Don't Forget Ed Lipman

Don't Forget Ed Lipman

April 19, 1993 : 2:00PM (EST)=1:00 PM (CST)

Of course, we want to hear more about the story that this lovely Black angel who is called the Hurricane Lady has to tell. Now we know there's some folks who would say that Oya is just too pretty to be a real angel, and others who insist that she is of the wrong complexion – but we know that it is simply their jealousy that is speaking.

“I now had enough information about this Edgar Lipman,” Miz Hurricane Lady continues to spin out her tale, “and I ordered that the train to Hell be stopped. Edgar Lipman was informed that his ticket was no good, because after an adjustment was made for childhood trauma and social victimization,  he just did not have enough sins left in his account to pay the fare to the place where he could talk to Adolph Hitler. I told him he would have to talk to me instead, and believe me, I gave him a very good talking to.

“I sure 'nuff let him know that in Heaven, the color of an angel's skin does not give you any clue as to what his or her rank is. I let him take a good look at my skin, which probably southern-fried his eyes, because I am very Black and very pretty. And then before leaving, I made him an honorary angel, and told him to just keep a good watch on Waco and keep checking in.

“Unfortunately, Ed Lipman’s 12 manuscripts remained on the Train to Hell. The fine literary recommendation of the California Social and Health Services delivered it straight to the family outhouse, back outside of Waco. Down there in the ground the sullied pages began smouldering, and the stench went up to Heaven.

“Ed Lipman checked in with me at the appointed time, and he brought his complaint. ‘Foots,’ I addressed him – that had been his nickname ever since he had been a cat-burgler. ‘Foots, those pages cannot be retrieved by the present technology. It’s too bad your fundamentalist relatives are so afraid of Communism. But I will tell you what I am going to do, to let you make a mark on Waco, Texas that will be remembered.

“‘Foots, I have a list of your prayers here. Considering you were a professional criminal, it’s really a pretty large stack. Of course, when the prayer committee looked them over, some of them seemed pretty strange. For instance, this one: Dear God. Before I die, please let me succeed in one more burglary. Believe me, Foots, that is a very strange prayer – but just so that you can learn to believe in the power of prayer, that is the one we are going to answer.

“‘Foots, I am giving you this brand new kit of state-of-the-art burglar’s tools. Now, I want you to take a good look at a spoiled kid who is on his way to becoming a deadbeat with a strong-armed attitude. Your next burglary is going to be on young Vernon Howell’s brain.’” 

In those days Vernon Howell was only 19, but he was already actively recruiting new personalities. He also developed a taste for smoking meth-amphetamine. This went on until one time when he was high the iridescent snake bit him, leaving him with the conviction that he was really God.

While this was going on on the outside, the ghost of Edgar Lipman was doing an inside job with his new kit of Thief In The Night burglars' tools. In no time at all, he had broken into the great big empty room that was Vernon Howell’s forebrain. This cat-burglar spirit now found himself alone in the empty pilot house that operated Vernon Howell.

Nobody home, but lots of control levers, video monitors, and buttons that did things when they got pushed. What a field day for a spook with a chip on his shoulder, who was just itching to get revenge on his home town! Since Edgar Lipman had once been the owner of a forebrain, it didn't take him very long at all to learn how to operate this one.

Since nobody was home, the naughty little probationary angel began playing with Vernon Howell's joystick. The delinquent teenager inhaled one more hit of meth, and saw a vision declaring him the true Son of David.

“God has kept his part of the bargain,” Oya radioed down to the probationary angel who was having such a great time playing with the Vernon Howell forebrain. “As I recall, your part of the bargain is that, as soon as you have completed this operation, you are going to seriously clean up your act.”

“Smells like methamphetamine in here,” grunted the busy little burglar, who was determined not to give his P.O. any more attention.

Instead, the angry little prison poet ghost did his best to look busy. Vernon Howell had never had much insight into his own motives anyway, so why should he question the impulses that were causing him to drift into Waco? Of course when Vernon’s visions brought him into conflict with the leader of the Branch Davidians, Vernon Howell knew that he was right. George Roden believed that after the Apocalypse, the Risen Savior would appoint him as the true King of Israel. But Vernon knew the Branch Davidians had been prepared for the man who soon would be known to the world as David Koresh.

Pilgrim, Take Refuge

Narcississtic exclusiuveness can take many forms.
It has many ways of disguising itself.
It can take the form of belief that a small group of people have been redeemed
And that folks in the surviving communities are simply damned.
It can take the form of fanatical obsession with a leader
Whose narcissism is pampered,
Because this narcissism presents the rationale for the followers to assert privilege

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April 19, 1993:
 1:00PM ^(EST)=12:00 noon ^(CST)

So here we are, two pilgrims just traveling through these Appalachian Mountains, waiting for our short orders, and watching the sky come down. Tariko and I are chatting with  the proprietor of the Colonial Motel Café.

We stare at the peacock screen in fascinated horror, as the armored vehicles begin punching holes in the plywood walls and towers of Ranch Apocalypse.

But now, there is something that’s happened which startles the announcer. What can this be — is that smoke, pouring out of the compound?

For 51 days, psychiatrists have warned the F.B.I. about what happens when you confront a narcissist. Has anyone doubted that something spectacular would develop when the gentlemen from the ATF finally did go in to bring out he perfect little Christian Wizard, the man who can tell everyone what to do because he is Jesus Christ?

The ghost of Jim Jones has been haunting the press encampment which has become known as “Satellite City.” Jim Jones had been a respectable preacher, who had done his time on the front lines of the Civil Rights movement, before he had the vision through which he was given a ticket to the exclusive casino where desperate saviors play the game of Being God.

On account of questions asked by concerned relatives, Jim Jones had finally been confronted. The outcome made for sensational photo-journalism, but it was not pretty. It was a public relations disaster for the manufacturers of Kool-Aid. A whole community of narcissists found it easier to drink strychnine than to find answers to the criticisms that were challenging their so-called community of faith.

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In 1979, the suffering of the world was contained in about 4.5 billion souls. 4.5 billion stories, stories which are all too often cutshort before the lead players ever get a chance to see the rainbow.

The narcissist doesn’t need rainbows. It is enough for him to be the God and Savior of all of the 4.5 billion souls. In his pleasure, their suffering finds its fulfilment and meaning. If literary editors in the Adult World had taken more interest in the poetry with too many modifiers written by the Peace and Love Children when they were on LSD, the Adult Thinkers might have come to realize how much of the tragedy of their own world derived from the barracca of their own sinful messiahs. Messiahs like Howard Hughes, who once informed the Lost Hippie Michael that he was both God and Muhammad.

So let us look at Jim Jones, David Koresh, and Charles Manson. Each of them was, in his own way, a reject from the Peace-and-Love movement. Each of these sinful messiahs stole apples from the Tree of Life, while spurning the need to cultivate the soil of ahimsa so that the garden could be sustained and every one of the 4.5 billion would have a chance to eventually take a bite out of the apple.

Eventually, the Peace and Love movement would enable a few women to give birth to themselves. They became the leaders of a Revolutionary Feminism which taught us, that we can only climb Mt. Purgatory by letting go of our old habits of getting whatever we want by manifesting sins of Powerand Control.

Before we can begin the pilgrimage through Purgatory that shall eventually lead us to the Terrestrial Paradise, we must contemplate, in the swamps that are inhabited by folks whose faith is not strong enough to sustain any real exercise, the reptile whom we are beginning to identify with the Archetype of the False Prophet.

He is possessed, and the consequences of this possession go far beyond the accidental qualifications of ideology and political persuasion. Jim Jones, possessed as he was by belief in the infallible nature of his so-called “divine guidance,” drove California Liberalism to the point of absurdity. Charles Manson had been enabled by California Liberalism, but chose as his model the man whom most liberals believe to have been Satan’s own reincarnation. And now in David Koresh, we finally have a Jesus who can appeal to the Conservative congregations.

Like Charlie and his Angels, David Koresh was a bad lad who got coralled before he had the chance to properly market himself. But we delude ourselves if we believe that the plague has been turned back merely because we have killed or imprisoned the carriers with the most conspicuous symptoms.

We delude ourselves when we fail to see the False Christs who refrain from acting quite so outrageously, but who are able to pull strings that make Baal-Dagon puppets in Washington D.C shake their pitchforks and lash the Senate House with their barbed tails.

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In the clouds high over the ocean, somewhere between Dakar in Senegal and the state of Bahia in Brazil, there lives an angry lady.

Whenever the Yoruba people who live near the mouth of the Niger see this little lady they call her Oya. Oya is the whirlwind that comes down out of the sky, inspiring the sort of fear that can cause the captain of a slave ship to be transformed into a straight  abolitionist preacher. The cowrie in her left hand contains Amazing Grace, but if that don’t work she’s got plenty of thunderbolts slung over the same shoulder.

Now I’m beginning to understand why the hailstones have come down. Oya has seen enough of these Sinful Christs, these little Imperial Wizards whose principal object is to possess women, and who often end up molesting children. The sheriff’s department out by La Verne, California is incidently investigating whether it was legal for Koresh to be doing what he was doing with a 12 year old so-called wife.

How well Oya remembers the days before Women’s Lib, when David’s line used to work. “Hey there babe, I’m Jesus Christ. Come warm my bed, and I will save your soul.” But then, women read in their newspapers and their ladies’ magazines about Sharon Tate and Patty Hearst, and began to ask themselves, in their morning coffee klatches: “My God, are we really that crazy?”

Each time they asked that question, the Hurricane Woman would smile. And as she smiled, a little bit of hurricane would find its way into the hearts of women who are getting political, because they know that the time has come on this earth for some sort of change.

Janet Reno doesn’t want to admit that the Hurricane Woman was standing over her shoulder when she gave out the order that set the tanks rolling, late on that April morning when the littlest Imperial Wizard was mixing up his last batch of messianic elixir. Now whatever it was, that little wizard’s elixir could totally enchant the hearts of his devotees, to the degree that his Patriarchal bucks were willing to be celibate for the glory of their Fearless Leader.

Now it may be that this elixir was only made from honeyed words, and the desire of the Wizard’s pet bucks to become lords in Heaven. Maybe, if that Wizard were living in Pakistan or India, and working with material that is accustomed to being celibate — but this guy’s in the state reputed to be the very wildest of all of the untied ones.  So I’d be willing to wager that the propane tank that was barricading the door of David Koresh’s commune in Waco, Texas, had at one time or another been the container of something psychologically volatile.

The smoke is rising up from Ranch Apocalypse. Now, didn’t those women say that was what was going to happen, when the Feds actually did go in to confront that narcissist?

But look now – Oya has drawn her bow. Janet Reno might try to hide it from the Religious Right, but she is from Florida – and Florida has become, more or less, this Hurricane Lady’s second home, when she is trying to get away from the internal politics of Nigeria. Oh what has the little Imperial Wizard done, to get on the wrong side of Oya?

Because Oya is turning all of her Black Chickens loose, David Koresh is well on the way to becoming a footnote to one of her liturgies. The Imperial Wizard Raga shall recount Oya’s role in raising all the ladies, to speak with the voice of the hurricane against little mountebank lizards who go about torturing the women and the children, simply because, in the ‘90's, the Federal Marshall will get you if you hang a Black man on a tree.

How much medicine did it take, David Koresh, to keep your congregation from being haunted by Oya’s voice? Who taught you the way to manage a crowd by distilling one more batch of Adolph’s philosophy? If you want to witness signs and wonders shoot up – or go out that door and surrender, and you will betray me three times when you go into rehab.

Whatever it was that David was distilling, the batch must have been secreting flammable vapors. As soon as the tanks of the National Guard began to batter the plywood walls of the compound, those vapors which had been distilled in a desperate effort to chase away reality burst into flame.

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“I tried to tell the FBI my favorite Texas ghost story,” Oya bends down to whisper to me, as the waitress in the Colonial Motel Café pours coffee and serves my BLT and Tariko’s Denver sandwich.

“It’s too bad the FBI did not want to hear my ghost story,” the Lady of Dark Storms continues. “It might have helped them understand just what was missing in the old Vernon Howell who now was being presented to the world as David Koresh.

“To get to the point, my favorite angel in Waco was hanging around in a spot of Heaven, looking down on the White Baptist Church of that city. I had just given him permission to play a nasty trick on the City of Waco. He’d been a poor boy who’d grown up on nothing but floggings, so it seemed only right, now that Ed Lippman had become an angel, that he should have the right to offer a like-kind-exchange to his home town.

“Ed Lippman took some floggings from which he never recovered when he was working on the Texas Prison System chain gang. His back got sprung so badthat even after several operations, he still had to walk with a cane.

“Ed Lippman’s road just took him from one big flogging to the next. He finally ended up in the surgical ward at Folsom State Prison in Repressa, California. The poem that he wrote there declared that he was in too much pain to even care if the nurses did have pretty legs.

“I was the Eagle, and I was the Serpent, and I was the dark cloud that opened so that the sun could shine through. Through the inspiration that came when I flogged his back with terrible muscular storms, this career burglar and chain-gang inmate was beginning to write poetry of a rather decent sort. By the time the jailors were willing to let him go, he’d found himself a small-press publisher and an audience among the San Francisco Beats.

“Unfortunately, the pain in Ed Lippman’s back gave him an addictive appetite for pain-killers. Which made it very easy for the pusher from the Aryan Brotherhood to quiet him by giving him enough pain-killer that he never came down from the trip. The Marin County Coroner decided that he needed to investigate, But after all twelve poetic notebooks had been locked up, there was no need for any further investigation. Ed Lippman’s voice had been silenced; the California Social and Health Services sent the manuscript back to his illiterate relatives in Waco, along with a note denouncing Second Coming Press as a Marxist conspiracy.

“His work had not gotten published, and Ed Lippman himself was on the way to Hell. But as he wandered along in the company of the Damned, he happened to meet up with a Black angel. The Black angel had been a Reggae singer in my Islands. I had first met this man when he had fallen into a trance; forever after he had been my devotee.

“I asked the Black Angel what he thought of Ed Lippman, and the Rastaman replied that Ed Lippman did not have one lick of common sense, but he did have plenty of soul.

“I had enough information; I ordered the train to be stopped. The twelve poetic notebooks were gone, but the ghost of Ed Lippman would have his revenge upon the town of Waco, Texas. But now the time has come for a word from our sponsor. And so, if you want to hear the rest of the story, you must tune in to the next episode of Page Palace.

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Michael met Mr. Hughes on a train. Hughes, who claimed to be a Sufi, also encouraged Michael to imagine himself as Jesus Christ. The report is credible, because in the summer of 1968, no one who had not seen Hughes would have imagined him as an aging hippy with long shaggy hair.

A Serpent In the Garden of The Lamb

A Serpent in the Garden of the Lamb

 

We were mistaken when we allowed the media to suggest to us

That the armed defiance of the Branch Davidians

Was simply one more expression of the rather crude racism

Which is all too common in East Texas

Apr 13, 1993

In 1984, a ninth-grade dropout by the name of Vernon Howell joined a small sect that was pastored by an eccentric old man named Benjamin Roden, and his wife, Lois. At one time Vernon had been a conventional Seventh-day Adventist, but had been expelled by his home congregation. He’d also acquired a capacity to use a loaded gun to force an issue.

Apparently, Lois Roden adopted Vernon Howell as her little Lamb of God. This aroused a predictable reaction from her son George, who now found himself cast into the stereotypical role of the unprodigal and unappreciated son. Eventually, George ended up being committed, because he had murdered a man whom he mistook for an agent of his adopted brother.

    This willingness of the Branch Davidian leaders to brandish weapons during confrontations should have us asking some questions, and apparently did raise a few eyebrows among the FBI. This type of behavior might be perfectly normal in Waco, but 7th Day Adventists are generally known to lean towards the pacifist end of the Christian  spectrum. Yes, there are 7th Day Adventists who serve in the military, but during the years of the draft, it was common for Adventists to apply for non-combatant status.
    It was while they were doing their stints of alternative service that groups like the Mennonites and Amish first became introduced to drugs. Soldiers were often used in medical experiments, and conscientious objectors even more so. What isn’t realized about Timothy Leary, is that he simply spilled the beans on research that was already in high gear. After everyone knew what to expect from an LSD trip, it wasn’t quite so useful for mind control as it had been before.

     Contrary to the impression that has been given by the Apollonian press, the Branch Davidians were not the crew of scroungy racist rednecks who might have been observed at the Aryan Nations encampment of Hayden Lake, Idaho. Their Christian ethos was a multicultural one, and some of the people who died in the inferno on April 19 had college educations. On the other hand, these Branch Davidians were even more determined than the Amish to separate themselves from Babylon, and, unlike the Amish, were ready to defend that separation through the acquisition of modern military equipment.

      It is here that we should focus our investigation, if we want to ask what kind of mind control techniques went into the hostile takeover of the Branch Davidian Compound, and the subsequent catastrophe that took place on the Old Mt. Carmel real estate. The older Branch Davidians had not wanted to contribute their resources to militaristic imperialism, but they otherwise had been pretty well accepted within the community. After the Vernon Howell takeover, the new Branch Davidians became, knowingly or not, part of the gun laundering syndicate of East Texas. Whose interests were being served?

We may wonder how much of the eccentricity of the dogma of David Koresh derived from the entrepreneurial opportunism of a clever boy who had discovered that one can get away with anything if one can get oneself accepted as a prophet, and how much of his attitude had been conditioned by the anthropological strangeness that had been observed, at least from the period in which the Branch Davidians had been led by the Rodens, and probably even before.

      Above all, we must account for the way in which the Branch Davidians became transformed from fairly normal 7^th Day Adventists, who share with the Anabaptists a pious aversion towards organized violence and who, in times of war, will shoulder their weapons, if at all, only with the greatest reluctance, as proof that they are patriotic citizens. By contrast, the Branch Davidians not only spoke of their 2^nd Amendment rights with the accents of America Firsters, but suffered no angst on account of their willingness to gain the cash that they needed for co-existence with Babylon by vigorously participating in the small arms trade which flourishes in East Texas.

We may wonder, particularly, what experiences the Branch Davidians had suffered, at the hands of the Selective Service System of the World War II years and after. Conscientious objectors from larger congregations were used as guinea pigs. Since a drug has no moral consciousness of its own, we may consider that the reputation of LSD as a “Peace Drug” must have developed as a result of observation of the drug’s effects on conscientious objectors who knew quite well that Babylon was messing with their minds.

Larger congregations had the resources to nurse their returning young men back to sanity, and in doing so, created much of the groundwork for the present-day veterans’ support system. The Branch Davidians may not have been so fortunate. It is likely that the same social pressures which had been used to convert them from pacifists to gun-toting Texans also left other scars. One of these traumatic artifacts may have involved the use of the same mind-altering drugs which had effected the original transformation, to provide occasional experiences of communal ecstasy.

How Minds May Be Bent

It is threatening to think that there are techniques by which minds can be bent and manipulated – but mind control has been with us ever since Canaan started playing dirty tricks and blaming his grandfather. If we want peace, we must develop a sociology which will enable us to heal the effects of the terrorism, intoxications, and deceptions through which the Corsican Method exerts its discipline over the minds of the people. Otherwise, abusers will continue to leverage politics and religion, driving whole nations to genocidal folly. A sociological study of the Branch Davidian phenomenon should produce insight and data useful for those who wish to combat, not only political terrorism, but also the spiritual abusiveness which produces terrorism.

The biggest obstacle to such a study lies in what seems to have been a compulsion on the part of everyone involved to destroy as much of the data as they could, even if that meant burning the children alive. Perhaps David Koresh really believed that he could teleport himself and his followers to another universe. But there is also a very good likelihood that the reason the ATF and the FBI had so much trouble getting their stories straight, was because the events in Waco were giving everybody a chance to see, just what Circular Intelligence can do to the society that puts its faith in Intelligence.

What we do know, is that there had been a time when the Branch Davidians had been pacifists. The writings of Ellen G. White are decidedly pacifistic. Many Adventist practices, including adult baptism and the emphasis on “God-Grown food” place Adventism in context as an effort to revive the old Anabaptist tradition through appeal to modern science and modern Biblical scholarship. The split that produced the Branch Davidians seems to have come because the Adventist General Conference felt that the Bible study group called “The Shepherd’s Rod” was wandering from rational piety, into dangerous mysteries which were becoming a personality cult.

Nevertheless, the issue that finalized the administrative split was the need of the followers of the Shepherd’s Rod for a Church which would maintain their status as conscientious objectors. The Adventists would do this for Adventists in good standing, but – given the prejudice against pacifism which prevailed during the Century of Total Warfare, is is not surprising they were not willing to stick their necks our for a group that they felt had gone off the deep end.

Therefore the followers of the “dis-fellowshipped” Victor Houteff began calling themselves “Davidian Adventists,” so they could register as an independent Church with the United States Government. The whole point was to maintain their status as conscientious objectors. What Revelation from On High convinced a later generation of Branch Davidians to turn from their pacifist ways and become gun dealers? And just whose interest did that revelation serve?

However much their skins had been thickened by hot winds blowing from the Sonora Desert, the Davidian Adventists of this period still clung to the opinion that, under the New Covenant, warfare was an abomination. The Branch Davidians were not monsters, and their nervous systems were not that much different than ours. We would do well, to consider the story of Hostile Takeover that some Branch Davidian survivors would tell us², as a parable of what happens when terror, hate, and the lust to be recognized as mystics, amalgamate to produce a brew of spiritual wormwood. One third of the sea shall change to wormwood, and those who are intoxicated by wormwood find it far easier to follow a gun-toting Guru, than to stake their money on faith in the God of Justice.

From the beginning, many of these Branch Davidian holdouts were convinced that Vernon Howell had come as an enemy agent. They thought he was probably from the Adventist General Conference, but the general drift of the subsequent tale makes that doubtful. Vernon Howell was a damaged kid with a high IQ, who made up for occasional moments of traumatic paralysis by coming up with visions which explained the scriptures. There were plenty of places in that damaged brain, where a full set of operational commands could have been hidden – but how many government agencies had that sort of technology, back in the early ‘80'

In the Garden of the Lamb

In the Garden of Lois Roden, Vernon Howell became more and more the beloved Lamb of God who could do anything and have anything, and her son George Roden became the Bad Boy. Eventually, the Bad Boy drove Vernon Howell and his followers out from Zion. They had to take refuge in Palestine, but soon returned with better armaments and won the day. Eventually, poor old George Roden got hauled off to a mental hospital.

      It’s difficult to know if Vernon Howell learned anything about commune management from the likes of Rajneesh. His theory and practice were far more in line with those of conservative Christians, and for the most part simply exaggerated the shadowy aspect that is to be found in many Bible-Belting congregations. If anything, he may have absorbed a great deal of influence from groups which have splintered administratively from the Mormons, because they refuse to admit that the Federal Government has the right to prohibit polygamy.

      In the beginning, involvement with drugs was listed as one of the reasons for obtaining a warrant against the Branch Davidian Compound¹. It is argued that this was either to buy the support of the DEA, or because when drugs were involved, the search and seizure requirements were simplified. Of course, there is another possibility. It is possible that the DEA was consulted, and that it may have considered that to pursue the methamphetamine angle would be – just too embarrassing.

     Why? Because by this time the War On Drugs had become a replacement for Gunboat Diplomacy in Latin America. The halo had begun to burn off, but the policy remained an indispensable cover for various operations intended to impede the Latin left. The liberally oriented churches, which had demonstrated a strong inclination towards pacifism during the Vietnam War, were being kept under control by preachers who insisted that abortion, drugs, and homosexuality were the only moral issues worth raising a fuss about. So long as federal action was being taken on grounds of gun running and abuse of children, these liberal churches would see David Koresh as a bad boy who deserved a spanking for perverting the teachings of Jesus. Bringing in the issue of drugs might have shown an unglamorous spotlight on the actual socio-political effects of the Moral Crusade of the Times.

According to the perspective of cosmic consciousness that was taught by Rajneesh, even a person like Vernon has some element of the divine within his soul. As Rajneesh meditated for the benefit of all sentient beings, he surely would have tried to send some ray of light to Mr. Howell. But it seems that the enlightenment that Vernon Howell would accept, was the awareness that folks in the Bible Belt would put up with almost any sort of nonsense, so long as the perpetrator could convince them that it was Christian.

Where Is Peace Now?

    To say that only one man has the right to procreate, and that all of the women in the world rightfully belong to that one man?  This is a different ethic than the one that was taught by Rajneesh.  But then of course, our feminists will say that  Mr. Howell simply had a more advanced case of an all-too-familiar social disease.
    The original Flower Children of the Peace-and-Love movement had attempted  to combine an ideal of free love with an ethic of Moravian non-violence.  Many of the creators of this movement had in fact grown up as the grandchildren of the Pennsylvania Dutch. Unfortunately, by the time of Rajneesh, this non-violence was becoming wearied.
    The friction between the devotees of Rajneesh and the more conservative members of the Antelope community bears a distinct parallel to the militancy which has developed between the Israelis and their Palestinian neighbors.  In both cases, a more educated and more cosmopolitan population found themselves confronting the conservative prejudices of populations who were willing to sell them land, but unwilling to allow them to cast their post-holocaust insights into the earth and cultivate their own squash plants..  In both cases, the confrontation with a prejudiced conservatism enabled the excessively strident voices to attain positions of leadership.  The crystallization of this militant defensive structure in turn precipitated an internal reaction — a feeling that the original spiritual ideals were being betrayed.  In the case of “The City of Rajneesh”, the founder himself appears to have come out to denounce the excess of the militant hardline.
    The “Ranch Apocalypse” in Waco Texas did not suffer this anguish of conscience.  When Vernon Howell changed his name to David Koresh he adopted as his model, not the pacifistic Anabaptist creed, but the secular survivalism which had developed as the conservative defense against the Peace-and-Love movement of the ‘60's. The commune that David Koresh had gathered together in Waco was in fact, following the same old Hell’s Angel mentality which had been unleashed on a search-and-destroy mission, to wipe out the Peace-and-Love movement.

1Details on the original allegation of methamphetamine manufacture, and the subsequent failure of the government to substantiate these charges, may be found at: http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Activities_of_Federal_Law_Enforcement_Agencies_Toward_the_Branch_Davidians/Section_5 Accessed 06/28/11

2 ² For an account of this takeover from the perspective of Branch Davidians who held out and refused to accept the Prophethood of David Koresh, see http://www.branch-davidianhistory.net/history.aspx?c=13. Accessed 06/12/11

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The Tale of the Mad Messiah

The Tale of the Mad Messiah

All Seven of His Thunders

Apr. 11, 1993

Once more, tanks and armored vehicles. This time they are massed together just outside the Savior’s compound. In the foreground, we see cars of the Texas Rangers and the F,.B.I. They’ve been hoping the Messiah would come out — but now the general consensus is that he is psyching up his followers for collective martyrdom.

      “My seven thunders are to be revealed,” he writes upon his sacred notebook paper.(1)

      He threatens that Old Mount Carmel will shake, and the dam of Lake Waco will break. The gentlemen from the F.B.I are starting to wonder, what drug it is his followers are using for communion.

      It’s possible, of course, that David Koresh might have done a thing or two to get himself on the wrong side of Papa Legba. It was all well and good for him to proclaim himself as a “sinful messiah” — the French Romantics have used similar terms to describe the role of the artist in society. The notion that, in the post-Holocaust Atomic Age, people whose personal lives fell short of the Family Values Standard might yet play a Messianic function, would evolve into the practical program of the Beatniks and Hippies. But the fact that “Yahweh Koresh” actually expected society to accept that he had the right to cast his seed into the wombs of all of the women, while all of the males around him would serve as his celibate priests – does this not cause us to wonder what sort of hostile takeover might have occurred within the mind of the young man who changed his name to David Koresh?

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      Let us take a moment to reflect on how the Myth of the Sinful Messiah developed during the ‘60's. This myth owed a good deal to the social drama that was stirred by avant-garde figures like Bob Dylan and Abbie Hoffman. The Holocaust was behind them; the Nuclear Catastrophe they were trying to avert still shines such a light on their images that we almost forget that there was a person beneath the image. All that we see are the stage personalities which were put on by one or another of the avatars of a figure who was sometimes identified with Gandalf. Gandalf was the quintessential “Sinful Messiah.” The Sinful Messiah was all too aware that he was using pot, LSD, and women for solace, but he was driven by the realization that most of the Great Angels had fallen. Gandalf might be fallible, but if Avant-Garde Zionists like Dylan and Hoffman had not stood up, the Holocaust might not only have returned, but would have been amplified to nuclear dimensions.

The events that transpired in Waco, Texas during March and April of 1993 fascinated the nation. It wasn’t just that a man who called himself a religious leader was leading his congregation in revolt against the United States Government. Now that David Koresh had shown everyone how sinful a Sinful Messiah could be, the Myth of Gandalf had fallen.

      Many things will be said about the 2nd half of the ‘60's, but those who were there will remember that it was a time when most ofthe people who were the avant-garde of Zion did everything they could to find some way of escaping into the wilderness. These mostly young people were beginning to feel that the Eye of Judgement was beginning to look upon Babylon. There was a racial history. There was a history of conquest. There were too many similarities between the America ofthe ‘60's, and what the Germany of the late ‘20's could have been, if reparations had not ruined the economy. A prophetic spirit which no one was sufficiently virtuous to own was demanding its right to speak. This voice of the avant-garde of Zion, which was raised by all of the young people with broken lives who wandered through the wilderness, was warning those who should have been elders in Zion to beware of America’s military-industrial complex, because it was a set-up.

      The American people, who want to call themselves the allies of Zion, should have stood behind Abbie Hoffman. Instead, they have shown us, over and over again, that they prefer the likes of David Koresh.

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Chemical Analysis of a Thunder-God

The “Marriage of the Lamb” that was both practiced and taught by David Koresh sounds much too much like Charlie Manson in overdrive. According to the anthropologists down at Ms Magazine, this is the natural result when Yang becomes too overbearing, and the qualities of Yin are simply treated like dirt.

      The overflow of volatile Yang energy must be bottled up in propane tanks. However, since all of the women are bound up in serving the whims of their Lord and Savior, there just aren’t any cowries available to turn aside the wrath of the Thunder-God. All that you have, are men and women who used to believe in love and peace, but who are now so burned out, that they are willing to take almost any abuse from any Satan who can show them that he can defend them.

      Not too long before the oversupply of volatile yang energy reached its flash point, a lawyer who visited the Branch Davidian Compound observed that one of the doors had been blocked and barricaded with debris, and noticed that a large propane cylinder was part of the rubble. This is curious; even when empty, a propane cylinder can contain enough residual vapor that it would explode upon impact. In retrospect, this propane tank in the doorway barricade may have been a suicide device.

      King David, AKA Yawah Koresh, must have known enough about demolition science to know that this was a cocked trigger. On the other hand, italso is possible that the propane tank had been used for something else, and that the defenders of this latter-day Alamo had therefore erroneously assumed that the venom of the rattlesnake all had been dispelled.

      It is even possible that Yawah Koresh was simply a little too high on his own yang energy. But it is also possible that he doled out yang energy, a little at a time, to keep his Mighty Men obedient.Yaweh Koresh needed those propane tanks to store up yang energy, sothat he could have it on tap, to dispense to his congregation.

      As we can see, the “Yawah” of David Koresh was simply a dialectical variation of the Hittite Thunder-God. But what happens when two different Thunder-Gods get together, and agree to contest the same turf? What happens when the heads of the ATF are all agreed, that theDavid Koresh Thunder-God has got to go, because Waco, Texas is much too close to the airport that is used by Former President Bush, whenhe wants to get in touch with the Thunder-God of the Dallas Death Cult?

      Yes, the same Gods who once went at it in Harpers Ferry now are at it again. To the northwest in Talequah, Oklahoma, heads shake and tongues agree they have seen it before. This time it is not a Palestinian. It’s simply that the James Tribe and the Pinkerton’s tribe are at it all over again.

      Wake up St. Peter – it is your church on the hill over Harpers Ferry that shall be blasted by the Union cannonade. By this time, a lot of the Cherokees have become cynical enough, they really believe that this is what White People do for entertainment. Just keep your head low, ‘cause it isn’t an Indian fight.

      This is all the more proof of what White Leaders like that drunken Governor Stevens out in Washington Territory really want, when they come to you with open arms, saying“Peace, Peace.” We know what they want, but we also know that when we fight them with bows and arrows it only unites them against us. So let them believe that we have gone down under the soil,because when they don’t have us to fight against, they’ll surely start killing themselves.

      The lady who is reading Ms Magazine believes that it is only male chauvinism. She watches how the little supermen keep all of the harlots of the Big Bad City in line, through skillful applications of the Corsican Method. This drives her to join a coffee klatch of college girls who are complaining about the hostile takeover of Zionism. They end up discussing whether Yaweh himself should be summoned to defend himself at a war-crimes tribunal.

      These ladies have a point. No, it isn’t likely that the real Yahweh actually commissioned the crimes that have been committed against non-belligerent Palestinians in the name of Zion. The more credible hypothesis would suggest that Yahweh has been the victim of an identity theft. But the fact that these well educated college girls need to beat around the bush with allegories about the divorce between Yahweh and Lilith, rather than getting to the point and directly asserting concern over the hostile takeover that stole the identity of Zionism during the 6-Day War, shows that when we remember the Branch Davidians we should  be asking more questions than just “who set the compound on fire.”

      Of course, nobody in their right mind could possibly accept David Koresh as their God and Savior. But what these college girls in their coffee klatches are discovering, is that where religion is concerned, nobody is quite sane. It isn’t only in the Branch Davidian Compound in Waco, that religious insight, a male-chauvinist spiritual hubris, and an unbridaled form of sexual imperialism have taken water that once was pure, and turned it into wormwood.

      Proud Dallas does not notice the parade of punch-drunk rejects who wander through the streets from town to town, and give the Texas penal system such renown. In other states, if you are an eccentric, you can get legal aid. In Texas, if you are going to be a maverik, you’vegot to have a couple of 6-guns watching your back. The social worker sees what Dallas does not want to see – a regular parade of punch-drunk and drug-intoxicated rejects who have nowhere to go because the Corsican Method is trying to liquidate them. They arrive in the mental hospitals, telling their sad stories of municipal jails and holding tanks and criminals with black hoods in their closets. A few months after these poor souls are released, the social worker will need to send the records to another institution in another state. They wander like the earthbound damned, until at last they become the virtual property of someone who deems he’ll make a tidy profit by using and abusing some poor sinner.

      The Gods who have been angered by the way that Texas was formed look down on Dallas and Waco  and all the other cities of East Texas. Or rather, they are ghosts of angry Indians. These are the ones who had to go under the soil, so that history shall have an example of how a proud nation can be brought down to Hell by allowing itself to be led by bankers and lawyers and real estate agents. The Gods are choosing up sides for a showdown. It is these Gods who are the Voices that are  served by those who have gone crazy. Because there are so many people who have been driven plumb loco by the Corsican Method, these Gods have more than enough players whom they may choose as priests oftheir Underworld Rites.

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Back in the plywood compound near Waco, a man who is haunted by messianic delusions has finally gotten it all figured out. He does not realize that this feeling of enlightenment is the result of the fact that a very naughty angel with a kit of burglar tools has found a way to enter his brain, and is beginning to manipulate the controls. This irrascible junior angel is showing David Koresh just how to distill a sublimate which will produce a proper degreeof furor, when administered to the devotees.

      There’s some historians who shall maintain, that the communion wine of the Branch Davidians was nothing more than just corn whiskey — but is it the custom in Waco, Texas, to store up your corn whiskey in propane tanks?

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See “Last Letters From David Koresh”, Time Magazine, May 03, 1993. Available
online @ http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,978388,00.html

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