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.”