The Or-Gates of Judgement

The Or-Gates of Judgement

 

October 21, 2012

We are waiting for the end of an intercalary period which was necessary in order to persuade the people to let go of the Old Cycle.

• 50 years ago, on October 22, 1962, the Universe of Julius Caesar came to an end. The roving bombers of the American and Soviet air forces were carrying nuclear weapons. The technicians in their missile silos were completing the initial steps in the launching of ICBM's with thermonuclear warheads. Everything we think we remember after that date is false memory, a defense reaction to shield us from needing to confront the immensity of the trauma.
• 52 years was an important cycle among the ancient Maya. We should not be too exact about the dating, because the particular period that is ending is an intercalary one. Intercalary periods are necessary in any time-count as accurate as that of the Mayans, because terrestrial cycles and cosmic cycles are never perfectly congruent with each other.
• For the past 50 years, we have been floating on the artificial cloud of a propaganda that became true because everyone believed in it. But at the same time that we were convincing ourselves that nothing really had happened, the Big Bang was going on all over again, all over the Universe.
• On Oct. 22, 1962 after the 22:00 hour on the Greenwich meridian, the universe as we know it became null and void, except for the Divine Logos who waited, crucified upon the axis where space meets time.
• Why were we never aware of the time when we ceased to exist? But since that is essentially an ontological question, perhaps it would make more sense to seek to know what martyrs it could have been, whose bargaining with God created this hypothetical world in which we can still dream that we live on. To be quite blunt, our world destroyed itself in 1962, and everything we have experienced since then has been the result of a miracle.
• This miraculous period, in which we are suspended between two cycles, has been necessary because the New Cycle cannot begin, for us, until we let go of our allegiance to those Powers and Principalities which destroyed the Old One. The only way to liberate ourselves from the underground shadow of feudalism that masquerades as gangsterism, fascism, or even as “family values,” is to learn to suspend the amygdala-based instinctive allegiance to our father-figures & heroes, so that the ground of ethical choice may be illumined by a global perspective. 
• Quite simply, if we wish to be true to our knowledge of the I-&-I, it is sometimes necessary to switch channels and tune in on another wavelength. It is sometimes necessary to recognize that those who were the great heroes of yesterday's battles may have become locked up in the time of their greatness. This is the reason why, ever since the early months of 1963, the young people have chosen to define themselves according to rhythms which the Old Crocks simply could not grok.
• There are reasons for believing that neurophysiology has found the ground of ethical choice or volition, and that it is the hippocampus. It seems to be rather significant that the hippocampus shrinks when a person is in survival mode on account of PTSD.² Survival mode tends to lock the mind into a perspective in which there are no ethical choices, because only survival is important.
• It is only when we waken to recognize diversity, that we open our “hearts” once again, to begin to create an internal environment in which ethical choice is possible.

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March 8, 1964

1. The fire which has been kindled through the sacrifice of our reason has burned away all things.
2. We do not understand why, one year and 33 days after the end of the Julian Calendar, the President of the United States was sacrificed to Huitzilopoctli.
3. We do not understand why the universe needed to be renewed at such a price.
4. We are not even sure that it was a true renewal. The fires that we see burning on the other side of the Pacific Ocean certainly make us feel that someone must be pulling the wool over our eyes.

Oct 17, 1964

      It has been 47 years since the October Revolution. I am waiting on the corner of Beastie and Harlot for the Beetles to come into town. A large crack has opened in the asphalt in the center of the street.

      We, who have been traveling back from the future, have been listening to “Why Don't We Do It In The Road.” But now our time-travel seems to have deposited us on the day before the road was there.

      We look back through the crack to see a French café which has seen more prosperous days, but which still is a very fine place. The patrons are all well to do, and most of them still speak in French, even though they are drinking Vietnamese coffee or young coconut sodas. There is a disturbing rumble that reverberates in the background.

      We have arrived in a part of the Universe where the Big Bang is only beginning.

      The Mayans believed that 52 was a key to wormholes which would enable the initiate to subvert space and time. Next March, a Russian will get sufficiently high that he shall be able to walk for 12 minutes through a Nowhereland between the earth and the moon – but he shall remain a long way from understanding why the coming renewal shall be far more than just an ordinary restoration of the pyramid.

      The posters on the wall of the café still show a Dragon-Lady posing in French designer fashions, but the newspapers on the table have become soggy with blood. Outside, the Buddhist monks are no longer burning themselves, and are content to simply chant their prayers. The Communist Dragon still lurks on the horizon but, for the moment, the spectre of an inquisition of Christian piety has been banished.

      Perhaps the monks who burned have arrived in the Pure Land. But in the back rooms of the Impure Land, the kids are selling poppies for Adonis.

A flashback that is repeated every few years:
The world to which I am returning is the sort of world we must live in after we have managed to let go of dreams that are shattered beyond repair.

(This flashback transports us to the corner of Beastie & Harlot, at 3:15 P.M. On March 25, 1994)



2SeeAshley R. Hart II, PhD, An Operators Manual for Combat PTSD (Lincoln, NE, iUniverse, 2000,) p. 2,