Angel Empires I. When angels cease to resemble themselves. A Rehabilation and lament. The Effects of Angelic Civilization.

When Angels Cease to Resemble Themselves

 Followers of the good make matters worse. When RP asked how angels can cease to resemble themselves, he was not offering what angels are in themselves. Thinking angels are the better sort of man makes the angelic every equivocation of word that can exist. That's when RP posited that good is evil and evil is good. Take them one at a time.

Angels are experts and that is their downfall. Electro-magnetic beings like angels are perfect. The effects of angel civilization are the good and evil of imperfect man whose consciousness reconstructs and reconnects pain, removing the bandage of inoculated, anesthetic memory. Then the pain of realization begins. Do  angels have realization? No. Rehabilitation and restitution happen over a lifetime of a man but angels don't have a lifetime! Traumas of assault and their consequent memory, treated with propranolol in a man. remove the pain.  There is no angelic propranolol. They have no pain. They have no memories. A man's identity dilemma forces memories upon him. The pain prevents him doing it again. It is his learning. Sleep is his healing, but angels don't sleep. Angels don't feel pain. Learning from mistakes a man has to always face and remember pain. If the comprachicoes could have administered propranolol they could have gone on mutilating and maiming ad infinitum, but memory causes it to stop. Like the mandarin taken to another planet to be tortured forever in exchange for peace on earth, peace at any price is no peace. No memory allows infinite torture. Our sufferings make us whole. We would have to see angels suffering for their sins, in penance, forever!

Evil is good, everything that is good is reversed. The good that disparages poverty, racism, hatred, is the very cause by which poverty, racism, hatred exist. The good invents evil to hide its crimes. This good practices nearly an infinite series of control. By this time we have left the seen for the unseen and dual meaning is taken as reality.

Of the many likenesses to the applied psychological disfigurements in the underworld of comprachicoe mutilations, none greater occurred than the psychological mutilation of the German grandchildren of Rudolph Hoess, commander of Auschwitz. These things must either be faced or denied. Rainer Hoess, grandson of Rudolph Hoess, shows the immense pain but also the courage of the great. This view in the treating of all such PTSD argues that what the lost angels feel in silence is their complicity. The comprachicoes removed the memory of dislocated joints, stunting the spine, burning the face, incisions, manipulations and restraints with a drug, a stultifying powder, an anesthetic escape, so that the mind's ability to recall the depravities imposed on it was deadened, and if remembered, it was remembered with an anesthetic, so the meaning of the pain was masked with forgetfulness.

What there is for the angels to face is the greater subject of this question.

That is he social issue raised by the suicide of Clay Hunt http://news.yahoo.com/s/yblog_thelook..., the vet activist who saw his friends killed in front of his eyes. How much can the drugs, the escapes and consciousness heal? Not only that, but what can heal an angel? Only death? Annihilation?

There is no lack of disinfectant of the making monstrous in the memory of the unfeeling, but to take a view through metaphor, let us say that wind is greater than water. That is, the wind of consciousness is greater than the water of memory and identification of the pain. You can know that on a mountaintop, but down in the pain, at sea level, where mere humidity swallows you up you are a fish.  Or better, swallowed by a fish, you wake up in the belly cradle and earth. Darkness and humidity,are vistas to cross as similarities to a fish belly. Being subject to forces and denial makes a Jonah, who helps us conceive Rimbaud. But these all pertain to a man. Where is the redemption for the angel? Staying away from the beach? You get to be a hundred, two hundred as a man and start to wake a little. Three hundred and even in Bilbo Baggins light begins to dawn in the darkness. But how old are the angels? Which means, what can they have learned?

When we want to hear about  polarities in Angels who Cease to Resemble Themselves, A Study of Rimbaud by Henry Miller, the poet taken as a kind of angel, invites turnabout to see how far angels can be taken as a kind of man. The angels' loss of identity takes up the all reversed norms which none of us receive. Reversed polarity embroideres these mystery moralities into anti-moralitities.

We come upon this character, call him RP, who, when he is not denying them says good is evil and evil is good, meaning that the good, in its ensuing manners, dress, and comport hides evil that is masked, which only unmasks when it has complete control. The victims of this predatory good are always the same, first animals, then children, women, men, then the earth. Whether the good stops there must be part of an ongoing inquiry of Space. Because it is good, its followers are unable to doubt, which leaves them in their frenzies.

“When Do Angels Cease to Resemble themselves?  Henry Miller quotes Rimbaud: “if my spirit were always wide-awake…I would not have given in to degenerate instincts, to a forgotten epoch.” Miller says, “what it was that sealed his vision, and thereby brought about his doom, no one knows-and probably no one ever will know.” But we do know. Our lives are filled with such events, maybe not all, but neutralized by denial, selection, amnesia and drugs. In other words Rimbaud gives himself up to debauch and every vice just to forget the pain of his lost innocence. It would be like the angels who sang could only curse. He made himself monstrous to take revenge upon himself. He made himself into a comprachicoes, those in the circus children whose physical appearance was tortured to improve their act. Except Rimbaud did it on his own. He however mutilates his soul inexpertly, which is his salvation because when he is done making monstrous he turns to faith.

A man is a kind of Jonah and here’s the hope, God will rescue him out of his trouble. The trouble is himself and the forces that bind him. He doesn’t come without a past even if he doesn’t know it. He doesn’t come without a present even if he doesn’t feel it. He gives meaning to blindness. If it weren’t for friends along the way, women usually, who save his life, he wouldn’t survive at all. He doesn’t want to give account of the women though, he wants to face the forces. He wants to take out after his enemies who oppressed him, but he has to face himself. The displaced angels however are the good, the true and the beautiful and their enemies are the truth that they are evil along with their followers. How's that going to play? All unmentionable, all dark shot with rays, lots of rays, but the light doesn’t blind the man. The dark does.

Even in darkness light dawns for the upright. He gets to be compassionate because of the dark, the affliction, the pain that lines the tiled hallways of cement floors along the halls of different states of dementia, drooling, moaning are no dream but an image from the past. He’s not nobody from the Midwest, he’s worse. He comes out of the grave shorn, unshorn with the memory of his sins. His sins, unless you say the innocent are the oppressed and what is done to the kindreds, the strange fruits of their tortures, beatings, is the fault of some enemy. But their still his sins. But that’s the one, the enemy of forces. So he looked at his three hundred years in the dark and it was getting light. By then it was as if he had lived twenty lives, thirty.

By then the illuminant hadn’t filled every corner of the hallway in the belly. They were all still there, but without the same power, like they had lost mass, like a river of oxygen was diverted into their midst. But where is the oxygen for angels? Who are so busy polluting the man?

He could float this river, but not like some aging Huxley or Eiseley, reimaging evolution, floating on his back down the canyons of rock. Even at three hundred years the light that dawns is still earth light that the pains gibber at. He walks down the center of the hall like he did the first time, over and over. What did the boy see but what we know? They could not touch him. They had to wait for that. That hadn’t happened yet.

What was it like in Noah’s childhood? Playing with too much water. Jonah, playing at the wharf with pelicans for pets would come home with shells in a bag. Nobody can say if we’re all that way. Oh do not call them naive who kick in the belly womb. The fish is their life. Life is their fish. Moses floated early. How far is it to where he kicks the rock. He hit the rock with his stick. He hit the rock! Ouch.

The rock has a sense of humor about it even at the time it puts Moses to bed in Egypt. We go down to get his body in a few years the way we go down to get our memory of the dirty hallway with its stretchers and wheelchairs. The results of the finished work of the comprachicoes are all along both sides of the hall, misshapen, drooling. Funny it has no smell. That was from all the disinfectant. There was no lack of disinfectant among the unfeeling. Then of course there were all the drugs pumped into the skin. That was before drugs were so common. All the pains took them. Palsy took him drugs. Rage took Valium. Lust had a range of pharmacopoeia. Hatred must have eaten some. Sicknesses all. Diseases all. Rampant in the hall. Covered when the Lord entered that hall long before and found a species of Noah and Jonah. But no angels. A hall more like a tunnel of misery. My sin was there that I resurrect here. My sins were theirs. So was yours. The enemies inoculate you with pain. Redemption is not cleansing like a nuclear flash, or a flood. It feels more like a plant growing.

 Runoff

If water is the symbol of pain then there are different sizes of vessel in which the volume of wat
er collects. That does not indicate the pain is greater, it just means it is felt more because of the larger vessel. The water from a kitchen spigot is nothing compared to a thunder storm on the mountain when the runs off the mountain and collects in a vessel. The vessel feels more like a slicker laid on the ground. With this kind of runoff you have to be sunk to make an impression.

Necronauts, explorers of death, boast they ride in Charon's boat and cross and recross the Dante. Are they 40, 50, 60, 70, in full flesh after a meal, wine and love make possible their satiate long sleep. Amid talk of Beckett dying in his rocking chair, this boatman, whose mind you think diminished bhe sees what frightens all How his hair is growing thin. Cheeks hang. His life and work are not enough. He sees the cold, no alibi. Everybody knows. Faulkner frowns. None good. Down in ships. Vanity, said the man's son.

So if angels cannot be treated with the expectations of man then what can we expect of them/ The immediate point in the classes, which are remote to experience, divide them as Dr. Faustus, good and bad. But what is good and what is evil?

In III parts: Part II Continued here: http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/.

6. Sperm Light in Egypt

 It all starts from the noble cause of invitrio fertilization, to give children to infertile couples, through the children also come in handy for wars and experiments, bovine humans turned to lab animals and mocked. So many mockeries of the man and women occur in so little time  it is unbelieved. But then that is what Nietzsche's Zarathustra said was the problem with all cows, they have no memory so can be done over as often as you like. How else could the misinformants play their masque over and over to a believing audience, which of course they tend to to vax.  Likewise the tree of knowledge substituted for the tree of life to gain immortality from the demon names of the Lesser Keys of Solomon, substituted for the real Name the Cumaean sybil could not speak in Virgil's 4^th eclogue, instead announcing the eon of Osiris. I know that is a lot to take in. But it is no more Osiris than Apollo. Flourishes of many names come from such devotes whose children were fed to Moloch, as if anybody noticed. These names appear in the Lesser Key of Solomon as a hubris sink to find and speak the unknown unspeakable Name. This is the Name Above Every Name! This, the invitrio say, is hidden in the bottom of the last of nine vertical vaults buried  on top of top. Buñuel had these guys cryout Adonai! in his Exterminating Angel, but it did no good. Wrong name! even if Israel emerged from Babylon saying it. Those who escaped the dining room were caught in the Church when the angel came down. Naming lesser things goes only so far. Till it is no good at all. They wanted to know the Name Above All Names written in hearts of flesh and blood, the Name of the Bright Extensive Will. The Name excellent in all the earth. But they could not. They could not believe the Name those bodies bore, so they killed them. That was hubris. Of 300 or a thousand names they think worth knowing,  like Borges, the page burns just a little bit faster than can be read, as if  where they go looking for death each is summoned back. This  is the Orbis Tertius,  the Book of Imaginary Beings, which subterfuge confuses itself as takes in the utterances of geomancy, the Novus Ordo. Dead Osiris impersonates impregnating the Capitol Dome.

Therefore everything about the human from egg to sperm to embryo had to be discredited. They boast about their alien DNA, depend on Sitchin, but Wilcock says only 15 % are contaminated. Celebrate the reptile brain? The intercourse of steles, obelisks and domes in a mock imitation of the union of man and woman, but the obelisks aren't penises, they're symbolic rays of Satanic light cast in stone, with a DNA hieroglyph carved on the faces.

 This is the sperm light of Egypt, which initiation begins in the pledged DNA revivals of extinct mammoths, working toward the resurrection  of Ramses the Great and finally, it is said, the antimessiah: " the discovery of his hidden tomb and the revealing of his corpse as the great archaeological marvel from  the Great Pyramid of Egypt, long understood to be the Tomb of Osiris. After sounding of the fifth Trumpet, the Abyss will be opened and the body will come back to life" (Peter Goodgame on Nimrod) as an apotheosis.

 The question would be, if Solomon's Temple was destroyed because it was truth that lived a lie, what was done to the lie? The correspondences between the Novus Ordo in the American seal and Solomon in this giant complex of religious and political intrigue are both blinds. That is, religiously, the sons of god of Genesis 6 who start all this are not really after women, and politically, the magic rituals of  this disorder do not really come from Solomon. Even though the sons of god  saw that the daughters of men were beautiful their lust was not for their beauty, but for  bestial/human chimeric mutation to destroy all humanity. Neither do the Lesser Keys of Solomon design a political construct of any kind, but to erect a metaphysical architecture inhabited by nephilim devils.

None of the keys originate with Solomon. The sons of god, nephilim and giants, come into the discussion of Solomon's Temple in this wise, the lore of  giants and their cohabiting friends, whatever you call them, express the wisdom of Babylon before Solomon and before Babylon and after. The nephs were smart enough to leave predictions of their return as anunnaki, counterfeit creators, in the Sumerian tablets. The workings of the dimensions of the temple revived in all  subsequent builders of adytum, who want to build it in themselves and in the world, is foisted on Solomon with its thousand names among Rosicrucians, boeta, goetia of divinations and  schemes.


Building the Temple

These are biggie sized, not small. Solomon in all his glory is no plain dresser.  Like the prayer of a charismatic, it's a toss up in the prayer of Dedication of the Temple whether Solomon or God is more mentioned (II Chron. 6.10). Solomon "I's" himself 4 times. The furnishings are ornate enough and the Temple itself, for a place to sacrifice. Solomon says the heavens cannot contain Him (2.6). Excess, 22,000 cattle. But "were you not just doing it for yourselves" ("Ask all the people of the land and the priests, When you fasted and mourned in the fifth and seventh months for the past seventy years, was it really for me that you fasted? (Zech 7.5f).  120,000 sheep and goats, and since it is said He does not dwell in house made with hands, what is the meaning of Solomon's glory when as  "a wise son" (2 Chron. 2.12) he "made silver and gold as common in Jerusalem as stones" (1.15). "A temple for the Name of the Lord and a royal palace for himself" (2.1). These are not symbolic but actual. The charismatics again, who boast, if you build God's house he will build yours, cover up their pyramid schemes. The principle is that one sacrifice will not do if there can be many, and it is built of the labor of aliens (2.17). Whether God would dwell " in a dark cloud" or in the place of Solomon's desiring "forever" (6.2), the politics was not sustained. What was put down "with his hands" "was "promised with his mouth" (6.4).  Humanized as Solomon's hands, in this political moment Solomon kneels  on the platform, spreads his hands and invokes the conditions of the foundation promise, of "sons careful in all they do to walk" (6.16).  In the very next breath he begins what he later completes in his 1000 wives; he disqualifies himself. He says doubtfully, "will God really dwell on earth with men" (6.18)? As though addressed to the audience he commands seven acts of mercy, a formality, with the invites, "come to your resting place" (6.41). When they see the fire come down to consume the sacrifice and the glory (cloud, smoke) they chant as they had. (5.13).

Gold and Baboons

Yahweh confirms the day but with the greater promise to “uproot Israel” “if you turn away” (7.20,19). This took twenty years (8.1).

Did Solomon imbibe a lust from his conception as the son of David and Bathsheba, that contributed to his uprooting?
When the Queen of Sheba came to “test him with hard questions” (9.1) and he answered them all, doesn't it prove how corrupt a man can be and very wise at the same time?

This is shown also in  his trading ships that every three years brought in “gold and baboons” (9.21). I kid you not. The story is complete. At the fall of Jerusalem, Nebuchadnezzar  "carried to Babylon all the articles from the temple of God, both large and small. He set fire to God's temple and broke down the wall.  This is what Cyrus, king of Persia said:
The LORD, the God of heaven, has given me all the kingdoms of the earth and he has appointed me to build a temple for him at Jerusalem in Judah. Anyone of his people among you--may the LORD his God be with him, let him go up." (2 Ch 36.23). So Then, after Solomon, Cyrus builds the temple.

Endnote: 

The so called animus of Milton against Eve first occurs in the Greeks:

"Since man had access to fire, Zeus devised woman as a general punishment, in trade. Hephaistos and Athena built woman with exquisite detail, and she was considered beautiful by all men and gods. (It is generally agreed in academic translations that this woman was Pandora.) Hesiod writes that, despite her beauty, woman is a bane for mankind, attributing women with laziness and a waste of resources. Hesiod notes that Zeus' curse, womankind, can only bring man suffering, whether by taking a woman as his wife, or by trying to avoid marriage" (Hesiod, Theogony, Wikapedia).

This is far worse than Milton and is pure slander which begs to be taken as the speaker's assessment and condemnation of himself. Guten noir.  Similar animus against woman appears in the Book of Enoch (interpreted) and in the Book of Noah and Genesis Apocryphon.

The Sons of Jared, a putative org to battle the Watcher-nephilim and descendants of the Watchers, are alleged, as notorious Pharaohs, Kings and Dictators, throughout history have dominated mankind. 

 S. H. Hooke, for instance, in his book Middle Eastern Mythology, accepts that:

Behind the brief and probably intentionally obscure reference in (Genesis) 6:I-4 there lies a more widely known myth of a race of semi-divine beings who rebelled against the gods and were cast down into the underworld ... The fragment of the myth here preserved by the Yahwist was originally an aetiological myth explaining the belief in the existence of a vanished race of giants ... Myths and Legends of Giants

Now go to The Stars as Gods

Demolitions and Annihilation

Angel anthropology seems a misnomer, but angels have more to do with men. Robert Bly is another spokesman for the world upside down, along with Hesiod, who when he translates makes everything over into himself, mujaheddin in his garage become him, the icy fields are in his blood, not contradicted by an elaborate system that requires a Babylonian Talmud: “People say that even in the highest heaven / If you managed to keep your ears open /You would hear angels weeping night and day.” This is hearsay unequal to the fact that he has never been there and that angels praise night and day. He and I and you do the weeping. This is what passes among the brilliant nephilim who think to rule the human mind through their surrogates, the great ones, the men of renown, like Bly, etc.

Bly who are full of excuses for their failures as men:

 "When something goes wrong in a marriage, and it all comes to grief, it’s our habit to think, It’s my fault. But from the point of view of an older culture, each of us has had many past lives, and the suffering that you and your spouse just went through is not coming from your connection to each other.It’s coming from those past lives the albatross began flying a thousand years ago. The wife or husband who landed at the altar with you began flying a thousand years ago."

Kay Ryan http://www.charlierose.com/view/interview/9342

Doris Lessing http://www.pbs.org/moyers/journal/archives/lessingnow.html

Robert Bly http://www.pbs.org/moyers/journal/08312007/profile.html

W. S Merwin http://www.pbs.org/moyers/journal/06262009/profile.html

Louise Erdich http://www.pbs.org/moyers/journal/04092010/profile.html