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| 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?
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.
