Valley of the Passengers.

Trippy. The Valley of the Passengers is not a resort in Utah. It is a place in Ezekiel (39) where the armies of Gog make their final repose. Why can't we just say it plain, it takes months to bury the remains. The Valley of Passengers is just one in the catalogue of End Time events and places, maybe a little neglected, this one, so we broaden it to the public mind here. When we say broaden that includes the Valley being transported to other times and places to explain the destitute conditions there among the thousands if not a hundred thousand of these.

Dostoevsky

 

 A hindrance to understanding is that the modern imagination is so impoverished by Harry Potter and its lookalikes of fantasy that the mind cannot grasp a foothold in the epic Biblical literature of the past such as preoccupied Dostoevsky in his early family life, especially the trials of Job, the miracles. Not to argue Dostoevsky a believer, but this anchors his work in the most profound human struggles of sanity and health, prison and reprieve. So while it is said that it was Dostoevsky's genius as a writer to feel and express extremes of rejection and acceptance, the glory of passive, the non heroic non-resisting suffering of the despised and humiliated Christ so basic to the Russian religious tradition, the spirit of asceticism, renunciation, love of poverty and craving for self-sacrifice and mortification that "nourished Dostoevsky's unshakable conviction that the soul of the peasant was imbued with Christian ethos of love and self-sacrifice" (Joseph Frank. Dostoevsky the Seeds of Revolt 1821-1849, 40), and if we say Dostoevsky is the greatest of writers of the soul, we celebrate these reliquaries of devotion imbued with the scriptures of the creation of the world, Adam and Eve in Paradise, the Flood, the raising of Lazarus, the rebellion of Job the just man against God and the whole of the prophets and psalms that awaken the consciousness transfigured by the light of supernatural illumination. To be ignorant of this, or cut off from it by psychedelic, fantasy, of digital meaninglessness is to deaden the soul to its birthright and natural origin. So I'm saying this is what the Valley of Passengers can do for the modern travesties of the same in these stones carved without hands.

Tolkien

 We have to read Daniel 2. Ezekiel says a sixth part will remain.  Unmasking the cell, Galeano said in 1970 what was known in every barrio and ghetto centuries before, but only then came the bubble, a restrengthened electro-magnetic hold on media phones and the mind. And here's the Presto. Mr. Tolkien says it is spiritual evil so massive on streets, in cars.  Right off Tolkien says "I am aware it is a rash adventure." It was rash to him because a diversion from his protection, a spice, some Adrenalin. It's like he was reading Wallace Stevens:  "the adventurer in humanity has not conceived of a race completely physical in a physical world. (L’Esthetique du Mal) But it's different when it's life or death. "Faerie is a perilous land, and in it are pitfalls for the unwary and dangers for the overbold." He did not say, "spiritual evil is an overriding pervasive force that infiltrates every custom and social purpose." He writes of a thing invented to hide, its mask, "beauty that is an enchantment," which chaps in the cheap seats of the perilous and shadowy marches of the government vote (9).

You might say this conflates Dante as Fairy if you want a good argument. But open your eyes, the prophet is a fool and the spiritual man is mad. Unmask, unmask, not the Blue Fairy Book or Sir Gawain's primary and secondary belief, that despoilation is not complete. They are not coming to pick you up for some FEMA camp of mind and heart. These days it is French camp.  Neither is it about fantasy or the imagination that thousands of workshop writers are trying to find by inventing from their front brains any situation what used to be impossible to encounter. The news is their worst nightmare. Think about it every day in the subterranean, but deny it from above. The walls are broken. The boundaries stones are gone, sculptures are made of severed heads. "Fantasy, of course, starts out with an advantage: arresting strangeness" (Tree and Leaf, 47-8). But who needs fantasy when we have TV? Strangeness, can you even remember? The nice question is whether these imagined realities report what goes for science in secret labs around the world when DNA factories are unveiled, whether or not they call them into being. "I desired dragons with a profound desire. Of course, I in my timid body did not wish to have them in the neighborhood, intruding into my relatively safe world, in which it was, for instance, possible to read stories in peace of mind, free from fear."

See Faergrygrum

 
1."where in that day the LORD will punish the powers in the heavens above and the kings on the earth below." 

2."I am about to bring punishment on Amon god of Thebes, on Pharaoh, on Egypt and her gods and her kings, and on those who rely on Pharaoh.

3. "The LORD will be awesome to them when he destroys all the gods of the land. The nations on every shore will worship him, every one in its own land."

 

4. "The LORD will be terrible unto them: for he will famish all the gods of the earth; and men shall worship him, every one from his place, even all the isles of the heathen.

He cast upon them the fierceness of his anger, wrath, and indignation, and trouble, by sending evil angels among them.

 

5. Do not rejoice, all you Philistines, that the rod that struck you is broken; from the root of that snake will spring up a viper, its fruit will be a darting, venomous serpent.Isa 24.21;
Jer 46.25; Zeph 2.11; Psalm 78.49; Isa 14.29

 The best preparation for child apocalypse is mental.  Does it take the efforts of FEMA to save? Look beneath. Twenty years ago, amid prolonged sociopaths, sons planned how they would take out attackers in their school. Truly children of another era, and inbetween, evacuated and inoculated with disaster, the spiritual preparations. There are still burgers and toys. Grief counselors are available. Evacuate public places, fire in restaurants, supper clubs. Instant, prescient movement out. Sweep the room, mark the exits, never sit publicly with a back to the door. Let's go, no questions, only reasoned action to follow. 

My version of apocalypse is awareness catalyzed by the risky neighborhoods where we lived. I am listening, not celebrating holy days like Halloween.  Relatively poor, one car, we needed to live close, in the target areas. So children feel the existential threat. But they can escape the Blood Moon. To think about the aftermath, whether personal or political, it is not over when at the finish. Then we begin. Everything is aftermath. Prove this when you are the last standing. Then you will know fathers and mothers well the personal effects raised on skin like tattoos. Firings, destructions, closings, uprootings to coal and steel and back, severance of contacts, preferments. Repudiation by surrender. What would be said in Shakespeare's Psalm 46, translated for the King, God is my refuge and my strength, a very present help in trouble, therefore will not we fear, though earth be removed and the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea.  

The real meaning of higher and lower spiritual welfare takes weapons with words from Messiah's hand that "the gates of hell shall not stand." "He led captivity captive," and "three nights in the belly of the earth." After resurrection a battle ensued for liberation against spiritual evil, depression, madness, lassitude, identity genome theft, manhood theft, murder, all that makes a good thriller. If this is true in the lower worlds it is worse high up. Holy madmen they retort, but madmen are victims not easy to know, fun guys of Gogol's Dead Souls and Diary of a Madman bon mot inmates of Brueghel's and Goya's asylum.

I told my teacher Philadelphia had been bombed. I was born there and spent five years, but the teacher said no, it wasn’t bombs, it was blackout curtains. My aunt was a plane spotter atop city hall downtown. Gasoline was rationed. We all had ration books. Children were schooled in case of attack. It might come at any time. Duck and Cover prepared for apocalypse, friend. Apocalypse yourself, military! It certainly saves lives, government talks. We practiced getting under tables. People in Hiroshima and Nagasaki died looking up at the flash, took glass in the face. Ballistic glass lacerations caused the majority of 1000 injuries following the Chelyabinsk meteor air burst, February 15, 2013. What they don't say is that during these preparations for thirty years in schools the government was nuking the United States itself: American Ground Zero, The secret Nuclear War (Carole Gallagher, 1993).

They didn't go far enough who count every entertainer, politician,  corporate head, all landed gents, all socialists, Marxists, tenured faculty, members of boards in the Valley. Hosea says the passengers, who seek wisdom from their cars (staff), and ask their (google) glasses what to do (1.4,5) reek of these strange wraps of outernet gauze and mesh nets in prey of false prophets, priest murder, internet hemlock furrowers who "saw your fathers first ripe in the fig, but they went down to Baal-Peor" (Hosea 9.10). What they did down in Baal-Peor used not to be spoken in public. The prophet is a fool and the spiritual men are mad. In this day you will only be protected by the unseen surrounds.

The fun begins on the mountains of Israel, an Edda enjoyed in Banquet. They hold their noses though, even if they get help with the bodies. The burials take 7 months, a time of full employment. After, they erect  a memorial to the hordes of Gog of bones. Five sixths of the armies of  the north and the south will have their tombstones carved out. Turkey, Syria, Iran, Iraq etc. and Egypt. And this deep  state would consummate to counterfeit made evangelicals believe a hundred years that Russia is the northern power of this assault, but Russian has become the the evangelical. Nice trick?

In the real the valley of the passengers is a great road traversed by  merchants from Syria and other mid eastern countries into Egypt and also an imaginary valley  east of the Dead Sea, a place frightful saline echoing past judgments. Passengers is a play on words - "passengers" to be buried, "passengers" to walk over their graves, "passengers" to bury them in  Ezekiel 39:11-15. "When anyone sees a man’s bone, they should set up a sign," otherwise those who lie buried are but a passing cloud. Maybe compare Jude, clouds without water, carried by winds.


But the text is already writ large for the passengers that if by the finger of Yahweh Messiah casts out demons then the Kingdom is come. Whether in the Lindisfarne, Wycliffe, Tyndale, German, Scandinavian or English versions, plunder comes to the plunderer: Reafo His Todaelde!  At the end of Gog Israel "shall spoil those that spoiled them, and rob those that robbed them" (Ez. 39.11) those who come in the "latter days" (38.16). Gog of course and Magog are the northern powers that descend to be eaten. I had no intention to be there: 

Gog, Magog, northern powers and lands,

Decrees of pestilence and blood, hailstones,

Fire and valleys of bone and I closed the book,

This knowledge was too much for me.

  Immediately following the fall of the todaelde "he that is not with me is against me," which is to say that an authority now resides: "I am in the Father, you are in me and I am in you" (Jn 14.11). The Kingdom of Heaven is upon you. To which of the angels was it said, "sit thou here while I make thine enemies thy footstool." None, and to none of the  angels was it said, "you are in me and I am in you," or, you have been "made them the righteousness of  God in him." (2Cor 5.21). Plundering the plunderer comes to this (Hebrews 1.13, Ps 110.1). Children of apocalypse get to see Yippee science and government unleash their best. I'm getting out my clothes that morning to get a better seat. Lovely children of the air,  four eclipses of the tetrad moon intersecting Israel with its third American harbinger to help, look good when it comes.  If you don't know what these are, be blessed and go back to where you once belonged. Are we ready? Don't be absurd. We long for it. We exult!  We know he shall dash them in pieces. That's why he is Messiah. I don't want to get in trouble on youtube  flailing potters vessels as the rulers take counsel. Pots break when the rulers take counsel together. Psalm 2, you know. Angels are  powerful fast, like a super collider. Everybody around denies this. Astrologers think it's the Ukraine. Prophets think it's the fig. Hosea thinks,

the days of visitation are come

the days of recompense are here

Israel shall know it

the prophet is a fool

the spiritual man is mad (Hosea 9.7)

The first and last prophet promises dew, but in between "the prophet shall fall" (Hosea 4.5). False prophets get moths on their garment (5.12). If the apocalypse is in two weeks my son has a list. Deepen his spiritual life, put up cucumbers. Today he's doing water. I like the approach. Drink the water freely, but it isn't even one AM. The kiln is cooling, to open at dawn. Metaphors hunger. Ten days he gives up alcohol. My thirst for apocalypse  lacks inebriation. Yeshua is Lord to the glory of Yahweh. Nada mas.

You want to name the One Name buried in the One Word? Say over and over, banks, banks, banks, money-power, not madmen-holy. Madmen are not to read Bowden's Trinity and Edwardo Galeano's Opening the Vein, or Lu Xun, those compromised patriots disloyal to the world!  Spiritual evil is the fabric of commerce; Oranus-Mammon funds liberal art science.  Can you put on a uniform, get a job in some faculty corp and place in the Tempe Marketplace of Hell? Gallery owners grist with artists in the middle of the floor. Now about the earth range endless immortals like Kurzweil who deposit their checks and hundred pills into their body transplants daily. Apocalypse children seek the reason for being born. They are not going to grow old in Japan's apocalypse. Evangelions against the angels in advance, otaku childhood and old age in the last days, captive of their Babylon tongues, when all along their feet have been set in a large room (Psalm 32).

To open again the spa of the re-membered, where Gog and high rolling bodies turned women to ants, business men to mosquitoes and  the sacred scarab beetle Egyptian syllable [ai], was jokingly called "the Alien Among Us," was a very complex cultural nexus (Pelevin, Insects 9). No wonder Ezekiel claimed the passengers held their noses (39). Among fish and fowl, beasts and creeping things, men would shake and mountains fall with every wall in the rain of Gog and his bands and the many. One could ask, as if it were a question, why did they sacrifice their children to Mammon and to Baal, but the question forgets that Oranus-Mammon receives even greater sacrifice. Thus while it may be ingracious and for that matter dangerous to say, that is the purpose why you carry an iphone. To make sacrifice. This should not to suggest commerce and society are Mammon together eating itself. Cozen.

"Specifically, the toleration of the systematic brainwashing of the populace by publicity, and the tolerance toward deception in merchandising, constitute the essence of a system which fosters tolerance to perpetuate the struggle for existence. In Pelevin the market complacently absorbs art and pseudo-art alike, fostering “‘destructive tolerance’ (Baudelaire) of ‘benevolent neutrality’” toward culture” (563).

Versions of this ancient Babylonian mythology equate supreme riches and power with supreme wisdom. This same prosperity that imprisons European/American culture will ensure them a grave there. To obtain them, one has to enter congress with Ishtar’s golden

idol, winning the “great lottery.” This means answering the three riddles of Ishtar, answers which are hidden in the words of market songs (566): 

 

 "It’s a kind of biblical scene, something from Babylon, some kind of prophecy from the Apocalypse being fulfilled before your very eyes. You feel it would require a great deal of eternal spiritual resistance and repudiation not to surrender, not to succumb to the impression, not to bow down to fact and not to idolize [deify] Baal, that is, not to accept what exists as your ideal…" (Dostoevsky. Winter Notes on Summer Impressions, Chapter 5).

 

 Khagi cites the mythologeme in general, the consumer in particular. In the Escape from virtual reality I compare it to the iron room of Lu Xun known now as the information net cast over the mind that devices of hand and eye  attach.

 

Understand the horror of bank commerce in Revelations 18. Money and power are broadcast as good. I didn’t even want to read Revelation 18. It promises a blessing if you do, but folk can come to bad end reading ( not however from that). Babylon compounds to the woman of capital and global dominion all men of the world seek. Sea captains, gold cargoes, frankincense souls, multinational corps, blondes, Babylon City/Woman traduce the nations. Gilgamesh confronts Ishtar here. He calls her "the foul goddess" who lets in the cold and turns men to frogs, after she emasculates them in her bed. These are the bond trader merchants, global internats unmasked in the intercourse. Intercourse! Poverty is the word for it, fornication, not love. Fortune makes “an idolatrous cult of Mammon, a cult that can only merit the name ‘fornication,’” says Ricardo Foulkes (El Apocalipsis De San Juan, 189).  Extending the prophecy of St. John to contemporary global capital and multinationals, the Americas  polarized and crucified (Callahan, Ortega, Kidd on Wainwright), the same enemy Ruben Dario saddled as Alejandro-Nabucodonosor, Alexander-Nebuchadnezzar explodes mountaintops and smites rivers. At one time Keats and Coleridge fantasized succubi in Lamia and Christabel; now folk hold their succubi in their hands and wait for them to ring. Lower credit card rates! White haired, uncapped pirate samurais at a nude health club with credit cards. That's the adagio.

Make no formed concept about
the realness or unrealness of existence

George Herbert, born April 3, was on PBS. He read Collar and Artillery to refute the stars, with Maimonides:

but as I raved and grew more fierce and wild at every word,

methought I heard one calling, Child:

and I replied, My Lord.

I mean, he says,

I, who had heard of music in the spheres,

but not of speech in stars, began to muse:

but turning to my God, whose ministers

the stars and all things are.

In those lines read the apocalypse of stars. And what's below when they throw dead bodies into tombs that come out alive. Those are Elisha's bones, who only wants to be taken up  but has to wait. It is an honor to join our brothers in their death. So Donne, Good Friday, Riding Westward, says:

What a death were it then to see God die ?
It made His own lieutenant, Nature, shrink,
It made His footstool crack, and the sun wink.
Could I behold those hands, which span the poles
And tune all spheres at once, pierced with those holes ?
Could I behold that endless height, which is
Zenith to us and our antipodes,
Humbled below us? or that blood, which is
The seat of all our soul's, if not of His,
Made dirt of dust, or that flesh which was worn
By God for His apparel, ragg'd and torn?

Reafo is the real meaning of plunder the plunderer, which St. Jude says Archangel Michael would not do, for he could not speak inThe Name, could only say "the LORD rebuke you" (echoing Zechariah 3.2).   It's one thing to read this in safety and comfort, another to walk among evil at the Tempe Marketplace of monsters an hour before dark, where all forms of human faux array on couches or walk toward you. Tolkien would rethink the fairy intruding in real life. Spiritual warfare makes avarice visible, selfishness, lust, malignancy (Rom. 1.29-31) malevolence we walk among. If you are full in the flesh don't notice it, but be less so and the faces come out of their Grimm tales. Masks come off. Or do they go on? Which is human, which is not?

Reafo first appears in English in the Lindisfarne Gospels, the oldest translation of the gospels in English, specifically in Luke 11.22 which says, Alla woepeno his ᵹenimeð ...; reafo his todaelde (OED). This fragment of Luke was adapted to instruction in Anglo-Saxon texts in the schools by Henry Frowde: The gospel of Saint Luke in Anglo Saxon. (Oxford 1893) which renders:  Gyf Jjonne strgngra ofer hine cymS, and hine ofer- wint5, ealle his wjepnu pe he on Eruwude he him afyrS, and todjelfi his h^rereaf. Translations and comparisons likewise appear in Gothic and Anglo-Saxon Gospels in parallel columns with the versions of Wycliffe and Tyndale: The Anglo Saxon reads: "Gyf donne strengra ofer hine cymþ and hine ofer-winþ, ealle his wæpnu, de he on-truwode, he him afyrþ, and todælþ his here-reaf." Wycliffe: But when a stronger than he cometh apon hym and overcommeth hym, he taketh from him his harnes, wherein he trusted, and devideth his gooddes. The house of the strong is of course more than its possessions, it is the self, so a kind of opposite conceit frees the plunderer from captivity even as he frees, "the slave abideth not in the house forever" (Jn. 8.35), hence "if the Son shall make you free you shall be free indeed."


 A Countdown has started for passengers of every milieu. institutionalized As Chris Hedges' Tillich said, every institution is demonic, and add, banal, as Hannah Arendt said, demonic and banal.

 John Wesley's Explanatory Notes:

Passing — To go up and down over the whole land; for many of Gog's wounded, flying soldiers, died in thickets, and corners into which they crept.

The passengers — Whose assistance they would desire of courtesy.

Pulpit Commentary

  As to its designation. That in the word "passengers" lies a paronomasia is apparent; but whether threefold or only twofold is uncertain. In the present verse הָעֹבְרִים may signify either
(1) such travelers as were wont to pass through the valley (Keil), which is the obvious and natural interpretation; or
(2) the warriors of Gog (Ewald, Hitzig), who intended to pass through the land, but whose invasion had only proved a passing storm; or
(3) the commissioners who should be appointed to pass through the land in search of bones (ver. 15). The notion of Ewald, who derives עֹבִרִים from עֶבְרָה, and translates "haughty," "overbearing," meaning the Gogites, is countenanced by no ether expositor. If the first sense be taken, then the verse will read, "The valley of the passers through, and it (the valley, in consequence of having become the grave of Gog) stops (the way of) the passers through;" i.e. it becomes thereafter impassable for travelers (Rosenmüller, Keil); or, it stops the noses, or breath, of such travelers by reason of its horrible stench (Ewald, Havernick). If the second meaning be selected, the valley must be understood to have afterwards received its name from the fact that Gog's warriors lay entombed beneath its sod, and "the stopping of the passengers" to signify that whereas Gog purposed to overrun the land, his destructive career was there ignominiously arrested (Schroder). If the third rendering be preferred, then the valley will be held to have derived its designation, after the event, from the passing through it or through the land of the searchers, in which case the stepping of the passengers can only have alluded to the fact that, as the "buriers" proceeded with the work of interment, they were compelled to turn away their faces and stop their noses because of the noisome effluvium which arose from the corpses. The first interpretation is the best, though the first and second might be combined by making the first "passengers" stand for the travelers and the second for the invaders, whose career should there be stopped; and to this view a certain countenance is lent by the statements which follow, that there should Gog and all his multitude - literally, all his noisy tumult - be buried, and that the valley ever afterwards should bear the name of Hamon-gog, or, Gog s multitude.

 
Gill's Exposition of the Entire Bible

 
And it shall come to pass in that day,.... When this destruction of the army of Gog shall be made:
that I will give unto Gog a place there of graves in Israel; or, "a place there, a grave in Israel" (b); he that thought to have subdued the whole land, and taken possession of it, shall have no more of it than just a place for a grave, to be buried in; a place fit for a grave, as the Targum; and where that will be is next observed: "the valley of the passengers on the east of the sea"; a valley through which travellers used to pass from Syria, Babylon, and other places, to Egypt and Arabia Felix, which lay east of the sea; not the Mediterranean sea, which lies west of Judea; but either the Dead sea, the sea of Sodom, a sulphurous lake, to which there may be an allusion, Revelation 19:20 or the sea of Chinnereth, or Genesareth, as the Targum, Jarchi, and Kimchi; the same with the sea or lake of Tiberias and Galilee, mentioned in the New Testament; which sense is approved of by Gussetius (c); where was a passage from the land of Canaan to the east of the same sea. Calmet (d) thinks it stands for the great road at the foot of Mount Carmel, to go from Judea, Egypt, and the country of the Philistines, into Phoenicia, which road was to the east of the Mediterranean sea.
And it shall stop the noses of the passengers; or the passengers shall stop their noses, because of the ill smell of the carcasses (e); or their mouths, the mouths of blasphemers, who shall no more blaspheme the God of Israel, when they shall observe this monument of his power, in the destruction of his and his people's enemies. It may be rendered, "it shall stop the passengers (f); from passing that way, because of the multitude of the carcasses that shall fall there", and which is the reason of their being buried out of the way; this sense Jarchi takes notice of. The Targum is,
"and it is near to two mountains;''
as if this clause described the situation of the valley.
And there shall they bury Gog, and all his multitude; all his army, such of it as the fowls and beasts had not devoured, and the bones they had left; not his army only, but himself also, the Sultan or Grand Seignior of the Turks, the general of his mighty army: this was not true of Antiochus; he died not, nor was he buried in the land of Israel.
And they shall call it the valley of Hamon-gog: Hamon signifies a multitude; and this name will be imposed upon the place of Gog's sepulchre, because of the multitude slain and buried here, and to perpetuate the memory of it: there never was yet a place of this name in the land of Israel, which shows that this event is yet future. Calmet takes it to be the valley of Jezreel, in which he thinks the army of Cambyses was defeated, after the death of that prince; wrongly taking Cambyses and his army for Gog and Magog.
(b) "locum ibi sepulchrum", Starckius; "locum ubi sit sepulchrum", Cocceius. (c) Ebr. Comment. p. 585. (d) Dictionary in the word "Vale" (e) So R. Sol. Urbin. Ohel Moed, fol. 66. 2.((f) "et erit illa obturans transeuntes", Starckius; "et erit illa frenans transeuntes", Cocceius.

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9/11. Help Get America Out of the Bible!

Daschle's Prayer

Daschle's Prayer

 Daschle's Curse
"in the pride and haughtiness of heart"

Nobody connected Jerusalem and Washington or Isaiah and America until Giuliani, Pataki, Obama, Kerry, Edwards, Daschle and their figureheads--and the Blood Moons.  Not lacking in pride, as soon as Nebuchadnezzar heard that his kingdom was to be great he knocked off a 90 foot gold replica of himself and made people kneel down in front of it. Worship or die. Something like that made our American figureheads draw Isaiah parallels tight about the national neck when the floodgates opened: "the princes are rebellious and companions of thieves, every one loves bribes" (Isaiah 1.23). The news media were (lying) "soothsayers like the Philistines" (Isaiah 2.6), and the American economy "full of silver and gold, has no end of treasure" (Isaiah 2.7).
"Their land is full of idols" (Isaiah 2.8) from TV to Anthony Weiner by the yard, "mankind had become degenerate as the great man debased himself" (2.9). 

Some frounce their curled Hair in courtly guise,
Some pranke their Ruffes, and others trimly dight
Their gay Attire: each others greater Pride does spight. (FQ, iv)

Then came the joint resolution  of the House and Senate to implicate the nation. On September 12, 2001 Tom Daschle, Senate Majority Leader, emphasizing he spoke for all, both houses, both parties, linked his remarks to the very Republic’s founding, "212 years" before. The location of that first American Capitol was bombed in abstentia.  The place of the inaugural of George Washington in 1789 was only four blocks from Ground Zero. American history was bombed too. How far Daschle asked were the “symbols and structures of our economic and military strength” compromised?

His drunken Corse he scarce upholden can;
In Shape and Life, more like a Monster than a Man.

 The soap opera singer of harbinger and Shemitah calls that Sheol had to expand it put up new towers from "a great depopulation in the midst of the land" (citing Isa 6.12) Alcohol and pot use doubled to bear it. Maybe America Sheol is misdirection when all along it was Shiva Babylon. That's one way to get in the Bible but Isaiah doesn't say "it," it says "we," blaming the public for the destruction. We have a corporate problem. We and they are most suspicious pronouns. You is outright accusation, but we feels inclusive. They of course only works among those who share the meaning, they...those.... So work to increase datura production... continued. The great call for the Depopulated 90% of the earth sounds from Margaret Sanger monitoring the womb. But when they change their idols into bats and summon the fly and the bee into camp from all "the holes of the rocks, upon all thorns and upon all the bushes" (Isaiah 7.19), you better see there is an even better proof that America is in the Bible. For flies had already camped on the Bushes. But matter how big  the fly, there was a better Assyrian super fly invited with its modern counterpart ISIS to get in America and hug it to its breast.

 That saddled sky that shook down vertical
Repeated play of fire—no hypogeum
Of wave or rock was good against one hour.

The link of America with ancient Israel in the prophecy of Isaiah did not “bless the people of America;” it was a curse:
"I know that there is only the smallest measure of inspiration that can be taken from this devastation. But there is a passage in the Bible from Isaiah that I think speaks to us all at times like this. ‘The bricks have fallen down but we will rebuild with dressed stone; the fig trees have been felled but we will replace them with cedars.’ That is what we will do. We will rebuild and we will recover, the people of America will stand strong together because the people of America have always stood together. And those of us privileged to serve this great nation will stand with you. God bless the people of America.” Daschle here.

But the whole of this patriot hymn from Isaiah reads:

"All that say in the pride and haughtiness of heart,

the bricks are fallen down, but we will build with dressed stone:

 the sycamore figs are cut, but we will replace them with cedars, 

shall have adversaries set up against them

 enemies joined together; the Syrians before, the Philistines behind;

 and they shall swallow them with open mouth." (Isaiah 9.10)

Sycamore root

When hewn stone and cedar replace bricks and sycamore the fat is in the fryer. They who speak thus provoke further adversaries, alliances against themselves. Is anybody at home in Daschle's head or is this a conscious curse to symbolically destroy America? Start raising up the false flags from 9/11 to support the Patriot Act and presidential fiat, emergency powers like in France, leave little to imagine about coming martial law. Fantasy turned up real, like they said. But Daschle's words came true even before he said them. The Sycamore at Ground Zero that sheltered St Paul's Chapel, causing it to survive with hardly a window broken, those bronzed stump roots memorialized on the spot, were replaced by a cedar! The empty place of the Sycamore was filled by a large pine, cousin cedar, lowered into the hole of destiny. You couldn't write this in a Greek play. Yes,

“I believe one of the first things we should commit to – with federal help that underscores our nation’s purpose – is to rebuild the towers of the World Trade Center and show the world we are not afraid – we are defiant. John Kerry, US Senate, September 12, 2001.

The Blessing is a Curse

Bilbao spider

 What happened to the bricks? They were replaced with hewn stone. The Governor of New York ordered a 20 ton block of granite quarried from the Adirondacks to be the new cornerstone at Ground Zero. A gratuitous thing, completely unnecessary, just PR and puffery, boasting, like John Kerry saying we will show the world we are not afraid – we are defiant.  Who do you defy anyway? Only defy a power greater than you, so he's saying that of Al-Qaeda. What's wrong with hewn, dressed stone? Cutting and polishing pollutes the stone, imparts pride and haughtiness of heart:
                           If you make a stone altar

don't make it of hewn stone

                                                 any tool that touches it pollutes it (Exodus 20:25).

To be sure the first course of government is denial and ridicule. These "coincidences" are happenstance, not collateral damage: that is saved for its own affairs. No government drones have been mounted against the harbinger.

Huge Routs of People did about them band,
Shouting for Joy; and still before their way
A foggy Mist had covered all the Land;
And underneath their Feet, all scattered lay
Dead Skulls and Bones of Men, whose Life had gone astray.

 Isaiah is the last place any American would want to be. The history of Israel tells you that. Can we take the words back? Will the present Speaker of the House and the senate leader renounce cedar and stone? Wait for it, but in present politics the former oaths apply. So if America is Israel it can expect to have its hedge taken away (Isaiah 5.5). It can expect to be laid waste (Isaiah 5.6) and directly related to the Isaiah 9.10 curse, "swallowed with open mouth," "hell is enlarged, opens without measure. Their glory descends into it" (Isaiah 5.14).

Rest assured if that were the whole thing it would be shown  a farce. Government has all power to obscure. Look for Isaiah to be anti-gay for his remark about Sodom, and anti-woman for the tinkling feet of the daughters of Zion whose secret parts are bared (Isaiah 3.17). Quibblers disallow the sycamore/cedar, brick/hewn stone analogy. They say the Isaiah tree wasn't a true sycamore like the one in New York, and that Pataki's foundation stone was disallowed anyway before the Freedom Towers were built. But the further you dig into the botany the stronger the parallel gets. The greater prophecy said,  

"in the Last Days (Isaiah 2.2)...every one that is proud and lofty,

 every one lifted up shall be brought low; 

the cedars of Lebanon...and every high tower

...the loftiness of man shall be bowed down

...the idols utterly abolished" (Isaiah 2.12-18).

The Twin Towers were obviously the Twin Pillars of Jachim and Boaz,  primordial symbols of freemasonry (here).


Isaiah Line by Line

Double down! The fundamental premise of Isaiah's judgment is repeated. Human pride shall be humbled (Isaiah 2.11), the lofty shall be bowed down (Isaiah 2.17), their boldness proves their character (Isaiah 3.9), they are as proud as Sodom of themselves, "they hide it not," meaning they have no shame. The crack about Sodom doesn't have the sting for the America that opened its bathrooms that it did for Isaiah, who took Sodom as the opposite case of Jonah's Nineveh, which changed its ways. Every day in America the top is  down, bottom up, Sodom, porn, abortion. Particular idols made with hands, iPods, iPhones, laptops, toggle bunnies and video games average 64 hours screen time a week. Isaiah has these beings cast to the bats and moles (Isaiah 2.20); moles need idols too in this divestiture. Maybe  the laptops are too heavy, maybe the mobiles don't work, reception poor in the clefts and tops of the ragged rocks where they hide, (Isaiah 2.21). They leave their idols behind in a scramble to survive at the tops of buildings.

A stately Palace built of squared Brick,
Which cunningly was without Mortar laid,
Whose Walls were high, but nothing strong, nor thick;
And golden Foil all over them displaid;
That purest Sky with Brightness they dismaid:
High lifted up were many lofty Towers,

That every Breath of Heaven shaked it;
And all the hinder parts, that few could spy,
Were ruinous and old, but painted cunningly.

When the stay and the staff are removed, helter skelter politics comes with shortages of bread and water (Isaiah 3.1). Boundaries go down. People disdain unseen protections for connectedness, the social, neural connectome!, which outcome is the demolition of leadership (Isaiah 3.2-5). They don't respect anybody's humanity even while they flout that they do. Judge, prophet, elder, lawyer, artist and speaker are removed. Your brother, nobody special, won't even rule in their place. "Don't vote for me," he says (Isaiah 3.7), "who wants to rule ruin?" So they get some children, "children are their tyrants" (Isaiah 3.12), the most heartless warriors among the starving, everlasting puerile in heart and mind, frat boys with moles, bats, cedars, towers, children, Sodom, pride and idols: Daschle speaketh!

 Is this mousetrap, a dead fall to catch the prey, engineered in advance by Al-Qaeda or is it just  lucky? A symbolic strike of the heart, Daschle so kindly says, they didn't realize that George Washington's Inaugural and Federal Hall, first American Capital were four blocks from Ground Zero, in "the heart of the American community and the symbols and structures." Doesn't know it would be 14 buildings in all. It's almost as if the government did it to themselves, demolished its own buildings and then mocked itself for doing so, to appear innocent. Why did building 7 fall? and why straight down?

Fickle Freaks

None of this gets mentioned without the American senators bringing it up! John Edwards did it, and all Presidents echo the bigger better theme. In chapter eight, a series of ominous predictions, Isaiah says he and his children are signs and wonders. The greater signs come in a series of progressions, small warnings followed by large. The principle is that the people who resist the rising of the soft waters of Shiloh in Rezin and Remaliah will be swept up to their necks by the greater floods of the king of Assyria. ISIS is coming. We must protect ourselves. Take the citizens' guns. They fail to heed the first warning. So the second comes. Floods have no power themselves to provoke change. After the second, a third, and pretty soon America's not in the Bible again.To resist is to make them worse. Likewise in Isaiah 9, "at first He lightly afflicted that land of Zebulen and the land of Naphtali, but at last he will deal hard by the way of the sea" (Isaiah9.1).  "Associate yourselves and you will be broken...gird yourselves and be broken...take counsel and come to nothing...speak a word and it will be defeated (Isaiah 8.9,10). Help is not found in the usual wisdom of diviners (Isaiah 8.19). "Let Him be your fear" (Isaiah 8.13). All avenues fail, "the living should not inquire of the dead." When the Assyrian flood comes, the conquered will be hungry, get angry and curse their president and his staff along with the paper senate deities. Instead of looking "upward for help" they "look to earth...and are driven into darkness" (Isaiah 8.21-22). This is the pattern of events the American  Speaker invoked, one warning unheeded, followed by a worse.

The basic harbinger info of J. Cahn had multiple shares of every sort. Members of  Congress visited the sites with him and prayed. What did they pray for anyway, the prevention of  disaster brought on by their own cowardice and arrogance?

 O! but I fear the fickle Freaks 

When JayZ, Charlie Rose, and all the monarch-monkeyed movie stars and entertainment figures plead with the government to save us, deliver us from evil, you will see government has replaced the larger thing that its senate defies. Paul Anka says that in Vegas, when he was with the Rat Pack of Sinatra, Martin, Sammy Davis Jr., they all knew they worked for the bosses of organized crime, but that didn't make them criminal and they were all right as long as they stayed in their place. Organized crime ran the big club networks, film studios, publishers. If you wanted to go you got along. This is an analogy to government.

Between his cankred Teeth a venemous Tode,
That all the Poison ran about his Jaw;
But inwardly he chawed his own Maw
At Neighbour's Wealth, that made him ever sad;

For each dissent there are a hundred thousand skulls psychoanalyzing, wringing out motive, twisting fact. Isaiah 9.10 unmasks the arrogance and its naked control. As if it were a giant toad colossus, a sumu big as a building, naked, ponderous giant, el ponderoso, if you don't like the Vegas Crime boss analogy for D.C./NY crowd try Monsanto, whose American government wants to unconvince the Europeans not to ban GMO products. All they while they are saving your life while killing you. You cannot believe anything of entertainment patriotism, entertainment news, entertainment education. Even entertainment disbelief is manipulated. To show reading the Bible is always profitable, a verse here at Isaiah 5.18 got Spenser in trouble with King James before his coronation, calling Mary Queen of Scots in the guise of Duessa, a witch and a whore.

House of Pride

Since pride is the Tower's subject, the allegory of Pride has a dual nature, moral-religious and national-political, particularly concerning Lucifera and the procession of the seven deadly sins (FQ, I, Cantos iv, v). Lucifera is not far from the daughter of Zion with her "hinder parts painted cunningly," and like our cedar and tower, "pride is an illusion with no basis in reality" ("An Examination," in Three Essays, 39), like Chaucer's House of Fame that has the names of great men inscribed on the north wall and their destruction on the south. The leprosy (Isaiah 3.17) of the Daughters and their bared secret parts are like the escapees of the House of Pride, lepers by the side of the road "in most wretched case." Literature is good to talk about the unmentionable, which Spenser did voluminously with the Tudors.

The House of Pride is ready to crumble any minute, for "every breath of heaven shaked it (FQ, iv, 5. 7). The inhabitants are illuminati sorts of people, the universality of hell no doubt which fits a nation diverse. The lords and ladies, the government await Queen Lucifera but they are only props to her appearance. There is a lot of parody of the Elizabeth's Court for Lucifera is a maiden queen. She brooks no rivals. To cast our male presidents into roles as maiden queens shows the strict controls behind them. Lucifera is the false light of pride pulled by the seven sins, which if we wanted to extend the analogy, should think to substitute our own TV shows, where gluttony and greed have been surrendered to along with pride, and lechery, envy, wrath

His ruffin raiment all was staind with blood,

Which he had spilt, and all to rags yrent (iv. 34. 1-2)

What exactly are our seven deadly sins? Just to show how prophetic the Obama age, "after the six unholy pairs have passed in review, we see Satan the lackey, riding on the wagon beam, lashing the beasts onward. They pass through the mass of people, and through a "foggy mist' that covers the land, before they find the "fresh flowering fields' and the "solace of the open air." The procession tramples over the skulls and bones of those who had previously come this way, "whose life had gone astray." Spenser like Daschle had Isaiah (5.18) in mind:

Woe unto them that draw iniquity with cords

of vanity, and sin as it were with a cart rope."

In the dungeons of the palace thousands lie overcome by pride who can never leave. Sparknotes. This sounds so like the blood sacrifice basement excavations at the Ben Franklin House in London, the only remaining Franklin Home where Franklin lived 1757-75.  Most of the bones, about 200 years old, show signs of dissection, sawed and cut. One skull has been drilled. Paul Knapman, the Westminster Coroner, found "a pit in a windowless basement where sticking out of the dirt floor, a human thigh bone." The administrators of the Franklin House were sprucing it up. Animal remains were found as well. The House of Pride covers up its bones, counterfeit upon counterfeit. True and false are purely interchangable. Una takes Archimago to be Redcross, Redcross takes Duessa in place of Una. Should we apply this  to American government that we might get what Edward Young calls the Mother of all Threatening.

 

Google The Harbinger of 9/11 and all the elaborate explanations of Isaiah 9.10 to finally get America into the Bible. This is a new Mandela effect! It wasn't there before. If the greatest power on earth wasn't in the last days, what did that say? Drop America smack into chapter nine of Isaiah as Tom Daschle does when surrounding chapters two to fourteen are the MOTHER OF ALL JUDGMENTS, and then act as if, oh well they're just words Mr Speaker, does exactly what Israel did in Isaiah, took every counsel of its own advising, which all failed, and continued doing so, until finally, in chapter fourteen, guess who comes?  How art thou fallen thou son of the morning? Lucifer!

Compute that the fall of the towers and the Patriot Act and all the false flags are harbingers of the anti-Christ and it's too bad America doesn't believe in Yahweh when its leaders so sagaciously flaunt his counsel. You say you believe, but help thou my unbelief if you swallow the hook of entertainment patriotism, terrorists threats as real, if you unquestioningly swallow entertainment fugues giving you the peace sign, the devil sign, aping Horus and every jujube of Babylon. I guess you think this song is about you, don't you?

America summons all the threats but none of the blessings in these first fourteen chapters of Isaiah filled with both. It is always saying His hand is stretched out still, but it's not the hand of a beggar on the freeway, it's the hand of help to pull you out of where the waters are up at your neck. No we can't have that! America can stand on its own two feet. Two feet, four feet, six feet and holler, all our SWAT teams will bring the new order! How else talk. First warning, the Towers. Second warning the financial meltdown seven years later, says J. Cahn. Humbled. Humbled (Isaiah 5.15). Isaiah keeps saying that sheol has gotten a lot bigger from the influx (Isaiah 5.14). Woe unto them that call evil good (Isaiah 5.20) murder a woman's right, start there with Moloch. You better take a drink before we go (Isaiah5.22). Man if you read Isaiah 5.27-30 you might weep from whirlwind wheels that soothsayers call weather changes, lions, roaring sea, darkness! That was the year king Uzziah died and Isaiah saw the posts of the door move at the voice (Isaiah 6.4). That was when he began his ministry of telling "this people in hearing you listen but you will not understand" (Isaiah 6.9). They had a bad case of Fat Heart (Isaiah 6.10).

Young Knight, whatever that dost Arms profess,

And thro long Labours huntest after Fame,

Beware of Fraud, beware of Fickleness,

In Choice and Change of thy dear loved Dame;

Lest thou of her believe too lightly blame,

And rash misweening do thy Heart remove;

For unto Knight there is no greater Shame,

Than Lightness and Inconstancy in Love;

That doth this Red-cross Knight's ensample plainly prove. here

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.

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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.