’re being punished for thinking that the Devil was a pretty little snake. Why else should it be, that the politics of nations and persons are still dominated by a God who is criminally jealous, even though all the wisdom on heaven or earth is impelling us to leave him in the dumpster and go beyond?

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      “They worship Jalandhara, who is the king of the demons,” Thieu intimates to me.ⁱ 

Illustration 1: Time Devours All

 Don't Imagine

“Don’t imagine,” Renata intrudes, “that just because I am a doctor, that I have any immunity to suffering from the holy sadism of all that toxic masculinity. The place I work I need to wade through that dirty, snake and crocodile-ridden swamp every day.”

  “Because the Good Doctors worship God’s Jealousy,” declares Thieu, “That Jealousy has become a separate person, severed like a rebel angel from the Holy Tree of God’s will. Look how many are the wars that have been fought, look at how much blood has been spilled, by men who believed they were doing God’s will, but who were actually being led by a Jealousy that had separated itself off from God.

  “Jalandhara, who was in fact the jealousy of the God-form Shiva, finally aroused the anger of Shiva himself on account of his excessive demands. But Jalandhara believed himself to be invincible. He had a beautiful wife who was a fervent devotee of Vishnu, who is God when He manifests as the Preserver.

“In fact, this lady Tulsi was very much like we are, when we allow our worship of God to be contaminated by our mental notions of what God is. The Truth that is worthy of worship can only be recognized through empathy that has been trained through the exercise of ethical choices.”

  “We fear,” sighs Renata, “that if we recognize the demon in the idol that we worship, that we shall have transgressed the gates of madness. We fear going down to the river, but still find ourselves being eaten alive by the crocodiles.”

  “Or by clockodials hanging on the wall,” snickers Ananda Oriente.

  “And so,” continues Thieu, “Lord Vishnu, who was the true object of her sincere and pious worship, found himself in a difficult position. Her worship was sincere, but she would not let go of an idolatry which was threatening the world. Therefore Lord Vishnu put on the image of Jalandhara, so that Tulsi could be raptured into a state of spiritual gnosis while believing she was having carnal relations with her idol. Meanwhile Lord Shiva was pursuing Jalandhara, and at the very moment the Lady Tulsi was experiencing her gnostic climax, the luminous trident of Lord Shiva pierced the rebellious angel right through the heart.

  “Unfortunately, since all of this happened in an age which was fearful of The Mother, the Lady Tulsi was unable to accept her liberation. Instead she committed Suttee, and died on the fune funeral pyre that was cremating the body  of the wicked Jalandhara.

Out of Our Paranoia

    From this cold fear that is left, after God’s Jealousy has died, shall we be able to distill a culture?

I must admit that I am in an embarrassing position, because these ladies are beginning to celebrate the death of God’s Holy Jealousy by doing their best to gnosticize me.

     They are pouncing on me, in a way that threatens to expose my unchastity. They are determined to impress upon me an awareness, that the vagina of the a woman who can hurt you is in fact the crocodile which Captain Hook most fears. They are about to show me what it feels like to find oneself being eaten, but yet remain living and whole.

     “Tulsi’s problem,” Ananda declares rather snidely, “is that she was really in love with her own narcissm, and that caused her to become an enabler of Jalandhara’s narcissm too. It is ironic that when her narcissm finally burns through erotic gnosis into an intimate experience of Vishnu, she must die for infidelity to her husband – and indeed, with a curse on her lips that turns Vishnu into a stone idol. But perhaps it could not have been otherwise, because, so long as the embryo remains in the womb, it cannot see the face of The Mother. So long as the human race remained in the womb of its childhood, the best thing any person could do was to live his life as a God-fearing narcissist who followed the 10 commandments.

     “I am coming to believe that it was only after the Piscean religions developed the sense of a relationship between the individual and an organic Human Collective, that a few have been finding it possible to

leave this Childhood behind them and break free from the narcissistic shell."

 St Margaret Speaks Her Word

      “I suppose that is where Faust comes in,” intrudes Renata. “Isn’t Faust a mortal replica of Jalandhara? What we were never told, is that so long as that poor teenager Margaret enables him, he is able to get away with doing just what he wants to. And just as Tulsi was liberated by being united in her sexuality with Vishnu, Margaret, in Goethe’s version, attains to a sort of gnosis while she is in prison awaiting her execution. It is this gnosis which allows her to turn away from Mephistopheles and reject his help, even though she knows that the alternative shall be to hang from the gallows the constables are erecting out in the Town Square.”

      “So now that Little Gretchen has become St. Margaret, the tables are turned on the men,” snickers Ananda Oriente. “We are fed up to here with a world in which the men make all the rules, because it has been proven through replicated experiment that the rules the men make up will always enable economic repression. Too bad for the men, that in order to strengthen our resolve to reject Mephistopheles and finally stop enabling Jalandhara, we are going to need to indulge in a little revolutionary violence – like subjecting men’s hindenbergs to the same little torments they always think are so sexy when they inflict them on us.”

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iNote on Illustration 1: Crocodile copied from: freepng [CC BY-SA 4.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0)], via Wikimedia Commons. Clock and wall adapted from: https://www.maxpixel.net/Wall-Sign-Time-Style-Classic-Hour-Dial-Clock-1866137 (modified). Face of Glory (Kirtamukha) – freehand sketch by author based on traditional Hindu image.

Note on Illustration 1: Crocodile copied from: freepng [CC BY-SA 4.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0)], via Wikimedia Commons. Clock and wall adapted from: https://www.maxpixel.net/Wall-Sign-Time-Style-Classic-Hour-Dial-Clock-1866137 (modified). Face of Glory (Kirtamukha) – freehand sketch by author based on traditional Hindu image.

 

The Easter Bunny on Saturday Morning

In Hell with the Easter Bunny & Isa

Good Friday, 2017

(sung to the tune of Hark the Herald Angels Sing)

God is going to go to Hell:

God is going to come to Hell.

Behold Him plunging from the skies

To sink before your very eyes:

Watch Him descend into the Briars!

The embattered demons tell

That God is going to reign in Hell.

Ananda is dressed as the Easter Bunny, in preparation for the coming Easter.

     “But Easter Sunday is nothing compared to what happened on Friday,” the Easter Bunny recounts. “Can you imagine – according to the Apostle’s Creed, God actually got His arse whipped and had to spend 2 nights in Hell!”

     “Until the Easter Bunny hopped in to bring Him out?” asks Renata. “I thought that that was Inanna’s myth.”

The Intelligence of a Virus 

“The myth used to belong to Inanna,” giggles Ananda. “But do not ignore the influence of lateral genetic transfer, in mythology as well as in biology. If a formula works well in one system, it will find its way into another system that is trying to survive on the same turf. As a result, after enough lateral transfers, both myths will seem to be part of the same world, even though one myth might be from Egypt and the other may have been handed down from the Leprechauns who were the first humans to live in the isles of Britain.”

     “You would think,” offers Thieu, “that people who are trying to promote the theory of intelligent design in the universe would pay a little more attention to lateral gene transfer. Basically, the same bacteria and viruses that sometimes make us sick have another function. There are genetic characteristics that make for an adaptation to the environment, and they are encoded in transposable elements of the DNA, sometimes called jumping genes.”

     “That’s my name,” giggles the Easter Bunny. “You may call me Jumping Jeanie. I was Jesus when I hopped out of Hell and jumped up into heaven, but long before that I was Evolution. Life on earth began when I started hopping about among the molecules in a stagnant pond, and began infecting them with the notion that it would be amusing for them to begin to eat one another.”

     “”Which was of course, the Original Sin,” enjoins Renata. “But if molecules had never got to the point that they tried to assert their dominance by devouring each other, we would have never had the emergence of life.”

     “A virus,” reflects Thieu, “is basically a strand of DNA or RNA that is encapsulated in a life supportsystem. It can’t reproduce itself but it can use the metabolic engines in the host cell to build copies of its DNA template. This enables it, in fact, to mass-produce itself, when it finds the proper conditions. But it is essentially a parasite, meaning that it cannot reproduce itself outside of the metabolic machinery provided by a host cell.”

Genes that Jumped Out of a Lake

“No,” reflects Renata, “but what if we envision virions originating in, say, a lake or a mineral spring whose ecology develops in such a way that the whole lake acts as a host cell? I am aware that one of the major modern theories postulates that life developed in the vicinity of the sulfureous vents of underwater  volcanoes, which may very well be – but I am using the metaphor of a lake so we can consider that a relatively bounded ecosystem may begin to act like a living cell, and that simple one celled organisms may begin to form as microcosms of the larger lake.”

     “Which brings us back to me,” giggles the Easter Bunny. “In the beginning, each jumping gene became a meme, and they all struggled for dominance within the lake which they were infesting. The jumping genes begin to link together, until they form the spiral stairways of the double helix. Then the Double Helix becomes sufficiently dominant to draw other proteins around it into a functional dynamic that becomes a replica of the lake in microcosm.”

     “Now that I am an organism,” declares Renata, “I am going to build up my defenses. I know that I cannot totally keep everything out of my boundaries, but now that I have a Double Helix that works, I am going to keep it concealed within my Sacred Cave of Vestal Virgins.Nothing shall be allowed in the Cave but pure food and water, and no one shall be allowed to approach except those who are consecrated to protecting the purity of my chromosomes.”

     “You forget,” snickers Jumping Jeanie, “that I am able to hop in anywhere. How do you think I was able to pick up this pair of your panties?”

     “Because you are sneaky,” Renata challenges her.

     “Because I am able to find and exploit the weaknesses in your program?” queries Jeanie the EasterBunny. “Remember, if I had not been doing my sneaky work, you would never have had the process of evolution.”

     “Just how much intelligence do you think a virus can have?” asks Thieu.

     She is looking on dreamily while Su Dae pounces on Renata from behind and proceeds to slide down the hem of her tights so that her shining hind end is laid bare.

A Long Tradition of Sneaky

“What is it that causes us to pity the sick and the dying?” asks Renata.

     She is trying to defend herself by changing the subject. Which is fine, except that she is looking rather ridiculous because the Easter Bunny’s ears have become two horns that are rising from Su Dae’s perverse little head. Her slender hand has now pulled the hems of Renata’s tights, and her panties as well, so low that they are almost down to her knees.

     Overly familiar as I have become with Renata’s flesh, I find myself intrigued into sexual receptivity by this little trick which has left her beaver exposed for all to see.

     You are just as sick as I am,” Su Dae taunts Renata. “I don’t know about anyone dying, but you know as well as I do, that after we are done with this man who lusts for several women at a time, he is going to be in so much pain that he will probably play sick and lie writhing in bed all day tomorrow.”

     “However I have tried to ignore it,” blushes Renata, “this sickness that is convulsing our nation has embedded itself in our own hearts as well.”

     “Which is why we must torment each other,” laments the Easter Bunny. “By whipping each other in these unchaste ways, we are conditioning each other to be the lovers who shall be cool in Hellfire when the whole world is burning.”

     “I have my fears also,” reflects Thieu. “It looks like the body of the nation has contracted a fever, and that one of the symptoms of this fever shall be a civil war. If the virus were intelligent, there might be a real possibility of mitigating the violence. But I fear that the only evidence of intelligent design that has come into the picture is a big Russian bear trap.”

     “I agree,” sighs Renata. “It does look like the Revolution is proceeding, right according to schedule. None of the high powered capitalists can see, because they all have their feet caught in bear traps. The leading congressmen all have had bear currency in their election funds, so they don’t want to see the light either. This prolongs the darkness and, so long as there is darkness there shall be little bears chewing on the foundations of The Republic.”

     “I would have suspected the Chinese,” shrugs Thieu. “After all – how was it possible for the Khmer nation to fall from her greatness in the 13th Century, to the state in which Louis Napoleon’s agents found her languishing in the 19th ? Remember that the Chinese have a long history of sneaky diplomacy. But I am not so surprised to see the Russians are working with them. After all, the Communists learn from each other, even if the leaders of the Capitalist system refuse to learn anything.”

Considering Upside-Down Angels

Concerning those Upside-Down Angels 

Numidian philosopher, Lucius Apulius, growing the ears of The Golden Ass

After we had burned some sage, Su Dae drew a circle on the floor with chalk and consecrated it by striking each quarter with her whip, to make sure only brave spirits could cross and the cowardly ones would retreat.

    We see in the smoke of the incense, the condensing figure of that Numidian priest of Isis who wrote the tale of The Golden Ass.

    “You must understand,” explains Apulius, “that every social power and principality not only impresses an economic footprint, but also has social libido. This social libido derives force from the longings and the lusts of the people, and this force exerts itself in ways that cause people to believe that they are observing the actions of Gods or demons.

    “Because they had social libido, the old Roman and Egyptian Gods were able to convince a rationally minded person like Augustine, that they had the same degree of existence as angels, albeit angels of a fallen nature. This is of course a misunderstanding. For instance, it is likely that the Egyptian God Tehuti originated with the memory of a saintly man, who by the most likely accounts was a teacher of philosophy. The Arabs identify him with Idris, who appears in the Qoran as the nabi who invented philosophy. The Hebrews identified him with a prophet whom they called Enoch who, after a long life as a holy man, was eventually carried away by an alien race of angels on a charriot of fire.

    “Of course, we must understand that this was a very long time ago, because we find that even the oldest Egyptian dynasties were already worshiping Thoth as a God. So much for the Arabian Idris, whom we call Thoth. It is a great thing that his name shall be honored so long as there are humans who study philosophy, but can we really imagine that the corruptions which may have occurred within the temples to Mercury in 2nd Century Rome diminished the blessed state state of the soul of Idris the Prophet? So it becomes evident that the notion that the Gods of Imperial Rome were really fallen angels was misleading, and will be of little value in providing a remedy for the harm that these false Gods inflict.

    “Augustine almost got the point when he inquires, why these demons, as he calls them, are delighted in public performances depicting adulteries and other acts of immorality. In fact where these False Gods are concerned there is really no ‘angel’ at all, but a sort of collective hallucination that is the product of the fascination that an enactment of forbidden sins can exert on the minds of the repressed. As priests we have known all along that under highly controlled circumstances, this collective imagining resulting from the polarization of fascinated libidoes can become so strong results are produced that everyone shall believe are miraculous.

    “If you really would wish to examine how we were led astray by False Gods, you must be willing to examine how similar these False Gods of our own day were to the Trans-National Corporations of your own. These both are a variety of principality described by Augustine as ‘upside down angels,’ insofar as it was believed that the ‘body of air’ that demons and angels had in common was eternal whereas the rational soul of a demon was defective and diseased on account of rebellion.

    “Now if we shave the supernatural hairs from these demons with Occam’s razor, we will see that their bodies are not made of air at all, but rather are a projection of the collective libido. In other words, the Gods of the Empire are not eternal at all; indeed, they would cease to exist if the people did not use their festivals as a pretext to excuse their own immorality. Nevertheless these Gods had a very long lifetime, much longer than that of any mortal human, and it was only after great struggle that these principalities were extinguished by Christianity and Islam.

     “At ths point the parallel between our demons and false gods and the great corporations of your own day should be obvious. Again, in regard to that aspect which is furthest from the soul, your corporations have a life of unlimited duration, as well as rather extravagant material powers. But at that point where we respond to the Divine Intention, which is to say the world of rational cognition, your corporations are even more defective than the wild beasts. The wild beasts may have no rational capacity for ethical philosophy, but for the most part they have enough emotional loyalty that they do not devour their own kind. Whereas in the corporate system, obligation to the investors takes such precedence that even the personal moral scruples of the directors must be sacrificed, so that the investors may receive their reward for their offerings to the Golden Calf.

     “So now you will see just why I assert that the corporations of your day have really become upside down angels. In the material sense they have the powers that our pagan Gods had, but when we look at the rational aspect they have no conscience and no soul, and their so-called intelligence is dedicated only to extracting the last dollar possible from the ecosystem.

     “One of your 19^th Century philosophers, a gentleman named Hegel, once referred to the nations of the world as “Gods who walk on earth.” In his day the corporations were dependent on the nations which gave them a legal existence, but in your own day many of these trans-national corporations have gained the power to impose their Olympian decrees even on the most powerful national governments. I therefore would say that in your day it is these trans-national corporations who walk on the earth like Gods – only when we consider their effect upon the environment, we shall clearly see that they are not Gods at all, but overgrown Upside Down Angels.”

Numidian

Philosopher 

Snow Falls on Mountains

Snow Falls on the Mountains

Nov. 16, 2016

The snow falls quietly on mountains that remember the blood of Christ. It was really the blood of the Natives, but Christ claimed that blood as his own. Under this spell of quietude, we slowly discover that violence is not the only way to struggle for an ideal.

The quietly falling snow reminds us that we have come to the end of an era. The results of the past election demonstrate that, all over the world, it is the Crude Oil Bros. who are firmly in control. Unfortunately for them, their insistence on punishing the people who refuse to bow down to their great Golden Calf has set the stage for what is going to become a major revolution, some 30 or 40 years hence.

The grinning face of Vladimir Putin on the BBC webpage reminds us how subtly the fiction of corporate personhood may be employed to subvert the so-called democratic process. We don’t really know yet what kind of chief executive Donald Trump will be, but the indications from what he has said in his campaign and what he has done in the past are not reassuring.

Wary though we may be of his wiles, we must admit that Mr. Putin is simply defending his nation. Somehow, Vespucci evangelicalism seems to have conceived the vain imagination that it is destined to accomplish the destruction, not only of Communism, but of the whole Russian nation. This crusading fervor has blasted Afghanistan back into the Middle Ages, and destabilized the whole Middle East. Despite the repeated assurances of Western leaders, it is likely that Prince Vladimir sees the Vespucci effort to bring down the Syrian regime as a proxy war against his own nation.

From a corporate perspective, Russia represents a huge market. According to the Party Line, Russia has repented of her Communist ways, and converted to the Capitalist faith. But the antics of Bingbum de Singsum have given the Russian intellectuals looking out their windows from Moscow or St. Petersberg cause to believe that the wealthy and privileged class represented by the IMF will stop at nothing short of an absolute dominion that would reduce Russians to thralldom.

Political Discontinuities

Russia may have a long way to go before she achieves her dream of being a philosophically guided democracy, but her citizens tend to be more patriotic than our own high-rolling gentry. While he may grant that glassnost and the ensuing reforms brought about social improvement, the Russian citizen also resents the humiliation his nation suffered when the old Soviet Union collapsed. Returning the favor, by exposing the racism and misogyny of “White America” for the whole world to see shall be such a crowning achievement, that in spite of his personal fortune, Prince Vladimir shall be remembered as a socialist hero forever.

Right now, the Stars and Stripes are drooping in exhaustion, even though the Stars and Bars are leaping in exuberant expectation. The Man from Brecht has chosen a rather notorious racist with known anti-semetic qualities to be his chief of staff. Everywhere, people who expect dignified conduct from their leaders are asking just what their nation could have done wrong.

Having devoured the turkey that Renata’s oven sacrificed to the National Cult, Su Dae, Renata, Thieu and I are seated on the couch in our parlor and commiserating with each other. It is obvious that the liberation struggle that Progressive America is beginning to wage has aroused a rather punishing opposition. The campaign to raise Atlan up from the unconscious depths has begun, but the immediate evidence is showing us, the jihad shall be long and painful.

“Wasn’t it Ghandi,” offers Thieu, “who said, ‘First they ignore you, then they punish you, then you win’?”

“We’ve been getting punished,” shrugs Renata with a cynical laugh. “They are sounding the call for battle, but the problem is, it has taken most of their capacity all along to keep us down. They can unleash barbarity, as they are doing at Standing Rock, but that will only fragment their forces. Most of their supporters have no idea yet, that what they are fighting for is really a criminal power & control cartel.”

“We are just like the second century Christians,” observes Thieu. “There are some differences because the movie has been played before. We are wiser on account of the sorrows of our past recurrences, and on account of this, the Republic still has a chance to recover from the date rapes inflicted by men whose primary loyalty is to gold and to their own power. Nevertheless, the lions are loose, and are out there devouring the people. In order to restrain these lions, we must find a way to pull the economic carpet out from under the feet of the Crude Oil Bros.”

The Punch & Judy Carnival

The Punch & Judy Carnival

Kali is still dancing.

• When we realize just how much solar energy needs to be dissipated by the atmosphere to save us from being radiation-fried, we begin to understand that there is really no “energy crisis.”
• The problem has simply arisen because the Crude Oil Bros. have striven with might and main to repress the development of technologies which could capture the energy that is given to us all by the sun and the tides and the wind.
• Just as there is natural wealth that we have plundered and wasted, so is there a psychic wealth which we are prevented from accessing on account of our commitment to a universe run by 19 th Century clockwork, within which everyone must become the enemy of everyone else.

The Source of the Pain

     What can it be that hurts so much, that Su Dae wants to go through another breast enhancement surgery so that she can become numb to the world and just concentrate  on her own pain for 3 or 4 months thereafter?
     Doesn’t this sense of social and cutural loss feel all too familiar?

     In order to “Make America Great” again, one would need to have the power to un-do the assassination of President John F. Kennedy. Because the cultural dysfunction we observe today can be diagnosed as a post- traumatic shadow of that catastrophic day of disillusionment.
     We became gradually aware of a reptilian hand that was guiding the destiny of “America.” There had been a style of Celtic warrior in John F. Kennedy which had disconcerted the romanticism of the reptile. We saw for just one moment, the motion of that reptilian hand, as John F. Kennedy collapsed into the back seat of the open- topped Cadillac.
     This reptile is a past master of camouflage; we only see some glimpse of him when he has been moved to exceed his limit. But now in North Dakota, as he persists in desecrated sacred land, he is arousing Creative Wrath, and the world is beginning to see him as he is: the great Black Snake of Native Prophesy.
     Everywhere else we turn during this month, we shall see evidence in abundance to testify that this reptile has been on a rampage. The loss of popular control over the national political agenda that the intellectuals had feared is now being demonstrated beyond doubt.
     To cover for this usurpation, the presidential contenders are producing a “Punch & Judy” show. Each presidential debate presents us with the spectacle of a rather narcissistic man berating a woman who is generally far more informed than he is concerning serious issues of state. As feminist observers have frequently mentioned, many of this gentleman’s gestures and expressions would be seriously intimidating, if the lady did not have high level connections with the nation’s security establishment.

      

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     Ever since the epic downgoing of Aaron Burr, Americans have feared the rise of a demagogue who would tear the country apart by exploiting the prejudices of unstable people. It must be acknowledged that America has suffered plenty of demagogues of this sort, but they have generally been kept in check by a system in which most of the leaders have been selected by the ruling class.
     In reality, if Bernie Sanders, the massively popular candidate, had been elected, there would have been severe disappointment, because his ability to implement the social reforms that he stands for would have been checked by a senate in which the majority had risen by making deals with the plutocratic elite. In the same way, if the Man from Brecht’s Epic Theatre is to be elected, he also shall find himself checked and balanced and possibly even impeached.

     But the character of the” selected” candidate also gives us cause for great misgiving. The alleged criminal offenses of Hillary Clinton are not really that much different from behaviors her predecessors got away with. They pale into relative insignificance when compared with the flagrant abuses of power boldly indulged in by Lyndon Johnson and Richard Nixon.

     What is much more damaging to her cause is the pervasive and deeply felt conviction that the ruling clique of old money families has been ruling the country very badly, ever since Ronald Reagan moved into the White House and probably long before.

America in the Alembic

I can’t deny that I am driven by my own sense of loss.
     We seem to be actually experiencing progress, at least insofar as people in general are experiencing the same sort of discontent that used to only be felt by those intellectuals who were considered to be on the “radical fringe.”
     I also am sharing the general feeling of discontent.
At the same time, since it is a widely shared feeling, it is a mood I cannot call my own. The condition we find ourselves in is unsustainable. Nevertheless, I cannot feel comfortable with those who feel compelled to hasten the revolution by committing acts of violence.
     I’ve met the spirit of violence, and carry scars to prove it. That’s why I would prefer to retire to a mountain cottage. Nevertheless, there is a spirit stirring  which must be given a form. The old vision of what America used to be is collapsing, and if it is not replaced by a new one that is more inclusive, there will be blood in the streets, instead of the meaningful progress that is necessary if civilization is to advance.
     Now once again, the dreams and catastrophic disapointments of the ‘90's have come back to haunt us.
     We want to forget the years that we lost while the selected Vespucci leaders were leading us all on a march across the Valley of Hot Ignorance. We would like to forget, but the voices of the Niñitoes who were thrust prematurely into Eternity by the acts of this hot ignorance shall rise up to accuse us if we do.

The View from an Alien Spacecraft

The View from an Alien Spacecraft

March 26, 2016

“I can see,” chortles the Little Grey Alien, “that you are very proud of the new adventure on which you see your Planetary Mind beginning to embark.

“But before you advance too far into your Brave New World, I would have you reflect on the meaning of one of your most ancient Wisdom Tales.

“Your wise and your not-so-wise people have used up an ocean of ink in trying to determine just where this Garden of Eden might be found. The true place and the actual date depend on which Eden you are speaking of, since Eden is a cyclic recurrence which has happened on different levels in various ways. But if we rise up from your geocentric space-time to a more universal perspective, I believe it would become a little easier for you to accept, that the Garden of Eden presents us with an archetypal map of your own human brain.

“The brain is formed of little trees called dendrites, and all of them are suitable for you to program except for one, which is called the Tree of Life³¹. It has been called this because it is dedicated to regulating essential life functions, including mechanisms to ensure the propagation of the species. Of course it does not surprise us that, when you began to tried to experiment with this tree so you could gain power over it, a Serpent crawled up the trunk, and proceeded to tempt you into a path of deadly experimentation.

“The Serpent represents the longing for the easier life you could have if you could just shut down your spiritual receptors and mamalian sympathies. If it were only possible for the human to be satisfied with a reptilian life style, you would not be tormented by worry concerning the human condition. The rewards of the Conquering Empire would be sufficient; one would no longer feel disturbed by the misery of the dispossessed and starving masses.

1³ There is a tradition that the Tree of Life and the Tree of Knowledge share a common trunk. The allegory leads us to believe the Tree of Knowledge begins to diverge from the Tree of Life the moment we discover Death.

After the Great Reversal

 

“Of course, the Starlords can appreciate those intellectuals like Philip LeFey, Mathieu Singly or Tariko Zamorra who argue for the preponderance of life – but how many of the earthlings down there have ever heard of them?

A Reversal of great magnitude has recently occurred on earth, greater than the one that prompted the crier in the time of Claudius to proclaim ‘The Great God Pan is dead!’ For the most part the leaders of your Estates, and particularly those who control the Fourth Estate, are determined to keep the people from recognizing that this Great Reversal has occurred.

 

(Thieu and I find that we have been returned to the studio in which she has been painting. Apparently we have been teleported down, after being inducted into the Alien spacecraft as guests.

(All that is left from our Alien encounter is a rather loquatious robot, who seems to be explaining our own nervous systems as he paces is oddly sunchronized circles on the floor.)

 

The Robot

Good day sir, I am a robot. I have been programmed by the space-aliens to communicate in your language, so that I may impart their theory about the Tree of Life to you, and elicit enough feedback from you to ensure that you have the ability to visualize the metaphors I offer for you to construct a model from.

To begin with we shall have a tree, which we shall call the Tree of Life. Surrounding this tree we have the Garden of Eden, which includes all of the dendrites which have not been locked into the system which has been devoted to self-preservation and species preservation.

Now I want you to visualize a serpent climbing up the Tree of Life. The human brain knows that even when the garden dies life pulses shall still be sustained in the eternal world that spiritual intuition connects with. But the snake does not know this; it fears that it shall die unless it can replicate itself by whipping the young until they have come to share the condition of reptile perversity.

This, in short, is the meaning of the story of the fall of Adam from grace. Maybe it was your father who whipped you, maybe it was your grandmother but in any case, we have observed that almost all humans exibit a neurotic fear of exploring the higher branches of the Dendrites of Eden, because they have been hypnotized into imagining that the only way in which they shall survive is by acting like snakes. It is alas so, that the Rod of the Fathers only perpetrates the prejudices of the Fathers, and fails to awaken the higher capacity of ethical knowledge through empathy.

I, as a robot, have been delegated to impart this story to you, because until you get over allowing your moral feelings to be controlled by the snake who wanted to attain immortality by possessing you, you shall not be able to benefit from more direct communication with those who are Lords of The Stars.