Search This Blog

Sunday, April 11, 1993

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?


a = a


      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.


a = a


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.

a


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?
a = a








1
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



1.

Technorati Tags: , ,

No comments:

Post a Comment

 
Creative Commons License
Page Palace by Matt Cygny is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial 3.0 United States License.
Based on a work at pagepalace1966.blogspot.com/.
Permissions beyond the scope of this license may be available at cygny@hotmail.com.