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.