Thursday, August 20, 2015

Road Notes



What is the underlying cause of fate that literature reveals? Those who write such tales exalt themselves. Which of them has not told us everything about them. It might be said to be humanizing, but when you’re on stage never say anything about yourself without a cover-up. The cover-up is dressed to kill. What metaphysical opposite costume doesn’t the fish monger wear on the Ishtar Gate, the Documentary Hypothesis of Genesis and Marduk riding to the O’Briens “Shining,” around its neck, Terrance McKenna writhing in the I Ching? Time’s up, Dagon!

To confront the terms of these demagogues, product of the gods disbelieved, to say that One rules many contradictions illustrates, is why the machine will never think like us living contradictions, no matter what its proofs. To be or not to be is our constant companion, doubt, faith, belief, unbelief, peace, war, logic, absurd, it’s not just that we are opposite, but contradicted so. Anyway, if the machine cannot program itself to program itself not, that is, out of existence, it cannot be us. We presume this good.

 I shot the planet. There was a usual list of suspects.Would that the opera of nephilim soap religion had its denouement in Ginsburg, where Moloch was an endogenous door to those monuments that spurt seed into government and take over presidents. But not universities! No never. This soap continues in universities. Installments done in plain sight so newspapers can disreport the giant doom porn of Moloch, thought extinct from Egypt, became that Swell Moloch of Babylon in Ginsburg: “Ashcans and unobtainable dollars! Congress of sorrows! Moloch whose buildings are judgment! Moloch whose blood is running money! Moloch whose name is the Mind  ... moloch whose 'apartments stand In the streets like lonely endless crazy genlusses and spectral goliath whose names Is America Moloch...,” guilt, pain, anguish gone up in sacrifice.  
 
Was it “immanence,”  “emanation,” “dialectical materialism” (Otto Eissfeldt) dressed up in an old Molo- Baal-Ashteroth veiled allegory in symbols of the Faerie Queene too, from Orgoglio and men turned into beasts, to a new discovery of Guiana where gold as big as the head of a child counterfeited life. Grapes were rubies, emeralds were leaves, and a perversion of nature made immortal. These were “turned to figures hideous, / According to their minds like monstrous.” Moloch was there naked in the fountain like a fruit Tantalus reached. Mammon-Moloch loosed its hair to cover the body in gold. Not silver apples of the moon or golden apples of the sun, these apples were nothing real (“Strawberry Fields,” the Beatles again). Devoted god in the shape of an owl that swallowed the care of George Bush. Two and two are three.

All this gets a document in Ezekiel even if naive critics say that passing through the fire is a mere perfunctory exercise that did not hurt the child, the son, and was not a blood sacrifice. They caused their sons, whom they bare unto Me, to pass for them through the fire, to devour them...for they had slain their children to their idols (23:37,39). Now you know why the Bohemian Grove consumes their care. Talk about sea to land transfer of radioactivity, they need to assuage their guilt so they can do it some more. Vestiges of humanity and conscience remain, if only just. What they do in service of their hierarchy makes them sick sometimes. But none of us have built power plants or fired depleted uranium bullets. The Motive of save the earth is a classic bait and switch. Create a problem too big to solve as pretext for inviting beings from hyperdimensions to arrive, notwithstanding that they caused it in the first place. It sounds like Reagan uniting against space threats. It sounds like the Pop World uniting all nations against global warming. It sounds like Illuminati got their proxy a little out of hand. Who are these Hyper-Dimensionals? Fallen angels.All the institutions are guilty. All the gofernments, corporations, militaries. All the scientists.  But they will say you and I are guilty from our consumption, for attending their play, the usual ploy to attribute to commoners their own crimes, and then to blame them, thus transfer the guilt.

 To understand reports of 40 foot cargo containers with shackles and a guillotine at either end, or to recommend any of it be believed, Wold says you can see these yourself at the Beech Grove Amtrak death camp, should you be going to Indiana. FEMA camps, themselves prominent in his report, at the top of the list, compare with the new coliseums of lions roaring, chariots rumbling, people screaming of the usual stripe. Whether martyrs who oppose the gods, or martyrs as victims, hence the only ones who lift the veil, it is only for a short time, for martyrs don’t last. They were judged insane by the President and the Psychiatrist, who was likewise so judged by his captors. The thing is going around. You can be judged too, if you allow seeing as Lockerbie did, the world briefly as a vast war for citizens in the cheap seats, not infinite and holy as Blake and Ginsburg did, the first after three second subliminal bursts of gold, the second on pot. In those first products, the sales dummies mimicked death train Denver murals, at home and on the road. A home is not complete without. Hurl the wolf at the deer you wish. That, dawg, is how St. Stephen saw them rush: “they rushed him and dragged him out of the city to lay their clothes at the feet of a young man.”  Fastidious  Mengele takes off the cloak so it doesn’t get blood, the government part.  

The books of martyrs were full of what St. Stephen saw in the gods and governments together. Here's what Sir Stephen said about Berlin! "You made gods out of stars, worshiped heavenly bodies, had a portable Moloch for your Saturn to carry the idols you worship." Events come to fruition in bits. Some say they just arrived, some, have been only a decade, or more, millennia, who knows?  No history yet of gigadeath. Inquiry boggles belief in the light of  comforts we  disbelieve. Some of you think this report suspicious because our chief informant worked for all the parties in question. Renegade physicist-psychiatrist Dr. Edmund Lockerbie went missing during a disruption by the Falun Gong downtown. That disturbance itself was suspicious. Somehow he threw his captors off and escaped from the command compound where nobody is supposed to emerge. His Report concerns  aspects of religion and government so nefarious as to make comprehension difficult. We make it out in the bits and pieces among these tapes he made while on the run.

Higher Ararata functions of art, field support for space ships are beside the point, says Lockerbie. He had readied transport to that other world of pictures from the Denver Murals seen inside the FEMA Car, like reading comic books of the Odyssey. Not many have been in one and survived to tell. In shackles, Among Guillotines and Coffins, he thought he was sure to join Sir Thomas More on London Bridge battlement, but not in 1535. The bridge now stands at Lake Havasu, lightly regarding deliverance from the Vegas tunnels that inspire a million escapes of reason below the facts. But he did escape, and with his head! Shades of guillotines, Project Endgame, shackles, boxcars loading and unloading, airports, underground bases, it hardly seems a bridge to the peaceful mind.  Anyway, under those circumstances the Psychiatrist revealed to us The Project.


Boxcars, Airports, Spaceships and Other

“I was traveling late on the New Jersey Turnpike when I saw the first of them,” Lockierbie said. “My luckiest was one abandoned after it wrecked. The analogy of a beast fallen from the sky won’t fly, it was a boxcar, a pterodactyl of the rails. I got close by reminding myself of the Super 8 kids and their zombie train, but coming from the other end. I was investigating not fact but art. Indeed I saw an image of the thing in the underground vaults, turned it up and shook the disbelieving out.

Ararat Art as divination is as risky as the difference between reality and film, which anybody can see in the EU parliament and Breugels, or in the Guggenheim and Denver. The FEMA train and beast, animated within, filled with paper, first carried cargo manacled end to end. I tell you the guillotine was later added by designers so overcome at concocting a means to liquidate 15 million they must have had a market for blood. Rocketing down the night tracks hermetically sealed, there were no cracks in the floors like Nazi boxcars. Weissmandel, rabbi of Slovenia, who cut with a dull blade through the bottom of one of those entering Auschwitz, escaped like me.”

The government underground saw no reason to forgo home market use of guillotine. Who would not want a guillotine in the closet they argued, where, when a stray rooster is not performing, cheese, bread and meat can be dealt with, or for cutting cheese, bread, meat? Not as if any of this was new to the lot. All who join the guillotine throng assume the honor of Sir Thomas  at the hip, even if his head is yet on the battlement, to be or not to be a subject for Madame Tussaud.



In religion they found Incorporated Assuaged Care at the shrine of Moloch for hospital beds. Millions of stem cell donors gave up  genes, or expropriated had them filled, a double need of assuaging guilt and fulfilling labs. Animals, humans, plants sated with illuminate, idols in every grocery sang like Falun Gong, “come buy, come and buy.” Their subtext lay pence upon the staring idol of TV!
What’s the cause of simplicity in priests? Go to the library. Naïveté is illustrated in Nebuchadnezzar, the Babylonian King who asked the Hebrew captives to interpret his dream about a statue of the kingdoms of earth. As soon as he heard he was the head of gold he made a statue of himself 90 feet tall of gold and made everybody lie down and worship it.

Still we keep hearing of two Babylons, the B-Assyrian Sumerian glyphs, rediscovered 150 years ago, prone to all kinds of gaps fueled by German archeologists afraid in the desert, and another, secluded in Labs by night, where modern Babylonian prophets expand UFOs, planetary resources and hybridizations into schlemiels. Paying no heed to the  Babylon allied with Egypt, Elijah mocked. On Mount Carmel overlooking Megiddo, the valley of Armageddon, kidding the priests of Baal,

“Maybe your gods are sleeping, maybe they’re out for a walk. Maybe they got swallowed up!”
They wouldn’t hear. They heard instead from Isaiah (14) that “the man who made the world a desert,” the so-called King of Babylon who revives all the old practices, was astir: “The grave below is astir to meet you. At your coming, the dead kings rise from their thrones  to mock, you’re as weak as we are o morning star that once laid low the nations who said in your heart, I will be a god.”
How many Babylons? Nebuchadnezzar fell prostrate before Daniel (2.46) praising Daniel’s YHVH Elohim, but then, when his astrologers announced the Hebrews were still standing, threw them in the furnace.  Told again and again, “we will not serve your gods” (3.18) it is clear the Babylonians heard the One Name twice.
 
Nebuchadnezzar dreamed the cut down tree Daniel identified needed humility, but he was on his roof overseeing Babylon’s grandeur when the thought struck. He lost his reason for seven years, “is not this the great Babylon I built” (4.30). Seven years as a beast cured him. He was again back in Babylon praising the YHVH Elohim. Want to make up your mind? He had more chances than Saddam Hussein.

Little record in Babylon of Nebuchadnezzar’s madness or in Egypt of humiliation at the Hebrew exodus, and no record of Daniel, whether in cuneiform or pyramid or even in the modern Babylonian labs. They have their own amnesia walls. Compartmentalized!  Nebuchadnezzar’s son Belshazzar does pretty much the same as his father with the handwriting that appears suddenly on the wall and it all happens again. When will they ever learn?

Babylon is the seat of the Beast, none more difficult than those affairs in Egypt concerning Moses’ decrees and the magicians. Moses knew as much Egyptian as Daniel did Babylonian, both being raised there, but neither bowed to the gods. This goes on and on. Elijah, Daniel, Moses, Abraham. But the one the new Babylonians didn’t anticipate arriving was Jesus. They had their own messiah, the “Shiner.”

Looking at the past to expand the present and understand the future is defensible in literature, there being no immediate cause and effect. But rising from base beliefs about pollution and extinction the human makes the future so. Literature shows the incredible quests of life and death, slavery and freedom, invasion and resistance that living or dying have always been the choice but the means were to be selected. Years could be lengthened. Worship or die! You can get extra years now if you think you’re transmortal and surrender ahead of the truth, thinking science will make you live. But you’re going to die. He that saves his life will lose it. Mennonites kept doing that to the distress of the kingdoms, surrendering like Shadrach and the boys, and Daniel to lions, and Abraham in the extra furnace, and Jesus to the cross, all in some sense like pacific Muslims. The opposite of immortality is self surrender. It must be tormenting for the gods to maintain their immortality, looking out for dangers,  wary of black holes.

Regarding the de Garis transhumain as Cogito ergo sum, I doubt therefore I think, Dubity duby Do. This is also the way of gods, but that One works in such illogical ways as to perfectly communicate to the essence of contradictory man, law, break law, teleologic ethic suspend, and natural law as well. This the scandal of science was that truth should break laws, for they gave that right only to themselves. No matter. Remember contradiction well. If none, know you are machined!

Photographing A Boxcar

If you want to know how I got hip to the train yard of Chinese guillotines stored at US Bases keep the engine running. I won’t be a minute.

I saw them traveling late on the Jersey Turnpike. Since trailed to Montana and the side yards of Idaho, my luckiest shot was finding one abandoned when it wrecked. This Saturn seemed both train and beast, animated by its cargo within, prisoners manacled in a death train with a guillotine at one end. It sounds like B. Traven. The guillotine must have been added later by designers overcome with that reckless Boxcar Named Desire. Liquidation rocketing down the tracks by night, hermetically sealed, there were no cracks in the floors like Nazis. No Weissmandel snuck out to save his wife.

The gods had their counterpart among men and government to show how wonderful when they work combined! Among those expendable containers of population reduction and higher consciousness-gathered levels of information about Fusion Centers,  that wrecked boxcar showed evidence of two hundred million plastic grave liners, when only 50 million were needed.  One could hold at least four.  How’s that for planning? How's that for government waste? How will they die? That’s being prepared, all every martyr from Rome and before could hope for, population reduction being a must, which proves that FEMA camps do not exist on Archuleta Mesa, Greenbrier (VIP only) and a hundred plus sites. Neither is there evidence for the 129 Deep Underground Military Bases (DUMB) Schneider found in Kansas and Nebraska nor the Ten Sectors that house the Underground Cities below the Residential Centers above.  And if there were it would only be to keep you safe. Neither are these fantasy underground cities staffed with alien and international soldiers. A lot of this material generates from  a lecture by Phil Schneider of May 1995, Underground Bases financed by trillions yearly in black budgets.

As to the involvement of Orion, Sirius or aliens in earth, who you gonna believe? Philer says Eisenhower’s Treaty of 1954 allowed experimentation of “implantation techniques” on humans in exchange for all this technology (interview with Schneider’s wife here). Now we know how Steve Jobs got his Apple, important because it wonderfully elaborates the Mandarin conundrum where the gods give power and control in exchange for one human life to torture forever, (code for adrenal glands and get high). Why don’t they just synthesize? The muse is silent on that, but another caveat, courtesy of Schneider, holds true even as our Sky Station Senators stand at the airport, their middle fingers raised in welcome (which we’re not supposed to be saying by the way, even if you’re hoping it’s Denver). Different teams at different times display on alternate Thursdays.

If Schreiber is credited they should not point up but down. He got in the worst trouble of his life at that Archuleta high plateau when rappelling down the cavern. His wife said, “he peed in his hard hat and threw the pee at the aliens which killed some of them. Many years later I would see a fictional program on TV where aliens were highly allergic to ammonia and would die from it” (here).

Ill equipped as we are for space flight it is heartening to learn that we may yet defend the planet at our feet with the time honored Ed Abbey Defense. He, on first sighting the Grand Canyon: “the first thing I did was urinate off the rim onto a little aspen” (One Life at a Time Please, 124). Research has proved that what is welcome to an aspen is noxious to a grey alder. Beyond the power of uric acid and its weaponization, the question whether distance in time and space matter in suffering to a human onlooker is still worth pursuing, to see whether or not one feels implicated in the fate of another. That is, shall the Chinese Mandarin be executed with impunity by the European for some putative good, merely for the exercise of power, or is that repugnant?

Whether this appears to be a nightmare out of Nazi science where there is no end of sacrifice of the foreigner, the alien, the Mandarin, even those of one’s own party if disenfranchised, it is all for the good of the party in power, established controls, so there is no sense of utilitarianism in the choice, no good for the greatest number. There is good for those in power!

The global captivity of merchants multiplied above the stars and strongholds falling like figs only D. H. Lawrence could eat stuff the gates of the mind. 

The eater and the eaten dispute the gates of mind, open before their enemies the fig no one wants to hear. No talk of titanium alloys in defense, but simple water drawn for the siege goes into the clay. To tread the mortar, make strong the brick, locusts and worms and canker-worms multiply, cast lots to own the honorable men of No-Cleveland. They bought No-York too and sold nations. They stripped the Queen of Nineveh and led her away beating her breast.  Shaker Heights fell and Ohio was lost.  Over toward the sea they stumbled with whips, the wheel, the trains, the horns, the desolate creosote barbs, grey dawn antennas, chains not long, and long for the end. 

I was reading when they came. Do you want to go with us and be saved from the end of the world? They don’t take no for an answer. I’m bound and gagged. My neighbors left behind, I’m to lecture in the program at DUMBpra Underground live, where they will get me to talk when all the species are pulverized to rock, unless I’m too numb. The real question was whether to tell anybody ahead of time since it was foregone it could do them no good.

I go over my notes for the first class. "You’re here because Pop will eat itself, himself, yourself and all. Pop a doddle do." That style was one of things that got me off the Red and Blue Lists. "Your first paper is to imagine you’ve been captured and are being held underground, but are intended by your captors to become a free society, completely cut off from all previous societies, families, ancestors and nature. Explain your reactions to this news and begin to design a new society under these conditions."

The second reason I got off was that I had written, "the corruption and totalitarian nature of these undergrounds cannot be stated." Colonies underground compared to the worst gulags and Noah’s ark, with a difference. Run like academies and military camps, they were set up and planned by such, whose operating procedure was containment, thought control:

Imagine there's no silence, music is piped in,
with subliminal messages of control.
Imagine covert tranquilizers and stimulants in the foods,
Or microchips in every chin.
Since these boxcars and their adjuncts are to have claimed from 5/6 to 7/8 of the human race by 2029, I’m not sure who’s reading this. That fate is better anyway than the passenger pigeon, which is not to take lightly the 100,000 missing milk carton children or the 550,000 missing children on the FBI report for 2011. As Denver Mural 2 notes, this is insignificant in comparison  with The Greada Treaty which bought all this technology, though never ratified by Congress.
Cosigners of the GREADA TREATY did not keep their word. Proponents in Cosmic Court argued Great White Father didn’t so what’s to say they should? Subscriptions to the Genesis borrowings idea, the notion that the biblical assumes the Sumerian and Akkadian ideas of the One Name, to justify calling the Elohim space travelers, two ideas, are both confuted, the Sumerian here http://www.sitchiniswrong.com/Genesis… and the Elohim here http://www.sitchiniswrong.com/Elohim/Elohim.htm
But of course who does not also know that such selective disinformations occur all over the ancient revisions from Niburu. How to use the cuniform lexicography Chicago Assyrian Dictionary (CAD) materials here. Also see Electronic Text Corpus of Sumerian Literature (ETCSL)

Iksayhearsay, after promising to turn in lists of humans kidnapped and tortured, glands and brain cells, 6 or 7 million turned up missing. Then they turned to illegal aliens. Immigration didn’t exactly make I Like Ike. You’d have thought he knew better being a general of the Milt-Ind Comp. A bromide sold? Ike and his mere paper against the Military Industrial Complex sold the rest of us. Our comfort was the Manacled Railway Cars, which Nazis made proud, but obsolete. US Steel in its place made better seats for the better life designed for them who knew. You’d think some conspiracy afoot. You’d think a vast image out of spiritual mundi covered my sight. At least the Gunderson cars had side vents!

In consideration of all this a silver lining is due. The manufacture of Manacled Railway Cars revived the boxcar industry from near extinction by cargo trains. Big Steel made seats for 15 million to be hauled to a better life, over 100,000 boxcars in all, good for the economy and good for share holders. It can be seen that there is no giant conspiracy in this, and further, the cars had side vents!

I don’t know if you’re still with us in this Report, but you might know that once a Psychiatrist gets going they don’t easily stop. I tried to tell him there was a tomorrow, but he interrupted me with this:
"You conspiracy people need to get a life, count on that. Even if wind socks are blowing inside double stranded barbed wire fences along railroad tracks from Van Horn to Marfa, it makes a very very very fine house, a childrens’ playground with two cats in the yard, but it has no airport! [you are meant to play these songs as you read!] Has Halliburton got to do everything? Denver Airport too?  No wonder Anubis is on guard. Executive execution orders: enemy POW camps are residential centers, biological pandemics give no excuse. I won’t give the House bill numbers in case of civil unrest. With higher consciousness comes higher crime. Ain’t it wonderful when gods and men work together!”

One should not quibble when millions and millions have gone before, given back to the smitters and cheeks to them that pluck hair. Whatever the outcome, whatever justice outcries rise from blood, we run toward it singing. Look at the installation of the thousand melting men, the 2501 Migrantes, the mass nudes, the tortures of The Fixer, Solzhenitsyn, Guernica, Goya, George Pratt, Find Me A Voice, Paul Ruiz and  Stay off the Jersey Turnpike. Now hit the gas!
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Akron

 For Gaza shall be forsaken, and Ashkelon a desolation: they shall drive out Ashdod at noonday, and Akron shall be rooted up. 

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 I guess you could say it's a joke if you're fishing for the thirteen parts of Osiris in the Euphrates river. Isis and the lost penis of Osiris are the midpoint and the American dollar bill the end. You get suspicious about all obelisks and domes as species of impregnation of the apotheosis gods, but put that aside for more pressing matters. As though it were in the news, however too late, way late by any reckoning of Joel Garreau (Radical Evolution), chapter eight, published in 2005. Oddly enough Garreau is now Professor of Law at ASU where we hope his office is not near the Templeton School of Religion and its transhuman projects. His account of the Senate Appropriations Inquiry of 2002, "The staffers went down the list of DARPA's projects, found the ones with titles that sounded frighteningly as though they involved the creation of a master race of superhumans, and zeroed out their budgets from the defense appropriations bill." The PDF is here of the NSF and Department of Commerce report.

 How do you know it’s not Cleveland when the given, the wind blows where it will, the eyes of the blind are opened and the ears of the deaf unstopped. Isa 35?

Babbōqer babbōqer as in Isaiah 28:19, the servant of Jehovah receives the divine revelations neither in dreams nor visions of the night; but every morning, i.e., when his sleep is over, Jehovah comes to him, awakens his ear, by making a sign to him to listen, and then takes him as it were into the school after the manner of a pupil, and teaches him what and how he is to preach. Nothing indicates a tongue befitting the disciples of God, so much as the gift of administering consolation; and such a gift is possessed by the speaker here. “To help with words him that is exhausted” (with suffering and self-torture): עוּת, Arab. gât̬, med. Vav, related to אוּשׁ, חוּשׁ, signifies to spring to a person with words to help, Aq. ὑποστηρίσαι, Jer. sustentare. The Arabic gât̬, med. Je, to rain upon or water (Ewald, Umbreit, etc.), cannot possibly be thought of, since this has no support in the Hebrew; still less, however, can we take עוּת as a denom. from עת, upon which Luther has founded his rendering, “to speak to the weary in due season” (also Eng. ver.). דּבר is an accusative of more precise definition, like אשׁר in Isaiah 50:1 (cf., Isaiah 42:25; Isaiah 43:23). Jerome has given the correct rendering: “that I may know how to sustain him that is weary with a word.” Keil and Delitzsch Biblical Commentary on the Old Testament.


Saved From the End of the World

I told them they didn’t need me, that the tapes would do, hundreds of hours rebroadcast from the previous century. But no they said, they wanted contemporaries! They didn’t want the loonies they had created in the old world in the new Under Ground. All that patterning from 20thcentury-made zombies. They wanted a century of teaching to preserve the human soul! Surface hideouts of proletarian survival were feared most, dog eat dog militia fiefdoms existing from the birth of nations. The whole purpose of the contemporary had been to Wipeout awareness by distraction and entertainment patriotism. Paradigms required to dull the senses to misperceive the event had to be replaced with mindfulness and courage in order to come out of the bunkers fit in a hundred years. I was not up for a position at the Big D in Denver, the Ivy boys were there.

The UGs were another species of utopia that popped up in America, a small group haven of too many to name. Always a brotherhood was desired but it resulted in dissolution or the tyranny of a strong leader who had all the power. Communities broke easily. The alternative to the UG was the takeoff. Lesser of the proles left earth entirely, thinking to return when the dust had settled. Like doves? Fantastic Kieninger (1927-2002) chosen to lead the Stelle to space said that ships would lift off before the catastrophe. Evacuation plans to board the Starseed enterprise were to "simply place your name on the ‘automatic pick-up list,’ and believe that it is so. Should the need arise, you will be instantly beamed aboard a starship to safety without having to step into the blue-white tractor levitation beam." A welcome suspension of animation awaited the physical with the mental world, but the Directorate feared discord in the 1500 cites worldwide below.

Greater travesties pretended no solution beyond go UG, hide on the surface or go into space. Our government's plan was the best  it said. Beneath all cities vast hideouts, New Mexico and the Rocky Mountains hid untold UG bases stored with every means of survival. Linked by mag-lev UG shuttles over thousands of miles, these were held by the greatest minds since WW II as the solution. To pop up like moles or prairie dogs a hundred years after and restart civilization with a cybernetic graft.

Mag-lev shuttle trains built by workers with missing body parts,  white plastic type material lined cavities with various sized zippered doorways:

 "we opened several of the zippered sections over the solid rock of these hollowed out Norwegian mountains, hydroponic gardens in UG bases, original Native American food crop varieties with more vigor under adverse climate conditions, in case the seabed of the Gulf of Mexico was not covered with scores of salt domes suitable for sub-sea excavation and deep buried sub-sea-floor bases. These housed the genetic engineering laboratories, and the human clone production facility prison. Also a highly-secure cocaine warehouse for narcotics in transit, clandestine nuke stores, a super-secure Presidential command center, a bunker for corporate execs and directors, an ark population of a select human population destined to survive apocalypse buried deep beneath the ocean floor of the Gulf."


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Human makeover in The Hybrid Age had crouched in little robots and promised perfect health. Isn’t that attractive to grads who took out mortgages on the transhuman mouse? The Age was an UBU event. As Air Forces pulled the wool over  kids’ eyes, who thought they were superior for being wise, they bought the hooker whole, instead were on the cutting board, thought they would be treated thus but instead weretreated like this. All rise! Worship at the Capitol dome, kids. Kneel!
So if you think you’d like to be a dog or planet patch, hybrids can easily find out  how much artificial intelligence you lack. Do Not Exceed your capacity. Consciousness pretends to arrest the development of Terence McKenna, a youth who died at 54. His indefinite mind expansionscontacted consciousness like they do at the Sophia Project, numbing in the trank.
That’s why the metaphor of the age is a Severed Head. But much more, you have to want to give.
When Mr. Goar said this head had been “transplanted to someone’s empty neck,” did he know it was the new order of the starchitect? He said that neck was empty, circular, inviting hats, skipping about a circle looking for chairs. There’s Filostrato strapped to a machine.Lewis took that off Chaucer and slobberers who drool took A Trip to the Heavenlies. So many heads so little time, the artilect gone quite mad. Brain cells cut off from nature, no wonder he’s afraid to leave his cell.  Materialize them proper! We sent a book to space, to greet the Shiners in:

They wanted literature to provoke thought and rebellion because they realized that without art and poetry the population would be unable to survive once the gates opened again. To prevent the government science plan to survive from simultaneously killing the human spirit by these controls. I thought I could belong, but realized it was better to oppose the death of 5 billion than to cause it.
Vast UG facilities to restart 21st cent civilization from the ground up, Atlantis reborn, the star class of such facilities around the world, these guys would be the ones to pop up outside the walls of the New Jerusalem like groundhogs. All the institutions, homes of presidents and vice presidents would belch officials from their high speed deep UG. Elevators beneath DC would hum to a lev-mag catch shuttle from Cheyenne mountain.

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I had written that "these survivals of humanity or the individual always assume life is worth saving, as defined by themselves. Isn't it better to live a slave?” But take for instance the bears enslaved to milk their glands, caught in "crush cages" on Chinese farms so they can't move and a permanent hole or fistula is made in the bears' abdomen and gall bladder to be milked daily for 'bear bile.' They are fitted with iron vests to prevent suicide. One mother bear, provoked by the cry of her cub as its stomach was about to perforated, got loose, ran to its cub, strangled it, and drove her head into a wall to kill herself. Countless examples show life or survival is only desirable if and only if...the assumption of my ancestor Mennonites, who fled a hundred years of oppression, midnight raids, imprisonment, torture. Life was not the highest good but faith. They counseled not to argue with their captors but to embrace their death in the blessings of Jesus, that is, embrace their salvation rather than adopt the beliefs of their captors. So the apostle Stephen was stoned, and the thousands cataloged from Hebrews 11 to Foxes Book of Martyrs to The Bloody Theatre.

We had all gathered by then in the Coliseum, just as we were brought off the street. Caesar stood up and called out whether any were Christians. Christian has been utterly defamed by his adversaries and his impostors. Jesus has been diminished and defamed. Nonetheless, with my wife and children beside me, they captured whole families, I shouted with the loudest voice, "I'm a Christian" and began toward the podium singing loud and louder, "Oh Lord our Lord, how excellent is they name in all the earth!" So you see I did not get tenure.

One night, bowling with Hank Hagerty, all night, in the early 60's, which we did more then once, I said, Hank, I think Jesus is going to return in our lifetime. He said, I do too. No parties to the survival of their enlightenment took this option, so there was great surprise when captivity got led captive yet once again. How many survivalists are in the New Testament? None. They were all killed. But if I'm running up there to get beheaded I only do it from inner compulsion. What you going to do, avoid Rome?

What anyway could you do underground? Who would ever stop talking? When is there an end? I'm not trying to write it. I'm saying, better to be out in the event and enjoy. Raise hands in wonder and praise, sing Psalm 46. They will put Psalms on TV. Every channel minarets of praise. Channel 3 with Psalm 8. Channel 5 with Psalm 91. Psalm 34 is on 10 and all the neighbors outside are singing, O Lord our Lord, how excellent is they name in all the earth.

Thought Beasts

The college I went to had gargoyles plastered all over the outside and inside of their main. Gargoyles down marble balustrades, gargoyles on the corners, stone heads with mouths open is if in speech, emphatic speech, something one had to bear up with in the trials of education. Nobody ever mentioned them. They were plastered all over the monk's quarters in York, England and Notre Dame in Paris as if the stone carvers either had a sense of humor or a bad breakfast. That college named its lit mag The Gargoyle and that is where both first fiction and poets appeared, gargoyles surmounting the cover. Similar ugly, bestial, thought beasts ornament all the temples of the world. If you buy they are downspouts, to project water through the open mouth from the roof away from the building, water spewer is the literal meaning of the French original gargouille, "throat. " La Gargouille is said to have been the typical dragon with batlike wings, a long neck, and the ability to breathe fire from its mouth. They called the mascot of this college the Dragons.

Of course downspouts mask the utilities that say nothing of the mystic powers of downspouts which take the form of all sorts of animals, chimeras. St. Bernard of Clairvaux was famous for speaking out against gargoyles. What are these fantastic monsters doing in the cloisters before the eyes of the brothers as they read? What is the meaning of these unclean monkeys, these strange savage lions, and monsters? To what purpose are here placed these creatures, half beast, half man, or these spotted tigers? I see several bodies with one head and several heads with one body. Here is a quadruped with a serpent's head, there a fish with a quadruped's head, then again an animal half horse, half goat... Surely if we do not blush for such absurdities, we should at least regret what we have spent on them.

There is no end to the mythic imaginary animals and chimeras used in this way. Everything from the slope of the roof is common to Shinto and Buddhist temples to ward off evil. The gorgon on Greek temples, the eye "doorways and windows of buildings were felt to be particularly vulnerable." Mythological but demythologized content neutral writers see more the decorative than the sinister. Pre-Transparanoid: A Natural History of Gargoyles concludes gargoyles of Gothic architecture are of Celtic origin, " Giants, biting creatures and figures with protruding genitals" on cathedrals are supposed to ward off evil spirits, which to that college did and do not exist. Neither faculty, college or deans mentioned them. who knows if they believed. Absurd idea.

I think that was when I first fell prey to something besides the ordinary human nature which is prone to be wild, found myself swallowed by something greater than the experience I had in the protected environs of college, church, family, not that I knew it, you don't have to know you are hunted to be prey, but if you survive you know. Later I heard stories of missionaries to China or India or wherever who encountered forces greater than themselves that made an impression. America they said was not a favorite of these perceptions and they didn't have them. It was like camping alone in the wilderness with only a fire, compared to the mall of America where security guards were supposed to provide. I had seen the world's gargoyles in the British museum, all over the antiquities Dept, atop Hammurabi's gates, flying winged forms of victory, curling snakes. Come to think of it I don't remember seeing any in Soviet occupied East Europe. Maybe they cut them down like the statute of Hussein, but it is obvious that the cross is used for the same purpose to ward off evil as it used to be on the windshields of cars, where it says:

 “Those who pursue their own imaginations…who sit among the graves and spend their nights keeping secret vigil… spread a table for Fortune and fill bowls of mixed wine for Destiny… too sacred” (Isaiah 65). foretelling a result were that action to occur, divination is the religion of Baal Gad, Baal Fortune who lives below Mount Hermon: Ba’al (Bel, Belos) was the ancestral and national deity of the Semites, the founder of Babel (Babylon), identified with Zeus, Jupiter, Ammon, Asshur, Assur, Kronos, and Bel-Marduk. Morris Jastrow, Max Müller, and W. H. Roscher all three agree: Baal is the Babylonian sun deity. The Ba’als of the nations were sun deities, and Ba’al worship means sun worship.” Wishing good luck to someone then is a recommendation of Baal.
That there may be acts not sacred enough is a possibility, but too sacred means a subversion of the will and responsibility for the choices which are believed to lie outside the human. Nobody wants to blame this gnostic stupidity on Yeats, but he bought it anyway. If you think the poles are equal or even if there are poles beyond the earth sense then consider YHVH. Sources however no one would want to admit sharing with Yeats  include G.R.S. Mead, Paul Foster Case, Israel Regardie, S.L. Mathers and  private gibberings of the delusions suffered of formula for human existence or art.
Curses and rituals rebound upon the doer and speaker, and blessings do too. The blown up prophecies of  children starting with the fatuity of  the birth of Yeats; first child, Ann,  who was to be an “Arabic astronomer,” the “avatar,” “savior for Ireland” (Brenda Maddox, Yeats’s Ghosts, 127) that he and George were to “reincarnate” (Maddox, 123) a seer. Yeats never spent time with his son Michael ( born second), a barrister, until he was 17. This is pathos, as if Yeats were an agent run by controllers who manipulated him to their own ends. George was his controller and he the willing subject. She would have had their first child to be a boy to fulfill Yeats’ name and her position as wife and mother of a son, which line was foisted in turn by her upon her invented controllers of the automatic script, as all the while Yeats thought he incorporated these controls into his poems. That Yeats’ last poems are informed with philosophical might from this whole process is just another event explained  by the wonder of belief.
Passivity is necessity in magic, except among its leaders who practice mania. Mathers, Blavatsky, Huysmans underlying premise is that to reach the ground of the spirit a man must be passive, a stance identified with the feminine, to more directly apprehend the face of light, a psychology of the Trojan Horse, to suggest the whole thing a deceit. The sentences themselves are passive. So the man says with the woman in the creed,  “through me its unfailing wisdom takes form in thought and word,” “I am guided moment by moment along the path of liberation,” “I draw all things needful,”   “the kingdom of spirit is embodied in my flesh. Making passive the masculine and feminine are paired in those metaphysical pics. The woman looks up, or over, or in, and the man looks out, signifying opposites of action and meditation, convincing in popular psychology, more so when the outward is contemplated with the inward. The outside is fortune telling and divination; the esoteric the inward state of idea, the truth of the self as fortune. Baal again. Philosophy as divination was the essence of these secret societies’ pitch. Divination consumes whoever wants to know what to do, when to do it and why he did it. If you could know the future would you want to? This presumes it is worth knowing the sex and destiny of children and a thousand questions for hoary charts, when to get the tonsils out and on. What you know you cannot unknow; so the future hung over like a sword, only countered by another cast of fate, Not to know the future and live in faith would have been the single greatest gift. Divination is its own curse. Drug prophecy the same, the gift of prophecy like Balaam say.
Audacity
When the prophet Isaiah and the poet David speak of the spirit they say things no one would dare to say and depict the ultimate daring of the Jesus who exceeds them. The penetrating audacious speaking of the prophets, copied by Milton and Blake,  is in direct opposition of all the spiritual wisdom offered in occult creeds. He commands the sea,  tells them, “you give them to eat,” nothing but audacious, and this  to Paul,  “we sit together with him in heavenly places,” and Peter, “rise up and walk.” It is the audacity of the Exodus, “both horse and rider he has cast into the sea,” the judgment of Balaam, obviated for a time, the OT equivalent  of  the  NT Saul suborning the faith of the first believers. It is the entire speaking of Jesus, so saying Bereshith barah Elohim is audacity itself. In short, the opposite of its imitations and subversions catcalled as the onus of the  religions: Jew, Christian, Muslim, but not Babylonian and pagan, a contrast of truth against the world that styles an ultimate conflict misunderstood in every way, world being understood as the path of indulgence and sensuality.
How else understand the LCC, “we hold the fatherhood of God, the brotherhood of man. We hold that we do serve him best when best we serve our fellow man. So shall his blessing rest on us and peace for ever more.” What more appealing statement can there be than  passivity?
Presumably there is a sensation which appeals only if the outer words are real. But anyone can say words.  If  there is an inward reality where communication is not physical or spiritual, whose command is self-denial, self-sacrifice, self-surrender, which sounds passive, we must beware the trick of words, which mean nothing in themselves. Direct speaking without trickery and vulnerability are dangerous alternatives. Their opposite, indirection, or feminizing the masculine, was a major concern of the renaissance where love was viewed as weakening the power of will.  Sidney complains of his weakness in  whining poetry.
The occult origins of fiction, philosophy, fantasy and science fiction  in all the university faculty clubs and writers cliques inform the search for the spirit as a means of social control encouraging the feminine but not direct apprehension. The occult imitates the real prophetic by inversion.
 
II.
Surprisingly evil is not what we think, personal corruption notwithstanding and its sins. Evil is spiritual in high places, it says somewhere, connoting the asherahs of Palestine. High places give a vista of control and themselves are a metaphor of counsels, rulers, leaders and their intrigues. Consider Mount Hermon high above Baal Gad. If we  perceive a conspiracy in high places, its purpose is evasive, unless we take it is “against YHVH and his anointed.” Some  striking cases occur. In the case of Balaam we at least know the purpose was payback, payoff, and power and influence with the king of Midianites.
Psychic gifts are notoriously uncertain, part of the passivity routine. A clairvoyant might have no knowledge of the effects of an eclipse, that is of the seen, but may know perfectly well exactly what had occurred in someone’s mind that could not be seen. A pastor with prophetic utterance may be utterly unable to discern the dissembling elder in front of him, even to the point of  outright fraud. What matters most is accuracy.

I was first attracted to allegory at Gargoyle college, as if it were a romance to woo under guise a world. If only you could teach it that way. I never consciously knew, and only now know by practice those repetitions that intuit a method, not that I can say what it is, or if I did were embarrassed. One thing I never knew hasn’t changed, the universe, but for a naive faith to apprehend its object like a  current or a bird. Go to sleep, wake up, I would be at a loss to do so if I’d first have to know what to do. It’s easy to see this is a fruitless exercise in the first and middle stages, unknowing, unconscious, for only consciousness can  be worked and after many repetitions when time brings insight, meaning recognition. It knows nothing, but there is at least something to do. Imagination is a rapture In progress to recognize the thing before the eyes. Is that consciousness? There are drawbacks to this, the length of time it takes, because having no purpose, no goal, it is not known when the thing is reached, when finished. Work continues as long as the medium is plastic and malleable, alive. 
 
And of course one can extrapolate from this known, even if self invented, generalize to some greater whole a kind of rule. So in forming things in words or clay and life, doubt always arises. Is this the time of defeat, when not knowing, when faith ceases to work? By faith the worlds were framed by the word of God, the Testament says, by faith Abraham believed the impossible and acted as if it were true.
Babbōqer babbōqer in Isaiah 28:19 he receives every morning, i.e., when his sleep is over, his ear awakens, makes a sign to him to listen, and then takes him as it were into the school after the manner of a pupil, and teaches him what and how. Nothing indicates a tongue so much as administering consolation possessed by the speaker. “To help with words him that is exhausted” (with suffering and self-torture): עוּת, Arab. gât̬, med. Vav, related to אוּשׁ, חוּשׁ, to spring to a person with words to help, Aq. ὑποστηρίσαι, Jer. sustentare. The Arabic gât̬, med. Je, to rain or water (Ewald, Umbreit, etc.), cannot possibly be thought of, since this has no support in the Hebrew; still less, however, can we take עוּת as a denomination from עת, upon which Luther founded “to speak to the weary in due season” (also Eng. ver.). דּבר as an accusative of more precise definition, like אשׁר in Isaiah 50:1 (cf., Isaiah 42:25; Isaiah 43:23). Jerome has given the correct rendering: “that I may know how to sustain him that is weary with a word.” Keil and Delitzsch Biblical Commentary on the Old Testament

Believe a thing and  mountains move? Believe you walk on water and it is so? All things are possible to him that believes. This just doesn’t sound implausible, that’s unscientific! And more that other that says to as many as received him to them gave he the power to become the sons of God. Not just anything can be believed in. The object of belief must be veracious, living, real, overpowering.  I inquire of  my friend if his object met the standard of my tests, which is absurd because I already said I know nothing of itself and only intuit after the fact, yet never doubt the only way for my salvation against the impossible. This conduct is a riddle, somebody who knows nothing except what is done, so I turn from them all power by formula, whether scientific, laboratory, magic, divination, drugs, for the method above—or I die. Dying is the end for one who comes up against the greater, even lesser, powers, unless faith broadcast upon the Name is clear. Human imagination is like an echo chamber, where such as do bounce around, not strictly imitating the original but parts of it skewed, or sometimes literally the models presented in imagination determine outcomes.
 
Having no themes seek for none in vain, seek none at all, merely the Word in trial of the language of the wheel, rays of light coming out of a hand Hab 3.4. as the stone cries out of the wall 2.11 and the ceramic booties 2.7 that lade thick clay 2.6. Write the vision, make plain  2.1 the sacrifice fisherman to a net 1.16, carpenter to a hammer, incense burned to a keyboard, power of an idol 1.11,  sacrifice to a gun, prayer  to the power of mind. The Chaldeans coming! 1.6 more swift than evening wolves, 1.8, There you go, not thinking for yourself again. Let earth be silent 2.20.

Should we take the crack in the Washington Monument in the recent earthquake as comfort that some of this talismatic symbolism has slowed, that the cracked phallus has lost some magical power? Either that or the Monument is closed for terminal experimentation and Isis has her organ back.

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