Soul Spinning

Vats

I found myself wandering the basement of basements in the Parkersburg, Lewiston and Meadville American Viscose plants, large vats of raw viscose  waiting to be spun up to make the nitro-cellulous and saponified. thread.

 It was cool and dark in this underground underpass, the first word I spoke in first grade. There was never anybody there. Then, where the world went wrong and could not be set right, we found ourselves like birds before a storm in an age that lost its history and fell into bondage of the masses. The only reality the individual could reclaim was himself, a last basis on which reality could appear. Existence is above all else a personal reality in trials. As faith that had no future, for its past was destroyed, honesty was left as the only indispensable condition that the world might be true. That God revealed himself in a convicted criminal in this world of poverty, in lowliness, and complete renunciation, in the most absolute dissimilarity from nobility, contradicting kings and queens and all fallen angel powers, through a complete reversal in consciousness, the individual after the second birth sees that preceding life was not  properly existence at all. Complete surrender of understanding against reason, this Appearance reveals its humiliation! Faith outside and opposed to human truth, which is merely world culture created by nephilim to celebrate themselves and subvert,. We are not asleep within to be reawakened, we are dead and needed to be deceived anew in an age when literal reality was rejected. Generations of teachers have taken up this counterfeit reality with its outlandish promises of wisdom, immortality and gold all to merchandise the soul, and by corporate science in labs, re-baptized you know. Evil had stopped being absurd, scandalous and  beyond reason.

 Bless thou the LORD oh my soul and all that is within me bless his holy name. This is the place before you go and after the escape. No need press faces against windows, on panes. Your reflection is in other faces that pass, carrying what they can into the beyond. He actually carries John Gower's Voice of One Crying, as if description warms the difference between the smells and sounds of the crowds shuffling. Is he alone as the ear that hears, no passengers or refugees yet, before the fact, if you like to put it so? If you don't know what this means it explains his pocket Gower, filled with apprehension I shall sing of true dreams whose import disturbs the depths of my heart. May he whom the Isle of Patmos received in Apocalypse, and whose name I bear, guide this work. So tell o muse, unstaunched in the solitude, unstaunched and luminous, what has been promised these thousands of years, return of world without end, with end, not told from above but from a stand in the eyes and hands and a beating heart, entertainment for Father and Son, and the sons, that root in the home that melts in compassion for their state. Blessed is the man with four letters, aleph, lamed...Eliyahu had no desk except the count books, books and plants to grow monarchs from chrysalis, check the progress of the sycamore for carpenter bees, black buzzers that inhabit the cracks, where tortoise and Gambel quail take refuge.The vats were huge, thirty, forty feet tall remembrances of eternity in time. Attracted by the stillness, implicit being and power, they meant instruction and the compulsion of patterns mediated through time, held open by belief. Sheets of purified cellulose steeped in caustic soda, dried, shredded into crumbs, aged in metal containers. What's going on in and around the vats in me as it is among the sons of God whose election was before, but unknown. Poetic repetition seeks the mediated vision of the fathers, the recovery of origins before, as though prior instruction.The closer he gets, the further he is away it seems, but then also, the further he has come.

Viscose fibers are manufactured to create the illusion of the world. As he stands beside the tanks there is nothing but being, Dinglichkeit, thingness, materiality alone, which is a magnificent state, but without cognition. But the vats are metaphors of the stuff that makes the world, the explosive gasoline of the world fiber that is made to burn. Ezekiel says after they gave their jewels, their gold and silver and made them into images of men, sacrificed their oil and flour and honey, crowns, earrings, their incense to it, they gave their children and burned them in oblation to the gods. The vats are metaphors of the stuff that makes the world, but the world is false, it is a synthetic not a natural, which is what the man wears who leads into and sees all these things, dressed in pure linen.

 I am your sign, so that as I have done so shall it be done to all. But there are wheels within wheels. Kierkegaard asked for one favor from the gods, chose for himself laughter and they all began to laugh. That's his telling. The essential thing posits an opposition between inner and outer that makes its representation impossible when the effect of every vision is evident, full of eyes round about. To have laughter on one's side for this Elijah, native to the setting, was either all joke, humor of high and middle kinds, or elección. Yet shall he not see it. We won't know until the vote is in. To laugh seems hard wired on the foreheads of men that sigh and cry, as if they looked through a hole in the wall. Never say truth without a caveat, not Orphic ambiguity, but tease truth a season. The spirit rats will have a hard time getting their tails out of that.  What rats? For I know the things that come into your mind, every one of them. Call it humor because the first thing I read in Either/Or at the end of my own diaspora, when I picked it up again after 40 years, was Kierkegaard's paragraph at end of the Diapsalmata about his audience with the gods in the seventh heaven. Never start at the beginning, just open at random and begin. Prepare stuff for removing. Dig through the wall. If you want in on it just laugh along.


Of course I had been jacked out of that Foundry life of oil rigs and fires and train wrecks among the strip mined hills and all its social situations they might imply from the age of five, into an all new circumstance where this Elijah and ground of being plopped right atop and sank to the marrow. It had come right down out the sky and settled on my shoulders before, that I did not ever want to kill. That vision was the first in the outer world. I did not open my eyes to others. I saved opening, or was saved until the moment prepared to receive him, for Jesus, the Blessed, the only eternal man. People shake heads at the idea of the only true man. They have not felt it. Evangelicals worry they will not be taken. The fear of not being taken could not compete with the real horrors I knew before 16 On the Way Out of Sheol. It's a question of magnitude. What do I care about Rapture when carnivals, bordellos, bars, seductions, fights, appalling challenges, and huge literal giants wanted me?  It was said they didn't like the way I walked. You don't think children are going such places. You don't think the underbelly is hid everywhere in the societal middle class fat, that these lurk in your neighbor, leaders, institutions.

My first specific job after the white light was a white collar job at Merrill Lynch when all transactions were posted by hand, if you can believe it. That fellow was happily monitored by superiors in the "cage" so did not ruin too many trades with his bookkeeping. The chief memory of that is coming to work in downtown Philadelphia before eight in the morning, up the train station steps with the commuters and wandering at lunch around bookstores off Market and Chestnut streets handling versions of Kierkegaard, what else, continuing to puzzle whatever it is that puzzled them.

In the second so-called white collar job,

I found myself at all hours wandering through these plants on no particular assignment, as if it were a cave. I would get caught up in the spinning rooms, large warehouse sized rooms filled with rows and rows of spinners that spun the rayon out of sulphuric acid baths to the clack, clack, clacking sound of the spinners, the smell of the acid and an acid mist that hung over it all. The viscose solution forced through a spinnerets from a scaled-up version of a butter churn turns them into strings of fibers. The acid coagulates and solidifies the filaments, called regenerated cellulose filaments. They called it jet spun, emitting zinc and hydrogen sulfide.The filaments are passed through rollers and wound on spools, washed, bleached, rinsed, dried, and wound again. This acetate was pretty far from dipping a needle in a viscous solution of mulberry pulp and gummy rubber, as it all began. The early product called Chardonnay would burn like gasoline.

When you get to the spinning rooms, as the correspondence goes, all kinds of formats and forms appear. Whether you should believe rayon that goes up in flames or not, I take it as an species of Christian atheism, the kind so called that declaims that all the gods are frauds. Name a god and it is a fraud, but there is therefore only one, known as Yahweh, Yah Yahweh, and all the rest are presumptive idols, admittedly of much attraction if they could get men to kill their children in front of them and debase themselves in sheer materiality of being only. The Christian atheist would speak like Abraham, Daniel, Job, Noah, you know the list goes on, Ezekiel, Jeremiah, Elijah, and overthrow these impostors. I suppose that's not a synthetic fiber at all, but pure linen.

Rayon from Cellulose means wood fiber of course,  wood chips, spruce or pine, bleached with sodium hypochloride (NaOCl) to remove color, soaked in 18% caustic soda for 1 to 2 hours producing sheets of alkali cellulose broken up into crumbs aged for some days, changed into cellulose xanthate by addition of liquid carbon disulfide, then dissolved in a weak solution of caustic soda and made into honey-like viscose. This is then pumped through spinnerets into a bath of sulfuric acid that "regenerates" the cellulose fiber. It is called viscose to describe the liquid state of the spinning solution. As a regeneration of wood it is a perfect metaphor for the spinning of souls. In Pot Spinning, after the acid bath the filaments are stretched on a series of offsetting rollers called godet wheels. This stretching reduces the diameter of the filaments and makes them uniform in size, and gives the filaments strength. The filaments  then go into a rapidly spinning cylinder called a Topham Box, resulting in cake-like strings that stick to the sides of the Topham Box. The strings are then washed, bleached, rinsed, dried, and wound in spools.In these trips to these plants we, meaning myself, and two or three full time auditors, would stay at hotels in the area. I remember sitting in the bars of these places with coffee, writing whatever it is I tried to write then, something of the alienation of life, the longing for intimacy, anything but to sit cooped up in a room.

The experiences in four American Viscose plants in 1962 stands behind much of my concept of the making, the spinning, the incarnation of word souls. I audited plants in Parkersburg, Lewiston, Meadville and Marcus Hook, a very odd thing, for This has to be how the souls were spun in brave new world I thought before I reread it, but it certainly was the notion behind Transporten Norton. It was humbling too, for the previous years I had worked in factories as a worker and been treated with no respect, but here I had a tie and part of the job was auditing the work force, so at one point I was handing out checks to employees to see if they were real people. All these men came with their wizened faces and dirty overalls calling me sir. It was as disturbing as when the next year I found myself in San Jose and was called Don Andres. For that event  go to Sky Shadows for the pics and follow the link at the top for the article.

See Viscose Rayon.
Pics from Plastics Historical Society, The Manufacturing Process for Viscose Rayon
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Individuals yes, associated with human heroes, not divine, as the Greeks, but Noah, Daniel and Job, and all the major English writers Herbert, Hopkins, Donne, had a history not only in my family but as individuals who stand against the civilizations of the world. That question in Philosophical Fragments (1844) asks whether an historical point of departure is possible for an eternal consciousness. The longer one lives the more history grows wide, but the eternal stays the same. And here I make my confession, remembered inaccurately as the elder serve the younger, but apropos of all of Kierkegaard's pseudonymous text, words spoken as ventriloquists, psychological experiments made with the consciousness of pseudonymity or polynymity, in which the written is surely mine but only to the extent that I have put into the mouth the words of the individual who produced him, this autobiograph, first person third person, came to look at Kierkegaard as an attempt to refute him. At the time, if correct, this predated all the basement readings of Postscript. Alex O. served on the board of Kings College, undergoing a challenge to its rules by the neo-orths, which heresy, was attributed to K. I volunteered to examine this, and saw the great leap, the father's yelp and on and presented notes for that next board meeting to refute the K! But the only refutation of Kierkegaard is himself, a constant, which might be said of them all, for he had many psuedonyms. You could say he was a polymath of pseudonymity, fueling his energy with the sublimate created with his notions of love that made him deny love to fulfill it, turn a woman into a concept of the highest denigration possible, for a a woman is to be loved above all else. He's not alone in this, Mackey cites Wilde that "there is only one real tragedy in a woman's life, The fact that her past is always her lover, and her future invariably her husband." This from one who was the opposite of a lover of his wife. I considered this all part of K's fraud and dishonest. Since when does a fraud fuel an artist's work? These two, love and honesty about which he wrote the most, he lives the least. Bly! The Shadow! Because Regina couldn't undertake doubt he must spin himself a seduction. Kafka used to weekly visit courtesans in Prague in his youth. You think this has anything to do with his inability to marry? Artificial silk resists moisture and can be dyed the most garish colors.

A chow-chow is my analyst

In her first therapy of the sou Freud's chow-chow saw through the surface, not that one face lay inside the other, but a special eye saw beneath, and cared. The chow nature like the cat can see, and care. Any inquiry into the cause of sorrow however will be met with antagonism, a bite to cover the pain, and thereafter seeking to remember, it will test witnesses, interrogate a hundred souls. The outer expression of sorrow removed, the inner detected by looking through the facade remains, but there is nothing of the present in the past, "not joy," says K, "for that is always present" and earth.
How could it not be, for joy fills sky.  "So individuals with exteriors as firm as a rock have safeguarded an eternally hidden life of sorrow," * sorrows spun in many men's asexual lives tainted against the women who made them: Kierkegaard made a fetish of seduction,  Freud  stopped marital relations in 1895, Ruskin fled the sight of his wife on their wedding night. Just to prove that  modern extremes have precedent, millions of men have been poisoned by synthetic testosterone and growth hormones in meat and milk.  Why is the entrance to life so shunned and what has this to do with the tripppling of the world in a lifetime? As if they did not want to  be born, and sought to demote themselves, their mothers, wives and all women pushed into mythic degradation? The inner is visible from the outside if seen. Only the most careful observer can expect to reveal reflective sorrow.

* Adapted from Shadowgraphs. Either/Or, Kierkagaard, tr. Hannay, 175.

John Gower

I try to understand. The wheels have left the ground. When the car speeds down fast enough it will plane out into air because a cross road cut into the side of the hill serves as a launching pad and the light is green.   Conshohocken in Bala Cynwyd is that way down to Levering Mill Circle. Not quite while the car was in the air that May, though it might have been, she wanted to know my middle name. It's Elijah! I said. Don't ask a 17 year old such questions. She was getting "to know" me, but what does it matter in the end? I was within bare weeks, unbeknownst, of being struck, lit up for all the world to see, lightning transformed, changed. You see what a  job I have made it, but now to look on the inside what used to appear without, and look on the outside and see what I used to seem within goes along with Elijah's meaning, El is Yah, versus its opposite in Joel that means Yah is El.

Yes, I am trying to deceive you into being a Christian when you cannot be and God appeared to the world in the person of Jesus the Messiah in opposition to all human truth. How can I deceive you? I was overtaken, snuck up on, but far from resisting the best of the best. Later I resisted, taken upon the way, but the diaspora was incomplete, interrupted, rescued from al Qaeda. The most interesting thing is how the memory plunges into change, not just remembering the times or results but the actual events. I plunge everything experienced into the eternity of remembrance, everything finite and contingent is forgotten and erased. The short of it is that at 17, going down that hill, shortly after, I embraced the thing Kierkegaard desired the most, the thing Kafka read K to find out, and what Borges found at the end, in Geneva, the transparent ground of being promised in the True Light, that lights everyone who comes into the world. I finally found it out to say, riveted there, as my eyes watched the high heels of women on the streets flap up and down as they walked, hips and booty swinging, bare arms reflecting the neon signs in the smell of buses idling their diesel engines.

You can say, it gave a point of view, transported to the first heaven, Chestnut St. No gods but buses and trains sat in this assembly. And then I went to second heaven, the Tesla library basement, with its complete collection of all Kierkegaard in all languages and editions where I wandered continually those years as if it were a supermarket of goods arrayed to draw further to where the really big money spends. Returning, it was as pleasant to stand in the silence with Concluding Unscientific Postscript as it was beside the vats, leaning against the stacks, understanding nothing. Neither was I accorded the favor of a wish, as Kierkegaard in Either/Or, but a series of circumstances like riding the rapids of a river from which you cannot or would not extricate yourself is enjoyable as designated. I only had to choose one thing as the currents swirled and I was jacked out of one life into another, which beginning came in response to that question, a mutual attraction. I knelt before the Blessed One. This is not theory. Forces unmask themselves to children, and the children keep silent. If they speak it is doubted. Who's going to believe a child against a priest, adult, a cop? Children hold the notion they are powerful anyway. Amnesia sets in and endorphins kick, and one goes on, right? "Because, because." Woody Guthrie. Here's A Sense of Reality. So with this wind at my back it was pure salvation to embrace the Blessed One, which brought a change of nature and all intellect and higher training that emerged. I'd hate to have to pay for it, the literal exchange of natures  before the beginning, a shadow of what preoccupied after. Maybe from reading the books of the martyrs and the New Testament where the only outcome is death by a hundred means as Hebrews 11. Let me never, never, outlive my love to thee, says the Sacred Head. Saved From the End of the World, it doesn't do justice to a 17 year old to tell him he's part of the old dying god syndrome and that Osiris started it. Counterfeits. There is only One true. Sure my Mennonite background could be called to account, but before, it was the fear, betrayals, and angers of demons against children that made me run to the Word that never stops flowing, to as many as received him--to them gave he the power. Now the world is afraid of the child.

O wheel roll on was a plea from a loved one who had a 70% blockage of the left ventral heart artery, who asked whether he should have a stent installed. How should I know? I meditated that and sought counsel from the True Light. Was sitting in the hot tub some days later where I train, oblivious, when a swim teacher came over and ensued discussing what happened to Ginger to the one other person in the tub -- I like to be there when it's empty so had waited till just one remained. This resulted in her delivering sotto voce, as though by script, that Ginger had had a stent put in, but didn't need it, and she should have gotten a second opinion! Which is exactly what transpired. I take it as a big joke that this Intelligence sees fit to communicate with me this way, with a dumb show, not to speak of all the precognitions received, therefore known before. Take the examples at Today If You Would Hear and laugh! And there is of course the glasses!

Whatever arguments about properties in review, genre shrinking, Buckminster Fuller’s idea of miracles, mine, belief in God, pattern matching, what prayer might do, what is remembered, what forgotten, the glasses were in two pieces, the whole beach wiped out by the waves. Just one side of a buried lens caught the sun and flashed in my eye. Our daughter couldn’t see anything without them. Then after a while one of the kids found the rest of the frame and the other lens buried some distance off. Prayer enabled a belief that they could be found, which seemed impossible, so we looked. So prayer enables you to look for the impossible, and faith is the will to believe the glasses can be found? To prove their finding not a probability, but a certainty caused by prayer, not based on selecting cases to prove the point, seems like that would require proving prayer changes the probability of events. Would such a successful experiment convince a skeptic that prayer is real and it works, that prayer is larger than probability?

 I am wearing a heavy shirt, a large eagle lands on my shoulder. A smaller female lands in my lap. A profusion of eagles found the carcass gathering. A baby eaglet snuggled into my fur as if to the manner born, the mother preening it the while, the father perched with claws next to my neck, a look out, as we four sit to begin our wait. Each person, a fact unwritten, burns in cognition before the text, warning, as if those as St John, heard a cappella, Kyrie Elieson under the casement, emaciates come to call, each point of light swimming underwater with a blessing.

This Post scientific postscript is Post scientific since science became science fiction, what with artificial intelligence and singularity etc, which entry see here, but take this as Kierkegaard's correction of the human, now lost to artifice and manufactured souls that Blake predicted, the crux of the superman:

"Could you wish that that beautiful law which for thousands of years has borne the human race and every generation of the race through life, that beautiful law, more glorious than that which keeps the stars in their courses across the vault of heaven, could you wish that law breached--more dreadful than if the law of Nature lost its force and everything was dissolved in terrible chaos?"  

Either/Or, end of The Edifying.

Some shock to think the process of birth is tampered with, population of the world tripled since 1927.  Obesity rates tripled. Taken for granted, honed with platitudes, we need not ask as if it were a puppy mill. Just because life goes on as we know it does not mean we know it. Between ourselves and consciousness and the world, what is it? You are going  to hear these trippplings concurrent with broadcast waves.

Of what use is any breeding in a belief system where the individual must rediscover the premises of life and commit to them alone, apart from history, society, even family? There are blessings that accrue to the child of a family of faith, but they do not substitute for faith. Baptism does not save nor any outer act, even money. That is the bane and blessing of all lines. Most of the descendants of David in the royal line betrayed the premises in which his people flourished. So among the chosen and the exception occurs the greatest betrayal.

First off we have been born. The immediate memories of the mother are passed on to the  child. That begins our life and before that there was nothing known, but as the child grows its nature begins to assert itself and the memories of the mother are its first conditioning. You can know this yourself from your own mother and from her mother, and from your grandmother. All others are second hand. The memories you know are felt not remembered. Those transmitted become part of the fabric of the mind more than air and sun.

After the mother, the child is surrounded by a dark not understood. Childhood prayers mediate the dark, but the child also knows more sight and sound than the calloused grown self. We wrestle with or are blessed with these memories all our lives. As a people, as a world this is given and only much later are we aware of anything else. You cannot know the nature of the individual child any more than you can know your own, so don't think you can. It is revealed by time and acts, but still is not known. It can go a lot of different ways no matter what we intend as parents or children. It's not about value formation as they like to say either. It's about inner change.

The reason we live in cities and not towns isn't because of the libraries, but because nobody knows us and we want it that way. The whole structure of town, lifelong with people we grew up with we avoid. We are all in flight from them, emigres to the unknown, into anonymity if not pseudonymity. But if we did so live our memories are full of the towns, bully. Going back to a small town is like returning to a war, all ptsd, people who compromised the soul. See Nebraska.

Unhinged Berenini, Lucifer, the False Door

 Along with magnificenza, meraviglia, stupore, and inganno (deception), one of the most beloved words of the Baroque. (161) Teresa’s was transverberation.

“In honor of Pope Innocents’s new fountain, Kircher published in 1650 his Obeliscus Pamphilius (the Pamphilj obelisk), …revealing Egyptian  supposed theological secrets. Centerpiece of the Fountain of the Foru Rivers (Bernini) is an ancient obelisk covered with heroglyphs. “Eqyptians believed that a kind of cosmic, divine sperm—what Kircher called “a certain universal seminal power”—continually rained down on the earth, traveling on the rays of the sun. As icons of solar rays, boelisks, including Piazza Navona attracteded this life giving “solar spermatic power’ to the planet….we might tend to read the shape as phallic, but the Egyptians inteed it to repreent a ray of the sun. 

 

The False Door of the Tomb of Alexander VII by Bernini.

Bernini was not always pleased with facing the task of working around a door. So instead, he incorporated it into the composition. [i][3] It has come to represent the false door, a passageway to the afterlife or another realm, a symbol of such thoughts breaking from tomb design tradition, Bernini hides the sarcophagus from the monument. The door functions as the sarcophagus, as the visible symbol of Alexander’s departure from this life. To this day, the door is functional. It is currently used as the entrance and exit door for diplomats and wheelchair-bound visitors to St. Peter’s (fig. 20).[ii][iv]

 

Many bodacious exemplars of Lucifer with those that appear here under the altar. The message there is a caution. The notions of hierarchy cast angels as light. Occult forces administer these when they think of Earth as their planet. Take the initial descriptions of AB abstracted here of a being so spiritual it could only inhabit its body as an etheric light, a planetary logos, freely appropriating for itself all the legitimate terminology of Hebrew and Christian scriptures that seeks to supplant the true One. These occult angels of the burning lake are well described by Milton in I of Paradise Lost in the raising of the city of Pandemonium, but Hierarchy casts this as its wisdom light, which by the way is for sale, which ought to tell everyone what it is. There you can be sold the notion that individual-suspended ego men can ascend to take the heaven.

 

 If it is allowed that Satan is the unhinged Lucifer, the crispy one who causes David to number the people and costs 70,000 lives, who cunningly suggests through Balaam to Barak how to dissolve the Hebrew people, then when Jesus says, "get behind me Satan" to Peter, there is more to parasitic telepathy than has been realized. Jesus says continually to demons, as does Paul, that they are not to speak. David says the enemy and avenger shall be stilled.

These are messages that the Ninth of Av might explore in the Memoir of Angels of the false Zion online at cost.

  

 So instead, he incorporated it into the composition.  It has come to represent the false door, a passageway to the afterlife or another realm, a symbol of such thoughts since

Breaking from tomb design tradition, Bernini hides the sarcophagus from the monument.  The door functions as the sarcophagus, as the visible symbol of Alexander’s departure from this life.  To this day, the door is functional.  It is currently used as the entrance and exit door for diplomats and wheelchair-bound visitors to St. Peter’s (fig. 20).[ii][iv]

Furthermore, the skeletal Death in this composition, with the hourglass in hand and face hidden in the folds of Sicilian jasper, plays the part of Time defeated by Truth.[iii]

the tomb was also designed to fit snugly over a pre-existing door pays tribute to the designing genius of Bernini.

great care was taken in designing and constructing the marble drapery which would envelop no less than three of the statues and the top surface of the plinth. The shape of the drapery was first created in travertine by Morelli and later passed on to the stonemason Gabriele Renzi, who in turn constructed the plinth of the monument based off of the shape of the Sicilian Jasper drapery.

A bronze gilded skeleton is centered in the foreground as well, but placed closer to the ground than the virtues Charity and Truth. A carved drapery of Sicilian Jasper envelops the skeleton and the four virtues.

A great cloak, carved by Domenico Bassadoma, covers the Pope's shoulders. Bassadoma had exploited the natural veining of the marble to spectacularly render the streaks of cloth, imbuing the sculpture an aura of majesty.

Bernini's addition of a bronze skeleton to the Pope's tomb is not as surprising during his time as it would be today, for skeletons were commonly added to funeral monuments. Usually, they were not depictions of Death, but rather the skeletal version of the deceased.

Alexander VII's keen self-awareness that someday he would die most likely inspired Bernini to incorporate the skeleton of Death brandishing an ominous clepsydra (hourglass with wasp-waisted reversible glass with two bulbs containing sand to be used as a timer) onto his patron's monument. The skeleton itself was different from the norm, for Bernini was the first to use three-dimensional skeletons. This idea may have originated from a unforgettable mass conducted in 1639 at Il Gesu, a Jesuit church Bernini attended during much of his adult life. In this particular service, the Jesuit fathers displayed mechanized skeletons wielding swords and wearing crowns to symbolize Death's dominance over the present world. These skeletons from that memorable mass must have left quite the impression in Bernini's mind for the winged skeleton of Alexander VII's tomb emerges from the symbolic tomb in a three-dimensional manner, true to Bernini's Baroque fashion of art.

The lack of edged corners in the niche, as well as its domed ceiling, were taken advantage of as the Sicilian Jasper drapery was designed to feel as though it were flowing out of the corner into the room, carrying the four virtues with it. In addition, the top of the door in the niche is to some extent concealed by the carved drapery, adding an element of intrigue to the masterpiece. The skeleton of Death wielding the Sands of Time is placed directly in front of the door; taller individuals who pass through the door must duck in order to avoid bumping into the lower appendages of the skeleton. In essence, Bernini transformed an egress of St. Peter's from a door leading inconveniently located under the Tomb of Alexander VII to into a door symbolically leading to Eternity. Art history presentation archive

It is almost as though as the camera pans toward the image where the head should be were it not covered by the jasper. You can see the figure holding its left hand against the side of its head, tilted slightly toward the hourglass and or as if a mask at 5.36. a gargoyle, were suggested in its hand that disappears here starts at 5.20 Rise of the Religion

Courtesy Cesare Rozzisi

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--The best idea Satan ever had was to inspirit the mind to misconstrue. John Lash thinks he is onto something when he says the name Lucifer only occurs once in the Bible, in Isaiah, and that it doesn't appear in Revelation, which means.... They should not allow Satan near the mind. It is so easily deceived.

Bernini, Tomb of Alexander VII, The False Door. Bernini was not always pleased with facing the task of working around a door.[i][3]  So instead, he incorporated it into the composition.  It has come to represent the false door, a passageway to the afterlife or another realm, a symbol of such thoughts since breaking from tomb design tradition, Bernini hides the sarcophagus from the monument.  The door functions as the sarcophagus, as the visible symbol of Alexander’s departure from this life.  To this day, the door is functional.  It is currently used as the entrance and exit door for diplomats and wheelchair-bound visitors to St. Peter’s (fig. 20).[ii][iv]

Many bodacious exemplars of Lucifer occur in the notions of hierarchy cast as angels of light. Occult forces administer these when they think of Earth as their planet. Take the initial descriptions of AB abstracted here of a being so spiritual it could only inhabit its body as an etheric light, a planetary logos, freely appropriating for itself all the legitimate terminology of Hebrew and Christian scriptures. It seeks to supplant the true One. These occult angels of the burning lake are well described by Milton in I of Paradise Lost in the raising of the city of Pandemonium. But the Hierarchy casts this as its wisdom light, which by the way is for sale, which ought to tell everyone what it is. There you can be sold the notion that individual-suspended ego men can ascend to take the heaven.

 If it is allowed that Satan is the unhinged Lucifer, the crispy one who causes David to number the people and costs 70,000 lives, who cunningly suggests through Balaam to Barak how to dissolve the Hebrew people, then when Jesus says, "get behind me Satan" to Peter, there is more to parasitic telepathy than has been realized. Jesus says continually to demons, as does Paul, that they are not to speak. David says the enemy and avenger shall be stilled.

 "R. Simeon continued: 'It is now fitting to reveal mysteries connected with that which is above and that which is below. Why is it written here, "Come (bo) unto Pharaoh"? Ought it not rather to have said "go" (lekh)? It is to indicate that the Holy One, blessed be He, guided Moses through a labyrinth right into the abode of a certain supernal mighty dragon -- that is to say, Egypt's celestial representative -- from whom many lesser dragons emanate. Moses was afraid to approach him, because his roots are in supernal regions, and he only approached his subsidiary streams. When the Holy One saw that Moses feared the dragon, and that none of the supernal messengers was able to overcome him, He proclaimed: "Behold, I am against thee, Pharaoh king of Egypt, the great dragon (tanim) that lieth in the midst of his rivers, which hath said: My river is my own, and I have made it for myself" (Ezek. XXIX, 3). Yea, truly, the Lord Himself had to war against this dragon, and no lesser being. This is the mystery of the "great dragon" for those who are familiar with the esoteric lore.' Said R. Simeon further: 'It is written: "And God created the great dragons (taninim) and every living creature that moveth, which the waters brought forth abundantly, after their kind" (Gen. I, 21). This verse', he said, 'we have already discussed, but the words "He created the great dragons" contain a yet more special and particular mystery: they refer [34b] to the Leviathan and his mate, which last was slain and is preserved by the Holy One for the regaling of the righteous (in the days of the Messiah). The great dragon reposes between nine rivers, the waters of which are turbulent; and there is a tenth river whose waters are calm, and into the depth of which the blessings of the waters of Paradise descend three times a year. Into this river the dragon enters, making there his habitation; and thence he sallies forth and swims down to the sea, and devours there fish of all kinds, and then returns again to the river. The nine swift rivers are banked by trees and fringed with flowers. The parent river issued from the Left Side and from it three drops fell into a certain channel, and each of the three was divided again into three, and every drop became a river. These are the nine rivers which flow through all the firmaments. And from the final moisture that remained when all the drops had issued forth yet another drop was formed, which issued gently, and of this drop was formed that tenth river, which flows calmly. Into this river also flows a drop from the blessings poured forth from the Right side by the "perennially flowing stream", and it is greater than all the rest. When the four rivers which flow out of the Garden of Eden divide, the one called Pison flows into and is fused with the calm tenth river of which we have spoken. Out of the calm river, thus augmented, are fed and filled all the other rivers; in each of which a dragon dwells, so that the number of the dragons is nine. And each of these nine has a hole in his head, and the great dragon as well, because each of them emits breath upwards and not downwards. It is written: "In the beginning God created ..." and also "And God created the great dragons". This indicates that all the ten acts of Creation had their counterpart in these ten rivers, on each of which one of the dragons breathes heavily. Now, that great dragon, when he raises his fins, heaves up the waters around him, and all the earth is shaken and all the lesser dragons, and this takes place every seventy years.' Said R. Simeon: 'Verily, though the members of the Fellowship are students of the story of Creation, having knowledge of its wonders and perception of the paths of the Holy One, blessed be He, yet even among them there are few who know how to interpret it in connection with the mystery of the great dragon.' [1] [35b]"
http://www.american-buddha.com/cult.zoharsoncino.3.bo.htm

Hence we realize what a great promise it is that "He has put all things under his feet...the fowl of the air and the fish of the sea, and whatsoever passes in the paths of the sea!


Bernini. The False Door

Veining of the marble. Death is being crushed by the canopy of red jasper in the tomb of Alexander vii chigi

http://www.flickriver.com/photos/24364447@N05/6230805180/#large

door below symbolizes the Gate of Death, above which a skeleton lifts a fold of red marble drapery and holds an hourglass

here

3. No longer any sea: Beast Rising

Aral Sea, 4th largest lake, Aug  '14: gone.

And there was no longer any sea. Rev 21.1
Fifty States of Leviathan
The opposition against the sea, war on the sea, things that come out of the sea, the taming of the sea are bigger than singularity.

Images of Dagon, the fish god:
CTHULHU
RISING FROM THE SEA
LYING UNDER THE WAVES
The demonic is foisted upon the creation, upon fish and fowl, but these images do not come even from  the weird tales, so called, not even from Breughel, for the Fall of the Rebel Angels takes from Revelation  12.2-9 (detail here).

  Psalm 74 says, "you broke the heads of the dragons in the waters, you crushed the heads of leviathan." Behemoth from land, Leviathan from the sea. Egypt is like a dragon in the sea, Egyptians and Babylonians together, Pharaoh king of Egypt, great dragon Ez 29.3-5, "on that day Yahweh with His sore and great and strong sword shall punish leviathan, the piercing serpent, even leviathan that crooked serpent, and He shall slay the dragon that is in the sea." Isaiah 27.1.

We should not fail to mention the end of Psalm 8, he gave him to have dominion over...whatsoever passes in the paths of the sea.

 "He that cut down Rahab and wounded the dragon. Art thou not He which has dried the sea, the waters of the great deep, that made the depths of the sea a way for the ransomed to pass over. Isaiah 51. 9,10

Detail of Bruegel’s painting The Fall of the Rebel Angels:

“Pieter Bruegel the Elder’s painting The Fall of the Rebel Angels shows us there really is a force to subtraction: you subtract from an angel until you end up with a demon. If you download an image of the painting onto your computer, or better yet see it hanging in the Royal Museum of Arts in Antwerp, you will notice how the rebel angels fall from heaven at the top left of the canvas to hell at the bottom right. Their wings are at first subtracted for the lesser wings of bats and dragons. Towards the earth they are reduced to moths, frogs and other soft things. They are driven together by the golden angels of heaven armed with effulgent discs, lances and swords, whose task it is to sanitise our world. You will see how the rebel angels continue to change their forms as they are driven into a sea, whose opening is an obscure drainpipe. They lose their legs, wings, all hope of surfacing, and become fish, squid, spawn and seeds of trees never to be planted. Underwater they continue to be subtracted from their former selves until they are at last incorporeal and see-through at the bottom.” J. M. Ledgard


compare Hieronymus Bosch’s “The Fall Of The Rebel Angels” as here:

Look, for instance, at the lone angel (or demon, now) sitting on a tree-branch or root, coming out of a weird and perfectly round formation, as if — unlike his associates, all around him — he’s been through this, now, and is ready to think things through. The root/branch that he sits on reminds the viewer of some niche or corner they, themselves, might attach to, whether it’s a favorite place at work, or a memory from childhood, and while this seems to be “his” spot, it doesn’t seem to be very comfortable. In this way, the viewer is discomfited, as well, due to the disconnect between associations and reality. To the left, figures are hiding, and their occlusion is both technically and ideationally unique. Technically, because, in a more traditional setting, evil is given a face, or at least a presence that is meant to scare. Ideationally, because if demons are in hiding, there must be something even worse that this scene implies, but never really shows. And that, by itself, is probably even more terrifying, since it touches upon human fear as it ACTUALLY is: an inability to cope with the unknown, as these demons clearly cannot. In this way, technique and intellectual heft are mutually reinforcing, which is really where art moves.

The actual forms of the demons, near the bottom, are also quite arresting. One has a face whose mouth has been replaced by a far larger ‘O’, giving the odd quality of both a scream (the trite thing to do in such a painting) as well as an object stifling that same scream, thus making the whole arrangement that much more disturbing. One demon is seemingly being eaten by another, while another looks on, either laughing, or expressing some other emotion altogether. And still others figures have been so manipulated, at this point, by their own transgression, that they are merely heads attached to legs, arms, and tiny bodies. Below, there’s the look of fire, and yet, instead of being tortured by such — again, as would happen in more cliched paintings — it is completely ignored, since the tortures, above, touch much deeper fears, of more abstract, less definable things. This is why there is an emotional impact, here, that the far more stale representations of God, angels, demons, etc. etc. etc. rarely capture. As I said in my analysis of a great Wallace Stevens poem, there are two ways to enter the heart: by tugging at it, and only it, and hoping for the best, or the more predictable (yet much harder to follow) route of the brain, which requires some stimulation before a connoisseur’s more base parts open up to be played with. This painting — and Hieronymus Bosch, in general — takes the latter approach, succeeding on on terms that the High Renaissance had not even defined yet." Alex Sheremet

"Many of the falling angels are hybrids, carefully composed of closely observed

naturalia (things made by nature) and artificial a(things made by man), as they were then collected in art and curiosity cabinets. Among the swarming falling angels we discover rare and exotic animals such as the armadillo and the blowfish, a Native American attired with colourful feathers." here

 When Psalm 94 says the floods have lifted up their voice, their waves, that Yahweh is mightier than the noise, than the waves of the sea, and this refers to the parting of the Red Sea to let Israel escape from Egypt in hot pursuit--

All the people of the earth will worship the beast rising out of the sea. Then the second beast from the land will force everyone to take its mark that is its name. The ocean depths embody these chaos sea monsters, called Leviathan and Rahab.

 
Fugitives in alaska, deep net, poison soils, catching the underground el.

Mask of Kurk Wold

Unmasking the Wold
 Whether or not Wold is a relocated identity becomes a question only because the two and more share botanical science and art as covalents. Kurk and Kurt, also suppose a super positional character of the deep web that can be in more than one place at a time. Many places, many faces, each labeled a Kurk, to cover the bases, a Kirk Wold, and a Norwegian Kurk Wold, married to Petra Wold in the 1900 census, currently a farmer who develops  Seeds for Northern Climes, as well as the artist of Kinetic sculpture, Kurt Wold, known as the bicycle head banger. These and other writings diffused about the understate, as Wold's editor mentions, are not limited to Kurk, Kurt, Kirk.  Superpositional identities access precognitions of themselves, unknown before the fact, or rather, are known before the fact only if believed. Because if the viewer does not believe the superposition fact, the precognition, then it cannot be proven, since to prove it means to remember it before the fact. If this seems difficult try comparing it to faith, in which many cannot master. You cannot remember before what you never knew, so if the viewer does not store the identity in the memory it ceases to exist right there.

Wold's writing scanned by image includes Account of Three Prefaces the Trans Human Paradign Shift, and  Why the Investigations of Kurk Wold Were Leaked. We're never really certain whether we have the original papers however since these are edited from translations and shorthand allusion with interpretations of image. Wold appears to have been incarcerated three times in private prisons run by corporations, such as in old mines, aboard ships, abandoned hospitals, but without without formal trial. Captives of gulags and their revelation are one part of the Wold story. He  accounts some of it in his published letters.

Another background is his profession as a quantum physicist/chemist which keeps shifting from tale to tale, to be compared with those missing microbiologists of urban legend. To include the dead and the missing makes the list longer by far, but to think it stops around 2005 is naive. Let's say though that it stopped being mentioned. Of course Wold's name is not on the list nor indeed do his personal records seem to exist, which suggests they were expunged, or some other diversion. Five were memorialized here. Not ever knowing where he was headed Wold is influenced and backgrounded by Goya, Caligula, Gehry and more Blake than would be believed.

If the deep space science of Wold be recollected, subterfuge hides the most astonishing discoveries under pretense of 19th century assumptions, as if propeller airplanes or jets, just for laughs, substitute for globes and anti-gravity. Science was absurd before the Greek philosophers, but after the ancestor of Darwin, Erasmus Darwin, "saw" light blinking from the marigold like a code of Nibiru. When Newton's research showed biblical codes of Daniel and Revelations, science got mum. Wold called these mummeries EXPERIMENTS OF THE HEAD, meaning by amputation, anything that did not fit ruling assumptions. Another of his monographs, Opiomes, argued America symbolically given to Iraq (meaning Babylon) at the Obama inauguration in Denver, which he calls the Enthronement of ISIS, capitalized to indicate its fulfillment in the founding of the Syrian Caliphate. That iconic designers built in Denver a gigantic stage to usher in super events, meanibng the arrival of super mensch, and buildings and art encoded genetic, science, weather manipulation, chemtrails on postage stamps, unspeakable government drug experiments and psychological manipulations, there was some reason to  hold him prisoner. Wold was held twice, escaped thrice. This exploration of the underworld and the iconic Altar frieze of Gigantomachy are prima facie evidence to him of the giant arms.

Opiomes. The Domes

What does architecture and its appointed grounds, surrounding buildings with sculptures, ponds, pools, stairs, have to do with politics? The creation or destruction of pyramids or Afgan Buddhas is more than religion, it is a hybrid of religion and state, but when the politics is gone the architecture remains behind, in ancient cases hiding the tablets of Gilgamesh, Sumerian writing and hieroglyphs, in more recent cases the bones of giant progenitors in the British Museum. Records of religion and state indicate massive structures in ancient China and Rome of a greater overarching culture. Modern America and the world have monuments defined by ideas, the Capitol Dome, the Washington Monument, but with no obvious religion or state to accompany, which understates at first what seems as diffuse and boring as these fascist aesthetics. The most remarkable building event in Germany in this light is the burning of the Reichstag, a symbol affecting more than politics. Created or destroyed, but mostly destroyed, the Twin Towers of New York are a burned Reichstag afeared to be known as such, instead made motive of a patriotic act of revenge against the perps, a feigned act of patriotism as the Reichstag. Lacking long established gods, kings, traditions of Aztec, Inca, Greece, Rome, Babylon, science shorn of gods has left only itself to enshrine, what those epic states maintained withTyranny, yet oddly the modern will say the earth has never been more free.

How people say the opposite of the true is not new. In those ancient worlds you spoke for the court or were put to death. How do we know any of this is true ourselves? We don't. We've not been to see the queen. We're still alive. Trends are too large to see. Academics spin a web to host the fly. The best we can see is in art, architecture, Jonathan Swift, Nathaniel West, Hart Crane, really the list is so long we will not be done, dismissed as imaginative visions, even Blake taken as irrelevant to the modern state. But there are plenty of professors to tell us how to hide the truth that is revealed. The buildings speak from the rooftops to the ground below. There you will find how OPIOMES formed of this chaos, Visions of the Starchitect, Ishtar Hotel in its first reel. It blamed Coleridge. Then TROJAN HORSE or Histopossum formed of the spit. Poseidon, out of the dread locks of Medusa made horses like Pegasus, but still retained her SEVERED HEAD. This is as ghastly as true. Pegasus and his brother Chrysaor formed just at that moment when Perseus severed it. Then the immigrant Kurk Wold docked his Batcave Neptune Mobile in Denver, home of the Broncos and Mustang Sally. So these two versions, Trojan Horse and Opiomes, were once one. One became two out of chaos, and now there are three. Would that Raja Rao had lived to hear it. Myth becoming fact, surrealism absurd. Dean Swift rowing down the Thames.

I don't mind if you take the severed head as a parable of particle physics, of the failure of the standard model to describe 4-space time entering 3-space, or, "energy which is compressed by exactly the same factor by which matter is considered compressed energy: the speed-of-light-squared! http://prahlad.org/pub... Then the empty space...in place the empty head. A parable of particle physics! Napont Wilmington! To interpret, we don’t think they are pursuing particle physics at all. The paradigm of the Standard Model is incomplete if not false, flat space time but not curved. So while they pursue the half speed LHC pipe dream of Higgs, the thinking skewed, as if it were being done to them, not by them, they deny the existence of the longitudinal wave.

To anybody who persevered through Kurk Wold's Letters, 1, 2, in a kind of fauxnonfiction after a hundred visions and revisions of which three times as much exists in other states hidden on the internet, in the beginning the Severed Head was called BUILDING TRANSHUMAN IMMORTALS revised. It got revised but eventually two electronic interfaces disagreed and it was lost. Somewhere it existed who can doubt? Of the hundred not one remained. A caption in Status of the Soul of the World says: This from the archive of the renegade biophysicist Kurk Wold who disappeared. His papers keep turning up in amazing places as if timed ...

Alternative News 26 Oct 2012
 Exploration of the underworld and the iconic Altar frieze of Gigantomachy, Twin Towers a burned Reichstag, Academics spin the web of spider government that hosts the fly, immigrant Kurk Wold docked his Batcave Neptune Mobile, A parable of particle physics!

This from the archive of the renegade biophysicist Kurk Wold who disappeared. His papers keep turning up in amazing places as if timed ...This from the  archive of the renegade biophysicist Kurk Wold who disappeared. His papers keep turning up in amazing places as if timed releases. As far as can be told this was the fifth or sixth such:

"The whole history of the world, commerce and the commercial, obscured by art, was invented by powers so they could go on about the business of buying and selling of souls. This corruption preoccupied the patriarchs and prophets, the buying and selling of favor, religion, blood, children, women, highs, goods and services. So the picture of commerce in Revelation 18 is a summation of all those practices, except of course they have been added too in the 20  centuries concluding."

 “For the deity, intending to make this world like the fairest and most  perfect of intelligible beings, framed one visible animal comprehending within itself all other animals of a kindred nature”(Timaeus, 1163).

The anima of nature is like a dance (Davies' Orchestra) , or a huge animal breathing, a ceremony tingling with the life of the "prophetic soul of the wide world." Those  who sometimes think they see the  face of this anima mundi dancing in the sun (C. S. Lewis, English Literature of the Sixteenth Century, citing Neoplatonists and Chapman, 4) invented a whole crowd "of beings...theologically neutral," so say (9), who inhabited "the region between earth and moon crowded with airy creatures who are capable of fertile unions with our own species" (Lewis of Drayton, 10). These neutral beings Lewis made into 'an even older Narnia" of "strange characters and snaky patterns" (Caspian, 85). The scholar fantastic leaves room for  to expose. The first essence of the Elizabethan being this explosion of  fantasy, paradox and color that for the next century became an imaginative "efflorescence of forbidden or phantasmal arts" (6) allowed "Bercilak to resume his severed head" [Sir Gawain and the Green Knight] (8).

 Cornelius Agrippa

There is such longing for the tales of gold when the world was young, the excellence of fairy not to doubt. Lewis believed it more than he could admit, for it is appealing to think trees and animals can talk, that invisible beings are figments of our better selves lost. This Platonism, where the worlds of idea and archetype break through into our mundane, is the crux of Tolkien's upset with Lewis over Charles Williams' excursion in The Place of the Lion.  Tolkien felt Lewis had left the more pristine Old English view, meaning Aristotle for the platonic. The point of course is the loss. Jack (C.S.) Lewis tells it as if to children, but did not openly admit telling it from Agrippa. The half dwarf informant in Prince Caspian is named Cornelius, after Cornelius Agrippa supposed. Those of the name signed here, should they seek such, can take comfort that Agrippa found refuge with John Reiff, as acknowledged in 1523 at Friburg, where "the physician had a cordial patron in a citizen, John Reiff" (109). For the level of heresy this implies it depends on whether one takes the first or the last of Agrippa's thought. The latter thought approaches the pietist Johann Arndt, for "as early as 1525 and again as late as 1533 (two years before his death) Agrippa clearly and unequivocally rejected magic in its totality, from its sources in imagined antiquity to contemporary practice." Of course Agrippa's reputation is founded on magic even if he left it behind, much as Jack Kemp is on football.

Goofy Sword in the Stone

It takes a long time living with renaissance platonists to take them seriously, which is done partly by seeing how their thoughts leak into all sorts of ideas and places, and also partly from finally being able to read and comprehend the thing itself without needing to rationalize. It you have not yet learned to read and comprehend as such it can come. The country of Aslan the Lion, was "of the Waking Trees and visible Naiads, of Fauns and Satyrs, of Dwarfs and Giants, of the gods and the Centaurs, of Talking Beasts" (Prince Caspian 47). The charm of Lewis' Narnia is that once the premise of fairy is taken life goes on in a terrestrial manner much as it always did with character, adventure and perfunctory intrusion. Lewis the scholar but not the prophet has not changed all the world by overturning everything once believed (as did the Telmarines). Is it that the invisible is ineffable if known, but what can be said to the known world by the unknown, to the flesh by the spirit? Indeed what need be said for it is a world that simply must be done, not thought, as in the Revelation among the churches, but not among "the race who cut down trees wherever they could and were at war with all wild things" (Caspian, 60), to bring together highly disparate things. At least until Caspian is hit on the head and thrown into their midst of the badger and the dwarves, he is as the modern thrown into the midst of wars of angels of the abyss against the saints and their coming King. In this analogy to other worlds visible and invisible, Caspian's engagement with the animals, badgers, etc. is like T. H. White's Once and Future King; the two are related in more than a species of bestiary. Evidently little trail for this exists, but it could exist for goofy in the Sword in the Stone. For The Book of Merlyn it seems chapter and verse. The beasts became Caspian's friends in this commerce. To otherwise invoke such worlds Lewis would have had to converse with John Dee, his spirits, and Madimi, who admittedly he said were fatuous. When St. John, Ezekiel and Isaiah talked with angels, which would be the counterpart of this invisible, they were overwhelmed.

Platonic Politics

Our fate is to witness this Platonic theology applied to politics. The Florentine Platonists, Ficino, Pico, were wholly pious in intent. Ficino, a priest, burned his commentary on Lucretius (11) just because it depopulated  invisible beings from the universe. Theologues had a dream of power to bring the invisible realm to bear upon the political. Knowledge for the sake of power preoccupied Bacon, Paracelsus, Dee, Machiavelli and all European thought. In their megalomania they thought Soul power justified anything because it was "being in proportion superior to the world." Thus they ordered the extinction. Read this either as extinction of the invisible world or of the visible. Why can't the two coexist? Why must they annihilate each other? It is a theological question. You would not believe that the whole purpose of science is to manifest this Platonic spiritual world to the physical, filtered always through its megalomania for power. This purpose of science would call itself the whole purpose of existence. You would not believe that even if I said it in Opiomes, or in HistoPossum, or in the Severed Head. So I won't. If there are three terms, the visible, the invisible, the megalomania, there is also a fourth, the true man who opposes supernatural coitus, cosmic intercourse. I think it is our purpose to find him. Charles Upton takes the chain of being and its loss most seriously in his Cracks In the Wall.

The irony is it took a mere 300 years to undo and then redo all that classical science and myth described in the universe. First to the undo, Lewis says "new powers became rich like Midas but all that he touched had gone dead and cold. This process, slowly working, ensured during the next century the loss of the old mythical imagination." (16th Century, 4). The result of this denuding of forces, planets and nature of their tutelary beings was that pure mathematical science of empiricism that allowed nothing but itself. So how does it occur that after disestablishing myth science would invent even greater myths, that man was god, would recreate life forms long extinct, that artificial intelligence would rule human life, hybrid life forms replace the natural, that life for the elite would be endlessly prolonged (they called this immortality), that ancient existences of spiritual beings would be invoked by corporations and government. Is that not remything as an absolute? Wood, Lewis-Tolkien tension here

Kurk Wold worked on the Nano Uber Alter Bot project, among others, which means he spent much of his professional life in prison and underground. He reports these experiments as escapes because the science is a little unbelievable. AE Reiff translated the letters of scientific shorthand from Wold’s numerical code palimpsest of the Mouser Airpark with its eight and more unfathomed levels and the Distortion Dome of air. 

 If the successor to William Burroughs were Hunter Thompson and Charles Bowden (Blood Orchid), who thought it better to feel what they saw than to measure and give number to the ferocity of this storm (xv), Wold wanted to measure the decibels to the point of deafness. Bowden said, "we've been in a long war and we've lost that war and the war has poisoned us and our ground. If we admit these facts, we might be able to survive. If we don't, it really won't matter if we survive because we will be functionally dead" (xvi). Will we survive? Wold spent much of his professional life either in prison or underground.

Sources:
 The Notes and Journals of Kurk Wold : Macro Alters in the ...Joseph P. Farrell spin orbit and torsion tensor unified field theory and torsion tensor-unify ...

 The Notes and Journals of Kurk Wold : 8/1/12 · Program yourself is what controllers ... GLOCK THE CLOWN Kevin Seasolts OSB. people responded to Grock's .

 Alien Abductions Not Abductions-So here's how it works. Electromagnetic, microwave radiation on the brain explains the flying saucer buggers, says  Vallee. What is not explained is that "you can make people hallucinate using either lights or microwave or electromagnetic energy. You can also make them pass out; you can cause them to behave strangely, put them into shock, make them hear voices or even kill them."

Hybrid Beastiary, Letters of de Kurk Wold
Dream People, Konfessin Mouser K
 Cosmist Checks Terran "Kurk Wold" Artilect encephalopathies AEReiff "Einstein's Head" guillotines Sophias CSLewis Devine "Nick Bostrom" "Hugo de Garis" ..

.Another, a prose version, is at Preview of Coming Attractions @ Insight Statutes insightstatutes.blogspot.com/2011/12/pr…tions.html
How to qualify an A-Head, as called, not as easy as it sounds. Einstein reassembled. Many parts and autopsied divisions false. A roster of the living too, which had such impact on Hugo de Garis he couldn’t sleep. Shouldn’t have talked to the Heads so late. Notwithstanding that his editor, who brought much of this confusing material to light as the fictional persona maintained by the Artist’s Collective of the New Ibsen Canal, with no known means of contact except weekends in the courtyard, as  it says that in the brochure, --we  determined there is an index of this writing, and more, at the site Encouragements for Planting...

...this we recommend you avoid. If you must have something, he is the present editor of the Kurk Wold papers on the roundup of biological civilization, and other such artifacts at HISTO POSSUM TROY HORSE NEPTUNE WAR ROUNDUP, or the impossible long title, being, the History Impossible World ThoughtNot Bot Roundup, a Cartoon UBoo-ty Experiments of the Head History of the Faerie Tale West Fro Gromets Severed From Collections in A Fictional History of the Future Fan Faux NonFic Hypno, Mysto, Crypto Possum Starchitect.

Angel Empire Civilization. How Civilization Invented the Universe and the Apkallu/Nephilim Invented Civilization

Angel Empire Civilization. How Civilization Invented the Universe and the Apkallu/Nephilim Invented Civilization

We have three apocalypses contained in The Revelation. Reading Isaiah and Revelation with Goya, an apocalypse of hell presents its title in the alien colonies of government. Why can't a person just live without these thoughts?  Apocalypses presume ancient times not known between then and now, until the Nag Hammadi dug in 1945, by accident, and the Dead Sea Scrolls. Either this or Russell Crowe as Noah constitutes a warning. We awake with Noah's notion of a universal constant. Physics wants to reduce it to a  a unified field. To apply Bly's notion of the shadow and living it out, which he says Wallace Stevens wrote but didn't live, he must change his life as did Rilke, incorporate the shadow into it. That is what physicists must do, not simply to talk about the One but find it, live it, become it. Johan! Jonah! And there is only one ONE! So we will end up the same. This does not resolve one known by many names. It is not ascribed by all names, only by One. That Name above every name by which all things came to be and will resolve. To say there are many names of the one makes idols of those names in place of One, as religions have done. There is only one and only one. Your mission is to find it out.

 Consider the archeologist in Israel who says Rebekah watering ten camels is equivalent to saying the Middle Ages used semitrailers Ho, ho, right?  Introduction to the Heavenly Priesthood of Abraham. Orlov.

Angels Bound in the Empires and the Euphrates! Four of them. Apocalypse of heaven, hell as earth. Choose one. Three heavens, immediate sky, stars, place of Yahweh. Third heaven sometimes divided between light, the Throne, and dark, the stars. Clearly, in the second, the stars fall with all that structure of star worship hidden in planets, sun and moon. In Orlov's, Heavenly Priesthood in the Apocalypse of Abraham, Abraham is depicted as an intimate of celestial priesthood but he contradicted it. He is Father of Faith. In the Greek Apocalypse of Moses Moses only occurs by subscription of the first line, also called the Life of Adam and Eve. Two Apocalypses of Peter, found in Egypt in 1945 at Nag Hammadi, the Nag Hammadi Library, one gnostic, so nothing like Peter. Our brave new world has such people in it. An Apocalypse of Paul tells what he saw in the third heaven that he said could not be told, so none of his. Not to add the apocryphal  Apocalypse of Elijah,
loose the Angels Bound in the Euphrates, as says The Revelation. The Japanese Evangelion where angels have to be defended against by the nations free bases this. The Euphrates of course was where the US Army dug up the supposed lapis box of Gilgamesh rumored transported to the Beltway for further tests, to be reconstituted. That the angels are bound in the Euphrates makes it obvious they are perjured. It says they were prepared for that hour, debated during business hours, but their business you can read following in Rev 9.

Civilization is discontent with exclusion. Universities study it, politicians regulate it, businesses profit and approve its corporations. Astronomers snuff out its sun in so many years with predictions like comets. Civilization will not quibble with the solar system going down, but to snuff the universe is not its plan. Immortality needs to live somewhere! You could say civilization is a spider in the web of the eye (Stevens) where creation is recreated,  but do not blame the eye. The mind is fooled, not the ear, or sense. Civilization's business is to fool the mind.  Films call it the matrix. The chief agenda is a system of secrets bought and sold to grant special status to the inured. Occult powers convey favor in handshakes, authority in rituals masked with GMO, Help for Humanity. Whenever you see Boehme or Paracelsus or the five hundred blessed among these powers be wise and strong. Civilization is a counterfeit that incorporates all.
"After the Universe invents the Unconscious civilization is constant."

What is the Universe? A construct. How can it invent anything? Paradox. It is not sentient. It is a mirror. So it did not invent the Unconscious.

Unconscious means the shadow, darkness, the posited unseen that liberated, harnessed, like the atom, gives light. So much dark is light we can hardly stand it. Watch the six seasons of The Wire. This shadow is easily grasped in psychobabble.  Poets interpret psychologists. Robert Bly says the shadow is the long bag we drag behind us that civilization doesn't approve, but civilization is the bag, and this seriously understates its acts that we are appalled to have committed, but do not reveal - because we live in The Bubble. We pretend we don't know. But we do. *Edwardo Galeano. The Unconscious is everything left over when all these things are done. The detritus, the waste. Jung says the shadow is the whole unconscious so it would not be good news for civilization that it be erased. But it will be. Then goes another constant. And likewise the universe will fall. What's left? The realization that Civilization invented the Universe and the Unconscious. What is civilization?

 Cannons, horses, comets, Aztecs 

universe, unconscious, intelligence, ultraman.

What  happens when the Sixth Seal is opened and headlines say ANGELS BOUND IN THE EUPHRATES LOOSED?  Civilization falls. Look behind empire, see demon. Psalm 2 touts this  derision. Perhaps, it is argued, universe just means that nature wants to be the ultimate term. But no such thing as the universe invoked exists. There is no sense of humor or justice in the universe, exactly the argument of an acosmist. The universe never made a snowflake or an idol a drop of rain. The transference of the created to the Creator, the universe for Yahweh Elohim, is a joke. The shock is overwhelming. How could you not believe in the all around you and in you?   Believe in what? Civilization invented the universe. Pots rise up and claim self existence, and on film, the 2014 Winter's Tale says the universe both loves and provides stimulation for the bored! Attribution of the lesser to the great concerns the writer who said, which of the angels can you compare to the Son? Transference of the created into Emperor.  

 

*[We live in a perfected bubble. Edwardo Galeano, Charles Bowden make efforts to enlighten, but unheard. Nothing penetrates Civilization. Differences are called terrorist. You know the Outernet is here, but think it good. What can be done for the man locked in the iron room? Lu Xun asks if he'd rather die without waking, suffocated in his sleep, or wake to feel the pain before he went? Bubble is the EM gauze wrapped around the head to magnify civilization, the exceptionalist U. S. drones of "criminal marines" (Galeano), and all media.]

Orlov, Heavenly Priesthood in the Apocalypse of Abraham - See more at: http://www.heavenlyascents.com/2013/09/24/new-andrei-orlov-book-released-heavenly-priesthood-in-the-apocalypse-of-abraham/#sthash.kJStyJ6K.dpuf

Orlov, Heavenly Priesthood in the Apocalypse of Abraham - See more at: http://www.heavenlyascents.com/2013/09/24/new-andrei-orlov-book-released-heavenly-priesthood-in-the-apocalypse-of-abraham/#sthash.kJStyJ6K.dpuf