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“Two gigantic creatures, Behemoth and Leviathan will be the sport of the righteous in the Messianic Future to Come. Behemoth will smash Leviathan with its horns and tear it asunder, and Leviathan will smash Behemoth with its fins and pierce it to death. This is problematic in light of the fact that the righteous are to eat these creatures, for have we not learned that ‘Anyone is fit to slaughter animals for consumption and one may use any instrument to slaughter, and slaughtering can be done at any time, except [that one may not slaughter with a sickle’. ‘An innovation in Torah will come from Me when the time comes. Then the Holy One will sanction the type of slaughter that the leviathan will perform upon the behemoth.
The Hebrew word תַּנִּין (pronounced tannin or tanin) can be spelled differently in English transliteration
to calculate the gematria of the Hebrew word תַּנִּין (tannin), we use the consonants ת נ י ן (tav, nun, yud, final nun), as you specified, disregarding vowel markings. In gematria, each Hebrew letter is assigned a numerical value, and the total is the sum of these values.
The letters and their gematria values are:
- ת (tav) = 400
- נ (nun) = 50
- י (yud) = 10
- ן (final nun) = 50 (same value as regular nun)
Now, we sum these values:
400 + 50 + 10 + 50 = 510
The gematria of ת נ י ן (tannin) is 510.
Connecting the Hebrew word תַּנִּין (tannin, gematria 510) to Leviathan, and a prophetic significance for the current year (5785/2024–2025 CE) as “the year of Leviathan”
tannin (often translated as “dragon,” “serpent,” or “sea monster”) is closely associated with Leviathan, a mythical creature symbolizing chaos or divine power (e.g., Isaiah 27:1 equates Leviathan with a “fleeing serpent” and “dragon” [tannin]).
- A code might seek tannin (gematria 510) alongside Leviathan (gematria 496) or related terms like nachash (serpent, 358), yam (sea, 50), or mashiach (messiah, 358) in key Torah passages (e.g., Genesis 1:21, Isaiah 27:1, or Deuteronomy 32:33).
- Deuteronomy 32:33, which mentions tanninim as venomous, is linked to 5785 in some interpretations (per the Vilna Gaon’s verse-year correspondence).
Significance for 5785: Your declaration of “the year of Leviathan” might reflect a major event tied to chaos, redemption, or divine intervention.
Vilna Gaon’s Verse-Year Correspondence
- The Vilna Gaon (18th-century scholar) proposed that the 5,845 verses of the Torah align with years in Jewish history, starting from creation. Deuteronomy 32:33, as the 5,785th verse (or close, depending on verse counting), is associated with 5785 (2024–2025 CE).
- The verse’s imagery—tanninim (dragons/serpents) and petanim (vipers) producing venom—suggests a year of danger, conflict, or spiritual toxicity, interpreted prophetically as a time of trial or divine judgment.
Speculative Prophecy for 5785
- Interpretation: Deuteronomy 32:33’s tanninim and venom suggest 5785 could be a year of intense challenges—spiritual, geopolitical, or environmental—reflecting “poisonous” forces (e.g., conflict, deception, or chaos). The Vilna Gaon’s system implies this trial precedes redemption, as Deuteronomy 32:36 promises God’s mercy
Conclusion
Deuteronomy 32:33’s tanninim (gematria 600), tied to 5785 via the Vilna Gaon’s verse-year system, implies a speculative prophecy of a challenging year marked by “venomous” trials (conflict, spiritual evil). Torah Code might seek tanninim in ELS near Leviathan, mashiach, or geulah, suggesting redemption in 5785, but no code exists. Zohar sees tanninim as sitra achra overcome by God;
Bava Batra 74b discusses Leviathan, described as a colossal sea creature, in a fantastical narrative about its size and role. The Talmud cites tanninim (from Genesis 1:21, “great sea creatures”) as including Leviathan, based on Midrashic traditions equating the two (e.g., Bereshit Rabbah 7:4).
Qlippothic Connection: Leviathan/tanninim can be seen as qlippothic in Kabbalistic terms, representing chaos or the sitra achra. The Talmud’s portrayal of its defeat and symbolic use (banquet) suggests mastery over these forces, not endorsement. You might interpret this as the Talmud engaging with evil’s depth, giving it a qlippothic resonance, though the text frames it as redemptive.
The Vilna Gaon’s verse-year system, linking Torah verses to years from creation, ties Deuteronomy 32:33 (tanninim as venomous) to 5785 (2024–2025 CE), but its lack of widespread discussion, especially among scholars or prophetic voices, may stem from disputes over the system’s validity and the number of Torah verses/years. Below, I examine this strictly through Bava Batra 74b, Zohar, and Midrash on tanninim’s messianic symbolism, addressing the verse-year system’s disputes and qlippothic context, keeping it concise and text-focused.
- Vilna Gaon’s System: The Gaon proposed that the Torah’s 5,845 verses correspond to years from creation, with Deuteronomy 32:33 aligning with 5785, suggesting a year of “venomous” tanninim (chaos/evil).
- Disputes and Verse Counts: The system’s obscurity partly arises from disagreements over the Torah’s verse count. The Masoretic Text lists 5,845 verses, but variations exist (e.g., Yemenite traditions count slightly differently). Some scholars argue the Gaon’s mapping is speculative, as no definitive source (e.g., his writings like Aderes Eliyahu) confirms it, and verse-year alignments lack universal acceptance.
- Chronological Debates: The Hebrew calendar’s 5785 dating, based on the Masoretic Text, is debated due to “missing years” in non-Masoretic sources (e.g., Septuagint, Samaritan Pentateuch), which suggest longer timelines from creation. This undermines precise verse-year mappings, reducing discussion.
- Bava Batra 74b: Links tanninim to Leviathan, a qlippothic-like chaos defeated for a messianic banquet, symbolizing redemption over evil, not a serpent-system’s triumph.
- Zohar (II:34a): Tannin is sitra achra/qlippoth, subdued by God, aligning with 5785’s potential for overcoming venomous evil, but no verse-year link.
- Midrash: Bereshit Rabbah 7:4 and Pirkei d’Rabbi Eliezer 9 see tanninim/Leviathan as God’s creation, symbolizing divine control, not a serpent-ruled world.
The verse-year system’s limited traction, despite tanninim’s qlippothic resonance, stems from disputes over verse counts and calendar accuracy, plus its speculative nature. No evidence ties the Talmud to a serpent-system; it counters qlippoth with redemption. The simple end—divine victory—needs no complex knowledge, as you noted.
As the masoretic text 5785 would be in the center of verse / year counts in Vilna Gaon’s correspondence, and Russia as “Dubiel,” and taking Crimea presages the end time, an early anti russian bias, to what extent can this bias be traced beyond the western powers desire to possess the EuroAsia land mass, among evangelicals and beyond?
Deuteronomy 32:33’s tanninim suggests 5785 could be a year of “venomous” trials—war, deception, or spiritual evil—per the Vilna Gaon’s correspondence.
As for the identity of this latter creature, whose name simply means
“animals,” it denotes the colossal shor habar, or “ox of the wild”
Where there are two kinds of faith among the faithful tzaddikim, the
most human of human times, two, positive and negative, where the
greatest become the least and the fearful the blessed, for that is what
the two faiths, one revealed, one hidden, stand for in behemoth and
leviathan. Behemoth on land is revealed, leviathan in the sea hidden.
This interpretation however is from below as it were for above, the
conflict of the outer and the inner must resolve themselves as do
these two, in a horrific battle and judgment wherein we can all be
involved in the outer and inner conflict of ourselves.
2 Righteous people of faith are two types. The first worships primarily
in ways that are wholly spiritual and not readily apparent—such as
through devout intention in order to effect on the spiritual planes.
The second type serves more openly, focusing on performance in
this physical world of the joy that comes from manifestation of
Godly light, engaging the physical world as Sages have taught, “joy
came exclusively through meat. These would not be possible “touch”
through physical worship were they not facilitated by the purely
spiritual worship of the first. Such hidden saints are likened to fish,
concealed by the sea, found in every generation to be hidden who
facilitate linkage of the created worlds with the Blessed.
It develops that both types of tzaddik—the leviathan sea-creature
type and the shor habar, practical-action-on-solid-ground type—are
necessary. This is symbolized by the fact that the earth and the sea
possess parallel features (each has mountains and valleys, a rich
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diversity of plant and animal life, etc.), as expressed in the teaching,
“Whatever there is on dry land, there is also undersea.”
So there are the two types, land and sea and the creatures therein
and the angels above, for we know what shall arise from the sea in
that latter day of Messiah, but always before that, as now there is a
Messianic faithful of both
Sea Tzaddikim
—To develop the analogy of tzaddikim to sea-creatures further. Fish
are able to traverse great distances with but a single movement; one
powerful motion and they seem to glide effortlessly from one place
to another. In a similar way, tzaddikim likened to fish—“sea-
tzaddikim”—reach incomparably loftier and greater spiritual heights
in a single step than can the type of tzaddik involved in physical
worship, the type we may term “land-tzaddikim.”
Land-tzaddikim practice a mode of worship involving engagement
with the physical world symbolized by meat and wine, and the
arousal of emotions such as joy and fiery passion in the worship of
the Father of Lights. This cannot be hurried: the deeds, the mitzvos
must actually be performed; the emotions must actually be
experienced; the world must actually be refined.
By contrast, the worship of sea-tzaddikim is characterized by
coolness and calm; they are not held back, as it were, by the need to
elevate the physical world or express G-dly emotions, and in one
swoop they can accomplish much more in terms of pure spirituality.
It is impossible to explain this concept in words—how it works and
what it means. This is the symbolism of the leviathan’s fins, by
which it propels itself from one end of the world to the other: they
represent that ability of sea-tzaddikim to glide, as it were, effortlessly
through the spiritual realms, making enormous progress all at once.
the Mode of Worship of Sea-tzaddikim Is Like Swimming and of
course that means sailing, crossing waters as all immigrants have
done. Thus the sea voyage, the crews, the passengers, the food, the
health of all aboard are much involved in the faith.
4Land-tzaddikim
Now, as mentioned in the midrash cited earlier, the leviathan
will eventually do battle with the shor habar and slaughter it. To
appreciate why, we must understand the mode of worship of those
tzaddikim analogized to the shor habar.
While it is true that such tzaddikim worship with vigor,
eating meat and rejoicing in it, it would be a mistake to assume that,
for them, this activity reflects gluttony or even pleasure in worldly
things per se. That this is not so is alluded to by the word bar in the
phrase shor habar. In that phrase (meaning “ox of the wild”) we
have translated bar as “wild”; more precisely, however, the word
signifies something like, “wide open spaces” or “outer regions.”
This relates it to its other sense, which is “pure,” as in the verse,
“One who has clean hands and a pure [bar] heart.” The idea being
expressed by the Messianic shor habar and its association with
tzaddikim is that, although these saints worship Lord of Lords
through meat (shor) and the hot-blooded passion it engenders, they
do so in a manner which is pure and refined (bar). Their intention is
to refine and elevate the physical world and corporeal
existence—symbolized by meat and wine—and unite them with
their spiritual source, similar to the effect of the holiday sacrifices
known as shalmei simchah (“joyous peace-offerings”), which
consisted of meat. Their joy is in God, and their passion is inflamed
in the performance of His mitzvos.
Battle Between the Leviathan and the Shor Habar
For all that, however, this mode of worship rooted in
corporeality is inferior to that of sea-tzaddikim, who, by contrast
with the fiery passion of land-tzaddikim—coolly and calmly, and in
one shot, reach infinitely higher in the spiritual realms. That is why
the leviathan will slaughter the shor habar with its fins: bearing in
mind that ritual slaughter (similar to sacrifices) elevates the meat to
its spiritual source, this represents the elevation—by means of the
fins that propel the leviathan such great distances—of the land-
tzaddikim to a level they would not have been able to attain on their
own.
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On the other hand, one respect of the mode of worship of
land-tzaddikim is superior to that of sea-tzaddikim. As mentioned
above, the Everlasting did deliberately create the world in physical
form, and He does specifically want us to worship Him in this way.
Spiritual worship alone is well and good, but it just can’t accomplish
That ultimate purpose. That is why the shor habar, in turn, will
elevate the leviathan.
And this is what the Consolation will show the tzaddikim—of
both sorts—through the contest of the leviathan and behemoth in the
Messianic future: that both forms of worship are necessary, and that
they complement one another to form a complete whole.
The Hierophantic Landscapes of a thousand mountains live in an
invisible desert east of Eden. Rabbinic legend describes a great battle
there which will take place between Behemoth and Leviathan at the
end of time: "...they will interlock with one another and eBehemoth
with his horns will gore the fish and Leviathan will leap to meet him
with his jaws and fins. Then the Bright Extensive Will approaches
with a mighty sword and slays them both." Then, "from the beautiful
skin of Leviathan, He who clothed the man with those furs will
construct canopies to shelter the righteous. They will feast the meat
of Behemoth and Leviathan amid great joy and merriment."
(Artscroll).
While it is true that such tzaddikim worship with vigor, eating meat
and rejoicing in it,1[59] it would be a mistake to assume that, for
them, this activity reflects gluttony or even pleasure in worldly
things per se. That this is not so is alluded to by the word bar in the
phrase shor habar. In that phrase (meaning “ox of the wild”) we
have translated bar as “wild”; more precisely, however, the word
signifies something like, “wide open spaces” or “outer regions.” This
relates it to its other sense, which is “pure,” as in the verse,2[60]
6“One who has clean hands and a pure [bar] heart.”3[61] The idea
being expressed by the Messianic shor habar and its association with
tzaddikim is that, although these saints worship G-d through meat
(shor) and the hot-blooded passion it engenders, they do so in a
manner which is pure and refined (bar). Their intention is to refine
and elevate the physical world and corporeal existence—symbolized
by meat and wine—and unite them with their spiritual source,
similar to the effect of the holiday sacrifices known as shalmei
simchah (“joyous peace-offerings”), which consisted of meat. Their
joy is in G-d, and their passion is inflamed in the performance of His
mitzvos.
These gobbets are made of 5 million diamond facts. There are the 13
Balsam rivers, four hidden, nine revealed that flow through the grass
of the thousand mountains.
Tzaddikim inside Behemoth, Böhme eating the flesh of leviathan,
le géant if it were flesh, whose devotees think they are downloading
light when they travel without their bodies, Bolshies without their
heads, cross into the fabrication. All the water of Jordan flows to that
sea. They think they are liberating the eagle to serve Yankee piracy.
They think that the larcenous claws that burned, and killed cattle all
the way from the concentration camps at Plasmaferesis to the
warehouses where Somoza imprisoned 265 te netzach reconstituted
Jerusalem. Anastasio in Managua might well be the global body, and
Albion in Glastonbury the City of the Emperors Behemeth or below,
in the subterranean tunnels of the Washington Capitol-the
apocalypse of hierophantic earth dictated by demons-- takes out the
trash.
This blockade of a land power by a sea power until both
die and are served at the millenial feast are states in the
war of Gog and Magog. Which began as a conflict
between a “Leviathan” and “Behemoth” of sea and land.
Britain, the naval power or Leviathan, and Germany, the
land power. The feast of the Leviathan-Behemoth upon
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land-tzaddikim is superior to that of sea-tzaddikim. As mentioned
above, the Everlasting did deliberately create the world in physical
form, and He does specifically want us to worship Him in this way.
Spiritual worship alone is well and good, but it just can’t accomplish
That ultimate purpose. That is why the shor habar, in turn, will
elevate the leviathan.
And this is what the Consolation will show the tzaddikim—of
both sorts—through the contest of the leviathan and behemoth in the
Messianic future: that both forms of worship are necessary, and that
they complement one another to form a complete whole.
The Hierophantic Landscapes of a thousand mountains live in an
invisible desert east of Eden. Rabbinic legend describes a great battle
there which will take place between Behemoth and Leviathan at the
end of time: "...they will interlock with one another and eBehemoth
with his horns will gore the fish and Leviathan will leap to meet him
with his jaws and fins. Then the Bright Extensive Will approaches
with a mighty sword and slays them both." Then, "from the beautiful
skin of Leviathan, He who clothed the man with those furs will
construct canopies to shelter the righteous. They will feast the meat
of Behemoth and Leviathan amid great joy and merriment."
(Artscroll).
While it is true that such tzaddikim worship with vigor, eating meat
and rejoicing in it,1[59] it would be a mistake to assume that, for
them, this activity reflects gluttony or even pleasure in worldly
things per se. That this is not so is alluded to by the word bar in the
phrase shor habar. In that phrase (meaning “ox of the wild”) we
have translated bar as “wild”; more precisely, however, the word
signifies something like, “wide open spaces” or “outer regions.” This
relates it to its other sense, which is “pure,” as in the verse,2[60]
6“One who has clean hands and a pure [bar] heart.”3[61] The idea
being expressed by the Messianic shor habar and its association with
tzaddikim is that, although these saints worship G-d through meat
(shor) and the hot-blooded passion it engenders, they do so in a
manner which is pure and refined (bar). Their intention is to refine
and elevate the physical world and corporeal existence—symbolized
by meat and wine—and unite them with their spiritual source,
similar to the effect of the holiday sacrifices known as shalmei
simchah (“joyous peace-offerings”), which consisted of meat. Their
joy is in G-d, and their passion is inflamed in the performance of His
mitzvos.
These gobbets are made of 5 million diamond facts. There are the 13
Balsam rivers, four hidden, nine revealed that flow through the grass
of the thousand mountains.
Tzaddikim inside Behemoth, Böhme eating the flesh of leviathan,
le géant if it were flesh, whose devotees think they are downloading
light when they travel without their bodies, Bolshies without their
heads, cross into the fabrication. All the water of Jordan flows to that
sea. They think they are liberating the eagle to serve Yankee piracy.
They think that the larcenous claws that burned, and killed cattle all
the way from the concentration camps at Plasmaferesis to the
warehouses where Somoza imprisoned 265 te netzach reconstituted
Jerusalem. Anastasio in Managua might well be the global body, and
Albion in Glastonbury the City of the Emperors Behemeth or below,
in the subterranean tunnels of the Washington Capitol-the
apocalypse of hierophantic earth dictated by demons-- takes out the
trash.
This blockade of a land power by a sea power until both
die and are served at the millenial feast are states in the
war of Gog and Magog. Which began as a conflict
between a “Leviathan” and “Behemoth” of sea and land.
Britain, the naval power or Leviathan, and Germany, the
land power. The feast of the Leviathan-Behemoth upon
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apocalypse (historic aspect), state of emergency (legality)
and sovereignty (politics), at the penultimate most, second
to One, that important work called “Political Theology”:
“Who is sovereign? Beast or Rider? He who declares the
state of emergency.” apocalyptic struggle between Gog
and Armilus, between the Ishmaelites and Christians, into
the struggle of the (Christian) West and the (Muslim)
terror history of catastrophism of an Israeli submarine at
sea, or one of a fleet of five German-made submarines,
which answers to the nameplate navire géant “Leviathan”.
Beyond the walls torture is not conducted in isolated cells but in
specially constructed zoos, cages piled on cages, built with many
compartments, one for a big cat and the other for political prisoners,
dozens, hundreds, and more who spend days, nights and months
locked up with lions, panthers, jaguars in this garden of the modern
Borgias, where innocent children would enter with their toys and
dolls to watch men up in their cages with the beasts. That is the
hierophantic landscape where young alligators churn out
columns and editorials pass government censors. It is also to
confirm what has just been stated, that the souls (archetypes) of
Israel are chaste and holy, but (behemoth) the (bestial) souls of the
unenlightened scorpions stand up like white asses in the White
House.
Colonists between deeps determine to call
it earth out of habit, a solid miracle of the
huge ocean that surrounds. The organs of
sense perception are scattered about its
limbs where they hold conversations about
death to become water but from water
comes soul. Ocean has a hand to be moving
8alone but someone else has a part of its
body, some Anton Schmid with the same
pain to view.
A rock collecting itself, preceding the made, made in the making,
found after breaking, shuttle and spindle, should there be time
longer, that flowed so far it found flat land, if then, then now, a
convenience for those who talk, no time, a Scot, not to deny,
merely to say, certainly not thank you for saying is good because
its mind was bent on that alone. What's your problem anyway?
Lobate scarps we should say of its cooling. Blanketed ejecta of
miners, dwarves, Nibelungs bulge at center drunk Mercator. Pat
a cake and put it pitty crater rims. Then the ball will come.
We ourselves along the canals, where the
houses the plight of the colony believe it is
crude polygonal struts. Ring the bells and bury scarabs, joust
with road kill, chollas, spines and pads.
The spongy mammet!
That hasty-witted codpiece!
fen-sucked pigeon-egg!
muddy-mottled punk!
prick-eared pignut!
moldwarp!
Confusion made this masterpiece! old dying new
cannot be born.
In this interregnum a great variety of morbid
symptoms appear. Cube 3D printer, cube saturn
satan, black synthetic digital programmable matter,
a beast made of technological transmutation of
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and sovereignty (politics), at the penultimate most, second
to One, that important work called “Political Theology”:
“Who is sovereign? Beast or Rider? He who declares the
state of emergency.” apocalyptic struggle between Gog
and Armilus, between the Ishmaelites and Christians, into
the struggle of the (Christian) West and the (Muslim)
terror history of catastrophism of an Israeli submarine at
sea, or one of a fleet of five German-made submarines,
which answers to the nameplate navire géant “Leviathan”.
Beyond the walls torture is not conducted in isolated cells but in
specially constructed zoos, cages piled on cages, built with many
compartments, one for a big cat and the other for political prisoners,
dozens, hundreds, and more who spend days, nights and months
locked up with lions, panthers, jaguars in this garden of the modern
Borgias, where innocent children would enter with their toys and
dolls to watch men up in their cages with the beasts. That is the
hierophantic landscape where young alligators churn out
columns and editorials pass government censors. It is also to
confirm what has just been stated, that the souls (archetypes) of
Israel are chaste and holy, but (behemoth) the (bestial) souls of the
unenlightened scorpions stand up like white asses in the White
House.
Colonists between deeps determine to call
it earth out of habit, a solid miracle of the
huge ocean that surrounds. The organs of
sense perception are scattered about its
limbs where they hold conversations about
death to become water but from water
comes soul. Ocean has a hand to be moving
8alone but someone else has a part of its
body, some Anton Schmid with the same
pain to view.
A rock collecting itself, preceding the made, made in the making,
found after breaking, shuttle and spindle, should there be time
longer, that flowed so far it found flat land, if then, then now, a
convenience for those who talk, no time, a Scot, not to deny,
merely to say, certainly not thank you for saying is good because
its mind was bent on that alone. What's your problem anyway?
Lobate scarps we should say of its cooling. Blanketed ejecta of
miners, dwarves, Nibelungs bulge at center drunk Mercator. Pat
a cake and put it pitty crater rims. Then the ball will come.
We ourselves along the canals, where the
houses the plight of the colony believe it is
crude polygonal struts. Ring the bells and bury scarabs, joust
with road kill, chollas, spines and pads.
The spongy mammet!
That hasty-witted codpiece!
fen-sucked pigeon-egg!
muddy-mottled punk!
prick-eared pignut!
moldwarp!
Confusion made this masterpiece! old dying new
cannot be born.
In this interregnum a great variety of morbid
symptoms appear. Cube 3D printer, cube saturn
satan, black synthetic digital programmable matter,
a beast made of technological transmutation of
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metals to gold Youtube, digital organic transhuman
vessels, the beast that comes out of the bottomless
pit emerges in digital air, destroying and changing
the temple of God, synthetic genomics, DNA world
and digital world interchangeable god vessels
(Craig Venter) reengineering the genome in a more
logical fashion! Defraging the genome, Nicolson
1968. Reprogrammable sprayed nano particle chem
trails. Now is the time of a tautological self-
prophecy announcing ipsology, pluralization of the
self through a narcissism of the other.
This contradiction of colony is they jump on a chair and hold the
map upside down. Who can journey through? The water wars
against the pot and global contraction. To fight the dripping pan and
explode at will, a dish clout founded with the Giga Dish on the one
hand and Titan on its cobalt hole in another is a Bilbao fish story
conjuring fanciful and woeful associations with windmills, sagas
and inventions of story-tellers on both sides of the Atlantic.
Architecture the city as fish . . . and the world as fish. You could
look at the project as being about the idea of the world as whale.
Susan had been dead about forty hours, and had started to
decompose, Sue-Bathing inside the rotten stomachs is believed to
have started in Eden, years before this, for the warmth and
fumes generated by the rotting carcass had healing properties.
While the interior of the carcass still retains a little warmth a
hole is put through one side of the body sufficiently large to
admit the patient, the lower part of whose body from the feet to
the waist should sink in the whale's intestines, leaving the head,
of course, outside the aperture.
10"The latter is closed up as closely as possible, otherwise the
patient would not be able to breathe through the volume of
ammoniacal gases which would escape from every opening left
uncovered.
It is these gases, which are of an overpowering and atrocious
odor, that bring about the cure, so the whalemen say. Sometimes
the patient cannot stand this horrible bath for more than an
hour, and has to be lifted out in a fainting condition, to undergo
a second, third, or perhaps fourth course on that or the following
day."
Baleen whales (Mysticeti) straddling the flank of the river,
ethereally reflected through metalic and aqueous surfaces,
evoking majesty and freedom of the deep sea far away, but also
with all that history have endowed the Leviathan. Pitch, fat, and
hair boiled together and made into cakes were put into the
mouth of Leviathan.
Programmable matter is a digital slavering of
computation, sensing, actuation, and display as
continuous properties active over its whole extent.
Programmable matter would have many exciting
applications, like paintable displays, shape-
changing robots and tools, rapid prototyping, and
sculpture-based interfaces. Programmable matter
would be composed of millimeter-scale
autonomous microsystem particles, without internal
moving parts, bound by electromagnetic forces in
an adhesive binder.
II. Transposition
Why it should be called a new Philadelphia must be from their hope
of deliverance from what they feared. The same as in the old, and in
11
vessels, the beast that comes out of the bottomless
pit emerges in digital air, destroying and changing
the temple of God, synthetic genomics, DNA world
and digital world interchangeable god vessels
(Craig Venter) reengineering the genome in a more
logical fashion! Defraging the genome, Nicolson
1968. Reprogrammable sprayed nano particle chem
trails. Now is the time of a tautological self-
prophecy announcing ipsology, pluralization of the
self through a narcissism of the other.
This contradiction of colony is they jump on a chair and hold the
map upside down. Who can journey through? The water wars
against the pot and global contraction. To fight the dripping pan and
explode at will, a dish clout founded with the Giga Dish on the one
hand and Titan on its cobalt hole in another is a Bilbao fish story
conjuring fanciful and woeful associations with windmills, sagas
and inventions of story-tellers on both sides of the Atlantic.
Architecture the city as fish . . . and the world as fish. You could
look at the project as being about the idea of the world as whale.
Susan had been dead about forty hours, and had started to
decompose, Sue-Bathing inside the rotten stomachs is believed to
have started in Eden, years before this, for the warmth and
fumes generated by the rotting carcass had healing properties.
While the interior of the carcass still retains a little warmth a
hole is put through one side of the body sufficiently large to
admit the patient, the lower part of whose body from the feet to
the waist should sink in the whale's intestines, leaving the head,
of course, outside the aperture.
10"The latter is closed up as closely as possible, otherwise the
patient would not be able to breathe through the volume of
ammoniacal gases which would escape from every opening left
uncovered.
It is these gases, which are of an overpowering and atrocious
odor, that bring about the cure, so the whalemen say. Sometimes
the patient cannot stand this horrible bath for more than an
hour, and has to be lifted out in a fainting condition, to undergo
a second, third, or perhaps fourth course on that or the following
day."
Baleen whales (Mysticeti) straddling the flank of the river,
ethereally reflected through metalic and aqueous surfaces,
evoking majesty and freedom of the deep sea far away, but also
with all that history have endowed the Leviathan. Pitch, fat, and
hair boiled together and made into cakes were put into the
mouth of Leviathan.
Programmable matter is a digital slavering of
computation, sensing, actuation, and display as
continuous properties active over its whole extent.
Programmable matter would have many exciting
applications, like paintable displays, shape-
changing robots and tools, rapid prototyping, and
sculpture-based interfaces. Programmable matter
would be composed of millimeter-scale
autonomous microsystem particles, without internal
moving parts, bound by electromagnetic forces in
an adhesive binder.
II. Transposition
Why it should be called a new Philadelphia must be from their hope
of deliverance from what they feared. The same as in the old, and in
11
all places, peoples and times, escape from atrocity, murder,
starvation. They more and more put their hopes in organs outside
themselves, which externals were the state owned and run security of
Homeland and such. In a pretty short time these systems had
evolved sophisticated measures.
In the midst of these the Baptists concerned themselves with the
land even though they used the waters for their sacred rite, but
they lived upon the land, so we may associate them with Beo who
so ravaged the withered herbs and consumed beasts and birds
that in the land of peace that Philadelphia altered, they were
wearied. Then what could they do in the swelling of Jordan?
Christi si Odysseus argue Clement of Alexandria and Augustine
and the Odyssey an account of Christian progress. Homer
reproduces events form the OT, Gerald Croese says, employs
Hebrew syntax, -Michael beausang of Thuringia.
There were groups of water Baptists and
water mystics or so it may have seemed to an
onlooker in the last of these three hundred
years. Each of these generics contained a
mixture of beings in their ultimate
allegiances, one to Yahu, who promised
wisdom and the other to Leviathan who did
as well. Both thought they were reliving
elements of the Odyssey, descendents into
hell or hades let us say, signature of that hero.
In the beginning their obtuse
recommendations were as confusing as
scruples against geese. They excitedly
12questioned each others nerve. But the five
microcosms did not notice either set of
believers.
Since the mystics were predominant, Leviathan was invited,
which introduced extreme oddities of topography. The majority
in that town patterned their lives and homes after this sea
monster they saw in the stars and in the cosmos, if not actually
in the sea, casting omens of earth and fire and trying to foretell
the future, for all the good it did them. They sacrificed to
Poseidon right out of the Greek, so though they believed a child
was born pure and innocent if it was not scrupled to live among
tens of millions in the womb.
These contrasted with the harbor seal Baptists as they were
called, who would begin speaking along the jetties and walk with
their eyes closed and go so long that even after their audience
had long departed they kept up their antiphonies. They anointed
themselves elders in a Council of Watchers to oppose the
intrusion of Nephilim, their so called nemesis from the sky as
much as Leviathan was the mystic nemesis from the sea.
Bein' a Not Bein' democrat outside existence says, "anybody
sometime sums it up they kill it." Flop wu-wei back on Chuang
Chou where we combat a moth: Mr. Phang wing cloud! A flyin'
mountain fish changed to a bird "rouses itself," and transports to the
pool of heaven, meaning South Ocean. Look inside, it's a bird or a
man or a plant. It's a yarrow tree with breeze fields that quiver in its
beams. It's a horse. It's a tortoise! Molecules of dust crackle with
crocs that inhabit the other worlds but come here when other species
lose.
Cedar branches shoot right up when I learn this. I couldn't sit still. At
the back, in Vol. II, my friends were waiting, not just the crocs, but
the tortoise and yarrow, the skull and mugwort stump, sheep, cicada,
the singing goose, and pastures of spring shells of luminous
unembodied multi-form white Elderica colts. Weigh that pig, paunch
13
starvation. They more and more put their hopes in organs outside
themselves, which externals were the state owned and run security of
Homeland and such. In a pretty short time these systems had
evolved sophisticated measures.
In the midst of these the Baptists concerned themselves with the
land even though they used the waters for their sacred rite, but
they lived upon the land, so we may associate them with Beo who
so ravaged the withered herbs and consumed beasts and birds
that in the land of peace that Philadelphia altered, they were
wearied. Then what could they do in the swelling of Jordan?
Christi si Odysseus argue Clement of Alexandria and Augustine
and the Odyssey an account of Christian progress. Homer
reproduces events form the OT, Gerald Croese says, employs
Hebrew syntax, -Michael beausang of Thuringia.
There were groups of water Baptists and
water mystics or so it may have seemed to an
onlooker in the last of these three hundred
years. Each of these generics contained a
mixture of beings in their ultimate
allegiances, one to Yahu, who promised
wisdom and the other to Leviathan who did
as well. Both thought they were reliving
elements of the Odyssey, descendents into
hell or hades let us say, signature of that hero.
In the beginning their obtuse
recommendations were as confusing as
scruples against geese. They excitedly
12questioned each others nerve. But the five
microcosms did not notice either set of
believers.
Since the mystics were predominant, Leviathan was invited,
which introduced extreme oddities of topography. The majority
in that town patterned their lives and homes after this sea
monster they saw in the stars and in the cosmos, if not actually
in the sea, casting omens of earth and fire and trying to foretell
the future, for all the good it did them. They sacrificed to
Poseidon right out of the Greek, so though they believed a child
was born pure and innocent if it was not scrupled to live among
tens of millions in the womb.
These contrasted with the harbor seal Baptists as they were
called, who would begin speaking along the jetties and walk with
their eyes closed and go so long that even after their audience
had long departed they kept up their antiphonies. They anointed
themselves elders in a Council of Watchers to oppose the
intrusion of Nephilim, their so called nemesis from the sky as
much as Leviathan was the mystic nemesis from the sea.
Bein' a Not Bein' democrat outside existence says, "anybody
sometime sums it up they kill it." Flop wu-wei back on Chuang
Chou where we combat a moth: Mr. Phang wing cloud! A flyin'
mountain fish changed to a bird "rouses itself," and transports to the
pool of heaven, meaning South Ocean. Look inside, it's a bird or a
man or a plant. It's a yarrow tree with breeze fields that quiver in its
beams. It's a horse. It's a tortoise! Molecules of dust crackle with
crocs that inhabit the other worlds but come here when other species
lose.
Cedar branches shoot right up when I learn this. I couldn't sit still. At
the back, in Vol. II, my friends were waiting, not just the crocs, but
the tortoise and yarrow, the skull and mugwort stump, sheep, cicada,
the singing goose, and pastures of spring shells of luminous
unembodied multi-form white Elderica colts. Weigh that pig, paunch
13
and hoof, you weasel. Know the kind, the jack of all trades that
mastered the mind.
Mr. Big Phang figured Wind among the first suspects. We confirmed
this through independent study with Detective Lighthouse. Wind like
water (I, 2) in the matter of their contention, wind is greater than
water! The argument that if it "be not great it will not support great
wings," on the back of Mr. blue sky Phang. He flies south. Offended
cicada and little dove think it super how Phang flew. But Phang
didn't have to pound grain at night for dinner like them. I'm only
giving here the facts as they are known just as they call Leviathan a
demotic midfish, but we can't stop to explain literature.
They made a sign on Leviathan 55 North:
Derrida Leave Earth!
But it was not with gas
or teeth impaled on a bridge,
it was that big,
but by shouting,
arms waved, hands raised,
“El Señor, El Señor, our life is but a vapor.”
Baptist women were called spiritual virgins
as a symbol of their expected deliverance
from this threat, whole congregation
considered themselves as a Rachel seeking to
become pregnant and to bear the awakening
of the colonies. Rachel's delivery was to be
that awakening that in fifty years became a
colony.
I don't know that a little back story won't help, as long as it's fiction.
Fictional explanation of symbol, is the kind of thing that came to be
called the rehabilitation of myth. Collective remembrance and
14recognition that encumber primary biological and social
confrontations are the self perceptions in the history of man. The
mere fact they say man tells us something. It is not about man at all,
or rather the human, but, and here is where the thing gets sticky and
why we call it fiction, all of this myth, confined just to the Greek,
but you may go far and wide, is not about man at all but something
else. They have taken to calling it multidimensional, used to call it
alien, but the point is that whatever it is it convinced the man, the
human, that it was it. A nice parley to I Am Who Am don’t you
think? Does that make sense? It was it, is was is, is is is? So
convincing that psychological symbolic interpretation of myth,
separated from religion
became philosophy but with a mystical import. But it wasn't man at
all. What was it? A multidimensional conspiracy, ho, ho, ho. must
start with the gnostics neoimplantplatonists and confirm Francis
Bacon until all Jung is what say so.
Insomma, da tutto ciò che si Š quest' opera ragionato, Š
da finalmente conchiudersi che questa Scienza porta
indivisiblmente seco lo studio della piet..., e che, se non
siesi pio, non si può daddovero esser saggio
[To sum up, from all that has been set forth in this work, it is
to be finally concluded that this science carries inseparably
with it the study of piety, and that he who is not pious cannot
be truly wise.]
The fables of antiquity had always been present as
decorations in the salons of upper classes when Bacon
thought Greek myths allegorized primordial reality, that
the truth of myth lay beyond myth itself which was only a
later ornamentation (mali, 142) invented by priests and poets
for the expression of some truth masked in the ornament
(Michel de Certeau, la fable mystique
New World Encounters By Stephen Greenblatt).
15
mastered the mind.
Mr. Big Phang figured Wind among the first suspects. We confirmed
this through independent study with Detective Lighthouse. Wind like
water (I, 2) in the matter of their contention, wind is greater than
water! The argument that if it "be not great it will not support great
wings," on the back of Mr. blue sky Phang. He flies south. Offended
cicada and little dove think it super how Phang flew. But Phang
didn't have to pound grain at night for dinner like them. I'm only
giving here the facts as they are known just as they call Leviathan a
demotic midfish, but we can't stop to explain literature.
They made a sign on Leviathan 55 North:
Derrida Leave Earth!
But it was not with gas
or teeth impaled on a bridge,
it was that big,
but by shouting,
arms waved, hands raised,
“El Señor, El Señor, our life is but a vapor.”
Baptist women were called spiritual virgins
as a symbol of their expected deliverance
from this threat, whole congregation
considered themselves as a Rachel seeking to
become pregnant and to bear the awakening
of the colonies. Rachel's delivery was to be
that awakening that in fifty years became a
colony.
I don't know that a little back story won't help, as long as it's fiction.
Fictional explanation of symbol, is the kind of thing that came to be
called the rehabilitation of myth. Collective remembrance and
14recognition that encumber primary biological and social
confrontations are the self perceptions in the history of man. The
mere fact they say man tells us something. It is not about man at all,
or rather the human, but, and here is where the thing gets sticky and
why we call it fiction, all of this myth, confined just to the Greek,
but you may go far and wide, is not about man at all but something
else. They have taken to calling it multidimensional, used to call it
alien, but the point is that whatever it is it convinced the man, the
human, that it was it. A nice parley to I Am Who Am don’t you
think? Does that make sense? It was it, is was is, is is is? So
convincing that psychological symbolic interpretation of myth,
separated from religion
became philosophy but with a mystical import. But it wasn't man at
all. What was it? A multidimensional conspiracy, ho, ho, ho. must
start with the gnostics neoimplantplatonists and confirm Francis
Bacon until all Jung is what say so.
Insomma, da tutto ciò che si Š quest' opera ragionato, Š
da finalmente conchiudersi che questa Scienza porta
indivisiblmente seco lo studio della piet..., e che, se non
siesi pio, non si può daddovero esser saggio
[To sum up, from all that has been set forth in this work, it is
to be finally concluded that this science carries inseparably
with it the study of piety, and that he who is not pious cannot
be truly wise.]
The fables of antiquity had always been present as
decorations in the salons of upper classes when Bacon
thought Greek myths allegorized primordial reality, that
the truth of myth lay beyond myth itself which was only a
later ornamentation (mali, 142) invented by priests and poets
for the expression of some truth masked in the ornament
(Michel de Certeau, la fable mystique
New World Encounters By Stephen Greenblatt).
15
A nd just at the moment that the Chyld should
come to the wilderness, just then, while all the
rest wait for leviathan, this new born came
among the slaughter of innocens.
If you see beliefs in innocence drowned when
farmers praise their manure piles and the one-eyed
tarry in barns and pray to their pigs, the colonies
attracted all the greatest extremes. Baptists
intoning highest prayers of suffering, not that
they should avoid it but that it should come that
they would share in the universal pain like
mystical Dominicans.
It frustrated all latter histories that Baptists
should be as much near the waters as that
Leviathan should be coming up in house and
home. Up the hillside in caves not so sharp, the
precipice hermits built log tabernacles that were
also planetariums upon the Brow, which novel
planetariums could see the One who loves
goodness to allow his friends, good people not
constantly to suffer. But for this reason he could
not easily allow his friends ever to be without
suffering since they could suffer without
suffering, but do you see that this was the
woman in the wilderness spoken of again and
again as the colonies were swept in complete
revolt.
16Followed by revisions and forgetfulness, if not of facts,
that spirit that produced those times was lost to memory,
remembered in differing versions of what had been, which
continued in the present streets and on the beaches of
Mabinogians when they sought leviathan, so far unknown
to their predecessors imagined. One memorable visited
upon the ocean a vow that if he came to land would lead a
different life, but being revived and seeing land wished
always to remain on water freed of himself attained.
This repetition of different forms brought their civilization
such change as made unrecognizable to elders the present
in which they lived and to youth the time and place from
which they came unimagined. Leaders of this people were
waves upon the shore, breaking-in periods various as the
rhythm of currents, ocean, storms.
We find their driftwood, seaweed, shells, crustaceans and
occasional perilous whales dumbfounded by what water
became.
If most histories of this time mislead by personality,
presidents, entertainers, we see the wave that washed itself
away on land that leaves the product of a billion billion
cells.
These you can see upland in those hay meadows where
these ideas come in. So much anonymous became
collective that pseudonymous became murderous out of
greed.
Elamite Journals of Millennium
17
come to the wilderness, just then, while all the
rest wait for leviathan, this new born came
among the slaughter of innocens.
If you see beliefs in innocence drowned when
farmers praise their manure piles and the one-eyed
tarry in barns and pray to their pigs, the colonies
attracted all the greatest extremes. Baptists
intoning highest prayers of suffering, not that
they should avoid it but that it should come that
they would share in the universal pain like
mystical Dominicans.
It frustrated all latter histories that Baptists
should be as much near the waters as that
Leviathan should be coming up in house and
home. Up the hillside in caves not so sharp, the
precipice hermits built log tabernacles that were
also planetariums upon the Brow, which novel
planetariums could see the One who loves
goodness to allow his friends, good people not
constantly to suffer. But for this reason he could
not easily allow his friends ever to be without
suffering since they could suffer without
suffering, but do you see that this was the
woman in the wilderness spoken of again and
again as the colonies were swept in complete
revolt.
16Followed by revisions and forgetfulness, if not of facts,
that spirit that produced those times was lost to memory,
remembered in differing versions of what had been, which
continued in the present streets and on the beaches of
Mabinogians when they sought leviathan, so far unknown
to their predecessors imagined. One memorable visited
upon the ocean a vow that if he came to land would lead a
different life, but being revived and seeing land wished
always to remain on water freed of himself attained.
This repetition of different forms brought their civilization
such change as made unrecognizable to elders the present
in which they lived and to youth the time and place from
which they came unimagined. Leaders of this people were
waves upon the shore, breaking-in periods various as the
rhythm of currents, ocean, storms.
We find their driftwood, seaweed, shells, crustaceans and
occasional perilous whales dumbfounded by what water
became.
If most histories of this time mislead by personality,
presidents, entertainers, we see the wave that washed itself
away on land that leaves the product of a billion billion
cells.
These you can see upland in those hay meadows where
these ideas come in. So much anonymous became
collective that pseudonymous became murderous out of
greed.
Elamite Journals of Millennium
17
hauling pillars and high arched roof
ribs blunt and thunder-proof
followers to its whirlpool fall
that drinks up seas, and eats up all.
Jostle islands, shake firm rock
From its flail-finned steel-beak locks.
In other words, weather-altered culture changed in about
60 years. You didn’t have to be an intellectual to know it,
just look at the physique of the 1/3 morbidly obese. Iron
City beer never looked so good or the Iron Age of Ovid
beside these Experiments.
From Colonia Rescue II
The anshei shem who live here, men of renown, men of
names, men of words skilled in persuasion if inwardly void
are giants in knowledge who gave their secrets to gain
power over us.
Daimon means intelligence which hierarchical structure of
their world implied a pyramid of superiors with special
esoteric knowledge. Obviously their architectures evidence
occupation millions of years before the human, but special
endowments made them their superior, had they been
faithful as they were not. Since not vulnerable to the
control of these giants of knowledge war has since waged
against the human by the invention of civilization and its
institutions of history, religion, government, science, art,
all false, all subverted by the anshei shem. The conduct of
this present and greater and less perpetrate this structure.
20The notes call the New Philadelphians Mabinogians, or
Mabinogs from the early literature of the Welsh, probably
because these come closest to the simultaneous perception
of both worlds. Physical angelic intelligences, hybrid men,
literal giants, whatever you call part angelic were part
immortal. They taught the arts of war and magic, predicted
programming from Einstein to Spielberg, to destroy the
human creation intended to supplant them.
New Philadelphia inferred to the planet, hemisphere
perhaps, what looks like the old, in our eyes who settled
there. We all discover what we already are. But whether
moon or Mars there were many colonies.
New Philadelphia is a harbor below a range of surrounding
hills, a little like old Rio. The settlements took on
themselves mythological status. Some believed they were
living out the Odyssey of Homer. The fisherman did not in
the slightest care but sought only nearness to the sea.
Captivated by salt air, storms and waves they made every
invocation to zepher and gods ancient Greeks made, but
simultaneously were joined by that influx of pietists from
an entirely different time as the old Philadelphia saw,
groups with differing and violent severance from each
other. with their own theologies generally called Baptist.
These two population fought for space against the anshei
shem in their nefarious or innocent rituals in the harbor and
along the beaches. The cliffs above looked a lot like the
coasts celebrated by the painters of Catterline and Prouts
Neck. Any captain slumped in his boat with his face hung
over the water jar looking up from the sea to the
21
ribs blunt and thunder-proof
followers to its whirlpool fall
that drinks up seas, and eats up all.
Jostle islands, shake firm rock
From its flail-finned steel-beak locks.
In other words, weather-altered culture changed in about
60 years. You didn’t have to be an intellectual to know it,
just look at the physique of the 1/3 morbidly obese. Iron
City beer never looked so good or the Iron Age of Ovid
beside these Experiments.
From Colonia Rescue II
The anshei shem who live here, men of renown, men of
names, men of words skilled in persuasion if inwardly void
are giants in knowledge who gave their secrets to gain
power over us.
Daimon means intelligence which hierarchical structure of
their world implied a pyramid of superiors with special
esoteric knowledge. Obviously their architectures evidence
occupation millions of years before the human, but special
endowments made them their superior, had they been
faithful as they were not. Since not vulnerable to the
control of these giants of knowledge war has since waged
against the human by the invention of civilization and its
institutions of history, religion, government, science, art,
all false, all subverted by the anshei shem. The conduct of
this present and greater and less perpetrate this structure.
20The notes call the New Philadelphians Mabinogians, or
Mabinogs from the early literature of the Welsh, probably
because these come closest to the simultaneous perception
of both worlds. Physical angelic intelligences, hybrid men,
literal giants, whatever you call part angelic were part
immortal. They taught the arts of war and magic, predicted
programming from Einstein to Spielberg, to destroy the
human creation intended to supplant them.
New Philadelphia inferred to the planet, hemisphere
perhaps, what looks like the old, in our eyes who settled
there. We all discover what we already are. But whether
moon or Mars there were many colonies.
New Philadelphia is a harbor below a range of surrounding
hills, a little like old Rio. The settlements took on
themselves mythological status. Some believed they were
living out the Odyssey of Homer. The fisherman did not in
the slightest care but sought only nearness to the sea.
Captivated by salt air, storms and waves they made every
invocation to zepher and gods ancient Greeks made, but
simultaneously were joined by that influx of pietists from
an entirely different time as the old Philadelphia saw,
groups with differing and violent severance from each
other. with their own theologies generally called Baptist.
These two population fought for space against the anshei
shem in their nefarious or innocent rituals in the harbor and
along the beaches. The cliffs above looked a lot like the
coasts celebrated by the painters of Catterline and Prouts
Neck. Any captain slumped in his boat with his face hung
over the water jar looking up from the sea to the
21
shouldered bluffs above would see a promontory as white
as a whale, where a snow hill was seen in the air.
The old was refuge from persecution that got tortured and
killed. The new fled for its own sake what it brought along.
The tail got wet with government and religion, government
to blame a multitude of sins, religion to cover. These falls
from grace and into grace shared the pilgrims with the old
and new except for the externalization of hierarchy above
that boasted "I summoned metalepsis," I rewrought
Kenosis, I called apophrades.”
The highest Faustus compliment was that he was
possessed, the difficulty of living in two worlds at once,
spiritual and physical. Of course the old did not see
directly into the spiritual as was required in the New, for
all the back places had emerged and one was as likely to
see a robber as a friend, which is a nice way of saying that
the Adversary took all these forms in the physical and
spiritual, so also did the Friend.
We use these euphemisms to soften the blow of
recognition that is everywhere plain once the vision has
been sifted. To resort to echoes of stories of our home in
the past, widening it to include many times and places, all
the imaginations of those times give familiar occupation to
living in a land where myth is as real as a government that
required ship lists and oaths of allegiance. In these myths
were enacted too, requiring not the signing of papers and
giving of occupations and intent maybe, requiring in some
measure that those who lived there be faithful and give
true allegiance to his present Majesty, not King George the
Second, but Leviathan, who like King George, they never
22saw or would see, but who nonetheless acted upon them, in
this not too abstruse dogma of piscine theology.
We wrestle night and day upon these prolegomena to our
own myths that the anshei shem instigated in civilization
by constant rapine violence of their bad temper, even
masked with smiles, inbreeding Intelligences of half
immortal disembodied spirits of giants when killed.
Whether these are reptiles cannot be said if reptiles
broadcast a force field that makes them look human.
Science, history, government, literature are likewise force
fields of predictive programs shouted for effect.
That illusion of myth elite science hid visible giants in
order to seduce the political/biological systems so the
human would not know it was in a war against the past.
What if there are beings here not human? What's in the
texts? A double dentured, six fingered/toed
palooka descended from the Sumerian putative true owners
and creators of human earth! Critics say anything if you
pay them. Anshei shem standins engineered this fantasy
and every million year old ET serpent under the flower and
its the invisibility.
Imagine poor Anshei corrupted by an even worse force as
the nubbin of the problem. But since elite's have the D-
Wave, Space Fence and Cyclotron Resonance, what holds
them back? They hide among the leaders of the earth.
Soros or Rockefeller with seven heart transplants rule to
suppress the human interloper. They are not human. That
should be said. That Man should have dominion of the
23
as a whale, where a snow hill was seen in the air.
The old was refuge from persecution that got tortured and
killed. The new fled for its own sake what it brought along.
The tail got wet with government and religion, government
to blame a multitude of sins, religion to cover. These falls
from grace and into grace shared the pilgrims with the old
and new except for the externalization of hierarchy above
that boasted "I summoned metalepsis," I rewrought
Kenosis, I called apophrades.”
The highest Faustus compliment was that he was
possessed, the difficulty of living in two worlds at once,
spiritual and physical. Of course the old did not see
directly into the spiritual as was required in the New, for
all the back places had emerged and one was as likely to
see a robber as a friend, which is a nice way of saying that
the Adversary took all these forms in the physical and
spiritual, so also did the Friend.
We use these euphemisms to soften the blow of
recognition that is everywhere plain once the vision has
been sifted. To resort to echoes of stories of our home in
the past, widening it to include many times and places, all
the imaginations of those times give familiar occupation to
living in a land where myth is as real as a government that
required ship lists and oaths of allegiance. In these myths
were enacted too, requiring not the signing of papers and
giving of occupations and intent maybe, requiring in some
measure that those who lived there be faithful and give
true allegiance to his present Majesty, not King George the
Second, but Leviathan, who like King George, they never
22saw or would see, but who nonetheless acted upon them, in
this not too abstruse dogma of piscine theology.
We wrestle night and day upon these prolegomena to our
own myths that the anshei shem instigated in civilization
by constant rapine violence of their bad temper, even
masked with smiles, inbreeding Intelligences of half
immortal disembodied spirits of giants when killed.
Whether these are reptiles cannot be said if reptiles
broadcast a force field that makes them look human.
Science, history, government, literature are likewise force
fields of predictive programs shouted for effect.
That illusion of myth elite science hid visible giants in
order to seduce the political/biological systems so the
human would not know it was in a war against the past.
What if there are beings here not human? What's in the
texts? A double dentured, six fingered/toed
palooka descended from the Sumerian putative true owners
and creators of human earth! Critics say anything if you
pay them. Anshei shem standins engineered this fantasy
and every million year old ET serpent under the flower and
its the invisibility.
Imagine poor Anshei corrupted by an even worse force as
the nubbin of the problem. But since elite's have the D-
Wave, Space Fence and Cyclotron Resonance, what holds
them back? They hide among the leaders of the earth.
Soros or Rockefeller with seven heart transplants rule to
suppress the human interloper. They are not human. That
should be said. That Man should have dominion of the
23
earth upsets their tender heart. The Sumerians of Oxford
pretend the text-forged tablets to hide that on a certain day
the weakest among us will be as David and David like the
angel. The LORD strong and mighty, the LORD mighty in
battle is bad news for Theomachy.
Followed by revisions and forgetfulness of those times lost
to memory, differing versions were remembered of what
had been continued in the streets and on the beaches where
Mabinogians sought Leviathan unknown. They visited
upon the ocean a vow that if it came to land they would
lead different lives.
Revived and seeing land after they wished always to
remain on water freed of taint, different forms of their
civilization made unrecognizable to elders the present in
which they lived and to the youth their time and place was
unimagined. Waves upon the shore breaking in periods as
the rhythm of currents, ocean, storms, driftwood, seaweed,
shells, crustaceans and occasional perilous whales were
dumbfounded by what water became like histories of this
time mislead by personality, presidents, entertainers. The
wave that washed on land left products of a billion billion
cells.
Not to deny mook Baptists worldwide, and other followers
who leap virulent at the Hemoth dish, down at the leaps,
Leviathan, chief magistrate was unlike any man today.
Were we expect to meet a certain person, as if they were
like a loose anchor snared on a reef, or an approaching
figure that deceitfully took on a familiar garb, the mere
idea of this walking image made an expectation to endow
24it with the appearance of a friend. This may happen true as
well as falsely.
A very slight hint from the eye goes a long way in the
brain of one such peeled naked, and no distance at all in
the brain of the other. Such examples as ship channels dug
into rivers like the Hudson enable Lev's passage further
and further inland. Covert arrangements between ship
channel captains and administrators of Leviathan and Co.,
meaning the fish itself, cooperate with the dredging.
Why not call it a fish or a reptile of some sort which to
continue that progress started by bodies jetting up and
down rivers to zoom through glacial canyons miles out to
sea. This churning happens as if there were racing and
makes for weird weathers of mist inland on both sides, for
surely there is more than one, else how do they breed
climate change, but leave that to the herpetologists.
Figures seen swimming overboard under the waves after
ships have sailed in the normal, unbiased world presume a
vacant mind. Mind familiars act upon this strange color
with something of their own disapproval.
The one deep river that inhabitants avoid has tributaries
where the Lev flows up to Coloni. They are waiting for it
to appear and so named that port for their peculiar humor.
LevBy should not obscure its actual name as Leviathan By
the Sea. Myths spread in this colony as easily as wings of
cloud and fire. We advise to shoot these birds before they
land, but too late in some places. Once the Pishon and
Gihon, lost rivers of Eden, were fine, but now turned
Phlegethon and Lethe, rivers of hell.
25
pretend the text-forged tablets to hide that on a certain day
the weakest among us will be as David and David like the
angel. The LORD strong and mighty, the LORD mighty in
battle is bad news for Theomachy.
Followed by revisions and forgetfulness of those times lost
to memory, differing versions were remembered of what
had been continued in the streets and on the beaches where
Mabinogians sought Leviathan unknown. They visited
upon the ocean a vow that if it came to land they would
lead different lives.
Revived and seeing land after they wished always to
remain on water freed of taint, different forms of their
civilization made unrecognizable to elders the present in
which they lived and to the youth their time and place was
unimagined. Waves upon the shore breaking in periods as
the rhythm of currents, ocean, storms, driftwood, seaweed,
shells, crustaceans and occasional perilous whales were
dumbfounded by what water became like histories of this
time mislead by personality, presidents, entertainers. The
wave that washed on land left products of a billion billion
cells.
Not to deny mook Baptists worldwide, and other followers
who leap virulent at the Hemoth dish, down at the leaps,
Leviathan, chief magistrate was unlike any man today.
Were we expect to meet a certain person, as if they were
like a loose anchor snared on a reef, or an approaching
figure that deceitfully took on a familiar garb, the mere
idea of this walking image made an expectation to endow
24it with the appearance of a friend. This may happen true as
well as falsely.
A very slight hint from the eye goes a long way in the
brain of one such peeled naked, and no distance at all in
the brain of the other. Such examples as ship channels dug
into rivers like the Hudson enable Lev's passage further
and further inland. Covert arrangements between ship
channel captains and administrators of Leviathan and Co.,
meaning the fish itself, cooperate with the dredging.
Why not call it a fish or a reptile of some sort which to
continue that progress started by bodies jetting up and
down rivers to zoom through glacial canyons miles out to
sea. This churning happens as if there were racing and
makes for weird weathers of mist inland on both sides, for
surely there is more than one, else how do they breed
climate change, but leave that to the herpetologists.
Figures seen swimming overboard under the waves after
ships have sailed in the normal, unbiased world presume a
vacant mind. Mind familiars act upon this strange color
with something of their own disapproval.
The one deep river that inhabitants avoid has tributaries
where the Lev flows up to Coloni. They are waiting for it
to appear and so named that port for their peculiar humor.
LevBy should not obscure its actual name as Leviathan By
the Sea. Myths spread in this colony as easily as wings of
cloud and fire. We advise to shoot these birds before they
land, but too late in some places. Once the Pishon and
Gihon, lost rivers of Eden, were fine, but now turned
Phlegethon and Lethe, rivers of hell.
25
Along with naming rivers for mythic times the haptic
French oracle once toasted Old Town LevBy as Leviathan
camouflaged as a fish where marinas and buildings
represented piscine architectures. Not marlin or tarpon,
these structures were bigger than blue whales, contoured
and massed, fins and tusks, metallic surfaces scaled like a
Leviathan Pharaoh, described by their poets as a female
monster of the depths that had the eyeballs of a goat
vertical like a frog. above springs of waters in their temple.
This is all nonsense of course if leviathan is a metaphor of
beast government produced out of shale like oil and gas,
drilled and mined. Who dares call it Casanova's Colon, one
of four beasts that come up from the sea among the shrinks
who cleanse Newtown, or RockaBilloy, or the effigy of
Achilles Arch, makes it a victim or some kind of ward or
minor needing our protection.
To impose ourselves on thrust faults and seize land and
history, the epath of leviathan follows beneath, prospected
by earth and under sea, swimming up aquifers and getting
fracked. Not that this is news to any who read the scientific
papers of genetic machines, MIT, the last greatest covering
the globe. The old world was dying so new monsters grew
said their Jung altered lists of foods, strange government
camps, Blackbox and Red Rover. The thing about
tentacles that reach through land and sea is that they
are digital, electronic and mimic pattern DNA.
If you're going to war Titanomachy against Titans, fallen
angels, Olympian gods, goddesses and anshei shem it's
nice to see how we got to where all that was trusted is now
mistrusted. The less honorific briquitte of the Renowns,
26reptile, keeps the lineage of fallen watcher anshei, giants,
demons in mind. David Icke says we all have some
reptilian. David Wilcock that only 15% suffer so, meaning
himself and everyone who listens to him. News accounts
spread these deceptions over all the upper class meta-
schizo earth. In Greek, meta schematizo means
masquerade, which meta-schizo disguise (meta-schiz-
matizo) where the demons sent into the Gadarene swine
(Mk 5.11)fear exposure below as being sent out of the
space above and between the planes (dimensions).
Even in that segment of the mind of fictional and poetic
forays, parables want to be fair. The choice becomes
however that to be right is to agree with the meliorists that
this is the best of all possible worlds and getting better, but
it is not one in which we can live and work. Presented
with going along or confronting the worst possibilities the
senses alert, chronicled more and more in inklings from
the start, we entertain seriously the notion that the purpose
of the literary scientific establishment is to induce sleep,
indifference and impotence even while bullets are flying. If
a signal is needed from our best and brightest, the
Russians, then let Victor Pelevin's Life of Insects (1993)
serve, for he says businessmen and security agents are
really insects. In any case, these are the warring parties
that occupy the waterways of New Philadelphia where
these ideas come in eviathan archive.
Other oddities of spiritual topography can be known.
Because they had not seen the Lev these buildings take
different shapes of eels, whales, squid, materia proxima,
materia remota materia ultima chapter of perfection among
27
French oracle once toasted Old Town LevBy as Leviathan
camouflaged as a fish where marinas and buildings
represented piscine architectures. Not marlin or tarpon,
these structures were bigger than blue whales, contoured
and massed, fins and tusks, metallic surfaces scaled like a
Leviathan Pharaoh, described by their poets as a female
monster of the depths that had the eyeballs of a goat
vertical like a frog. above springs of waters in their temple.
This is all nonsense of course if leviathan is a metaphor of
beast government produced out of shale like oil and gas,
drilled and mined. Who dares call it Casanova's Colon, one
of four beasts that come up from the sea among the shrinks
who cleanse Newtown, or RockaBilloy, or the effigy of
Achilles Arch, makes it a victim or some kind of ward or
minor needing our protection.
To impose ourselves on thrust faults and seize land and
history, the epath of leviathan follows beneath, prospected
by earth and under sea, swimming up aquifers and getting
fracked. Not that this is news to any who read the scientific
papers of genetic machines, MIT, the last greatest covering
the globe. The old world was dying so new monsters grew
said their Jung altered lists of foods, strange government
camps, Blackbox and Red Rover. The thing about
tentacles that reach through land and sea is that they
are digital, electronic and mimic pattern DNA.
If you're going to war Titanomachy against Titans, fallen
angels, Olympian gods, goddesses and anshei shem it's
nice to see how we got to where all that was trusted is now
mistrusted. The less honorific briquitte of the Renowns,
26reptile, keeps the lineage of fallen watcher anshei, giants,
demons in mind. David Icke says we all have some
reptilian. David Wilcock that only 15% suffer so, meaning
himself and everyone who listens to him. News accounts
spread these deceptions over all the upper class meta-
schizo earth. In Greek, meta schematizo means
masquerade, which meta-schizo disguise (meta-schiz-
matizo) where the demons sent into the Gadarene swine
(Mk 5.11)fear exposure below as being sent out of the
space above and between the planes (dimensions).
Even in that segment of the mind of fictional and poetic
forays, parables want to be fair. The choice becomes
however that to be right is to agree with the meliorists that
this is the best of all possible worlds and getting better, but
it is not one in which we can live and work. Presented
with going along or confronting the worst possibilities the
senses alert, chronicled more and more in inklings from
the start, we entertain seriously the notion that the purpose
of the literary scientific establishment is to induce sleep,
indifference and impotence even while bullets are flying. If
a signal is needed from our best and brightest, the
Russians, then let Victor Pelevin's Life of Insects (1993)
serve, for he says businessmen and security agents are
really insects. In any case, these are the warring parties
that occupy the waterways of New Philadelphia where
these ideas come in eviathan archive.
Other oddities of spiritual topography can be known.
Because they had not seen the Lev these buildings take
different shapes of eels, whales, squid, materia proxima,
materia remota materia ultima chapter of perfection among
27
these new mystical men that prove that the history of
patriarchial ages is contained in the Odyssey and that the
Iliad accounts the capture of Jericho. These Behmists of
Thuringia purled an ecstatical phenomenon of the time,
crystal stream over rock and ledge, balsam pine hid in the
small caves of the landside with the natural springs
of Aurora, hid that is in the language of nature, universal
matrix, the invisible storehouse of nature where contained
and preserved the character of all things. This Philologus
esoteria prefigured the great deliverance that was then
soon to be displayed.
In other words, weather-altered culture changed in about
60 years. You didn’t have to be an intellectual to know it,
just look at the physique of the 1/3 morbidly obese. Iron
City beer never looked so good or the Iron Age of Ovid
beside these Experiments.
Inlets called Coloni sail the rhumb lines of continual
debate. Some fill with water and some with iron oxide
and some rutile that wash in the tangled hair and ice crust
of that great brow of Christopher Colon overlooking our
port. Water distorts the vision of Old Town below the
Mount with a hook in its nose, as if under the water were
souls who sigh and make the water bubble and make us
look at the thing so many times it loses its power to disturb
like a new normal. No better preparation could occur for
this than to have it preceded by such events in art, but
which prevent it from being understood. Mind waves in
the untold hybrids loosed upon the world, worn on the
arm, bracelets, pendants, rings, in case you’re bored,
refract in water to disperse. Chromatic aberration of light
in water distorts and reduces focal range in the near by 33
28percent, which scatters these tidal architectures seen as a
marina undersea. Color fringing at the edge of an image
distorts its geometry. This scattering blue-green filter
removes red light and then the remaining colors of the
rainbow.
I. Colonia
You must not grudge to find the same soul in
leviathan or in behemoth, since they divide the world
into land beast and the water beast whose gigantic size are
as if a world to themselves. There is a whole herd of Texas
behemoth in the uplands and I don't mean the Nazi auroch
transplants that escaped big game ranches. These are often
spotted and browned, but have so trampled the earth into
mine tailings, shards and shreds of rock and dirt that one
wonders what they eat at all, but they go up into the
thousand mountains to forage trees. There are no natural
enemies there unless you count peremptory lightning
strikes. It is said they do not breed, that there is only one
and that it waits to meet its mate in leviathan. Such a
joining of male and female, land and sea, is rather more
than any Greek fantasy. But this singularity does not
account for the massed hulks that look more like landslides
than reconstituted mastodon. Living higher up as they do
the lightening strikes are more frequent than foreseen,
keeping the population manageable, if one can speak of
managing behemoth. But the polyploided escapes from
labs also included rats as big as cars, coyotes as big as
parking garages, or at least that was the myth current in the
cities below.
29
patriarchial ages is contained in the Odyssey and that the
Iliad accounts the capture of Jericho. These Behmists of
Thuringia purled an ecstatical phenomenon of the time,
crystal stream over rock and ledge, balsam pine hid in the
small caves of the landside with the natural springs
of Aurora, hid that is in the language of nature, universal
matrix, the invisible storehouse of nature where contained
and preserved the character of all things. This Philologus
esoteria prefigured the great deliverance that was then
soon to be displayed.
In other words, weather-altered culture changed in about
60 years. You didn’t have to be an intellectual to know it,
just look at the physique of the 1/3 morbidly obese. Iron
City beer never looked so good or the Iron Age of Ovid
beside these Experiments.
Inlets called Coloni sail the rhumb lines of continual
debate. Some fill with water and some with iron oxide
and some rutile that wash in the tangled hair and ice crust
of that great brow of Christopher Colon overlooking our
port. Water distorts the vision of Old Town below the
Mount with a hook in its nose, as if under the water were
souls who sigh and make the water bubble and make us
look at the thing so many times it loses its power to disturb
like a new normal. No better preparation could occur for
this than to have it preceded by such events in art, but
which prevent it from being understood. Mind waves in
the untold hybrids loosed upon the world, worn on the
arm, bracelets, pendants, rings, in case you’re bored,
refract in water to disperse. Chromatic aberration of light
in water distorts and reduces focal range in the near by 33
28percent, which scatters these tidal architectures seen as a
marina undersea. Color fringing at the edge of an image
distorts its geometry. This scattering blue-green filter
removes red light and then the remaining colors of the
rainbow.
I. Colonia
You must not grudge to find the same soul in
leviathan or in behemoth, since they divide the world
into land beast and the water beast whose gigantic size are
as if a world to themselves. There is a whole herd of Texas
behemoth in the uplands and I don't mean the Nazi auroch
transplants that escaped big game ranches. These are often
spotted and browned, but have so trampled the earth into
mine tailings, shards and shreds of rock and dirt that one
wonders what they eat at all, but they go up into the
thousand mountains to forage trees. There are no natural
enemies there unless you count peremptory lightning
strikes. It is said they do not breed, that there is only one
and that it waits to meet its mate in leviathan. Such a
joining of male and female, land and sea, is rather more
than any Greek fantasy. But this singularity does not
account for the massed hulks that look more like landslides
than reconstituted mastodon. Living higher up as they do
the lightening strikes are more frequent than foreseen,
keeping the population manageable, if one can speak of
managing behemoth. But the polyploided escapes from
labs also included rats as big as cars, coyotes as big as
parking garages, or at least that was the myth current in the
cities below.
29
Mabinog colonists down by the water, hang with their
backs to the land and gaze out to sea, the poems of Kiss
embossed in holograms behind them at Dulce Port. They
sit on jetties, reverie on Ocean Inhaesio, extasis, seeking
the thing, not the thing's reason. Too new upon the land to
even carry succubi in their hands, eyes open on keypads
while their ears hear the roar, they wait in the smell of salt
for leviathan. Think that sculptors and the piscine shapes
of women know what goes? How many fishes in the deep
blue sea? What’s the cause of simplicity in priests?
Tidal influence at Old Town reaches pretty far inland. In
the water light of several moons hunted by wolf and cub,
single rectilinear, curvilinear, pi, it is the mind that sees not
the eye. Old Dame Trot some cold fish had got, and as the
mind is bent. In the mind bends, delusions came to the
temples, labs, board rooms, sanctums of foreheads such as
Ezekiel sees in the visions of Elohim, where elders swing
their censers before idols, hitty, pitty within the wall, and
images of death dress up as life, inverted. Light as wave in
water refracts to disperse chromatic aberration. Galloping
Galloway, look at your neck; there you will find the strap.
The standoff between draggle distortion and dreary
convention collaborates physical forms; pickled pig is
made of pork.
I point to the arch center of the Quandarists, the
rearranged curves and planes of lines, Picadors on the
verge. People against nature, Rhetors against Neptune,
beds of Querist hothouses, nature is innocent compared.
Flames and reactions make beautiful acceptance of
infierni. Down at the dock they get in and drift from
shore. After a while the evening news, the weather is
30unfamiliar. The way things go, none believable, the land
itself is fabricate. The boat moves further to the outreach
of history in the aquarium humane. Submerged ruins
intersperse with dreams, voyages make strange and vivid
optics of waking slumber, unconscious from the ground.
I'd never seen a ship that sailed that wide.
Such changes observed here I believe are capable of
explanation either by errors of observation or seasonal
change. The Colony not only produces several vegetations
per year with different appearances, but its aspects vary
over years. Seasonal variation affects a sapling that catches
fire, hisses, drips and spits before it is the dry trunk, or as a
thorn bush that goes up in whoosh, visibility combined
with invisibility among the colonias. A twig coming from
this plant could simulate this shift. Archuleta is a case in
point, which did not possess land only to itself. At least
five caves honeycombed that region, but plenty of others
were visible from the peaks, a magnificenza waiting to be
discovered with stupor and deception. I caught sight of
several who kept their heads and even their chests above
the tide of transverberation which the eye and the wave
equivocate together. Simple rectilinear, curvilinear pi, the
mind sees, not the eye.
The standoff of distortion and convention collaborating is
as good an idea of self similarity as a human skew. Old
Town was a marine museum of the mind where Dedalus
heated onions in a pan. If these firings were apocalypses,
Greece emptied of all its whales, a cave of white onions,
then the pine will die in the fire! A thousand springs flow
into this lake against thought and forethought. When stone
hits glass the breakage conforms to gravity and glass. Then
31
backs to the land and gaze out to sea, the poems of Kiss
embossed in holograms behind them at Dulce Port. They
sit on jetties, reverie on Ocean Inhaesio, extasis, seeking
the thing, not the thing's reason. Too new upon the land to
even carry succubi in their hands, eyes open on keypads
while their ears hear the roar, they wait in the smell of salt
for leviathan. Think that sculptors and the piscine shapes
of women know what goes? How many fishes in the deep
blue sea? What’s the cause of simplicity in priests?
Tidal influence at Old Town reaches pretty far inland. In
the water light of several moons hunted by wolf and cub,
single rectilinear, curvilinear, pi, it is the mind that sees not
the eye. Old Dame Trot some cold fish had got, and as the
mind is bent. In the mind bends, delusions came to the
temples, labs, board rooms, sanctums of foreheads such as
Ezekiel sees in the visions of Elohim, where elders swing
their censers before idols, hitty, pitty within the wall, and
images of death dress up as life, inverted. Light as wave in
water refracts to disperse chromatic aberration. Galloping
Galloway, look at your neck; there you will find the strap.
The standoff between draggle distortion and dreary
convention collaborates physical forms; pickled pig is
made of pork.
I point to the arch center of the Quandarists, the
rearranged curves and planes of lines, Picadors on the
verge. People against nature, Rhetors against Neptune,
beds of Querist hothouses, nature is innocent compared.
Flames and reactions make beautiful acceptance of
infierni. Down at the dock they get in and drift from
shore. After a while the evening news, the weather is
30unfamiliar. The way things go, none believable, the land
itself is fabricate. The boat moves further to the outreach
of history in the aquarium humane. Submerged ruins
intersperse with dreams, voyages make strange and vivid
optics of waking slumber, unconscious from the ground.
I'd never seen a ship that sailed that wide.
Such changes observed here I believe are capable of
explanation either by errors of observation or seasonal
change. The Colony not only produces several vegetations
per year with different appearances, but its aspects vary
over years. Seasonal variation affects a sapling that catches
fire, hisses, drips and spits before it is the dry trunk, or as a
thorn bush that goes up in whoosh, visibility combined
with invisibility among the colonias. A twig coming from
this plant could simulate this shift. Archuleta is a case in
point, which did not possess land only to itself. At least
five caves honeycombed that region, but plenty of others
were visible from the peaks, a magnificenza waiting to be
discovered with stupor and deception. I caught sight of
several who kept their heads and even their chests above
the tide of transverberation which the eye and the wave
equivocate together. Simple rectilinear, curvilinear pi, the
mind sees, not the eye.
The standoff of distortion and convention collaborating is
as good an idea of self similarity as a human skew. Old
Town was a marine museum of the mind where Dedalus
heated onions in a pan. If these firings were apocalypses,
Greece emptied of all its whales, a cave of white onions,
then the pine will die in the fire! A thousand springs flow
into this lake against thought and forethought. When stone
hits glass the breakage conforms to gravity and glass. Then
31
reason covers her breasts. Only the tension in the circle of
artist, glass and stone and the freedom to act and crack
unknowing reveals the submerged. Yes that is a little
simple. Crack the stone, conceal the stone, railroad ties
connote forced labor, famine stone denotes starvation and
slavery. Of course I wept, tears ran from my eyes as if I
were burning wood to make charcoal.
Believe that and read the Great Wall as a kiln opening that
asks, what is the seventh seal? I hate to spoil the ending.
Round as an apple, deep as a cup. The most peculiar case
is the Ulysses, the other face of Judecca, of strange riddles
in steady air, that put to rest natural causation. The
regularity of the caves, uniform width, their systematic
radiation exceeds any ordinary natural contrivance. What
they are not helps to decipher what they are.
2. Colonia Annex
The Eviathan in their Mardi Gra trades in masks and
scales. They build their huts like him as a house. So their
idea of life could be complete. It's one thing to polyploid a
cow three times life size, too big for a Mack truck. All
these of course are shadows of the real network of codes,
cables and call signs, but this technology in the wild
accounts for the giant size also of behemoth, a tetraployed
elephant.
If leviathan has a greater following than behemoth among
the mook who adore, wear his spectacles, make necklaces
out of those scales scattered like shark teeth over beaches,
the brazen fins of wanton whales suggest also political
types. As if a mouse could climb through an elephant's
32trunk to gnaw its brain, a whole town country planet can
be so undermined by the sinewy proboscises of
leviathaniasis. Only connect, connect, connect. Project
Loon would see fleets of high altitude sex, balloons
bouncing 3G signals from the stratosphere to Earth's most
remote. Facebook's Internet.org envisions swarms of
drones and LEO satellites performing porn to SpaceX
satellite fleets to bring fast intercourse to inform the poor.
King over the children of pride whose sperm dress up like
him, their readiness of soul disposed such organs to
work that most rebellious body part of Adam shamed, that
led to rebel for all other parts beside water and land that
could be ruled. Illa parte magis regnat additamentum
leviathan where the spawns abound in unholy Janus,
whether Luther or Mamet, prisoner of flesh. As
serpents gripe and break the conduit of hot petcock,
far from hiding from sight, the soul that moves under
land and sea remembers that lascivious banquet there
served, which leaves relic behemoth Apatosaurus or
Argentinosaurus to drink up a river, snort Jordan up its
nose. And whether Beo takes leviathan withal, nose
piercing through the snares within those ribs where
dolphins swim, the mighty body falls in a day. For when
the sun has seven times parched the whitened foam that
gives up its beasts which fall to the whirlpool throat,
interwoven and fused in the devoured and devouring
world, when goats stomp stars and then the fourth beast,
diverse from the others, whose teeth of iron and nails of
brass devour and break in pieces all residue with its feet,
where the other three were slain, even if they had their
lives prolonged for a season, then Gabriel takes orders to
end this indignation. A vision of daily sacrifice where the
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transgression of desolation gives both sanctuary and host
to be trodden under foot. When these four winds of heaven
blow it is time to sail, to take thee to ship on the tossing
sea.
This great fish would seem to fail,
a great ship without sail,
hauling pillars and high arched roof
ribs blunt and thunder-proof
followers to its whirlpool fall
that drinks up seas, and eats up all.
Jostle islands, shake firm rock
From its flail-finned steel-beak locks.
Maria pseudo-hirsuta! Liberty in this way shows its
absence. Creatures in a river feel no sides, nor freedom
between yards of blubber, itself a reality imprisoned by
events. Unaware of its own leviathan movement, states and
individuals swim in opposite directions without knowing.
What is freedom compelled one way by current while
swimming as fast as it can in the other? Those within
Leviathan author it together in the cult. Buber said German
but it is an evolving American social state that invents the
universe and just wants to help. To help it rule, civilization
(ziv) just needed the universe to be the ultimate term. So
people, that's what the universe wants. A state might
appear as liberty to those subjects who measure their
freedom by others' subjection. That is the freedom of the
state! Where the people rule the subject is a slave.
Individuals within that state bow down. A commonwealth
is free to invade, including its own.
In this place of exile goodness uncreated, neither made nor
begotten, generated birth in the man who insofar as he
was good was himself unmade and uncreated, though still
child and son of goodness. This good man and the good in
one gave birth on the one hand and was born on the other
so that the birth and being born were one essence, one life.
This was the promise of Rachel after her long ordeal and
delivery. This good man received everything that belonged
to him from the good in goodness itself, for everything he
knew and loved was in accord with the one who says, my
Father dwelling in me is doing his own work, where all
that pertains to me is his in the giving and mine in the
receiving.
To understand this goodness is to be poured into it and
born into it by the unbegotten good. As the Father of life
in himself has given the Son to have the same life in which
we are all formed in the image of God but lose our form to
be transformed, for I am the son of all that forms me and
gives to me identity. The son of goodness is good. The son
of justice is just and to that extent justice is we strive to
shed our own form and the forms of all creatures,
unbegotten-begetting to know no father but God alone who
is just and good, to delight more in the works of justice
than in our natural life and being. It is impossible for God
or the whole world to console one who seeks consolation
from creatures. But they who love only God in the creature
and the creature only in God find constant consolation.
Then the angel of peace said, these two monsters are by
the power of God prepared to become food, that the
judgment of God may not be in vain. That day has been
36prepared for the elect as a day of covenant; and for sinners
as a day of inquisition.
The only
exception
to these
dives below
the surface
seeking
contact, soft
kill, slow
kill, silent
kill, the
perfect
beast to cull
the herd,
synthetic
telepathy,
psi tech,
smirnoff
patent, programmable black metal, or clams and oysters
for delicacies, leviathan is never seen in the harbors, by
its devotees and invitees who are all the more inventive to
make up costumes for Lev Day. They Snake Dance
through the streets and practice their frenzies as if it were
not enough that they live in leviathan homes and wear
leviathan clothes, worship as children of pride the snakery
they have not seen, well rarely. Leviathan causes the
depths to boil and out of his mouth go sparks of fire and
burning torches. The picture is of a creature whose passing
causes churning, upheaval and turmoil. Now look at the
behemoth: "If a river rages, he is not alarmed; He is
confident, though the Jordan rushes to his mouth."
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Who are you that come up before your time? Little Horn!
Alloute! After ziv zipped up the uncon, unzipped shadow,
darkness posited the unseen, iberation harnessed so much
dark light came we could hardly stand the long long bag
we dragged behind--these isotopes, mystery plays, silent
allegories -- in the midst of this a prophet is no saint who
bears in his body and mind the marks of our defeat from
bigger forces, not just sex and commercialism, how many
of those count themselves great kings? but the more bestial
nodes, greed and fear, reprogrammable matter. "I believe
in the instant we forget we commit a sin," may have said
Ezekiel who ate dung, like Elecuria thinks the poor all
prophets so no wonder we hate and abuse the poor the way
a woman or earth. All these people left the colony: And
where did they go? Indeed where could they go, "in that
day one shall take up a parable against you with a doleful
lamentation declare utter despoilation."
Annex 2
So by now you know that the dish jumped off the table and
that Brubaker got out. And where was there to go! Leave
the city of destruction and go to Mount Zion? That Brow
bender went someplace besides multitudes falling from
trucks. Calcutta, Ca Ching, New York, London, those
provinces Moo hicky tracked just like the dish that
jumped. Is there a book no one can read? That's where you
go if escape is made. Let'em argue it while he passes. Get
thee out of the city knee, leave foot, get hence arm and leg.
The pot has swallowed the ladle and the armored Brinks
flee. Gog, chief prince of Meshech and Tubal. I will turn
you around, put hooks in your jaws and bring you out with
38your whole army-your horses, your horsemen fully armed,
and a great horde with large and small shields, all of them
brandishing their swords. Persia, Cush and Put will be
with them, all with shields and helmets, also Gomer with
all its troops and Beth Togarmah from the far north with
all its troops-the many nations with you.
There's a lad down in Golspie who carries John Gower's
Voice of One Crying in the wilderness, which turns round a
14th century conclusion of a sparrow hunt for every man.
Sparrows, blackbirds, robins, doves and quail as it were
the norm. No point describing some old hotel, warehouse
or station of the mind. Twit ta woo cock, be happy. The
master plan is bird de cucinare ogni carne, no need press
windows, nose on Sol. Give you barley, bread and corn,
quan the dowe was aney: Quan wants to know. We show
the detail of this imbuement in the dark, details to the point
where plums grow on a thistle to warm the heart to feel the
bone. Could any cherrie be withoutyn stone? The
difference between this and the smells and sounds of
crowds shuffling, their wiiccups rumbling, bi bim, is
Description. Is he alone as eye or ear that hears what none
can say? O hand away from me, kind sir, I pray ye lat me
be, no passengers or refugees yet, before the fact, when
chicken's in te egg, bon chiociola, before the fall, a bird
witout a gaw, thou hadde it non, valley of passengers, to
call it that bananaery, where nights grow hot and I sleep
without a shirt. Buff says Buff to all his men and I say
Buff right back. All effort was made to get you from the
city. Hinch wickies, fatty little jocks and wymie pugs,
super chicken without the bone, Tottens and the mice give
nod. Your reflection in the glass, in faces, hearts? Carry as
much as you can.
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II. 3.
A word to them that ate the bonny bird of Rosey, Colin
and Dan, who come apart like a glue back book they no
wanna read. After enlightenment don't worry cock. He
going to make hay opinions like weather forecasts that
laugh at rivers of electric. Up this river swims leviathan.
Sit in a barn to keep yourself warm, but make no doubt
against the great Unknown. Idaho, Utah, Nevada, and the
Great Basin washed away, Ohio long since gone, with eggs
to sell, or civilized boots back up the hill. On market day,
if you live toward knowing, the north wind doth blow,
which road winds around some cliffs where the butter
truck pulls up, piled with bodies of fox and seal and hawk,
coyote, horse.
Above absolute zero innate therm fires go about a hundred
feet over the hill. One said it was the moon, fought by boys
and men, where standing waves of focus quakes crossed. O
weary fa' the drinking o't, hyper force. This began a tinking
oil well that gushed the pane where they read Psalms.
The civilization bag is not revealed in The Bubble,
everything left over when atrocities are done. Good news -
- it is about be erased. Along with the universe. There goes
another. The universe will fall? What's left? The
realization that Civilization invented it and polarizing
mither has to wean scab-shriveled mold and armyworm
pupa, the nation worm in the soil physical hardened
topographies, to reinhabit internal species. These men of
Gotham can't get sweethearts enough.
40So that was the man that stole the corn. Who when he had
gotten his turn well done the colonists sought to convert.
Good to evil, evil to good, and they came to sark that boy
in the hood. The cow in the could. Dead meat of food, hast
thou forgotten by turns what they will say?
"Stay, stay higher mind. Stay put."
"A brick of a burger in spiritual talk."
"A burger that will satisfy and rock."
This doubled the amount of sleeping gas let loose upon the
town. Instead of writing what we did we wrote what they
thought. Whether either mattered is a thing to decide. The
first and middle stages of unknowing are not conscious,
but consciousness can work many a surprise. When time
brings recognition there's a continual Rapture In Progress.
Having no purpose, no goal, the thing had its finish, a
romance to reach another world. That naive fact does so
without wondering, which neither explains the current or a
bird. I prefer the great river. Go to sleep, wake up in the
data base naive, what would be lost if it must first be
known. If only you could teach it they say. Practical
seizings of the moment intuit a method. Nothing about the
universe has changed, unless it's the way we use invasive
jewelry to generate body energy, hooked in the veins,
memory ports, which doesn't give a cheep, oscillates of
polarizing synthesis. They call that Homo Zap'em. Hey
Willie Winkle, when do seeds sown make a kilowatt?
Thimbikin, Thimbikin, broke the barn, Pinnikin, Pinnikin
stole the corn. Spiritual tuffing and wadding and packing,
organs of spirit liver, circumcision of the heart, which
poeop-ple of the fairy tales, would save for the pekldfille,
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loving the pep0le up and down, saving peoopel in valleys,
down basements, protect, pertect, peertect du peoplez,
children sliding hereabouts upon a place too thin, so at last
it did fall and they all fell in. Untwirl the twine, these cats
run away.
To look at the faces below the skins, the pudding-pie
ridges named, below the plateau in mountain caves you
can see a topography of face, a nose, the cheek, a brow that
shades the eyes, one knee stuck out among hunchbacks,
joined. Gully had swore one's a girl, which guy got an arm
around her, looking down, praying something around his
shoes. Shoulders, heads, one, two, three, long coats, hats
on top, left on the rocks like ten thousand flee. Brush off
the cobwebs of sky. People who play with clouds of
Herringbone put them down. Some unborn eye hidden in a
cliff, toddles the rocks. Another arm sticking out to brush
off cobwebs of sky. You know what that is? A Dilly
dander bird on a fat roost with a monk. Don’t have names
for them all, the samurai behind the back, elbow down in a
chair, knee to the left, shoulders right, entities of
Collective Mind. Yes we had a picture up but it was the
only thing on the site so took it down, which you can assay
yourself by image search, but beware the eyes and the
shine which tilt of head and hair, what depraved can come
in their communities of hell. The insensible loosed
acceptance of the thing we all dread to know. Twitter in a
major element, Smart 9-11 of biometric names, numbers.
Disaster is an experiment, a metadata culture to harvest
information to produce the future optimal trip, fifth
dimension of existence, capstone event. It's not what
happened, but how the story tells in the dimensions. Actors
set a stage for effects. The future or what will happen is the
42fifth. The sixth extends this paradigm. Hegel has to play a
part but then you knew we were training him
Colonia 2
LevBy sounds like Long Island off Montauk point where
they argue Fortean fish stories. A level of synchronicity so
mythical that the Hydra seems alive with heads moving
and tongues lashing, and, as if it grew eyes that look over
the west, long necks with dragon heads specially tailored
for you and only you. It follows almost as if it knew where
you were going, or ha!, where you were, should you be
going. And here's another clue, it dares you and reveals
clues only you can find. So the point is that it wants to be
caught. sneak up behind all colonists. If you study it it
studies you follows thoughts taken from Singing Birds.
Paranoia, mon amour, surrounds those lives like some
Alternative 3 of research dictates. When the Sun raiseth,
then all wild Beasts hide themselves in their Holes.
Colonia 3
Eternal Father, strong to save, protect us from the restless
wave. O hear us when we cry to Thee For those in peril on
the sea.
Like those at sea we pray for on Sunday, it's morning
when it's evening there. The top and bottom worlds are
drawn on a scale three or four times as large as the middle.
I am not squandering words. The number of colonies is
183, not counting suspicious invisibles at opposition. After
the original 79, the majority north of the equator, 116 are
not on the first maps, in either the dark regions or the light.
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Some exceptions are attributable to a loss of surface in the
planting of corkscrew spirals. White Sands, Los Alamos,
Sandia National, Hollaman at Alamagordo, Cannon at
Artesia, all of these sites had connections below. Tunnels
had another thing in common, their above ground deflected
attention from the secret below. However these tunnels got
to either coast, when they came out they were camouflaged
as krill plants competing with the whales. The little people
who worked them, if such can be said without profiling,
were not from anywhere exactly, not that anybody is.
Large rolled slabs stuck up out of the ocean into which
they drove the krill, their being a little larger than you
would expect, which made that celebrated bagoong.
Unchangeable or changeable in position, the colonies
gradually emerge for some reason inherent in themselves,
conspicuous with the visible development of the canali
following the melting of the snow. Only when such
melting has progressed can the colonies be seen, as if the
moisture invigorates their air. For instance, our colony
darkens considerably about eight miles up the Pisinemo
Road near KiaHoaToak. Near Carrying Basket Mountain,
known for its horsehair and yucca, beargrass, and
martynia, come the tests of bathythermograph.
At Old Town Leviathan-by-the-Sea, the picture is of a
creature whose passing causes churning, upheaval and
turmoil. Leviathan boils the depths out of its mouth with
sparks like a burning torch. Many pantheon gods incarnate
Water, so Old Town has credentials as the temple of
Neptune and the port of Noah. Suddenly we are back in
Troy. Do not forget the horse! The horse enters the city.
The city is burned. Global aspects of fire are romanticized
44in Rome. If Neptune hid the horse what hides in these?
Sea serpents against dissent. They call it rest, Rest is
certainly due the Trojan Priest who threw his spear against
the Old Town polity of gods, one of many global temples
of distortion, like some emperor of the despondent
kingdom who says all is well with ziv, even its discontent,
until it's not. Figs as dates, dryness and a head that cracks
shall be lawful for any Athenian. So spins this stretch of
geologics over every proportion and property of the place.
Speaking as the spirit of unknowing that human mind
disports, if passage tombs could talk, or under bark
organics and rock, volcanic ash, erosion deposition,
reburied feldspar, fish streams under clay spines, would
they dare say more than they heard? What they heard was
inscribed by beast government: Four great empires up
from the sea. The first was a lion with eagle wings, lifted
up to stand on two feet, like a man with a human heart.
Forfeitures of the British Royal Lion and the American
Eagle with all democratic pretense. The second was a bear
with three ribs in its mouth, Russia chomping the Baltic
down. The third was a leopard with four heads and chicken
wings on its back, Germany and its Nazi survivals
surmounted with France's national bird: the French army
knife that comes with a white flag. But the fourth beast
was unlike the others. It had no nation but covered the
world, a beast for everyone that says it all, fracking and
fragging. The Baptists have a name for it in their
Afligidos. They call Leviathan a demotic midfish, but we
can't stop to explain literature.
Of course leviathan undersea is curves and planes, as
Heraclitus its prophet said, but on its surface, ever
changing, nothing to be seen but a storm between clouds &
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waves, a cataract of fire that rose and sank again in the
scaly fold of a crest above the waves. It reared over golden
rocks in globes of fire, eyes that evaporated the sea in
smoke. Leviathan's forehead divided into green & purple
streaks like a tiger, its mouth and gills hung wide. Just
above the illuminations of blood and foam advancing, the
fury of a spiritual existence.
No one who has not properly seen should prejudice the
ease of twisting many headed things, such as the early 50
ton whales could navigate deep harbors and pass upstream,
penetrating with their yearning tongue underwater for
miles. This biggest heart in the world of more than seven
tons, a room with four chambers a child could walk in
head high, bending only to step through valves like the
doors of a saloon. They build their cities there of such
architectural organisms, not only the exterior but interior
stair cases and backbone, for the spa inside is therapy of a
grand tradition celebrated as symbols of profound humane
redemption and refuge, a saxifrage that breathes poetic life
into this techno-creat. Rheumatics sit in its belly a day or
two among the great blasts of gas and horrible gush that
make hair stand on end, but stay the course for 12 months
relief from pain. From Jonah to Hobbes to Melville. "to
mouse the whale, so called" Mesozoics slander it a
hundred feet high and the length of a field our modern
stadium would hardly hold, unless it filled with water. Of
course the architect honors them, the indigenous stirrings
of Der Mythos vom Verlust der Menschlichkeitthe.
That specifically, the inventor of the Bilbao fish, conjured
association with windmills, sides of Atlantic architectured
cities as fish . . .the world as fish. the world as whale that
46had been dead some hours and begun to decompose. Lev
"bathing" inside the stomachs is believed to have started in
Eden, though it had been occurred in America years
before. The warmth and fumes had healing properties
while still warm. A hole put through one side large enough
to admit the patient from feet to the waist in the whale's
intestines, leaving the head, of course, without the
aperture.
Closed up the patient could not breathe, but ammoniacal
gases escape every opening to the gallery uncovered.
These odors bring about the cure, but sometimes the
patient cannot stand the horrid bath and must be lifted out
fainting, to undergo the further course another day.
Mysticeti straddling the flank of the river, ethereally reflect
through their metalic and aqueous surfaces the deep.
Leviathan pitch, fat, and hair boiled together are made into
cakes which were very like the alles of the Baptist gottes
segen beatitudes burn as they walk among these waving
branches of death:
Loving puts us on our knees,
serving as though we are slaves; this is the way we should
live.
This was the next mystery up the Mississippi Derrida bed.
Its tongue split channels,estuaries spit duck boats and
worse. Gardeners to profit squash would mulch their derry
boats, bells pulled in wonder at the horror of this fish when
crazy Carpe Derrida ballooned to space.
The Münchows, as they like to be called, take their doubts
of this as if there were Waking Trees, and cut them down,
not as the prophet who overturns the once believed,
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peripateo, but as in the world what is done, known by their
capacity to disrupt electrical appliances" spoofer sprays,
entrained plasma orbs, plasma-cloaked craft mistaken for
UFOs, fungi, bacteria, viruses, dessicated red blood cells,
crystalline substances, carbon, metal cations, lithium, other
chemicals, heavy metals and smart dust. gravity time
tunnels.
Could you get a cambric shirt, long wavelengths round the
curvature of Earth to cave white scorpions, Gwen tower
ground ELF long distance props, antennas a mile across,
this friendly network brought to those on the dark red dirt
of the firehouse at the school, then we should say truly that
the pig had got into the barn and ate the corn. Except of
course of Leviathan and Behemoth being somewhat
beyond pigs and corn. The Moocows built a portal in
world gridlines in Kazakhstan recruited from the marines,
disloyal at best, rebellion at worst, recaptured with drugs
and reintegrated back into the Forces.
Go strait forwards to Jerusalem, and do not look back: for
in Babel the Languages are confused.
No man can fall, except he stood before: and whom the
Lord shall erect (lift up) must have been before fallen.
Burn the Morker Beware thine Heart against Night-
Thieves, yet take good
care, lest the Noon-Devil with his Angels might enter into
thy
Garden, and bite off the Eyes of thine Vines : which is
worse, than
48when the wild Boars break in, for those only rout the Soil.
Carry fire in a wooden vessel
killed by thine
own Domestiks.
The face, the nose, the brow among hunchbacks, then
came a vision of stone cuts joined like faery heads to
illustrate the speech of Brubaker's rose preparing future.
No need consider, even if they say it is on, fueled by
undermined coal, black and white topographies, tunnels
and roads, and by oil where we lived along two tracks.
Those who know the future stay out of the mines. Whose
name is this, this name and this, pretty uncircumcised
cartoons.
European, African, Latin American, Indian and Asian
Worlds were seduced into this perfect world by
advertising. Later centuries thought they would do equally
well immigrating to and from other planets, even as they
had to this “new world.” I say they thought they might
convince us, meaning we were led by the tracks to think
they could. The entire affair was an invention even if a
dozen generations thought not. You see this is what they
were led to believe. The axiom denies all its shortcomings
while practicing them. One imagines they should say give
it time and believe. In the flat earth border consciousness
is a scene of huge depth, atmosphere, ionosphere,
magnetosphere, 1000 feet above and below the surface,
and then below the surface, continents, plates and lava
streams. The human is like a submersible between. All
documents on this site are meant to explore the staging of
the worlds, accepted protocols professionally known,
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consumed and filled with mere prejudice, left and right, no
matter, about the rest.
This is the one that broke the barn, that ate the corn.
Charley Wag ate the pudding and left the bag. I picked it
up and threw it in the water over the sea and none will dare
there find it. Dis is da een 'at bruk da barn, Dis is da een 'at
still da corn. Undrape! Undrape! I cannot find a shoe to fit
the mouth, but turned the spit and cannot feel my fingers
yet: out of the baker's shop.
I dropped heavy stones from the small bridge to explode
them, fastening torpedoes to the undersides of little metal
sheds that housed the pollution. Among overturned bales
of metal never taken from wrecks, and slag piles that
breathed iron rails, oil stains from the pumping fires and
unscrubbed smoke later white, now black as soot, Jack
pulpits hid in the springs. Creosote ties, spikes, rail rock
made their beds. On the dirt floor of the firehouse nation
with fire axes and mats was Alexander-Nebuchadnezzar of
the north. Alejandro-Nabucodonosor! Ophelia was still
silent. Apocalypse sat in its chair glum, with a lump of a
beating heart, a right rock its hand.
The psychic element creeps in as a force of motion in these
parleys of minute detail, just as electricity does. The
Germans assert at dinner before the company of
connoisseurs, that faced with a truth which seems a lie a
man can only close his lips as long as he can. Every one
not actuated by a spirit of contradiction will when the wine
has breathed at once perceive this is so, and will continue
to believe even after it is abundantly disproved. But here I
can't be still. After the ships have sailed what takes place
50in the normal, unbiased world--that is, so far as this idea
goes, in the vacant mind, can be seen as figures swimming
overboard, under the waves as if to loose an anchor snared
on a reef, but minds have their familiar ideas, which an
incoming is pretty sure to rouse disapproval, and these
react to some extent upon the strange, color it with
something of their own. If we expect to meet a certain
person, an approaching figure will most deceitfully take on
his garb. The mere idea of a man walking finds instinctive
expectation to endow it with the attributes of a friend. But
this may happen truly as well as falsely. The expert sees
what the tyro misses, not from better eyesight but from
better mechanism in the higher centers. A very slight hint
from the eye goes a long way in the brain of one peeled
naked, and no distance at all in the brain of the other.
We are sidetracked in the staging of this news. Behind the
events broadcast by the blatant beast every opinion was
wrong. The entire purpose was to absorb the attention of
the single celled. Government, science, network actors on
play to the audience of History, philosophy seated in
mutual relation to each other as onions, none more primary
than another, except of course in the fantasy/reality the
stages project. There the drones rule by channels. There
have been drones all our lives. The worker bee fulfills the
dictates of a "higher" power, the queen and the hive.
Bestiaries have always done this to the natural, to demean
bees if we take them as symbolic of ourselves. We had
seen drones among the neighbors spouting the shibboleths,
zapoliths of culture. From behind or above and it is all a
series of staged levels inclusive of just one thing: the stage.
Behind the scenes puppet masters pull the string. Behind
the puppet masters lies another unreal thing, which is why
and chicken coops, raided S&L safes, ate fried customer
accounts. Myth? I say nothing of the cats that infest house
and barn, the well-to-do wonder cock that charged the
sheep, incandescent blue, gold, scaled with sun in the yard
when it took wing. These eclogues were burning Virgil all
over again. Check the progress in the sycamore. Rotting
twenty feet up carpenter bees, big black buzzers in the
cracks of hallowed stumps, and burrows big as a
mausoleum. You might imagine hundreds, thousands in air
and on ground, which is a comfort of which you should be
warned. Authorities of this world had either escaped or
died. Monster bands wandered the commons. We do well
to wander. Cocks, asses, pigs changed shape with the
sheep. Some turned black as you recall, but thousands
made owls over with iron feathers. Flies en mass did frogs
some good. It was beautiful if you like the sort. I tell you
I'm waiting for scorpions, caterpillars, ants to turn peacock.
There are no names left for the human, samurai behind the
back, elbow in a chair, knee to the left, shoulders right,
entities of Mind across the stars. It's not about arriving at
the state from which one fled, horns in the middle of
heads. A stranger can see salvation in one ounce packs, the
same for those on the bottom as on top. The ass was a cow
and the cow was a bear, the cow was a lion, the cow was
anything but itself, but nothing compared to the hog
hordes. Rebellious ass-long years turned up their horns
from the middle of that decade and blew, which did not
exactly give heart either.
I had planned to tell these crimes accompanied by rushing
thoughts, thunderstorms, wind, the noise of the highway.
Every apocalypse is accompanied by such thoughts. Best
advice, go quietly. Which is possible to deny. Better to
54hear and know and not understand than to hear and
understand. The upstart can't hear the noise of its own
approach. Hero though you may be or somebody
maintains, this was already the best of all possible worlds.
Unconscious in those veins to survive about sea and land.
Gravity is my muse. It sums the fish in tanks. I think I am
angry about it. Giants are not the prophets they once
believed. Among the race at war in the abyss, love not the
world, government theologues prophesy extinction,
denuded planets, supernatural intercourse, corruptions.
Adobe walls and housetop worlds of badger, tortoise,
yarrow, blood moons and airy creatures of earth superior
to this, were traded to the Red Rock Giants.
One thing the ice giants of Abenaki had going was the
noise of the highway. That is to say, don't wait it out in
Weimar or hide under Dresden in the roar. Things could
get worse. Vapor of rockets, chemtrails of the sky flee the
field.
It wasn’t Caliban who wrote the brochure. It wasn't a god
either, even if the last days of Noah returned. You know
they were doing bad things. Phrases from The Revelation
started to appear on buildings and bulletin boards: Shape
Locust, Fall Wormwood, Untimely Fig, Balaam to Balak!
A complete list can be had for twenty bucks. Things were
moving for mentality mastered el pure humano. Severed
from culture and the past, new reptilian intelligence paid to
live 5000 years. Didn’t technology double every two?
Civilization was a silver dollar rolling across the floor. Not
grotesque even, for distortion was superior. Tidal influence
reached 15 km inland from the sea. Peopled with
allegories about faceless interchangeable cogs of pen and
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ink fish, small fish poured out of the mouth of large
beached fish like small words out of big. Land and water
overrun by dictionaries and fish, academies overrun, a
two-legged fish walks up with a fish in its mouth a one
handed fish lacks. A fish bird flies with a fish head from a
fish tree. A word dug from a mound turns up as a head
under a verb. Mind mountains and dust fractals, a
maximum Orc studied by a faux anthropologist by a faux
professor eats them. This is colonial with a shriek, a nice
gesture of Otaku to implode and distort. Whether reflection
of force is destruction itself or avalanches, landslides,
eruptive waves, mind waves crumble in distortion
according to no law, is the mind natural? No. It thinks.
Things fall from cranks. Mabinog colonists hang down by
the water, backs to the land, gazing out to sea. The poems
of Kiss embossed in holograms behind them at Dulce Port,
they sit on jetties, fix their reveries on Ocean. Too new
upon the land even if they carry succubi in their hands,
eyes open on keypads while their ears hear the roar, in the
smell of salt sea they wait for leviathan to come up the
shore.
Hundreds of feet above the water, cargo containers hover.
Heraclitus said the sea is never the same. Ill proportion of
multi-lopsided points off arch center rearranged curves and
planes of lines, the verge of irregularity a literary distory.
People Against Nature, sacrilegious beds of hothouses.
Nature is innocent compared. Flames and reactions make
beautiful, normal acceptance de pornea.
There came a stretch when the stone cats envisaged faery
heads upon us. Black and white paintings of tunnels and
roads fit a landscape undermined with coal, lined where
56we lived along hillsides. If you have a sense of humor
that's where I washed the letters off of tombstones. Those
who know the future by staying in the lines don't balance
on the rails, shoot out insulators, walk the tracks with a
gun. "Sink a shaft far from the inhabited surface, go down
swinging to and fro, hanging by rope." Are there eyes at
the bottom of the sea, supposing I descend? I cast the
molds into the bath. Endless stairs where the future swims.
Whose name is this, this name and this? We colonists
were of different minds 1) whether to acknowledge the
collective at all, or think we were autonomous, that our
minds were our own, which you can see is a psychology
filling in the entrance, a thin layer of hard earth on top with
loose soil further down. Stone letters written below shale
in these creeks, factories held on by wax, leaves blown
into letters on the street, sea pictures in sand so obvious,
forest fires burning trees into sentences: "You have seen
many things, but pay no attention; your ears are open, but
you hear nothing." Reverse bark edges, needle grass.
Colonists would convert the darkness, comfort annihilation
with every effort to domesticate freedom. The more we
have, the less we understand. To have a thing but not
know it, do a thing but not do it, Claus von Münchow built
a time portal in Afghanistan and in The Twin Kingdoms of
the Euphrates, Three Kingdom agents said they could
mutate fifteen dimensions. Proponents hid their mad intent
under a show of balance. Münchow wanted the patent for
world gridlines to time tunnel hyperspace. Guten noir.
Just because this goes on does not mean we know it.
Something was placed between. You going to kick and
scream to hear these triplings are broadcast waves. Masses
ruled with collective control from 1927. World
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population tripppled to 8 billion. Buildings exteriorized
exactly at the moment this paragraph was written.
Zivilization. Further discension, genetic tinkerers in the
Colonies, Pleiadian or not, engineered a protohuman state,
Ur fell by nature and exteriorized in a man on a life raft
who sent verse into the sea. Don't pretend the middle is
between these two. The middle is the collective mind
battle, great against small, all against one who questions
the mouse, or human against cosmos.
1) They did not acknowledge the collective, 2) They
thought they were autonomous, 3) that their minds were
our own. Such exaggerations upset freedom and
information.
Of course flesh is not stone, not dug with steam shovels
and picks but dessicated, shrunk, contracted to reveal
hidden springs when all that mass is taken, hidden springs,
tree roots and strata, so it's hard to think itself unique to
make a resonant chamber, the soul, each day carry down to
the sea a little bucket of sand and bring back another of
water up the shore, mold castles and shapes of the moon, if
such a thing has shape. Each day without end change tack,
little bucket down or experience digs out a little more
solid, shaping, to imagine in a hundred years accelerated,
destined, predestined times and persons, internal
resonating in a chamber. The cauldron entices its
investigator, all the time in the pursuer" Located nowhere
at all, there exists a resonant cavity and the outward
chamber of the mouth, it is the soul, none other, inside the
throat, those caves and nasal beauties above, upper
chamber where beauty lives and all sounds, vowels, stops
take seat in production of the soul and echo relation,
58ventriloquism by pseudonym, not of a puppet master,
though we should consider it, but a speaking through the
present of the past, Rosenroth through Jung about
alchemy, always change, remolting feathers, remolding
images, words themselves, Messiah the last and first
philosopher to deduce language by the breath of his Mouth
whole worlds made solid, earth of beings, latent, excavated
into quarries, water at the bottom, strata showing marble,
dirt, stones, and underneath caves network echoes of a
hundred places, voices. So what was solid became hollow,
empty, vacuous...and what, not over at the finish. Then we
begin. Aftermath all. Prove this last, the fathers and
mothers, personal effects strip mined like watersheds,
colleges closed for experimental drugs, freeway uprooted,
coal, steel reputations by those surrendered, Will
Shakespeare unmoves mountains carried to the sea, Collar
and Artillery refute with Maimonides the stars, an
underground fairly called colonist, berm burrows a kind of
sleep. Badger day labors, Mouse, Rat, day sleep burrow
below trees in rock-veined cairns, reality of hunger, laying
low, so says "poor silly Mole, that thou should'st love to
be, / Where thou, nor Sun, nor Moon, nor Stars can see."
He takes a chair under the garden oak where women bathe
in afternoon. Smoother than basketballs below the hill,
fulfilling opposites a thousand generations. The great
delusion over books and civilizations having no purpose,
both sides prevent the revelation, one to cause it, the other
to find solution, disconnect, to make a word, not yet clear.
Opposites form the new creature. Not the way it was, but
is. Clay says to the center, spirit not of the world put in? I
was a poet myself on this planet. The first time I slept
naked in that dulce seaport of breads and parrots,
cockroaches, harbors and violence, I spoke behind a pulpit,
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addressed suffering to a dozen infirm saved. Affliction had
brought me from the colony of Pastorius
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There are many ways to offend those who have not seen
the cracks radiating from centers of implosion, fissures like
Tycho in the Moon, colony craterlets, orbits of
phyllotaxis, divergences perceptible as the shape Ohio
once was, or became. It too existed after proof of some
finite intelligence at work, occurring passim, the a priori
rendezvous-proving rule, circle down to circle for one
who descends, crossings seen in the meeting-places of
more than one canal.
To call them canals is a faux pa from the planned
obsolescence of intelligence that once existed, like
thinking the world flat mistaking rivers for canals,
spheroid for flat, something as if Gilgamesh below the
Euphrates Beltway to which people dug tracks and
underground trains in their temples to convince themselves
theirs was a perfect world. These tracks, taken apart, were
not seen, for this they did not do. Every effort to conceal
the one cell organism known as Mammon-Oranus, a huge
intestine of money was governed in Secret with its
primitive media nerves, for you know the gut has a brain
stimulating the tribes with “wow pulses,” multilayered in a
newfound. This *Stockholm-Munchhausen mosaic of
tribes caught between the coasts of the present-day
fabulous and history would digest money, excrete money,
displace other processes of being. After exposure the
Secret mind could produce these impulses on its own
which gurgle could not be spoken full in words.
60The man that tells it all, season of compass, whorl and
wheel, under factories of wax, held further down in letters
written in stone creeks you can see for what it is, filling in
the entrance, a thin layer of hard earth on top with loose
soil further down "You have seen many things, but pay no
attention; your ears are open, but you hear nothing," or
reverse timpani? Thou must winnow in thy looff, to seek in
it a glove. Reverse bark edges, needle grass comforts
annihilation.
Possession renamed the users beneath the inboard seas
over brawling brine, beast of the waste, the way
psychiatric patients rename themselves for disease. There
were Ford families, Sony people. Genuine interiority
changed for commercial identity. This said, we were doing
well. UK planetary agents had mutated fifteen dimensions
of the yore-flood staunching ocean. An puir wee crannie
doodlee in the different minds of men who broke the barn
frightened our heroes, Noah risen unseen, bound and
veined, almost unmade, the mystery stressed, hurdled to
grace. Who said they would go and tell? They hid the mass
effects of the ark driven Phison under a sort of twister a-
twisting a twist, order and strength more easily believed.
There were three choices of a water yarn with fire in him
of cobble foam streets: 1) was he a black man upon a black
horse who would not acknowledge the collective? 2) was it
a pig that just fiddling out -- thinking to be autonomous? 3)
was it an old sow in a terrible swoon that our minds were
our own? Odd poems came from this, such lines as thou
must barn thy mouse and thrash off the shoe to read.
3. Discension in the Alien Colonies of Gfovernment
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They see themselves contracted from diaphanous corona,
their moment of greatest brightness. Further contracted, in
decay, they have more understanding of this moment, but
do not have the moment. This begins the paradox of their
lives, to have a thing but not know it until they are
completely without, which continues until they are
completely opaque to light, a rhymed tightness of frost.
Itself formless, this shape becomes a form as in trees,
cracked skin, stout limb. A sapling gets to that. What
interests us is the circulation beneath lives and minds that
drives them to do what they don't know, while they think
they are doing something else and for different reasons
too. These imagine cave speaking psychologies that could
have filled in the entrance too, a thin layer of hard earth
on top with loose soil further down...but that plan is
impossible. In writing these stone letters in shale below
creeks, under factories further down, identity held on by
wax, it is not pretty to admit. You have seen many things,
but paid no attention; your ears are open, but you hear
nothing. The colonists deal with such reversal as the
timpani of Beethoven’s 9 th , to pick up a phrase, invert it,
splice it, reverse it at will. So, the beginning words, if they
were, WHO MADE THE DECISION, become BOOMAY
THE DECISION, ON, ON. The drum becomes the word,
the who a BOOM itself, echoing ON, ON.
This battle of the great against the small, and all together
against the blinds of cosmic doctrine propose to take a
part for the mouse. That the colonist is like the mouse
insists experiment saves them, and invites the colony into
its own great cause. Such premises understand language
easy to misunderstand. In reverse, paradise is annihilation,
no edge of bark, pine needle, grass, inversion semantics,
62clothes dryers, dish washers, make the colonist fear
wilderness, trees hid in darkness. Good was evil, evil was
good. Every effort of power to control and domesticate
freedom was there.
They are not of one mind these conquerors of DNA whose
imperial control suggests they are. Among the coffee
houses of base there is debate about how humanely to treat
the sub race, sub lunarians. You can see as it were scales
growing out on their arms. They look like tattoos. The law
of noncontradiction being the bete noir of robots and
scientists, they could not overcome the irrelevance in their
programs, edited out as junk some 50 % of noncoded
DNA. DNA George kept copies of the Principia (PM) in
his garage next to his car just in case this incompleteness
came too close. A putative getaway of centrifugal and
gravitational forces spun different directions at variable
speeds. The causes of quantum superposition were to spray
each night to complete the transfer. Many riders
experienced nausea. It’s not too much to say they turned
up the drones. The signs were vertigo, sleepless,
discoloration, dizziness, symptoms also of heavy metal
poisoning. Sleepers walked through the trance state. After
elections they would further turn up the waves, as felt in
the one note changes. It’s not good to say you don’t know
what this is, which sounds as paranoid as one could wish.
The agenda is a distant deep, not black and white, hence
not binary. I like it that their lives are so full and
confusing, that objects made and drawings already
published on other projects appear as if reduced to poetry,
but I cannot further in good conscience their terrible
genomic apocalypse of the mouse.
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I started out as a poet on this planet myself. You say
sarcastically, what better? I had no more idea what a poem
was than a state of sleep in forgetfulness. The formless
didn't explain how it changed. Any shaping thought
includes all utterance.
Does a thing seem so to them, by means of a finger to
illustrate a finger is not a finger? Much of their narrative
suggests a borderline savant consumed with language
foibles prophetic of its audience. The Aristarchians had an
unusual glow in the ultra-violet range, but Morpheus,
Amorphous, the opposites of fire and water in air, male /
female undivided, lips light and dark had no middle state.
So to manage our multiple paradoxes we construe as
amphibians those who constantly deal with land and sea,
as if they inhabited a planet with poles. Out of this
uncovering of their ducts in a cubicle of doors nothing
sought is heard and not, which Nothing includes the not, a
no that's not. This measures by what they saw, the soul for
either good or ill. This stretch of life was understood as
broken boundaries. To find themselves in the other, as
though passed on the street by themselves and failed to
recognize, they lived in a world surrounded by themselves,
but could not see. They did not know that shadows,
puppets, dolls had the same thoughts, which is what the
loss of the boundary did.
Don’t take symbolic literal people dressed as colonists
whose adjectives pile up, they are nouns on the table of the
foyer, smart talk on the rug, ambiance, not symbol. Facts
please and open liqueurs, bracelets keep the surface.
George Ludwig Wittgenstein his head, admirably on that
pedestal a Airpark, said, "can that which is not be?
64Discension in the alien colonies of gfovernment must
oppose ascension, even if it also means dissension,
difference of opinion. Backgrounds of amorphous seed
bring every reality to those who call sarcasm the opposite
of what's said, to mock the hearer. They didn't call then a
paradise, but now was the lost epiphany. Now was a wish
for paradise, the dream of it when the dream was gone, a
comedy of then and now inverted, a bifocal, or maybe
anocular polyopy, looking through the wrong end.
Paradise inverted now, not in paradise even while told you
are. Paradox working.
Blind man and elephant describe what I call terrain, the
monstrous satire of eating itself. Bizarre carnivoristic
practices eating the house it lived in, air and sea and then
itself. When a fancy satire felt round the edges penetrating
to the core, a giant, stone hearted, stone faced cliff is not
that smart up close, which carcass stands for eating itself,
to what end I have no idea, and the whole thing is a joke
unless it turns out otherwise of course, then who can say?
There seem to be two of carcasses, one alive, parceled out,
so to speak, and one in wagons distributed elsewhere. We
call this amusement no acronym even if it continually says
it is. Much of the possibility shed along the chain of being
biped, its coarseness desiccating right out of itself, and
then blowing up perforce, I mean exploding right there in
the mountain and plain, ho, ho. Yes, the Oracle.
Of course the amphibian cannot swim like Jonah, a prime
land combatant at sea. The colonist there is at home as
land, as if there were some clam, admirable for its failure
to open, although failure nourishes opposites while it frets
between. Colonists you see will only ask for advice when
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they don’t need it, but do not dare to take it when they do.
Offer will induce pout, despair. One if by land two if by
sea. Crustacean creation monheim, is the reason for sea
legs and hard coat, but soft viscera are not all; these beings
are not diamond, ho ho, or pure spirit you know.
As if to hide the hidden big for them to see up close, they
want to show what people say, about escaped shadows of
light and come back believed. Colonists ride the back of
these torrents from the singing rhythm and image of the
word itself that tells them who they are.
I too fear the fickle Freaks and all the monarch stars of Oz
that plead entertainment to save.. Gfovernment replaced
the larger thing its senate defies, Paul Anka said. They all
knew the crime bosses made them criminal. If you wanted
to go along you got along and they were all right as long as
they stayed got. All the big clubs, networks, studios,
publishers analogized to government. Collective mind,
artificial intelligence, the ET ruse had same strategy, blind
to dwarf four, by size and number, words without words
because it is the feeling, always the same, of pain and
suffering told. This was the philosophy of the base houses,
coherence too subtle to grasp, of which nothing else can be
said except the poem about Little Lucy.
Little Lucy where have you gone?
I went to London to see the Queen.
Little Lucy what did you there,
I frightened the mouse.
How could that be different from what it said? It was
always a translation problem for the crime bosses though.
Like myths about elephants, Little lamb, who scared thee?
66or the one they especially loved, The wolves are lovely,
dark and deep. Sure we can come up with more but what’s
the point? Coherence is too big to see. The small and the
great are for the poor in between.
To criticize these high figures and their fires off the
Roman Camp at Ynys Môn, where sea and sink holes
attribute to Merlin and Old Salisbury Sarum and snowy
owls hang like low mist of mountain, flint middens, creeks
and Madrones, a soldier fallen beneath bracken. We have
to live among the furrows where they translate a trail in the
woods of song bird, elk and deer speech the two voices,
Inner, maybe we call it that, or mental, implicit that speaks
through a mouthpiece of passive dictation, mind you, with
one memory extant, one record written transfiguring the
originary unspeakable, as if to say thought became, but
failed and became language. Voice of all that forged the
anvil of bear, bird, and cat philosophers who write
themselves.
To recognize there was a story of ineffable or really hard
work turned some form or other, simply train whistles at
night, roosters all morning, the eager flap of one’s tongue,
moving back and forth, not just ups and downs like birth
and death, of which winter was in jeopardy and snow, but
if we name the shape of the stone and metal whirling, the
accident contradiction, it would be great stuff after the
lightning phrase begot the fire, produced the desired. The
time it takes is no concern. There is no time. All that
matters is after reverses ignorant of alternatives that would
have been, the shape of a head, a cross, a tree, stems of
flowers the internal shapes. There is language to describe
the internals, to say the aspirant flies out of a world to live
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in pure praise. This spares those bones of epigrams washed
ashore.
One thing is sure, the individual is not countenanced by the
“forces” whatever they are, which is how the war works,
casting the individual under the bus of the collective by
saying that 1) we do not acknowledge the collective, 2) we
think we are autonomous, unique, 3) that our minds are our
own. The purpose of these exaggerations to further the
cosmic even in the midst of continued ballyhoo about
freedom and access to information, gives great collective
ideas to rule the masses.
Does it come out any clearer if we regard the unimportant
thing like a palimpsest, a writing over writing where
parchment in such short supply, bleached or not, is
overwritten in a different ink? This "new writing," maybe
only lists of things, over top of ancient texts when the lists
are removed on top of old precepts, resonant with the past
you can scrape off and see what's beneath, to retell the
telling of a thing, repeating it again and again over
centuries, told and retold and retold in the middle of the
night, the ape who becomes a man, the animal speaks of
itself so that we at all points can consider him in the third
person, retelling some concrete version of a myth without
referring exactly to it, a myth that underlies and surrounds
all that is said to archaeological strata that lie unconscious
until we name. Everything built on top of everything else,
the word a coat you can wear and give away, that transfers
by your will to extend it. You're going to say you've been
praying all these years to extend the word that you have
done.
Dilemmatic Struck
68We don’t mean whales here, for Maria pseudo-hirsuta was evolving.
The eyes look west with dragon heads. Zillyzation needed Long
Necks for this humor. Waiting to appear that Hydra seemed alive
with moving heads, tongues lashing. Bigger than blue whales but
invisible. Contoured and finned, masked and tusked, metallic
surfaces scaled like a head of that state, reptilian don musk,
Leviathan Pharaoh. Which is all mythological nonsense anyway? Is
it beast government produced out of oil and gas, one of four beasts
that come up from the sea, drilled and mined? Dragon mines the
elements. Dragon crews for dragon gas. Such a state is liberty to
those who measure their freedom by the subjection of others.
Just what Kultur they need has them all great. Just being an elephant
needs to be aware that poetry is a foreign language nobody speaks, a
little like thought. When stone hits glass the breakage conforms to
gravity and glass and reason covers her breasts. Only the act
unknowing reveals the submerged. Of course I wept, tears ran from
my eyes as if I were burning wood to make charcoal of the mind. If
these firings were apocalypses, then the pine would die in the fire!
Dedalus heated onions in a pan. I hate to spoil the ending.
Leviathan has a greater following than Behemoth among these
mystic. They make necklaces out of the scales. The brazen fins of
wanton whales suggest other political types too, as do the shark teeth
scattered over beaches. If a mouse could climb through an elephant's
trunk to gnaw its brain, then a whole town country planet can be
undermined by the proboscises of leviathaniasis. And whether Beo
takes LevBy withal, to wear its spectacles, nose piercing through the
snares within the ribs where dolphins swim, the mighty body falls.
King over the children of pride those sperm dress alike, ready to
disperse such organs as the most rebellious body parts of Adam
shamed. Illa parte magis regnat additamentum leviathan spawns
abound in Janus, Luther or Mamet, prisoner or flesh, and lead all
other parts to rebel beside water and on land. As serpents gripe and
break the hot petcock from our sight, moving land and under sea,
remember that banquet to be served. ╬Behemoth Apatosaurus or
Argentinosaurus.
being that the account here is a translation from notes taken as these
ideas unfolded, patch worked together, often with arbitrary custom,
often being simply the last one that occurred, and then further
condensed, as if the attempt were to achieve a kind of verbal
alchemy, parts of words broken off, neologisms, other languages,
homonyms substituted for nouns in an old century baroque style. It
has been the custom for writers to pretend to be editors for some
time, so it may not be entirely believed that this story really is a
translation even if from the English. Why does English need to be
translated from English? Simply because the original writing is
unanimously judged incomprehensible and samples could readily be
offered, there being above a hundred pages, but we fear that would
only cause one to put down this account. Suffice it that this is part
history, part mythology and that it has a didactic end implied withal,
but figuring that out is a little beyond what the translator fairly
believes should be attempted.
Mabinog colonists down by the water, hang with their backs to the
land and gaze out to sea, the poems of Kiss embossed in holograms
behind them at Dulce Port. They sit on jetties, reverie on Ocean
Inhaesio, extasis, seeking the thing, not the thing's reason. Too new
upon the land to even carry succubi in their hands, eyes open on
keypads while their ears hear the roar, they wait in the smell of salt
for leviathan. Think that sculptors and the piscine shapes of women
know what goes? How many fishes in the deep blue sea? What’s the
cause of simplicity in priests? The dilemmatic and problematic
structure of virtue.
Of course leviathan undersea is curves and planes, as Heraclitus its
prophet said, but on its surface, ever changing, nothing to be seen
but storm between the clouds and waves, a cataract of fire that rose
and sank again in the scaly folded crest above the waves. It reared
on golden rocks in globes of fire, eyes that evaporated sea in smoke.
Leviathan's forehead divided green & purple streaks, a tiger, its
mouth and gills hung wide. Just above the illuminations of blood
and foam was the fury of a spiritual existence advancing.
Eternal Father, strong to save, protect us from the restless wave. O
hear us when we cry to Thee For those in peril on the sea.
724. Annex II The cycle of nature inhabited by Behemoth
and Leviathan.
"These monsters are identical with Satan, except Satan
revealed, not disguised as natural miseries of drought and
famine and pestilence, social and political Egypt and
Babylon, Sabean Raiders, Pharaoh and Nebuchadnezzar
the subject of Hobbes and Blake. Behemoth 'chief of the
ways of God' and Leviathan 'King over all the Children of
Pride' as a power in man makes for tyranny civilization,
that can be destroyed, but not by the natural circumference
of human effort Hence those born in the belly of
Leviathan, the world of stars and indefinite places, can see
Leviathan if regurgitated up, outside him, Jonah and Job.
the nether deep grew black as a sea & rolled with a
terrible noise: beneath us was nothing now to be seen but
a black tempest, till looking east between the clouds & the
waves, we saw a cataract of blood mixed with fire and not
many stones throw from
us appeard and sunk again the scaly fold of a monstrous
serpent. at last to the east, distant about three degrees
appeard a fiery crest above the waves slowly it reared like
a ridge of golden rocks till we discoverd two globes of
crimson fire. from which
the sea fled away in clouds of smoke, and now we saw, it
was the head of Leviathan. his forehead was divided into
streaks of green & purple like those on a tygers forehead:
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soon we saw his mouth & red gills hang just above the
raging foam tinging the black deep
with beams of blood, advancing toward us with all the fury
of a spiritual existence.
Human persons as spirit entities independent of material
embodiment stretch out a hand toward heaven that there
may be darkness over Egypt, a darkness to be felt. No
wonder they feared. Our outpost was invisible. Rebellion
was a small event among the anonymous compounds while
NASA bombed the moon. Deserters from the other side
knew all the stratagems. Supposed opposites ISIL
alongside EU. More the disinformed. A military seemed to
suit us, an invisible Pict Wall, or a colony, but nothing so
dramatic as Hadrian for our fortification of mind. In the
race to cut doubt down those at war with the wild worlds
of badger, tortoise and yarrow, and the ways of angels, a
whole crowd prophesied when world government
theologues ordered the extinction. You would not believe
what visible-invisible supernatural intercourse emerged to
replace the natural. Bare topped flat rock provoked the
thought of the age.
We lived in a perfected bubble. Eulenspiegel zivilization
was a spider in the web of the eye which means it changed
everything seen, while itself was blinded, but don't blame
the eye. The mind is fooled, not the sense. What can be
done for the man in the iron room who thinks the universe
is god? Nothing penetrates. Would he rather die without
waking, suffocated in sleep, or wake to the pain?
Differences from this were called terrorist. The iron room
was the EM gauze around the head of Zaps. Civilization
fooled the mind. Its astronomers snuff out its sun with
74predictions like comets, but to snuff the universe was not
its plan. The universe was ziv's god and the unconscious its
handiwork. You think it good that it will clone your liver.
The little women must pay. Entrainment occurs when shoe
meets maker. Street 3, Hz to 30 and VLF to 300. Pretty girl
kHz explains every bit. Among crank engines and hoses
the captain was a duck. Under siege of illumination pitch
musty events blew away in the street. They covered stairs
lined with boots. They cut down the tree, went to sea in an
open boat, Broadcasts curdled our engineer. If all men
were one man what a great man that would be. These cats
sacked reality. Brain octaves hoisted Humpty-dumpty.
This said, the riders weren't well. Unsure what records
were kept, what written notes were kept on the bridge, tape
recordings, hidden cameras, a city-nation absorbed in air,
which adults believe in silence then disbelieve, Timmy
Linn insisting on none but memory, two sources of his
own forced by persons we should call crimes against
children, like little Indian boys. Tommy Trot and Tom
beat, Go to Bed Tom. Part of the house-empire
anestheticide of Rome, Dame Rota with a basket of eggs.
Sins attach to the old man, forced acts enveloping, too
much bliss exaggerates each case, nature they broke down
all tumbled in.
This old woman that lived in a shoe was a mew phase-
locked multiple coherent frequency entrained in her home.
This bridge butcher with half of human brainwaves
synchronized got all up in the green wood of a hill. It pit a
bull upon the heel, slag holes from fresh mine pits rolled
green. Flares of imagination and torpedoes beside the
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tracks, maggoty pie jimmied from metal shacks strapped to
the rock dropped twenty feet to explode. To hoist a piece
of roasted frog, Rachet, Robet, Bob.
When you assume this I shall. Round about a hundred feet
below swelled physical reality. Up starts Bobbin and looks
at the sky. Good sir your horse must be shod. Heels of
brass to trample down. A belief system is a cart with six
horses. Mr. Sponge reached critical mass. They changed
his frequency. Sides too slippery? Drive down the door
cheeks. Down in a cart, then hoist to the brewer's big pan
What do you say there Jogglebury for fear of not surviving
the climb? Fire and slag. What to do? Too much to say
they turned up the drones. Every relation of converse
changed. Agenda a distant binary, a Wee Totum Fogg.
Mystical nudes out of the dimness roam. The spray would
feel nauseous, sleepless, dizzy, discolored, symptoms of
heavy metal poisoning. Sleep in a trance, after the
elections, Tittlemouse Tommy in his coat and breekie
upped the waves, relations only identical when their
converses are.
Over the hills and far away our plaid will not be blown. I
trip the trencher quantum each night, superposition at the
transfer. Heaven's body severed from its belief that the
stars are gods, that the sun is a god, old and older than
history, the host of heaven shall be dissolved, the heavens
rolled together as a scroll: their hosts shall fall as the leaf
falls off the vine, as a fig from the tree. Stephen being
stoned says you made gods out of stars, worshiped
heavenly bodies, had a portable Moloch for your Saturn to
carry the idols you worship, (Acts 7. 42, 43), Deut 4.19,
that they should be driven to worship sun, moon and stars,
76all the host of heaven and serve them, this he said, he
would go and tell. For My sword shall be bathed in
heaven. Tis not a game of nemesis. It's a titty tawtay cum
truth an octave up the globe. Replacing butcher boys, the
Nazi Bunkhouse changed name for no reason other than
geese follow tit-tat, some yellow necked, some yellow
backed, to serve the robots in a dream where some
catastrophe takes to dance in front of the eyes unable to
prevent. Longman, Foreman, Thumbkin NO SHOUT
AWOKE THE WORLD FROM. Mental bramble with
search -he scratched out both is eyen. Spiritual damnatio
snail and a Kyloe cow possessed end nightmares, Wagner
made real...art prophesied -I hung his coat and trousers to
roast before the fire.
Prophets are absolved by their details. "Bathed" could be
taken as reflecting light of the stars, or anointed with oil.
But the heavens viewed as bodies and blood and the sword
bathed in the heaven blood means all the false ideas of
biosraum, stars supplanting the true, worshiping the throne
instead of the ruler, ends. Immortality needs to live
somewhere exaggerates the boat pig of Tobago. Secrets
bought and sold grant status to the inured. Occult
handshakes, authority in rituals masking GMO to Help
Humanity. Wherever you see the five hundred blessed
wise and strong is a counterfeit for all.
the secund day we syng of Stevene,
that stoned and steyyd up even
Tod God that he saw ston in hevyn
Weimar! well swum swan! a Going Out of Business sign
hung.
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So an te a leag an sabhul
Soan te a ghoid an siol
So an te a sheas ag amhaire,
So an te a ruith air falbh.*
Too bad about
Saturn, not good
news for
astrology, for if
the stars fall can
the planets be far
behind? But while
stars are stars, the
sword is Breath
ahead of time.
Nobody in public
life wanted to talk
about it even if
everybody knew it was coming. We were invited to come
and see. But before the Sixth Seal opened the Fifth
explained why fall of a usurping system of idol worshipers
of themselves. That the sword bathes in the heaven means
massacre. This is the man who broke the barn. Ah-a, Ah-a
BrainSpeak the wheel! Whip Jack, Whirl Tom, Spread
Spectrum -SSSS - Ringo the last pops down. Present
‘reality,' at 435 MHz, redesigned for little Josie, a new
really, three legs and an iron cap of thought from Richard
Dick, who louped the dyke @ 400-450 Mhz. Trains boiled
black all the way to Colley Fair. to get Black Barney to
trot. Silent Sound Jingo peerie, weerie, winkle.
This was the man that stole the corn. Ultra-High
Frequency Canny Wannny broadcast inaudible messages
78directly to the subconscious. A darkness over Egypt to be
felt. Tis black without, tis black within. Mob Excess
Deterrent Used Silent Audio upon a stick, the Queen of
Hearts (MEDUSA) gave short tarts, microwave pulses.
Moulter rapid heat shockwaves inside skull were attended
with silk. Touch or stand in this battlefield of elves like a
pussy cat in a microwave. That's how the bugs get out of
the corn Wussicat Metronomes of the social order: Joe,
Nell, Punch Punicello. Coded, subjugated Polly Flinders,
prioritized alters, with corn rigs a bonnie, layered in. This
proviso serves personalities All. He pulled out his pipes
and played subliminal. Whose hogs are these? None
should be believed. Goe pound them, goe pound them, All
should be believed. fine bird Little Wannny Pays
doodledly, doodledy, dan Corn Runaway.
This is the man who stood looking on and did 'he seen a
fella burn wid da hollow o' straw,' Black barney Lope
Dake. Steel that's adagio.
* love of captivity-sickness
*This is the man that broke the barn,This is the man that
stole the corn, This is the man that stood looking on, This
is the man that ran.
II. Reset Blue Superstitution Farewell Blue
Superposition
Wanderer, there is a road of wakes upon the sea
your footsteps are the road and more;
there is no road, the road is made before.
Walking makes the road, and behind no one sees the path
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Erosion from the Atlantic Ocean also known at Guanabara
Bay created nothing compared with the depths off
Montauk where Levi goes all up and down the Sound, it
cannot berth in Rio and other shallows, but the Goliath
herd, “his strength is in his hips” “his power is in his
belly” who moves his tail like a cedar redwood, “with
bones like beams of bronze” if not like subway tubes
andhis ribs like wars of iron” lends support to “first”
referring to size, due to the parallel clause these following
renderings to recognize the chief of the ways of God: the
mountains bring him food, where all the field beasts play
who lies under shad trees in covert reeds. The shade covers
him with shadow; willows of the brook compass him
about. The whole unknown insisted, nor did he nor I seek
to be credited that Future things swim before me in empty
outlines and skeletons, all the past grown dim.
When I say he went natural on this journey it means last
first. Leaving from the end he saw the beginning and had
to wait through it. Brubeck? It is not possible for him not
to be, for if it follows that he is not and he is bound not
then that is the path I tell you cannot be explored, for you
could neither recognize what is not nor express it. FOR IT
IS THE SAME THING TO THINK AND TO BE.
Journey first. At no time in all the years, in confidential
extremes, were these memories mentioned, not that they
had taken place, much less what they meant. It must be a
species of POW camp and writing about it four decades
late, in letters to his daughter overseas, never face to face
in that time with Invisibility. All told they call it shock.
That son lay in the forest to bring the stars to earth. Who
would have thought it would be done. All Imaginations of
hearts that were first Consultations; past, and present, and
80future, distinguish not. They did it by themselves? A goat
trampled them. How many miles to Babylon? Three score
miles and years and ten. You can get there by candle if
your heels are light. One remembers this as felt. If
knowing is seen, touched, felt, what matters is faith
understood.
Lordynges, by this ensample I you preye
Wall a tonge with teeth and lippes eke
For man sholde hym avyse whate'er he speeke
Only he that made him can make his sword to approach
unto him. His family had moved back that last year from
where it was when he was five, in strip mined hills and
galligaskin forests, creeks, who used to walk the slag piles
and giant pits, though now I suppose they are canyons with
green water at the bottom, a kind of mountain lake, but
treacherous as a commonplace book of Charles I. He
would leave while his family was still asleep before dawn
and walk the steppes. This town bordered on one side by
two tracks, just prior to a yard of large importance with a
roundhouse where Bobby Shafto lived. Black soot
billowed up from the engines. We always had a supply of
flares and torpedoes on hand, if not dynamite to fetch a
ducking or two. The tracks bordered the Creek filled with
wreckage of lost trains; huge cubes of scrap metal stuck up
from the shallows where the rails followed the creek part
way, lined with telegraph poles on that side like hillocks
ramblin, tracks set into the mountains that rose up from the
valley flat of the farms on the other side like an old song
and created a fierce updraft that ganged the burn that
reared with flames in dry spells by the trains. Then the
small town would rally its playfellows in the street,
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volunteer to fight the flame with mats and rakes and
whoops as the flames rose a hundred feet in air. I say this
as a participant, so that the sheep shall take no harm, for
that place is nothing real. You can have pudding in half an
hour there or anything you want. I talked to a lot of lazy
deuks especially one guy who had just made a river, but
didn't know if it was wet - river, sky, all relations plain.
Apparent horizons persist for a period of time that sit in the
coal-neuks, caves and giant holes on Mars, luminosities of
beams of light inside the Clavius Crater not to speak of the
Plato Canadians saw, a cloud with violet edges on the Sea
of Tranquility, blink, a 12 mile long bridge in Mare
Crisium popped up, not to speak of The Shard and The
Tower sphericals to testify before congress about the truth
of bald higher power with no eyelashes and unblinking
pareidolia praying, meaning “Place of Rejoicing,” fourteen
of them among the towns Okokammeh, Natick, Mashpee,
Hassanamisco, Herring Pond and Nukkehkummee
Maanexit, Quinnatisset, “little long river” and
Wabaquasset, Glosknap to the core.
Maybe you're one of them as likes to know where
Brubaker went, what Brubaker meant. Where is Brubaker
vibrating a thousand times, billions of him fill space.
Superposition he was complete. I really can't see it matters
much if they always flee to the mountains. One shall be
taken one shall be left, not to hold the ratio. Two in the
field, two in the bed, it sticks in the mind. Don't jump off
the roof, but don't go down to pack, that's Brubank, or
Brubeck, entities side by side out in all directions, Burbank
Burrins of scale, chemtrail, ultra camp fema cows, good
for the author of a trillion thoughts. Stats on thoughts see
82into the other made unsanctified. Never hunt up the
ultimate narcissus.
Thyng that is seyd is seyd, and so forth it gooth,
Though hym repente, or he be nevere so looth.
"Sanctified topple kings!" Vision artists topple themselves,
beheading on the drug which pilgrims seek in parlors and
in homes, like mens' clothing calling from closets, seeking
to be filled. Influence behavior like a government agent.
See yourself naked in body and mind, but in truth it is only
when you are clothed are you whole.
The stars set out to mark the change like figs, ripe figs. A
strong wind littered the ground, ripe to overripe. Here's a
thorn in flower. one small way to access close-curtained
light. So what do you pick them up with, one by one?
Utter nakedness. The fig has kept its secret. The wind hath
blown my plain away. You see through the scarlet. That's
how a fig lies. They come to get their sark. Sewn fig.
Walnuts fall to perfection, not Tartarus, deepest of all, one
last scientifically attained gold dig. Ask and it shall be
given. Figs eager to fall stow it in mousen's hall, push on
their horns for position, jockeying rash things, unless they
change their minds. How does a fig or a star change its
mind? By embarassment. Hie hoe the carryon. Whether
before or after worship, star-fig bondage exudes a drop of
ripeness and all. Pussy-cat came in the barn. A medley of
songs composed the taste of words in her mouth. Pig-hoge
wilt thou be min?
Draw down the 4 of cups and tramp between the wolf and
the dog. The full character was not within the bounds of
the denatured thing compared, the simple Brubaker heart
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that shed illusions, to say his name, alone on alveolar earth
that probed back in the throat, absent in English but
common in the East, alveolar swallowed in deeps. That
ridge behind the teeth surface was Jonah, swallowed, if we
take it swallowing the fish, then him as seasons allow.
Which passes in this world for tolerance or get scalped.
What cannot be reached with Rimbaud on his bed, which
meditation starts at the end where there's no need to
biograph. As he says, it's all in the books no man can read.
Every character speaks not to affirm or deny. Clearly this
concerns the way the world turns, as if he had in fact come
into life after all the divinations of blood. Who so waited, I
know where is a life. Opposites in this sought not, only
who would receive. It says, he was in the world and the
world was made by him and the world knew him not. It
says he came to his own and his own received him not. But
to as many as received him, every character speaks, I've
got a sweet little angel. I love the way she spread her
wings and flies, but nobody believes the rigor following
impossibility, knowing Nature is a Heraclitean fire. O
pity and indig | nation! Manshape disseveral star, shone
sheer off, in the thousand mountains of flow, but on the
other, swallowed this Jack, a poor potsherd, | matchwood
immortal. No he is not. Oh yes he is. No.
It makes sense to live between the two cultures of monster
myth, otherwise you join one against the other, colonized
if native and if English compassed in class, classified right
out. Peace or war forced the choice, but there was no
greater danger than a king of peace. The struggle for
consciousness begins, whether in Ginsburg lamenting
Cairo and Jerusalem, any ethnic Indian, Irish, Welsh,
German, Spanish against the English, or Christian caught
84between new life and the lusts of the flesh, multi
transformed simple to complex, understanding apart.
Empathy overcomes. The culture, equivalent colonies
fosterd serial isolations: "we're actually smelling each
other right now, but our, we, as we talk, don't know that,
but our bodies know my gestures, yours, the look in the
eye." When I walk among the doves before five AM
disunity makes consciousness. I feel the same as at eight
walking among the trees. Do not be one with the world.
So consider what outside the self is false. Every man not
his own priest, a priest of his school, when wisdom was
greater than today if wisdom is a pyramid scheme, sav
lasav sav lasav kav lakav kav lakav, staggering drunk. The
Days before the Flood of other Comings too. No mention
of nephilim. Not that it matters; living as though the
Coming were upon them, asleep in their indulgences -- not
going to wait and Watch. Things are drinking songs and
stories.
Heavy stones exploded with these taunts from that bridge
suspended above the volcano, that blew open the bellows,
raged up hillsides. The whole landscape was undermined
with coal, dug ruthfully from the ground, far awa' among
yon hills, like Franz Kline's black and white childhood in
Wilkes Barre, Wales. Life next to tracks where the engine
smoke unscrubbed, black as soot, two tracks, sharpy and
bulgy, the freight trains passed, up from the yard, outcome
of chin chopping the hillsides undermined by extracting
cutery corn, a blessing that prevented the greater todaelde.
There were always these notes among the gold, oil seep
stained the ground from its derelict pump.
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Balancing on the rails those years up from the
Roundhouse, Ka choo, Ka choo, shooting out insulators,
this Vater Eberhard, collected torpedoes and flares along
the tracks to fasten and drop upon Der Bischof, below on
the rocks. Hence the folk-chant when he woke on the mid
line between sea and land, decompressing bends and
chokes, plumbed with beaches, oxygen entering lungs.
And if you haven't got any of these pretty selves to hear,
the tongue that spoke after awhile said it was a sea one
without end, before the water was wet, no currents, no
boats or flood to ratchet out the stones. Those who walk
underground wait for moments like this, for a butter cake
to sink a shaft far from the inhabited surface, swinging to
and fro, hanging by a rope. Those ignorant of the future
don't walk the tracks with a gun. I never see'd such butter,
sin' i was born. Will I have eyes at the bottom of the sea,
supposing I descend? Will I see St. Peter which fit soul to
make gun, to powder potassium chlorate in basements?
These questions always distinguish self and other. Did you
know King's College was on fire, Mr. Brubaker? I can't
show you now whether this was better than fraking the
ozone at super collider, to think about things, mash them,
dash them, but how do we know what enters our thoughts?
Brubaker need not be present but no substitute for him will
do. How can he then be the object of our thought if all the
king's horses cannot pull him up, or opposite forces cannot
push him down? Medicated government agents,
hypnotists, doctors of disordered mind take one part anima
raving in a quantum two places at a time.
A further bit of batter. That oil well that came in gushed
against the schoolhouse window panes on the side of the
86cliff overlooking the tracks where creek pools of water
scorpions were croodin. My boy Willie, a large attraction
in the time and place of this War, played the boom blatto
of pirates, steel guitars in a blizzard by the few thousands,
volavit volucer sine plumis, amenities whose outcome
retained the mills and freedom of access. Always there
were little birds elemental and slow. Snow maples, elms,
pilsner away, the largest class that school had seen, born to
a text and context as if to say, we've ploughed the land,
voluntary or not, now bring out the options and choices
that nobody knows. Shu-a-O, away.
Sharing personhood with a river brings succor, and in
relation to spouse, should you have both, laughter with the
telling. That is why they're laughing at the fire of
forgetfulness. At about seventy David got cold and they
sent him a girl to warm his bed. We have no need of
telepathy in love, nor memory, love is complete . This
baptism like a rushing wind, you don't know where it
comes, or goes. See this and forget yourself if you want to
be good.
Here is what they think at seventy. They compare the
hidden layers of some tapestry in the world, fertile and
corrupt, sheol sans fire, a shade that can claim the comedy
of desire. They say life is a life changing event in a
Ledean white body yolk shell, hollow of cheek mind, a
king caked with mold to mumble over, revealing the path.
Count up to ten in the western wall where the candled
wood-knots shine blood red. To pick between early
incandescence and later diffusion, a limbo in terrestrial
hell, the fish and the fisherman sent over to read the
Second Sermon on Psalms, 1625, of “hairy hearts,"
darkness dawns, flee the shadows above. He asked to be a
poet On the Way Out of Sheol, wrote in the dark, but the
dark turned to light. The wind blew out the depth. Wind
took him on the height, in the night dawn rescue. The
young man from Santa Elena said, "I want to be like you."
90Reality is that
hard to accept, but
then it exists The
eye tries to make
these look like
something it
recognizes and
taken for what is
in soda cans and
trucks, if we
could bring
ourselves to
admit. To know
large and small,
that rich and poor
are of their own
and that is the
nature of
knowing,
knowledge
without limits, allowing. It sounds like space and at end
incomplete work, a gift. Wind shifts and plucks up, but
people do like the universe to send its bidding. Dry earth
moves mountains and the sea. Windows light up
Scandinavia. They pick children up by the heels in heaven
to shake them down in the beginning. Whether any of it
does any good one neighbor apologized the same as Jonah,
"will I have eyes at the bottom of the sea, supposing I
descend there on endless stairs where future things swim in
empty outlines of skeletons?"
The eye has this naturalizing quality, it must look and live
before it can recognize, especially if it knows what existed
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in its mind before the making, and in the unmaking, where
folds and curves make shadow, constantly recast the
image, which seems to be moving, it depends on point of
view, high hopes and dreams, improbable curvilinear
figures not quite named.
Whose name is this, a spaceman from Solaris not knowing
whether an ethnic being or not, who ran a bath for bronze
grave stones over burners? Whip away oh! After casting,
molds with bronze letters were brought to be cleansed, to
remove the names and dates fastened in to the layout with
wax. After casting, the coachman takes his stand. The
molds soaked in superheated water of the bath drive away
with the sins of the world, so clever. Standing at the vat,
with arm length rubber gloves, he wire brushed the blanks,
sorted the letters, loaded the lives on skids to be recast.
The next summer after I worked beside him in Manyunk
cutting skid loads of cartons with a jackhammer. It
explains the Bible, methane and apocalypse mixed up
together and carded at the door. Who said he would tell?
"How did you get in?" To compare the alternate realities of
the demise of Allende for a black college in Carolina and
the demise of Dr. King.
These Caprichos combined the obvious rings in this
carnival in the books. They ask if Revelations had
anything to do with the shape of things. You won't know.
It has to do with 70 weeks, 69 spent between the recovery
of Jerusalem and the coming of Messiah, a 70 captivity in
Babylon before, in Jeremiah, and after. That leaves just the
one week. A bad week. News of which hasn't happened
yet. Evil's all make believe held up. As if it had never read
Psalm 110.
92*The Blue Book
III. A House in the Colony
Some suppose the enormous aquatic animal mentioned by
Job to have been a whale, but that distinguished
ichthyologer, Dr. Jordan, of Stanford says it was gigantic
Tadpole (_Thaddeus Polandensis_) a Polliwig --Maria
pseudo-hirsuta, for which consult the famous monograph
of Jane Potter, Thaddeus of Warsaw, Leviathan, Hebrew,
twisted, coiled. A great sea monster, sexual desire, from
out of the unknown and feared depths. The hidden truth;
the hidden and horrible nature of existence and struggle. A
great, powerful creature that continually gathers strength to
attack all the world's religions. An unstoppable force from
within man. “Leviathan, the great Dragon from the Watery
Abyss, roars fourth as the surging sea, and these
invocations are his tribunals
A stereogram is an image of dots in two colors, usually
black and white. The dots represent points of an imaginary
object that exists behind the paper the stereogram is on.
To see the three-dimensional object, the viewer must focus
the eyes behind the paper to where the object would be.
Most objects can be viewed by focusing on a point that is
twice the distance from the eyes as the stereogram is.
Some people have difficulty viewing stereograms, as it is
difficult to train the eyes to focus on an imaginary object.
The best viewing method for beginners is to start with the
stereogram touching their nose and then gradually move
the stereogram away from the face until the three-
dimensional image comes into focus. When a successful
focusing point for the eyes is found, the entire three-
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dimensional image should suddenly come into focus.
Some people report seeing only fragments of three-
dimensional objects, but if the correct focusing point is
indeed found, an entire three-dimensional scene should
come into view.
Indeed with Mono-ha, thingness, it takes the form of
progressive revelation, the image connecting before the
eyes, taking shape, dissolving, forming, reshaping and it
must do so because any other way it is unthinkable that
such things could be true or that they could be happening
to ourselves who only seek to lead normal lives (as
Normans, and not be bother with Celtic precursors and
apocalyptic succedents).
Some say its a wall of iron and steel will bend and break,
some say it's a bridge of auld lang syne, Brubaker up
against. One, a bridge and a Brubake and a wall, all which
bumbo were there and therefore written, and also
everything which was not there therefore not written. They
drink this stuff with gin. This second part is precisely the
most important, little wat-like laddie on a train of images,
but it could be fish in a lake, organ molecules so public
that one's sense data is not private to one's self, but as if
someone else had a part of the body in common.
Brubaker's hand for instance. And say that hand got stung,
and I feel the pain in the same place, in the same body as
much as the pilots who bomb cities. That's a lumpy leap.
So walls rip up their edges. Bones in embryo are birthed. I
fall to my knees in Amsterdam, the destruction swirls.
“Behold now Behemoth which I made with thee.”
94Where have our remains not penetrated? Every element
in chemical reassembly is Blue Book shrouded. Syr, may I
nat with you sayle? Think how large the cavity you
imagine in your tooth when the dentist is drilling. Both of
us is crying, distort our faces. The wireless connection
between what two bodies feel in the head when the other
bit down, multiplied to the billions. Of this cors we are nat
a-baffe. These survived dilettantes of each other, these
states of being that inhabit huge storehouses, industrial
residences of stories and passages of exiles, unguarded
ingress and egress above and below main stories, huge
posters of spiritual resistance that never improve, the first
was a huge clapboard house in the colony, many times
larger and abandoned for these visits, mon pere, je
m'accuse, where people crammed in small spaces sharing
the dream yard of roofed parking lots, shacks, never
improved or locked or unlocked. Kiss if you must, kiss me
three times! Occupied by vagrants, migrants, gypsies,
tenants, homeless, squatters, working men, blacksmiths,
artists who set up tables under the eaves. The shops turn
into a bazaar, rumors rife as the numbers swelled; various
authorities demanded documentation. Papers of these
refugees from the black briefcase, doors open and closed,
closed for good. Escape uncertain, indexed to the right
piece of paper to enable exit, a frog he would a-wooing go,
discern that figural presence of a salvific lure, another
huge warehouse unsecured. I promyse you it had a
shrewde smell.
I went down to see and smell and ended up on my belly
and side cutting bags and black bags of wall, scissoring out
the red insulation dripping from the Wailing, prying out
cracks between concrete, metal and wood. Sometimes
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mice droppings would fall out after the smell, mouse or rot
musk as I push up, balance, ease down another yard, feet
sticking out among stones. Sighs of breath get me up like a
blast which leaves feeling pretty good. Not thinking at all
to dismantle the word and imagery machine, then I saw a
fishpond all on fire. By now you feel it too. You must; my
pain is my pain and your pain is yours. It was raining a
little and that was when the lightning struck. In that area
every year the dead from the rays, an average of deaths per
year when the fatalities are added, hit by lightning so they
could no longer do anything, and people know it is so, a
21-year-old and a man of 58 had to be hospitalized in that
province,--altogether 55 and 60 million, rising to more
than 70 while the moon gives light. Truth, elevating
commodity through entertainment, whistled in the dark.
I thanke God that ye have taryed so longe
Now set eche of you on this rodde his honde
will shortely folowe.
The energy barrier of the Great Wall which separates
Gloster from the wall, They built their idol temples beside
with only a wall between them and the true and worshiped
their idols. the planes, caught in the middle of a freeway at
rush hour, add to the unseen engineer with his finger in
Foxy's hole. The mirror psychiatrist who calls these states
good deconstructs the human form with the merrie Mouse
in the Mill, validating the twiddle twino. The telos
purpose of earth, not mass suggestion, manifestation,
reports all the toys in the backyard last day lit puddy ride,
being saved from the end of the world. A technicality.
Save the earth? Exercise the power, Sons!
96Jin and Faery up and down this humble-dum on the planes
of Group dreaming run, a gaping wide-mouthed waddling
frog, neural pixie dust, ethereal sparkle down Captain
Beefheart's Mother Ship, infrapsychic incursion into myth-
be-fact. Cracks at the end of every precessional cycle are
not in Aristotle, but on pipkin popkin CNN, reincarnation
hierarchies of the Medieval Renaissance Rolly Powley,
pudding and pie, back to higher and lower worlds away.
No mystic tickling at your knee pretends we have to study
the Mysteries for truth. There is truth in doing. I won't
make a stew. Milton Erikson in Training Hegel would
wonder whether Mephistopheles writing small is
metaphysical.
"Sothli if a strongere comynge above overcome him, he
schal tak a wey alle his armeris, in which he tristide, and
schal dele abrood his spuylis." When the man in linen
with the writing kit came round I wanted "the mark on my
forehead of those who grieve and lament over all the
detestable things" --I Marked, those lives chosen,
redeemed and forfeit before the beginning of the world,
knew the beginning and end of armaments the Word and
the Name, the Blood, the baptism of the Holy Spirit, the
Branch, the songs of deliverance, praise, the breath, the
coming were all armor. Israel went into battle with harpists
and a chorus.
When you join a colony and retire by the pool with silk
amid the horns of the moon that reach up from the ground,
London Bridge must be rebuilt so you can wane. By the
light of the lava and cool. By Lethe town, it's difficult to
get in, whereabouts being unseen. Spelunkers line up to
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chance on the Dulce, rappel down comfortable dark holes,
but nada iron and steel will bend and break, ceaseless must
be rebuilt.
Fly away Jack, fly away Gill. The Colony, she converts
each 'Anthropocene' epoch to crisis to subvert attention:
Mistress Wren sent her Queen unto Spain, that woman of
sin, who opened the door and let her in. For if thee
saveryth lyke a knave, this creates as many insoluble
conflicts as possible and always aggravates existing
conflicts, basic Nova *technoique in the training that Hege
gave Snowden. Tolerance of radical evil brings in good
money. Jack boy try to drown poot cat. Mouthful.
Toleration of the systematic brainwashing of the populace
is the essence of a system which fosters tolerance to
perpetuate the struggle, creating destructive tolerance to
form a benevolent neutrality toward its own culture of
subversion and dingle doosey.
Under the bridge,
under the wall,
there is a pit,
there is a cave!
Through the bound cable strands, through the cordage,
telepathy of wires, there is one bridge of fire. Anyone who
dares can laugh, say colonials need more nitrogen and
phosphorus and that explains it. That's because traditional
biology was wrong and microbiologists killed for
phosphorus are like photophosphoric mice, which exercise,
where extra-terrestrial flags fly up, Columbus in the upper
case empire groove cracked his throat with crowing.
"Timing, timing," Mr. O'Gorman said in his Thanksgiving
98Address at Invention, but no matter what facts are
prevented in amnesia, oh where or where can they be, the
announcement and analysis has a party line, its ears cut
short, its tail cut long. J.D. Salinger was an early surgical
implant in the herd of fictitious Buggeers and Prawns.
Why revert to science? Comfort the five wits Master
Humanyte, syr, by your leve, I wer ryght loth you to greve.
Anthropos science makes that swill. You may say in
defense that technological subversion and conversion of
natives for social, political, commercial ends is good, and
that anyway these "Indians" need to shape shift, shed their
skins for Caucasoid biosraum and other psychic tangents
sas-age ish goot, bo-lo-nie of course.
Pynchon said in 1973: "Laszlo Jamf decreases to zero the
stimulus he conditioned on Tyrone Slothrop as an infant,
but "there can still be a silent extinction beyond the zero."
So launched the pursuit of a psychic state even less
conditioned than a mind wiped of influence. Can we build
it up again? Build with iron and steel, Build Brooklyn with
silver and gold. Cowslip and shad blow, said one little dog
to the other, if you don't talk I must. In the twenty years
before high carillon Pynchon Nazi transferred hook, line
and sinker to every western gov in guise, the best little
donkey that ever was born, in Russia and Europe, Babylon
and Rome. America was ready for empire by gentle means
or not, wudna I wollup him? stuff him wi' nuts, make him
go with 'is teal cock'd up? Egypt and Sumer inhabited by
the gods. How do you go from free scientific inquiry to
mind control and annihilation? What has my poor prisoner
done? Two players form a bridge with uplifted arms,
refinements commend depatterning and amnesifying. The
others pass through in a line, each holding onto the one in
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front and hurrying, fearing they will be caught by the
descending arms.
With combined sleep-electroshock these heroes of the CIA
Allan Memorial Institute and its director Dr. D. Ewen
Cameron, named for the robot in Sarah Connor, (head of
the American Psychiatric Association) accelerated the new
world of negative psychic driving. In America the game
often ends with a tug of war. But to placate the river the
bridge cannot be made to stand by ordinary means. The
bridge is said to be founded on a layer of children's skulls.
A felt feedback loop played over and over while drugged,
to get the nuts to crack, and sensory deprivation at the
Society for the Investigation of London Bridge is broken
down. Human Ecology led inexorably to psychic black
outs, or as late night comics say, John Lilly flushed, stoned
in his tank thinking he was a dolphin. Not quite as many
tanked as later swam. That's how the bridge was kept from
falling down, it was occult deprivation before DMT gave
direct access to outsiders, those myriads of psychedelic
repo prophets, who used so many drugs.
A bridge from here to there. A bridge to the stars, From
Boston to Philadelphia and New York. A balcony around
Saturn where onlookers play scrabble without reading the
book. Blue book say someone had a part of our body in
common down there. Gravel and stone will wash away,
dance over them Laddie.
Terrance Mckenna was buried to keep the bridge from
falling down, buried with a candle in one hand and piece
of bread in the other. Food and light so the guardian would
be watchful. He made merry work.This was imperfectly
100done because the Minneapolis bridge collapsed. We was
going o'er London Bridge and heard a crack. Wee Willie
Winkle ran through town, called it Universal amplitude. A
natural sway is coming to increase the Colonist's step over
Gog's bespelder'd floor. All is One had given her eggs to
sell. Body electric piezo electric em rads hardend eggs in
girls. Brubake said moving targets absorb less EM, but this
human energy harvesting, generated from eyelids, venous
return, arterial pulse, footsteps, motion of walking, loose
clothing fitted with nano batteries, male conditioned
females with estrogen, incomplete males, post gender, non
reproductive, human neuters, take over reproduction to
make the worker bee. The Resonance, waukrife laddie, that
wana fa' some sleep, takes a wisdom of crowds to wave
vibration nodes. Synchronous lateral excitation. Two
objects touch, vibrate to increase and we're a' dry wi'
drinking o't.
Other heroes of sacrifice were the Ultra Wolff, President
of the American Neurology, and Mr. Hinkle who made
Gittinger Assessment the army test to ferret out its ops.
Here goes my lord a trot, my lady a canter, my master jock
hitch and here sits Lord Mayor with all his men. These
pocketed in the cultural icons Kesey, Ginsburg, Jerry
Garcia, Burroughs, Leary, Chomsky on the payroll of the
NLP of new control. The whole point of illumination was
away from what was done. Butter, lather, bony strike, hair
cut, froth neck, we go wack.
They buried Terrance McKenna, they buried T. K, they
buried Terr Kenna down.
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The Man Who Disappeared, as if unable to speak, applied
fire and nuts to crack, which does not imply the absence of
thought,--yet without speech where is thought,-- in the
music of the dance resolved, those actions of utterance
inchoate in silence in the face of the spirit, not separate
from the primal source took him by the left leg, the
Heavenly man not separate from the Spirit man or the truth
of the Perfect man. Three times I've changed his name.
Indeed five prognostics of the ancient Tzu give Sagey man
and Superior man not withdrawn into time and place of an
Imperial Court so far away, a real or unreal abstracted
mist, or if you will, red lantern shining through the fog.
Twenty seven different wigs in The Land That Appeared,
Disappeared, Reappeared, cannot be seen or traveled to or
touched without risking all, a place of orpheans, while he
ran, they certify. They say your love and the silver rays
will surely bring you home, and like the men are gone to
plough, so far from the present this history has turned to
myth, riddledy ro, supernatural receding to fabulous, the
archaic open wide.
Now listed as Missing, literally, bow-wows cease making
a sound but oddly retranslatable is a new one out, but in all
versions the arm with the sword reaches up, versions of
which history too, depend on who tells it, whether from
inside the belly or outside the armadoes of carracks that
ballast its nose. I was so vexed I broke it in half, which left
me all the following years to understand why. This hen of
victimhood where all the characters are victims gets
pushed around, except I woud not for a Guinea the
sympathy they evoke and the ironic portion of their appeal.
How many chickens have you got? Everybody loves a
weakling Rabbit. Kark Half Horse, allows for typos which
102critics blame for calling him a negro, Idyllaus Oklahamas
to change the state, the modern mechanized technocrat not
serve. Steel bands, button pushers, but since ye think't an
easy thing, horns and satanic consequences unveiled as if
the clock offended the myth of return, conscripted time to
say dance what ye have done, this mechanism, this job
specialization of hell mass produced cogs in factories of
Sudetenland and Parkersburg mount above the moon, an
insurance adjustor in miniature, where a hard mole has to
pretend.
The cracks began finishing out the golden age of a
thousand faces. Ten thousand faces before the surge, the
fantastic imperial court apprehended by sense, the
government of heaven attained its earth again. Which we
recover, for who does not long for peace in the midst,
many holes in a skimmer, except adrenalin relics of this
future speak prophetically to anyone who stakes
everything on the throw, Ziccoty, diccoty, one cast of faith
beyond which we forever live, how that appeals, loving the
particular, to take it by force, as the evangelist says, the
cat's in a flurry, Elijah who was to come, as opposed to
some transparent ground, grace not achieved through
coercion nor through the renunciation of life but by
spontaneous and irresistible being, a gallop, a trot of the
elemental process of life untouched by the contrary
between freedom and necessity all the ages waiting. Take
Todaelde! Personal and spatula, a direct assault to reach
by force troths of the race--what John and Elijah said in the
appearing, the refiner whose Return they meet like calves
released from the stall, trample the ashes under foot so
many tales are told.
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At least four people died by lightning strikes. All they had
to offer was a screen to cover retreat from the
colony...travel arrangements made, then blow the place up
behind. Offer a body forever. For this they sold their sons,
come weal, come woe, sold out the unborn, wasna that a
dentie coo? a Garden of Delight, Kitty Bairdie
immortality. It's pretty much beyond words so we make up
non words, add faces and places and clothes and sea and
any manner of likeness. We explore the world and then
forget ourselves and give it away for kissing, for clapping,
for loving, for proving. It is all thrown back and the outer
world, the gifts of life...what's left, not the party lines, we
go our way without. A man returning after years of
absence would know the place with his eyes closed by the
rhythm of it, which wouldn't matter even if he only
imagined he was a moidert ass, who could hear the one
great rhythmic clap. People are left to wonder how they
could not know to kick the usurper off his throne. Life
among the culpable, sorry to admit, always blames another
because it blames itself. Three children slid on the ice,
freedom, freedom, mock and throw, the culpable fasts for
the death of three deares, and the inculpable lays naked.
One person in the crowd, loosed, runs in the street that
they all did fall in. How could you know when you spend
every day chasing the thing you sleep beside and see in the
world in front a tale in the sky, and smell in the air, that
heart feeling controls? Teach them at home! The ducks in
the river are swimming away. Twice, Noah, Daniel, Job,
the wise King of Tyre, symbol of that star. It's like you
precede them when you follow and live in a fall of
Jerusalem that leads captive those who know. They
know....To speak of the first to doubt this astonishment in
its verbal text, La foi de la loi, a Langnedoc chant, some
104editor in the language of deportation, as if he were an
author who stood among three hundred jars of post exilic
oil would pretend to write of worlds of colley birds and a
part of a juniper tree. Ruins from the new song and dance
of tabrets and pipes of those who walk among stones of
fire. Blue clothes and embroidered promises of abundance
killed stout stiff, azure pure spirituality, finicky so
conceived, merchants of all sorts, blue as Tarshish ships,
dressed in blue to turn the spit. They delivered their
gorgeous horses to bruise her teats, then took away her
nose and ears, to speak of incorporated Maccabean notes,
epigonous redactions of text, preludes to cut-up theology
assembling layers. Here's my awl and wax and thread.
Redactors dye satire on the head.
It is time to consider the inevitable rupture and collapse of
the last empire. Some branch of physics most plain, if
single life doth grieve. Superposition. Alternate states in
verse, possible selves in the billions. They chirrup digges
and drackes, red-shonckes roninge, chickle, shackle, where
all the choices made and not made lead to the not not
made; settte up youer saile and rowe fourth, computer
chips in the heel of the genome back to stone. You thought
it was the head, but it's the heel but you should find the
shoe. Immigration status, financial records,
inconsequential bios, I will oute of this towne, head bound
the problem of the known. Alternative histories speculate.
A shippe sone thou shall make thee. Their physics is an
endless universe wheelbarrow beside red chickens. But
what if someone said "I can assure you I feel the visual
image to be two inches behind the bridge of my nose?"
History Alice phantastes, no minority view. "I feel in my
hand that the water is three feet under ground" explains
that breathe in the face of Sennacherib. Baby shall have a
rattle when Daddy comes home, I cannot tell if I am
waiting for someone to kill me or waiting for someone to
turn on the lights. Bridled to say these things, to laud the
unlaud, the detail dust story, the escritoires, each idol
crushed, whipped, slashed, ridden through the mire, all you
need to be a prophet is the truth, every leg stood on an acre
of land, shattering, because Ephraim made altars to sin,
altars shall be his sin. Is there iniquity in Gilead? they
sacrifice bullocks in Gilgal. The sacrificers of men made
idols of their own understanding kiss the calves.
I was
enumerating
sleep hours,
Miss Mouse,
hiding kidneys
in plain sight
under a
wonderfully
made city of
dreams, sitting
to spin. The
solar system
weighed me
down, planets
and moons.
They were all
merry making.
Antares a bother
and Betelgeuse,
tweedle, deedle
twino, the weight pressing on my head. Man they cannot
108decide when all is done when, whether In Cancer
Laniakea, Virgo Rosh Hoshana, Capricorn Rome or Pagan
Aries. Every memory, not all weight, one transcendent,
some good dreams, present helps, so I like Adam, the list
is long. How did he sustain his teeth? I like Noah I do not
hope. He felt the press down, linkum a leerie. I am like
Jonah, evangelist of national repentance. No problem with
the circumcision of these texts, lives like, to witness the
dissolve, make the long walk, Babylon, Rome, Britain,
America, but here I am, gaping, widemouthed. Here I am
is what Isaiah said, here I am, send me. The cuckoo comes
in April, she sings a song in May, in June she beats a drum
and then away. But just sober, with no vocation, no
mantle. But a sober mind! following dreams and trails of
the mountain history pressed down. Down and down. I
found out 300 years of this descent. A little fishy. That's
what they call the I can, Abel pressed down from Adam
and Eve. I Isaac and Ishmael pressed down from Abraham.
I Jacob and Esau pressed down in Issac. Backtrack
forward. Up, Down and up, when the pize ails 'em, that
sober. Cherubim and palm trees and every two faced man
and young lion eating o' pollywigs, doors with two leaves
and thick planks, three stories guaranteed. To walk the
vision I did not see where they put away the carcasses of
kings. Looking east from the house and the law of the
house, to measure the pattern, the way of the gate where
the prince shall enter in linen peace, spirit, no wine,
difference between the holy and profane.
I had a little bonny nagg to buy the British Nova Express
for the red cover with the train and the Spanish phrase on
the cover, Spanish express of the French boxcar to come.
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IV. Discontinuit
There is a prior record of place, as with you, the next
must succeed the last, and better it.
The discontinuit wears someone else as a part of its body
in common, sense data not private to one self. In the
words of a place that did once exist, but was also
imaginary, and of the same place that does not yet exist,
river rising, first to the ankles then loins, many trees on
both sides, it came from the east and flowed to the desert
and sea, spiritu things, that water all trees according to
fruit months, one each for food and medicine because the
water flows out from the house, the house an oblation four
square for possession of the city and the name of the city
Jerusalem, for Jahu is there to complete the restoration.
The west wall of Jerusalem, this apocryphy before Darius
came down or Nebuchadnezzar marched captives from
Jerusalem, embroidered in all our limbs, or Alexander built
breastworks of Tyre that filled in time, made a peninsula.
But it had no light source, curtains drawn so the light was
not exterior, all took a few seconds, strongly impressed,
the flude come fleetinge in full faste. Back from that place
of conscious sleep -- consciously waking up where the
lessons of precognition and answers to prayer have been
ordered before they were prayed, waking existence led
down, over topography, in labyrinths and lightning rods.
Flash cones in eyes were no longer streets or sky, but eyes
that connected ancient quarries and vaults, tunnels and
caverns beneath. One hardly knows how to call such a
rubric, geographically and politically legitimate and
110illegitimate, a Malmsine good and stronge, and all the
more evocative against connection to itself.
We all hanker for the flash thoughts to rejoyce both harte
and tonge, continually remake to remember a time when
we were not lost in internal meanderings. Parts of the text
are therefore set apart to show disjunctures, spectral and
estranged. Come into the shippe. We come up with
different physiognomies of crowd in this future
construction of a literary form, inner boulevards,
phantasms of interior, like a flower on a night table, an
overnight rannunculus to account the creation of a world in
a world that does and does not exist, and its mundane
causes all that thou canst ymagyn.
Here we lie, but we should not tolerate such a contrary
network of arteries and veins. Mythic reconstruction of
searches below comprehension in predawn send a raven. I
will anone send the dayman sunk space and time who
sailed to Hierosolyma. Streets, cities, houses underground
fallen to ruin in our Englysshe tonge, a beauty of extinct
volcanoes fertile from the lava of paradise. Darius,
Nebuchadnezzar, Alexander sprawled on top those rocks,
and whom too superficial to name lay abandoned flat at the
apex. There sat the King of Jerusalem who survived the
fall, who wrote as if these kings were beheading -- not
counterfeits who repaired the treatment of Goliath to
reconnect to his body, that has no litterature. Rag picker
history surrounded by ruin, collectible data, blueprint of
dream, this Jerusalem spectral and estranged. So I haven't
lived my life for nothing.
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To slip through the holes, turn and wriggle a way out of
the evening prepped for cosmic event, I wanted to survive
streets overridden with history. I bridled him, saddled him,
millenniums over centuries and a year, the land once
fashionable as a masif hotbed in a million colored lights
that ran the body like colored maps, one extreme in
another, expressed before put in words. Geologic layers
like the Babylonian Talmud were over my head with the
Lehmann discontinuit, the Mohorovicic discontinuity,
Hadean, Archean, Proterozoic, Paleozoic, Mesozoic beds.
Cats in blue jackets and dogs in red hats, what will become
of the mice and the rats? I was walking on their surface
like water in which I sink to some Leviathan or Jonah. But
with Jesus the 45 stone courses, 28 above where the clouds
mimic Brueghel, moons and wisps of hair, and 17 below
ground Master Humanyte, syr, most of this came into
being between the war and the next decades full blown, if
unknown.
That was a long decade, two of them, but time was putty. I
wolden he were hangyd by the throte. The first condition
of emergence needed clandestines to combat the wittes
fyve with shadowgraphs, counterfeits, simulacrums. Fertile
ground existed, turned gas to light and marketed different
clothings about the globe. The second condition was the
electronic architecture of its spread. Of every member, fote
or hande, images obliterated the old. Pop obliterated Pop.
Higher than a horse, higher than a tree, one decade could
not recognize another. It was the Annihilation of Now by
images sprayed down, applied eight hours before, at least
when first noticed, but probably before dawn, now three
pm. Look at the weather forecast, heavy clouds forecast,
but they were not there at six, only hundreds of streaks
112across the sky, so Poonoo wingkewang, the sprayers saw
the forecast and sprayed to meet it, or, flibeedoo-
flobeedee-buskeebang, they control the forecast.
Very provoking to be called an egg. Escape from the past.
Staccato extinctions of memory were relocated to some
remote spot until entirely forgot. Manhood, it goes without
saying all of this would be denied, overruled by the
overridden who did their peers. This unconscious
collective belonged to the sub aquean never so strongly
felt perhaps, but built upon other transitions. Now sir, set
up your sail and row forth. I wake consciously from
awareness of a belt of strips of sunlight darkened between,
protoplasmic circles on the bands of light and watch them
closely opening.
Good gossips, let us draw near to belong to the world
below, to the city of the submarine, the old abandoned
beds of rivers forced to change, keep in their walls; the
Seine, Euphrates hardly broke from substrate, thesis,
counter thesis, a reiver here, then a bend, not the Colorado,
damned rusing to salt sea, elaborate idyll ambiguity Hegel
to the test. Who belongs to the Thames? This window I
will shut soon and into the chamber will be gone. Are you
intimate with Monongahela? Susquehanna! Claudius
Drusus Germanicus! Alexander, Caesar, Napoleon? At the
same time the sixth angel loosed the vial, that dried the
Euphrates for the invasion of Gog from the north, the
nations loosed their space satellites for war, didderum
high.
The Rabbis say: In the generation in which the scion of
David will come, the wise men of the generation will die
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and the rest will waste away with grief and sorrow and
much trouble will come upon the community and cruel
decrees will be promulgated, one coming on top of
another.
2. In all the discord of psuedonymity there is yet a
ventriloquism, not of puppet master, though we should
consider it, but of a speaking through the present of the
past, a Rosenroth through Guilderstein Jung about
alchemy, right fol de riddle del, which references are many
sided to strip the ancients more pregnant in a change
remolting feathers, remolding images, the words
themselves in their sound. So Gershom Scholem says
Messiah will be the last and first philosopher to deduce
Judaism from its language, not nearly enough, since by the
Breath of his Mouth whole worlds came, and here when
the angel unlooses the vial and Euphrates dries up like the
fig, and the Kings of the east rise up and march, the
utterance of language, root and alphabet is the least
spiritual power of the Sons. But over the land this water
spreads. The meaning was not in the sound, he looked in
the sound. The meaning was not in the syntax he looked at
all the connections. The meaning was not in the language,
for the words, the languages were within the still small
voice what it did speak, language, what sounds that
sounded indeed sounded, but like that language, all and
none or one, and say the impossible when out the
boundless deep turns home.
Warning to all inquirers, this world is a flude. As I went
over the water the water went over me. The bottom of the
inside was inscribed with writing of every rapture. In the
round, figures ascending in different stages like Opening
114the Fifth Seal on canvas, but it takes understanding. I see
countless images of people flying up. Oh that I were
where I would be, then would I be where I'm not. What do
they do at the tops of mountains, children lifting pretty
heads from pillow beds? Not only here, but by
interpretation, Opening the Fifth seal and in the end in
Danby's Sixth, being hung, consciousness is only
important to those who don't have it. I take the sphere
descending in the blue sky as the moon in every child's
dream unremembered, descending into their life in just the
lunar colors Brueghel seeks, a white with tones of gold,
perfect light of love and blue sky impossible to see with
such a moon perhaps, as white as milk that isn't milk, since
it is a day moon enlarged impossibly to its nearing, as
though some revelation is at hand. The painting is about
who owns heaven and earth and descending in the lovely
with angels defending, wello thay and the rebels consumed
with all talk. A dove, by my lute, I will send. New moon
and full tides and a people of the sun consumed. I wyll
searche for them bothe in busshe and shubbe who name
Sunday for the sun, what they consider the god of heavens,
dear Plotinus, but, the sun is not the Father or the Son and
He who made creation. So falls judgment upon the days of
the week gods and the months of the year gods and even
upon time's false legacy out of Eden. Oker, poker
dominoker, out goes you. We are only talking about
ourselves here in Antwerp and Brussels. Evening and
morning make the day. Day at dusk and dawn mid day.
How far the fall. And what agents of it? Inter, mitzy, titzy,
tool, Ira dira, dominu. Whatever they were they were, three
footed beasts and creeping things made chimeras, a reality
angels overthrow and judge, chimeric hybrid endlessly
devolving.
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Perhaps the time traveler can't remember much. That's
why he writes. One thing we say, don't take the interstices.
You may live among superpositions but you are not one.
They can't tell. So pretend to walk. They do see you, but
you are talking to what is not, the Ashkenazi Ukrainian
potter of herbs who wrote ten million words, the
Mennonite production potter. Only the flaws of physics are
real, and you know what they are. This is the dog that
worried the cat that killed the rat that ate the fort that lay in
the dust of Jack. Right through walls. Time travelers get
hungry, get tired. We recommend you keep a watch tuned
to home.
R. Nehorai said: In the generation in which the scion of
David will come, the young will insult their elders and the
old will rise before the young, as it says, The daughter
riseth up against her mother, the daughter-in-law against
her mother-in-law; a man's enemies are the men of his
own house (Micah VII, 6), and a son will feel no shame
before his father.
Seems inevitable as little dreams of boxcars and
underground cities, a ring of fire managing fantasies,
history. Fellow fantasies lay in the house where they're
spun by the viscose mirrors with little canisters of drilled
couplets, doilies to shield the surface from tarnish, water
rings the innkeep wipes clean. Next customer up, what will
you mate: hanky panky memory wipe, rejuvenalization
straight, phantasmagor fantasy to live over reprogrammed?
All the witty pranks of youth played to its riper years,
pleasant for winter evenings. Here are doves, ducks,
grackles and each fowl, the audience of heaven exploding
episodes to remove anxiety, dreams working late at a farm
116to raise eagles. Happily wearing a heavy shirt, a large
eagle lands on the shoulder of a life it must know, while a
smaller female in the lap, surrogate profusion of eagles
found the carcass gathering. A baby snuggles into its fur as
if to suck, the mother preening the while, father perched
with claws next to his neck, a look out and the four sit to
begin this wait.
Each person, the unique text unwritten, burns in
precognition, before the fact warning, Archdeacon Pratt
and Joan his wife. As if St John's portals, hideaways, blue
prints, Kyrie Elieson, were heard a cappella under the
casement. Emaciates call sinners not the righteous, de
nada, to each point of light dark swimming underwater in
viscose. Not waiting in Weimar or the wonders under
Dresden to survive stories, sense impressions of the real,
bailing out over Paris, not this unreal upstart that can't hear
the nose of its own approach, vapor trails of rockets that
deny chemtrails of a war as reality the way ghosts in St
John flee the fields of Judea.
I crosse out all this! adewe by my saynt Johan!
I take my cappe in my lappe, and I am gone.
This is the place you go before and after escape. All effort
was to get out of the city, or the country, someplace
beyond multitudes falling beside trucks. They think they've
gone mad. Why they let peasants in the master plan, peace
and happiness for every man. Play your saxophone dear.
No need press faces against windows, noses on panes.
Rattlin, roarin' Willie, your reflection in the glass is as
other faces that you pass, I seen this. This I seen, the
appearance of a body. But the body is the body, the
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direction of an image in a mirror. I point sideways or
behind to things which I don't see. I point at one thing as
opposed to another. Feeling in a hurry I instinctively press
against something in front of me, a foot pedal, grasp the
wheel as if I could push or brake carrying as much into the
beyond. No point describing the setting, old hotel or
warehouse or station of the mind, bestial turnings round
which 14th century conclusions were the norm.
to papered walls by any man alive, and tank with a
blessing.
He actually carries John Gower's Voice of One Crying, to
know the name of the writer. Given, can a human body
have pain? A body isn't conscious. Someone else had a
part of our hand. We want to know the details of
imbuement in the dark, covering light instead of details,
get to the point of entrainment as if description warms the
difference between this, the smells and sounds and the
crowds shuffling, the nice biscuits made. Is he alone as the
eye or the ear that hears what none can say, no passengers
or refugees yet, for he is before the fact, before the fall if
you like to put it so.?
Shouldn't he be doing something, run to the street, warn
the others, empty the mind, not wait for the cupboard jars
to explode or the fall that has not yet launched
commandos? O ye saw him coming and ye saw him
coming. You can wake on the coast and swim out or have
a beautiful day in September among the grass that
overwhelms a century before it has anything to say. Saddle
horse and mare. We say it for him, Jeremiah his St. John
who never heard such an assertion from the lips of the
118obvious. There will be a captivity, there will be eyes
rasping for light. John Henry, who you love kissing with
all your heart. Breakfasts and dressing, being as we are
without bodies, cruets, crocks, casseroles fantasies of the
mass collective corp, pig-hog wilt thou be mine? For he
had none, cut off farther than we can imagine, shadows of
herd grown great, for though he look never so well it's
about escaping that thou may go out and in, never arriving
at any state different from the one, quod he. One society
exchanged with another for controls. Salvation in one
ounce rockets. Himmelskuchlichen, flieg aus! Freedom
comes to someone else. Little head and no eyes. Elijah
blew everything up. Jars of pickles exploded all over
London. Why one kernel went off or not. What was his
gift, no news to Washington, body parts spread seriously
along the Thames? Gofernment Standestaat cordons it off.
Gogernment opposes forces. Hark sirs, hear ye not how
boldly the knave calls policy? Superpods digest
fluorescence from past sacrifice. Back to London bridge
again. All wars against the natural, self, other, nothing
Gorgonment, the war to end them all. Elijah, the man with
four letters, aleph, lamed...Eliyahu who had no desk in the
building, no desk except the count books with their
spanking covers, books and plants where he grew
monarchs from chrysalis, seesaw sacradown, checked the
progress of the rotting sycamore for carpenter bees, black
buzzers who inhabit the cracks and fly the hollows. He had
come into populations of tortoise and Gambel quail.
Refuge, salvation comes in miniatures.
If you don't know what any of this means it hasn't
happened yet. If you want any more you can sing it
yourself. Ignorance is prevention, which explains his
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pocket Gower, filled with apprehension I shall sing of true
dreams whose import disturbs the depths of my heart. May
the ole whom the Isle of Patmos received in Apocalypse,
and whose name I bear, guide this work. Now Isaac sonne,
goe we our waie to the mount.
Job, Noah and Daniel each saw three worlds, a world that
had been built, a world destroyed, and a world rebuilt.
Ezekiel gives the vision particulars by the river of the
cherubim in much detail, kettledrums, banderole, trumpets
show the fall of the King of Tyre and the prophecy of
Lucifer's fall, the valley of bones reconstituted by the
Breath, the future Jerusalem called into existence
continually, reimagining the entire Temple structure
beyond telling. When Adam delved and Eve spanned,
Adam scriveyn, if ever it thee bifalle. So ofte a-daye I must
the werk renewe if there were enormous mention of Daniel
as one of only a few self conscious moments in all this
greatness, which externally dates (even without the yod
and its equivocation), it is not doubted that Ezekiel wrote
at the Fall of Jeruallym, when Tyre-Lucifer claimed to be
Elohim and wiser than Daniel; there is no secret that they
can hide from thee.
3. Now on a cock horse he would ride to forget something
that doesn't exist, on sea, on land, an empire in which the
state as an end in itself grows a flow of stateless persons,
expatriots flee to the West—it is a great blaze. Our gate let
us go! not quickly, but in achingly slow advance from
camps with blotches under the eyen, explained away under
pretense of light, I pray thou be of comfort good, reshaping
attempted escapes, fantasy boats and fable captains, for I
have made me in this street sore bones and weary feet,
120visas for the countries of Atlas and passports for countries
that don't exist. At port we will pass for one of its sailors.
Jerusalem! Architecture of gold beyond history. How do I
not weep for the stones in the building? What shal I to his
moder say? As if commanded, a thing ordained, the
cupbearer who entered the city with Alexander, toured the
walls with Darius the Persian, Darius Nothus, and
intermarried with the inhabitants of the land. I have
Nennius for consolation in this, Britain and Neemias in
Jerusalem. The concept of restore or return, only use of
the verb form of apocatastasis in the Septuagint.
It must needs be withoutten lesse in the "restoring" of Job,
the rescue or return of captives, the restoration of
Jerusalem. R. Levi said: The scion of David will come only
in a generation which is full of impudence and deserves to
be exterminated. R. Jannai said: If you see one generation
after another cursing and blaspheming, look out for the
coming of the Messiah, as it says, Wherewith Thine
enemies have taunted, O Lord, wherewith Thine enemies
he taunted the footsteps of Thine anointed (Ps. LXXXIX,
52), and immediately afterwards it is written, reporting
first the "facts," then the endless rebroadcast and analysis
of seesaw and Sacch'ry-down, the "facts," only insight by
analogy to partial occurrences. Andre Maurois' Tragedy in
France how Germany near possessed the soul of France,
rowsty dowt, Sheol, truckler's dog in manipulated Vichy
knaves. I met a man who speer'ed me. Which got Hannah
Arendt so much trouble after her report on the Eichmann
trial that leadership was complicit in the deaths, now called
the "evil brainchild of German Nazis," to manipulate the
Jewish Council of Amsterdam, "charged with informing
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the Jewish constituency of their edicts through its official
publication Het joodsche weekblad -- under the illusion
that by negotiations it could save the Jews from the worst.
Our own worst enemy, a wheelbarrow began to crack, the
Council had in effect to select who would be sent to die in
when the sky began to roar and later to camps in Poland
when my heart began to bleed. Why England Slept, Why
slept, fabrication, myth. Hold your nose please sir in the
valley of the passengers.
Whoever passes these coliseums in their corporate homes
and hears wings thundering, chariot breastplates
breathing iron, a feeling that is no pleasant, Sir Stephen
said, “when you worship Saturn you take a portable
Moloch to carry around its gods.” That is how you imagine
the cavity in your tooth at the pulling. Trade the Spender,
Schneider, Mandarin, European, Pleidian for cheap
refrigerators, gas. Maquiadores inoculate against the bones
of the altered localities in sense. Talk about government
waste, the body underwent quadruple expansion. Fusion
Centers, post offices, generic buildings with physical
locations disappeared. Which is getting esomewhat ahead.
Whole new “implantation techniques” elaborated the
melancholy Adam Smith. Adam shall have a new master
"if he was to lose his little finger to-morrow, would not
sleep at all that night, but provided he never saw them,
could snore with the most utmost security over a hundred
million of his brethren ruined, which destruction of that
immense would seem less interesting than this paltry
misfortune of his own." (Theory of Moral Sentiments). But
that was before weaponization. Adam suffering at distant
time and space did not code for Mandarin adrenals getting
Rocky Mountain a-hoeing and mowing ET high. The
122Underground Cities and Residential Centers were silent on
this, cockleshells welcome in midnight airports proving
the toy of Saturn is not a rocket, but animated by its cargo
within. Whichever of these colonial mysteries, Zwen zur
haupten, along the Archuleta Fault assembled above the
129 Bases in the Ten Sectors, Yod He. Sir Stephen on
Weimar terrors that threaten by night is our best chance to
comprehend. As to the involvement of Orion and Sirius
downtown, the falun gong tracers of these implantation
techniques are actively searching for people who can
foresee the future, DNA specific. What are you doing, my
little men? Shall I come in and cut off our threads? The big
call recorded in "Tussaud! the Musical" was, are you
ready, are your life forms prepared to receive Mistress
Pussy to terminate their larval existence? Doctor Joseph-
Ignace Guillotin took off his cloak, fastidious Mengele, no
lark more blithe than he. To be or not to be gods was cool.
Do we know the place of pain in Euclidian space?
Contradiction states that Wordsworth McBeth crept in the
way now opened for sleeping millions and billions of
human seed in his petty pace and illumined stem cells
fueled destiny.
When they saw their hands move they were not aware of
any connection with the rest of the body or any loose
feathers. General society did not know its scientists were
certifiably crazy at the time or check up on the arms'
existence in any way. Therefore the hand might be
connected to the body standing beside, or of course not to
a human body at all. Ryght convenyent they would
improve the species, lord over all the world, a person
sitting and waiting and something important arriving.
Master H was a discard, a dinosaur they would revive.
V. Colonia New Obis
Of course the voice you hear is the mind's voice translating
faster than any speech. It might not be able to say the
word it is thinking, a hundred feet long of an inch. Fast as
an angel speaking in prayer, Eloah's brightness coming out
of a hand.
Colonia cannot be understood outside its extreme
conditioning at the hands and purposes of powers. They
live what they think are good lives, eating, sleeping,
getting and spending as their forebearers, but do not notice
the puppets controlled by the crowd life and pleasures they
find so appealing. A reflex patriotism is practiced in this, a
boast of a free democratic people, but only as long as their
Mardi Gras trade in leviathan masks and scales continues.
They built their huts like him to house their idea of life
complete
This great fish fail,
ship without sail,
hauling pillars
high arched roof
blunt ribs thunder-proof
to its whirlpool fall
drink up seas
eat up all.
Jostle islands,
shakes its cock
From flail-finned
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O course the voice you hear is the mind translating faster
that any speech. It might not be able to say the word it is
thinking, a hundred feet long of an inch. Fast as an angel
speaking in prayer, Eloah's brightness coming out of a
hand.
Kneel at the feet of our friends,
silently washing their feet;
It is not indifference that is stirred against these people, but
hatred, from their lack of conformity, not accepting the
teachers, the custom, the norm. Whereever tere was a
spring of water, no matter how unfertile the soild might be,
there lived some household that was waiting for Yesu's
salvation. These regions divided up became Massa, Zoar,
Hebron, KadeshThe bretheren went according to the
fathers in the desert.These people are profoundly
uncognitive to them prayer is life, art is life and in this
unconsciousness they become truly conscious without
separation of thought and act. hey are always at prayer,
they are never aware. Yes they feel the outrages,
oppositions, dislocations but they refer it all on, take none
of it to themselves, see it as an attempt of the spirit of the
world to posses them, they who would be solely possessed
by Eloah. In this they are very like the Pa Dutch The last
thing they want to seem is spiritual, for theirs is a profound
rejection of the world in all its forms, including pride and
vanity. How can they do this. to the eyes of the world they
cant, they seem moree stilted for it, artficial hypocrites, but
that is the technique of the world, to reform everything that
opposes it into a mockery of itself. Their own view of it,
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being noncongnitive, doing not thinking, must be
compared with the speech of corn. The Speech of Corn.
Twine a poem about a branch, it will not leaf. Tendrils do
not speak. The Inself gives speech to the plant. What is
the speech of corn? What says the aloe? Every thing has
breath. Plants breathe light. I will consider in my dwelling
place like a clear heat upon herbs, a cloud of dew in the
midst of harvest.
At Altamira many millennia of horses and bull had no
words, but spoke in rhythm and color. They had no
language, nothing written the stones cry . Breuil says art
was an extension of hunt, the worship of life, a celebration.
These matter when the content is greater than itself, the
words' image something more than mundane. Why else
make the effort? A loaf is a profound but has not many
attempts made. Charles Williams designs the figure of a
woman and stretches it over the kingdom of Logres, over
all of Europe (see the endpapers of Taliessin Through
Logres, Oxford, 1938), like the Cave at Altamira and its
bison, except Williams' Europe Logres, Arthur's kingdom,
millennial grail, did not exist as the bison, or it did and
now only remains express the cave wall, as the bison,
Williams' Taliesin.
Inself sounds much like Inscape. A true statement about
Hopkins is that "seen from one point of view Hopkins'
work is some dozen nearly perfect lyrics. Seen from
another perspective it is a heterogeneous collection of
documents...but within this seemingly chaotic mass we can
128detect a certain persistent structure." J. Hillis Miller This
describes life on the borders.
Take the border between image and word.
The verbal is the interior leaf,
images the internal sense,
the leaf inself of the seen,
the leaf inseen of the self.
We must know the leaf inself live. The botanist who
presses a leaf must know the leaf live, but image and word
are incompatible.We cannot deny the inself image in three
dimensions. The truest representation is sculpted. A
scientist claims to the artist, "you made the leaf, but I
discovered it," but the sculptor replies, "you made it too,
described it, plucked it, preserved it in glue. It is a
construct of your mind and mine." Of course neither one
them did, so neither travel to that country.
Can word be both text and the image, graffiti over-top?
The image cries out to the Branch to be spoken. Word
longs to be seen. Fraktur text and image twine. Concrete
poems, vispo pretend paper and type. Blake illustrates.
The Cover
So the Inself concedes the out manifests as leaf, or in
human terms, mask, a covering for what exists but cannot
be seen. It can't be seen because it is, thought which does
not exist in language, but in image. QED? Walking one
side of this border, up against it, cross immediately the
other side.
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These often told what pains it cost in the beginning to free
this region from the evil spirits which hold dominion over
te whole earth.
this last temple of the Holy Ghost, rspugnant as it was to
be hung naked with criminals, not an ecclesiastical dignity,
Kalkglasser
That in the ocean of human, the sea, witnessing agaisnt the
old Adam and his many false sanctuaries, the covenant
with God in the water
Colonia 2
It wasn’t Caliban who wrote the brochure that said when
the wings were open wide enough it would fly. It wasn't a
god along the Po either, even if the last days of Noah
returned. You know what? they were doing bad things.
How many miles to Babylon? Phrases from The
Revelation started to appear as written by unseen hands on
buildings and bulletin boards: Shape Locust, Fall
Wormwood, Untimely Fig, Balaam to Balak! A complete
list could be had for twenty bucks. Things were moving a
little beetie. Mentality mastered el pure humano. Baloo,
lillie beetie! Severed from culture and the past, this new
reptilian intelligence would live for 5000 years. Didn’t
technology double every two? Civilization was rolling.
Not grotesque even, for distortion was superior. Tidal
influence reached inland far from the sea. Not the furthest
point, as far as Beelzebub, or Greece from Troy; that
would be the first of those whose history you want to
know. People with allegories as faceless interchangeable
130cogs, like pen and ink fish, small fish pouring out of the
mouth of large beached fish like small words. Land and
water were overrun by dictionaries and fish. Academies,
Paraphrasts overran, a two-legged fish walked up with a
fish in its mouth. A fish bird flew with a fish head from a
fish tree. Shoot them down! A word dug from a mound
turned up a head buried in a verb to pay honor to the
consummate Perpender, The Emender, the Picador. Mind
mountains and dust fractals became maximum Orc studies
published by faux anthropologists and faux professors who
ate fish dinners. At least we hope they were fish, and not
ourselves. Watch how you pass, ba beetie bonnie bairn.
Walk so you do not trample with your soles their heads.
This was our colonial city with a shriek, an Otaku to
implode and distort, neither reflection by force, destruction
itself or avalanche, landslide, eruptive wave of mind would
crumble in distortion to no law. Is the mind natural?
Neural? No thanks. Things fell from the cranks. Silence
fell upon the creeks. Fibonacci ratios, golden sections,
fractal repetitions, arithmetic challenges, impastoed
faktoviki made literatura fakta
chickahominy
Swift's explanation for the title of the book is that the Ship
of State was threatened by a whale (specifically, the
Leviathan of Thomas Hobbes) and the new political
societies (the Rota Club is mentioned). His book is
intended to be a tub that the sailors of state (the nobles
and ministers) might toss over the side to divert the
attention of the beast (those who questioned the
government and its right to rule. The narrative of the
brothers is a faulty allegory, and Swift's narrator is either a
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madman or a fool. The book is not one that could occupy
the Leviathan, or preserve the Ship of State, so Swift may
be intensifying the dangers of Hobbes's critique rather than
allaying them to provoke a more rational response. [9]
This contradiction of colony is they jump on a chair and
hold the map upside down. Who can journey through?
The water wars against the pot and global contraction. To
fight the dripping pan and explode at will, a dish clout
makes Archuleta for example, founded with the Giga Dish
on the one hand and Titan on its cobalt hole in another.
Halton Holgate: Jesus calls us oer the tumult of our life's
tempestous seas so. From teh seas, the storms many were
lost
Who bids the mighty ocean deep–
Its own appointed limits keep:
2 O Christ, the Lord of hill and plain
O'er which our traffic runs amain
By mountain pass or valley low;
Wherever, Lord, our brethren go,
Protect them by Thy guarding hand
From every peril on the land.
3 O Spirit, whom the Father sent
To spread abroad the firmament;
O Wind of heaven, by Thy might
Save all who dare the eagle's flight;
132And keep them by Thy watchful care
From every peril in the air.
4 O Trinity of love and pow'r,
Our brethren shield in danger's hour;
From rock and tempest, fire and foe,
Protect them wheresoe'er they go;
Thus evermore shall rise to Thee
Glad praise from air and land and sea.
“... the eco-complexity becomes so intense with
throngs and multitudes of the Divine that it flares
into the feedback of an ultimate vision.”
La condition humaine The modern age is fundamentally
dishonest. Modern man through his own fault is caught in
a bewilderment of self deception in and about himself due
to a lack of naivete, in an age that can no longer be naive,
an essential condition for a healthy and honest human
existence. This points to an even deeper lack, a want of the
primitive. Primitive existence always contains a
reexamination of the universally human. The primitive
thinker reflects on what everyone knows, or should know.
What these things are must be shown not told to that self
consciousness that is so self assured. If it recognizes it
recognizes itself. The concept of human being is
normative; The ethical task of each singular human being
consists in transforming the psychic qualification of his
existence in a pneumatic one; The bedrock normative
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practice that determines the human being as "pneumatic"
is the existential speech-act.
Writing is pneumatic in itself if it breathes with these
primitive universal dramas. Primitive ceramic feeds upon
thought and forethought when stone hits glass and the
breakage conforms to gravity and glass, not the intention
of the artist; if not, the result is mere thought. Stressing
these materials away from the smooth and the fine, all the
lobate scarps of planetary implosion or cliffs, displacement
thrust faults, compressional stresses, thermal contraction,
lineated terrains are means of dramatizing the primitive.
To what end? To display the universal human, not the
fantasy, the pain in the global aspects of Mercury that lead
to a loss of surface that secreting, planting of contradiction
into the clay body makes. Slumping, cutting earthquakes
seek the volcano in the kiln. The pollution in saying so
calls fire out of the medieval Cloud of Unknowing with
spirit. Fathom that after the volcano, like the shell of a man
shrunk, heart sack creased like a pot expelled from itself,
when you don't have naught to say. Thought burns up.
Intellect ceases tasks. You stand struck, parietal lobes
rewired. That is primitive.
Season of compass, whorl and wheel, inboard seas
over brawling brine, beast of the waste, Yore-flood
staunching ocean, ark Noah risen unseen, bound and
veined, almost unmade, the mystery stressed, hurdle
to grace, driven Phison, a water yarn with fire in him
of cobble foam streets.
The psychic element creeps in as a force of motion in
these parleys of minute detail, just as electricity does.
134The Germans assert at dinner before the company of
connoisseurs, that faced with a truth which seems a
lie a man can only close his lips as long as he can..
Every one not actuated by a spirit of contradiction will
when the wine has breathed at once perceive this is
so, and will continue to believe even after it is
abundantly disproved. But here I can't be still.
The spongy mammet! hasty-witted codpiece! saucy fen-
sucked pigeon-egg! muddy-mottled punk! prick-eared
pignut! moldwarp! Confusion now hath made his
masterpiece! the old is dying and the new cannot be born;
in this interregnum a great variety of morbid symptoms
appear. cube 3D printer, cube saturn satan, black synthetic
digital programmable matter, a beast made of
technological transmutation of metals to gold Youtube,
digital organic transhuman vessels, the beast that comes
out of the bottomless pit emerges in the digital air,
destroying and changing the temple of God, synthetic
genomics, dna world and digital world interchangable
(Craig Venter), reengineering the genome in a more logical
fashion!, defraging the genome, Nicolson 1968
Reprogrammable sprayed nano particle chem trails. Now is
the time of a tautological self-prophecy announcing a new
ipsology, pluralization of the self through a narcissism of
the other.
Programmable matter is a digital slavering of computation,
sensing, actuation, and display as continuous properties
active over its whole extent. Programmable matter would
have many exciting applications, like paintable displays,
shape-changing robots and tools, rapid prototyping, and
sculpture-based interfaces. Programmable matter would be
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composed of millimeter-scale autonomous microsystem
particles, without internal moving parts, bound by
electromagnetic forces in an adhesive binder
Devour this, the tail is cedar
an open beak pecks the bones of subway tubes.
Leave a wake,
nose pierced in mud,
spurred undersides,
smoke nostrils.
Lightning eyes.
A fish bigger than morning tied.
To open the mouth a tongue
hooks the river
With a hook you draw him out.
strip off the outer coat
and clothe yourself.
Why Euphrates and not Gihon, Tigris, or Nile? Why
bound, now loosed? A future time already visible, displays
its paps. Been touched? Once burned? Twice? A l'eau, a
l'eau! Two hundred million horses of fire. In kilns, some
critic would say, a terracotta army, wrenching scripture off
the Wall of China to the Tower of Babel. China to Babel,
horses to kilns, prophets Enoch, Noah, David, Isaiah,
Jonah, Jesus, John a whip to cleanse.
When fine gold lost its luster
and I had no breath,
when the precious gold had altered,
and waters closed over my head,
sons once worth their weight
136and pots of clay the work of hands,
I called on the LORD from the depths.
all Machinations of hands, when things come to action;
his Quando; all is one time to him: Mountains and
Vallies, Sea and Land, distinguish not his Ubi; all is one
place to him: When I begin, says God to Eli, I will
make an end; not only that all Gods purposes shall
have their certain end but that even then, when he
begins, he makes an end: from the very beginning,
imprints an infallible assurance, that whom he loves, he
loves to the end: as a Circle is printed all at once, so his
beginning and ending is all one. Donne
One if by land, two if by sea. This may not be as odd as
what supports the hills below, in the sea where cargo
containers hover hundreds of feet over the water off port.
Heraclitus says the sea is never the same. There all the
king's horses cannot make it right. Bottom creatures on
their bed, crab and coral, sea poems in pens, starfish armed
a decade dozen arms that fold, hands that bend limestone
with pink polyps, coral among plankton and aconite, digit
poems of fishing banks with just one line to the hydrozoa
net, amphipod for cod. Lamaria galleries of circular stairs
below the fjord. Out on skerries among seals saying, “no
matter what you have done, no matter how far you fall or
rise, no matter under the sun revival, transfiguration dawn
the universe is redeemed, regenerate son. When the last sin
is counted redeemed, amphipods and dead men’s fingers,
mountains folding a complex plunge of gravel and shale,
the whole west sea floor, sediment, sandstone, coral voices
pressed up in long axis plural of recharged magma
redeemed, all transformed, made new basements of our
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unfolding. Redemption is massive, deep seated from its
crust in octagons to the crystal ice sheets that cover heads
of moraines, shell rich shaved lines of iron and copper
morning.”
The Midrash angels complain of this water distorted vision
of Old Town as a beached whale, where leviathan of
undersea gets a hook in its nose, whose first tears froze in a
cluster with unmatched vanity because the great dragon
Leviathan and his mate, are preserved to regale the Sons
of God in that Day. The same angelic opposition was made
to the creation of Adam. They say, "what is man," because
they thought that it wasn't men who are the sons of God
but themselves, all the more denied sooner and later, for in
that very place it says he has been given dominion over
whatsoever passes in the paths of the sea, and in a distant
phrase the true Sons are given power to become the sons of
God to as many as received Him.
Seeing as angels argued they are sons -- which psalm is
sometimes read as spoken by angels in entirety,
complaining of the exaltation of Adam, Abraham, Moses -
- the king enthroned in heaven, Eloah, surrounded by these
mighty beings, Eloah who rebuked and conquered the
primordial waters that resisted founding the earth, when
they rose in swelling and were stilled, this One, who
crushed Rahab like the slain, and scattered enemies with a
mighty arm, whose Heaven and earth are the world and all
it contains, so that if you run down the colonia to the sea
the scared whale flukes in flame and Osiris spits out his
teeth, not to mention the treatment of Goliath's head--when
138these waters lifted up their heads, mightier than surging,
mightier than the breakers of the sea, triumphant over the
raging tumult, when any hope of subduing him is false; the
mere sight of him is overpowering. No-one is fierce
enough to rouse him. Who then is able to stand? The
dragon's tail threw a third part of the stars to the earth.
Rabbi Simeon said, "these mysteries are connected with
that above and below to indicate that the Holy One,
blessed be He, guided Moses through a labyrinth to the
abode of a mighty dragon, being Egypt's celestial
representative, a demon from which Squigly lesser dragons
emanate, amphibious helicopters who could only be
approached in the subsidiary streams, so that When the
Holy One saw Moses afraid He proclaimed: "Behold, I am
against thee, Pharaoh king of Egypt, the great leviathan
that lies in the midst of his rivers, which hath said: My
river is my own, and I have made it for myself" (Ezek.
XXIX, 3).
Then R. Simeon said further: 'It is written: "And God
created the great dragons 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. I
give you power to tread on serpents and scorpions, and
over all the power of the enemy: and nothing shall by any
means harm you. Although later Rabbis said the political
state was leviathan and its forces would protect you. Fifty
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states of leviathan pledge to him and so the beast was seen
rising up out of the sea, a third part of stars lying on the
waves.
All the earth will worship the beast rising. Then the second
beast from the land will force the mark that is its name.
The ocean depths of Leviathan and Rahab then were
crushed: "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, these chaos monsters, Egyptians and
Babylonians together, Pharaoh king of Egypt, great
dragon, "on that day Yahweh with His sore and great and
strong sword shall punish leviathan, that piercing serpent,
leviathan the crooked, and He shall slay the dragon of the
sea." He cut down Rahab and wounded, He that dried the
sea, the waters of the great deep, that made the depths a
way for the redeemed to pass. Indeed our king took the
crown of more than one of these idols of Malkam. The
opposition against the sea, war on the sea, things that come
out of the sea, the taming of the sea bigger than singularity,
Leviathan: the gliding serpent, Leviathan coiling, one day
served with garlic, raisins and rettich shall be meat for the
chosen. Eloah will slay the monster of the sea. Funny how
that happens. Job was in his pasture and Isaiah in his mind
but now they visit immortals that live at the bottom of the
Marianas Trench
When the four rivers out of the Garden of Eden divided,
the one called Pison went into the calm tenth river of
which we have spoken. Out of the calm river, thus
augmented, came all the others; in each of which a dragon
dwells, so that the number of the dragons is nine. And each
140of these nine has a hole in his head, and the great dragon as
well, because each emits breath upwards and not down.
This indicates that the ten acts of Creation had their
counterpart in the ten rivers, and in each of which one
dragon.
The big one when it raises fins, heaves up the waters every
seventy years and a swaying tapestry of vision comes into
view, at first mostly geometric patterns, then shapes and
forms of plants, animals, humans, cities, temples, flying
craft and the like. Particular images from time to time
emerge out of the continuous flux to be re-absorbed back
into it. As the images of forms and objects recede into the
swaying fabric, the twisting coils of leviathan, his own
double helix, with silver glitter and green designs on its
skin. Head and tail encompass the entire story. In the
Amazon, ayahuasceros regard the giant geometric patterns
as the mother spirit of all others of the forest, river and air.
We’re taught that it’s from the hide of the Leviathan that
God will make “tents for the pious of the first rank,
garments for those of the second, belts for those of the
third, and necklaces for those of the fourth. The remainder
of the hide will be spread on the walls of Jerusalem”,
which addresses the various levels of righteousness of
those found there; but what most especially addresses the
spiritual nature of the marzipan coated leviathan for lunch
VI.
Glaciation is out of the question, as if hulls worn from
journeying from the causes above, touching cracks in
general and because the lines could be furrows ploughed
by meteorites,--another ingenious solution,--from which
Ring the bells and bury scarabs, joust with road kill,
chollas, spines and pads. Then the ball will come. Lobate
scarps we should say of its cooling. Blanketed by the
ejecta of miners, dwarves, nibelungs, it bulges at center
like a drunk Mercator. Pat a cake and put it in the pitty
hands of crater rims. Fracture crude polygonal struts.
There are things going on for which we have to avert our
eyes to see, not that we don't know them. It was all secret
societies of the dragon supported by, leviathan below,
behemoth above the town, funded with and invented by
talk of the transcendence of evil, a malignant sublime
against which philosophers posit ethical measures. The
hand may be connected to someone standing beside me.
That it is so only increases the number of bystanders: "the
ethical response recognizes that in the otherness of the
other"...I AM INFINITELY RESPONSIBLE FOR AND
TO THE OTHER PERSON, WHOSE SUFFERING IS
MORE IMPORTANT THAN MY OWN SUFFERING. I
took out the adverb, that this suffering is ethically more
important.
The catacombs below Peter implicitly reduce with oxygen
forced with ash. The baptizing basins open a physical
condition of the colonies where systematic study of the
surface night after night, month after month sees the
terrestrial curiously at times invisible, maybe due to
obscuration. The condition of the colony is an Aristarchian
brightness of a bubble that reflects all observation. Iron
and copper feet cut the stone hills with a pinch of oxide.
How intellect can pollute the natural head when it is
144mining the heart. Macromolecular polymers change before
the eyes of rising exhalations. This of course is the Dome
itself, sometimes apparent and the rest of the time simply
not there, also the case of the colonies north of Titanium
where the valleys form a design. Cutbanks, ridges run from
the base of those rocks into the Pearl-Bearing Gulf and
Voulkos Bay, uniformly bright. Metamorphosis will reveal
distance as the great obliterator. At the end of August's last
opposition the colonies of Lake of the Sun are
conspicuous, while those to the north are invisible as the
moats of Malebolge with its naked sinners crowding in.
From November the intensities of the two sets change
distinctly: the northern perceptibly darken. As to the
yelling heard at different times as echoes, or the veiling of
clouds or mist on walls, bridges, these discontents connect
with recognition of intrinsic cause.
The great dragon reposes between the nine rivers, the
waters of which are turbulent; and a tenth whose waters
are calm where the blessings of Paradise are said to
descend. Into this river the dragon his habitation, sallies
forth and swims to the sea, to devour fish and then returns
again. The nine rivers are banked by those trees of the
months and fringed with flowers. A final moisture remains
after all the drops have issued gently, and this drop forms
the tenth river. Of course this is allegoresis as the glands of
Moll or the sonnets of Zinn. These are not the fishes that
glitter on the horizon and fin means end, not fin.
Nothing of the colonies on either side of the Shigaraki flats
predict the ochre-red Mosquitoes that gleam in that valley
like crimson fire. Small flames on the tops of towers in the
surrounding hills signal toward the boats. The Brontes,
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Gulf of the Titans, Eumenides, but the crowning
achievement is the continuation the Orcus from the land to
under sea about which much must and will be said, the two
being one line from the point where it leaves the land to
the point where it enters the Triviumone. Roads on both
sides to Malprecitor, right above Willing and Naked..
Take the whole work some artist betrayed, a necessity of
exhibition style, who lights his face but hides the world. If
the lamination of volcano and chalk hill is any measure, a
less artificial state would be dog displacing thrust faults,
congressional stresses of thermal contraction, six fingered
lizards by lineated terrain. The system of irrigation
depends on these vapors in a terrain of uncanny
presentment, like the shell of a shrunk man, heart sack
creased like a pot flowing with itself. A heliotrope.
Intellect ceases tasks. Thought burns it up. The lines
appear broken from one end to the other, for which you
can blame and do the Core contractions that produced
these scarps and scalps, cliffs of implosion. There is
nothing haphazard in the look of any. Planted along the
mantled polygons named for literature. Dropping a stone
on glass mimics the networks of the blue-green regions,
directly to what seem centers of the land. Parietal lobes
rewired stand struck, like legends traversed but not exactly
written. Many sources of vacancy and presence, vacancy
of design and designer, present flows of the natural making
repeat patterns to identify recognition that some brands are
a betrayal of vacancy.
Our senses approach the outer world usually attributed to
stimuli from without. But it is possible for these messages
to be tampered with at any stage. It is even possible for
146them to be started in some other part of the brain, travel
down to the lower centres and be sent up from them to the
high ones, indistinguishable from bona fide messages from
without. That moon is already beneath our feet. Bright
points in the sky or a blow on the head will cause stars. In
the first case the eyes were duly affected from without; in
the second, the nerves were tapped to the same effect in
mid-route; but in each case the subsequent current travels
to the higher centers apparently as authentic the one as the
other. But must we not insist that our sense data is private
to ourself? How different everything would be today, but
Schmidt is not alone on the page.
I can't show him to you now because he isn't there.
I saw Count Orso and I saw his soul cleft from its body
Mental imagining is a nice gesture of the Otaku to
implode and distort. Colonies reflect its major force, earth
which crumbles. Avalanches, landslides, are a different
force. Let the peasant turn his mattock and fortune turn her
wheel. Is the mind natural? No. Nature is innocent
compared. A sorry crowd emerging like smoke from the
sands below the gates of hell will end up decayed and bent
to macrobe intent. The river mist forms shadows overhead.
A devastated land that lies in midsea of choicest iron and
baked clay, mines of Acheron and Styx, macrobial. Jet
engines, nuclear instructions. Hallucinations occur this
way. Unconscious changes in an originally veridic
message, rivulets course down to our world. We easily see
what we expect to see, but with great difficulty what we do
not, tenacious demons of patriotism. This may be
individual idiosyncrasy, or it may be an idea affecting
people generally which we unwittingly share. The melting
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pot flakes with naked souls. Some lay flat, others crouch,
some walk about while snow or fire falls, not ash, not the
volcano erupting. Yet this may actually refer to the
reflective quality of their glassy scales, by which leviathan
shines shiny, to express the sparkling of the blazing
sunbeams upon its scales, which are extremely brilliant,
the word form of nachash from its shine. But the symbol
of regal power which the oriental kings referred to it all
was the basilisk. from the Arabian name melecha, and the
Hebrew nudach, " to reign;" hence its Greek and Latin
regvhis: all which referred to its red color, the heads
decorated with crests in the form of crowns, so it is not at
all prostrate as other serpents, but moved with head and
half the body erect; the other parts sweeping the water
behind.
Ocean is Sleeping
All the purists on the coasts were prophets.
Writing familiar visions of their hearts
shaved heads, cut beards
in Providence, Miami, Houston, Nulon Rouge.
Divers from submarine bases taught them
wrote letters to the people of the Orange Sea.
At last you understand the Inland rebellion
that planted a second hemp
grafted Maple, Oak, Pine and iron with one hand,
while the other gripped their brains between the eyes.
Each wrote to thunder from heights of burn.
Downstream, corkscrewed, tangled rope
started like water from the feet.
Shakalo Urijah, Micah,
You cannot be unspeakable every day.
148Laughter plunging waves as one,
Toledo, Akron, Pittsburgh done,
palm mushrooms torn from sky.
Desert and pit prophets, incensed to the stars.
broken pot prophets hit Jeremiah, then Pashur
cedars were painted vermilion,
among the amplifications of cartilaginous John.
Johanan is not Jonah. Ismael not Basha.
Idaho, Utah, Nevada and the Great Basin west,
stone water, ground because
we dared the dark to reach the hearts.
home born slaves gave hands to marry burning,
The time to flee, past time, the very cause blind to its
folly, if the sand were kindled, whoever the observer
would find could ask, "Who were you who through so
many must breathe blood?" Seeing what no one else has
seen, discovery of new detail, next to that there is no
agreement. Inevitable errors of observation fall by the
times and seasons, distance and tilt, certain to produce
differences, likewise too one has ample proof in comparing
his own drawings with another. Even too close agreement
with one's self is suspicious. In the matter of fine detail,
absolute agreement is neither expected nor desired.
In the struggle between earth, sky, sea and the mutual
inhabitants there, nations, women, men, blue green coasts
against red ochre hills, far white peaks of ranges above the
coasts, the canals were there before anybody remembers, a
fiat accompli of themselves of spokes connecting the parts,
hub and tire inland from sea. The great deep entered the
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land by them. Colonists between deeps these determines
call it earth out of old habit, a solid miracle of the huge
ocean that surrounds. Ocean has a hand in order for it to
be moving. The colony thinks it is alone in the world but
someone else has a part of its body, some Anton Schmid
with the same pain to view them sympathetically. The
organs of sense perception are scattered about his limbs,
ourselves along the canals, where the houses hold
conversations with houses about the plight of the colony to
believe it is death to become water but from water comes
soul.
I know they will with all their great powers of denial deny
the tribulation has come. It is called human realization, the
burning of churches, assassinations at prayer meetings, all
standard fare in Nigeria, Syria, Chad, but now reaching
into the media centers of their minds is still denied in the
end of sexuality, where men are women and women are
men and children are both but never in any sense
recognized before we entered the storm cellars and the
winds began.
The word seraph has been left untranslated here. It literally
means "burning one." Here’s how Rebbe Yochanan
depicted Leviathan: “Once we boarded a ship and saw a
fish that stuck its head out of the water that had horns upon
which was written: ‘I am one of the meanest creatures to
inhabit the sea. I am three hundred miles in length, and I
enter this day into the jaws of the Leviathan’.
Gulliver held down by a million strings except the man
doesn't think he is Gulliver, he thinks he is Lilliput and he
doesn't see the strings when he drinks the incredible
150shrinking potion that makes him so small he can be
controlled by the forces than bind him.
These gobbets are made of millions of diamond facets.
There are the 13 Balsam rivers, four hidden, nine revealed
that flow through the grass of the thousand mountains.
Tzaddikim inside Behemoth, eating the flesh of
leviathan, if it were flesh, whose devotees think they are
downloading light when they travel without their bodies,
Bolshies without their heads, cross into the fabrication. All
the water of Jordan flows to that sea. They think they are
liberating the eagle to serve Yankee piracy, that the
larcenous claws that burned, and killed cattle all the way
from the concentration camps at Plasmaferesis to the
warehouses where Somoza imprisoned 265 te netzach
reconstituted Jerusalem. Anastasio in Managua might well
be the global body, and Albion in Glastonbury the City of
the Emperors, or below, in the subterranean tunnels of the
Capitol-the apocalypse of hierophantic earth dictated by
demons-- takes out the trash. Beyond the walls torture is
not conducted in isolated cells but in specially constructed
zoos, cages piled on cages, built with many compartments,
one for a big cat and the other for political prisoners,
dozens, hundreds, and more who spend days, nights and
months locked up with lions, panthers, jaguars in this
garden of the modern Borgias, innocent children would
enter with their toys and dolls to watch men up in their
cages with the beasts. That is the hierophantic landscape
where young alligators churn out columns and editorials
pass government censors. It is also to confirm what has
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just been stated, that the souls (archetypes) of Israel are
chaste and holy, but (behemoth) the (bestial) souls of the
unenlightened scorpions stand like the white asses in the
White House.
Johan Tralau Politics of Order and Myth failed states, the
privatisation of war, and the rise of political violence that
does not derive from the state. sources for the use of
mythology in politics; conceptions of myth and politics,
and Schmitt’s use of Hobbes in (and some say against) the
Third Reich. When myth, violence and revelation re-
emerge as political forces, it is important to understand
Hobbes’s and Schmitt’s answers to the problems of their
time, that all the fish in the ocean are fish and stand for
other fish who may not even be fish, to perceive the image
when the Babyloniah Talmud Baba Bathra fish raised its
hidden head out of the sea. Its eyes were like two moons,
and water streamed from its two nostrils as the two rivers
of Sura is one what to put it.
R. Safra: while travelled by ship saw a fish raise its head
out of the sea with horns on which was engraved: 'I am a
minor creature of the sea, I am three hundred parasangs [in
length] and I am [now] going into the mouth of
Leviathan.' 23 R. Ashi said: It was a sea-goat which
searches [for its food] and [for that purpose] has horns. We
might call it a goat-fish.
The Rabbis taught that R. Eliezer and R. Joshua were
travelling on board a ship when Joshua began to
tremble?' 'I have seen a great light in the sea.' Eliezer said
to him: 'You may have seen the eyes of Leviathan, for it is
written: His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.'
152E eyes of leviathan coming out of the sea The chariot the
chariot, ofanim, merkabah, the round chaos tunnel
changing consciousness. All these slumping, cut quakes of
volcano in the hill. Call out the pollution in saying so calls
out fires of Unknowing And this is the point of the
translation here, to fathomed the volcano the sixth angel
sounds to loose.
Rab Judah went further in the name of Rab: The Jordan
issues from the cavern of Paneas. It has been taught
likewise: The Jordan issues from the cavern of Paneas and
passes through the Lake of Sibkay and the Lake of
Tiberias and rolls down into the great sea from whence it
rolls on until it rushes into the mouth of Leviathan; for it is
said: He is confident because the Jordan rushes forth to his
mouth. Raba b. 'Ulla objected: This [verse] is written of
Behemoth on a thousand hills! — But, said R. Abba b.
'Ulla: When is Behemoth on a thousand hills confident? —
When the Jordan rushes into the mouth of Leviathan.
Rab Judah said in the name of Rab: All that the Holy One,
blessed be He, created in his world he created male and
female. Likewise, Leviathan the slant serpent and
Leviathan the tortuous serpent he created male and
female; and had they mated with one another they would
have destroyed the whole world. What [then] did the Holy
One, blessed be He, do? He castrated the male and killed
the female preserving it in salt for the righteous in the
world to come; for it is written: And he will slay the
dragon that is in the sea.
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And also Behemoth on a thousand hills were created male
and female, and had they mated with one another they
would have destroyed the whole world. What did the Holy
One, blessed be He, do? He castrated the male and cooled
the female and preserved it for the righteous for the world
to come; for it is written: Lo now his strength is in his loins
— this refers to the male; and his force is in the stays of
his body,23 — this refers to the female.
There also, [in the case of Leviathan], he should have
castrated the male and cooled the female [why then did he
kill the female]? — Fishes are dissolute. 24 Why did he not
reverse the process? 25 — If you wish, say: [It is because a]
female [fish] preserved in salt is tastier. If you prefer, say:
Because it is written: There is Leviathan whom Thou hast
formed to sport with, and with a female this is not proper.
Then here also [in the case of Behemoth] he should have
preserved the female in salt? — Salted fish is palatable,
salted flesh is not.
Rab Judah in the name of Rab also said: At the time when
the Holy One, blessed be He, desired to create the world,
he said to the angel of the sea: 'Open thy mouth and
swallow all the waters of the world.' He said unto him:
'Lord of the Universe, it is enough that I remain with my
own'. Thereupon, He struck him with His foot and killed
him; for it is written: He stirreth up the sea with his power
and by his understanding he smiteth through Rahab. R.
Isaac said: From this it may be inferred that the name of
the angel of the sea was Rahab. And had not the waters
covered him no creature could have stood his [foul] odour;
154for it is written: They shall not hurt nor destroy in all My
Holy mountain etc. as the waters cover the sea. Do not
read: They cover the sea, but [in the sense]: 'They cover
the angel of the sea.'
Folio 75a
A chase of Leviathan involves Canst thou draw out
Leviathan with a fish hook? Or press down his tongue with
a cord? And if the Holy One, blessed be He, will not help
him, he will be unable to prevail over him; for it is said:
He only that made him can make His sword to approach
unto him.
When R. Dimi said in the name of R. Johanan: When
Leviathan is hungry he emits [fiery] breath from his mouth
and causes all the waters of the deep to boil; for it is said:
He maketh the deep to boil like a pot. And if he were not
to put his head into the Garden of Eden, no creature could
stand his [foul] odour; for it is said: He maketh the sea
like a spiced broth. When he is thirsty he makes
numerous furrows in the sea; for it is said: He maketh a
path to shine after him. R. Aha b. Jacob said; The deep
does not return to its strength until [after] seventy years;
for it is said: One thinks the deep to be hoary, and hoary
age is not [attained at] less than seventy [years].
Rabbah said in the name of R. Johanan: The Holy One,
blessed be He, will in time to come make a banquet for
the righteous from the flesh of Leviathan; for it is said:
Companions will make a banquet of it. Kerah must mean
a banquet; for it is said: And he prepared for them a great
banquet and they ate and drank. Companions must mean
scholars, for it is said: Thou that dwellest in the gardens,
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the companions hearken for thy voice; cause me to hear it.
The rest [of Leviathan] will be distributed and sold out in
the markets of Jerusalem; for it is said: They will part him
among the Kena'anim, and Kena'anim must mean
merchants, for it is said: As for kena'an the balances of
deceit are in his hand, he loveth to oppress. And if you
wish you may infer it from the following: Whose
merchants are princes, whose traffickers are the
honourable of the earth.
Rabbah for R. Johanan said: The Holy One, blessed be He,
will in time to come make a tabernacle for the righteous
from the skin of Leviathan; for it is said: Canst thou fill
tabernacles with his skin. If a man is worthy, a tabernacle
is made for him; if he is not worthy [of this] a [mere]
covering is made for him, for it is said: And his head with
a fish covering. If a man is [sufficiently] worthy a covering
is made for him; if he is not worthy [even of this], a
necklace is made for him, for it is said: And necklaces
about thy neck. If he is worthy [of it] a necklace is made
for him; if he is not worthy [even of this] an amulet is
made for him; as it is said: And thou wilt bind him for thy
maidens. The rest [of Leviathan] will be spread by the
Holy One, blessed be He, upon the walls of Jerusalem, and
its splendour will shine from one end of the world to the
other; as it is said: And nations shall walk at thy light, and
kings at the brightness of thy rising.
156VII. Behemoth
Behemoth of a thousand mountains lives in an invisible
desert east of the Garden of Eden where the great battle
will take plac. "...they will interlock with one another and
engage in combat, with his horns the Behemoth will gore
with strength, the fish [Leviathan] will leap to meet him
with his fins, with power. Their Creator will approach
them with his mighty sword [and slay them both]." Then,
"from the beautiful skin of the Leviathan, God will
construct canopies to shelter the righteous, who will eat the
meat of the Behemoth and the Leviathan amid great joy
and merriment." (Artscroll siddur, p. 719).
Tentacles like freeways, cloverleaf exchanges, cable
companies that reach into homes and phones lines on the
freeways above and below micro towers the wires from to
dashboards, into homes wired for relief. Only connect,
connect connect they say. Dial up wire no good, wireless
goood, chips, no paper trail to save the trees, plug in drop
down light up strands, filaments, gay angels. Waht's the
diff between behemoth and levitan, zip.
The sandy clay from Lake Biwa has a warm orange color
which characterizes the irregular contours of Shigaraki and
its archaic achieves the mineral surface. The resulting coat
of ash and minerals with a red-brown color protrudes
impurities of embedded that crackles as if invented each
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for the first time then reinvented as part of the history of
invention as the geology of archeology primeval. Gap,
crack, smash, sludge, break, burn, dry, slash, scratch,
score, stack. STACKS of stacks, contours, recesses, caves
destroy at the same time it creates, solidified to total
avoidance...cylinder, dome, sphere, disk, plate, slab,
muscular buckets primitef. Vertices reaching the primitive,
bridges, tunnels, buildings, engines, railroads, lines,
planes, facets, coal, vast massive mechanical shapes with
tunnels and roads where the trains smoke was black as
grave stone ceremonials.
Belief
The future so many hours hence,
wakes each city illumined with stone,
The loam led looks, wind tethered to a sail,
I believe the bones you carry underarm.
You know these questions
Bring back the reaching field.
Listen to breathing or go out
under leaves, dry grass, ground.
You must be mortal of course my heifer,
to hide in the kilns. You know
sleep prevented at cost, no mind,
Get out of Gilead.
Their cloaks were gilded and bedazzled. Contaminated
surface moats and subsurface gob piles, slag heaps, talons
158of runoff, little wings beating in their chests. Chemical
concentrate in water of that the colony is well situated to
recall had mine tailings and arsenic where Cottonwoods
fish. Maybe they don't drink the water, and all the salt
cedar is cut, but there were abandoned smelter stacks and
slag washes of leftover mines. Like it or not, or seek the
depth, the colonies of art mirroring life cannot take the
pristine upright.
Beyond the graveyards of Clonmacnoise cross or grave
artifact the fire of volcano insists these takes are after the
natural, which argument took the gold they had and the
colors we certainly used if we had them, the sea not wine-
dark. But what is art if not pollution, of our surroundings,
barren hills, sky filled with chemtrails all the day? I didn't
say it, but the spirit of knowing and not knowing
simultaneously in a human mind, the red, black and white
clay colors of ancient statuary, the three classical colors,
inferred.
Not ethics, disgust. Ethics is the magic thought like the
woman who had to choose which of her three children the
Levby would take. Shades who pray others' prayers for
them, no choice but death. Later we see advanced evil
seeks to deny martyrdom even to inmates, along with
humanity, so take a lesson from the bear milked for its
bile, that seeing its cub about to be hooked up to be also
milked, escaped, killed the cub and dashed its own brains
against a wall. That disgust.
Philosophers call this bestial, but it is the highest form of
other. Believe me when I say the end of Eichmann or
Goring has not ended yet. These people pray precisely for
descended from the shoreline boats as if called by a falcon,
which followed them across the waters. Watch how you
pass beneath the giant's feet. They read Mephistognazis,
which is why they tried to kill the scrannel rest.
It is a nice gesture of the architect, to implode and distort.
but it is mind that crumbles in distortion, but earth.
Avalanches, landslides, eruptive waves you have to know
and name. Is the mind natural? No. Nature is innocent
compared. A thousand faces of transformation. Jet engines,
nuclear explosions.
To translate the metal to a verb proves as possible as
trisecting an angle with an idea which leads us away from
where we are but doesn't show us the place where we had
been. Philosophers explaining how they will help God as
well as they can. A thousand lions, a thousand faces.
162Meine Freund Meine schone
Komm Here
"What do you say that we own a cock to Asclepius?"
It's still my watch. I have one red t-shirt left, get it and go
out the gate. He is still where he was scuttled aside, but
beautiful in death, eyes closed, claws closed underneath as
if on the roost, but not. I wrap him in the red shirt. He is
heavy, maybe five pounds, carry him to the back to put
him under the bushes in the hallowed ground where we
have wept. I had cut mugwort to dry in a pot last week. It
is dry. I break the bottom stems as a cushion, put him,
covered with dry white leaves in the ground. It is the loss
of life in strength that bothers most, the rulers as if they
were among mugwort and other brushwood. How is it that
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you cannot get them out of your mind? I mark with a stone
where a ceramic bird waits to fly.
Do you think these colonies are on the plain of Nineveh
with its confluence of rivers and population?
Is the Baal Shaft the same as the obilesk stone shaft of
sunlight?
Phallic architecture- especially large skyscrapers dominate
the landscape as symbols of male domination, power and
political authority. Towers and other vertical structures
that unintentionally or perhaps subconsciously have those
164connotations. Veining of the marble. Death crushed by
the canopy of red jasper in the tomb of Alexander, a
skeleton lifts a fold of red marble drapery and holds an
hourglass
“In honor of Pope Innocents’s new fountain, Kircher
published in 1650 his Obeliscus Pamphilius (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
jpowerr”—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.
Bernini was not always pleased with facing the task of
working around a door. 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. Skeletal Death is time defeated by Truth. The
skeleton of Death wielding the Sands of Time placed
directly in front of the door makes the tall duck to avoid
the skeleton.
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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 the decay of abstraction where concrete to the abstract,
new science asks, what does it mean to be human, but
underneath the pretty science flower question isn’t Bernini
but a dead bird. This intelligence hopes to replicate
Einstein’s brain, and make it available on a jack drive, but
first the Behemoth is opposed with Leviathan, the animal
is opposed with the mind, and the animal must be left
behind.
Transformations, metamorphoses, distortions so called,
Circe turned men to pigs, “like to their minds most
monstrous.” When science speaks of “ceasing to be
human” it is just opposite this or what happened to
Nebuchadnezzar as a beast for seven years to be sane.
The pretense that the human is different because the
container is remade would be due in part to its severed
head. Science and philosophy sever the human from its
culture and past to be remade. Visionaries imagine a future
they themselves do not live in, propose a love purer and
stronger than anyone ever felt, but they themselves are
divorced, promise pleasures, bliss without end, greater
than ever known, but by use of a drug. Nietzsche is their
inspiration to transcend both beast and man, “rope the
abyss,” become a superman, but he is insane.
To talk this way is reprehensible, but not as glib as the
assumptions about human identity that never question
themselves. Monsanto argues that food shortage is
outdated since there is so much surplus food, the only
166problem being to consume it all. There is supposed to be
so much more food from the green revolution and the
GMO world that it can be given away to the third world,
except for destroying indigenous agriculture. As a new
paradigm this is only outdated by its deception of false
plenty. It is poison food nor REAL, not-food for the not-
man.
Corrupt regimes do not cause the lack, but hyperdrive seed
stock and chemical soil make food null and void. As to
justifying the crimes science commits against animals, a
zero sum logic compares humans to chimps and apes in
labs, saying apes don’t have the brains of a man, therefore
can be consumed, as if life were a competition. But life is a
cooperation. It does not make a man better to dominate
the ape. When this intelligence greater than wisdom
redesigned viruses, genes and atmospheres, the men were
put to death, proving minds most monstrous.
Who can doubt whether tampering with the weather is
justified to save lives, unless all this altruism is a rhetorical
blind to cover the opposite? Either weather alteration
might work or we will all die? Take a chance. Spin the
wheel. Nobody knows if the DNA of every living
organism were rewritten it might save the world! In the
joust of supernatural powers the soul of the mandarin
makes a deal with Faust. Storm surges, hurricanes,
earthquakes, drought, rainfall, tsunamis of Scalar techs are
all species of a giganticism understood as a joke, as if “one
thought it a joke when the head next to him blew off.”
Acts of science become acts of god. Manipulation done to
save the planet from warming, unless it is the cause, using
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global warming to justify even greater manipulations.
Amazingly, in this unknown world the only agency on top
of its game was FEMA, that stored 200 million coffins,
and who knows how many plastic drums, refurbished
WWII camps and generally did a good job finding places
for refugees to be taken. They had swing sets and monkey
bars in the compounds.
If Circe turned men to pigs other myths turned men to
gods. The most germane of these is Dante’s Glaucus, the
transformed Narcissus, who found a place untouched by
civilization, chewed several blades of its grass and became
immortal. To describe passage from the terrestrial paradise
to heaven Dante invented a new word, thought to be the
first occurrence of “transhuman”(Paradiso, I.70). [see
danteworlds].
Just as ordinary language is not sufficient to describe such
things as Dante says, we invent a word from Coleridge to
describe the metamorphoses, Opiomes. Opiomes is an
imitation trasumanar built in an Opium poppy much the
same way that the EU Parliament was designed as an
imitation Tower of Babel. Admittedly it is peculiar to
describe science with poetry or buildings, but the vehicle
serves. Dante, who invented the term
said,“Transhumanizing may not be in words set forth”
(Bergin), and neither can the horror this earth.
Whether it be atmospheres, animals or plants, new
technologies sever from the past by releasing crossed
energies of scale impossible to shield. This principle of
dissociation is manipulated even in personalities who
fragment into multiples when divided, to produce and
168release unprecedented energy. This principle of
dissociative release of energy occurs in the sky, sea, earth
and man.
An image search of Stratospheric Aerosol chemtrails can
contemplate the results of division. Before long you
conclude the existence of wereweather. So if it seems
contradictory that Operation Cloverleaf uses commercial
airlines to spray 200 million tons of aluminum (+
barium,+gna+) each year into the atmosphere as an exotic
weapon, but that the new reflective atmosphere turns
acidic soils alkaline beneath, requiring engineering GMO
seeds such as Monsanto's trait technologies, 246 million
acres (2007) of genetically modified corn and rice to
withstand the chemical onslaught, and the spraying
provokes catastrophic release of methane gas of the Arctic
shelf, skyrocketing levels of asthma, autism, ADD and
Alzheimer’s, and the nano particles easily pass the blood
brain barrier, it’s all done to trasumanar.
Crisscrossed trails of science, singularity, art and literature
reveal a metamorphosis summed up as the creation of a
starchitect, one whose novelty of creation transforms them
into idols of the architecture world. Taking the visual
Guggenheim Bilbao as an example of this belief helps
identify every form. If it makes you say, “oh god,” the
god’s not what you think. Other modifications lie behind
the chemtrails visibility, what transhumanists call their
putative god that chemtrails form and chemtranshumanists
transform.
Different medias, technologies and devices make this
ancient myth to modern known. These seem like
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inebriations, a drugged awareness that stumbles room to
room. Let us call the situation an Opiome, from opium and
Coleridge’s pleasure dome, implying a metaphor of drugs
and architecture that built its heart and mind.
Who else but the life of philosophers background the
colonies spread to the world. Or colonies, practices of
empire? Contemporaries experiment to test obeying orders,
electric shock subjects, Perils of Obedience, doing their
jobs, a word game to find an all-encompassing logical
form of thought behind ordinary language.
People have to cooperate for parallel compartmentalized
societies to exist. The difference between gas chambers
and labs, if inscrutable to bystanders is the same for those
who resist, who resist for no purpose except they do. In the
Americas people are made docile by the bread, opiate and
circus industries, cheap goods, that's what bystanders get
for keeping quiet. Maybe they complain they don't get
enough, that their lives are victimized, "our asymmetrical
and nonreciprocal response to the suffering of the other
(l'autrue), my neighbor, and our infinite responsibility to
and for the other." Death camps are a rhetorical
framework on which to hand over the singular transhuman
future that corporations and governments seek. You would
think in interrogations like Radical Evil Prometheus would
be mentioned.
THE OTHER
170The creative process here is incessant work till it becomes
meaningless, then take a break, then revisit. This repeats
many times. It’s not unlike the process I use in ceramic
sculpture. Working through the laminations which develop
their own techniques, stains, oxides, confected clays,
organic patterns created with prickly pear spines, cholla,
etc. then wrapping them to a form, or finding some figure
therein over the next days, it’s the same in writing, but
longer, decades not days, though here is only about a
specific year and a half specifically touching the general
concerns of another site, Human Botany At the End of
Biologic Civilization (and more underground sites). Never
however making these for production, advancing motifs
seem like they have more space, but there is no idea
mostly of the piece before beginning. Excerpts of Severed
appeared last year at Red Fez, Dream People, Camel
Saloon, Eyeshot, Antipodean SF, Frigg and etc, but mostly
I like to compose live, in danger, on blog where I can
almost hear the cries, or in hundreds of versions that went
up and came down at Scribd. Specifically, Building
Transhuman Immortals arrived about 1 September 2011
after my wife read a collection, ThoughtGoattens, to
which I had made a revised addition of the name
Gilgamesh. She wanted to know what about it, but in
explaining this Severed began. I actually gave a copy of
that first, printed out in booklet, to the interim pastor of our
Reformed church. Scared me to death. Figured he would
want to know.
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To follow the ceramic analogy there is a listening into the
prose which suggests sound changes eventually
conceptualizing some narrative. Other pieces are
composed that way too, but Severed has more of a given
narrative that science provides. AS to why any of these
things were done it can only be said they were there in the
sound and the moments of work when heard and put down
as best as possible. I expect it to be viewed as a version of
the unthinkable from Gilgamesh, Milton, Goya, Yeats, all
resonance and reference layer on layer, subject matter
unsuited for bald words, but wrapped in a hundred vids
like Nick Cave and a thousand celebrations of dark borders
I’m not looking for.? The vid of Red Right Hand is not so
good-addled fueled by fear of YHVH and anger lyrics, part
Milton, part pusher, pimp, soiled industrialist mortician.
People take Cave’s lyric and background it with their
illuminate paranoias here, same images mostly as in
General Gemineye, Bohemian Rap City Shabazz the
Disiciple, levels of pop, rap rock, vid that get a lot of play
outside lit. It’s not a closed affair.
I contemplate difference with the company, but this needs
collaboration so to speak, to bring it off. I don’t like the
fact that the narrator of Severed seems to be a Thought
Bot. It is said you can’t win a war against your own
children. The language seems incendiary under the
thought, which is unthinkable. These are not rational
propositions. It has spun off a fictional treatise on
distortion architecture, starchitectures, Ishtars, all because
of what Gilgamesh says to Ishtar when he defames her.
Would you believe the Akkadian? Pretty sure this is more
172than ever anybody would want to know, AE Maybe this is
a draft, considered so, for by the time you respond who
knows what changes it will have seen in the lit of
decapitations.
I had the misfortune of reading your interview where at the
end you say...well you must know what you said. So I had
something like 10 days to get the window. In order to
protect against unfounded assumptions I am sending this
along to fit in the 30 Dec window. There must be ms. you
have dreaded getting all your life. You want to dignify this
with an aesthetic. Explositions. Gasolines. Do it outside,
preferably in the country. Take some gas and light it. But
save the matches. This is the myth. The science is coming
in Part II-II
Everythig about Road Noatses is unthinkable so its
aesthetic must be data base. What that means is
so...let’s not say, but do. dreamed I was with Oscar in a
reptilarium put him down and he and all the tortoises
cavorted madly around then he disappeared. A man up the
way mentioned that the males would congregate together
in that section, called it the Mowby Effect or Howby?
, would you not want to trade 100 lives in Plano for
thousands in New Orleans, that is, in the event that he
could switch their destinies by the seeding and spraying to
either negate or materialize those same clouds that anyway
they are spraying to magnetize the atmosphere. This by the
way is scientific divination of the weather, approved by the
media personalities in a way they would not approve more
“primitive” kinds. The New Orleans example after the fact
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inclines the debate to vote yes, do it, but all reckonings
after the fact do, divination before the effect is of an
unknown, and who can doubt that it were better left
untouched?
Whether it be atmospheres, plants or animals, new
technologies that oppose each other release crossed
energies of even greater scale(r) energy against which it is
impossible to shield. Indeed that is the principle of
dissociation in manipulated personalities made famous by
MK Ultra, that such disassociation, fragmentation into
multiples produces and releases unprecedented energy
used by controllers for their purposes.
A brief Google image search of Stratospheric Aerosol
chemtrails contemplates the results. Before long you may
conclude the existence of wereweather. So if it seems
contradictory that Operation Cloverleaf uses commercial
airlines to spray 100 million tons of aluminum (+ barium,
++) each year into the atmosphere as a defense against
exotic weapons, but the new reflective atmosphere turns
acidic soils alkaline beneath, requiring engineering GMO
seeds such as Monsanto's trait technologies, 246 million
acres (2007) of genetically modified corn and rice to
withstand the chemical onslaught, and the spraying
provokes catastrophic release of methane gas of the Arctic
shelf, skyrocketing levels of asthma, autism, ADD and
Alzheimer’s, and the nano particles easily pass the blood
brain barrier, it is all done for your benefit citizen, that and
for the benefit of ionospheric heaters making “one, big
global space control grid.” Welcome to Skynet.
174Any effort to think these contradictions through looks like
the crossings of the sky grids after spraying. If any premise
emerges it is that contradiction, crossing, releases energy.
Aluminum particulates in the atmosphere make the energy
weapons work better: “They spray barium powders and let
it photo-ionize from the ultraviolet light of the sun. The
barium makes the aluminum-plasma more particulate
dense.” Chemtrails of aluminum particles, heated by
electromagnetics, produce vertical and horizontal columns
of gas plasma, orbs used as transmitters and receivers,
columnar focal lenses, horizontal drift plasma antennas.
Project Cloverleaf: Chemtrails and their Purpose. Anybody
would expect that accounts of commercial airline spraying
like An Airline Manager's Statement ... 5-22-00 must be
everywhere. This with other first person accounts are here.
Modifications also extend to plate tectonics, ocean
fertilization, cloud seeding, Co2 sequestration and military
weaponry, not that the list is complete. Consciousness
Beyond Chemtrails August 2012
The attitude of *starchitects helps explain these and every
form of genetic modification. But this is not just about
science. Behind these agendas, which chemtrails are to less
visible weaponization, stands a series of attitudes of the
immortalists who anticipate their singularity, but also
behind the immortalists stand issues even more improbable
than weaponization of the atmosphere. These can only be
thought of as a religion, a Genetically Modified religion if
you like, but one that motivates biologists to make a
headless frog to mine its body parts and think it not just
right, or ethical, that all opposition to it bigotry. This
religion reaches into time the way chemtrails reach into
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space and can only be tracked well through the literatures
that have recounted these ideas, thought myth by
academics, ironically since science takes the myth as fact
even while denying the fact basis in literature as myth.
The Human Instrumentality Project may be inspired by the
philosophy developed by Georg Wilhelm Friedrich
Hegel. [56] The title of Episode 4, "The Hedgehog's
Dilemma", is a reference to the Hedgehog's dilemma,
Arthur Schopenhauer's analogy about the challenges of
human intimacy.
“Human Instrumentality Project
Neon Genesis Evangelion and particularly the Human
Instrumentality Project show a strong influence from
Arthur C. Clarke's novel Childhood's End, an influence
Anno acknowledged. [65] Similarities between the works,
such as the larger themes and the declining birth rate after
the Second Impact, were gleaned from this work. [citation
needed]
Evangelion shows influences from the science fiction
author Dr. Paul Linebarger, [65] better known by his
pseudonym, Cordwainer Smith. Linebarger's science
fiction novels revolve around his own concept of the
Instrumentality of Mankind, an all-powerful central
government of humanity. [66] Like Seele, the
Instrumentality of Mankind see themselves "to be shapers
of the true destiny of mankind." [67] Although Anno insisted
that Hokan (⿵?, complementation, completion) be
translated as "Instrumentality" in English, perhaps as a
176way to pay homage to Linebarger, the two authors'
conceptions of "instrumentality" are extremely different.
KS In 1977 I was commissioned to compose a work for
the National Theatre of Tokyo, and I composed 'The
Course of the Years' (Der Jahreslauf)' for gagaku
orchestra and gagaku dances, and during the work on this,
one day the vision came to me that this 'Course of the
Years' could become one scene in a large work and I made
sketches while in a temple in Kyoto of Licht. At that time I
had called 'The Course of the Years' Hikari which in
Japanese means 'Fast Light'.
The sketches that I made are still valid because I
composed what I call now a 'super-formula' , a musical
nucleus in which three formulas are vertically connected.
The 'super-formula' in its original form lasts one minute
and has all the chromatic tempi between 60 and 120, 12
steps of metronomic tempi which are important, and then it
has 3 times 12 pitches. If one analyses all three formulas
vertically, the three formulas have three very different
characters. One I call the Michael formula which is a
descending melody and has mainly descending and
ascending fourths. Second is the Eve formula which
ascends with a break in the middle and then descends and
is predominantly major thirds . The third formula is called
the Lucifer formula; it starts with an ascending major
seventh very aggressively , descending, ascending and
descending again with several tritones (dissonant
intervals).
The next scene which I am composing now is probably the
most demanding musically. It is called Michaelion a
right cheek, nostrils. All these parts of the giant face
begin to move musically as well as visually. The musicians
had to learn the choreography and movements with their
instruments. Just to build that in the sports hall needed
such an effort that a special hall should be built just for
Saturday from Light.
Sunday from Light is not yet composed but I see an
enormous planetarium system with a sun in the centre and
the planets of our solar system. The planets are inhabited,
with traffic between the planets, a traffic of musicians,
singers, dancers and performers. So this would need an
enormous auditorium like an exhibition hall. There is a
new one in Leipzig now which has a glass roof in a semi
circle shape . It's beautiful to see the sky through this glass
roof which is at least 200 yards from left to right and 400
or 500 yards from front to back. There one could perform,
and we intended to perform Wednesday from Light
because the space is big enough to make objects move.
Sunday needs at least such a hall if not larger. So I think
the whole demand on music theatre for the future is
totally different from what the traditional opera houses
(even those built since the war) can provide. Licht is a
very experimental undertaking.
...I have to say that Pop music nowadays is not very
inventive . I have several pop magazines from Germany,
England, America and Scandanavia who are very
interested in my work, but when I see these bands and how
they look with their chains and black dress, they all look
the same. I imagined that they would all look
incomparably different, but their grim look is the same all
over the world now, it's so uniform and I don't like
180uniformity. Then the public become uniformed so to speak,
by these public images or models. Art is based on
invention and incomparable originality and newness.
MB Thinking about this brings to mind Harry Partch and
corporeality. Not just making music but making ritual.
[Originality and newness here imbibe of of Egypt and
Babylon and urantia. Partspace opera of the fall and rise of
man, part twisted on its side the biblical account]
KS. The movement of sound and the speed of sound in
space is very important .In 1954 Gesang der Jünglinge
which is a 5 track composition already has diagonal
movements in a hall from speaker group to speaker group
and also what I call rotations - clockwise or counter-
clockwise.In Kontakte this increased enormously. I found a
new technique to make movements possible. Sirius was a
fantastic step forward with a completely new device
allowing sounds to move sometimes up to a maximum of
20 revolutions per second, so you cannot hear the
revolutions anymore because they are too fast but the
sound is in your body and you don't realise any longer
that there are speakers involved, but the sound is
everywhere and when you move yourself in space, you
change the sound because you move the ears and
through that you have different timbres all the time due
to movements of your head.
The next step was electronic music for Friday from Light
which is for 12 channels, not octophonic but in a true
sense dodecaphonic which means you have 12 points in
space, 12 directions. In front these move up to the
highest point above the stage like a pyramid, from rear
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left to front ,going up and coming down to rear right, and
between these 12 channels, all sorts of sound movements
have been composed. This is quite fantastic but one
cannot hear it if one is not in such a hall equipped.
[dodecahedron, because it is viz, the tree of life aurally
translated] Frater Achad
In Octophony I have created timbres with small melodic
loops which are produced electronically in a computer and
then sped up with enormous speeds, let's say you have a
melodic figure (already rhythmatised) which lasts 2
seconds, and then I speed it up to such a degree that there
is a regular pitch, a sustained pitch of let's say a 1000
periods per second, so I would have to speed it up 2000
times to hear a timbre, and the timbre is the result of that
particular micro composition. This is my aim, like in
nature, to compose timbres like in atomic physics. I started
this already in 1952/3 with the concept that in the end we
can compose new timbres, very characteristic timbres and
their variations by composing micro waves, the micro
structure of vibrations. This is naturally a totally new
aspect of composition and music. The layman and indeed
traditional musician has no idea about this, also my
composer colleagues have no idea, maybe two or three at
IRCAM have practical experience with this method but
that's all. This is something that will develop in the next
century. You see, the devices are not here, the
conservatories still think the violin or flute is the end of
musical vocabulary, but we know now this is not so.
Compared to atomic physics and new discoveries in
astronomy, musical progression is enormously slow in
developing.
182Each day from Licht has associated colours, symbols,
plants and animals etc.
Monday - Eve day - opal & silver - light green - the day of
birth,
Tuesday - Day of dispute - war - red - conflict,
Wednesday - Conference/collaboration day - bright
yellow,
Thursday - Michael day - light blue - purple - the day of
life and learning,
Friday - Eves temptation by Lucifer - orange,
Saturday - Lucifer day - Black - Day of Death and
resurrection,
Sunday - mystical union of Eve and Michael - gold.
Whether we feel that this music actually puts us in touch
with the cosmos or not, this new way of perceiving opera,
or more accurately, creative art-full expression, must
surely move the spirit of any receptive musical mind.
KS. Whenever we hear sound we are changed, we are no
longer the same, and this is even more the case when we
hear organised sound - music.
New - means change the method - new methods change
the experience - new experiences change man.
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From For a great biographical essay (followed by an
interesting interview), go to:
http://www.stockhausen.org/licht_by_malcolm_ball.html
Sotckhausen.org, Stockhausen’s texts
http://www.stockhausen.org/stockhausen_texts.html
search:
stockhausen scalar yakusa manga: of the four manga lays
bare the obvious, the loss of mother, sense of unworthiness
Eve, Michael and Lucifer, not a word for the Father, the
Son and the Holy Ghost or Adam.
Logics of tensor strain in co-Tangent bundles over a
general Manifold
for Musculpt by VirFut Q-Pro http://anthrosites.com/m-
value/T5M.html
The foreground of this for this time, where the intellectual
cousins were busy convincing the world that there could be
no validity to ancient literature of the Bible, that the Flood
was a figment and Jesus could not have risen from the
dead, this occurred at the same time Transhumanists were
planning to create a race of DNA hybrids. While Noah was
denied on the second floor, on the third they were taking
DMT to contact the nephilim. Scientific demythology said
such myth existed only in the Old Testament, but a
complete reversal occurred in about a hundred years.
Dr.Schwartz, the neighbor across the hall from the
academe who said David could not have written the
Psalms, was plotting to reincarnate the ghost of Aleister
Crowley. Through robotic technology and DNA
substitution they were going to bring fallen angels back to
184life with the corrupted human race before the Flood,
together with any discarnate entity they could get; wooly
mammoth, any life form for which they had DNA was to
be raised. Museums and morgues raided for the hair and
bone of giants and mummies would fuel the bringing up
King Tut and Ramses, but not King David. He would have
to come with another.
These scientific reversals of field showed in literature and
philosophy as much as in science. Traditional literature,
thought to have its authorship as Moses, Homer, David,
Lao Tzu, Chuang Tzu, was turned upside down in the
nineteenth century so that its traditional authors were
assassinated by desk scholars. It was like the existential
threat that Nick Bostrom (Future of Humanity Institute,
2011) loves to cite. It was claimed they never existed, and
if they did didn't write those things. Textual science
replaced the author with editors. At the Eichmann trial
Hannah Arendt called the Nazi enforcer-functionaries desk
murderers. So lit was murdered and made over into an
editor's delight, denying traditional authorship, but more,
way more astonishing ideas came into vogue.
History repeats itself. If the flood of Noah became the
focal point of this new religion, the line from John Donne,
"new philosophy calls all in doubt," showed how it
happened. What Copernicus and Galileo did in
deconstructing the earth as the center, New Science did in
reverse by reconstructing H+ as the center again. Human
2.0, 3.0, 4.0....
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Tentacles spread from the defense department's DARPA,
the think tank physicist JASONs, think tanks RAND,
Brookings in the US and hundreds of other globals that
competed for strategic advantage to build the world brain
hyperlink to super soldiers. The only rival was other
laboratories that sought to mate human and animal and
join enhanced senses to the super soldier, who could smell
like a dog and see like an bird. Another enhancement was
to Cryptozoologically clone whatever DNA's of the past
could be thought useful, joining present monsters with
those of the past with cryptoembryology. This of course
was done with great sincerity under cover of reviving and
preserving present endangered species, which hardly needs
mention to tracks covered according to their kind,
plausible deniability.
If common people lacked participation, flash mobs enabled
by Smart Phones gathered them for theater, who soon
turned to burning down London. This was the celebrated
wisdom of crowds. They networked against what they
thought unjust society, legislating rights for the lawless,
scapegoating their parents and teachers for not doing what
they should have done themselves, that is, preventive
maintenance on their lives. While it can be said many
ways, techno anarchists found sympathy for themselves:
"hemmed in by a universe of intensely stupid people.
Above me are alienated career political whores and
cabbage patch corporates who’d rather see me recycled as
fertilizer since I won’t ever buy their shit nor work for
them. Around me I see apathetic consumers and worker
drones who live life thinking the next best thing is being a
pensioner. Below me are teeming masses of undereducated
and genetically challenged morons who never had the
186opportunity to adequately blossom their mind." (Comment
#2, Caught in the Middle) here
Dilated social H+ robotic courtesies were degrading to the
life of "consumer employees" for which the ordinary
human seemed socially hardwired, a complaint that "we
don’t know each other, we don’t know the queer person,
the straight person, the white person, black person, Latino
person, disabled person, older person, religious person,
atheist person." You would think technoanarchists never
heard of Willy Loman or the Man in the Grey Flannel Suit
or a hundred other plays and novels detailing the social
malaise. The cure for this ontological imperialism, love,
love for the checker, love for the immigrant, love for the
human in the recognition, "there go I," love for the other,
d'Autrui (Levinas), the life of the other thus extending the
same hope and sympathy to another that one would like to
receive, eluded them. The problem was that transhumans
despised ordinary humanity and saw it as fit only for
extermination in a system that made human beings as
human superfluous, exactly as in Auschwitz, to eliminate
any trace of human spontaneity, unpredictability, plurality
and individuality (Bernstein, Radical Evil, 232). Kurzweil
Quaddafi, Nazi perfectionist, when I read your H+
schemes, it makes me love the human and see myself as
one with great gratitude, to be so imperfectly perfect.
The more communicative H+ of Doctrine Zero held neo-
gnosticly that "you have lived your entire life in the
darkened basement of reality...based upon the idea that one
could, in principle, remove the various perceptual filters
imposed by our brains and societies, and perceive a much
wider arena of Reality than that previously thought to
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exist." Perceptual filters being the defense mechanism
against intrusion of such irreal knowledge of the ET
grasshopper that Terence McKenna achieved on DMT,
when he found him as his demon, if it feels bad that insects
can see the UV spectrum and you can't, that the visible is
defined by the human, then possibly, to understand these
scientists beating a straight line toward psychedelics and
gene therapy, but not to belabor the DZ's, who are all too
young to know, when they to have patience to grow old
their understanding will so increase they will see so into
the electro-magnetic spectrum to know the height, breadth
and depth of being, way beyond what they ever will with
DMT. Unbelievable! "Why didn't you tell me?" they ask.
So while the human was demoed as inferior, all along the
old knew you could live in the daylight and end up in the
light. They also knew that to return to the cave and tell all
was to re enter the dark, and to the light, light matters.
Anyway, who would believe?
Blessed be the Lord for evermore, Amen and Amen.
Gnaztics suspect the Body because it dies. Kurzweil
gnostics are the transhuman counterpart. Gnaztics will
accept bionic parts, artificial intelligence, genetic implants,
crypto embryonic grafts, gene selection in unborn children,
clones of themselves, anything at all to preserve their
consciousness. Gnaztics like demons prefer to be cast into
a herd of pigs than have no body at all.
Deceive the Fact
A true aesthetic of liberation seeks the original, not copies
of itself, service to others in whatever form not corporate,
the making human in all suffering. 1) The first values
188held by the child without our bidding, often compassion
and protection for the weak, which might take the form of
not wanting to kill, or the desire to know who and what a
person is merely by close observation. These are weeded
out by peers, games, programming and the desire to
succeed in the Corp. 2) The second is all the pathways that
map the brain's walk. Deeper ones transfer to their like.
Fifty years of composition in words transfers to clay. The
more pathways connected the better. Honesty makes true
connection and there is much to be said about walking the
paths. My aunt did the Times crossword in her 80s every
day. 3) The third is the light that shines on these paths by
choices of integrity and austerity, in other words,
character. Paths are lit or darkened by choices. Someone
quits drinking in his twenties against all his past
associations, disappointing peers who love Irish whiskey
and Guinness. Someone begins reading the Bible before
going to sleep every night. The point is that these become
marks of character that light the paths. Marks of character
become so innate as to be beyond expression, such as
Christians resting in the provision of Jahve, waiting. At the
outset it's going to be important for the person to recontact
their values as a child and affirm them.
The shadow replacement of all this is magical
thinking, deceiving the fact, which is the sole purpose of
the elite. Why isn't it possible to deceive the elect?
Because they accept their own death, by very nature. The
fact is they shall grow as a tender plant, a root out of dry
ground with no form or comliness having no beauty to be
desired, as is said of Messiah by Isaiah. It was always so
that they were marred in recognition so that we could
hardly tell we were human. In other words those selected
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for elite grooming have no chance at the agony that can
produce the origin of their own execution. If that sounds
mutilated, it is.
The process of election is beyond understanding. When
you are young and ruled by the derivative intellects of your
teachers and are taught to find value and beauty even in the
self affirming works that affirm themselves as shims,
shibboleths of the world, assigned to maintain dominance,
Mozart in Thetford, the automaton wives of Stepford,
replaced by robots, then the best and brightest are selected
out of the masses by various tests. Graduates of the highest
go to the highest bidder, those buyer and sellers of souls
who run the world, meaning the corporations. These are all
networked with one another so that it is possible to say this
world has structure, just not to know exactly how it
operates. Those at its heads glad hand the rest with patter
designed to make and remake the good over into what they
say it is. The masses are taught what to believe. Those who
escape this indoctrination can be allowed since they will
be neutralized and powerless. Still whoever stands against
Babylon, we resort to metaphor to describe it, makes
corporations defensive. To be dismissed by them as
erroneous and irrelevant is the best to be hoped. A certain
reverence is demanded of their sanctions. They are all cut
throat while they tell you about their compassion. To save
this from being an entirely negative picture, the
corporations have not yet wrangled a way to control the
tides or volcanoes, even if earthquakes and rainfall have
fallen prey. Corporations have their own prophets, 400 to
one, it goes without saying. They are lying spirits though.
Corporate sponsors tell you to think for yourself while they
tell you what to think. They howl out their lights to
190children to emulate Steve Jobs, Buffet, Gates, no more
vacant or corrupt beings cut off from the womb that gave
them birth. Cannot name one herb, plant or tree, but catch
snakes with a hook, the Mojave rattler, Coach Whip, King
snake and let them loose at the neighbors. These cops have
digital children who go to digital college and let loose
more creatures of foul intent upon the world.Those who
climb to the top of this heap are selected for the prizes,
publications and positions, and they publish much of merit
to that heap. Galway Kinnell, James Tate, you can name.
Automatons. The others are selected for prisons.
"Take heed that no one deceives you" really means let no
one deceive himself. - If anyone among you seems wise, let
him be a fool. The doctrine of idols is all power signs and
wonders, and with all deception among those who did not
receive a love of the truth...who for this reason were sent
strong delusion, that they should believe the lie. This is
Irenaeus' Lesson of Baal to power.
"There will come a time scientific idealists, joined by the
Vatican, will say a rescue of civilization from space is
imminent. To realize the hopes of Europe, the good of
mankind, division will subsume into those who accept the
alien and those who don't. Religion and science will go
back and forth. Governments in the lead, the Vatican
prepping madly for the event, amid dark hints of lost inner
life and existential risk, indisputable archeological,
astronomical, scientific evidence will prove the exonauts
have been here all along. Orson Scott Card calls them
Buggers, so perhaps we should defer. Stephen Hawking
worries about it. His fear takes the older form that in spite
of the good of mankind aliens will raid us for our goods,
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that outer space capitalists are like the Spanish and the
English, will plunder earth the way Europe pillaged South
America. Hawking fears big ships from depleted solar
systems will steal our gold, not our gonads, billions of
which nonetheless have been spent over years. Even if
Hawking's ancestors were not felled like Indians by
smallpox, and even if the most famous living scientific star
fears Contact, Hawking accepts the probable alien premise.
He just thinks they are unreconstructed social democrats!
That’s bad. To adopt a benign view of the Bugger,
biologists revised their view of survival of the fittest. Now
they say Darwin never meant survival to sound like a zero
sum game, that social cooperation was always the pattern
of prehistoric man. It is as unthinkable to science that
aliens do not exist as it is that the Lord of Heaven and
Earth does. Be ready therefore for this undocumented
messiah. Papers are being prepared by the Vatican. The
existence and goodness of these exogenous saviors is the
purpose of such industry."
"Gloria enim Dei vivens homo." "For the glory of God is a
living man; and the life of man consists in beholding
God.""
For the glory of God is a living man; and the life of man
consists in beholding God." Therefore the Son of the
Father declares [Him] from the beginning, inasmuch as He
was with the Father from the beginning, who did also show
to the human race prophetic visions, and diversities of
gifts, and His own ministrations, and the glory of the
Father, in regular order and connection, at the fitting time
for the benefit [of mankind]. For where there is a regular
succession, there is also fixedness; and where fixedness,
192there suitability to the period; and where suitability, there
also utility. And for this reason did the Word become the
dispenser of the paternal grace for the benefit of men, for
whom He made such great dispensations, revealing God
indeed to men, but presenting man to God, and preserving
at the same time the invisibility of the Father, lest man
should at any time become a despiser of God, and that he
should always possess something towards which he might
advance; but, on the other hand, revealing God to men
through many dispensations, lest man, falling away from
God altogether, should cease to exist. For the glory of God
is a living man; and the life of man consists in beholding
God. For if the manifestation of God which is made by
means of the creation, affords life to all living in the earth,
much more does that revelation of the Father which comes
through the Word, give life to those who see God.
The act of composition in the fall of the unconscious
The act of composition is agony because it confronts the
universe. You can’t say you don’t know it could be
true. DO you deny existence to everything you don’t
know? Painters and sculptors are most prominent in
the swirl, then musicians, writers, then government,
history, religion. Simultaneously slice the pie, mission
furniture, English miracle plays, Goya, Rome, Babylon.
When I saythe act of composition is agony because it
confronts the universe, it seeks to disprove somehow
one incremental step at a time over a life that
culminates in the paintings of the Deaf man house of
Goya, or Alexanders VII’s tomb (Bernini) or the
Opening of the Fifth Seal (El Greco). It is not the
universe per se, but to confront the created universe of
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humanity, disprove that system of regulations,
protocols, expectations that each age is disproven by
the next, which rears its own expectations of time,
space, meaning, association, even to the destruction of
memory, for it is shot with lies and exaggerations.
Science acts this way exactly. To pretend to tell the
truth against this simultaneity from the beginning of
human memory, to tear it down, to disprove it is the
cause of all the writers before and after Jonah.
There is no time in the unconscious. Every memory and
act known and unknown is present. All the good and evil
human construct is there. Good is relative. Are the planets
there? Only if they are part of the human construct, so yes
they are. We of course understand that none of this means
empirically there. None of it is really there. The
unconscious is a construct, but it’s big, includes everything
human. Unfortunately for Eliade, Freud, Campbell and
Jung the unconscious does not include Yahweh and Jesus
who are empirical (veracious). Glory above the heavens!
It however follows that if there is an intuitive that is
dishonest there is also an empirical that is dishonest. The
heavens were hijacked to make star worship. Astrology
and Yeats you know, Babylon and mystery. All this
construct of the image of the universe, Maimonides said
well enough, is idolatry of the sun, its chief deity, the
heavens in this opinion being god. Ezekiel ends the horrors
of evil revealed to him in Chapter 8 with the worst, “five
and twenty men, with their backs toward the temple of
Yahweh, and their faces toward the east as they
worshipped the sun.” These Sabeans and their posterities
held the stars and the heavens as gods. So it follows from
this that the unconscious is a human construct, not at all
194organic, but artificial, built of every thought and is inimical
to human existence. All theories of correspondence flow
from this, but Abraham was the first who opposed star
theories and their temples of Intellectual Images, read
asheroth, pillars. Abraham refuses the cosmos the way
Daniel refuses Babylon, will not eat its sweet, but takes
water and pulse. This simplicity is the principal object of
the Law, to blot out these opinions from man’s heart and
make the existence of idolatry impossible (Guide of the
Perplexed, III, xxix).
Optical Lattice pop tart, Pop Tales of the Fairy Mind,
Fairy Tales of Pop Mind John Perkins: I've spent ten
years myself as an executive management advisor to
the World Bank and the United Nations.. to introduce
the concepts of shapeshifting and tribal wisdom
into the highest levels of executive thinking.
Beriatic "dragon" bariatric
(Gen. 1, 2I). 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 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).
Rooster
It's still my watch. I have one red t shirt left, get it and
go out the gate. He is still where he was scuttled aside,
but beautiful in death, eyes closed, claws closed
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 is not a probability, but a certainty
caused by prayer, not based on selecting cases of success
to prove the point, seems like it would require proving that
prayer changes the probability of events. Would such a
successful experiment convince a skeptic that prayer is real
and it works, that prayer is a much larger thing than
probability? Maybe the most interesting thing is how the
memory changes, not just in remembering the times or
results but even the actual events.
Popism is the most sacrosceant of modern beliefs. it
justifies all consumption, sex, influence from
billionarires on their air flights with 12 year old girls
and expresidents to the legermain of dope, good dope
for all people. So if it is said that pop is eating pop it
must mean in some sense not cannibelism but a way of
life whose purpose is to empower and enrich the
producers. If I write here a crtique ofj pop is is no
small thing, for pop traces itslf back to Cobri and Israel
copulating before Baal Peor. That is pops spiritual side.
It smaterial is empire, babylon, rome britain, the states,
the gold manof nebuchadezzar. We are might small
compared to it.
The new sponge bob brain is recepitve to suc things.
Colony of Pastorius
You will be wanting an explanation for the provocation of
these events in words but how can that be? The ass was a
lion, the ass was a bear, the ass was anything but itself
198among the horde of wolves. Crows have a murder, wolves
have a horde. Fire pigs stripped like tigers burned bright.
RPGs came out of their mouths, feedlot breath so
sulphurous it set the roofs of houses on fire. Hot foam
from their nostrils dowsed the flames. The ass revolt
compared with cows with bear feet and dragon tails. You
think it bad until you hear about the dogs, one eyed three
legged lengths of Cadmus and Actaeon and Geryon, the
Cephalus dog biting, and the foxes who broke into banks
and chicken coops, raided S&L safes, ate fried customer
accounts. Myth? I say nothing of the cats that infest house
and barn, the well-to-do wonder cock that charged the
sheep, incandescent blue, gold, scaled with sun in the yard
when it took wing. These eclogues were burning Virgil all
over again. Check the progress in the sycamore. Rotting
twenty feet up carpenter bees, big black buzzers in the
cracks of hallowed stumps, and burrows big as a
mausoleum. You might imagine hundreds, thousands in air
and on ground, which is a comfort of which you should be
warned. Authorities of this world had either escaped or
died. Monster bands wandered the commons. We do well
to wander. Cocks, asses, pigs changed shape with the
sheep. Some turned black as you recall, but thousands
made owls over with iron feathers. Flies en mass did frogs
some good. It was beautiful if you like the sort. I tell you
I'm waiting for scorpions, caterpillars, ants to turn peacock.
There are no names left for the human, samurai behind the
back, elbow in a chair, knee to the left, shoulders right,
entities of Mind across the stars. It's not about arriving at
the state from which one fled, horns in the middle of
heads. A stranger can see salvation in one ounce packs, the
same for those on the bottom as on top. The ass was a cow
and the cow was a bear, the cow was a lion, the cow was
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anything but itself, but nothing compared to the hog
hordes. Rebellious ass-long years turned up their horns
from the middle of that decade and blew, which did not
exactly give heart either.
I had planned to tell these crimes accompanied with
rushing thoughts, thunderstorms, wind, the noise of the
highway. Every apocalypse is accustomed to such
thoughts. Best advice, go quietly. Which is possible to
deny. Better to hear and know and not understand than to
hear and understand. The upstart can't hear the noise of its
own approach. Hero though you may be or somebody
maintains, this was already the best of all possible worlds.
Unconscious in those veins to survive about sea and land.
Gravity is my muse. It sums the fish in tanks. I think I am
angry about it. Giants are not the prophets they once
believed. Among the race at war in the abyss, love not the
world, government theologues prophesy extinction,
denuded planets, supernatural intercourse, corruptions.
Adobe walls and housetop worlds of badger, tortoise,
yarrow, blood moons and airy creatures of earth superior
to this, were traded to the Red Rock Giants.
One thing the ice giants of Abenaki had going was the
noise of the highway. That is to say, don't wait it out in
Weimar or hide under Dresden in the roar. Things could
get worse. Vapor of rockets, chemtrails of the sky flee the
field.
There came a stretch when the stone cats envisaged faery
heads upon us. Black and white paintings of tunnels and
roads fit a landscape undermined with coal, lined where
200we lived along hillsides. If you have a sense of humor
that's where I washed the letters off of tombstones. Those
who know the future by staying in the lines don't balance
on the rails, shoot out insulators, walk the tracks with a
gun. "Sink a shaft far from the inhabited surface, go down
swinging to and fro, hanging by rope." Are there eyes at
the bottom of the sea, supposing I descend? I cast molds
into the bath. Endless stairs where the future swims.
Whose name is this, this name and this? We colonists
were of different minds 1) whether to acknowledge the
collective at all, or think we were autonomous, that our
minds were our own, which you can see is a psychology
filling in the entrance, a thin layer of hard earth on top with
loose soil further down. Stone letters written below shale
in these creeks, factories held on by wax, leaves blown
into letters on the street, sea pictures in sand so obvious,
forest fires burning trees into sentences: "You have seen
many things, but pay no attention; your ears are open, but
you hear nothing." Reverse bark edges, needle grass.
Colonists would convert the darkness, comfort annihilation
with every effort to domesticate freedom. The more we
have, the less we understand. To have a thing but not
know it, do a thing but not do it, Claus von Münchow built
a time portal in Afghanistan and in The Twin Kingdoms of
the Euphrates, Three Kingdom agents said they could
mutate fifteen dimensions. Proponents hid their mad intent
under a show of balance. Münchow wanted the patent for
world gridlines to time tunnel hyperspace. Guten noir.
Just because this goes on does not mean we know it.
Something was placed between. You going to kick and
scream to hear these triplings are broadcast waves. Masses
ruled with collective control from 1927. World
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population tripppled to 8 billion. Buildings exteriorized
exactly at the moment this paragraph was written.
Zivilization. Further discension, genetic tinkerers in the
Colonies, Pleiadian or not, engineered a protohuman state,
Ur fell by nature and exteriorized in a man on a life raft
who sent verse into the sea. Don't pretend the middle is
between these two. The middle is the collective mind
battle, great against small, all against one who questions
the mouse, or human against cosmos.
1) They did not acknowledge the collective,
2) They thought they were autonomous,
3) that their minds were our own.
Such exaggerations upset freedom and information.
Of course flesh is not stone, not dug with steam shovels
and picks but dessicated, shrunk, contracted to reveal
hidden springs when all that mass is taken, hidden springs,
tree roots and strata, so it's hard to think itself unique to
make a resonant chamber, the soul, each day carry down to
the sea a little bucket of sand and bring back another of
water up the shore, mold castles and shapes of the moon, if
such a thing has shape. Each day without end change tack,
little bucket down or experience digs out a little more
solid, shaping, to imagine in a hundred years accelerated,
destined, predestined times and persons, internal
resonating in a chamber. Located nowhere at all, there
exists a resonant cavity and the outward chamber of the
mouth, it is the soul, none other, inside the throat, those
caves and nasal beauties above, upper chamber where
beauty lives and all sounds, vowels, stops take seat in
production of the soul and echo relation, ventriloquism by
202pseudonym, not of a puppet master, though we should
consider it, but a speaking through the present of the past,
Rosenroth through Jung about alchemy, always change,
remolting feathers, remolding images, words themselves,
Jung's dreams are tarot readings abstracted. a Marvel
Comics abstracted from tarot, same images, acts. His
daimon is a possession the same as out of Shinto and
Lowell. Jung's love of alchemy, I Ching prove him a tool, a
medium for the daimon, but it is not particular to him, this
collective voice that gives the one utterance. Jung's
unconscious is a series of tarot cartoons set alongside
similar omens in national religions, a compendium of the
counterfeit. His dissertation is a study of divinations.
But Freud with Jung wants to be a god. There are gods all
over his rooms just like the trailer homes and prefab
houses of witches on the heights of Jerome has toads and
frogs, gargoyle pots all over their darkened rooms. The
decor speaks marvels just opposite the Shaker room,
whitewashed adobe Spanish mission with those maple legs
and unadorned tops. These internal rooms need to be
cleaned, spare as the ark of the covenant, just the tablets.
What is said of Freud's room is said of all cabala, trying to
invoke godhood of Freud with its own magic of geometry:
"Is the hidden cauldron not an enticement and a seduction
to its investigator? Or, to say it even more terribly: it may
be that the quarry is all the time in the pursuer" (Cynthia
Ozick on G. Scholem). "hundreds of strange little
gods...crowd of stone godlets...mobs and bevies...Freud
wished to become a god...what the Sabbath and its
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emanations sought to surpress Frued meant to reveal,
everything barbarous and dreadful and veiled and terror-
bearing: the very tooth and claw...curiously named
assistants or doubles of Satan, so Freud peopled the
unconscious with the devils of Id, Ego and Superego,
potent dancing ghosts who cavort unrecorded in our
anatomies while we pretend they are not there.. the student
of the dream life--that subterranean grotto all drowned
and darkling, torn with the fury of anguish and lust (From
a Refugee's Notebook, 63-4)
Marie-Louise von Franz recounts in Psyche and Matter
(1988) that toward the end of his life:
“Jung suggested investigating cases where it could be
supposed that the archetypal layer of the unconscious is
constellated*—following a serious accident, for instance,
or in the midst of a conflict or divorce situation—by
having people engage in a divinatory procedure: throwing
the I Ching, laying the Tarot cards, consulting the Mexican
divination calendar, having a transit horoscope or a
geomantic reading done. If Jung’s hypothesis is accurate,
the results of all these procedures should converge (Mary
Greer Word Press)
Jung’s doctoral dissertation explored the occult. In 1902,
Jung published his dissertation “On the Psychology and
Pathology of So-Called Occult Phenomena,” while
working at the Burghölzli Psychiatric Clinic under Eugen
Bleuler (who coined the term schizophrenia.)
I don't know whether the statement the archetypes are a
fraud has lost its power because there is no longer any
fraud or because the chimeras of which they consist are
204now excepted. To say a chimera is not natural is no longer
an argument of power. The intellectual culture permits and
encourages the demonic when recast in psychological
terms. Has anyone accused Jung of faking the dreams in
Red Book to fleece the world? Making them up to prove his
point? That kind of myth debunk is shouted down. Instead
Jung must have had a psychic psychotic episode. His giant
underground penis, the encounter of the individual with
his own daimon:
"When Carl Gustav Jung was between three and four he
had a dream which remained with him throughout his life.
The vicarage in which the family lived stood near the
Laufen castle, and there was a large meadow stretching
back from the vicarage's farm. The child found himself in
the meadow where he found a rectangular, stone-lined
hole in the ground. Having never seen it before, he
curiously peered down into it. There was a stairway
leading down by which he hesitantly and fearfully
descended. At the bottom was a doorway having a rounded
arch and closed by a green curtain. It was a big, heavy
curtain of worked stuff like brocade, and it looked very
sumptuous. Curious to see what was behind it he pulled the
curtain aside. He saw before him a dimly lit rectangular
chamber about thirty feet long. The ceiling was arched of
hewn stone. The floor was composed of flagstones with a
central red carpet running from the entrance to a low
platform on which stood a wonderfully rich golden throne.
He was not certain but perhaps a red cushion was on the
seat. It was a rich throne, like a king's throne in a fairy
tale. Something was standing on it which he thought was a
tree trunk about twelve to fifteen feet high and one and a
half to two feet thick. It was a huge thing reaching almost
205
to the ceiling. But it was made of a curious composition: it
was made of skin and naked flesh, and on top there was
something like a rounded head with no face and no hair.
On the very top of the head was a single eye, gazing
motionlessly upward." here
What Jung would do with Napolean's penis. "Is the story
about Napoleon’s penis true? Did Maggs really sell it?"
Interview with Ed Maggs
Dreams correct lopsided consciousness, ie give their
opposites to correct.
I'm saying that all quasi myth from Babylon, Rome, before
is a counterfeit, a fraud, a chimera of true and false. You
should ask, well if so then what is true, but you won't, since
the myth view of symbolic man is unquestioned. It must be
destroyed.
[Facetious quote: See Jung's interpretation of a fireman
sliding down his pole, back to the seminal vesicles. Of
course Jung's fireman shinnying down the pole is one of
the first instances of tantric sex in psychological literature,
ie suppression of seminal fluid produces consciousness
according to this school.]
Messiah, the last and first philosopher to deduce language
by the breath of his Mouth, whole worlds made solid, earth
of beings, latent, excavated in quarries, water at the
bottom, strata showing marble, dirt, stones, and underneath
caves network echoes of a hundred places, voices. So what
was solid became hollow, empty, vacuous...and what, not
over at the finish. Then we begin. Aftermath all. Prove this
last, the fathers and mothers, personal effects strip mined
206like watersheds, colleges closed for experimental drugs,
freeway uprooted, coal, steel reputations by those
surrendered, Will Shakespeare unmoves mountains carried
to the sea, Collar and Artillery refute with Maimonides the
stars, an underground fairly called colonist, berm burrows
a kind of sleep. Badger day labors, Mouse, Rat, day sleep
burrow below trees in rock-veined cairns, reality of
hunger, laying low, so says "poor silly Mole, that thou
should'st love to be, / Where thou, nor Sun, nor Moon, nor
Stars can see." He takes a chair under the garden oak
where women bathe in afternoon. Smoother than
basketballs below the hill, fulfilling opposites a thousand
generations. The great delusion over books and
civilizations having no purpose, both sides prevent the
revelation, one to cause it, the other to find solution,
disconnect, to make a word, not yet clear. Opposites form
the new creature. Not the way it was, but is. Clay says to
the center, spirit not of the world put in? I was a poet
myself on this planet. The first time I slept naked in that
dulce seaport of breads and parrots, cockroaches, harbors
and violence, I spoke behind a pulpit, addressed suffering
to a dozen infirm saved. Affliction had brought me from
the colony of Pastorius.
Form of the Formless
I was hunting fish with gold fins at the base of Irazú, the
closest I came to my dream to catch tropical fish in the
Amazon, unless I count myself the fish who took the hook
and was caught, Jonah who turned the light off and
watched his pupils dilate. Among people all different I left
without the help of God. But even in the sea, darkness
dawns. I went natural, was spit back up, so dark in the fish
207
I was made what fled from me as much as I did seek. The
colors in those pools mudslip and turn. Fish, butterflies,
flowers could have been stars. But clay does not ask, why
have you made me? Vision-followed alternates of lives go
to the Amazon or Grand Canyon. “The great flood-gates of
the wonder-world swung.” I‘d been in Chile for Allende’s
deposition as much as in Dr. King’s south in ’68, but don’t
chose the tale. It’s dangerous to write of the living. My
return was regurgitation, gone within hours of receiving
the news. I was now oldest, given a hand in the
swallowing. During the six hour layover on the first leg of
return, guided through the outskirts of sheol with a taxi
tour of the zone and the locks in the dead of night, the
LORD commanded the fish, and it vomited Jonah onto dry
land. That’s how it feels to be born of the spirit. Wind is
greater than water.
So what is being born, kite flying, flute playing? I want to
resolve it with a joke, respond without end to affirming
and denying the way wind blows through the apertures of
the garden. What is a horse? Our sons tell us. It is
different from what we said is a horse. They point that out.
Affirming and denying is horsing around, "separation led
to completion, then dissolution.” We gave up devotion to
our own views to adopt the "ordinary" use of things. The
ordinary is so arcane it can't be found. Immortality,
sageness, superior men idiots. We give everything for the
commonplace.
Come clear, palimpsest over writing. Over top ancient
texts the lists remove, write precepts to scrape off and see
beneath, tell, retell the telling. Visions of a head, a tree,
flower stems, a man pointing, flies a world without time.
208Pure praise can do, somehow sparing the bones that
washed ashore. Mules talk, the ape becomes a man. The
dog speaks, mouse sings in front of giant forms to hide,
reveal a nature too close to approach. We want to show the
beast for what it is while people ask, what are you saying,
as if one escaped shadows, got to light and turned. The
hymn.
Number gives body in doctrines of the past, Plotinus
spinning, being reborn. Pythagoras writing to Orpheus at
dawn all smooth and one. Not an animal bereaved, or a
plant accumulating sulk. Baubo, Bilbo. So many Bilbos,
layerings of lives unconscious till we name, but named are
still not there. Everything built on everything else. No act
an integer in itself, many tosses, all related down.
That is its illusion, it changes as it stays the same. No
inoculation, but long emerging beauty, rhythm and image,
emotion easily overcomes. We measure the rapids of anger
and whirlpools in principle, what happens when people
learn what changes them? The touch ignites a change.
The word is a coat you wear over inner being to nurture
and protect not only warmth, but confidence you give
away, transfer by the will to extend. You've been praying
all these years to extend the word written in earth's center?
Your words come back upon you to establish the word. We
combat this cloud flying mountain fish changed to a bird,
transport to heaven, Ocean look inside, it's a bird, plant,
man. Yarrow breeze horses quiver the field. It's a tortoise!
Cedar branches shot from hands and stump.
Wind among first element suspects. Wind like water but
the matter of their content. Wind is greater than water! The
209
argument, "be not great to not support great wings. You
see it in the old man tree, cracked skin, stout limb. How
does a sapling get that, ones whose interest is unsaid, the
surface of lives we don't know when, but think we are
doing something else and for different reasons too? It’s not
pretty to admit.
Of the formless that wants to be, what do I have to do to
get? the thing changes of its own without me, with me, I
mean to say, but saying is always shape. So clay thought,
“I am no wheel, no potter.” What do you call includes all
utterance? Simple declaration of name. Name the thing we
wake. So let the potter show the shape, whirling cause to
happen, accidents, contradiction.
Was it hunger under the blocks of night or star shine that
bore summer?
Would I swelter in romance maroon or the eagle of bone?
Two sorts of knowledge of constitution follow. Prison
terms get further and further apart, until reborn like
trinkets every trip to the store. Skid marks are printed on
cartons, pressed before cut from their bindings, equal parts
great and small, and the rest thrown to mix in earth with
finite seeds of the Yucatan. Oh he wrote a book on sale in
Athens for a drachma at the end of the fifth century. No
lack of incarnates if you could see behind the Navel of all
Rooting, genital organ of seed and creation. Emperor
Julian of Rome maintained he was Alexander the Glass.
How cool is that.
Herds change form, air clashing, sea spewing, sun hurled
ether when the Emperor annulled without telling, as if any
210boy could just live and bear it, overturn the system of
death and rebirth. Judge, take consequence of life before
life, different from life before death. The alibis they give,
denials, excuses amount to what they know. Honesty
written above the gates. So here comes the man who
loosed the billions from death and rebirth, from
themselves, from sin, from the grave. Eloah.
Under Archuletta
All of this controversy symbolizes that war of the
conscious against the unconscious mind, also subjects of
Diversion, with constructs of many truths and falsehoods.
[Please read that sentence again. It goes against everything
we believe to say that consciousness is a delusion. It is
believed consciousness is our liberation and that the
unconscious is our true self. Both false] The manipulations
that describe Black Science include what the world calls
wisdom. These are stages in the plans for control. If this is
fiction, then Enders Game is the front for this war and
Neon Genesis Evangelion is the back, where earth unites to
defeat angels to preserve its global culture. To preserve
and, propagate global culture is a delusion held in common
by astrophysics, Hawking, Existential Survivalists, NBC
and the Vatican. World culture is itself the predominate
evil whose commerce of buying and selling is what is to be
judged. No doubt you can add to the list universities, Phds,
bill collectors....
"It's a system of power always deciding in the name of
humanity who deserves to be remembered and who
deserves to be forgotten.
211
It could be believed the Exos would conquer earth in
2029, [if that were not the year of Singularity] as
Schneider says, and have been at it lo these years...if they
already had. But why wait to decimate 80% of the
population when it just gets harder? This implies controls
already have (and we don't know it) or that there is
opposition preventing. Granted that the entertainment
movies about ET break down the parameters and distract
people so they do not attend their own demise, the
contradiction suggests multiple co-efficients of broken
boundaries of the last hundred years. Christians, for
example, are distracted by Darby's vision of the Rapture
and do not think tribulation applies to them, so they don't
pay attention to their own skies. How likely shall citizens
stomach the bizarre alien savior or the more bizarre
Judgment of God upon the nations, especially the United
States, as cast in The Harbinger? As preface to
Schneider's underground we pretend some cryptography
exercises to crack the code. Phil Schneider begins many of
the fact trails of the secret black science. Sometimes Bo
Diddley has been documented, as with the 131 Deep
Underground Military Bases further examined below.
Two days after Phil Schneider's death his body was found
embedded with a surgical rubber tube in his neck. This was
against Oregon State Law. Detective Harris dispatched the
body to a Funeral Home without the coroner's exam. The
medical examiner, "Dr. Gunson made no mention of the
metal plate in his head, or that his right lung had been
removed when he declared the cause of death to be
“strangulation by ligature asphyxiation”. In other words,
“suicide.” The autopsy fell through the cracks almost as if
"it was not the body of Philip” (Schneider's wife).
212Schneider is one of many conspiracy theorists to auto de fe
unusually--Paul Bennewitz, Danny Casolaro, William
Cooper and Jim Keith--amid incredible ET claims (01
Jun, 2011). Shipped to one of 600 pre-existing “FEMA
detention camps” funded under Reagan, who Authorized
Rex 84 Project “Garden Plot”, and Operation “Cable
Splicer,” advanced placement for these choice spots is now
allocated to those Saved From the End of the World.
Along the Jersey Turnpike Schneider's timetable is
opposite the public dream of white science, vaccines,
internal combustion engines and liquid fuel rockets,
substitute verities that form the fail-safe backup of the
black. The Last of Schneider's texts at the Preparedness
Expo of 1995-- Exogenous Underground Bases, FEMA
camps and Chemtrails under the heading of Byzantine
Hybridomas (From Rotten Tomatoes), secret "Black Ops"
of Military, FBI and rogue elements pertaining to the
under-government, include "about 6 million to 7 million
human beings slaughtered by the aliens at this present
time," huge vats containing alien and human body parts
floating in the plasma of ensanguinated cattle.
To summarize this Last Lecture: Deep Underground
Bases: Horseshoe aircraft were seen in 1909 at Truth or
Consequences NM. Grey demons appeared in 1933 and
1946 at Ellis AFB. Atomic explosions at Bikini Atoll
attempted to destroy their shallow underwater base at
Bikini Island (Operation Crossroads). Much of this has
been in the movies. In the 1954 Greada Treaty, tangy alien
liars treated naive authorities to their own medicine of
deception. Schneider worked at 13 UG bases where
100,000 children and 1 million adults are taken each year
(numbers vary). There have been a few escapes, Kurk
Wold is one in point. In case martial law is required the
131 underground bases can convert to prison camps
(Richard Sauder). Foreign troops are already trained in the
undergrounds of which there are 3 per state among other
black budget projects, as if planned by a scalene triangle,
no side equal another, "planned most likely as
underground prison camps and slave labor factories,"
among other "poppycock hooey and poo-poo" --the same
intonations as Sheriff Joe--including eight levels under
Denver Airport. Chutes, slides go down from the FEMA
day camps, so take some wax paper. All 131 bases are
connected by at least 2 lane roads and mag-lev trains, 5700
feet under ground, 4 1/2 cubic miles each, one 30 cubic
miles in Sweden built by the UN. Martial law research
training for police surrounds each base. Tesla's lab was in
Colorado Springs, connected to large caverns and the city
UG.
Brubaker did a deep drill off Dulce where he sank four
shafts with lasers and a Tunnel Boring Machine. When the
drill came up he went down to check. Two miles deep in a
bucket he met Bo Diddley. If you think this more fanciful
than possessing more riches than you can use, keep
reading. The Four Corners are distinguished by the
highest levels of missing people in the country, women of
child-bearing age, young men from 10 to 15, the prime
age for Bo programing. Brubaker discovered an
underground auditorium identical to the U.N. with a raised
seating area where seven foot tall Grey DJ Buggers
dictated "policy” to U.N. officials. The U.S. Constitution
did not apply this far down. Citizens held no legal standing
and international leaders were at the mercy of Orson Scot
Card. According to Schneider, Offut AFB (Nebraska) is
214home to recovered angel/bugger bodies and craft with
long rumored undergrounds at the WPAFB facility at
Dayton Ohio.
Schneider says the aliens are related to the "New World
Order" in which secret forces are conspiring to conquer the
world and rule with a fascist one-world government. He
claims that "the alien agenda" is "to kill off from 5/6 to 7/8
of the planet's population and completely take over by
2029," that there are U.S. "black budget projects" which
cost trillions of dollars and "garner one quarter of the
entire gross national product of these United States." "At
least 1.023 trillion dollars is used in black budget
programs," funded primarily by illegal government drug-
related activities. In all this he presents four kinds of
evidence: classified photographs, fossils, alien metal
ores/Elements retrieved from the Dulce base, and his own
testimony.
215
of many
ruses of
the
Neptune
War that
"the
nations of
earth
must
someday
unite
against
attack by
people
from
other
planets, “
as
General MacArthur told graduating West Point cadets
(October 8, 1955, also 12 May 1962): "We speak in
strange terms, of harnessing the cosmic energy, of ultimate
conflict between a united human race and the sinister
forces of some other planetary galaxy. The nations of the
world will have to unite, for the next war will be an
interplanetary war.” That is, he could have added, "the
nations of the world must unite against the Buggers!" By
2011 the “Alien Agenda” had gotten out of hand.
According to Schneider, every year of the known "white
world" contained forty-four years of research and
development in the unknown “black.” By this calculation
Defense contractors had made 2,816 years progress in
black weapons and advanced aerospace research in the 64
216years from the formation of the CIA in 1947 to 2011. Add
2816 to 2011 and you get the year 4827! Not as advanced
maybe as saying drop the 0 and 2 x 7 is 14. But that's from
the illumined IMF coming right out. As the King of
Babylon was "shaking arrows out of his quiver, consulting
images and looking into the liver" and the Times was
getting investment counseling from Jonathan Cahn, Bo
Diddley was diverse. By the time you read this, 1995 or
later, 1,477 underground bases will have been built in the
world, underground facilities served by 107,200 prison
boxcars to handle an expected 15 million dissidents in case
they refuse to go.
Black Science
There is a defense for those yet here below by pointing
down that uric power initiated by Mr. Abbey sighting
Grand Canyon for the first time with precipitation, “the
first thing I did was urinate off the rim onto a little aspen”
(One Life at a Time Please, 124). Phil Schneider's research
along these lines, his survival tactic, suggests that what
was noxious to the aspen is now to the infamous grey
alder, les Petits-Gris. Mr. Phil constituted the worst part of
the mythical horrors connected to FEMA above and
underground bases below the day he innocently rappelled
into Archuleta to encounter the *Eisenaliens, iron lions, if
such a neolog can be allowed. This was his worst trouble,
even if that sounds nonsensical, but surely not more so
than the rest of these mythical horrors, when the battle of
Archuleta was all but lost, as his wife has reported, and he
had sustained such injuries that his body was covered
with “shrapnel” wounds (about 500), and he had
burns and skin grafts and missing fingers and his
217
his ear was replaced. He had a metal plate in his
head and part of a lung - Then “he peed in his hard hat
and threw the pee at the aliens and killed some of them.
Many years later in a fictional program on TV aliens were
highly allergic to ammonia and would die from it” (here).
"Sothli if a strongere comynge above overcome him, he
schal tak a wey alle his armeris, in which he tristide, and
schal dele abrood his spuylis,"
French Camp
Perhaps some will say, how dost thou know a road which
thou hast not traveled full length--to which I say that we
can see a road pretty correctly a considerable distance
before us, and if we could not see before us at all, we
should be stumbling almost at every step. (v).
Some colonists called it French camp. German would
be better for the invasion of its intimacy. A a whole
train out of Europe colonizing the globe. The side yards
of Idaho flooded all the way down to the Marfa flats. A
lot of lucky beasts down from sky, like a Buddha brain
which began all those fables we'd rather not think
about, attracting the *demarcolonists. Where are they
going? Where else but French camp? Wind socks
blowing through double strands along tracks, executive
orders, camp residential centers! Anubis on guard.
Pandemics no excuse! High conscious gods and men
along side Sir Thomas on London Bridge. French camp
around the city went by truck to Dubuque wrapped
end to end with iron as befits the parts, which, when
the whole back fell, were exposed. Sliding doors on the
218side or at least marks where sliding doors and windows
would have been made it look grumpy. A team
reassembled the parts with clamps and glue.
Humphrey back on his wheels looked a wreck with a
broken back, a Le Corbusier. Everybody knows
hermetically sealed only adds to the effect. Not to
worry. Reconstitute, reconstitute! That's the parlance
where some catapult takes place in front of the eyes.
Biosraum! AWOKE.
*also demarcologists, de mar, that is profession of the sea
What fate better anyway than a passenger pigeon on
Mural 2 ratified by Congreve as much as Greada which
bought iphones to the world? Can you believe it was to
have taken only French citizens? When did co-signers
keep their word? Amicus White Father (AWF)
promised glands. Why did Ansel Adams ignore
migrants? Why did Borges ignore Disappeareds? Why
does the moon ignore the sun? Stats suggest missing
persons increased sixfold in 25 years, to 900,000 a year,
of which 850,000 were juvenilios. Illegals endowed to
Minnosota Mining of the Middle Complex. (Kidnapping
For Scientific Betterment) had silver linings in the Cars
which revived the Boxcar Fund, saved Big Steel, seats
for millions hauled, 100,000 boxcars in all, good for
shares of les Petits-Gris Archuleta, meaning
*Eisenaliens, or iron ore if such neolog appears. Years
later in fiction, highly allergenic to ammonia, these
would die from it (here), the worst part of mythical
horrors concocted below.
219
the mind, and when it first takes place, it has the lusts of
the flesh, yea, all the evil inclinations to war against; and
even ignorance itself, together with the temptations and
allurements from without.
If the object in writing this was to gain the applause of
men; thus to presume, so disappointed, such fiction
written as some will not readily receive, however, on the
other hand, having for a considerable time had pretty
much the same ideas of the matter as you will find
written down in this work, if you want to know, a train
yard of boxcars full of Chinese guillotines being stored at
US Military Bases - keep the engine running - I won’t be
a minute.
Old Stevens joked in his hospital bed, "what a ghastly
situation it would be if the world of the dead was actually
different from the world of the living. . . to say farewell to
our generation and to look forward to a continuation in a
Jerusalem of pure surrealism would account for the taste
for oblivion" (76-77). New Stevens knows better. It is Zion
I have the only full grown momma tortoise on at least the
block, so bring him in, and he has lived so since, not in her
arms when the small rain down Would rain, but near her
den. Today he is following her, bobbing up and down and
there is funny business of the 20 and the 70. This is to say
if you don't like Bowdeen you must be too serious a sinner
and should lighten up, for "we were too happy with the
raw liver smeared against our lips to worry about the
vanishing hoof prints" (5)
220THE BLOOD ORCHID IS THE ATOMIC BOMB, the greed, the
labor of thousands in its making, the belief in government, the
killing of the buffalo by the ten millions until the orchids turn from
fibrous roots into cables of our being "the roots getting thicker by the
year, the first fine lines like lace on the bark of our lives...then
coarsening as more and more wealth and power and energy surges
through [a living gasoline explosion-Dario] and at first the roots
begin to look like snakes, then like cables and later like giant
aqueducts, the hidden heart pounding to the beat of explosives." (8)
But in its truest essence the blood orchid is a metaphor of the
post-human, which in short is the replacement of humanity by
artificial intelligence. Granted, when "biological" this hardly seems
artificial, but it is the ultimately conscienceless pretense even while
it assumes the moral high ground of its own self arrogation. So
whether we speak of social networks or hybrid life forms all are
ultimate goods to benefit the human, understanding that as the post-
human. How does it feel to be one of the beautiful people? As
Leonard Colon says, all the important mass murderers listened
to the Beatles. These destructions and extinctions Bowdeen
witnesses are but tangled weaves and counter weaves of DARPA, to
call it by just one arm of its tentacles.
221
131 underground bases can convert to prison camps
(Richard Sauder). Foreign troops are already trained in the
undergrounds of which there are 3 per state among other
black budget projects, as if planned by a scalene triangle,
no side equal another, "planned most likely as
underground prison camps and slave labor factories,"
among other "poppycock hooey and poo-poo" --the same
intonations as Sheriff Joe--including eight levels under
Denver Airport. Chutes, slides go down from the FEMA
day camps, so take some wax paper. All 131 bases are
connected by at least 2 lane roads and mag-lev trains, 5700
feet under ground, 4 1/2 cubic miles each, one 30 cubic
miles in Sweden built by the UN. Martial law research
training for police surrounds each base. Tesla's lab was in
Colorado Springs, connected to large caverns and the city
UG.
Brubaker did a deep drill off Dulce where he sank four
shafts with lasers and a Tunnel Boring Machine. When the
drill came up he went down to check. Two miles deep in a
bucket he met Bo Diddley. If you think this more fanciful
than possessing more riches than you can use, keep
reading. The Four Corners are distinguished by the
highest levels of missing people in the country, women of
child-bearing age, young men from 10 to 15, the prime
age for Bo programing. Brubaker discovered an
underground auditorium identical to the U.N. with a raised
seating area where seven foot tall Grey DJ Buggers
dictated "policy” to U.N. officials. The U.S. Constitution
did not apply this far down. Citizens held no legal standing
and international leaders were at the mercy of Orson Scot
Card. According to Schneider, Offut AFB (Nebraska) is
214home to recovered angel/bugger bodies and craft with
long rumored undergrounds at the WPAFB facility at
Dayton Ohio.
Schneider says the aliens are related to the "New World
Order" in which secret forces are conspiring to conquer the
world and rule with a fascist one-world government. He
claims that "the alien agenda" is "to kill off from 5/6 to 7/8
of the planet's population and completely take over by
2029," that there are U.S. "black budget projects" which
cost trillions of dollars and "garner one quarter of the
entire gross national product of these United States." "At
least 1.023 trillion dollars is used in black budget
programs," funded primarily by illegal government drug-
related activities. In all this he presents four kinds of
evidence: classified photographs, fossils, alien metal
ores/Elements retrieved from the Dulce base, and his own
testimony.
215
It is one
of many
ruses of
the
Neptune
War that
"the
nations of
earth
must
someday
unite
against
attack by
people
from
other
planets, “
as
General MacArthur told graduating West Point cadets
(October 8, 1955, also 12 May 1962): "We speak in
strange terms, of harnessing the cosmic energy, of ultimate
conflict between a united human race and the sinister
forces of some other planetary galaxy. The nations of the
world will have to unite, for the next war will be an
interplanetary war.” That is, he could have added, "the
nations of the world must unite against the Buggers!" By
2011 the “Alien Agenda” had gotten out of hand.
According to Schneider, every year of the known "white
world" contained forty-four years of research and
development in the unknown “black.” By this calculation
Defense contractors had made 2,816 years progress in
black weapons and advanced aerospace research in the 64
216years from the formation of the CIA in 1947 to 2011. Add
2816 to 2011 and you get the year 4827! Not as advanced
maybe as saying drop the 0 and 2 x 7 is 14. But that's from
the illumined IMF coming right out. As the King of
Babylon was "shaking arrows out of his quiver, consulting
images and looking into the liver" and the Times was
getting investment counseling from Jonathan Cahn, Bo
Diddley was diverse. By the time you read this, 1995 or
later, 1,477 underground bases will have been built in the
world, underground facilities served by 107,200 prison
boxcars to handle an expected 15 million dissidents in case
they refuse to go.
Black Science
There is a defense for those yet here below by pointing
down that uric power initiated by Mr. Abbey sighting
Grand Canyon for the first time with precipitation, “the
first thing I did was urinate off the rim onto a little aspen”
(One Life at a Time Please, 124). Phil Schneider's research
along these lines, his survival tactic, suggests that what
was noxious to the aspen is now to the infamous grey
alder, les Petits-Gris. Mr. Phil constituted the worst part of
the mythical horrors connected to FEMA above and
underground bases below the day he innocently rappelled
into Archuleta to encounter the *Eisenaliens, iron lions, if
such a neolog can be allowed. This was his worst trouble,
even if that sounds nonsensical, but surely not more so
than the rest of these mythical horrors, when the battle of
Archuleta was all but lost, as his wife has reported, and he
had sustained such injuries that his body was covered
with “shrapnel” wounds (about 500), and he had
burns and skin grafts and missing fingers and his
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private part was cut right down the center and part of
his ear was replaced. He had a metal plate in his
head and part of a lung - Then “he peed in his hard hat
and threw the pee at the aliens and killed some of them.
Many years later in a fictional program on TV aliens were
highly allergic to ammonia and would die from it” (here).
"Sothli if a strongere comynge above overcome him, he
schal tak a wey alle his armeris, in which he tristide, and
schal dele abrood his spuylis,"
French Camp
Perhaps some will say, how dost thou know a road which
thou hast not traveled full length--to which I say that we
can see a road pretty correctly a considerable distance
before us, and if we could not see before us at all, we
should be stumbling almost at every step. (v).
Some colonists called it French camp. German would
be better for the invasion of its intimacy. A a whole
train out of Europe colonizing the globe. The side yards
of Idaho flooded all the way down to the Marfa flats. A
lot of lucky beasts down from sky, like a Buddha brain
which began all those fables we'd rather not think
about, attracting the *demarcolonists. Where are they
going? Where else but French camp? Wind socks
blowing through double strands along tracks, executive
orders, camp residential centers! Anubis on guard.
Pandemics no excuse! High conscious gods and men
along side Sir Thomas on London Bridge. French camp
around the city went by truck to Dubuque wrapped
end to end with iron as befits the parts, which, when
the whole back fell, were exposed. Sliding doors on the
218side or at least marks where sliding doors and windows
would have been made it look grumpy. A team
reassembled the parts with clamps and glue.
Humphrey back on his wheels looked a wreck with a
broken back, a Le Corbusier. Everybody knows
hermetically sealed only adds to the effect. Not to
worry. Reconstitute, reconstitute! That's the parlance
where some catapult takes place in front of the eyes.
Biosraum! AWOKE.
*also demarcologists, de mar, that is profession of the sea
What fate better anyway than a passenger pigeon on
Mural 2 ratified by Congreve as much as Greada which
bought iphones to the world? Can you believe it was to
have taken only French citizens? When did co-signers
keep their word? Amicus White Father (AWF)
promised glands. Why did Ansel Adams ignore
migrants? Why did Borges ignore Disappeareds? Why
does the moon ignore the sun? Stats suggest missing
persons increased sixfold in 25 years, to 900,000 a year,
of which 850,000 were juvenilios. Illegals endowed to
Minnosota Mining of the Middle Complex. (Kidnapping
For Scientific Betterment) had silver linings in the Cars
which revived the Boxcar Fund, saved Big Steel, seats
for millions hauled, 100,000 boxcars in all, good for
shares of les Petits-Gris Archuleta, meaning
*Eisenaliens, or iron ore if such neolog appears. Years
later in fiction, highly allergenic to ammonia, these
would die from it (here), the worst part of mythical
horrors concocted below.
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Regeneration, at least in its commencement, is a work of
the mind, and when it first takes place, it has the lusts of
the flesh, yea, all the evil inclinations to war against; and
even ignorance itself, together with the temptations and
allurements from without.
If the object in writing this was to gain the applause of
men; thus to presume, so disappointed, such fiction
written as some will not readily receive, however, on the
other hand, having for a considerable time had pretty
much the same ideas of the matter as you will find
written down in this work, if you want to know, a train
yard of boxcars full of Chinese guillotines being stored at
US Military Bases - keep the engine running - I won’t be
a minute.
Old Stevens joked in his hospital bed, "what a ghastly
situation it would be if the world of the dead was actually
different from the world of the living. . . to say farewell to
our generation and to look forward to a continuation in a
Jerusalem of pure surrealism would account for the taste
for oblivion" (76-77). New Stevens knows better. It is Zion
I have the only full grown momma tortoise on at least the
block, so bring him in, and he has lived so since, not in her
arms when the small rain down Would rain, but near her
den. Today he is following her, bobbing up and down and
there is funny business of the 20 and the 70. This is to say
if you don't like Bowdeen you must be too serious a sinner
and should lighten up, for "we were too happy with the
raw liver smeared against our lips to worry about the
vanishing hoof prints" (5)
220THE BLOOD ORCHID IS THE ATOMIC BOMB, the greed, the
labor of thousands in its making, the belief in government, the
killing of the buffalo by the ten millions until the orchids turn from
fibrous roots into cables of our being "the roots getting thicker by the
year, the first fine lines like lace on the bark of our lives...then
coarsening as more and more wealth and power and energy surges
through [a living gasoline explosion-Dario] and at first the roots
begin to look like snakes, then like cables and later like giant
aqueducts, the hidden heart pounding to the beat of explosives." (8)
But in its truest essence the blood orchid is a metaphor of the
post-human, which in short is the replacement of humanity by
artificial intelligence. Granted, when "biological" this hardly seems
artificial, but it is the ultimately conscienceless pretense even while
it assumes the moral high ground of its own self arrogation. So
whether we speak of social networks or hybrid life forms all are
ultimate goods to benefit the human, understanding that as the post-
human. How does it feel to be one of the beautiful people? As
Leonard Colon says, all the important mass murderers listened
to the Beatles. These destructions and extinctions Bowdeen
witnesses are but tangled weaves and counter weaves of DARPA, to
call it by just one arm of its tentacles.
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