MY
INAUGURAL ADDRESS AT THE GREAT WHITE THRONE JUDGMENT OF THE
DEAD
Alvin Miller
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2009 by Alvin Miller (All
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Preface
p. 5
MY INAUGURAL ADDRESS AT THE GREAT WHITE THRONE JUDGMENT OF THE DEAD
MY INAUGURAL ADDRESS AT THE GREAT WHITE THRONE JUDGMENT OF THE DEAD
Introducing
Myself
p. 6
I'm
the Captain!
p. 11The
Joke
p. 13
The
Taboo
p. 34
'Surrogates'
- Dolls I remove! Turned to stone by me!
'Surrogates'
- Me Looking Down and Fairy Bowling
White
Armband
p. 39
Bosch's
'Wages of Sin'
(aka 'Garden of Earthly Delights')
Instant
Prophet
p. 48
The
Witches
p. 49
My
Favorite Sport
p. 51
The
Jesus You Never Knew
p. 90
Leaving
the Fleshpots
p. 94
Your
Household
p. 97
Instant
Proof You're in Hell
p. 98 Cities
p. 98
The
Tarot Cards
p. 101
Business
p. 113
Legal
Reform
p. 120
Tax
Reform
p. 120
The
Illegal Aliens
p. 120
All
Aboard My Time Machine!
p. 122
Twinkle
Town
p. 128
Science
p. 137
Conclusion
p. 140
Bibliography
p. 162
Index
p. 169
'♪
There must be some way out of here,' said the joker to the thief –
Bob Dylan, 'All Along The Watchtower', creatively misheard by
Norman O. Brown as 'joker to the priest.'
'Armageddon outta here!' - Bruce
Almighty
'Whom the gods would destroy, they first drive mad.'
'Whom the gods would destroy, they first drive mad.'
'To
seduce the world to madness' (Norman
O. Brown)
'Man
is maniac' (Brown)
'♪
We
gotta get out of this place
If
it's the last thing we ever do' (The Animals)
No
one gets out of here alive!
Important
note: Read my 1986 book (at
http://www.angelfire.com/crazy/spaceman/alien.html/)
before you read this.
What
follows is a rough draft transcript (subject to change when I
actually give it) of my inaugural address (presumably in Washington,
D.C.?) before global television at the Great White Throne Judgment of
the Dead, after I have raptured out billions! - corpses laying on the
ground - the fairy
dump - rabbits running in the ditch. Megadeath! My
Cleansing/Culling/Evacuation of the Earth in my Conflagration at
World's End! Feel free to believe what I've set down here are the
ravings of a madman, because that is precisely what they are! I have
assembled this book in a series of vignettes. Norman O. Brown, my
mentor, used a similar technique. It has been said of Brown's later
books, 'They are largely a dazzling, nonlinear patische of fragments
and quotations from different writers which Brown has made his own
and, whatever the source, one can assume the voice is that of Brown'.
You'll find I use terminology that may seem alien to Christianity:
ghosts, wizards, witches and fairies. Part of the problem that the
King James Bible mistranslated the word sorcery referring to potions.
This
is strictly adult material. This is off limits to children, and this
means you. I'm dealing with two perspectives here: that of the
present, but also the point after I have raptured everyone out. If
your jaw didn't drop when you read my 1986 book, I 1000% guarantee it
will drop now! I repeat my annoyance at you 'Christians' who have
repeatedly attacked my site. Jesus prophesied that all prophets must
get stoned. Your scurrilous, underhanded attacks prove what you
really are – Pharisees who observe the letter of the Law, but not
the Spirit.
You are shortly going to be rewarded by your Master for your
faithful service! Get a life and stop giving me trouble! You know
that if you faced me in a one on one debate, I would wipe you out!
If you are angry at what I say, simply vent at my guestbook with
specific criticisms. You may feel this is a spoof or hoax and laugh.
You think I'm kidding, but I'm not! I've set my timebomb
ticking over Sodom! So, finally, it all begins next Topic!
MY
INAUGURAL ADDRESS AT THE GREAT WHITE THRONE JUDGMENT OF THE
DEAD
(The
time is midnight E.S.T. I stand before global television to explain
my rapturing out billions. I made the broadcast in the midnight hour
(a time of special insight for Christians) to help prevent the
possibility that any children would see this, although in different
time zones around the world children are up). Good evening ladies
and gentlemen. I'm addressing you from Washington, D.C., the
political capital of Hell. I have descended here to the pit of
Hell to address you. Before I begin, I want to insist
that no children view this broadcast. This is off limits to anyone
under 12 years old. Leave the room, and go to bed! This Adult
Education. You will find that I talk fast - mad people have racing
thoughts. I speak in nearly inaudible whispers, that I change the
subject frequently, and in general it will come across as the
incoherent gibberish and ravings of a madman. It's brain salad
surgery. But I have all my ducks in a row. You'll wake up tomorrow
morning and go 'what did he say?' You'll try to remember, but you'll
have a hard time. I urge you to record this address, and to watch it
several times, as each time you'll pick up more.
You'll
notice that I will be talking a lot about myself this evening. This
is because the more you know about where I'm coming from, the better
off you'll be. Let me formally introduce myself. You've seen me
before, but now I'm going to reveal who I really am. Have you ever
seen a ghost?
Have you ever seen a spook? Now you can say you've seen a ghost.
I'm the Ghost
with the Most. I'm the Whispering Ghost.
I'm the Whistling Skull. I'm the Space Ghost.
I'm the Space Cowboy.
You
have seen many ghosts. My colleagues are on practically every street
corner in every city around the world, ranting and raving and
spouting gibberish. When you look at me you'll see that I have no
eyes - empty sockets instead (waving my hand in front of my face).
Jeepers! Creepers! Where did you get those eyes? We space aliens
are starry eyed and have an eye contact problem. Note many native
men have such poor eye contact.
'♪
You said you'd
never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but know you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes' (Bob Dylan)
With the mystery tramp, but know you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes' (Bob Dylan)
'♪ eyes without a face (reversal – face without eyes!)
Got no human grace your eyes without a face.' (Billy Idol)
I
am an Invisible Man. There is no person here, never has been and
never will be. You are looking at a total vacuum. There is nothing
here - only empty air. When you look at me you see no person - you
are looking directly at my Id – my raw, seething, bubbling
unconscious. I'm unhinged, as they say, and the lid's peeled back.
Most people find it highly disturbing to look on the face of the
Lord, my face. We shamans prefer to wear masks to hide it.
In
fact, I'm a raving lunatic, and this insanity I have is a deadly
poison. Most of my fellow mad
people are bottom feeders. With this disease, we are incompetent to
keep ourselves together, and we fall to the bottom, with many
becoming homeless, committing suicide or drugging themselves into
oblivion. It makes us into total misfits. DOAs - Dead on Arrival.
Jesus, a poor Jewish peasant, was a bottom feeder also. When you're
on the bottom, you look up at all the so-called leaders, and you know
that all of them are the wrong people. As Jesus said, 'Thou
hast hidden these things from sages and men of discernment, and hast
unveiled them to babes.'
If you have ears to hear, Jesus was himself also mad.
The gods must be crazy! Jesus was very sensitive to natural
disasters because as a madman he was walking dynamite liable to
explode at a moment's notice with all the force of an earthquake.
Jesus was a piece of human waste – human garbage. And so am I. A
significant number of theologians, and I also, believe Jesus was a
bastard. Jews thought he was likely the bastard son (mamser) of a
Roman centurion. The idea of virgin
birth arose because an Old Testament scripture was mistranslated.
We, the gods, live in a parallel universe right next door to this one
– the Other World/hyperdimension right in front of you. I stepped
through the looking glass on my mission.
Just
like Jesus, I am here to serve. I don't want you to worship me. You
don't have to believe a thing I say. Believe what you want. For
example, you may believe I'm the Antichrist, which I deny. But
believe what you want. Your beliefs don't concern me. I'm here to
straighten out your behavior, specifically, as you will see, your
behavior in the bedroom. That is the special mission I'm on.
When you see me, you've seen the Father. 'Every
eye shall see Him'
(global TV). 'There
can be only one.' according to the movie 'Highlander' and my 1986
Chosen One 'prophesy'.
Both
Jesus and I are in fact wizards (all the magic and 'miracles' he did,
any competent Hindu fakir (= faker) can do). I am the second most
powerful wizard
that has ever walked the face of this earth. Jesus is better than me
for two reasons. Jesus was working in his thirties, half my age.
He has me beat, because his member would come up better than mine.
I'm twice the age he was when he was preaching, and mine doesn't come
up like it used to. Also, he had sharp wit and eloquence and always
said the right thing. By contrast, I tend to ramble (the gibbering
of the mad
I mutter).
You
have met your maker. You object that you see nothing but a lunatic
standing here. But, I, God, did make you in the following sense. I
set the rules for you to live by – the Ten Commandments and the
Sermon on the Mount. If you disobey my rules and go to Hell, as
always, I get my willie working below my belt and rapture you
devils out. It was always ambiguous about who would be raptured
out. Would it be the Elect or would it be the Lost? The answer is
both! Anybody and everybody that I could remove I wanted gone.
'Then
shall two be in the field; the one shall be taken, and the other
left.'
You who are Left Behind that I am addressing are the same mix as
those I removed. Who was right: The Catholics with no rapture or
the Fundamentalists? The answer is that neither was!
We did have the rapture, but it was simply me laying
out as many corpses as I could. Every one I raptured, including the
Fundamentalists went nowhere except to their graves, becoming
wormfood. My planet is in emergency mode, with billions of you
devils running around destroying it. I'm getting ready to give you
the Judgment. I wash my hands of you ala Pontius Pilate! I would
like nothing better that to stick the lot of you devils is a gas
chamber and slam the door shut! Once again, I, Victor Frankenstein,
declare another botched laboratory experiment. I have to remove you,
so I can start over again with a new Adam and Eve. Get off my
planet, you devils! Get off my planet! I've had it with you! This
way to the gas, ladies and gentlemen! Hitler's 'showers' were
unconsciously the slime I rain down from my Heavenly perch (Great
White Throne)!
'♪ All I need is a TV-show, that and the radio Down on my luck again, down on my luck again I can show you, I can show you, some of the people in my life I can show you, I can show you, some of the people in my life It's driving me mad just another way of passing the day - - You're just another face that I know from the TV-show I have known you for so very long, I feel you like a friend Can't you do anything for me, can I touch you for a while Can I meet you another day and we can fly away - - Turn it on, turn it on, turn it on again (floodgates of Heaven I open to rain slime!) Turn it on, turn it on, turn it on again - -' (my multiple Rapture) (Phil Collins)
You
are made in my image. 'Let
us make man
in our
image.' (plural) This
simply means that you don't have to live with continuous mental and
physical pain that we mad
people - specifically the gods - feel every day from sunup to sundown
every second of our lives. I'm an involuntary witness – 'Can I
get a witness?' What I have is contagious, infectious and deadly.
Don't come close to me! Let sleeping dogs lie! The Wolf Man was
lucky, because he shape-shifted only once a month at the full moon.
I, by contrast, shape-shift all day long from second to second. I
melt down and reform myself into a another person regularly (that's
what it is to be a ghost).
If I get around anyone, involuntarily, I form myself into a
duplicate of them. Part of the power I possess is to temporarily
pass on to you the continual pain I feel (Mass
Psychosis - the correct name for what is known in Fundie circles as
the Secret
Rapture - see my 1986 book). The source of the pain we mad
people feel is you with all the evil deeds you do. When you do your
evil deeds, we are put into pain. (Imitating the weird voice of the
Shadow) 'Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? The Shadow
knows!' 'Return to
Sender!' 'What goes around comes around! 'Right back at ya!'
Jesus,
the Man of Constant Sorrow, the Suffering Servant, took on the cross
the sins of the world. Similarly, the Greek god Atlas took the world
on his shoulder. '♪
Everyday with You, Lord is sweeter than the day before.' We mad
people are here to help remove the pain of everyday life. When
I pass that pain on to you, for a while, you get to walk in my shoes.
And when you do so, you drop dead in your tracks - it's my deadly
blessing! (I start singing the rock song) '♪
I got the power! I got the power!' (by Rainbow). Indeed, I
do have the power, and it's is a deadly poison! Out of all the
millions of mad
people on the planet right now, probably less than a handful possess
all the powers I have. Madness
is incurable, and there is a progressive deterioration. I am at the
final stages of a fatal disease. My brain has melted into goo, and
I'm in continuous physical pain. Symptoms
can include: racing thoughts, poor eye contact, poor
concentration/memory, difficulty understanding the simplest things.
Jesus, of course, had the
same affliction. Again, the gods must be crazy! Mad
people such as I are instantly and permanently into the mystic, but
not by choice. There have been numerous highly evolved spiritual
beings on this planet, but madness
is a cheap and easy way to instantly get to the mystic. Such people
can develop psi powers such as the power to spin objects
(psychokinesis). Occult powers are often vilified as 'sludge'
because they dip into the their source, the Collective Unconscious.
Moses,
for that matter, also had the same affliction. He was his own
special effects man, as when he bested the Egyptian wizards in his
magic duels. I, like Moses, am accompanied by my magic wand. It's
below my belt. Norman O. Brown in 'Closing Time' quotes James
Joyce's 'Finnegans Wake', 'He lifts up the lifewand and the dumb
speak.' At one point during the Exodus, the Hebrews he was leading
decided that Moses was out to kill them. After all, they knew he was
mad.
When they protested to him, Moses dropped two of them dead in their
tracks (the number may be wrong – I can't find the passage).
Moses said that God struck them down, but it was really only Moses
doing the special effects. (Perhaps I was thinking of Aaron's two
sons dead when they approached the Ark of the Covenant in Leviticus).
I,
Captain Nemo, am the captain of this ship - always have been and
always will be. But, as passengers, I advise you to stroll over the
decks to the railings and look over the side of the ship. You see
the name 'Titanic' painted on the side. Now look down at the
waterline. There's a huge gash and we're taking on water. We're
going down! Soon we'll be underwater. Glub! Glub! Not much time
left! Glub! Glub!
'♪
Ride,
captain ride
Upon your mystery ship,
Be amazed at the friends
You have here on your trip.
Ride captain ride
Upon your mystery ship,
On your way to a world
That others might have missed'. (Blues Image)
Upon your mystery ship,
Be amazed at the friends
You have here on your trip.
Ride captain ride
Upon your mystery ship,
On your way to a world
That others might have missed'. (Blues Image)
'Explore the ship, replace the cook: let no one leave alive!'
Across the straits, around the Horn: how far can sailors fly?
A twisted path, our tortured course, and no one left alive (Procol Harum)
We sailed for parts unknown to man, where ships come home to die
No lofty peak, nor fortress bold, could match our captain's eye'
'♪
Everybody,
listen to me,
And return me, my ship.
I'm your captain, I'm your captain,
Though I'm feeling mighty sick.
I've been lost now, days uncounted,
And it's months since I've seen home.
Can you hear me, can you hear me,
Or am I all alone.
Am I in my cabin dreaming, or are you really scheming,
To take my ship away from me?
I can feel the hand, of a stranger,
And it's tightening, around my throat.
Heaven help me, Heaven help me,
Take this stranger from my boat.
I'm your captain, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
And return me, my ship.
I'm your captain, I'm your captain,
Though I'm feeling mighty sick.
I've been lost now, days uncounted,
And it's months since I've seen home.
Can you hear me, can you hear me,
Or am I all alone.
Am I in my cabin dreaming, or are you really scheming,
To take my ship away from me?
I can feel the hand, of a stranger,
And it's tightening, around my throat.
Heaven help me, Heaven help me,
Take this stranger from my boat.
I'm your captain, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'm
getting closer to my home ...' (Grand Funk Railroad)
'♪
It
was way past midnight
And she still couldn't fall asleep
This night the dream was leavin'
She tried so hard to keep
And with the new day's dawning
She felt it drift away
Not only for a cruise
Not only for a day
Too long ago
Too long apart She couldn't wait another day for
The captain of her heart' (Double)
And she still couldn't fall asleep
This night the dream was leavin'
She tried so hard to keep
And with the new day's dawning
She felt it drift away
Not only for a cruise
Not only for a day
Too long ago
Too long apart She couldn't wait another day for
The captain of her heart' (Double)
'♪
The
antediluvian kings colonized the world
All the Gods who play in the mythological dramas
In all legends from all lands were from far Atlantis.
Knowing her fate,
Atlantis sent out ships to all corners of the Earth.
On board were the Twelve:
The poet, the physician, The farmer, the scientist,
The magician and the other so-called Gods of our legends.
Though Gods they were -
And as the elders of our time choose to remain blind
Let us rejoice
And let us sing
And dance and ring in the new Hail Atlantis!
Way down below the ocean where I wanna be she may be, I wanna see you some day Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up,
oh yeah Oh club club, down down, yeah
My antediluvian baby, oh yeah' (I used Glub! Glub! in place of club club . By Donovan).
All the Gods who play in the mythological dramas
In all legends from all lands were from far Atlantis.
Knowing her fate,
Atlantis sent out ships to all corners of the Earth.
On board were the Twelve:
The poet, the physician, The farmer, the scientist,
The magician and the other so-called Gods of our legends.
Though Gods they were -
And as the elders of our time choose to remain blind
Let us rejoice
And let us sing
And dance and ring in the new Hail Atlantis!
Way down below the ocean where I wanna be she may be, I wanna see you some day Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up,
oh yeah Oh club club, down down, yeah
My antediluvian baby, oh yeah' (I used Glub! Glub! in place of club club . By Donovan).
I
want to start off with a little humor. Speakers always begin with a
joke:
I
notice these days that so many of you have piled on the pounds,
you're getting the love handles, you've ballooned up and some of you
are so rolypoly that you're round like a beachball. There is a
reason you're that way. Just like pigs led to slaughter are fattened
up so that the flavor is improved, we, the fairies, have stuffed you
full of fairy
food - junk food laden with fat and calories. This is so that when
we slice you up and cook you, the fat gives more flavor. You've been
fattened up for the kill! The Living Dead will eat you first!
Twilight Zone: Cookbook - To Serve Man
I'm
sure that has you rolling in the aisles. You're so round that you'll
roll real well. But seriously, you spend billions every year on diet
products and gym memberships. I am going to save you a lot of money.
I'm going to solve your problem. You'll find that when you have
no food at all to eat, you have no problem losing weight. It will
melt right off. The North Korean Communist regime with it's starving
population highly recommends the
There
you'll find proof you'll be healthier anyway without food.
Me
Seated on My Great White Throne for My Judgment of the Dead
(and
I don't mean the toilet!)(Here I'm surrounded by blinding light
and lightning which unconsciously signifies the slime I spew
from my Fire Hose!)
Now
that the preliminaries are out of the way, we can get to the main
business of the evening. I have you summoned here this evening for a
special reason. Welcome to my Dead Man's Party! Leave your body at
the door! Welcome to my Party at the End of the World! Welcome to
my Party at Ground Zero! Welcome to the Isle
of the Dead! Welcome to the Village of the Damned!
Here come da Judge! Here come da
Judge!
Come
in! You've at last been rounded up to see me in person to deal with
you! Enter and step forward ladies and gentlemen. And, as you step
forward, all the doors behind you one by one are being slammed shut
and barred! No one gets out of here alive! You are going nowhere.
You are going to stand before me here seated on my perch (the Great
White Throne) and not move! (Stolen from Vincent Price - 'House on a
Haunted Hill'). Right here, right now, this very moment at the
witching hour of midnight is the Great White Throne Judgment of the
Dead! This is the Second Resurrection. As Joyce prophesied in
'Finnegans Wake': 'Array! Surrection!' - Resurrection (and
insurrection) and array (and hurray!) – namely, the Second
Resurrection. Receive your Judgment from the Lord! I'm getting
ready to give you the Dr. Strangelove address (note his fruity fairy
name). In the film, he was an ex-Nazi scientist who slipped back
into his goose stepping days as one of Hitler's supermen with stiff
armed salutes (rigid robotic movements = erection).. His message was:
the apocalypse is here and head for the hills - the same message as
Jesus. Stanley Kubrick filmed a final scene for after the nuclear
holocaust (that he deleted) of a pie fight, a topic I discuss later
on.
First
of all, why do I say you are all dead? I am addressing only dead
people this evening. I see dead people (the 'Living Dead' – the
Departed)!
Welcome to Ghost Town – you've 'given up
the ghost'!
That is you and you and you (pointing to members of the audience).
You've all been turned into stone statues! My many enemies have been
made into footstools! And you have passed over. You are no longer
human! You once were. Then you became the Godless Wicked
(heathens). And now, in fact, you have become the devils, demons and
monsters of Hell. You have passed over to the Twilight Zone, the
Forbidden Planet, the Forbidden Zone, the Dead Zone. Everyone on
this planet had been dead since I and my assistants (known variously
as angels,
scanners, watchers,dreamers,
hearts or the Justice League of Superheroes) first blew the horn (the
Secret
Rapture – Mass
Psychosis) in the Seventies. These are the gods
themselves! - the (mainly) mad
who against their will are becoming superhuman. The word apotheosis
means men who are becoming gods. Many take the easy way out and
serve Satan. But, 'scanners live in vain'. That is, they are mostly
unnoticed and unsung - the space aliens – empty ciphers - ghosts.
They will get to wear my armband so all can see them.
Now
the Judgment begins. You hold paper and pens in your hands. You are
going to do some writing for me. John of Patmos and others have
described what is about to take place. But they saw through a glass
darkly. What is going to take place is somewhat different from his
description. You are going to be fast, accurate and you are going
to leave nothing out. What you write will determine the Judgment you
receive. Write the number 1. on the first line. On that line, write
the name of the first person you ever in bed with – man, woman,
child or animal, whatever it was. Write nothing else on line 1.
Now, immediately go to the next line, and on line 2 fill in the name
of the next person or animal or whatever you were in bed with. And
continue until you list all the names. I realize some of you devils
here in Hell don't even know the names of a lot of them. Put a
question mark on those lines. While you are writing, I'll show you
my list which I prepared in advance. On it is the number 1., and the
rest of the page is blank. I've been in bed with no woman anytime,
anyhow, anywhere, anyplace whatsoever. I want to heartily assure
you that I am perfectly capable of being with a woman, and have
always had a constant craving to be with a woman. I knew in my
cradle that I was never going to be with a woman. In high school, as
I remember, I went out on two dates. They were not my idea. They
were arranged by others. However, I do own up to being up close and
personal with pornography off and on all my life. I had to see what
I was missing, and, clearly, I was missing a lot. I had to be sure I
understood the old lock and key mechanism, and rocket science it's
not. I've seen people kissing, but I would have to be taught how to
do it. What always happens to me when I try to talk to a
strange woman? Instantly their eyes get wide, they start smiling,
and I see them backing off. Shortly thereafter they're gone, and I
see them later whipping back and forth in front of me chasing after
the hunks and studs. They chase after them because they know that
they can put them under a spell - charm them with their looks - and
make them into beasts of burden at their beck and call. Putting
under a spell is ancient terminology for hypnosis. Women won't get
around me with a ten foot pole. They know what I am: a weirdo, a
creep, a psycho, a loser. I don't blame them. I'm a powerful
wizard,
and if they get around me, I'm going to put them under
a spell, and not vice versa. One of the problems I had with women is
that I insist any woman I'm with be also a virgin
like me (but see below). I refuse to accept second hand merchandise,
used castoffs some other man has pawed over. And virgins are hard to
find here in Hell!
Just
like Jesus, my precious seed packet has gone missing. And
precisely because I can't get laid the regular way (ghosts can't do
it), when I do get my rocks off, it's 'the shot heard round
the world' – heard not with your ears but inside your head - Mass
Psychosis - the Secret
Rapture. As Led Zeppelin sang in 'Stairway to Heaven', '♪
your head is humming, and it won't go!' Joyce has ten thunders
in the Wake (his prophesy of what I have labeled the Multiple
Rapture). John of Patmos, fond of sevens, has seven thunders. Even
though he died in 1941 and didn't get to hear the first Thunder
(Mass
Psychosis) in 1973, Joyce prophesied, 'One stands, given a grain of
goodwill, a fair chance of actually seeing the whirling dervish,
Tumult, son of Thunder.'
According to Joyce, 'For the Clearer of the Air on high has spoken.'
and 'Loud, graciously hear us!' Joyce's thunderclaps are the voice
of God's wrath (my voice) which terminates the old world age/aeon
(10,000 year Western Civilization) starts the cycle anew. In the
Wake, these Thunders occur in various settings, such as an Irish pub,
and no one seems to notice them. Here's the first thunder
on the opening page of the Wake:
'bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonnerronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthurnuk!'
- a hundred letter name that is Joyce's gibbering
of the mad
on the Weird
Radio, decipherable if studied. Joyce says, 'The
hundredlettered name again, last word of a perfect language'.
The film 'The Signal'
depicts this humming.
For
Brown in 'Closing Time':
'What
the thunder said:
DA DA DA (Dada
was an avant-garde art movement)
The
gods return in thunder'
Thus,
thunder is the Voice of God. It's the gurgling 'Ga Ga Goo Goo' of
babies, the gibbering of the mad.
'♪
Radio
ga ga
All we hear is radio ga ga
Radio goo goo
Radio ga ga
All we hear is radio ga ga
Radio goo goo
Radio ga ga
You
had your time you had the power
You've yet to have your finest hour ' (Queen)
You've yet to have your finest hour ' (Queen)
(The
last lines refer to us Radio Ga GA DJs.)
'♪ If death is pretty final, I'm collected vinyl I'm gonna DJ at the end of the world Music will provide the light you cannot resist ( = slime) you cannot resist, you cannot resist' (the Rapture) (R.E.M.)
Brown
says, 'God does not speak good English'.
Baby,
you stuck up you pretty little nose at me and wouldn't give me any
pussy! You're going down for what you did to me! (pointing my thumbs
down). I'm going to take my revenge on you, little miss pretty! And
don't dare think all of a sudden you're going to give me some pussy
now that you see me! It's too late, baby. You're going down, little
miss pussycat! You're my scapegoat whom I can blame!
Actually,
it wasn't so much that women turned me down, but that they simply
ignored me. As a ghost,
I can stand in front of a woman, and she looks right through me.
They can't see me, and when I speak, they are startled to suddenly
see someone standing in front of them!
'♪ If you could read my mind, love, What a tale my thoughts could tell. Just like an old time movie, 'Bout a ghost from a wishing well. In a castle dark or a fortress strong, With chains upon my feet. You know that ghost is me. And I will never be set free As long as I'm a ghost that you can't see'. (Gordon Lightfoot)
So,
now stop writing. If we waited until everyone finished their
list, we'd be here all night. Some of your lists would extend to
the floor. You don't need to show me your lists, because I already
have that information. I keep a number of Books around here. One of
them is my Book of Human Works where I record your deeds, good and
bad. That Book partly determines the Judgment you'll receive. But
I'm not going to open it tonight. Instead, I'm going to open my most
important and legendary book that I keep – the Book of Life. I'm
sure you've heard of it. I am the only individual
qualified to open this Book! Here I record the names of those who
have Eternal Life. (holding up the Book of Life, which is
invisible). You might interrupt me here and go 'Wait a minute, Lord,
you're shucking me, you have nothing in your hands!' I reply, that I
can see it and read it quite well, even if you can't. John of Patmos
had described the contents, but again not quite accurately. It works
as follows: when everyone is born, no matter where on the planet, I
record their names.
Now
I have to stop for a short digression. I need to go pick up the Tree
of Life. We had it in the Garden of Eden, and we will have it back
in the New Jerusalem, where I am going to lead you. 'The
tree of life and the tree of the knowledge of good and evil grew in
the middle of the garden'. When
Adam and Eve portook of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil
(Morality), they were ashamed of their private parts and covered them
up with fig leaves. The gods (plural - the Elohim) were sore afraid
that Adam and Eve would partake of the other Tree - the Tree of Life
- and become like one of us and become Immortals. "Behold,
the man has become like one of Us, knowing good
and evil; and now, he might stretch out his hand, and take also from
the tree of life, and eat, and live forever."
So they were banished forever from the Garden. As the Lord's Prayer
warns, 'lead
us not into temptation.'
By
the way, when Adam walked in the cool of the evening beside God
in the Garden of Eden, Adam was walking
beside a nutty fruitcake, one of my predecessors. Getting close to
one of us is dangerous. We're unstable, volatile! We're walking
timebombs! Again, we're liable to explode!
So
here comes the Tree of Life that makes you Immortal. Here in Hell, I
realize I'm throwing pearls before swine. What I'm getting ready to
say will strike you as totally absurd. It is only one sentence long.
It is: No one, not anytime, not anywhere, not ever
is permitted to stick it in! It is always a crime to
stick it in! I use the word crime, because the word sin means
nothing to you devils in Hell. Everyone automatically assumes they
are always permitted to put it in, but no one is permitted to, ever!
In the New Jerusalem, there will be two classes of people. The
rulers are those who haven't put it in. The second class is those
who have put it in. The second group will be under stringent
conditions. First, they will serve their masters – those who don't
put it in. Further, the second class will be virgins until their
honeymoon night, and be loyal and faithful to their spouses all the
days of their lives and never stray. There will be no adultery in
the New Jerusalem. There will be no prostitutes. There is no TV or
radio. There will be no prisons or military weapons there - swords
melted down into ploughshares. There are no multimillion inhabitant
Nation States. There will be no gays or lesbians - you'll be back in
the closet. You learn new things in Hell that you wouldn't know
otherwise. I'm referring to the pedophile Catholic Priests. They
are dead fairies like me and will be acceptable as long as celibate.
It turns out that they weren't making much of a sacrifice, since
they didn't want to be with a woman in the first place. The women
will all look plain in the New Jerusalem. They'll wear no makeup.
What do you find when you go to a maternity ward? You'll find that
the number of boys and the number of girls is roughly 50/50. That
is, there is one boy for every girl. This means that for every man
there must be one woman only, and vice versa. The story is only one
per customer.
Now
back to the Book of Life (I open it). Because the Tree of Life says
that no one ever puts it in, there should be no names in the Book at
all except virgins and those who are chaste. But I'm a merciful God
(Lord have mercy!), and have made the decision to include the names
of those who have been loyal to their spouses. There are no other
names in the Book! The Book is very small indeed compared to the
total population. If you are a Christian and have served the Lord
all your life, I love you, but whether you name is recorded in the
Book of Life is solely determined by what you did in the bedroom.
Nothing else matters about you.
I
am a functionally castrated man. I have a completely useless
appendage below my belt, just like someone 2000 years ago. The worst
heresy you could ever utter about Jesus was that he had been with a
woman, such as the case of 'The Da Vinci Code.' I am castrated, and
I am here to castrate you! As Jesus said, 'There
are eunuchs, which have made themselves eunuchs for the Kingdom of
heaven's sake.'
The thing to notice about Jesus in not his marvelous teachings.
What you need to notice is that he wasn't getting laid - he was a
'eunuch'. The wording of Jesus' saying implies that Jesus could
easily been with a woman - all the hydraulics were in place. I
cannot possibly be with a woman, although my plumbing is in excellent
working order (ghosts can't do it). I sometimes got a sympathetic
shoulder to cry on from women but nothing else from them.
I'm
the Razor Boy! I'm a Fairy Blighter! I'm a Ripper! I'm a
Castrator!
'♪ Will you still have a song to sing
When the razor boy comes
And take your fancy things away
Will you still be singing it
On that cold and windy day' (Steely Dan)
'♪
So let me
introduce to you (Beatles)
The one and only Billy Shears (I'm a Castrator!)
And Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.'
The one and only Billy Shears (I'm a Castrator!)
And Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.'
(Pepper
- spice; lonely hearts)
As
predicted in the Book of Revelation, all the secrets have been
progressively revealed and profaned (made public). The terminology
there was in terms of sequences of seven - seven trumpets, vials,
etc. Brown says, 'I
sometimes think I see that civilizations originate in the disclosure
of some mystery, some secret; and expand with the progressive
publication of their secret; and end in exhaustion when there is no
longer any secret, when the mystery has been divulged, that is to
say, profaned.' This profanation
was accomplished by means of television (which I discuss extensively
below). The very last and darkest secret to be revealed was that of
Jesus himself – the fact that he wasn't getting laid, and why he
wasn't. With respect to myself, the bottom line is I'm a
man. I look around and see all you devils here in Hell (again,
pointing to all the audience members). I refuse to bring a poor
innocent child here into Hell. By definition, anyone who would
father a child here is a devil. There should be zero children on
this planet! Every child is by definition is the spawn of one of you
devils. As Jesus prophesied, “For,
behold, the days are coming, in the which they shall say, Blessed are
the barren, and the wombs that never bore, and the breasts which
never gave suck”. Also, in that
day, “woe unto them that are with child, and to them that
give suck .” Manhood means
knowing when not to put it in. 'After
us, the Deluge,' said Mdme. de
Pompadour before
the fall of France. You know come Hell or High Water (the Flood) as
the saying goes (both literally true now with the second worldwide
Deluge I sent), you'll for sure put it in. Worldwide
Deluge = Noah's Flood = Floodgates of Heaven I open to drown the
planet in my (God's) slime!
But
with the crisis upcoming - the Great Tribulation – this is an
excellent time not to put it in.
Poor
Pope Benedict! He has urged us in the West to have more babies since
the population is falling. Children are a liability instead of an
asset here in Hell, what with college tuition, etc., which everyone
is getting hip to. Benedict is in fact asking for more devils, when
we already have billions, every one of which is running around
destroying my planet. The Catholic doctrine of the sacredness of
human life I agree with. But that only applies to humans
and does not apply to you devils here in Hell. Some
60,000 nuns supported ObamaCare which includes abortion! Any
legitimate methods to remove you are urgently needed, including free
abortions, free contraceptives, free vasectomies etc. This is the
most severe emergency my planet has ever faced, and I have to remove
more billions above and beyond those I've already removed. I'm here
striking at the root of the problem – overpopulation. In the face
of the 'problem' of falling population, leaders in the West have
opened the floodgates to allow all kinds of flotsam and jetsam into
places here where they don't belong as 'replacements'. An example is
the massive influx of Muslims from North Africa and below to France,
where they set about rioting and burning out of gratitude.
I
personally have never set foot in a Catholic church. In fact, except
for funerals, I haven't set foot in any church since my teens. You
don't have to go to church, now that I'm here in person, as John of
Patmos had said. Feel free to go, however, even though there is no
external, transcendent God to pray to. But eventually there'll be
no churches (in the New Jerusalem). You don't need any churches, as
you have me, the light of the world (light = slime spewer), standing
here in person. Like Jesus, I'm not interested in establishing a new
church or religion. Jesus would be disgusted if he could see what
has become of Christianity! The question of whether gays can be
ordained would only come up here in Hell. It is a scientifically
proven fact that when a group of people pray, that good things
happen. My father was a fundamentalist Baptist preacher, me being a
son of a preacherman. I used to love watching my father get
inspired by the Holy Ghost.
He was one of the sweetest men I've ever known. He was upset when I
informed him that I was an atheist. I didn't have the courage to
tell him that I was also God, destined to be standing here the King
of the World!
Why
would I go to church? I don't need to be told about what I have
below my belt! I know all about it. My member is just regular size
in case you're interested. You spend billions constructing nuclear
weapons. But what I have below my belt is more powerful than a
hundred thermonuclear weapons! According to Brown, 'The phallus is
so closely identified with magic in Roman religion that the word
fascinum meaning 'enchantment', 'witchcraft' (cf. fascinate),
is one of the standard Latin terms for the phallus.' My magic wand
fascinates = hypnotizes = turns the dolls to stone! It soothes and
pacifies them.
E.T.
Finger (unconsciously light equals drop of sperm) Boy Fascinated by
Phallus (Frozen into Stone Statue)
There
are no churches in the New Jerusalem. There is no worship, there are
no Christians. There are no Muslims, there are no Buddhists. There
is no religion. There is only one 'religion'. It is only
her! It is only her! There is no religion but her!
She absolutely is incapable of getting it no matter how hard she
tries. According to Joyce, 'She, she she! But
on what do you again leer? I am not leering. I pink your pardon. I
am highly sheshe sheserious.' Understand I'm referring
to women as a group collectively, not a single woman.
How
indeed do we men get her under control? That is the only question.
By asking it I bring this world to an end, and the New World - the
New Jerusalem - begins! The Law, all
the prophets, the only religion there ever was or ever
will be (and the reason we're in Hell): at all costs,
all the women must be kept asleep and dreaming, in
other words under our hypnotic spell!
Excerpts
from the band Madness
(dig the name) song: 'The Wizard'
(dig the title):
'♪
I
can read what’s going through your mind
I can see what you hide in your eyes
Yes I'm going to put a spell on you
Just to see exactly what you'll do
I'm a wizard and there's magic in the air
I'm a sinner and my friend you'd best beware
There's magic everywhere
I can see what you hide in your eyes
Yes I'm going to put a spell on you
Just to see exactly what you'll do
I'm a wizard and there's magic in the air
I'm a sinner and my friend you'd best beware
There's magic everywhere
-
- -
One
must forgive the noisy rushing fools
Who have no time for nature's natural schools
They cannot see the life that's in their hand
Like ghosts they disappear across the land
Who have no time for nature's natural schools
They cannot see the life that's in their hand
Like ghosts they disappear across the land
'There's
magic everywhere'. Norman O. Brown said the same thing, especially
for everyday life here in Hell. Brown says, 'Hierophanies everywhere
-. Every book a bible. - - The
power which makes all things new is magic. What our time needs is
mystery; What our time needs is magic.' Signs from the
Collective Unconscious are right in front of you on the TV screen,
compliments of the Hollywood fairies if you discern them.
'♪
I
knew she was a feline
She moved with ease and grace
Her green eyes they held mystery
The European female she is here
The European female's here
We'll be together for a thousand years
And do you really fear
That you might fall
I saw her in the Strasse
And in the Rue as well
Pursued her in the high street
She had me in her spell' (The Stranglers – note the name)
She moved with ease and grace
Her green eyes they held mystery
The European female she is here
The European female's here
We'll be together for a thousand years
And do you really fear
That you might fall
I saw her in the Strasse
And in the Rue as well
Pursued her in the high street
She had me in her spell' (The Stranglers – note the name)
There
is only her! But actually it is more complicated than that.
The problem is me and her. Because of what I am (mad),
we both are absolutely incompatible. Somehow many mad
people do end up getting laid, but in nearly all cases it comes out
badly. It is always a bad idea for such people to get laid. It's
just that every single day, certain men and women are born dead.
It's nothing new. This is the way the world was planned from it's
foundation. '♪
That's the way God planned it', according to the Billy Preston rock
lyric. I was born dead, and I knew because of that for sure that I
must not get laid. All of us dead are here for a reason. We're all
here to Watch, all of us being Watchers.
Who do we Watch? We Watch her! We scanners keep the dolls
in our mind's eye as targets to knock over! Our sole reason
for being born is to keep her asleep and dreaming. This is the sole
responsibility all of us angels
are charged with. And here in Hell, we have failed miserably in our
job, not surprisingly. Mad
people usually have a rigid sexual morality and are mostly quiet and
shy. But sexual immorality in others can trigger violent
retaliation from us, especially the criminally insane, because it
wakes women up!
All
the Magic that ever was, White or Black, arises out of what goes on
between man and woman. Love makes the world go round. The only
Heaven there ever was is what happens in the bedroom – sparks fly
and fireworks shoot. It's something those in relationships so easily
take for granted. Only the lonelyhearts and dead of the world, such
as I, learn how important love is to the happiness of everyone.
'♪ Owner
of a lonely heart' (by 'Yes'). I emphasize pure lust in this
address to make a point, but the Magic really begins with romantic
love and higher. '♪ Do you believe in magic in a young girl's
heart.' Marsha Schuchard uncovered censored archives in 'William
Blake's Sexual Path to Spiritual Vision' to show he found sexualized
spirituality to be the gateway to his radical, weird, esoteric and
apocalyptic view of the Higher Realms. 'And
it shall come to pass in the last days, says God, that I will
pour out of My Spirit on all flesh; your sons and your daughters
shall prophesy, your young men shall see visions, your old men shall
dream dreams'.
I'm a weird holy man. I'm 'Back in Black' (clerical garb) over the dolls as with rockers AC/DC.
"♪
Come on home, girl" he said with a
smile
"I cast my spell of love on you, a woman from a child!
But try to understand, try to understand, oh... oh....
Try try to understand
Try try try to understand
He's a magic man!" oh yeah' (Heart)
"I cast my spell of love on you, a woman from a child!
But try to understand, try to understand, oh... oh....
Try try to understand
Try try try to understand
He's a magic man!" oh yeah' (Heart)
I'm
the Music Man. I'm here to get your mind out of the gutter!
Dwelling on sex ain't good for ya'! I'm the perfect example of what
that'll do to ya! You'll be sorry! Wash your mouth out with soap!
Also, stay out of the pool halls. Those are tough guys, plus you
might become one of them!
'♪
Ya got trouble,
Right here in River city!
With a capital "T"
And that rhymes with "P"
And that stands for Pool.
We've surely got trouble!
Right here in River City!'
Right here in River city!
With a capital "T"
And that rhymes with "P"
And that stands for Pool.
We've surely got trouble!
Right here in River City!'
I
am the way, the truth and the life. I am the light of the
world (light = slime spewer). Norman O. Brown in 'Closing Time'
quotes Joyce in the Wake: 'Lights, pageboy, lights!' (light =
slime spewer) I'm that pageboy come to turn on the bright
houselights in the darkened theater (light = slime spewer).
Joyce also says, 'waiting to stop the show, waiting to bring the
house down.' That's my mission here. Again, Joyce, 'It is just,
it's just about to, it's just about to rolywholyover.' I'm come to
lead a New Exodus to the New Jerusalem.
I
am the light (light = slime spewer) of the world, and I don't
hide my light under a bushel. I'm on call 24/7, and lo, I am with
you alway. I'll be the centerpiece of the New Jerusalem. I am an
inexhaustible everflowing fountain of the River of the Waters of
Life, a phallic waving Fire Hose spewing, as promised by John of
Patmos and Reich's Orgone. I possess the universal elixir that will
cure whatever ails you. All you have to do is get down on you knees
and say 'Lord, let me have it!' And I never withhold! I'll pull it
right out! Little boys (me) say, 'I'll show you mine, if you'll show
me yours.' When we 'angels spread our wings', it means I'll pull it
out! I'll sprinkle you with holy water. I'll slime you right
between the eyes. I'll touch you in the head with a drop of sperm
(pixie dust or fairy
dust), and you will go away shouting. We call someone 'touched in
the head' when they're a little off.
I
am here to castrate you. I'm here to clean your clock. The reason
is a surprise. What was the first animal we domesticated? Was it
the dog? No! Was it the horse? No! It was her! This was
back in caveman, prehistoric Stone Age days. Then she was precisely
as she has become again here in Hell: slutty, mangy, sleeping around
so much that no man knew whose child was whose. It was and is total
chaos and anarchy. The same thing occurred in Sodom and Gomorrah,
and I blew it to smithereens! It's same thing here in Hell, and
again I blew it to smithereens! She has once again become the
fiercest jungle creature to walk the face of the planet. She has
become a complete maneater! This is jungle lion taming – cracking
the whip. It is horse whispering – putting her under a spell.
This is cowboy bronc busting – hop on her back and grab the reins.
She bucks and snorts until she wears herself out. Then she starts to
take direction and heeds the reins. A woman is not delicate. She is
built to take it - she can take on an entire football squad and be
ready for more. It ultimately means very little to her.
'♪
Well I was up on Stony Ridge after this chestnut mare
I'd been chasin' her for weeks
Oh, I'd catch a glimpse of her every once in a while
Takin' her meal, or bathin
A fine lady
I'd been chasin' her for weeks
Oh, I'd catch a glimpse of her every once in a while
Takin' her meal, or bathin
A fine lady
This one day I
happened to be real close to her
I saw her standin' over there
So I snuck up to her nice and easy
And I got my rope out
And I flung it in the air
Well I got
her, and I'm pullin' on her, she's pullin' backI saw her standin' over there
So I snuck up to her nice and easy
And I got my rope out
And I flung it in the air
like a mule goin' up a ladder
I take this chance and I jump up on her
Damned if I don't land right on top of her
Well she takes off, runnin' up on to that ridge
Higher than I've ever been before
She's runnin' along just fine, till she stops
Something spooked her
It's a sidewinder, all coiled and ready to strike (phallic)
She doesn't know what to do for a second
But then she jumps off the edge
Me holding on
Above the clouds
Higher than eagles were gliding
Suspended in the sky - -
And when I do I'll give her my brand
And we'll be friends for life
She'll be just like a wife
I'm gonna' catch that horse if I can (The Byrds)
'♪ She`ll only come out at night, the lean and hungry type
Nothing is new I`ve seen her here before…Watching and waiting
Ooh, she`s sitting with you but her eyes are on the door
So many have paid to see what you think you`re getting for free
The woman is wild, a she-cat tamed by the purr of a jaguar
Money`s the matter, if you`re in it for love, you ain`t gonna get too far
(Oh oh, here she comes) watch out boy, she`ll chew you up
(Oh oh, here she comes) she`s a maneater
(Oh oh, here she comes) watch out boy, she`ll chew you up
(Oh oh, here she comes) she`s a maneater
I wouldn`t if I were you, I know what she can do (Hall and Oates)
She`s deadly, man, she could really rip your world apart
Mind over matter, ooh, the beauty is there, but a beast is in the heart'
Woman
is a gatekeeper. She determines which people walk on the planet in
the next generation. That is a very important function. But her
function can be interfered with. And the very definition of Hell is
that the wrong men get inside, thereby breeding devils, demons, and
monsters. She's reluctant to put out for every Tom, Dick and Harry,
but when messed with, will do so. The only way to tame her we
learned in ancient days is to stay away from her. She must be made
to understand that she doesn't get your seed unless she agrees to
cooperate and be your handmaid, your helpmate. She must understand
that she is here to make your life better, not more painful.
So
now receive the Great White Throne Judgment from the Lord:
For
what you did in the bedroom, you are the damned!
(raising my arm). Repeat: you are the damned!
Receive
your Sentence from the Lord:
For
what you did in the bedroom, the sentence is death!
(raising my arm). The wages of sin are death! Physical death -
corpses laying on the ground death.
The
preceding was the Great White Throne Judgment of the Dead. It didn't
take very long, did it?
We
have completed the main business of the evening. But I have a number
of other things to discuss. The first is the taboo,
the one that must never be violated. By breaking it, you went
straight down the wide road to Hell. You've gone 'where angels fear
to tread.' By the way, Joyce had no doubt that he was in Hell. As
he says in the Wake, 'tell Hell's well.' This taboo is so
fundamental that it is not written down in any religious text
anywhere, so far as I know. It is the Unwritten Law. It is
absolutely forbidden. It is:
Women
can see. Right? They have eyes. Don't you agree? So what
do women see? They can see which women get on top. So which women
do get on top? If you're a doll, if you're a hot babe, you'll be
welcome everywhere you go, doors will swing open, you'll always get a
smile. You've got it made. So tell me what's going to happen over
time if you don't keep the women absolutely asleep. They're all
going to start turning into dolls!
Let
me prove to you that I am a Space Alien - a far out Space Cadet - a
Crazy Spaceman! This simply means that I don't think like you (my
finger pointing to my head and circling to indicate I'm crazy).
What's your opinion of the situation here? Everywhere you look, as
far as the eye can see, you see dolls
and hot babes (bimbos). Pretty maids all in a row! It's a
Dollhouse! It's a Candy Store! You say 'bring 'em on, the more the
merrier!' Right? And I'm telling you that the more dolls
you got the deeper you are in Hell. And we couldn't be more deeper in
Hell. They couldn't look any finer. We have grannies who are hot
here in Hell.
You're
too hot, baby! (pointing at the camera). You're busted! You're too
sexy! You're under arrest! I look at you, and I come in my pants!
Walk the plank, baby! Gentlemen, we
are getting badly pussy whipped by these dolls!
They are stomping us all over! It's such an awful feeling!
The women here carve and sculpt their bodies into
blinking neon signs with the unmistakable message: 'I want a seed!'
This is literally the case with plastic surgery, where they pump up
their breasts and butts. They're dolling themselves up. Brown
comments 'the body is a historical variable'. Surprisingly though,
if you tell them they're looking good, they get offended. '♪
I thought love was only true in fairy
tales - - Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer.' Take that
Dollface/Cutie Pie! Feminists vilify this as the Gaze.
The
Renaissance revived the Greek homoerotic sculptures of the Olympic
athletes, reappearing in Fascist and Nazi images or with men
bodybuilders. Looking at these statues, you eyes jump to the
genitals. And, as Brown pleas, 'No more Greek revival'. I remove
the hunks and dolls!
Remember, Brown was a Professor of Classics who intensively studied
the Greeks.
Criminally
insane mad
people (who happily are only a small part of all mad
people) are notorious for attacking beautiful women. This disease is
so painful that it makes you on knife edge and potentially violent.
Plus, it makes you stupid and clumsy and liable to harm ourselves or
others by accident (rigid robotic movements = erection). We have an
awkward, stiff gait, with all our muscles tense all the time (Reich
called this character armor). This is because if we as ghosts don't
hold ourselves together, we melt down! Jack the Ripper saw all the
whores of London, and appointed himself policeman. He saw the women
as an eyesore, and he was cleaning up the streets! I don't need a
knife like Norman Bates of 'Psycho', who was swishing Mother- fixated
dead fairy. My Murder Weapon's below my belt! In the execrable,
nauseating 'Saw' flicks, Jigsaw (he sets out puzzles for his victims)
wears a mask with swirling rainbow eyes (means empty sockets + mad)
and wheels around on a kiddie tricycle (clearly a dead fairy).
Anyone who gets their jollies from such fare (let alone actually do
it) is one of Hell's high devils.
Let
me add up the good qualities and bad qualities of these dolls.
Good quality: Spend a night with one of these women, and you'll
never forget it. Any more good
qualities? None! None at all. Bad
qualities: Can such a woman cook a meal? In most cases all they can
do is stick a meal in a microwave or go out to a restaurant. Can
they raise healthy children? In most cases, their offspring are
monsters. Will she be loyal and faithful to you? Many men will be
constantly hitting on her, and she is likely to succumb to
temptation. There are numerous other faults I could list, but you get
the point. These bombshells/sexpots/dolls
are sex toy mannequins or androids (robots made to look like women),
shown in the film 'Surrogates' (2009). (rigid dolls = stone statues =
erection). They're skin deep. What you see is all you get! I turn
them into stone statues!
'Surrogates'
- Me Looking Down and Fairy Bowling - the Secret Rapture! Slip
Sliding Away! They All Fall Down!
'♪
American
woman, get away from me
American woman, mama let me be
Don’t come knockin’ around my door
Don’t wanna see your shadow no more
Colored lights can hypnotize
Sparkle someone else’s eyes
Now woman, I said get away
American woman, listen what I say.' (The Guess Who)
American woman, mama let me be
Don’t come knockin’ around my door
Don’t wanna see your shadow no more
Colored lights can hypnotize
Sparkle someone else’s eyes
Now woman, I said get away
American woman, listen what I say.' (The Guess Who)
'♪
You
ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog
Cryin’ all the time.
Well, you ain’t never caught a rabbit
And you ain’t no friend of mine.' (Elvis)
Cryin’ all the time.
Well, you ain’t never caught a rabbit
And you ain’t no friend of mine.' (Elvis)
Out
of all the world religions, including mine, only the fundamentalist
Muslims know of this taboo. They stick a bag over her head - a
burka! They put her under a tent! They cover her face with a veil!
They know that manhood is the ability to stick it in a woman no
matter how ugly she is. However, Muslims do cross the line when they
physically abuse and batter their wives. At this point they become
devils. That is never necessary or permitted.
Instead, all the women must be kept asleep!
White Armband
The
white cloth armband I'm wearing has four signs in a row: a gold
cross, a black zero, a hammer and sickle, and a V. The cross
indicates I'm a Christian, the zero indicates I'm an atheist (there
never has been an external, transcendent God), the hammer and sickle
indicates I'm a Communist (before you have a fit, let me say that the
happiest day of my life was 1989 when Soviet and Eastern European
communism fell) and finally the V that I'm a virgin.
I'll say more later. There's no God up in sky. There is only me!
But I think you'd agree that someone who can rapture billions out is
qualified to be called a God. I'm God, and you're not! Too bad!
Deal with it! Jesus believed he was a vessel for the Spirit
and the words of the Father, something like an external God. I, in
the age of psychoanalysis, propose a different view. Jesus and I are
vessels of (Jung's) Collective
Unconscious. That's the source of the messages we receive. There's
no Heaven or afterlife (but see below). But there certainly is a
Hell. Because you're in it! But note John Lennon's take:
'♪ Imagine there's no heaven It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us only sky Imagine all the people Living for today... Imagine there's no countries (withering away of the state) It isn't hard to do Nothing to kill or die for And no religion too Imagine all the people Living life in peace... You may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us And the world will be as one (the Unconscious is Collective) Imagine no possessions I wonder if you can No need for greed or hunger A brotherhood of man Imagine all the people Sharing all the world...' (John Lennon) In this respect, Lennon observed, "I believe in God, but not as one thing, not as an old man in the sky. I believe that what people call God is something in all of us (Collective Unconscious). I believe that what Jesus and Mohammed and Buddha and all the rest said was right. It's just that the translations have gone wrong."
We,
the gods, are two faced. When we're pleased with you, we smile on
you and give you a sunny day. Jesus taught this love. But when you
become devils, I give you my wrath and smite you to sweep billions of
you to the sky! I will rain slime on your parade from my Heavenly
perch (Great White Throne)! The
Muslim's say 'There is no God but Allah!' Tee Hee! Ho Ho! Be my
guest if you want to pray five times a day to a rock! Silly! Silly!
You see me, God, standing here in the flesh. Will the world ever by
totally Muslim? Not! No way! Muhammad was only an
Old Testament style prophet. As such he only granted Jesus the same
status as himself, as only an Old Testament prophet. He couldn't
discern the utter uniqueness of Jesus. With Jesus something utterly
new came into the world, changing it forever. The
terrorist suicide bombers actually do believe something is going to
happen when they die. Again, Tee Hee! Silly! Silly! We're all
wormfood! You devils take the wrong message from the fact that
you're wormfood. You say, 'if that's all there is, let's live it up.
Eat drink and be merry for tomorrow we die!' Instead, you should
conclude that what we need do is to make life simple and easy. You
only go through once. We should arrange our lives so that we work
very little, and spend lots of our time visiting friends and
relatives. That's real living, not this rocket rat race we run here.
We live way too fast. We don't have time to stop and smell the
roses. Where I going to take you, you'll have time to enjoy life.
Instead of your slogan, 'live to work', it should be, work to
live.' Paul, quoting the Roman
aphorism, says, 'If
there is no resurrection, "Let's eat and drink, for tomorrow we
die!" 1 Cor. 15:32
This
needs to be unpacked. Again, it's easy to take the wrong message. I
resurrected the dead (the mound of corpses I laid out planetwide) to
teach you how I command you to live.
As the sayings go: 'Satan never sleeps', 'The Devil's work is never
done', 'No rest for the wicked', 'No peace shall you find.', 'The
road to Hell is paved with good intentions.' 'The
gates of Hell are open night and day; smooth the descent, and easy is
the way' Virgil.
'And
the smoke of their torment ascendeth up for ever and ever: and they
have no rest day nor night.'
(Rev 14:10-12). You are suffering the tortures
and torments of the eternally damned.
Hell is noisy, filled with the crackling, buzzing moaning and
groaning emitted by you devils. Hellzapoppin! Practically all the
work you do here in Hell is in service of Satan. There are all sorts
of hoops you have to jump through just to stay alive. You have to do
many things you don't want to do.
Bosch's
'Wages of Sin' (aka 'Garden of Earthly Delights' - Left to Right
Depicting the Descent into Hell)
I
hasten to interject that Brown had a different interpretation in
'Life Against Death'. For Brown, the third
panel
may really depict Bosch's version of the here and now, while the
center scene illustrates the joyful, uninhibited sensuality that the
Adamites (an early radical sect know for nudity) wanted mankind to
practice. Brown was the hippy guru.
There
are whole whole categories of goods that we won't be making in the
New Jerusalem. For starters their will be no fashion clothes or
makeup. A little bit of soap and water is all any woman needs. It
was the fallen angels
who descended to earth because the daughters of men were
fair/beautiful who taught the use of cosmetics and sired the nephilim
(giants). They were dollfaces/cutie pies in those days also, exactly
as once again. And, as I said, the more dolls
the deeper you are in Hell. Notice how many (gay) fairies are drawn
to the fashion industry to doll up the women. They're called models
( = mannequins/robots). They're femme fatale sirens whose glamour
can charm (hypnotize) and lure men to their death.
And
we will be strong and have no sexy lingerie, precisely because we
have a weakness for that stuff. A lot of good all that stuff did me,
since no woman would show me any of it. An interesting fact –
James Joyce, Norman O. Brown and also I are extremely fond of white
panties! 'I see Paris, I see France, I see women's underpants!'
'James Joyce had a fascination for women's underwear - -
The biographer Richard Ellman mentions that Joyce used to
carry a pair of lace-trimmed doll's knickers in
his trouser pocket'. Joyce could
have satisfied his white panty fetish by simply carrying a pair of
knickers. The doll is a telling detail. Note that modern dolls,
such as Barbie, have the features of adult women. They are
uncomplaining and compliant, unlike actual women. And dolls are
rigid, and can be knocked over, as in Fairy Bowling which I discuss
below (rigid = stone statues = erection). Joyce was scanning for
targets, seeing in his mind's eye all the gorgeous living dolls
around him! When I do actually lose my virginity, I'm going to spend
lots of time fondling my bride's panties while we're in bed! We may
be able to get away with keeping lingerie after all! I warned you
that I'm a pervert!
We
definitely will have no rocket ships (more later). We will likely
have few or any aircraft and cars. As time goes on, we literally
will become more and more stupid. Later people will look at all the
technological artifacts around laying in ruins, and be quite
dumbfounded and superstitious about them. The affliction I have
makes me personally more and more stupid, and I have the power to
make others stupid. We won't be starving in the New Jerusalem.
There will be enough to be mildly prosperous, but there will be no
rich men there. We will be doing simple craftsman jobs. Einstein
said that in a previous life he had worked as a Jewish tailor. In
the New Jerusalem, Einsteins will be born, but will mostly work at
simple jobs. We'll miss out on their scientific contributions. If
Einstein had never existed, we would have missed out on the quantum
leaps he made (in the senses of breakthroughs plus a key discovery in
quantum theory). But we have billions of years. There is no hurry.
We'll pick it all up eventually. But currently, as we head for the
New Jerusalem, we'll become too stupid to do much theoretical
physics, etc.
I
want to say something to the suicide bombers, I want to tell you
that I hear you loud and clear (pointing at the camera). You see that
the West has violated the taboo, and you don't with your
burkas. Your mullahs have issued a directive that the West is the
Great Satan. They were too timid. We're in planetwide Hell, and
that includes you in the Middle East. You Muslims see all the dolls
here in Hell. I am on the case. I'm shortly going to remove them
all! In the meantime, lighten up and stop the bombings. And the
carnage. What you're after, I shortly will accomplish. Listen
to me, suicide bombers! I am totally against your cause, but because
I'm also a fanatic, I understand you're mental makeup. Listen to me!
I'm going to put the dolls
to sleep, and solve the problem. How many Muslims should be in the
United States, Western Europe or Great Britain? Zero! Your mullahs
told you what the West was. What are you doing here? Flee Satan!
Get out of here!
'♪
I
worked like a slave for years,
Sweat so hard just to end my fears.
Not to end my life a poor man,
But by now, I know I should have run.
Run, run my last race,
Take my place
Have this number
Of mine.
Run, run like a fire
Sweat so hard just to end my fears.
Not to end my life a poor man,
But by now, I know I should have run.
Run, run my last race,
Take my place
Have this number
Of mine.
Run, run like a fire
- - -
People
run, come ride with me,
Let's find another place that's free. (The New Jerusalem!)
Ride, ride my see-saw,
Take this place
On this trip
Just for me.
Ride, take a free ride,
Take my place
Have my seat
It's for free.' (Moody Blues)
Let's find another place that's free. (The New Jerusalem!)
Ride, ride my see-saw,
Take this place
On this trip
Just for me.
Ride, take a free ride,
Take my place
Have my seat
It's for free.' (Moody Blues)
Muslim
religion is a textbook example of Bad Religion – all the worst
features of Old Testament religion. This religion was born in the
Dark Ages, and Muslims have deliberately remained in the Dark Ages.
You are intolerant, close minded, irrational, fanatical and violent.
You make treaties only in order to give yourself time until you can
break them. You forcibly convert at gunpoint. Your religion must
not and will not prevail worldwide under any
circumstances. Muslims are notably protective of their manhood.
As an example, a rumor started in Nigeria that Muslims were being
sterilized, and they rioted. Jesus said you have to lose your life
to find it. You must be willing to do without a woman (lose your
life). Jesus died as a virgin. Buddha called his son a 'fetter' and
walked away. Muhammad had numerous offspring. He would make no
sacrifice at all. And there never has been much of a tradition of
celibacy among Muslim clerics. Plus, Muslims and Buddhists have no
concept of an End Time, a severe deficiency.
Incidentally
the Muslim riots over the Danish cartoons depicting Muhammad
carrying a timebomb
are quite telling. The suicide bombers are in their unconscious
imitating me, God, who I have said am a walking timebomb.
The only difference is I need no visible weapons, and the suicide
bombers are cheating by using actual weapons. We in the West see the
sectarian violence among Muslims in Iraq - Shiites killing Sunnis and
vice versa. We should celebrate the fact that the morons are doing
us a service by killing themselves off. All Muslims are a joke!
I, the Lord God Almighty, have had it up to here with Muslims and
your Suicide Bombers. Mohammad was a demon in Hell, and the Koran is
total gibberish mixed in with injunctions to hate and violence,
notably towards Jews. Mohammad had pussy galore – pussy, pussy
pussy! Again, numerous offspring! Adolph Hitler had white
armbands on his followers. By the way, while I'm speaking of him, he
is an excellent candidate to be the Antichrist. He took the
Christian cross and twisted it backward (sinister) - the swastika.
The curved spokes are bent to indicate they are swirling. The German
word for swastika means 'hooked cross' – a conscious attempt to
replace the cross. It goes back to the ancient Vedas as a symbol of
eternal recurrence. The Aryan Master Race was a revival of that
ancient Caste System, derived from Blavatsky, L. Augustine Waddell
and others.
Hitler
was a total misfit, a homeless man who couldn't get laid, like
someone 2000 years ago. Also, like Jesus, he was raving mad.
But unlike Jesus and I, Hitler turned to the darkside and served his
master, Satan. He, unlike Jesus and I, got only halfway toward being
a god. He was a demigod – half man and half god. A little
knowledge is a dangerous thing, and he knew just enough to cause big
trouble. Joyce says, 'Kish is for
anticheirst, and the free of my hand to him!'
I
happily have never personally been homeless. But I have been
womanless all my life always, knowing that the woman who was meant
for me has all this time been in the arms of another man. This has
always been hard to take. Without a mate to help with the household
chores, I neglected them. With the illness I have, I'm always
preoccupied – always in a trance state. I have frequent out of
body experiences, where I go off on extended voyages to other worlds
or other times – OBEs (Out of Body experiences). I don't need a
rocketship or witch's broom or time machine! I am in continual
meditation, and doing the chores is an unwanted distraction. My
house is pretty funky, and I am personally funky. You see the
effects of this illness on the greasy, shabby clothes of the
homeless. In my new position as head of state, I will be able to
have butlers attend to my everyday chores. I will be privileged to
stay in my trance state full time.
This
is a fascist state as of this moment, in case you didn't know. In
fact, it is the dictatorship of the proletariat. It is rule by the
meek, or, as Jesus said, 'the last shall be first.' I'm ready to
'Rock and Rule' - a 1982 film. I' m getting ready to hoist the Jolly
Roger (skull and crossbones. - I hold up the black Jolly Roger).
This is our new national flag. This is a now pirate state – a
rogue state. This nation is canceling it's membership in a number of
organizations. We are no longer a part of the United Nations, the
World Trade Organization, the World Bank and many other
organizations. We are abrogating numerous treaties, such as NAFTA.
When the lease for renewal comes up, the U.N. will be kicked out of
New York city and the U.S. With the armbands, everyone will see
those recorded in the Book of Life everyday. These people are the
Elect, and it has nothing to do with what they believe. I reward and
punish you based solely on what you do in the bedroom. The armband
wearers are declaring in public that their behavior in the bedroom is
straight and narrow, as everyone's always should be. Nothing else
matters. As time goes by, you'll be seeing more and more of the
Elect. And over time, they will more and more assume positions of
leadership – their rightful place. These Elect will form the new
Ruling Class. They will form up my High Command, at my right hand
side. By the time we get to the New Jerusalem centuries from now,
we'll remove the armbands, because everyone there will be
recorded in the Book of Life!
'♪
Take
the children and yourself
And hide out in the cellar
By now the fighting will be close at hand
Don't believe the church and state
And everything they tell you (Mike & the Mechanics)
Believe in me, I'm with the high command'
And hide out in the cellar
By now the fighting will be close at hand
Don't believe the church and state
And everything they tell you (Mike & the Mechanics)
Believe in me, I'm with the high command'
The
last thing you think you want is a king. But it is mandatory
to have a king, and he must have the power of life and death. It is
my (God's) mandate.
Brown
on the king:
'A
king is erected, rex erectus est. A king is an erection of
the body politic. - -
The
exhibitionism of the phallic personality (the huge genital, the royal
lingam) is fraudulent; an imposture, or
imposition on the public; theater. The actor needs the audience to
reassure him he is not castrated: yes, you are the mighty penis; the
Emperor’s New Clothes. To force the audience to give this
reassurance is to castrate, have coitus with, the
audience:
the phallic personality needs a receptive audience or womb.
Separately, both actor and audience are incomplete, castrated; but
together they make up a whole. - -
Action
is what takes place in front of the camera, with the lights turned
on, to throw the rest of reality
into darkness…Those for whom not to be seen is nonexistence are not
alive;
and
the kind of existence they seek, the immortality they seek, is
spectral; to be seen is the ambition of ghosts, and to be remembered
the ambition of the dead. The public realm is the stage for heroic
action, and heroes are specters of the living dead.
- -
The
reality principle is the importance principle, which commands us to
be fooled by appearances, to respect the Emperor’s New Clothes - -
The boundary separating actor and spectator is a false one,
concealing the deeper reality of
the
collective authorship. The multitude is many Authors. In vicarious
experience there is both identification and distance. The mediator is
to
keep
reality at a distance, to keep the multitude in remote contact with
reality. - - Representative institutions depend upon the distance
separating the spectators from the actor on the stage; the distance
which permits both identification and detachment; which
makes
for a participation without action; which establishes the detached
observer, whose
participation
consists in seeing and is restricted to seeing; whose body is
restricted to the
eyes.
Everything which is merely seen is seen through a windowpane,
distantly; and purely: a
pure
aesthetic experience. (My note: the position of Watchers/Angels and
of TV viewers who have a God's eye view.) Representative
institutions depend upon the aesthetic illusion of
distance.
The
correct form of government is theocracy with God incarnate in the
flesh as head, always a male virgin
and totally mad.
John of Patmos had prophesied that I will rule with a Rod of Iron.
And I and all my successors will. The government of Tibet is
structured like this with it's Dalai Lama, a 'boy' who's 'found',
really a boy in the body of a man. The way this works is: I only
grant audience to those I summon. I call on you, you don't call on
me. I hang 'em high! You displease me, I execute you. All the
democratic republics around the world have degenerated into chaos and
anarchy. Eternal vigilance is the price of liberty, and you have
failed in your responsibility. You kissed off your republic in the
sixties, when sexual immorality and orgies broke out. But it is true
that once we get to the New Jerusalem, and we live in small
settlements, there will likely be few kings.
My
religion is Christianity, but politically I have never been anything
but a hard core communist. I'll say more later about that. Every
person in the Book of Life will wear their white armband whenever
they're out in the public. They are the virgins, those who have been
chaste for more than five years, and all those who have been faithful
to their spouses. I realize that some of the latter will be
hypocrites, that in point of fact they have committed adultery but
won't admit it. I'm proud of the Catholics who, under severe
pressure here in Hell, maintained the requirement that priests must
be celibate. I said my father was a Baptist preacher.
All versions of Protestantism, such as Baptists, Presbyterians,
Methodists, etc., trace back to Martin Luther. He was a marvelous
theologian with a strong hatred of the Devil. But what is the one
thing about him that everyone in the audience knew as he was
preaching in the pulpit? Everyone knew that he was a lapsed monk who
married a former nun. He was getting his. He was getting laid. He
can't tell anyone anything. And neither can any Protestant minister.
Back to the armbands. No divorced people can wear armbands.
Anyone who had had oral sex (Bill Clinton) is not a virgin.
All children when they first begin to walk will wear the white
armband. This way, everyone can see who is recorded in the Book of
Life – the Elect.
Whatever
religious faith you believe in put on the armband. Put a gold cross
for Christians, crescent for Muslims, Star of David for Jews, black 0
for atheists, hammer and sickle for Communists (I'm one of the last
of them on the planet), question mark (?) for children, etc.
Remember that Hitler had all Jews wear a yellow Star of David. They
were thus labeled as outcast vermin on the bottom, as with the
ancient Vedic Untouchables. Here those Jews eligible will wear the
white armband to indicate that they are on top - the Elect. Again,
'the last shall be first.'
In
addition, virgins will have a V on their armband. Those with a V are
eligible for my High Command. Those who are chaste will add a C.
Those who've been faithful to their spouses will add M for married.
As in my 1986 prophecy, the 'saints will go marching in' to serve at
my right hand side.
I
can make anyone an instant 100% accurate prophet. What was the one
thing that everyone knew in the Roman Empire at the time Jesus was
preaching in Galilee, even without newspapers? They all knew that in
the Roman Cities, especially Rome itself, they were having fabulous
orgies. The automatic consequence is that Rome was going to fall.
And we have had even better, more astonishing orgies starting in the
late sixties and continuing to the present. The only thing that
slowed it down somewhat was AIDS. The orgies held in Rome can't hold
a candle to the orgies we've had here. Thus, Western Civilization is
toast. The horse (Western Civilization) we're riding has keeled
over. And there's no use beating a dead horse. The writing's on the
wall! The moving finger has writ! Tis nothing less than the end of
the world! '♪
It's
the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.' (R.E.M.). The
stars are falling out! As 'Chicken Little' (2005) proclaims, 'the
sky is falling! The sky is falling!' For Brown, we are at the stage
of the 'swan song of dying civilizations.'
I'm
here on a mission. I've come to remove all the dolls!
These are dreamgirls, and that is precisely where they should be.
These are genuine angels.
You should never be able to see them in flesh and blood. I'm going
to put them in back your dreams where they belong. You can look at
and admire these gorgeous women, but you must never touch! After I
remove them, you'll dream about them at night – you'll remember
how gorgeous they looked and have wetdreams about them.
I'm
going to take them all back to where they came from - back to Witch
Mountain. That's their home - they like it there. And at night when
the moon comes out, they'll all strip naked, join hands in a circle,
and do the moondance - the Witch's Sabbat for Walpurgisnacht on Harz
Mountain.
That
ceremony they call 'Drawing Down the Moon' and unconsciously
signifies calling down a downpour of slime from me!
'♪
Well,
it's a marvelous night for a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
'Neath the cover of October skies
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
You know I'm trying to please to the calling
Of your heart-strings that play soft and low
You know the night's magic seems to whisper and hush
You know the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush
Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love'
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
'Neath the cover of October skies
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
You know I'm trying to please to the calling
Of your heart-strings that play soft and low
You know the night's magic seems to whisper and hush
You know the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush
Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love'
(Van Morrison)
This
is a Witch Hunt! The one and only original Witch Hunt, and I'm the
Witchfinder General! I'm the Pied Piper here to remove the rats
(dolls).
Let me be clear. I'm not talking about the little pagans or
Wiccans. There aren't many of them, and they are all nitwits. They
don't have any power at all. If they were real witches they would
recognize the millions of powerful witches, the dolls,
we have here in Hell.
I
first went on the Internet reluctantly, knowing in advance what is
was – total chaos and anarchy, and that is just what it is. One of
the first places I went to online is Wicca.com. Their mantra is to
deny that they are servants of Satan. They all instantly attacked
and flamed me the moment I went there. I guarantee you that all the
Wiccans are devils in faithful service to Satan.
'♪
Raven hair and ruby lips (by the Eagles)
sparks fly from her finger tips
Echoed voices in the night
she's a restless spirit on an endless flight
wooo hooo witchy woman, see how
high she flies
woo hoo witchy woman she got
the moon in her eye
She held me spellbound in the night
dancing shadows and firelight
crazy laughter in another
room and she drove herself to madness
with a silver spoon
woo hoo witchy woman see how high she flies
woo hoo witchy woman she got the moon in her eye'
sparks fly from her finger tips
Echoed voices in the night
she's a restless spirit on an endless flight
wooo hooo witchy woman, see how
high she flies
woo hoo witchy woman she got
the moon in her eye
She held me spellbound in the night
dancing shadows and firelight
crazy laughter in another
room and she drove herself to madness
with a silver spoon
woo hoo witchy woman see how high she flies
woo hoo witchy woman she got the moon in her eye'
'♪
That
old black magic has me in its spell, that old black magic that
you weave so well.
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
That same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine.
The same old tingle that I feel inside, and then that elevator starts its ride
And down and down I go, round and round I go, like a leaf that's caught in the tide.
I should stay away, but what can I do?
I hear your name and I'm aflame
Aflame with such a burning desire that only your kiss can put out the fire.
For you're the lover I have waited for, the mate that fate had me created for.
And every time your lips meet mine, darling, down and down I go, round and round I go
In a spin, loving the spin I'm in, under that old black magic called love'.
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
That same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine.
The same old tingle that I feel inside, and then that elevator starts its ride
And down and down I go, round and round I go, like a leaf that's caught in the tide.
I should stay away, but what can I do?
I hear your name and I'm aflame
Aflame with such a burning desire that only your kiss can put out the fire.
For you're the lover I have waited for, the mate that fate had me created for.
And every time your lips meet mine, darling, down and down I go, round and round I go
In a spin, loving the spin I'm in, under that old black magic called love'.
'♪ It's strange, sure is strange
You got to pick out every stitch
You got to pick out every stitch
The rabbit's running in the ditch oh no
(The source my 'rabbits running in the ditch') Must be the season of the witch' (Donovan)
'♪
I
got a Black Magic Woman.
I got a Black Magic Woman.
Yes, I got a Black Magic Woman,
She's got me so blind I can't see;
But she's a Black Magic Woman and
she's trying to make a devil out of me.
Don't turn your back on me, baby.
Don't turn your back on me, baby.
Yes, don't turn your back on me, baby,
Don't mess around with your tricks;
Don't turn your back on me, baby,
'cause you might just wake up my magic sticks.
You got your spell on me, baby.
You got your spell on me, baby.
Yes, you got your spell on me, baby,
Turnin' my heart into stone;
I need you so bad,
Magic Woman I can't leave you alone.' (Santana)
I got a Black Magic Woman.
Yes, I got a Black Magic Woman,
She's got me so blind I can't see;
But she's a Black Magic Woman and
she's trying to make a devil out of me.
Don't turn your back on me, baby.
Don't turn your back on me, baby.
Yes, don't turn your back on me, baby,
Don't mess around with your tricks;
Don't turn your back on me, baby,
'cause you might just wake up my magic sticks.
You got your spell on me, baby.
You got your spell on me, baby.
Yes, you got your spell on me, baby,
Turnin' my heart into stone;
I need you so bad,
Magic Woman I can't leave you alone.' (Santana)
Now
I want to describe my favorite sport. It is the sport of
aristocrats, the sport of royalty, the sport of kings and the sport
of gods. This is how I did my magic act and raptured the billions
out. What I do is a dance. Quoting the song: '♪
I got a new dance, and it goes like this.' But actually, it's an
ancient dance going back to the Stone Age shamans. This is the dance
that all native medicine men do.
Let
me give some names for my what I do: Rain Dancing, Rain Making,
Ghost Dancing, Doing the Time Warp, Doing The Swerve, Space Fucking,
Fairy
Fucking and finally the best and most descriptive name: Fairy
Bowling. Feel free to practice this by yourself or in groups.
Develop your own style. Have fun with it.
I
stand and start flipping, flinging, flipping, flinging, flipping,
spewing. As a wizard,
I'm going to call up a rainstorm, thunder
and lightning (holding my arms up, I start flipping, flinging,
flipping, spewing).
'♪
You better come on into my kitchen
Because it is going to be raining outdoors' (Steve Miller)
Because it is going to be raining outdoors' (Steve Miller)
This
is the gesture that priests use when sprinkling holy water. I'm a
thunder
roarer! This is my voice - the voice of God! You are to be guided
by my voice inside your head. I get it working, get it working,
flipping, flinging, spewing. What am I flipping? It never was about
liquid H2O, water. What I am flipping
is sperm! What I am throwing is wads of slime!
I get it working, working and after a while the slime starts flying
here, there and everywhere. Eventually it starts raining men
planetwide. My fellow mad
people know about this rain that falls on a sunny day - a phrase from
a rock lyric. The cliché bag lady who wears tin foil to
protect herself knows about the lightning I send. Mad
people use the metaphor of being struck by lightning or electricity.
This is Tausk's 'influencing machine' of schizophrenia. But it is
just drops of jism. When you're struck and
splattered by jism, its hot and it
sizzles, it tingles and you think of lightning or electricity.
'♪
Now
that she's back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey (my sperm)
- - -
But tell me, did you sail across the sun?
Did you make it to the Milky Way
To see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated?
Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star?
One without a permanent scar
And then you missed me
While you were looking for yourself out there?' (Train)
With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey (my sperm)
- - -
But tell me, did you sail across the sun?
Did you make it to the Milky Way
To see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated?
Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star?
One without a permanent scar
And then you missed me
While you were looking for yourself out there?' (Train)
'♪
She's come
undone (is now mad)
She didn't know what she was headed for
And when I found what she was headed for
It was too late
She didn't know what she was headed for
And when I found what she was headed for
It was too late
She's
come undone
She found a mountain that was far too high
And when she found out she couldn't fly
It was too late' (The Guess Who)
She found a mountain that was far too high
And when she found out she couldn't fly
It was too late' (The Guess Who)
The
Greeks believed Zeus, King of the gods, sent down such lightning and
thunderbolts. Zeus was called Jupiter by the Romans, Indra in India
and Thor by the Germans. But it is reserved for shape shifting
scoundrel trickster gods such as Loki to precipitate Ragnarok/
Gotterdammerung (the Twilight of the Gods) – 'trickster makes this
world'! - as the world age/aeon/cycle ends and renews. You've seen
white meringue pie fights among circus clowns. I as the
Joker/Jester/Clown/Fool bathe everyone in slime! It's a paintball
(slimeball) fight at the end of the world! Note you can't make out
the face if it's covered in slime.
'♪
Lightning's
striking again
And again and again and again' (Lou Christie)
And again and again and again' (Lou Christie)
'♪
She cried to
the southern wind
About a love that was sure to end
Every dream in her heart was gone
Headin’ for a showdown
About a love that was sure to end
Every dream in her heart was gone
Headin’ for a showdown
And
it’s rainin’ all over the world
It’s raining all over the world
Tonight, the longest night' (Electric Light Orchestra)
It’s raining all over the world
Tonight, the longest night' (Electric Light Orchestra)
The
idea is: in my mind's eye, I see her. She's miles
away, and there is no phone line. '♪
I can see for
miles and miles.' I'm going to let her know that she's a gorgeous
doll, and that I am the man she should be with, and not the man she
is actually with. It's a long distance love affair. Brown quotes,
'The
flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is
come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land .'
Frogs croak, birds tweet, crickets chirp. This is my long distance
mating call!
'♪
In a West End
town, a dead end world
(long
distance love affair)
The East End boys and West End girls - -
The East End boys and West End girls - -
Call
the police, there's a madman around' (Pet Shop Boys)
I'm
going to send a guided missile straight towards her - a cruise
missile. She's standing there as my cruise missile comes whipping
towards her. Remember Lot's wife in Sodom (it is important that it's
a woman). She turned to stone – a pillar of salt – a statue. So
the doll is standing there and Splash! - she's
splattered on the head with the big wad of cum I sent her. Her eyes
roll up until you see the whites. Her mouth drops open. She goes
rigid (rigid = stone statues = erection) and starts wobbling like a
top - she turns to stone – and then Boom! She falls
still rigid like a mannequin (rigid = stone statues = erection) to
the ground. (I crook my elbow and hold my arm up and clench my fist.
I cup my arm in my other arm. Then I start wobbling my arm round
and round until, finally, it goes flat). Fairy
bowling! The idea of the sport is to see how many tenpins - dolls
- you can bowl over. I'm the best ever at the sport! I can knock
over millions of dolls!
Knock 'em dead!
'♪
One by one they all fall
One
by one they all fall
One
by one
One
by one
One
by one they all fall' (Jack Green)
'♪
We're dug in the deep the price is steep.
The auctioneer is such a creep.
The lights went out, the oil ran dry
We blamed it on the other guy
Sure, all men are created equal.
Heres the church, heres the steeple
Please stay tuned--we cut to sequel
ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord, Count your blessings'. (R.E.M.)
The auctioneer is such a creep.
The lights went out, the oil ran dry
We blamed it on the other guy
Sure, all men are created equal.
Heres the church, heres the steeple
Please stay tuned--we cut to sequel
ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord, Count your blessings'. (R.E.M.)
'♪
Ring
around the rosy
A pocketful of posies
"Ashes, Ashes"
We all fall down!'
A pocketful of posies
"Ashes, Ashes"
We all fall down!'
'♪
These
girls fall like dominos,
dominos.
These
girls fall like dominos, dominos.
These
girls fall like dominos, dominos, dominos ...'(Big
Pink) In 'Weird Science'
(1985), computer nerds conjure a Barbie Doll sex toy/Robot (the
gorgeous sexy Kelly Le Brock). (Rigid dolls = stone statues =
erection).
'FlashForward'
TV Fairy Bowling. All Fall Down! Called a 'Global Blackout' = the
Secret Rapture by my hand!
Was
I feeling any grief over the people I raptured out when I called up
my storm? Not at all. They were all only devils here in Hell. They
were all warned. Simply read the Book of Revelation. I and my
angels
have been blowing the horn repeatedly since the Seventies and not a
single one of you repented. But I did have two concerns with respect
to my fulfilling John of Patmos' promises. First, I'm an elderly
geezer, and, I repeat, my member doesn't come up like it used to. I
was concerned I would fizzle out and remove only a few million. That
wouldn't be enough to get you devils to change your behavior in the
bedroom. John of Patmos had promised a quarter to a third of the
planet raptured out. 'And
power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth,
to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the
beasts of the earth.' 'a third of the living creatures in
the sea died, and a third of the ships were destroyed.'
Secondly,
when you call up a storm, there is always the danger that the wizard
himself will get swept away, because it is uncontrollable and
unpredictable. Happily, I made it through, so that I could fulfill
John of Patmos' promise that I would be standing here giving you the
Great White Throne Judgment of the Dead.
For
this future event to occur, in the present I need a Fall Guy, someone
who will lay down their life at my Last Trumpet, so that I can lay
out billions, without myself being swept away.
The
question of the evening is: Which man can bell the cat? Which man
can pin the tail on the donkey? Who'll stop the (invisible) Rain?
Which brave hero can slay the Dragon? Which man can defeat the Whore
of Babylon? Which man can domesticate the Whore - pacify her and
put her to sleep? Perceptive observers have noted that the Book of
Revelation has the structure of a fairy
tale. It is not a fairy
tale is the sense of being a myth or being untrue. One part of the
fairy
tale is the fairy
test: Which man can defeat the Whore of Babylon? Being a fairy
test, if any man attempts and fails, the Whore gobbles him up and
drinks his blood (unconsciously = slime). Many men have tried and
failed. The Whore is not a supernatural entity. She is simply the
collection of all the dolls
- all the millions of dolls.
When you approach her, she's gorgeous, and the first idea you have
about how to pacify her is to unzip your pants and stick it in her.
If you try this way, you loose, and she gobbles you up and drinks
your blood. Instead, the way to defeat her is to keep your pants
zipped up, raise your arm and slime her right between the eyes. Her
eyes roll up till you can see the whites and her mouth drops open.
You've put her under a spell, you've hypnotized her, she's pacified.
She goes to sleep. It is whispering sweet nothings into her ear
(magical passes, mumbling, Mumbo Jumbo – the gibbering
of the mad
– horse whispering). Brown called it, 'speech resexualized'. It
is humbug, which is by definition 'silly talk' – 'nonsense' babble
crooned, muttered and transcribed straight off of the Collective
Unconscious. Under your spell, she's in turn gibbers back at you,
driven temporarily mad.
'♪
Ding dong!, The Witch is dead. Which old witch? The Wicked
Old Witch!' Here 'Ding dong!' means the ringing chimes I send inside
your head!
Here's
a psychoanalytic version of defeating the Whore of Babylon discussed
by Brown:
The
young man finds Medusa on his way to virility. The threatening image
of the snake woman is a metaphor of the mother figure. The growing
child has to cope with and eventually to emancipate from his mother's
gaze. The separation from the mother leads to the boy's independence
and to the liberation of his sexuality. The decapitation of the
Medusa can then be seen as the cutting of the umbilical cord. The
mythological story hardly casts any doubt on this interpretation.
She is decapitated (decapitation =
castration) by the hero Perseus. Mythographers have called her a
nightmare vision. A face so horrible that the dreamer is reduced to
stony terror stupified – frozen into a stone statue. According to
Freud, Medusa’s head represents the terrifying toothed genitals of
the Great Mother (the vagina denata). Erich Neumann writes that “the
petrifying gaze of Medusa belongs to the province of the Terrible
Great Goddess, for to be rigid is to be dead,” and that she is the
devouring aspect of the mother.
(Cannibalism). This is not fear of female sexuality as such but
castration anxiety.
The
image of petrifaction symbolising an erection may seem a bit
farfetched - bearing in mind that the metamorphosis of organic beings
into inorganic rock is a very common theme in classical mythology.
Medusa's male observer is struck dumb for two reasons: he is
enthralled by the Freudian castration fear on the one hand, and by
his sexual fascination on the other. Medusa repels and attracts at
the same time. She is a snake monster but equally a femme fatale. She
unites the beauty and the beast.
Freud,
by way of Ferenczi, showed the horrifying sight of the decapitated
head of Medusa occurs 'when a boy, who has hitherto been unwilling to
believe the threat of castration, catches sight of the female
genitals, probably those of an adult, surrounded by hair, and
essentially those of his mother. The hair upon Medusa's head
frequently is represented in works of art in the form of (waving)
snakes, and these once again are derived form the castration complex.
It is a remarkable fact that, however frightening they may be in
themselves, they nevertheless serve actually as a mitigation of the
horror, for they replace the penis, the absence of which is the cause
of the horror. This is a confirmation of the technical rule
according to which a multiplication of penis symbols signifies
castration'.
Castrating
Medusa's head with Writhing Phallic Snakes Turns Men into Stone
Statues and is Herself Frozen
This
sight of Medusa's head makes the spectator stiff with terror, turns
him to stone.' (The Gaze of the Other freezes = paralyzes = turns to
stone as in Sodom.) As
Brown puts it, 'The sight of the Medusa's head makes the spectator
(of the primal scene) stiff with terror, turns him to stone. The
stiff is a corpse and an erection.'
'Observe that we have here once again the same origin from the
castration complex and the same transformation of affect! For
becoming stiff means an erection. Thus in the original situation it
offers consolation to the spectator: he is still in possession of a
penis, and the stiffening reassures him of the fact'. (Freud)
Flashers/Exhibitionists display their potency.
In
the New Jerusalem, we aliens will cultivate and tend our crop (herd
our cattle ) and keep the women asleep and dreaming. We'll ensure
they're chewing their cud, mooing and grazing contentedly. Here in
Hell, the women are systematically groomed and cultivated to be hot
and sexy. But in the New Jerusalem, we will systematically groom the
women to be what we really want: true to us and not
running around on us, and also sweet and good to us. If they are
obedient and compliant, this is a bonus. That is voluntary on the
woman's part. But we do want her to be sweet, at least. They will
be maintained in permanent sleep by us.
Romantics
- 'Talking in Your Sleep' Video - Tending Our Herd (Dolls Asleep -
Hypnotized Under Our Spell)
Once
we get to the New Jerusalem, everyone will know what everyone is
doing in the bedroom. This is not your private affair, or your own
personal business. It is vital that everyone knows exactly what
everyone is doing in the bedroom. Adam and Eve fell, because they
were ashamed of their private parts. – 'parts' are not 'private'.
In the defunct Marxist states,
everyone's every movement was under constant surveillance. That was
not what needed to be done. The only thing that must be monitored is
that everyone must know precisely what everyone else is doing in the
bedroom. Nothing else matters about you. It must be public
knowledge. This is what is not done here in Hell. You may have a
little knowledge about what your fellow workers are doing in bed, but
overall you don't know as much as you need to know. I'm
going to tell the same story three different ways. You are really
going to have change your bedroom behavior.
Version
1: If you as a man walk into Sodom, where the one thing you've got
is a woman (you can also have a man if that's what you want). There
is nothing else, it is total chaos and anarchy. If in this place you
cannot get laid, then suddenly you become an extremely important
person. Because all you have to do is get your willie working below
your belt, and you can blow the place to smithereens! I have set off
my timebomb
over Sodom! I, the Lord God Almighty made my reputation in Sodom.
All these gorgeous dolls
here in Sodom make me go nuclear and explode! That 'Nuclear
Detonation' I will shortly unleash won't be visible to the eye (it
will be
hyperdimensional).
I, God, like all Sodomites am a drooling crazed, sex fiend, and thus
Rapture Ready. That is, I get to spew slime everywhere here to
rapture you out and sweep billions up to the sky!
Version
2: Don't try to put me, God, in Hell. Don't even think about it.
Satan is my servant and not vice versa. If you do try, I'll get my
willie working below my belt and again blow the place to smithereens!
Again, I have again set off my timebomb!
In my second all time favorite movie, 'Legend' (1985), Tom Cruise in
fairy
pointy ears is in Hell and attacks Satan. This is what I as a fairy
did here in Hell. I beat the Devil!- a job for a Dragon Slayer
Hero! Version 3: This is the stupid version: My good man, your
getting way to much. It's good stuff. And you've got more than you
can handle. I'm horny, and I need a woman. You've lots of women and
I have none. What are we going to do about it with me standing here?
If you don't get your dick straightened out, how about me ripping
your lungs out, friend! I can't stand it, and I won't put up with
it!
'♪
He
had white Horses
And ladies by the score
All dressed in satin
And waiting by the door
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was' (Emerson, Lake & Palmer )
And ladies by the score
All dressed in satin
And waiting by the door
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was' (Emerson, Lake & Palmer )
Who
is the most degenerate sex fiend on the planet? Satan is a
notorious degenerate, but has access to all the most gorgeous dolls
on the planet who are all in his service and at his beck and call.
His lusts get slaked. For me it is water, water everywhere, but not
a drop to drink. Again, constant craving.
'♪
Welcome
to your life
There’s no turning back
Even while we sleep
We will find you
Acting on your best behaviour
Turn your back on mother nature
Everybody wants to rule the world
There’s a room where the light won’t find you
Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down
When they do I’ll be right behind you
So glad we’ve almost made it
So sad they had to fade it
Everybody wants to rule the world
I can’t stand this indecision
Married with a lack of vision
Everybody wants to rule the world
Say that you’ll never never never never need it
One headline why believe it?
Everybody wants to rule the world
There’s no turning back
Even while we sleep
We will find you
Acting on your best behaviour
Turn your back on mother nature
Everybody wants to rule the world
There’s a room where the light won’t find you
Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down
When they do I’ll be right behind you
So glad we’ve almost made it
So sad they had to fade it
Everybody wants to rule the world
I can’t stand this indecision
Married with a lack of vision
Everybody wants to rule the world
Say that you’ll never never never never need it
One headline why believe it?
Everybody wants to rule the world
All
for freedom and for pleasure
Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world' (Tears for Fears)
Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world' (Tears for Fears)
I’m
quitting the blues of the world, just singing a song, just singing a
song
Glory
Hallelujah, I just phoned the Parson, hey, Par, get ready to call
Just
like Humpty Dumpty, I’m going to fall
I’m
sitting on top of the world, just rolling along, just rolling along.'
'♪
He rode a blazing
saddle (light = slime)
He wore a shining star (ditto)
His job to offer battle to bad men near and far
He conquered fear and he conquered hate
He turned dark night into day
He made his blazing saddle a torch to light the way'(ditto)(Later satirized by Mel Brooks)
He wore a shining star (ditto)
His job to offer battle to bad men near and far
He conquered fear and he conquered hate
He turned dark night into day
He made his blazing saddle a torch to light the way'(ditto)(Later satirized by Mel Brooks)
I
was born to rule, and this is what you must let me do. I came to
power by blackmail. I raptured out the people to demonstrate my
power (just like the madman in my all time favorite movie,- 'The
Brain from Planet Arous'. Like me, he was also a sex fiend). Elijah
and Enoch were snatched as prototypes in the Old Testament for my
magic act. I'm standing here on a mound of corpses. If Jesus were
standing here in person, there would be many more laid out than I
did, since mine doesn't come up as good as it once did. 'In the name
of – - their holocaust, Allmen.' (Joyce's prophecy written prior
to the Final Solution!). Hitler required gas chambers for his fairy
dump.
'♪ All I need is a TV-show, that and the radio Down on my luck again, down on my luck again I can show you, I can show you, some of the people in my life I can show you, I can show you, some of the people in my life It's driving me mad just another way of passing the day - - You're just another face that I know from the TV-show I have known you for so very long, I feel you like a friend Can't you do anything for me, can I touch you for a while Can I meet you another day and we can fly away - - Turn it on, turn it on, turn it on again (floodgates of Heaven I open to rain slime!) Turn it on, turn it on, turn it on again - -' (my multiple Rapture) (Phil Collins)
'♪
Cause meek
inherits earth...six feet deep.'
'Lords of the New Church'
Heads roll! Rest in pieces!
Why
don't you want to start listening to me? The blackmail was either
I rule, or I remove lots more. I have an agenda. The planetwide New
Exodus is here, and I'm going to lead you to the New Jerusalem. This
process will take several centuries. I'll say more later, but here's
an indication. The New Jerusalem is all the multimillion inhabitant
cities in ruins, and there are be no longer any nation states, with
the total population of the planet much less than one billion. No
matter how much you may legitimately hate my guts, I must rule! And
I have more blackmail so I can accomplish my mission. I am the only
person on this planet that possesses the roadmap to the New
Jerusalem. No one else has a single clue! You have to be a fairy
(which is the next topic) to possess it – it is a Fairy
Treasure Map. It's inside my head. I'll have lots of goons and
thugs around me to protect me, but even so, it is quite true that you
can take me out. From your point of view, that's what you'll want
to do. You'll go 'This sucker's giving us pain. He's contagious and
poisonous. Let's take him out!' Here's where the blackmail comes
in. If you do take me out, the blackmail is that since I'm the only
person with the roadmap, additional billions of corpses will be
laying on the ground. I'll take that trade off – my life for the
benefit of additional billions gone.
I'm
going to save you a lot of tax money. I work for free. And the
government that I will assemble will be a small fraction the size of
the multimillion Federal Government. You'll no longer have to pay
salaries for the one hundred Senators or the four hundred plus
Congressmen and their thousands of support staff. The size of my
Federal Government will be miniscule compared to the present one.
Welcome to my Banana Republic! Welcome to my weird Court of the
Crimson King!. Though I'm not just crimson, but red (communist):
'♪
The rusted chains of prison moonsAre shattered by the sun.
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournament's begun.
The purple piper plays his tune,
The choir softly sing;
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,
For the court of the crimson king.
On soft grey mornings widows cry,
The wise men share a joke.
I run to grasp divining signs
To satisfy the hoax.
The yellow jester does not play
But gently pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the crimson king'.
They say he wandered very far, very far, over land and sea
A little shy and sad of eye, but very wise was he.
And then one day, one magic day he came my way.
And as we spoke of many things, fools and kings, this he said to me:
“The
greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in
return.” ('Nature Boy')
'♪
In the land
where horses born with eagle wings
And honey bees have lost their stings
There's singing forever
Lions den with fallow deer
And rivers made from wine so clear
Flow on and on forever
Dragons fly like sparrows thru' the air
And baby lambs where Samson dares
To go on on on on on on
My fairy king can see things
He rules the air and turns the tides
That are not there for you and me
Ooh yeah he guides the winds' ('My Fairy King' – by who else but – Queen?)
And honey bees have lost their stings
There's singing forever
Lions den with fallow deer
And rivers made from wine so clear
Flow on and on forever
Dragons fly like sparrows thru' the air
And baby lambs where Samson dares
To go on on on on on on
My fairy king can see things
He rules the air and turns the tides
That are not there for you and me
Ooh yeah he guides the winds' ('My Fairy King' – by who else but – Queen?)
'♪
You'd
better lock you house and keep the kids inside.
Here come the twentieth century's latest scam
he's a half a boy and half a man
He ain't a fool but he's a tool
Because his left don't know what his right hand's doin'.
He'd keep a King Kong eating out of the palm of his hand
Now he's a half a boy and half a man.' (Nick Lowe)
Here come the twentieth century's latest scam
he's a half a boy and half a man
He ain't a fool but he's a tool
Because his left don't know what his right hand's doin'.
He'd keep a King Kong eating out of the palm of his hand
Now he's a half a boy and half a man.' (Nick Lowe)
'♪
Heaven
can wait we're only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you going to drop the bomb or not?
Let us die young or let us live forever
We don't have the power but we never say never - -
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you going to drop the bomb or not?
Let us die young or let us live forever
We don't have the power but we never say never - -
Praising
our leaders we're getting in tune
The music's played by the madman
Forever young, i want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever forever
Forever young, i want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever
Forever young' (Alphaville)
The music's played by the madman
Forever young, i want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever forever
Forever young, i want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever
Forever young' (Alphaville)
Freud
had it right - the Oedipal Triangle. The hunk, stud or gun I
mentioned earlier is the father (in my unconscious). And the doll is
the mother. And I'm the son of a gun, S.O.B. When a stud fathers a
child with a doll, you have the recipe to grow monsters, the Biblical
Giants.
Actually, in my case my father was a sweet preacherman, and my
mother was good, but I still turned out a monster. I'm the Beast
slouching toward Bethlehem that Yeats wrote about in his poem 'The
Second Coming'. That poem is my favorite.
Turning
and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spritus Mundi (a whiff of pagan?)
Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spritus Mundi (a whiff of pagan?)
Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Look
at these lines:
Things
fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world
Jay
Weidner labels it the failure of the central organizing principle of
Western Civilization. Brown says, 'we
are in a time when civilization has to be renewed by the discovery of
new mysteries, by the undemocratic but sovereign power of the
imagination.'
And
look at these two lines:
The
best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Are full of passionate intensity.
As
the Beast I am of the worst, and you will notice that I am full of
passionate intensity - a fanatic. Fundies perk up your ears! I'm
labeling myself a Beast. Norman O. Brown has Joyce saying, 'not
pater noster, but panther monster.' Specifically, I'm a case of
arrested development in my paranoid schizophrenia, an example of
stunted growth. I'm a dwarf! How old am I? My inner child, my
emotional age is two years old. 'A
little child shall lead them'
as Isaiah has it. They call it the Terrible Twos. Children at that
age own the world and are little tyrants. Babies like God are
omnipotent. Spoiled, pampered brats like Bart Simpson. Now that
I'm King of the World, I'm in the same position as that child - the
world is mine! Jerome Bixby's 'It's a Great Life', seen as a
Twilight Zone episode, I am the child with godlike powers: able to
transform other people or objects into anything I wish, think new
things into being, teleport myself and others where I wish, read the
minds of people and animals, change the weather to suit myself and
even revive the dead. Every King requires a Court Jester who I will
select to turn into a doomed
jack-in-the-box/dunce/scarecrow/scapegoat and exile to the cornfield.
Adults must satisfy my every whim, or risk displeasing me. This is
blackmail!
I
am Forever Young. I am an authentic fairy,
a Peter Pan. And I definitely do not mean that I'm gay. I'm the boy
who couldn't grow up. James M. Barrie's Peter Pan was partly
autobiographical. The New Jerusalem will be the perfect place for
me, because there you do little work beyond puttering around in the
garden, and a few other chores. There you don't have to accept adult
responsibility. We'll overcome the proverbial Ball and Chain (the
Old Lady). The New Jerusalem has other names: Never Never Land or
the Land of the Lost Boys. Peter is the boy who can fly (like the
superheroes) (to this fairy Otherworld). His villain's name: Captain
Hook signifies his father
as Oedipal castrator. Poor dead fairy (both literally and
figuratively) pedophile Michael Jackson suffered insomnia (as I do)
because of the deadly poison that infects us which we can pass off to
others temporarily and drop dead in their tracks. He was another boy
in the body of a man, in his case an infantile pedophile.
What
do I have to offer to a woman, me being a dead fairy?
Can I entertain a woman, can I amuse a woman, can I interest a
woman? I cannot be in any kind of an adult relationship with any
woman. Being around me is like waiting for paint to dry. Being
around me is like waiting for grass to grow. I am into the mystic
24/7 totally against my will. As I have said, we have had many
highly evolved spiritual beings who have gone through highly
elaborate rituals to get to the higher planes. I am not one of
those. Against my will I am permanently into a trance.
'♪
Let
your soul and spirit fly into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it
I don't have to fear it (= the Last Trump)
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
Then magnificently we will float into the mystic'
And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it
I don't have to fear it (= the Last Trump)
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
Then magnificently we will float into the mystic'
(Raptured
Out!) (Van Morrison)
'♪
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die -
Is such a heavenly way to die -
To
die by your side
Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine' (Morrisey)
Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine' (Morrisey)
And
it gets even worse. I only approached a select few women, knowing in
advance what the answer was going to be. Women almost always say no
the first time. They are negotiating what they are going to get out
of it. Every time I got no on the first try, I walked away, Fool
that I am. And every woman knew instantly what I was. Any woman who
had said yes was in for an ordeal, degenerate sex fiend that I am. I
can never get enough, and I can never get satisfied. I would work
her over for hours and hours on end - even days – like a Waring
blender. No woman wants to be put through such an ordeal. It
offends her dignity. You should have noticed by now that I have
a very immature, infantile view of women. This is simply because of
the fact that I am an infant! By the way, all
magicians are children in the body of a man. Babies see objects
appearing and abruptly disappearing without explanation. They don't
know that objects can't do this. Most especially they see mommy with
her milky teats appear and disappear without notice. They haven't
learned the constancy of objects. Their world to them is chaos and
anarchy, which is reproduced in the world at large once in a blue
moon when we go to Sodom. Object permanence isn't mastered until
about age two. Thus, they believe in magic, like magicians where
objects are apported or vanished from thin air. Real magicians, such
as I am, again, are babies trapped in a grown up body, and that is
the basis of our power. Sigmund Freud was right. It's
the Oedipal relationship between mother and son, with the father in
the background. (That sentence is wrong and shows my mother fixation
– Oedipus is mainly about the father). If you want to go
instantly mad,
all you have to do is stick your head up your mother's dress, and
sniff mommies' panties. When you come out, you'll be drooling,
raving maniac like me.
There
is a school of psychoanalysis called Object Relations Theory. Before
father was mommy. The Dragon of the Book of Revelation who has to be
'slain' is in fact mommy as seen by the baby (boy). Mommy can
deliberately or accidentally swallow or engulf the baby, so that the
child can never grow up and be forever bound to her – Forever Young
(in other words, leave it mad).
Madness
is possibly organic – an actual genetic or neural abnormality
regarded as incurable. This disease leaves us in continuous physical
and mental pain on a hair trigger – jumpy and paranoid.
'♪
I got it bad (Nik Kershaw)
you don't know how bad I got it.
You got it easy
you don't know when you've got it good.
It's getting harder
just keeping life and soul together
you don't know how bad I got it.
You got it easy
you don't know when you've got it good.
It's getting harder
just keeping life and soul together
My
broken spirit is frozen to the core.
I don't want to be here no more.
Wouldn't it be good to be in your shoes even if it was for just one day:
And wouldn't it be good if we could wish ourselves away.
Wouldn't it be good to be on your side
The grass in always greener over there.
Wouldn't it be good if we could live without a care.
You must be joking
you don't know a thing about it.
You've got no problems
I'd stay right there if I were you.
I got it harder
you couldn't dream how hard I got it
Stay out of my shoes if you know what's good for you.
The heat is stifling
burning me up from the inside.
The sweat is coming through each and ev'ry pore.
I don't want to be here no more. I don't want to be here no more.
I don't want to be here no more.
Wouldn't it be good to be in your shoes even if it was for just one day. . . .
I got it bad. you don't know how bad I got it. .. .'
I don't want to be here no more.
Wouldn't it be good to be in your shoes even if it was for just one day:
And wouldn't it be good if we could wish ourselves away.
Wouldn't it be good to be on your side
The grass in always greener over there.
Wouldn't it be good if we could live without a care.
You must be joking
you don't know a thing about it.
You've got no problems
I'd stay right there if I were you.
I got it harder
you couldn't dream how hard I got it
Stay out of my shoes if you know what's good for you.
The heat is stifling
burning me up from the inside.
The sweat is coming through each and ev'ry pore.
I don't want to be here no more. I don't want to be here no more.
I don't want to be here no more.
Wouldn't it be good to be in your shoes even if it was for just one day. . . .
I got it bad. you don't know how bad I got it. .. .'
We're
toads!
'♪
There's a killer on the road
His brain is squirmin' like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If ya give this man a ride
Sweet memory will die
Killer on the road, yeah
His brain is squirmin' like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If ya give this man a ride
Sweet memory will die
Killer on the road, yeah
Riders
on the storm
Riders on the storm' (The Doors)
Riders on the storm' (The Doors)
'♪ Picked up a hitchhiker the other day He said he wasn't going far He looked so strange I couldn't help myself I asked, please, tell me who you are He smiled politely and lit a cigarette You know the smoke seemed to cast a spell What happened next I don't understand yet It was so strange I can hardly tell - - And I was suddenly a child again I was holding my father's hand And I watched it from the beginning As I grew from child to man My friends all came and gathered round me once more And we undid what was done And when it was over I was driving down the road I looked around, you know, he was gone He said, hold on it's coming He said, hold on it's very near He said, hold on it's coming (My Fairy Rain) He said, hold on it's almost here' (Country Joe McDonald)
Here
is my crude schematic crash course outline of the psychoanalytic view
of development, inspired by George
Makari's
Revolution in Mind. I use Freud's stages of
development as hurdles to be cleared, supplemented by additional
preoedipal hurdles contributed by Klein and Object Relations theory
(only touched on by Freud). Failure to clear any hurdle often means
psychosis. In the beginning, the fetus bathed in warm amniotic fluid
experiences the mystic oceanic feeling of Oneness with the Universe
that the mystics seek - the Buddhist Nirvana. The first hurdle is
Otto Rank's Trauma of Birth where the infant is rudely awakened and
dragged kicking and screaming into the world. The desire to return
to the womb is a failure to clear this hurdle and what the later
Freud labeled the Death Drive in search of homeostasis and Nirvana.
Then, the preoedipal stage is the Other (the Mother) of Object
Relations in relation to the infant (male or female) where the hurdle
is separation and individuation. Brown quotes Jesuit priest G.M.
Hopkins' 'The Blessed Virgin
compared to the Air we Breathe' with it's 'world-mothering air'
(Mommy) – the stage of (Brown's narcissistic) polymorphous
perversity, with 'infancy welcome in womb and breast, birth, milk.'
That 'air we breathe' is the fluid we are bathed in. Images of
Madonna and Child are Catholic icons. Some paintings show the infant
Christ with an erect penis giving a flirtatious 'chin-chuck' to his
adoring mother (Steinberg, 'The
Sexuality of Christ'). Schuchard quotes
William Blake,
'sweet
shall be thy taste & sweet thy infant joys renew!
Infancy!
Fearless, lustful, happy! Nestling for delight
In
laps of pleasure - -.'
'♪
Peace
came upon me
And it leaves me weak
So sleep, silent angel
Go to sleep
Sometimes
All I need is the air
That I breathe
And to love you' (Hollies)
And it leaves me weak
So sleep, silent angel
Go to sleep
Sometimes
All I need is the air
That I breathe
And to love you' (Hollies)
Next
comes the classic Freudian Oedipal stage with failure to clear
resulting in the neuroses that Freud thought he could treat. At the
hurdle from adolescence to adulthood, it is a statistical fact that
this is often the stage for the onset of psychosis when it is to
appear. This ordeal of the transition to adulthood precipitates
schizophrenia because earlier preoedipal hurdles weren't cleared.
Mad
people such as I are Forever Young: preoedipal babies
trapped in the body of adults.
Madmen
are little mamma's boys.
'♪
Oh,
to live on Sugar Mountain
With the barkers and the colored balloons,
You can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain
Though you're thinking that
you're leaving there too soon,
You're leaving there too soon.' Neil Young
With the barkers and the colored balloons,
You can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain
Though you're thinking that
you're leaving there too soon,
You're leaving there too soon.' Neil Young
Margaret
Mahler's Object Relations phases go from separation from the Mother
(Other) out of symbiosis-homeostasis
to Object Constancy and individuation with the secondary
individuation process occurring in adolescence.
Makari
shows that the psychosexual was front and center for Freud, with Jung
and other psychoanalysts attacking him as being fixated on it. As
Norman O. Brown added, babies are polymorphous perverse. Brown
quotes William Blake, 'Embraces are cominglings from the head even to
the feet, and not a pompous high priest entering by a secret place.'
The later 'metaphysical' Freud recovered the added death drive
principle - the regression to the womb or Nirvana. The Paul Simon
rock song spoke of a Mother and Child reunion.
Ferenczi's
'Thalassa' about the same time (1924) posited the death drive as the
desire to return to the original state of bliss in the maternal womb
and the comfort of it's amniotic fluids, perversely erotic.
'Thalassa' has been seen as crackpot, mostly with respect to his
Lamarckian phylogeny, but Freud admiringly called it a 'summit of
achievement.' Brown from 'Life Against Death' early in his career
all the way to his last book 'Apocalypse and/or Metamorphosis'
referred to Ferenczi on Nirvana as regression to the womb. Brown
quotes William Blake to observe that 'the womb is a tomb' and isn't
the answer (the tomb is the maternal body).
What
we call reality, Brown calls illusion, lie, dream. 'We are asleep
and being asleep is being dead; we still live in the womb or return
to the womb; our genital sexuality is regression to the state before
birth; and we are still under the spell of the primal scene; we
reenact the father who we have introjected; our sex life is his, not
ours, and our pleasure remains vicarious. Thus if all life is dream
and illusion, then awakening to real life is the end of our life;
death and resurrection in one. The way out of the womb, out of the
dream cave is to die in order to be reborn'. As Brown reminded, for
Freud, resurrection signifies the stiffening and rising of the member
= erection. In the resurrection of
the 'dead' (= Living Dead), all rise from their tombs – the member
comes up (gets stiff). 'It's alive! It's alive!' proclaims
wild-eyed Victor Frankenstein. His monster is the rigid member =
erection = raised from the dead - it comes up. Paul
gets it garbled as usual, 'If
there be no resurrection of the dead - Then
they which are fallen asleep in Christ are perished'.
But
the member does rise (stiffen = erection). It has a lumbering
life of its own. Jesus
at Easter and I are the Pagan Spring Fertility God who's reborn (my
member comes up!).
Freud
noted that we cannot conceive of our own death. Brown says, 'Since
anxiety is the ego's incapacity to accept death, the sexual
organizations were perhaps constructed by the ego in its flight from
death, and could be abolished by an ego strong enough to die. For
Brown, 'Death is genitalized as a return to the womb.'
'What
exactly would it mean on this earth to be wholly unrepressed, to live
in full bodily and psychic expansiveness? It can only mean to be
reborn into madness'. Then Brown warns us of the full
radicalness of his reading of Freud by stressing that he resolutely
follows Ferenczi's insight that 'Character-traits are, so to speak,
secret psychoses.' He added that 'character is a vital lie.' 'The
ego - - is a piece of illusion.' Brown argued for new men without
character defenses, a rebirth into a 'second innocence.' He sees
narcissism as project for loving union with the world, hunger for a
qualitatively different world (utopia Land of Milk and Honey –
Moses' Promised Land).
'Freud
defined the goal of Eros as unification or the search for union. But
when he maintains that fear of being separated and expelled from the
group comes from an underlying fear of castration, his proposition
should be inverted. Fear of castration comes from the fear of being
excluded, not the other way round. This anxiety becomes more marked
as the isolation of individuals in an illusory community becomes more
and more difficult to ignore.
'Even
while it seeks unification, Eros is essentially narcissistic and in
love with itself. It wants a world to love as much as it loves
itself. Norman O. Brown, in 'Life Against Death', points out the
contradiction. How, he asks, can a narcissistic orientation lead to
union with beings in the world? "In love, the abstract antimony
of the Ego and the Other can be transcended if we return to the
concrete reality of pleasure, to a definition of sexuality as being
essentially a pleasurable activity of the body, and if we see love as
the relationship between the Ego and the sources of pleasure."
One could be more exact: the source of pleasure lies less in the body
than in the possibility of free activity in the world. The concrete
reality of pleasure is based on the freedom to unite oneself with
anyone who allows one to become united with oneself. The realization
of pleasure passes through the pleasure of realization, the pleasure
of communication through the communication of pleasure, participation
in pleasure through the pleasure of participation. It is because of
this that the narcissism turned towards the outside world, the
narcissism Brown is talking about, can only bring about a wholesale
demolition of social structures.'
'When
Brown speaks of the ego’s inability to accept death, he is speaking
more precisely of the refusal of object-loss. The loss of the
loved object is not acknowledged by the ego, which, in its attempt to
reinstate the object, modifies the latter in such a way so as to
reconfigure it within the structure of itself. The object is thus not
strictly-speaking “lost”, but negated, and post-negation affirmed
in a distorted form through identification. The ego tricks the libido
by maintaining that the ego itself is identical to the lost object;
the ego attempts to force itself upon the id in an attempt to lessen
the effects of the loss (Freud). Identification replaces object-love,
and object-libido is transformed into narcissistic libido: “Thus,
as a result of object-loss not accepted, the natural self-love of the
organism is transformed into the vain project of being both Self and
Other, and this project supplies the human ego with its essential
energy”
It
is thus pre-altered narcissistic libido that serves as the
desexualized energy that is redirected through sublimation. It is in
this sense that Brown maintains, invoking Plato, that culture, the
product of sublimation, is an imitation of an imitation: in
sublimation we witness not a desexualization of a polymorphous
infantile sexuality, but rather a desexualization of an already
desexualized fantasy. The original (pre-sublimation) desexualization
is the result of “substituting for bodily erotic union with the
world the vain shadowy project of having the world within the self”;
thus conceived, the soul, the subject of sublimation, becomes a
substitute for actually gratifying libidinal relations with others.
The separation from lost objects, which are past objects, is denied
through the reactivation of the past bond in fantasy. Through
fantasy, “the active attempt to alter reality”, the past is
substituted for the present and individuals are alienated from their
worldly lives: “Altogether, therefore, the world of fantasy is that
opaque shield with which the ego protects himself from reality and
through which the ego sees reality; it is by living in a world of
fantasy that we lead a desexualized life.”
When
infantile sexuality comes to an end in the castration complex the
individual is forced to give up his body, but not his fantasies.
Non-bodily sublimations replace the body as the source of fantastic
“satisfactions”: “The original fantasies are negations;
sublimations are negations of negations”. Sublimation, the second
and higher order of desexualization or negation, produces within us a
soul independent from our body. Whereas the infant loses his object,
and thus attempts to make an object out of the whole of his body, the
adult actually loses his body. Gratification is no longer possible
through the materiality of the corporeal self, but is banished to the
otherworldly realm of the soul. In Brown’s view, sublimation always
functions to reproduce the antagonism that develops between mind and
body under the logic of Western rationality. Because sexual energy is
always bodily energy, the desexualization that occurs through
sublimation must always present itself as a disembodiment: sexual
energy is transformed into ‘soulful’ energy. It is in this sense
that sublimation rests on a certain mind-body dualism: it is “the
use made of bodily energy by a soul which sets itself apart from the
body”, a soul which is attempting to make itself more than the
embodied individual, a soul striving for immortality. In the natural
state, the infant does not distinguish between self and other but is
one with the world.'
Perhaps
related is Spinoza's One Substance inspired by his Jewish mystical
background in the Kaballah with Adam Kadmon, which William Blake
referred to as the Grand Man (see also Gutkind's Body of God or the
Mystical Body of Christ). It is not to be taken as static, but
involves fluid flows. Brown, like Reich's Cosmic Orgone, saw 'action
at a distance – psychic streams' that overcome dualism. Deleuze
and Guattari in 'Anti-Oedipus' discussed these flows (amniotic,
sperm, etc.). Brown, particularly in 'Apocalypse and/or
Metamorphosis', looked to replace Hegelian Marxist dialectical flows
with Spinoza's flows. Is it possible that unconsciously Spinoza had
the Nirvana of the womb in mind?
Influenced
by Vankin's 'Malignant
Self Love: Narcissism Revisited' and Richter's 'All
Mighty: A Study of the God Complex in Western Man', I muse on these
narcissists: Brown, Obama, Jesus Christ
and above all, God (myself). Freud thought that all human infants
pass through a phase of primary narcissism, in which they assume they
are the center of their universe. What Freud defined as secondary
narcissism is a pathological condition in which the infant does not
invest its emotions in its parents but rather redirects them back to
itself. He thought that secondary narcissism developed in what he
termed the pre-Oedipal phase of childhood; that is, before the age of
three. Freud wrote that narcissism is a form of “magical thinking”
for a person in that they believe they can by wishing or will power
change situations, conditions from reality to the way they prefer.
Brown
was a narcissistic
fairy
who decked himself out in a regal costume complete with self
appropriated medals (see Bib portrait).
In
terms of the hardscrabble, hand to mouth existence of eking out a
living in Galilee, Jesus was a freeloader slacker and burden. The
Messianic Complex is a psychological state in which the individual
believes himself to be the savior of the world and suffers from the
delusion that he or she is, at the very least, the Almighty's gift to
the world (i. e., God's only begotten Son). 'For
you have the poor always with you; but me you have not always.'
Jesus
feasted with his Apostles confounding his detractors, 'Can
you make the children of the bridal chamber fast, while the
bridegroom is with them?' But,
at the same time, Jesus points away from himself and seeks to deflect
the messianic expectations put upon him,
trying to evade his superstar status and the attributions of glory.
More
on Jesus' narcissism: 'Early on, Jesus developed magical thinking,
compensatory grandiose delusions, and fantasies of omnipotence and
omniscience. A firstborn, he was much pampered by his doting mother.
He was a prodigy, a Wunderkind highly intelligent and inquisitive and
more comfortable in the company of adults than with his peers. -
'Even at a tender age, he showed a marked lack of empathy and a full fledged case of pathological grandiosity. - - The self imputation of superiority, epiphanic knowledge, and infallibility and the assumption that others need and crave the guru and his message are at the heart of an elaborate construct which often borders on the psychotic. - - He instructed his followers to commit acts that must have had harshly adverse impacts on their hitherto nearest and dearest.'
Similarly,
Tibet's Dalai Lama as a 'boy in the body of a man' is intended to be
such a narcissistic fairy.
God
works in mysterious ways, His wonders to perform. You think I
(Almighty God) am dumb, misogynistic, homophobic, egotistical, and
homicidal...but know I love you (my botched creation). And, in my
thick-headed way, I listen to you and learn. I, God, am everything
the narcissist ever wants to be: omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent,
admired, much discussed, and awe inspiring. God is the narcissist's
wet dream, the ultimate grandiose fantasy.
- The narcissist: 'Subtly misrepresents facts and expediently and opportunistically shifts positions, views, opinions, and “ideals”. These flip-flops do not cause him overt distress , he feels justified in acting this way). Alternatively, evidences a lack of empathy.
- Ignores data that conflict with his fantasy world, or with his inflated and grandiose self-image. This has to do with magical thinking. He is firmly convinced that his dreams, thoughts, and wishes affect reality.
- Feels that he is above the law, incl. and especially his own laws.
- Talks about himself in the 3rd person singular or uses the regal “we” and craves to be the exclusive center of attention, even adulation
- Have a messianic-cosmic vision of himself and his life and his “mission”.
- Sets ever more complex rules in a convoluted world of grandiose fantasies with its own language (jargon)
- Displays false modesty and unctuous “folksiness” but unable to sustain these behaviors (the persona, or mask) for long. It slips and the true self is revealed: haughty, aloof, distant, and disdainful of simple folk.
- Sublimates aggression and holds grudges.
- Behaves as an eternal adolescent (e.g., his choice of language, youthful image he projects, demands indulgence and feels entitled to special treatment.'
'Megalomania
is commonly understood as a mental behavior characterized by an
excessive desire for power and glory and by illusory feelings of
omnipotence, some of who believe themselves actually to be God.. The
latter can be expressed in the psychopathological form of delusions
of grandeur. This type of mental functioning shows systematic denial
of otherness and an infantile theory of sexuality. Such a one is
adept shape shifter, able to take on many different social faces.
These faces are known in Jungian psychology as personas. As Jung
himself stated, the term persona “meant the mask once worn by
actors to indicate the role played. It is, as its name implies, only
a mask… that feigns individuality, making others believe that one
is individual, whereas one is simply acting a role” they may react
with disdain, rage or defiant counterattack”, and if questioned or
refused, a tantrum (the fury of a disobeyed god), plus an expectation
of servility in women. His unconscious is his conscious. He acts out
our most repressed drives, fantasies, and wishes. He provides us with
a glimpse of the horrors that lie beneath the veneer, the barbarians
at our personal gates, and what it was like before we invented
civilization. His reign is all smoke and mirrors, devoid of
substances, consisting of mere appearances and mass delusions. His
inability to love human beings ultimately transform him into a
recluse. In playing God, the narcissist is completely convinced that
he is merely being himself. Narcissistic leadership is about theater,
not about life. To enjoy the spectacle (and be subsumed by it), the
leader demands the suspension of judgment. The narcissist does not
hesitate to put people's lives or fortunes at risk. He preserves his
sense of infallibility in the face of mistakes and misjudgments by
distorting the facts, by evoking mitigating or attenuating
circumstances, by repressing memories, or by simply lying. He might
even wish to destroy it, as a punishment or revenge for its
incompetence. The lack of empathy, the aloofness, the disdain, the
sense of entitlement, the constricted sense of humor, the unequal
treatment and the paranoia – render the narcissist a social misfit.
The
narcissist is interpersonally exploitative. He is able to provoke in
his milieu, in his casual acquaintances, even in his psychotherapist,
the strongest, most avid and furious hatred and revulsion. To his
shock, indignation and consternation, he invariably induces in others
unbridled aggression. "Humans" (to the narcissist, a
derogatory term) are small, fragile, error-prone, pusillanimous,
mean, dumb, and mediocre and indulges his sadistic urges and to
exercise his misogynism freely and openly. Such a narcissist is
likely to taunt and torment his followers, hector and chastise them,
humiliate and berate them, abuse them spiritually, or even sexually.
The narcissist whose source of authority is religious is looking for
obedient and unquestioning slaves upon whom to exercise his
capricious and wicked mastery. The narcissist transforms even the
most innocuous and pure religious sentiments into a cultish ritual
and a virulent hierarchy. He prays on the gullible. His flock become
his hostages, and holds the delusion that God is an active
participant in the narcissist's life in which constant intervention
by Him is a key feature. God is subsumed in a larger picture, that
of the narcissist's destiny and mission. God serves this cosmic plan
by making it possible. In the overall design of things, small
setbacks and defeats matter little. The narcissist is haunted by the
feeling that he is possessed of a mission, of a destiny, that he is
part of fate, of history. He is convinced that his uniqueness is
purposeful, that he is meant to lead, to chart new ways, to innovate,
to modernize, to reform, to set precedents,
or
to create from scratch. Every act of the narcissist is perceived by
him to be significant, every utterance of momentous consequence,
every thought of revolutionary caliber. He feels part of a grand
design, a world plan and the frame of affiliation, the group, of
which he is a member, must be commensurately grand. Its proportions
and properties must resonate with his. Its characteristics must
justify his and its ideology must conform to his pre-conceived
opinions and
prejudices.
In short: the group must magnify the narcissist, echo and amplify
his life, his views, his knowledge, and his personal history. In
extreme cases, he might even wish to destroy it (as a punishment or
revenge for its incompetence.'
Characteristics:
'*
being argumentative, The most telling thing that narcissists do is
contradict themselves. They will do this virtually in the same
sentence,
*
arrogant
*
conceited
*
vain
*
fretful
*
frustrated/idle
*
fluctuating between superior and inferior (vacillate between a
strikingly overvalued and devalued self).'
Come
what may, we'll always have the Bible and the Brothers Grimm fairy
tales.
I'm
Prince Charming in search of my Princess Bride. '♪
Someday my prince will come.'
Sleeping
Beauty is not dead, but frozen in a witch's spell (hypnotized) and
the entire Kingdom with her, awaiting my kiss that will waken her.
What
is Heaven? '♪
This monkey's gone to Heaven' (by the Pixies, in other words,
fairies). We're going to St. Brendan's Isle
of the Blessed, full of gorgeous beauties, although there's still a
Dragon to slay even there. It's the hobo's paradise, the Big Rock
Candy Mountains, the elysian fields, utopia. In fact, it's the Land
of the Dead!
'♪
Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high,
There's a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby.'
Way up high,
There's a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby.'
'♪ Why are there so many songs about rainbows
And what's on the other side?
Rainbows are visions, but only illusions,
And rainbows have nothing to hide.
So we've been told and some choose to believe it
I know they're wrong, wait and see.
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection,
The lovers, the dreamers and me.' (The Muppets!)
The
rainbow was a sign for madman Noah. Worldwide
Deluge = Noah's Flood = Floodgates of Heaven I open to drown the
planet in my (God's) slime!
And
not to leave out:
'♪
Moon River, wider than a mile,
I'm crossing you in style some day.
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,
wherever you're going I'm going your way.
Two drifters off to see the world.
There's such a lot of world to see.
We're after the same rainbow's end--
waiting 'round the bend,
my huckleberry friend,
Moon River and me.'
I'm crossing you in style some day.
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,
wherever you're going I'm going your way.
Two drifters off to see the world.
There's such a lot of world to see.
We're after the same rainbow's end--
waiting 'round the bend,
my huckleberry friend,
Moon River and me.'
My
misspent years as a dreamer fascinated (under a spell) by my TV and
plugged in to rock music surprisingly paid off. It got me here!
'♪
When you wish upon a star
Makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires
Will come to you
If your heart is in your dream
No request is too extreme
When you wish upon a star
Like dreamers do'
Makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires
Will come to you
If your heart is in your dream
No request is too extreme
When you wish upon a star
Like dreamers do'
John
of Patmos depicted Heaven as continual mindless worship of God.
'♪
We're off to see the Wizard!'
- which is me! The Wizard of Oz, a
version of the Sci-Fi Mad Scientist, like myself, turns out to be
mostly a con man with smoke and mirrors and bluster and humbug.
Behind the curtain, the Wizard used phony special effects, such a
rattling metal sheets for thunder, to impress as fearsome. The
Wizard was using a sham for the real thunder and lightning I send
(slime).
Heaven
is not worship of me all. Instead, it is a continuous nonstop sex
orgy where your every desire is instantaneously satisfied. Women
never get pregnant, and there is no worry about sexually transmitted
diseases (STDs) or AIDS. If you have a predilection for young girls
or boys that is available (hey, I've always had a predilection for
very young girls, even though I am not ever going to act on that
desire – it's devilish . I don't want the local sheriff raiding my
house). I no longer watch regular porn let alone the kiddie stuff.
These young angels
are known as cherubs. I have an apparent contradiction here, since I
just said the angels
don't get pregnant, so how come I am talking about young angels?
They preexist, they are not born as humans are. I wake up every
single day horny, in continuous desire for a woman. I have suffered
the worst torture that Satan has here in Hell. Some of the demons
here in Hell will outright beat the crap out of you or simply kill
you. But the very worst torture that Satan has subjected me to is
the continuous torment of being surrounded with excruciatingly
gorgeous bombshells/sexpots/dolls
who spread their lips and say 'Yes!, Yes! Yes!' just as Joyce's Molly
said 'yes
I said yes
I will Yes.'
It's
a Dollhouse! It's a Candy Store! With me so far scheduled to die a
virgin!
Now that I am head of state, I'm going to go out to pasture and
finally get some of my desires satisfied. The only reason I blew out
billions of corpses was because I couldn't get laid here in Hell. We
missing are deadly, poisonous and explosive! As King, I want to
interview candidate Queens. You must understand what it means to be
a sex fiend. I'm a sex crazed madman! I, as a sex fiend, have
nothing on my mind but being in bed with a woman, any woman who is
anatomically a female – as long as she isn't fat – I can't get it
up if she is fat. But since gorgeous dolls
are a dime a dozen here is Hell (and of course every single woman on
the planet is a devil). I want a teen aged beauty. She doesn't have
to be a virgin,
but she has to understand that I'm going to be in bed more or less
nonstop – she really has to enjoy being in bed. And the wedding
must be very low key – a civil ceremony before a justice of the
peace – no elaborate expensive wedding. My
fairy
wedding, an alchemical marriage, won't be lavish or extravagant, as
opposed those of the Hollywood fairies. But
once I select a bride, I will be faithful to her, and expect her to
be the same toward me. What I'm looking for is a very young beauty
pageant winner. And she must understand that I am very dirty old
man.
'♪
Hey
little sister what have you done
Hey little sister who’s the only one
Hey little sister who’s your superman
Hey little sister who’s the one you want
Hey little sister shot gun!
It’s a nice day to start again
It’s a nice day for a white wedding
It’s a nice day to start again.' (Billy Idol – White Wedding)
Hey little sister who’s the only one
Hey little sister who’s your superman
Hey little sister who’s the one you want
Hey little sister shot gun!
It’s a nice day to start again
It’s a nice day for a white wedding
It’s a nice day to start again.' (Billy Idol – White Wedding)
'♪
Lunatic
fringe
In the twilight's last gleaming
This is open season (target: the dolls)
But you won't get too far
We know you've got to blame someone (the dolls)
For your own confusion
But we're on guard this time
Against your final solution' (Red Rider)
In the twilight's last gleaming
This is open season (target: the dolls)
But you won't get too far
We know you've got to blame someone (the dolls)
For your own confusion
But we're on guard this time
Against your final solution' (Red Rider)
As
is well known, John of Patmos two thousand years ago had a vision of
the New Jerusalem, where Heaven descends to earth. 'The real
apocalypse comes not with the vision of a city or kingdom, which
would be still external, but with the identification of the city and
kingdom with one's own body,' according to Brown. The Kingdom of
Heaven is within – we are all one
on the Collective Unconscious. He refers to the Eucharistic
Mass, 'Take eat; this is my body.' All of our sexual needs and wants
and desires will be permanently satisfied, the Land of Milk and
Honey – Moses' Promised Land (slime), for I'm the Tree of Life –
an inexhaustible fountain of the River of the the Waters of Life –
me spewing sperm and slime continuously – real fulfillment for the
first time. Jesus' bodily fluid (the blood he poured out) was the
stand-in for my slime. I am going to open the floodgates of Heaven
(the Secret
Rapture) and rain men (sperm and slime) planetwide from my Heavenly
perch (Great White Throne)
- bathing and immersing us all permanently in the Reichian Orgone
(slime) - (Heaven on earth - the New Jerusalem) - the superior
Christian answer to the fetus bathed in amniotic fluid sought in the
Buddhist Nirvana. So Heaven is not continual worship of God (me),
but the fact that I bathe everyone in slime! '♪
It's raining men, Hallelujah' (The Weather Girls).
Madmen
such as I have a constant craving. Brown says of schizophrenia, 'The
testimony of schizophrenia: _they eat and are eaten._ Schizophrenia
is 'food trouble'
(NOB).
I've
mentioned four bodily fluids: amniotic for the fetus, spit which
Jesus used for his magical cures, milk for babes and blood. For the
unconscious, these fluids are all stand-ins for that most important
fluid, slime. When Baptists immerse converts in the river, they're
practicing for the New Jerusalem, when we'll all be bathed in slime,
after I open the floodgates. And of course it is not really a
nonstop orgy, but the fact that once we go native, we will have all
sorts of friends and relatives that we'll know and visit regularly.
I, as a madman, have never known an adult woman, and it has been many
decades since I had any friends. I'm taking the dolls
away, to be replaced by people we know and rely on for help.
Satan
is an ape or mimic. He attempts to recreate Heaven on earth, and
instead plunges the entire world into Hell! 'Of
all the inhabitants of the inferno, none but Lucifer knows that
hell is hell, and the secret function of purgatory is
to make of heaven an effective reality.'
Arnold Bennett
'♪
If
you want to
get to heaven
you got to raise a little hell
As
Jesus prophesied, 'in
the resurrection of the dead (which is you!) they will neither
marry, nor be given in marriage, but will be as the angels
of God in heaven.'
What Jesus prophesied has now come now come to pass here in Hell,
which reproduces what happened in Sodom (totally strictly forbidden,
of course). 'Mr. and Mrs. Antrobus are getting nowhere,' Brown
observes. They were a bourgeois family from Thorton Wilder's 1942
'The Skin of Our Teeth', exposed by Joseph Campbell as a rip-off of
'Finnegans Wake'. There is no point in getting married with all the
sex flowing freely (this is only one way of interpreting the obscure
passage. Alternatively, it may mean no sex at all). As an angel on
earth I for sure haven't gotten laid so far. But here the flowing
sex is so good and so irresistible, that a single angel, namely me,
can use this sex to sweep billions to the sky! - what a way to go out
(the Secret
Rapture)! We are going to fall again, but into innocence this time -
brothers and sisters. It will be public knowledge what we're all
doing in the bedroom. Heaven has always been only what goes on in
bed. There's a reason Muslims think about 72 virgins.
The
fallacy that put you in Hell – you have a 'natural' desire to be
with a woman and she is agreeable. But no one is ever permitted to
put it in! The very moment you put it in, you become a devil!
The
only rule here is, the only rule there ever was is that no one
anytime ever, anywhere is ever permitted to put it in. And I will
maintain a list of the names of every single man and woman who is a
virgin
– the ultimate honor roll.
'♪
When
You Were Young And Your Heart Was An Open Book
You Used To Say "Live And Let Live"
(You Know You Did, You Know You Did, You Know You Did)
But If This Ever Changing World In Which We're Livin'
Makes You Give In And Cry
Say "Live And Let Die" (stay away from her and don't stick it in!)
"Live And Let Die"
"Live And Let Die"
"Live And Let Die"
What Does It Matter To Ya
When You Got A Job To Do
You Gotta Do It Well
You Gotta Give The Other Fellow Hell' (Paul McCartney)
You Used To Say "Live And Let Live"
(You Know You Did, You Know You Did, You Know You Did)
But If This Ever Changing World In Which We're Livin'
Makes You Give In And Cry
Say "Live And Let Die" (stay away from her and don't stick it in!)
"Live And Let Die"
"Live And Let Die"
"Live And Let Die"
What Does It Matter To Ya
When You Got A Job To Do
You Gotta Do It Well
You Gotta Give The Other Fellow Hell' (Paul McCartney)
But
these gorgeous dolls
here in Hell are my kryptonite – they make me go radioactive or
nuclear. You may only get tongue tied or dumbfounded, but they leave
me thunderstuck and light my fuse! I am going to have to defuse my
timebomb
by getting laid. The best TV I've ever seen is the season one finale
of 'Heroes' titled 'How to Stop an Exploding Man' where Peter (notice
the name) against his will is about to go nuclear and blow New York
City to smithereens. When Robert Oppenheimer, father of the atomic
bomb, saw the first blast, he exclaimed 'I am become Shiva, destroyer
of worlds!', aware of the ancient Vedic 'nuclear warfare'. He noted
it was 'the first blast on modern times.'
'Li'l
Abner' Clown/Joker Jerry Lewis Goes Nuclear (Rigid = Erection) over
Bombshell Doll Stupefyin' Jones (Stupefied = Turned to Stone)
(In
addition to Stupefyin' Jones, there are other characters with
especially significant names: Appassionata Von Climax,
Moonbeam McSwine, Earthquake McGoon and Evil Eye
Fleagle, Think about what they signify).
How
stupid do you have to be not to get laid here in Hell? Dumb as a Box
of Rocks! I succeeded in getting a grand total of three women hot
and bothered about me – a skanky whore who I put under a spell
(hypnotized), another whore and a landlady. Since I'm now in my
rightful place as head of state surrounded by gorgeous women, I can
pick and choose. So let me draw up a tentative list (drawn from TV):
Rachel Ray (who is probably a robot), Teri Hatcher, any woman on
'Deal or No Deal', the legendary Jessica Simpson (who also is so
incredible that she is likely a robot = rigid = erection). I can't
omit Anne Hathaway – a very special lady.
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to TOPICS)
The Jesus You Never Knew
The
rock lyric asks:
'♪
What if God was one of us? (Joan Osborne)
Just
a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home?'
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home?'
Let me quote again Constantin Brunner on Jesus, 'There he hung, the blasphemer of God and slanderer of the most notable men, the poor malicious fool, the incorrigible wretch, the whoreson and whoremonger, the swindler, the liar, the seducer.' Slightly over the top, but useful for getting Jesus outside the box.
Let
me throw out some of the ways I have characterized Jesus here. Each
of the terms are relevant, although some miss the mark more than
others. And, of course, when I use these terms I am also talking
about myself from my own experience:
THE
SPACE COWBOY THE SPACE GHOST
THE WHISTLER THE WHISPERING SKULL THE
GHOST
WITH THE MOST CRAZY SPACEMAN
MADMAN THE MAN WITH A THOUSAND FACES DEAD FAIRY
SEX FIEND KILLER DWARF BASTARD HUMAN GARBAGE
WIZARD
MAGICIAN ROCKET MAN WITCHFINDER GENERAL ANGEL
WATCHER THE LAST AIRBENDER THE CHOSEN ONE THE FOOL
THE JOKER THE PIED PIPER WALKING TIMEBOMB
SHAPE SHIFTER DOA ZOMBIE THE GOOD SHEPHERD GOD
ALMIGHTY
The ancient Kings of Egypt, Babylon and elsewhere carried such honorific epithets, many of which indicated phallic potency for a reason since my member does rise (stiffen = erection)! It has a lumbering life of its own. Some of the names for readers acquainted with the old film serials may resonate. The supervillains of the Saturday matinee cliffhangers had such creepy names as these or the Lightning or the Purple Monster or Dr. Satan. Inhabitants of loony bins as depicted in 'The Ruling Class' (1971) (note the title) are notorious for proclaiming that they are important persons (delusions of grandeur), such as Napoleon, the Pope, Jesus or God (the latter being me). The madmen in the film conduct a sorcery contest (unconsciously a white meringue = spunk = slime pie fight) to decide which of them is the real Christ. By the way, happily, I was never committed, although I am well qualified to be. But in fact, every one of us are empty ciphers. They make little impression and attempt to compensate by drawing others into collusion with their delusion (such as you, dear reader)! The answer to the paradox, which psychologists couldn't decipher: All mad people, against their will, are on the rough and rocky road to becoming gods (it's hard to be a god). And only a small part of these actually make it through. Some get lost, such as the criminally insane, and turn to service of Satan.
So,
Jesus and I are complete ciphers - you can project on us whatever you
think we are. We are empty ghosts. And the last thing either of us
want is worship - we are here to serve - to rescue you. I can and
will lay Satan down for the last time.
I as the Fool won the lottery and blew the place Sky High!
'♪
You've Blown It All Sky High
By Telling Me a Lie
Without a Reason Why
You've Blown It All Sky High
You, You've Blown It All Sky High
Our Love Had Wings To Fly
We Could Have Touched The Sky
You've Blown It All Sky High' (Jigsaw)
By Telling Me a Lie
Without a Reason Why
You've Blown It All Sky High
You, You've Blown It All Sky High
Our Love Had Wings To Fly
We Could Have Touched The Sky
You've Blown It All Sky High' (Jigsaw)
'♪
You
can spend all your time making money
You can spend all your love making time
If it all fell to pieces tomorrow
Would you still be mine?
You can spend all your love making time
If it all fell to pieces tomorrow
Would you still be mine?
So
put me on a highway
And show me a sign
And take it to the limit one more time' (Eagles)
And show me a sign
And take it to the limit one more time' (Eagles)
I
send you a sign through the air:
'♪
Well,
if you told me you were drowning
I would not lend a hand
I've seen your face before my friend
But I don't know if you know who I am
Well, I was there and I saw what you did
I saw it with my own two eyes
So you can wipe off the grin, I know where you've been
It's all been a pack of lies
And I can feel it coming in the air tonight, Oh Lord
I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, Oh Lord
I can feel it in the air tonight, Oh Lord, Oh Lord
And I've been waiting for this moment all my life, Oh Lord, Oh Lord' (Phil Collins)
I would not lend a hand
I've seen your face before my friend
But I don't know if you know who I am
Well, I was there and I saw what you did
I saw it with my own two eyes
So you can wipe off the grin, I know where you've been
It's all been a pack of lies
And I can feel it coming in the air tonight, Oh Lord
I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, Oh Lord
I can feel it in the air tonight, Oh Lord, Oh Lord
And I've been waiting for this moment all my life, Oh Lord, Oh Lord' (Phil Collins)
Jesus
was a wizard.
Practically the whole time humans have been on the planet, we have
had little knowledge of how to treat diseases. So we waved our hands
over you and uttered Mumbo Jumbo - the gibbering
of the mad.
Hypnosis is Hocus Pocus. This is called in the trade magical
passes. This can really help people get better – it's a matter of
psychology, which Jesus was expert at. When miracles were attributed
to Jesus or asked if he was King of the Jews, he responded 'You
have said it!'
The main thing we all want to know is that someone cares and is
concerned about us personally, especially if we are about to die. Of
course, if you weren't cured, we gave you the last rites and waved
you off
(in other words, touched you with a drop of sperm).
In
two stubborn cases of shamanic healing for a blind man and a deaf
man, Jesus resorted to spit, the unconscious substitute for that
other bodily fluid, sperm.
'♪
Jesus
just left chicago and he's bound for new orleans.
Well now, jesus just left chicago and he's bound for new orleans.
Yeah, yeah.
Workin' from one end to the other and all points in between.
Took a jump through mississippi, well, muddy water turned to wine.
Took a jump through mississippi, muddy water turned to wine.
Yeah, yeah.
Then out to california through the forests and the pines.
Ah, take me with you, jesus.
You might not see him in person but he'll see you just the same.
You might not see him in person but he'll see you just the same.
Yeah, yeah.
You don't have to worry 'cause takin' care of business is his name. (ZZ Top)
Well now, jesus just left chicago and he's bound for new orleans.
Yeah, yeah.
Workin' from one end to the other and all points in between.
Took a jump through mississippi, well, muddy water turned to wine.
Took a jump through mississippi, muddy water turned to wine.
Yeah, yeah.
Then out to california through the forests and the pines.
Ah, take me with you, jesus.
You might not see him in person but he'll see you just the same.
You might not see him in person but he'll see you just the same.
Yeah, yeah.
You don't have to worry 'cause takin' care of business is his name. (ZZ Top)
You've
finally found me in person, the One and Only! Where else
would I be but at Angel + Fire?
'♪
The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and stars were the gifts you gave
To the dark and the empty skies, my love' (Roberta Flack)
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and stars were the gifts you gave
To the dark and the empty skies, my love' (Roberta Flack)
What he's waiting for, I don't know,
But he waits everyday now.
He's just waiting for something to show.
Looking everywhere at no one,
He sees everything and nothing at all - oh.
When he shouts nobody listens,
Where he leads no one will go – oh.
Are we just like all the rest,
We're looking too hard for something he's got
Or moving too fast to rest.
But like a monkey on your back you need it.
But do you love it enough to leave it – ah. (note especially)
Who's
the lonely man there on the corner,
What he's waiting for, I don't know.
Oh but he waits every day now.
He's just waiting for that something to show.' (Phil Collins)
What he's waiting for, I don't know.
Oh but he waits every day now.
He's just waiting for that something to show.' (Phil Collins)
'♪
Daniel
my brother you are older than me
Do you still feel the pain of the scars that won't heal
Your eyes have died but you see more than I
Daniel you're a star in the face of the sky
Do you still feel the pain of the scars that won't heal
Your eyes have died but you see more than I
Daniel you're a star in the face of the sky
Daniel
is traveling tonight on a plane
I can see the red tail lights heading for Spain
Oh and I can see Daniel waving goodbye
God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes (biblical Daniel?)
Oh God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes' (Elton John)
I can see the red tail lights heading for Spain
Oh and I can see Daniel waving goodbye
God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes (biblical Daniel?)
Oh God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes' (Elton John)
'♪
Go
ahead and hate your neighbor
Go ahead and cheat a friend
Do it in the name of Heaven
You can justify it in the end
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgment day
On the bloody morning after when...
One tin soldier rides away' (Coven)
Go ahead and cheat a friend
Do it in the name of Heaven
You can justify it in the end
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgment day
On the bloody morning after when...
One tin soldier rides away' (Coven)
'♪
And
Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him (Leonard Cohen)
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.'
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him (Leonard Cohen)
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.'
Let's
play the children's game: Hot and Cold (holding up my arms). You're
cold. You're warmer. Close! Your getting hot. Your the hottest!
Bingo! You found it! It's my dick! The bird is the word – the
spermatic word, as Norman O. Brown has it. Sperm is the word of the
Lord. In the beginning was the Word. God said let there be light.
Translation: My predecessor and his angels
were sounding their trumpets to close out the last world age/aeon
(10,000 year Western Civilization) and begin the new aeon (the New
Jerusalem) – sperm and slime flying everywhere rapturing out the
people of the previous cycle. Light unconsciously always signifies
slime.
Understand
that this is not about your kissing my dick. I'm not here to lord it
over you. I'm no sadist. I'm no bully. Again, I'm come to serve.
I'm the Good Shepherd come to rescue my lost black sheep (you devils
here in Hell). Just like Moses led the Hebrews out of the fleshpots
of Egypt on the Exodus to the Promised Land, I'm come to lead you out
of the fleshpots of Hell on a New Exodus to the New Jerusalem. I'm
here to lay Satan down for the last time. I am here to harrow Hell,
in Christian terminology. And the nightmare that we're about to
embark on will be with all of you and with me until we reach our
physical graves. After we go through what's coming up, I guarantee
you Satan will never be loosed again. You're getting ready to be
punished for your faithful service to Satan – we're going to go
through the Great Tribulation. But let no one, including the idiot
suicide bombers, disparage the amazing scientific achievements, etc.
you've accomplished in your faithful service to Satan. The last
place I'd go for an update on the latest scientific advances is the
suicide bombers. What a bunch of morons! As the Tribulation
begins and the new aeon/cycle opens, we'll enter a new Golden Age
(the New Jerusalem), an age in which we're no longer strictly human –
an age of gods and monsters. The best will become superheroes or
gods, equipped to fight the monsters which will arise at the same
time. The shortest verse in the Bible: 'Jesus wept.', which means
we Space Aliens rarely show human emotions such a human love, so it's
unusual for us when we do. We are both more than human and less than
human – but definitely not human. Alien Klaatu (me) speaks in a
robotic monotone.
Here
in Hell all the men are under a literal witch's spell - that of the
Whore of Babylon. Men are literally sex slaves - beasts of burden -
blinded and charmed by the dolls.
As a powerful wizard,
I'm going to break that spell and wake all the men up. In turn, I'm
going to put all the women on the planet under a spell. They won't
be Stepford Wives or robots, but they will be walking around in broad
daylight hypnotized and dreaming. And when I get that accomplished
we will be in the New Jerusalem. Paul says with regard to Satan's
planetwide spell, 'For
we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities,
against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world,
against spiritual wickedness in high places.'
The
band Aqualung informs us in 'Strange and Beautiful (I'll Put a Spell
on You'):
'♪
I've been watching your world from afar, (on my
TV Screen)
I've been trying to be where you are,
And I've been secretly falling apart, unseen.
To me, you're strange and you're beautiful,
You'd be so perfect with me but you just can't see,
You turn every head but you don't see me.
I'll put a spell on you,
You'll fall asleep and I'll put a spell on you'.
I've been trying to be where you are,
And I've been secretly falling apart, unseen.
To me, you're strange and you're beautiful,
You'd be so perfect with me but you just can't see,
You turn every head but you don't see me.
I'll put a spell on you,
You'll fall asleep and I'll put a spell on you'.
What
I'm getting ready to say is the harshest thing I'll say all evening.
Look at your household. Which divorce are you on? Are you even
married to the woman you're with? How many of you are single fathers
and mothers? It so evil for a man to father a child and leave her
holding the bag. We have babies having babies here. And look at
your children, the fruit of your loins. How many stepkids do you
have? I see there in your household that your kids are mongrels,
mutts, half breeds, literal bastards (look it up in the dictionary)
and worse. Barack Hussein Obama (a telling name) rightly labels
himself a mongrel. Repeating, the very
definition of Hell is that the wrong men get inside, thereby breeding
devils, demons, and monsters. You have a carnival freakshow
menagerie. Brown brought up racist de Maistre; white male supremacy
as a natural aristocracy – the Aryan
Master Race revival of the ancient Vedic Caste System, where
everyone is in their proper place in life, making
affirmative action the white male
burden/handicap.
You
are in Bosch's 'Hell' where cats and dogs try to interbreed. Look
how you've squandered your precious seed packet, the only thing
that's matters! My own little seed packet has gone missing, so like
you I am a dead man. But I'm dead in a different sense than you. I
have no child, no issue. Like Jesus, no one will carry my genetic
information in the next generation. This is a third sense of dead
I'm using, in addition to corpses and the Living Dead (Zombies). Use
the context to decide which I mean. Mostly throughout dead means the
Living Dead, which I sometimes remember to note with quotation marks.
So,
is there an Afterlife, in spite of my earlier comments? Certainly!
The Life after Death you are currently living as Zombies is that
life!
We
fairies are notorious for snatching your babies from the cradle so we
can substitute our own changelings (sickly dead fairy babies). There
should be no children here!
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Instant Proof You're in Hell
You're
roaring down the expressway. Now, look at the people in the cars on
both sides of you. Do you know who these people are? Have you ever
seen any of them before? You can be certain you'll never see them
again. Do you know what they think and believe? You're in a
dangerous situation. It is a situation ripe for paranoia. For all
you know they could be axe murderers, serial killers, child
molesters, etc. (I chose these three examples on purpose since they
are aspects of what I could have been). You don't know. And here in
Hell, considerable numbers of them actually are such heinous types.
In the New Jerusalem, we be living in small settlements where
everyone knows everyone, and especially everyone's behavior in the
bedroom will be known to all. You'll leave your doors unlocked,
without a bit of worry. Life in these large cities is life in Hell,
which is the next topic.
Freud
said that civilization is a neurosis (in 'Civilization and its
Discontents'). He was too timid. It is absolute madness!
'Tis a stupid thing to build cities, especially these multimillion
inhabitant cities. It's a lot or toil and trouble for nothing.
Remember that Cain, the fallen son of the fallen Adam first started
building cities. The world age/aeon/cycle now coming to a close used
to be believed by theologians to be 6000 years long. This cycle
began when agriculture was invented and the first cities were built,
actually more like eight or ten thousand years ago. The two
essential components of Western Civilization were cities and
agriculture. Martin Heidegger, a Nazi sympathizer who never
recanted, equated mechanized industrialized agriculture with the
Holocaust. The rows of corn are people! You are what you eat!
Yeats quipped with regard to the Industrial Revolution,
'Locke
sank into a swoon;
The
Garden died;
God
took the spinning-jenny
Out
of his side.'
That
time was when God said let there be light. In the beginning was the
spermatic Word. The Bible begins in Genesis only with the latest
world age/aeon/cycle, and there were many prior. Genesis 1:1 opens
about ten thousand years ago, with numerous cycles prior.
'Tis
a stupid thing to build cities. Over time all the inhabitants turn
into devils. The fate of Babylon is the fate of all large cities.
Revelation 18:2, 'And
he cried mightily with a strong voice saying, Babylon is fallen, and
is become the habitation of devils, and the hold of every
foul spirit,
and a cage of every unclean and hateful bird.'
Again, Jeremiah 51:37, 'And
Babylon shall become heaps, a dwelling place for dragons,
an astonishment, and a hissing, without an inhabitant.'
The 'hissing' is the crackling of the Weird Radio. Note in both
cases the imagery here connected with fertility. In Babylon, you
lose your manhood! The Whore of Babylon is a castrator!
These
gigantic cities are full of devils, demons, monsters, vampires,
creatures of the night, zombies, robbers, thieves, gangsters,
organized crime, juvenile gangs, junkies, winos, prostitutes, pimps,
gays, lesbians, dolls, homeless panhandlers – the list goes in.
The generic Biblical name for all these denizens is 'Giants'.
The term never referred to physical size, but to the fact that they
mindlessly, selfishly devour the earth. The Greeks called the
monstrous Giants
that preceded the gods the Titans, who Zeus smote with lightning.
Just like Sodom and as in the days of Noah, as predicted by Jesus and
John of Patmos, there are practically no decent people left on the
planet. You take your life in your hands when you walk into one of
these cities. They're the Land of the Giants.
In
these cities, it's chaos and anarchy:
'♪
Everybody's
talking and no one says a word
Everybody's making love and no one really cares
There's Nazis in the bathroom just below the stairs
Always something happening and nothing going on
There's always something cooking and nothing in the pot
They're starving back in China so finish what you got
Everybody's making love and no one really cares
There's Nazis in the bathroom just below the stairs
Always something happening and nothing going on
There's always something cooking and nothing in the pot
They're starving back in China so finish what you got
- Nobody told
me there'd be days like these
Strange days indeed -- strange days indeed
Strange days indeed -- strange days indeed
Everybody's
smoking and no one's getting high
Everybody's flying and never touch the sky
There's a UFO over New York and I ain't too surprised
Everybody's flying and never touch the sky
There's a UFO over New York and I ain't too surprised
-
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Strange days indeed -- most peculiar, mama' (John Lennon – 'Nobody Told Me')
Strange days indeed -- most peculiar, mama' (John Lennon – 'Nobody Told Me')
'♪ People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange ' (Doors)
'♪
Well,
I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows
Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light
Or just another lost angel...City of Night (city of Hell)
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows
Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light
Or just another lost angel...City of Night (city of Hell)
Never
saw a woman...
So alone, so alone' (Doors)
So alone, so alone' (Doors)
Brown
waxes poetic about these cities (and gets to display his classical
erudition). Some of his epithets: City of Dis (a Level in Dante's
'Inferno') or Pluto; Satan's labyrinth; Stygian waters; the Cumaean
gates; the mouth of Hades; the Cretan labyrinth. 'This labyrinthe
cave in which we live is the world of the dead; - this metropolis is
necropolis.'
'♪
Living in the city ain't where it's at
It's like trying to find gold in a silver mine
It's like trying to drink whisky from a bottle of wine' (Elton John)
It's like trying to find gold in a silver mine
It's like trying to drink whisky from a bottle of wine' (Elton John)
The
vertical structures of cities (phallic Towers of Babel) for Brown
symbolize a defiance of Nature and an aggressive phallicity, an
attempt to conquer death through lasting and enduring monuments.
It's a case of the children's game Simple Simon Says (me). Before
you do anything at all always come to me and say 'May I, Lord?' Did
you say to me, 'Lord, may I build New York City?' No you didn't.
What we have here is a failure to communicate. If you had of asked
me, I would have said don't bother, you're wasting your time. I
nearly always say no to anything you want to do. As the Bible tells
you, 'Thy will be done, Lord.' Is that so hard to understand? But
after you've built it, you then come to me and say 'Lord, look at my
handiwork. Isn't New York magnificent?' I say you've went to a lot
of trouble for nothing. That city has now become filled with demons,
devils and monsters. All the cities around the world I have marked
for destruction.
How
does Attila the Hun get laid? He and his henchmen cordon off New
York city. They take great care to extract all the nubile young
females. Then they torch the city making a bonfire of its ten
million inhabitants, and Attila has a bonus. Gorgeous sex slaves!
Attila is on the way!
'♪
They
sentenced me to twenty years of boredom
For trying to change the system from within
I'm coming now, I'm coming to reward them
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin
I'm guided by a signal in the heavens
I'm guided by this birthmark on my skin
I'm guided by the beauty of our weapons
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin
For trying to change the system from within
I'm coming now, I'm coming to reward them
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin
I'm guided by a signal in the heavens
I'm guided by this birthmark on my skin
I'm guided by the beauty of our weapons
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin
I
don't like your fashion business, mister
And I don't like these drugs that keep you thin
I don't like what happened to my sister
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin' (Leonard Cohen)
And I don't like these drugs that keep you thin
I don't like what happened to my sister
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin' (Leonard Cohen)
If
you go to a fortuneteller, you'll see them stack the Tarot cards in
piles of suits. This shows they don't understand the cards. It
takes a Fool to understand them. The cards are a simple narrative,
start to finish. The cards must be laid out in order. The 0 card is
the happy Fool starting out his journey in life in tattered clothes
sewn out of the multicolored patches of the Joker with knapsack slung
over his shoulder and white rose of innocence while the dog nips at
his heels. With each new card he picks up new life experiences and
strengths. The Fool is not bright maybe, but at least he knows to
avoid the fate of the Hanged Man, the fate of the Jews so often and
of Jesus in particular on his cross. In the card, his body is the
Jewish hexagram shape (Star of David) and has the angelic light
of the dove descending. ''And
the Holy Ghost descended in a bodily shape like a dove upon him, and
there came a voice from heaven, saying, Thou art my beloved Son, in
whom I am well pleased.'
Remember,
light unconsciously signifies slime (as I said above with me on my
Great White Throne). And the halo of light (also in the psychic
'aura' or the 'vril')you see in pictures of me and my saints
signifies slime.
By
the way, Sir James Fraser noted, in addition to Jesus, other bleeding
dying and resurrected Gods, such as Osiris, Odin or Adonis share
features in common (virgin
birth at the Winter Solstice, descent to the Underworld - the
Harrowing of Hell - which I'm doing once again with my rebirth as
association with fertility). Jesus at Easter and I are the Pagan
Spring Fertility God who's reborn.
Jesus
on the middle cross:
'♪
Clowns to the
left of me!
Jokers to the right!
Here I am stuck in the middle with you'. (Bob Dylan)
Jokers to the right!
Here I am stuck in the middle with you'. (Bob Dylan)
'♪ Day after day alone on the hill The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still But nobody wants to know him They can see that he's just a fool And he never gives an answer But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down And the eyes in his head See the world spinning round Well on the way, his head in a cloud The man of a thousand voices is talking perfectly loud But nobody ever hears him Or the sound he appears to make And he never seems to notice Oh, round, round, round, round, round And he never listen to them He knows that they're the fools But they don't like him ' (Beatles)
Near
the end is the Tower of Babel card. The Tower is being struck by
lightning (= slime) and has caught fire. People are jumping out of
the upper windows. The Fool as Wizard
Rainmaker is doing these special effects. And this precisely is what
I did during the Tower of Babel World Trade Center attack, where in
addition to the planes, separately I called up my Invisible Rain and
Lighting planetwide (Mass
Psychosis). In the last card, the Joker/Fool, who has jest (not
misspelled) come to crown, the wild man from Borneo, stands as the
hermetic androgyne King of the World (to which I equate the World
card). 'Tis jest
jibberweek's joke.'. Schuchard
quotes William Blake, 'the two-fold form Hermaphroditic and the
Double-sex'd/ The Female-male and the Male-female.'
That's
who you see. Me. Standing in front of you as King of the World!
However, I don't plan to wear an actual crown like the Fool.
Let
me elaborate a moment on Mass
Psychosis (the Secret
Rapture). Repeating some of my list from 1986:
PURPLE
RAIN COLORED RAIN GREEN RAIN FAIRY
RAIN INVISIBLE RAIN BLOWING THE WIND REAPING THE
WHIRLWIND IDIOT WIND THE WHISPERING WIND WEATHER WAR
FIRE AND BRIMSTONE THE FLOOD
I
said then, 'At first sight, looking over this by no means exhaustive
list, it appears we need to get out our umbrellas (or perhaps a
degree in meteorology).' I also said, 'After all, no one can predict
the weather.' Both Freud and Jung taught that the unconscious is
collective. It is the common possession of all of us. Everyone on
the planet is wired together by means of this Collective
Unconscious. This is the transmission medium I use on my Weird
Radio. Brown noted with regard to Freud, 'In the deepest level of
our unconscious, we find not fantasies, but telepathy,' called by
Freud the uncanny. Brown says, 'A Magnetic field of action at a
distance; or a magical field . . . action at a distance, the center
of Freud's interest in the “Occult.”The message I send on it when
I get inside your head is frequently garbled, and it fades in and
out. The transmission medium is not always clear. The Tower of
Babel is the Biblical confusion of tongues (the meaning of Babel) =
Mass
Psychosis = the gibbering
of the mad
on the Weird
Radio = The Secret
Rapture. Brown says, 'Civilization originates in stammering, the
builder is a stutterer: Balbus babbles; Balbus builder of the Tower
of Babel. The thunder is God stuttering: to speak broken
heaventalk.'
Pentecostals
speak in tongues (glossolalia). Brown says,
'Barbarism,
or speaking with tongues
as
in Finnegans Wake
polyglot
turning into glossolalia.
Pentecost'
Now
that you see me in person, I can tell you straight out what the
content of the message I was transmitting was. It was: 'She's
getting too hot! Danger! Danger! The women are waking up!'
The
Real Story of the World Trade Center Attack (the
Literal Tower of Babel for this World Age/Aeon/Cycle Now Ending)
On
9/11, there were three things going on at once, and one was not
visible to the eye. First, there were the two planeloads full of
zombies whipping through the air going into the Twin Towers.
Zombies? Zombies! Yes, as in my Judgment I gave you a few minutes
ago, you're dead - the Living Dead! Zombies. In his unconscious,
Osama Bin Laden unzipped his pants and sent two silver fairy
seeds whistling through the air to the Towers (he was attacking the
Whore of Babylon, New York, the financial capital of plantewide
Hell).
Hollywood
closely prophesied this scenario in advance.
'The
Brain from Planet Arous' -Madman Cackles While Shooting Down
Airliners with his Eyes. (Note the poster sex attack)
In
'Flash Gordon Conquers the Universe' (the title itself is a prophecy
of me – the Sky Marshal of the Universe), at the very end a
spaceship (phallic silver seed to the future) is sent hurtling into
Emperor Ming the Merciless's stronghold, which is a tall phallic
tower where he's holed up, blowing it to smithereens, reminiscent of
the Towers. Think of Saddam Hussein deep in his hole. (As an
Oedipal aside, Flash is the hunk, Dale Arden is the doll and their
offspring is the evil dead fairy
sex fiend dwarf – Ming the Merciless – me.)
Second,
there was the anthrax letterbomb attack by obviously a
madman. As I said when I discussed the Fool at the Tower of
Babel Tarot card, the third thing was me calling up my invisible
thunder
and lighting rainstorm (= slime) striking at the Twin Towers (Mass
Psychosis). I was copying the madman in my favorite movie 'The Brain
from Planet Arous' (1958) and shooting airliners out of the sky.
This is Wizard Rainmaking. In other words, I fired up my Weird
Radio – the Secret
Rapture (holding my Invisible Radio up) a day or so before
the attack (we the gods know when something big is coming down) and
continuing for a day or so thereafter. And at 9/11, I was the only
one broadcasting. Like Osama, I was attacking the Whore of Babylon,
symbolized by the Towers in New York, the financial capital of Hell.
The first time I broadcast in 1973, I was only one of hundreds of
angels
blowing the horn. And in subsequent broadcasts, fewer and fewer were
broadcasting, until I was the only one left at 9/11.
I'm the last man on earth! By contrast, you aren't men. You are
only devils – zombies – the living dead. I have known from my
cradle that I was born to rule, and I had my confirmation then, when
I as the last man on earth was the only one broadcasting. So you
shouldn't be surprised that I now stand before you as King of the
World!
Neil
Young in 'After the Gold Rush' (my second favorite rock song
of all time) 'prophesied' this:
'♪
Well, I dreamed I saw the knights
In armor coming,
Saying something about a queen.
There were peasants singing and
Drummers drumming
And the archer split the tree.
There was a fanfare blowing
To the sun
That was floating on the breeze.
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.
Well, I dreamed I saw the silver
Space ships flying
In the yellow haze of the sun,
There were children crying
And colors flying
In armor coming,
Saying something about a queen.
There were peasants singing and
Drummers drumming
And the archer split the tree.
There was a fanfare blowing
To the sun
That was floating on the breeze.
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.
Well, I dreamed I saw the silver
Space ships flying
In the yellow haze of the sun,
There were children crying
And colors flying
All
around the chosen ones.
All in a dream, all in a dream
The loading had begun.
They were flying Mother Nature`s
Silver seed to a new home in the sun.
Flying Mother Nature`s
Silver seed to a new home'.
All in a dream, all in a dream
The loading had begun.
They were flying Mother Nature`s
Silver seed to a new home in the sun.
Flying Mother Nature`s
Silver seed to a new home'.
As
the Last Man on Earth, the Chosen One he sang of, I turned out to be
the Archer for 9/11 with the phallic Towers as targets. As
landmarks, they were sitting ducks for my slime cruise missiles (my
special effects via my Weird Radio). The silver seeds to the future
were the airliners. The 'loading' Neil 'prophesied' is the resulting
billions I raptured out! Pile 'em high! This is my
Cleansing/Culling/Evacuation of the Earth in my Conflagration at
World's End! His 'new home' is the New
Jerusalem where I'm leading you!
The phrase 'tilting at windmills' comes from Cervantes' very early (1605) literary classic 'Don Quixote' meaning to quixotically , madly, futilely attack targets as imaginary enemies. He fantasized he was a knight of chivalry. A telling detail: he felt they were Giants! In 'V for Vendetta' (2005), V, hiding behind a mask, blows up Big Ben as a (phallic) landmark target, takes control of the airwaves, and later attacks the Houses of Parliament, all to impress his lady love, who wavered on accepting him!
The phrase 'tilting at windmills' comes from Cervantes' very early (1605) literary classic 'Don Quixote' meaning to quixotically , madly, futilely attack targets as imaginary enemies. He fantasized he was a knight of chivalry. A telling detail: he felt they were Giants! In 'V for Vendetta' (2005), V, hiding behind a mask, blows up Big Ben as a (phallic) landmark target, takes control of the airwaves, and later attacks the Houses of Parliament, all to impress his lady love, who wavered on accepting him!
Now,
let me pull together the schematic sequence of events now occurring.
Traditional Christian prophecy uses strict linear time culminating in
the Second Coming and the end of the world. True enough, but quoting
Verene on Joyce's Vico, 'Joyce transforms the three ages of gods,
heroes and humans of Vico's "ideal eternal history" into a
structure of four -- the fourth is the stage of dissolution,
heralding the renewal at the end of the cycle.' So Joyce added the
upcoming fourth age - the Golden Age (Second Coming) to Vico's three
ages. Linear time ends then, and the next cycle begins making a
widening spiral (= a cone). Brown says, 'a cyclical view of history,
a cycle of world ages.'
The
Vedic Puranas (Sanskrit for 'Ancient Times') labeled this the Kali
(means Iron) Yuga, the last period with degeneration of character and
morals. Corresponding is the Book of Daniel prophecy with the last
age as the Iron Age. Similarly for the Greeks, Hesiod called the
last age the Iron Age when men have no shame and the gods have
forsaken humanity. The Mayan
Popol Vuh had four ages. In the age of Wood
the creatures walked according to their own desires and neglected to
worship the gods and were destroyed by a great flood sent by these
gods. Such Flood myths are universal.
It's
a cycle of decline and profanation: It's a cycle of decline and
profanation: 'A democracy cannot exist as a permanent form of
government. It can only exist until the voters discover that they
can vote themselves largesse from the public treasury. From that
moment on, the majority always votes for the candidates promising the
most benefits the public treasury with the result that a democracy
always collapses over lousy fiscal policy, always followed by a
dictatorship. The average of the world’s great civilizations
before they decline has been 200 years. These nations have progressed
in this sequence: From bondage to spiritual faith; from faith to
great courage; from courage to liberty; from liberty to abundance;
from abundance to selfishness; from selfishness to complacency; from
complacency to apathy; from apathy to dependency; from dependency
back again to bondage.'
Brown
recorded on audio cassette TO GREET THE RETURNING GODS in 1971,
transferred to 6 CDs in 2007 (OCLC 19188640; LCD9772). Then he wrote
CLOSING TIME where he refers to Joyce's fourth age as a 'interval of
timeless formlessness, an interregnum' (translated as a time between
kings), inaugurating the Golden Age. Brown says, 'The golden years
return.', and 'Waiting for a new dawn.' Also, 'waiting for the
return of the theocratic age - to recognize the gods, to greet them.'
So,
the Christian timetable is amplified. The World Trade Center Attack
was the literal fulfillment of the Tower of Babel Tarot card. As
Brown says, 'the gods return in thunder'.
As I said, 'this was me calling up my invisible thunder
and lighting rainstorm striking at the Twin Towers (Mass
Psychosis). In other words, I fired up my Weird
Radio.' This is one of the multiple Secret
Rapture events of which I have been the main instigator, along with
several of my assistant angels.
'♪
Call
out the instigators
Because there's something in the air (= slime raining down!)
We've got to get together sooner or later
Because the revolution's here, and you know it's right
And you know that it's right' by Thunderclap Newman 'Something in the Air'
Because there's something in the air (= slime raining down!)
We've got to get together sooner or later
Because the revolution's here, and you know it's right
And you know that it's right' by Thunderclap Newman 'Something in the Air'
The
upcoming final Secret
Rapture, by my hand, will be the final conflagration where the world
is consumed as prophesied by fire, the net result being a shitload
(pardon my French) of corpses, my fairy
dump, again to inaugurate the fourth Golden Age, after I spew slime
planetwide! Scoop 'em up! Make room! Make room! Pile 'em high! A
bonfire offering to the Sun! 'Thrust
in thy sickle, and reap: for the time is come for thee to reap; for
the harvest of the earth is ripe'. Rev 14:15 'Let
the dead bury their dead.'
A
Secret 'Rapture Prophecy? William Blake's Writhing 'Whirlwind of
Lovers' in Hell (Dante's 'Inferno') (Compare with my phallic waving
Fire Hose spewing).
The
sentiment among most Catholics and many Christians generally is that
there would be no Secret
Rapture, and that it's not Biblical. Only a few 'incoherent' verses
in (mainly) Paul lend support. Paul was out of his depth and
language resources.
It
is real as the corpses I laid out!
And I give the Secret
Rapture it's proper name:
MASS
PSYCHOSIS!
So,
just as Jesus correctly prophesied the Kingdom within a generation,
you will soon behold the descent of the New Jerusalem down to Earth
from Heaven!
I
said I'm a Communist. The last century was littered with many
heinous dictators and tyrants. There are in the present day still
many around outside the West. I admire none of them. Like me,
they're thugs, goons, morons and idiots. They're stand-ins for the
all mad,
all bad cliffhanger supervillains who plotted World Domination
(mwahahaha!). But I do respect a few of them. I'll name Lenin,
certainly not Stalin, but yes on Mao and Castro.
Lenin called Leftism an infantile disorder – he was more
profoundly right than he knew. Leftists are shrill in tone, because
unconsciously they see the taboo is being violated. I also
like the Frankfurt School Jews: Horkenheimer and especially
Adorno. They made mistakes in their works such as 'The Dialectic of
Enlightenment' and have een rightly criticized as elitist mandarins.
But here at the End of the World their brand of Marxism has been
ultimately vindicated.
Castro
would never use this terminology, but he's a fair wizard.
Specifically, he's a clockstopper. As a better wizrd,
I'm going to go him one better (below). He came to power in 1959,
looked around and said 'Hey, we've got enough to get by, let's stop
the clock!' He made time stand still, and in subsequent years on
Havana's streets all you saw were ancient fifties dinosaur cars that
were the old gas guzzlers with huge tail fins. And with no repair
parts, they were clunkers held together by such as string and chewing
gum.
Mao's
successors used their advantage as a totalitarian state to institute
a one child policy in an attempt to control overpopulation, with
mixed results.
I
look at the politicians such as John Howard, Gordon Brown and Barack
Obama. They are hard-working, honest and honorable. They are all
criminals! They've stuck it in! They are automatically disqualified
from rule! I want to address the real rulers which are
certainly not the politicians. They're all in the bag of the
billionaires that are CEOs of the multinationals. These are the real
rulers. They prefer to remain anonymous. But, some have stepped
into the spotlight and have become celebrities. I'll name Donald
Trump, Bill Gates, Richard Branson, Rupert Murdoch, Sumner Redstone,
Warren Buffet, Sam Walton (I use his Walmart!), George Soros and
Oprah Winfrey. Bill Gates is such a nerd that he didn't even get
married until late. A significant number in Hollywood are
billionaires. I mean none of you billionaires any harm. And I am not
going to confiscate your billions. But I have a question. When are
you go to get enough? Between now and the time you die are you going
to starve? I don't think so. So why do you continue to pile it up?
There is something wrong with you! As Jesus said, 'It's
easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich
man to enter into the kingdom of God.'
In one translation, instead of camel the word is rope. Jesus made a
Freudian slip here. Eye of the needle = cunt.
The
world is precisely 180 degrees upside down - topsy turvy. Hell is an
inverted world. As Joyce said, 'It's about to rolywholyover.' 'The
last shall be first', as
Jesus said. All the most vicious, selfish, greedy backstabbing
devils (the billionaires) are on top and the few remaining decent
people here in Hell are on the bottom. Adam Smith, the grand
theorist of capitalism, said that everyone pursues their own selfish
interest (in other words, be devils), and it all works out (the
Invisible Hand). The only rule here is: Grab! Grab! Grab! Houses,
boats, cars,
for sure a woman, whatever you can get
you hands on, whether you need it or not. And never stop, just keep
grabbing! Quoting Mt 6:19 – 'Lay
not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth
corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal.'
You aren't the slightest bit grateful for anything you have. All
you say is: 'More! More! More!' And you don't have the slightest
clue where it's all coming from. You don't care a fig that
everything you buy that you don't need is helping to destroy my
planet. The single most important and revealing verse from John of
Patmos is Rev. 11:18 where the wrath will 'destroy
them which destroy the earth.'
You try the patience of saints!
'♪
Come and join the party, dress to kill
Won't you come and join the party, dress to kill
Dress to kill
Won't you come and join the party, dress to kill
Dress to kill
It's an eminence front (The Who)
It's an eminence front, it's a put on, it's a put on'
I'm
the Reaper!
'♪
All our times have come (Blue Oyster Cult)
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain (We can be like they are)
Come on baby (Don't fear the reaper)
Baby take my hand (Don't fear the reaper)
We'll be able to fly (Don't fear the reaper)
Baby, I'm your man
Valentine is done
Here but now they're gone
Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity (Romeo and Juliet)
Forty thousand men and women every day (Like Romeo and Juliet [die!])
Forty thousand men and women every day (Redefine happiness)
Another forty thousand coming every day (We can be like they are)''Thrust in thy sickle, and reap: for the time is come for thee to reap; for the harvest of the earth is ripe.' Rev 14:15
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain (We can be like they are)
Come on baby (Don't fear the reaper)
Baby take my hand (Don't fear the reaper)
We'll be able to fly (Don't fear the reaper)
Baby, I'm your man
Valentine is done
Here but now they're gone
Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity (Romeo and Juliet)
Forty thousand men and women every day (Like Romeo and Juliet [die!])
Forty thousand men and women every day (Redefine happiness)
Another forty thousand coming every day (We can be like they are)''Thrust in thy sickle, and reap: for the time is come for thee to reap; for the harvest of the earth is ripe.' Rev 14:15
With
all that stuff, you're still miserable. It doesn't make you happy.
I put you out of your misery and rapture you home, just as they shoot
horses that are worn out and foaming at the mouth! It's an old, old
story. Adam Smith said it all works by the Invisible Hand. Smith
was blind as a bat! The Invisible Hand is the Whore of Babylon,
nothing less! And all the billionaires are in service to the Whore
of Babylon. They are her slaves, beholden to Mammon and the
marketplace. In turn, the Whore serves Satan himself. As another
famed economist, John Maynard Keynes (apostle of massive government
deficits), noted, "Capitalism is the astounding belief that the
most wickedest of men will do the most wickedest of things for the
greatest good of everyone." This winner take all meritocratic
jungle is mirrored/aped by the Hollywood superstars.
I
am not going to close the stock market, but what I am going to do
will cause it to crash. The collapse of the Soviet states
demonstrates that only capitalism delivers the goods, and it will
still exist, but in modified form. Previously, I listed some
examples of things we won't be making in the New Jerusalem. I will
keep stock market open, but I will maintain a lengthy list of things
we don't make anymore. We will make only about 10% of the things we
presently make. Capitalism will still exist, but only in a limited
arena. And the stock market will have fallen to nearly zero, so it
won't be much of a market. There will be no
advertisements in the New Jerusalem. The very definition of an
advertisement is to get you to buy something you don't need or want.
It's selling refrigerators to Eskimos (a non PC word). In the New
Jerusalem, we will take only what we need, and leave the rest. The
way advertisers sell their goods is to use Sigmund Freud. Proof that
Freud is correct, is that, by the twenties, the industry listened to
Freud. And from that point on, the industry has always used him with
complete success. It is Marx's fetishism of commodities. And most
advertising has always been oriented towards women. She has usually
been the primary shopper in the household. Let women buy what they
want, and they will try to buy the 'Stairway to Heaven' – the Led
Zeppelin song. That is, the only thing really on a woman's mind is
to get a man and get a seed. She buys all the fashionable clothes
and cosmetics, etc. solely for that purpose (again, this is Marx's
fetishism of commodities). She's a black hole – she sucks all
these things in like a vacuum cleaner. In a woman's unconscious, the
things she piles up from the store are seeds. That's all that's on
her mind. She's building her nest. She doesn't really need or want
any of this stuff. All she has to do is wiggle her finger to get
what she really wants. She didn't need to buy any of it. As Led
Zeppelin sang, '♪
with a word she can get what she came for.' We're in the utopia of
the dolls.
Their every whim is instantly gratified, and most of what they ask
for they don't need. They enjoy grinding men down into the dust
running them ragged getting them this and that. The New Jerusalem is
the male utopia, where women are handmaids. Do I support feminism?
Not! I've never been PC - Politically
Correct! Take that feminazis!
The
West used to be patriarchal, but has long since ceased to be so. The
Whore of Babylon reigns by default since we men have lost our
patriarchy – the dolls
call the shots here. You may have noticed that I have been
addressing only the men here, as it should be. The Bible of course
is patriarchal, starting in Genesis with who begat whom. I am 1000%
patriarchal, and am going to reinstate patriarchy. All the
freightliners on the highways, all the cargo ships at sea, and all
the freight trains on their tracks all dance to the Whore of
Babylon's (the doll's) tune.
So
often these days, my good man, you have a woman boss. A woman tells
you what to do. Question: Seed, seed, who's got the seed? Last
time I checked you do. How far is she going to get without a seed?
Nowhere! How come a woman is telling a man what to do? We have
women combat jet pilots here! Totally absurd! Who is really sane,
and who is really mad
here? I can be rightly accused of being a misogynist
here, but I don't hate women. And I'm against both physical and
psychological abuse. But my mission is to hypnotize and put all the
women to sleep under my spell. Repeating, Paul says with regard to
Satan's planetwide spell, 'For
we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities,
against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world,
against spiritual wickedness in high places.' Those
in service to Satan are trying to 'save the appearances', as Brown
put it.
The
only valid choice is either the females in command or men. Both ways
you get steely taskmasters. But women can't see.
They can't look beyond themselves and their families. Men have
heart. 'Father knows best.'
Another
question: Why must any virgin
have
to work? If no one at all had stuck it in, not even once, there
would be nobody here, and nothing you see would be here. As Joyce
points out in the Wake, 'to remind us of how, in this drury world of
ours, Father Times and Mother Spacies boil their kettle with their
crutch. Which every lad and lass in the lane knows.' Again Joyce,
'It's as semper as oxhousehumper!'
'♪
Everybody knows the secret (I gotta secret –I'm a
virgin!)
Oh, everybody knows the score, yeah, yeah
I have finally found a way to live
In the color of the Lord' (Blind Faith)
Oh, everybody knows the score, yeah, yeah
I have finally found a way to live
In the color of the Lord' (Blind Faith)
'♪ And you may ask yourself What is that beautiful house? And you may ask yourself Where does that highway go? And you may ask yourself Am I right?...Am I wrong? And you may tell yourself MY GOD!...WHAT HAVE I DONE?' (putting it in!) (Talking Heads)
'♪
We
skipped the light fandango
turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
but the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
as the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
the waiter brought a tray
turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
but the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
as the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
the waiter brought a tray
And
so it was that later
as the miller told his tale
that her face, at first just ghostly,
turned a whiter shade of pale' (Procul Harum)
as the miller told his tale
that her face, at first just ghostly,
turned a whiter shade of pale' (Procul Harum)
(Crowd
clamors to see her, the real star of the show, as my
bawdy namesake from Chaucer grosses her out and freezes her into a
stone statue.)
'♪
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.'
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.'
(Pink
Floyd)
It's
a phantom empire! We have become another Atlantis - a Lost
Continent! It was all built on a bed of sand. '♪
Castles
made of sand, fall in the sea, eventually' (Jimi Hendrix). Gene
Autry played the Space Cowboy in 'The Phantom Empire' serial from
1935. I'm the real Space Cowboy! Remember it was at
the height of the Depression. It seemed in those desperate days that
Hollywood's prophecy of all the superscience would never come to
pass. It did come to pass with all the amazing scientific marvels we
have now. But it all came at a fatal price. There's the devil to
pay. We have to pay the piper - a fairy
collect. It was all a fairy
show that Hollywood put on for us - a fairy
trap. For at the end of the serial, the advanced technological
civilization literally melts before Gene's eyes. Hollywood made a
spot on prophecy of the price we are going to pay for our service to
Satan! The Phantom Empire was appropriately located deep
underground. In terms of the Christian three story universe, the
fairy
world of superscience can slide the aboveground world into Hell.
Clint
Eastwood was another Space Cowboy in 'High Plains Drifter' where he
circumscribed a forbidden zone by having the folk paint the town red
to mark it, a colloquial phrase for a 'crazy' thing to do.
Precisely
as in Sodom, the legal system is upside down. Obvious murderers and
heinous criminals go scot free, and minor offenders get stiff
sentences. Miscarriages of justice are rampant. Day and night on TV
lawyers advertise to take you're case, Everyone sues everyone, just
as in Sodom. I'm going to completely overhaul the tort system and
class action suits.
No
one on the planet understands the tax code. I'm going to switch to
the Fair Tax with no more tax forms at all.
I'm
going to interrupt the discussion to get a piece of business started
this evening. Uncle Sam has gone senile, and can't even maintain the
integrity of the borders, the most elementary function of a state.
As of this moment, the INS is strictly an enforcement agency. I
nominate Pat Buchanan to be it's head, if he will accept. There will
be zero immigration until further notice. The Constitutional
provision (the 14th Amendment) that children born to
noncitizens in the U.S are citizens is suspended. At places where
illegals sneak in, we are going to set up a several mile
demilitarized zone, and lay down land mines – no fences needed.
We'll also have agents patrolling by land and air. Any human beings
in the DMZ, night or day, will be shot. And you will not receive a
burial. Your bones will be left to bleach in the desert as vulture
food.
The
INS is tasked with coming up with all the information on who is
legal. This will take no doubt several months, since as a Federal
agency, they typically don't know their ass from a hole in the
ground. I should know, since I worked until my retirement as
a Washington, D.C. Fed, after I earned my Master's in Physics. I
deliberately chose that work, because it's excellent work for
slackers. Earlier, I had a literal offer to be a rocket scientist -
to work at Kennedy Space Center for NASA. But I chose an easier job
as a Fed. That was a front for my real separate full time job –
becoming God, which is unbelievably hard and all consuming. I
deliberately chose slacker work while I was developing my powers.
Just like Clark Kent and all the superheroes, I had a secret, dual
identity. Like them, I have superpowers, and my superpowers are
real! I'm a real superhero! I need to have my costume designed.
On second thought I'll just wear Superman's. Actually, you'll always
see me in casual clothes. In my secret identity, I was a mad
scientist in addition to my real life role as an actual scientist, on
the rocky road to becoming God (it's hard to be a god).
Back
to the illegals: Every illegal alien tomorrow morning will put a for
sale sign on their house, car, etc. You can also transport your
goods with you to your home country. When you get your cash, head
for the border. If you don't have transportation, we'll organize
transports. Since all the illegals will be putting their assets up
for sale at the same time, many will be taken advantage of. I
realize you'll only get pennies on the dollar. We'll commission
ships for those from overseas. I will not negotiate with your home
countries nor pay a bribe for them to accept you back. You have to
go for two reasons. 1. We don't have time to assimilate you, we've
got too many other problems on the plate right now. 2. We need
those jobs. Jobs are shortly going to be nearly impossible to find.
Plenty of people will be happy for any job they can get. All
illegals are felons, after all. If you're illegal, and you don't
leave, once the INS has the information, it will make repeated sweeps
of all neighborhoods. If you wait till you're picked up, you won't
be able to cash out your assets, and Uncle Sam takes your house, etc.
Illegals picked up in the sweeps will get one hearing before a judge
to prove they are legal. If the judge rules against you, you will be
shot. As of this moment, no illegals will attend any school in this
country. You will receive no hospital services unless you pay for
them. If your home country won't admit you, we'll park you on the
border of your country in tent cities until someone does take you.
All Aboard My Time Machine!
Dig
my Emperor's New Groove!
When
I sing and dance, it mostly comes across as the pathetic mumbles of
Frankenstein's monster (mad gibbering) in 'Young Frankenstein' when
he attempted to sing '♪
Putting on the Ritz', rather than suave crooning. He spoke in a
squealing, dumbfounded, mute speech. But here goes!:
'♪
It's astounding
Time
is fleeting
Madness
takes its toll
But
listen closely
Let's
do the Time Warp again
Let's
do the Time Warp again
It's
just a jump to the left
And
then a step to the right
With
your hands on your hips
You
bring your knees in tight
But
it's the pelvic thrust
That
really drives you insane
Let's
do the Time Warp again
Let's
do the Time Warp again
It's
so dreamy
Oh,
fantasy free me
So
you can't see me
No,
not at all
In
another dimension
With
voyeuristic intention
Well
secluded, I see all
With
a bit of a mind flip
You're
into the time slip
And
nothing can ever be the same
You're
spaced out on sensation
Like
you're under sedation
Let's
do the Time Warp again
Let's
do the Time Warp again
'The Rocky Horror Picture Show'
I,
God, am an inventor. I am all the time constructing new devices.
Here in my hands is an example - my very latest, improved model
Weird
Radio. See the dials where I tune it in (holding up my invisible
Weird
Radio, tuning the dial). Again you may go, 'Lord, you're shucking
me! You are holding nothing in your hand!' I reply that I can see
and tune my radio just fine. I said I was going to go Castro one
better. I have constructed a time machine – my latest and best
device. Everyone on the planet is going to get aboard my train I
have constructed, no exceptions, starting with the next session. I'm
the conductor, and you will be sealed cargo. It's going to be a
rough and rocky passage, but I'm charged with keeping it as painless
as possible. The main thing is to keep your wits about you, do what
I say, and many, if not all, will get out of this alive. My
time machine does not travel in geographic space. It travels only in
time. It only goes one direction in time - backwards. As the titles
of the movies say, we're going 'Back to the Future', 'Somewhere in
Time'. I'm going to roll the clock planetwide back to approximately
1900 - very slowly and carefully. If we go too fast, we'll loose
more people than otherwise on the way. My time machine will plunge
the entire planet into a deep spell. We're facing the most extreme
emergency my poor battered planet has ever faced. I've got billions
of you devils in service to Satan, and under his orders you've
almost succeeded in destroying my planet. Every word from the lips
of Satan you hop right to. The damned
don't cry. The bad sleep well. You don't question Satan. The Bible
said you must obey every word, every spermatic word, from the mouth
of the Lord. My mouth. You don't. I don't get no respect.
I'm
going to do what Jesus Christ and Karl Marx was going to do. Watch
Mr. Wizard (me)! Jesus, Marx and all the Old Testament prophets were
all renegade Jews. I like renegade Jews. They always come up with
interesting messianic ideas. Barack Obama (mentored by Weather
Undergrounders such as Bernadine Dohrn) style socialism and genuine
communism are poles apart. Both nationalize the private sector
including health care, etc. Socialism desires infantile dependent
freeloader wards sucking the government teat (the mother fixation I
took up earlier). You get cradle to grave deadbeats. But the
objective of communism is the 'withering away of the state.' - to end
global multinationalism and to dissolve all state organizations.
I'm
going to do what Jesus and Marx were going to do. We are going to go
off and be mostly native, mostly barbarian, stupid idiots like we
always are. We will be in fact becoming highly evolved the spiritual
beings, who can access
hyperdimensions/other
dimensions/the Other World. You say that this was not in your plans,
no thank you. You've got your three piece suit and your townhouse.
You're not eager to put on a loincloth. We must head in that
direction for the sake of the survival of my planet. We're going to
have to have a low footprint on the ground. '♪
Get back to where you once belonged.' (Beatles).
Marx
complained of the 'idiocy of rural life'. But I'm leading you to:
'♪
Country roads,
take me home
To the place I belong
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads' (John Denver)
To the place I belong
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads' (John Denver)
'♪
When
are you gonna come down
When are you going to land
I should have stayed on the farm
I should have listened to my old man
When are you going to land
I should have stayed on the farm
I should have listened to my old man
You
know you can't hold me forever
I didn't sign up with you
I'm not a present for your friends to open
This boy's too young to be singing the blues
I didn't sign up with you
I'm not a present for your friends to open
This boy's too young to be singing the blues
So
goodbye yellow brick road (Dorothy's Utopia of the Dolls)
Where the dogs of society howl
You can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm going back to my plough
Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back toad
Oh I've finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl
You can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm going back to my plough
Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back toad
Oh I've finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road
What
do you think you'll do then
I bet that'll shoot down your plane
It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics
To set you on your feet again
I bet that'll shoot down your plane
It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics
To set you on your feet again
Maybe
you'll get a replacement
There's plenty like me to be found
Mongrels who ain't got a penny
Sniffing for tidbits like you on the ground' (Elton John)
There's plenty like me to be found
Mongrels who ain't got a penny
Sniffing for tidbits like you on the ground' (Elton John)
'♪
Everybody's
building ships and boats
Some are building monuments, others are jotting down notes
Everybody's in despair, every girl and boy
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here
Everybody's gonna jump for joy
Come all without, come all within
You'll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn' (Bob Dylan)
Some are building monuments, others are jotting down notes
Everybody's in despair, every girl and boy
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here
Everybody's gonna jump for joy
Come all without, come all within
You'll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn' (Bob Dylan)
'♪ Bodhisattva ( also called Buddha)
I'm gonna sell my house in town
Bodhisattva
I'm gonna sell my house in town
And I'll be there
To shine in your Japan
To sparkle in your China
Yes I'll be there
Bodhisattva' (Steely Dan)
In
the Deep South, they're clockstoppers!:
'♪
Summertime and the livin is easy
Fish are jumpin and the cotton is fine
Oh your daddys rich and your ma is good lookin
So hush little baby, dont you cry
(Oedipal Son of a Gun and SOB)
One of these mornings
You're goin to rise up singing
Then you'll spread your wings
And you'll take the sky
But till that morning (Second Resurrection – The Secret Rapture)
Theres a nothin can harm you
With daddy and mammy standin by'
Fish are jumpin and the cotton is fine
Oh your daddys rich and your ma is good lookin
So hush little baby, dont you cry
(Oedipal Son of a Gun and SOB)
One of these mornings
You're goin to rise up singing
Then you'll spread your wings
And you'll take the sky
But till that morning (Second Resurrection – The Secret Rapture)
Theres a nothin can harm you
With daddy and mammy standin by'
'♪
L.A. proved too much for the man
(Too much for the man, he couldn't make it)
So he's leaving a life he's come to know, ooh
He said he's going back to find
Ooh, what's left of his world
The world he left behind not so long ago
(Too much for the man, he couldn't make it)
So he's leaving a life he's come to know, ooh
He said he's going back to find
Ooh, what's left of his world
The world he left behind not so long ago
He's
leaving
On that midnight train to Georgia, yeah
Said he's going back
To a simpler place and time, oh yes he is
I'll be with him
On that midnight train to Georgia
I'd rather live in his world
Than live without him in mine' (Roberta Flack)
On that midnight train to Georgia, yeah
Said he's going back
To a simpler place and time, oh yes he is
I'll be with him
On that midnight train to Georgia
I'd rather live in his world
Than live without him in mine' (Roberta Flack)
My
lover stands on golden sands
And
watches the ships that go sailing.
Somewhere
beyond the sea, he’s there watching for me
If
I could fly like birds on high
Then
straight to his arms I’d go sailing.
It’s
far beyond a star, it’s near beyond the moon.
I
know beyond a doubt, my heart will lead me there soon.'
The
Unconscious is Collective. Paul declares, 'there
is no respect of persons with God.'
The Kingdom of Heaven is within where we are all One. Brown
concurs, 'God
does not go for personalities; nor does the Last Judgment consist in
the award of prizes to personalities for the performance of their
parts. The performance principle must go; the show must not go on.
The parts are not real: for ye are all one in Christ Jesus; he is
not your personal savior. In the Last Judgment, the apocalyptic fire
will burn up the masks and the theater - - psychoanalysis is not 'ego
psychology' - ; the ego is a 'me' fabrication, a piece of illusion
(Maya)'. 'Man
looketh on the outward appearance, but the LORD looketh on the
heart.' For
Brown, 'The outcome of psychoanalysis is the discover that magic and
madness are everywhere. - The mad truth: the boundary between sanity
and insanity is a false one. The proper outcome of psychoanalysis is
the abolition of the boundary. Satan
highly esteems intellect, and you collect tokens such as degrees here
in Hell, but I'm concerned with your heart.
And,
you can't fix stupid. 'For
you have the poor always with you.' I'm
fine if you're stupid (and thus poor), in spite of Brown and my
earlier comments on white male superiority, if you have heart.
Nothing
good ever has come from Hollywood. Everything has been
a deadly poison putting us ever deeper in Hell. The movies had
unsavory origins. Their origin was traveling carnivals and
vaudeville shows. Movies were severely frowned on in the early days
of the industry. The people behind them have always been sleazy, low
lifes. They amount to dead fairies as a group, although, you can't
say that about any particular individual. It takes one to know one.
I'm a dead fairy
also. And I see what Twinkle Town (or, Tinsel Town) really amounts
to. Don't ever sit down at a poker table where opposite you are
fairies. You need to know that if you lose, they'll not only take
the shirt off your back, but they are going to kill you. You are
betting your life. And you also need to know that they always hold
the high cards before you sit down at the table. When you lay your
hand on the table, they always slap down a better hand. The moral is
that children shouldn't play with dead things. The wares Twinkle
Town sells are all deadly fairy
poison. Joyce says, 'swishingsight teilweisioned' (Joyce's prophesy
prior to regular TV broadcasts).
What
you see on the TV is what I, God, have always been able to see
without the need for a TV screen. I am all-seeing in my omniscience.
And once TV lets you see what I see, it will turn you into a Fool
like me also – it's a boob tube. TV gives you a god's eye view
like me. TV makes you omniscient:
'♪
I know you've deceived me, now here's a surprise
I know that you have 'cause there's magic in my eyes
I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles
Oh yeah
If you think that I don't know about the little tricks you play
And never see you when deliberately you put things in my way
Well, here's a poke at you
You're gonna choke on it too
You're gonna lose that smile
Because all the while
I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles'
I know that you have 'cause there's magic in my eyes
I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles
Oh yeah
If you think that I don't know about the little tricks you play
And never see you when deliberately you put things in my way
Well, here's a poke at you
You're gonna choke on it too
You're gonna lose that smile
Because all the while
I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles'
It
will warp and rot your brain and turn you into a frozen stone statue
fascinated, hypnotized and glued to the screen, the condition I've
been in from birth. For me particularly, because I'm a chameleon
madman, I become what I see there unwillingly. There's an obscure
film from the early days of TV – 'Meet Mr. Lucifer' (1953). The
message of the title and the storyline is that everything on the TV
is straight from Hell, and if you participate in any of it, you'll
become a devil. Everything you see on TV - all the people -
everything - is a broadcast straight from Hell. TV is the devil's
picturebook. It is mind destroying infantile garbage and filth. I
must shut it all down to put all the women to sleep!
'♪
When I think back
On all the crap I learned in high school
It’s a wonder
I can think at all
And though my lack of education
Hasn’t hurt me none
I can read the writing on the wall
Kodachrome (TV as omniscient – God's eye view)
They give us those nice bright colors
They give us the greens of summers
Makes you think all the world’s a sunny day, oh yeah
I got a nikon camera
I love to take a photograph
So mama don’t take my kodachrome away
If you took all the girls I knew
When I was single
And brought them all together for one night
I know they’d never match
My sweet imagination
And everything looks worse in black and white (Paul Simon)
On all the crap I learned in high school
It’s a wonder
I can think at all
And though my lack of education
Hasn’t hurt me none
I can read the writing on the wall
Kodachrome (TV as omniscient – God's eye view)
They give us those nice bright colors
They give us the greens of summers
Makes you think all the world’s a sunny day, oh yeah
I got a nikon camera
I love to take a photograph
So mama don’t take my kodachrome away
If you took all the girls I knew
When I was single
And brought them all together for one night
I know they’d never match
My sweet imagination
And everything looks worse in black and white (Paul Simon)
If
you study Hollywood carefully over the years, as I have, you can't
avoid the conclusion that the engine that has run Hollywood from the
start is porn - all these beautiful dolls that as a group make up the
Whore of Babylon. Most of you are offended by porn and avoid it, but
that has always been the secret motive power of Hollywood, and this
is what has kept our eyes glued to the screen all this time. Porn is
Space Fucking, as in 'Weird Science' (1985), where horny computer
nerds conjure a Barbie Doll sex toy/Robot (the gorgeous sexy Kelly Le
Brock.), which we're in fact doing with our TVs.
All
men react Hollywood's gorgeous dolls ('filthy pictures'), but nerds
such as myself also salivate over gleaming phallic silver spaceships
(seeds to the future). The vedic vimanas (spaceships) dreamed (these
are spaceships of the mind) of in India as the prior world age/aeon
(Hindu yugas) turned into the aeon also now ending were deliberately
revived by Hollywood (e. g., the Flash Gordon serials of the
desperate days of the Thirties depression). Tales also arose of a
Great Flood, time travel and parallel universes – i. e., their
forbidden quest drove them mad! That prior cycle ended in a 'nuclear
warfare' conflagration as this one will when I again set off my
worldwide detonation. That 'Nuclear Detonation' I will shortly
unleash won't be visible to the eye (it will be
hyperdimensional).
Kingsley Amis rightly titled his study of the science fiction genre
'New Maps of Hell.' This superscience puts us in Hell and leaves us
drooling.
This
stuff's designed to drive you mad
(welcome to the club)! This stuff'll kill ya! We're laughing
ourselves to death! These killing jokes will drop you dead! Instead
of buying ever newer large screen TVs to pick up all the sexy
details, you should of chucked your sets out the window!
'♪
He blew his mind out in a
car.
He didn't notice that the lights had changed.
A crowd of people stood and stared,
They'd seen his face before.
Nobody was really sure if he was from the House of Lords.' (Beatles)
He didn't notice that the lights had changed.
A crowd of people stood and stared,
They'd seen his face before.
Nobody was really sure if he was from the House of Lords.' (Beatles)
Television
is the tool that amplified the strength of my Invisible Fairy
Rain. I do my Fairy
Bowling with the dolls
I see on TV. I see them and launch my cum cruise missiles, my slime
bullets, at them. Rock star Pat Benatar stands on stage in a sexy
costume and sings,
'♪
Hit me with your best shot!
Why
don't you hit me with your best shot?
Fire
away!'
She's
asking for it, and I happily oblige! When I set off my thermonuclear
bombs, I'm blasting the planet back to the Stone Age to usher in the
next aeon. 'Murder by Television', a movie from the Thirties before
production of TV's actually began, prophesied what I was going to do.
Haven't you noticed that practically the only women you see on TV
are dolls?
We've got millions of dolls
now arriving, coming in increasing numbers! They're here with the
aid of TV! TV is their magic Witches' Mirror!
Through
the looking glass of the TV is a Candy Store of dolls,
the strictly forbidden Isle
of the Blessed! It's a Dollhouse! You want to reach out and grab
'em! Schuchard notes the Jewish Kabbalists taught that a
'telepathic' sexual relation without physical contact was possible
between male and female fantasizers. '♪This
monkey gone to Heaven.' TV has made us all into sexual perverts –
voyeurs/lechers. You can look but you can't touch! But I was able
to step into the screen to set off my timebomb!
Timebombs
are prominent plot devices in many action movies, practice because
Hollywood had in advance set itself up to self-destruct!
'♪ Step right up and don't be shy, because you will not believe your eyes. She's right here behind the glass (the TV screen) and you're gonna like her, 'cause she's got class. You can look inside another world. (hyperdimensional/parallel dimension) You get to talk to a pretty girl. She's everything you dream about... but don't fall in love... She's a beauty --- one in a million girls, she's a beauty. Why would I lie? Why would I lie? You can say anything you like, but you can't touch the merchandise. (The Tubes=TV screen+'Down the Tubes')
For
the TV stage show:
'♪
Say, it’s only a paper moon sailing over a cardboard sea
But
it wouldn’t be make believe if you believed in me.
Yes,
it’s only a canvas sky hanging over a muslin tree
But
it wouldn’t be make believe if you believed in me.
Without
your love, it’s a honky-tonk parade.Without your love, it’s a melody played in a penny arcade.
It’s a Barnum and Bailey world, just as phony as it can be
But
it wouldn’t be make believe if you believed…….if you
believed…..
If
you.. be..lieved.. in.. me.'
For
the benefit of Harry Potter wannabes, this is not the 'Coast to Coast
AM' radio version. The
Unconscious is Collective: 'My
name is Legion: for we are many.'
(possessed by demons). LEGION
(2010) depicts Me at the Final Battle
vowing vengeance and wiping out the human race that I Judge as no
longer worthy of Me.
Wizards are 'sensitive'- able to commune with the 'dead' (the 'Living
Dead') as vessels of the Collective
Unconscious, the Weird
Radio, and can become professionals through our abilities. Symptoms
of the mad,
such as hallucinations and hearing voices merely means we are
directly tapped into this Collective
Unconscious. As in the film 'The Signal', receivers of this Weird
Radio may go criminally insane. It is painful, deadly, poisonous and
contagious. The film 'The Last Airbender' depicts such a Chosen
One, a boy (really meaning a narcissistic fairy – a boy in the body
of a man as with the Dalai Lama) with this power to emit and receive.
He can bend the 'air', in other words, curve space and warp time.
He is the lone human who can harness the powers of each element to
restore balance to the ravaged world. Like the Hanged Man of the
Tarot cards and Jesus and I, the rest of the world will stop at
nothing to turn us off. Repeating what I said earlier, you
legitimately may go, 'Let's take this sucker out!'
'
♪
You
consider me the young apprentice
Caught between the Scylla and Charybdis. Hypnotized by you if I should linger Staring at the ring around your finger. I have only come here seeking knowledge, Things they would not teach me of in college. - - Mephistopheles is not your name, But I know what you're up to just the same. I will listen hard to your tuition, And you will see it come to it's fruition. I'll be wrapped around your finger. I'll be wrapped around your finger. Devil and the deep blue sea behind me Vanish in the air you'll never find me. I will turn your face to alabaster, (i. e., stone) Then you'll find your servant is your master, And you'll be wrapped around my finger. I'll be wrapped around your finger. You'll be wrapped around my finger. I'll be wrapped around your finger.....' (Sting)
We
shamans are technicians of the sacred who can control and manipulate
the spirit
world and receive manifestations (conjuring the 'dead'). Analogies
of this insubstantial spectral, ghostly spirit
world are such as mirror images, reflections in the water, shadows or
dream images. Techniques to reach that Otherworld/parallel
universe/hyperdimension include scrying or crystal gazing and
channeling, used to enter an ecstatic trance to make contact.
Through TV by social
engineering and billions of dollars, Satan mimics that world. With
respect to Coast to Coast AM and the numerous alien or ghost hunter
shows on TV, don't search here and yon for these entities. Just
study what is what's on the screen! The
uncut version of 'The Devil's Rain' has a globe of souls (crystal
ball = TV) containing the tormented damned which is consigned to a
'bottomless pit' as in Revelation, prophesying the fate of TV sets
and TV broadcasts, all set in advance to self-destruct.
I
have said you've met your maker, but it actually goes back and forth.
Did I make you, or did you make me - out of your unconscious? I am
the Id monster that you made with the aid of Hollywood out of your
unconscious, again, the Beast slouching towards Bethlehem. Hollywood
had a big part in making me, as indicated in the film 'Making Mr.
Right' (rigid
robotic movements = erection with a life of its own ).
Alien 'Starman' also has lumbering,
clumsy movements, just as Frankenstein's monster. And
I'm a quick study. All through this session, I've referred to
various movies and songs. I'm the only person who
knows what each movie actually means – far different from what each
one supposedly means. Hollywood in fact had two mandates. The first
was the easy part - to put us in Hell, The second part was to create
me, someone who can lay Satan down. For Hollywood deliberately was
charged with temporarily driving the whole world mad (Mass
Psychosis), so that I singlehandedly, a raving madman and the Last
Man on Earth - the Lone Ranger - the Sole Survivor - Suspect Zero,
would be the only sane person left on the planet able as King of the
World to rolywholyover this topsy turvy inverted world of Hell!
'♪ Coming into Los Angeles
Bringing in a couple of keys (my keys to Hell and Death)
Don't touch my bags if you please
Mister Customs Man
There's a guy with a ticket to Mexico
No, he couldn't look much stranger
Walking in the hall with his things and all
Smiling, said he was the Lone Ranger.' (Arlo Guthrie)
I
came here to deliberately shoot ourselves in the foot. I'm going to
kill the goose that laid the golden egg. Specifically, Hollywood is
out of business shortly. James Joyce in the Wake instructed us to
'Roll away the reel world!' (spelling r-e-e-l). As Joyce says,
'Shadows by the film folk, masses for the good people.' The
Hollywood fairies have put us in a fairy
world, one that will not withstand the scrutiny of the light of day.
In particular, at a date that I'll set all worlwide all entertainment
production will cease. Movie screens will go dark planetwide. Radio
and TV broadcasts will cease. Keep your existing dvds, etc.,
including porn. It's just that there won't be any new ones coming
out. You have tens of thousands of titles to look at and trade with
others. Hollywood was out of ideas by the Seventies, and since then
it has all just been recycled anyway. Once all screens go dark, the
dolls
will all vanish! They'll literally melt down and disappear exactly
like that other witch - the Wicked Witch of Oz! Once their magic
Witch's Mirror (TV) goes dark, they'll turn back into plain women.
'And
except those days should be shortened, there should no flesh be
saved.'
Think
about the implications of no Hollywood. The more you think about the
dimensions of it, the more you will realize that it will lead to a
worldwide economic collapse. For starters, the millions in
entertainment production and in broadcasting are out on the streets.
I say to the millionaire movie stars: You've made your ill gotten
gains. Take the money and run! Movie stars get paid those millions
for simply reading what someone else has wrote. It's the biggest
scam going. We have to go through this collapse to lay
Satan down (the Great Tribulation). The collapse will be more severe
than the Thirties Depression. In that earlier Depression, our
granddaddies hopped a boxcar and rode to the end of the line. They
should have stayed right there. This time we are not going to
recover from it. As I say, instead we are going backward in time,
and eventually going mostly native. There will be practically no
jobs to be had. No job means no mortgage payments and evictions. We
may not even have any currency, depending on how bad it gets. The
central banks may not be able to prop up the dollar. Just like the
Thirties we'll have millions upon millions on the streets. It's back
to breadlines and soup kitchens. After we go through what's coming
up, we will make certain that Satan is never loosed again, as I've
said. Get your affairs in order!
I'm
making a lot of changes. The U.S. will cease foreign aid to any
country. The U.S. will no longer be the policeman of the world. We
will in the future rarely intervene, if at all, in any foreign
conflicts. With Uncle Sam belly up, we'll likely go hat in hand to
other nations for handouts, although they will likely be broke also.
We
in the West are shortly going to sign off. Don't conclude that it
is now your turn to advance. You must close up shop now also.
Specifically, you must all shut down the entertainment industry
when we in the West do. The spectre of billions of Chinese driving
cars is terrible to contemplate. In China, you need to set the clock
back to 1900 with its Imperial Court and the warlords. I will be
starting no wars, but rest assured, if we're attacked by anyone, such
as China, we will defend ourselves fiercely. If we must have
Armageddon, so be it. At least, if it does happen, it will have the
benefit of reducing the population. (Return
to TOPICS)
Science
Satan was deliberately released for his season around a thousand
years ago, mainly so we could get all this amazing, knock your socks
off science, technology, medicine and engineering. Because you are
such faithful servants of Satan, that fact was used to trick you into
producing the moonshot and the rest of it. The main objective was to
get Armstrong's moon walk. This cycle coming to an end could have
just as well been closed right then. If we had closed down in 1969,
what we have to go through ahead (the Great Tribulation) would have
been much easier. That is because all through the decades since we
have been progressively descending deeper into Hell under the
influence of Twinkle Town. There are inexhaustible ways to
characterize Jesus, but the first way I would characterize him is as
a stone age man – a cave man. The simple craftsman life in Galilee
was too complex for him. More specifically he was a Stone Age
Siberian style shaman. But secondly, he was a rocket man. The only
objective of the gods has always been to get to the stars. We
created you solely for this purpose. You are here only as tools to
accomplish this.
'♪
I think it's
gonna be a long long time
Till touch down brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no I'm a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone
Till touch down brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no I'm a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone
Mars
ain't the kind of place to raise your kids
In fact it's cold as hell
And there's no one there to raise them if you did
And all this science I don't understand
It's just my job five days a week
I'm a rocket man, a rocket man' (Elton John)
In fact it's cold as hell
And there's no one there to raise them if you did
And all this science I don't understand
It's just my job five days a week
I'm a rocket man, a rocket man' (Elton John)
All
we needed for this World Age/Aeon/Cycle Now Ending (Western
Civilization) now ending was proof of principle that we can one day
get off the planet when the time comes (the moonshot). When we do
get there, we will not be dominating, exploiting or colonizing other
worlds. Instead, we will exploring and discovering. We will join
forces with the others who are waiting for us and combine
technologies for our mutual benefit. Billions of years ahead, we
will be in many different forms, unrecognizable. Ultimately, we will
be Masters of the Universe - our ultimate destiny. The paradox is
that, in order to get to the stars, we have to temporarily forget
about it and go off to the New Jerusalem instead. We will limit
ourselves to spaceships of the mind until then. I have the planet
under quarantine. You've almost destroyed this planet, and I will
certainly not let you do the same thing elsewhere. In the meantime,
we have to keep this planet in good enough shape so that we can get
by until we ready to leave the planet. In the New Jerusalem, I'll be
working on your heart – getting some of that selfishness and greed
out of you. I, God, have never succeeded with your heart in spite
of many tries. But someday you come to me and say 'Lord. Is it
time?' And I'll say 'yes it is time – I've got your heart in
pretty good shape finally.' Then we'll get busy and build fleets,
not just one, of starships. Right now it seems nearly impossible to
build just one. But when the time comes, it'll be fairly easy.
Then, we're off!
With
the economic collapse, Uncle Sam will likely be nearly bankrupt.
That means no grant or contract money for science. Which means no
research. If you have your own funding, research away! In
particular, theoretical physicists, you don't need much funding. All
you need is blackboard, chalk, pen and paper and some computers. You
can continue your work even through all the problems we'll be going
through. I have a special assignment for you. I need quantum
gravity. You are tantalizingly close to getting it. If you don't
get it before this cycle closes, it is going to be a long time before
we have this much brainpower assembled on the planet again. Once we
have it, we will know how to build the starship drives. Get busy!
On
a closely related subject, my own two cents. Physicists have found
the Dark Energy. You should consider the possibility of an ether.
Einstein disproved an electromagnetic ether, but Einstein said all
has life that there still may be an ether. Einstein's cosmological
constant is nonzero, implying the ether. The Reichian Orgone that
will bathe us all permanently in slime once I open Heaven's
floodgates from my perch (Great White Throne), and rain men
planetwide, is the counterpart of the ether. Plus, add the latest,
the dark flow, the astronomical data implying the entire universe is
being pulled into another one!
This
concludes this session. I have two homework assignments. MTV,
voluntarily discontinue your current programming and instead run in a
loop the list of music videos from the first years of MTV, which is
found only in the print version of my 1986 book. Those were before
the days of closed captioning, so scroll in large letters on the
bottom of the screen the lyrics, which is what's important. By 1986,
MTV self-destructed and Hollywood's show was over. While I'm
thinking about it, add two videos from Kate Bush that I didn't list.
The first is 'Cloudbusting' showing Wilhelm Reich's rainmaking
machine, me being a rainmaker. His machine was nothing but twisted
tubes with no power supply of any kind.
The
rain was Fairy
Rain (Mass
Psychosis), not water. Reich was a Space Gunner – a Scanner! By
the way, Reich's writings are an incoherent jumble. This is not
surprising, since he was mad.
But his life was interesting. Freud kicked him out of the
International Psychoanalytical Association when he became a member of
the Communist Party. He was then kicked out of the Communist party
because of his views on sexual freedom. By the Thirties, he was
paranoid schizophrenic (probably infected by one of his mad
patients). By the Fifties, Reich had deteriorated with his
madness.
He was seeing saucers and cloudbusting. Finally, the Men in Black
(the federal FDA) threw him in jail, where died of a heart attack.
Reich's Cosmic Orgone (he meant Mass
Psychosis) was considered crackpot. Add also Bush's video
'Experiment IV', where the madman blew the psychiatrists of his
asylum to smithereens with no visible weapons.
Again,
that's me - mad,
drooling, infectious, deadly and sex-crazed! (drool = slime I spew).
I'm the Crazy Spaceman (the B.E.M. or bug-eyed monster) abducting
the doll seen often on lurid, cliche sci-fi and horror movie posters
– the tale of Beauty and the Beast. 'If the Earth dies, you die.
But if you die, the Earth survives.' Thus sprach Klaatu (Kenau
Reeves) in deadpan monotone in the (dull) 2008 remake of THE DAY THE
EARTH STOOD STILL. His voice is that of a mechanical man (robot).
My clear task as space alien Klaatu is to rapture out billions of you
devils (who once were human)! We Space Aliens/Madmen typically speak
in such a monotone to mimic the way we hear the secret messages (the
gibbering of the mad - racing thoughts) that we forward when we
receive them on the Collective Unconscious, crackling, buzzing and
humming. The song 'Radar Love' conveys these messages. Their band
name 'Golden Earring' means the ringing in your ears (or Led
Zeppelin's humming in your head, or wave in the air). 'Sane' people
can't seem to hear it very well.
Secondly,
in my correspondence with Brown prior to his 2002 death, it was clear
his published works were the tip of an iceberg. I would like a
curator to produce a collected works of Norman O. Brown from the
University of California at Santa Cruz, where they're housed in 71
boxes (MS-35 - view at UCSantaCruz.).
My letters (1971-83) are in box 12, folder 38. This includes all
his articles and letters, in addition to his books. Many of the
articles were printed in obscure, hard to obtain literary journals.
Brown deposited the print copy of my book I sent him in the UC Santa
Cruz library. He 'admitted' to me he put the sexual foremost. In
'Stairway to Heaven' '♪
there
are two paths you can go by': sexual excess or abstinence. Either
road can enlighten. In private life, Brown wasn't promiscuous at
all. In this regard, Brown said in 1970, "Polymorphous
perversity in the literal, physical sense is not the real issue. I
don't like the suggestion that polymorphous perversity of the
imagination is somehow second-best to literal polymorphous
perversity." Combine Brown's (and my) infantile polymorphous
perversity, narcissism and controlling temperament, and you see we're
both fairies.
If
you decide it's time to riot and loot, you're only going to make
matters for yourself and everyone else. Don't do it! You're in the
hands of the Lord now, and I'm here to serve. '♪
He's got the whole world
in his hands.' I
here to help as many as possible you to make it through this.
It
would alleviate the Tribulation we'll be going through if the TV
networks would suspend regular programming and concentrate on the
contents of this address. This can come in the form of news
commentators, debates, economists' discussions, etc.
Parenthetically, on the economy: the economy is a confidence game –
Adam Smith's Invisible Hand. It's a literal con game – a house of
cards. That is, if you have confidence in it, it holds together and
if you loose confidence in it, it falls apart. If tomorrow everyone
panics, then my prophesied collapse will begin then rather than after
my second address. If so, so be it. The next address will
be at an earlier hour since what I will say children can hear. In
the future I will say nothing more about the topics I have discussed
tonight. Although, if you let me know, I can ramble on about these
topics for hours on end, and every bit of it will be new. I enjoy
it. But I strongly suspect that after what you've heard this
evening, you won't be eager to hear more. As a favor, I'll not
subject you to more, unless you want me to. At my next address, I
will set the date when the entertainment industry shuts down, with
detailed directives with respect to that industry. Also, I'll issue
my Muslim Edicts, with the objective of systematically, peacefully
removing each and every Muslim out of the United States and urging
every country outside the Middle East to do likewise. And, of
course, (slowly) removing women from the workplace and giving those
jobs to men.
This
concludes tonight's address. Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,
until next time.
“It
ain't over 'til it's over.”
“It
ain't over 'til the Fat Lady Sings.”
Human
Cannonball Seed To The Future (Me) Shot From Phallic Gun at the
Circus Finale (The End of the World)
The
sentiment among most Catholics and many Christians generally is that
there would be no Secret
Rapture, and that it's not Biblical. Only a few 'incoherent' verses
in (mainly) Paul lend support. Paul was out of his depth and
language resources.
It
is real as the corpses I laid out! Repeating: 'The Day the Earth
Stood Still' says: 'If the Earth dies, you die. But if you die, the
Earth survives.' My clear task as space alien Klaatu is to rapture
out billions! And I give the Secret
Rapture it's proper name:
MASS
PSYCHOSIS!
Brief
excerpts from Margaret MacDonald’s 1830 Secret
Rapture prophecy:
It
was first the awful state of the land that was pressed upon me. I
saw the blindness and infatuation of the people to be very great. I
felt the cry of Liberty to be just the hiss of the serpent to drown
them in perdition. It was just ‘no God’, ----
I
saw the people of God in an awfully dangerous situation, surrounded
by nets and entanglements, about to be tried, and many about to be
deceived and fall. Now will THE WICKED be revealed, with all power
and signs and lying wonders, so that if it were possible the very
elect will be deceived.
'In
the last days, perilous times shall come. For men shall be lovers of
their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient
to parents, unthankful, unholy, Without natural affection,
trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of
those that are good, Traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures
more than lovers of God, having a form of godliness but denying its
power. And from such people turn away! For of this sort are those
who creep into households and make captives of gullible women loaded
down with sins, led away by various lusts, always learning and never
able to come to the knowledge of the truth.' 2 Timothy
There
two senses (at least) for Brown's title Closing Time
First
the approaching end of history and time. 'History is a nightmare
from which I'm trying to awake.' 'Thatll beall for tody. Call it
off. Godnotch, vryboily. End a muddy crushmess!
On
the verge of closing time. --' 'It is later than you think.'
'Fieluhr?
Filou! What age is at? It saon is late.
What
era's o'erring? Lang gong late.
Faurore!
Fearhouse! At last it past!' 'The thing that we dread has
already happened.
The
thunder
of the crash: --
The
sense of an ending:
Western
Civilization is over.'
And
secondly, 'Shut up shop, dappy. - And they all drank free.' It's
up to us to insure that it's over.
Below
are the citations that Brown in 1973 culled from Joyce's Wake
(in quotes) and from Vico's New Science (labeled NS), and also
some from Brown's earlier LOVE'S BODY (1966). Brown's
comments are labeled NOB. Combining Joyce with Vico (an
acknowledged influence on Joyce) would be, according to Joyce, a feat
of: 'the book of doubledends Jined'. Brown entwined Joyce and
Vico. Joyce uses the word salad of the mad
(gibbering)
and the slurred speech of the drunken. Finnegan is after all an
Irish pub owner well acquainted with whiskey.
'He
lifts up the lifewand and the dumb speak.'
'Array!
Surrection!'
'One
stands, given a grain of goodwill, a fair chance of actually seeing
the whirling dervish, Tumult, son of Thunder.'
'For
the Clearer of the Air on high has spoken.'
'Loud,
graciously hear us!'
'She,
she she! But on what do you again leer? I am not leering. I pink
your pardon. I am highly sheshe sheserious.'
the
body is a historical variable. (NOB)
No
more Greek revival (NOB)
'Death
is genitalized as a return to the womb' (NOB)
The
real apocalypse comes not with the vision of a city or kingdom, which
would be still external, but with the identification of the city and
kingdom with one's on body. (NOB)
'Lights,
pageboy, lights!'
waiting
to stop the show, the farce
waiting
to bring the house down. (NOB)
waiting
for the new dawn (NOB)
waiting
for the return of the theocratic age
-
to recognize the gods, to greet them. (NOB)
'It
is just, it's just about to, it's just about to rolywholyover.'
'tell
Hell's well.'
'In
the name of – - their holocaust, Allmen.'
'not
pater noster, but panther monster.'
'to
remind us of how, in this drury world of ours, Father Times and
Mother Spacies boil their kettle with their crutch. Which every lad
and lass in the lane knows.'
'It's
as semper as oxhousehumper!'
'Roll
away the reel world, the reel world, the reel world!'
'Shadows
by the film folk, masses for the good people.'
'Finn,
again!'
there
were giants
in the earth in those days - Genesis
-history
begins with bestial giants
(as
in Finnegans Wake) (NOB)
'The
great fall of the oftwall entailed at such notice the pftjschute of
Finnegan.'
The
polis is polished
civilization
is polite
is
policed. (NOB)
The
entire original human race was divided into two species: the one of
giants,
the other men of normal stature; the former gentiles, the latter
Hebrews. (NS)
Men
first feel necessity, then look for utility, next attend to comfort,
still later amuse themselves with pleasure, thence grow dissolute in
luxury, and finally go mad
and waste their substance. (NS)
That's
where it's at: decline.
The
Decline of the West O. Spengler
First
the age of the gods, then the age of heroes,
then
the age of men. The origin is sacred; the decline is secularization,
process is profanation. (NOB)
In
all nations of the world the priests kept such doctrine secret even
from their own plebs, whence indeed it was everywhere called secret
doctrine, for sacred is as much as to say secret. (NS)
The
delineaments of giants
(NOB)
god-fearing
giants,
as opposed to the impious giants
who continued the infamous communism of things and of women. (NS)
As
with Freud, it is primarily a matter of toilet training:
Mothers,
like beasts, must merely have nursed their babies, let them wallow
naked in their own filth. And these children, who had to wallow in
their own filth, whose nitrous salts richly fertilized the fields,
and who had to exert themselves to penetrate the forest, would flex
and contract their muscles in these exertions, and thus absorb
nitrous salts into greater abundance. They would be quite without
that fear of gods, fathers and teachers which chills and benumbs even
the most exuberant in childhood. They must have therefore have grown
up robust, vigorous, excessively big in brawn and bone, to the point
of becoming giants.
(NS)
These
were at first impious men, who recognized no divinity; there were
nefarious, since relations among them were not distinguished by
marriages; and finally, not understanding society int the midst of
this infamous promiscuity of things, they were alone like wild
beasts, and hence weak and lastly miserable and unhappy because they
were in want of all the goods that are needed to keep life safe.
(NS)
But
if the peoples are rotting in that ultimate civil disease and cannot
agree on a monarch from within, and are not conquered and preserved
by better nations from without, then providence for their extreme ill
has its extreme remedy at hand. For such peoples, like so many
beasts, have fallen into the custom of each man thinking only of his
own private interests and reached the extreme delicacy, of better of
pride, in which like wild animals they bristle and last out at the
slightest displeasure. Thus no matter how great the throng and press
of their bodies, they live like wild beasts in a deep solitude of
spirit
and will, scarcely any two being able to agree since each follows his
own pleasure or caprice. By reason of all this, providence decrees
that, through obstinate factions and desperate civil wars, they shall
turn their cities into forests and the forests into dens and lairs of
men. In this way, through long centuries of barbarism, rust will
consume the misbegotten subtleties of malicious wits that have turned
them into beasts made more inhuman by the barbarism of reflection
than the first men had been made by the barbarism of sense. For the
latter displayed a generous savagery, against which one could defend
oneself or take flight or be on one's guard; but the former, with a
base savagery, under soft words and embraces, plots against the life
and fortunes of friends and intimates. Hence, peoples who have
reached this point of premeditated malice, when they receive this
last remedy and are stunned and brutalized, are sensible no longer of
comforts, delicacies, pleasures and pomp, but only of the sheer
necessities of life. (NS)
only
barbarians are simple-minded enough to recognize the gods (NOB)
-
only barbarians are capable of rejuvenating a world laboring under
the death throes of an unnerved civilization (NOB)
The
world's great age begins anew
The
golden years return --
A
return to the first beginning
the
return of the gods
the
Second Coming. (NOB)
In
the jungle of the cities, the new barbarism.
It
is later than you think. (NOB)
Civilization
is an altar, on which a sacrifice is being made.
Human
sacrifice.
'Thatll
beall for tody. Call it off. Godnotch, vryboily. End a muddy
crushmess!'
'On
the verge of closing time. --'
'Shut
up shop, dappy. - And they all drank free.'
'during
this swishingsight teilweisioned' (Joyce's prophesy prior to regular
TV broadcasts)
'The
worst, it is hoped, even in our western playboyish world for pure
mousefarm filth.'
'Kish
is for anticheirst,
and the free of my hand to him!'
the
swan song of dying civilizations (NOB)
'The
poignt of fun where I am crying to arrive you at.'
'History
is a nightmare from which I'm trying to awake.'
Is
the proletariat the sober reality of the human condition – the
necessity of labor -
to
be disclosed after the show is over
after
the farce has ended. (NOB)
Finnegan
Beginnagain we are back again
before
the Birth of Tragedy
before
the Gods of Greece
something
more elemental. (NOB)
'pawses'
'It
darkles (tinct, tint) all this our funnanimal world.'
'Not
Pater Noster but Panther monster.'
When
the leopards break into the temple and drink the wine from the sacred
chalice.
The
hour of the beast, or the barbarian
-
and they all drank free (NOB)
'The
wild man from Borneholm has jest come to crown.'
Waiting
for the return of the gods
witnessing
the return of babarism
the
new barbarians
returning
to primitive simplicity of the first world of peoples (NS)
the
simplicity to be acquired (NOB)
For
a long period of time the impious races of the children of Noah,
having lapsed into a state of bestiality, went wandering like wild
beasts until they were scattered and dispersed through the great
forest of the earth; and with their bestial education giants
had sprung up and existed among them at the time when the heavens
thundered for the first time after the flood.
Thereupon
a few giants,
who must have been more robust, and who were dispersed through the
forests on the mountain heights where the strongest beasts have their
dens, were frightened and astonished by the great effect whose cause
they could not know, and raised their eyes and became aware of the
sky. They pictured the sky to themselves as a great animated body,
which in that aspect they called Jove, who meant to tell them
something by the hiss of his bolts and the clap of his thunder.
Thus
it was fear which created gods in the world. (NS)
'The
while we, we are waiting. we are waiting for. Hymn.'
restraining
also their bestial lust from finding its satisfaction in the sight of
heaven, of which they had mortal terror. So it came about that each
of them would drag one woman into his cave and keep her there in
perpetual company for the duration of their lives. (NS)
The
origin of civilization, thunder;
the origin of civilization, madness
(NOB)- (MASS
PSYCHOSIS is the gibbering
of the mad
- thunder
at the Tower of Babel)
Civilization
originates in stammering, the builder is a stutterer: Balbus
babbles; Balbus builder of the Tower of Babel. The thunder is God
stuttering: to speak broken heaventalk.
(NOB)
They
were out of their minds
--
Man is maniac (NOB)
Violent
eruption, vulcanism; the patient becomes violent as he wakes up. The
madness of the millennia breaks out; madness is, Dionysus is
violence. (NOB)
'Whereas
psychoanalysts view schizophrenics as trapped in private symbolic
worlds they cannot distinguish from what we call reality, Brown
regards schizophrenic thought as liberated from false boundaries
between mental and physical categories.'
The
crucified body, the crucified mind. The norm is not normality but
schizophrenia, the split, broken, crucified mind. "If we
throw a crystal to the ground, it breaks, but it does not break
haphazard but in accordance with line of cleavage it falls into
fragments, where limits were already determined by the structure of
the crystal, although they were invisible. Psychotics are fissured
and splintered structures such as these. We cannot deny them a
measure of that awe with which madmen were regarded by the people of
ancient times." Split the stick and there is Jesus.
(NOB)
'It
is not schizophrenia
but normality that is split-minded; in schizophrenia the false
boundaries are disintegrating.
.
. . . Schizophrenics are suffering from the truth. . . .
Schizophrenic thought is "adualistic"; lack of
ego-boundaries makes it impossible to set limits to the process of
identification with the environment. The schizophrenic world is one
of mystical participation; an "indescribable extension of inner
sense"; "uncanny feelings of reference"; occult
psychosomatic influences and powers; currents of electricity, or
sexual attraction—action at a distance. . . .
A Magnetic field of action at a distance; or a magical field . .
. action at a distance, the center of Freud's interest in the
“Occult.”
Dionysus,
the mad god, breaks down the boundaries; releases the prisoners;
abolishes repression; and abolishes the principium
individuationis, substituting for it the unity of man and the
unity of man with nature. In this age of schizophrenia, with the
atom, the individual self, the boundaries disintegrating, there is,
for those who would save our souls, the ego-psychologists, "the
Problem of Identity." But the breakdown is to be made into a
breakthrough; as Conrad said, in the destructive element immerse. The
soul that we can call our own is not a real one. The solution to the
problem of identity is, get lost. Or, as it says in the New
Testament: "He that findeth his own psyche shall lose it, and he
that loseth his psyche for my sake shall find it."
The
outcome of psychoanalysis is the discover that magic and madness are
everywhere. - The mad truth: the boundary between sanity and insanity
is a false one. The proper outcome of psychoanalysis is the
abolition of the boundary. (NOB)
To
seduce the world to madness (NOB)
A
man doesn't have
to work (NOB)
The
gods return in thunder.
FINNEGAN'S
WAKE is thunder
(NOB)
What
the thunder
said
'dumbfounding
wonderstruck
us as a thunder,
yunder.
Well,
all be dumbed!'
There
is an era in which the god himself assists the universe on its way
and helps it in its rotation. There is also an era in which he
releases his control. Thereupon it begins to revolve in a contrary
direction under its own impulse. At last, this cosmic era draws to
its close, disorder comes to a head. The few good things the
universe produces are polluted with so great a taint of evil that it
hovers on the very brink of destruction, both it and the creatures in
it. Therefore at that very moment the god who first set it in order
looks down upon on it again. Beholding it in trouble, and anxious
lest racked by storms and confusion it suffer in dissolution, he
takes control of the helm once more. - Plato (NOB)
a
cyclical view of history
a
cycle of world ages
as
in the mystical tradition, the occult tradition
The
occult tradition is an aristocratic tradition
Religion
is racism.
Vico
anticipates de Maistre.
The
'New Science' is the 'Secret Doctrine' (Blavatsky)
Vico's
occultist elitism.
Vico
is an Orphic Voice (NOB)
Ritual
clowns in primitive religion violate taboos and thereby acquire
magical power. 'You shall regard nothing as sacred.'
Other
traits of ritual clowns are 'reverse behavior' and 'backward speech.'
Clowns say the opposite of what they mean. Like a crazy fellow.
Speaking a strange language. As in 'Finnegan's Wake.' (NOB)
What
the thunder said:
DA DA DA
The
gods return in thunder (NOB)
God
does not speak good English. (NOB)
Barbarism,
or speaking with tongues
as
in Finnegans Wake
polyglot
turning into glossolalia.
Pentecost (NOB)
Joyce
wore his eyes out looking at Europe and seeing nothing. (NOB)
farce
is nihilism.
Nixnixundnix.
Avoiding
Jungian solemnity or Yeatsian occultism we take refuge in the Void,
the Nothing. (NOB)
The
phallus is so closely identified with magic in Roman religion that
the word fascinum meaning 'enchantment', 'witchcraft' (cf.
fascinate), is one of the standard Latin terms for the phallus.
(NOB)
'We
are once amore as babes awondering in a wold made fresh - The woods
are fond always. As were we their babes in. And robins in crews
so'.
'The
hundredlettered name again, last word of a perfect language'.
It must have been the most ancient language of Atlantis (NS)
The testimony of schizophrenia: _they eat and are eaten._ Schizophrenia is 'food trouble' (NOB)
'between
explosion and reexplosion
(Donnaurwatteur! Hunderthunder!)'
(Donnaurwatteur! Hunderthunder!)'
The
Ginnungagap: the name given in the Icelandic Eddas to the interval of
timeless formlessness between world aeons. (NOB)
'Somewhere,
parently, in the ginnandgo
gap between
antediluvious and annadominant'
antediluvious and annadominant'
'For
a burning world is come to dance inane.
Are
you not danzzling on the age of a vulcano?'
While
alive Be a dead man; Thoroughly dead (NOB)
God
does not go for personalities; nor does the Last Judgment consist in
the award of prizes to personalities for the performance of their
parts. The performance principle must go; the show must not go on.
The parts are not real: for ye are all one in Christ Jesus; he is
not your personal savior. In the Last Judgment, the apocalyptic fire
will burn up the masks and the theater - - psychoanalysis is not 'ego
psychology' - ; the ego is a 'me' fabrication, a piece of illusion
(Maya)(NOB)
Vico
recovers creative madness, or fury:
- Vico belongs to the Hermetic tradition.
another
Orphic voice, another Neo-Platonist. (NOB)
Divine
idiocy – a perfect symbol for the absurdity of outworn conventions,
for paralyzed social and political structures.
I sometimes think I see that civilizations originate in the disclosure of some mystery, some secret; and expand with the progressive publication of their secret; and end in exhaustion when there is no longer any secret, when the mystery has been divulged, that is to say, profaned. And so there comes a time -- I believe we are in such a time, when civilization has to be renewed by the discovery of new mysteries, by the undemocratic but sovereign power of the imagination, by the undemocratic power which makes poets the unacknowledged legislators of mankind, the power which makes all things new.
The power which makes all things new is magic. What our time needs is mystery; What our time needs is magic. (NOB)
To rise from history to mystery is to experience the resurrection of the body here now, as an eternal reality; to experience the parousia, the presence in the present, which is the spirit; to experience the reincarnation of the incarnation, the second coming, which is his coming in us. (NOB)
I think mind is at the end of its tether. - - Our real choice is between holy and unholy madness: open your eyes and look around you--madness is in the saddle anyhow. It is possible to be mad and to be unblest, but it is not possible to get the blessing without the madness; it is not possible to get the illuminations without the derangement. (NOB)
Farce
is the theater of impotence.
In
a situation of general social paralysis
stasis,
sterility, stereotypification
the
aim is not the seizure of power but the dissolution of
power. (NOB)
There's just that Shakespeare fellow left to beat:
'You're well held now, Missy Cheekspeer, and your panto's off!'
As Karl Marx observed, “there is an eternal recurrence in history; events and personalities reappear, on the first occasion they appear as tragedy; on the second as farce.” (NOB)
Farce
is the mode of consciousness in which a people take leave of their
history (NOB)
An
interlude of farce:
'the
farced epistol to the hibruws.' (NOB)
Etymology
of farce: stuffing.
Pigge
farced with sage. (NOB)
Farce
is the mode of demystification -
Farce
is vulgarization (NOB)
'gaiety pantheomime'
'the
hoax that joke bilked.'
'The jest of junk the jungular?'
'Jacked up in a jock the wrapper.'
'Tis
jest jibberweek's joke.'
Mr.
and Mrs. Antrobus are getting nowhere (NOB)
'Lotsoftfun
at Finnegan's Wake.'
Lyrics
to the best rock song of all time:
"Stairway
To Heaven"
'♪ There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying the stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying the stairway to heaven.
There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.
There's a feeling I get when I look to the west, (a whiff of pagan?)
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who stand looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.
And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,
It's just a spring clean for the May queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder.
Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
The piper's calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.
And she's buying the stairway to heaven.'
'♪ There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying the stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying the stairway to heaven.
There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.
There's a feeling I get when I look to the west, (a whiff of pagan?)
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who stand looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.
And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,
It's just a spring clean for the May queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder.
Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
The piper's calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.
And she's buying the stairway to heaven.'
Repeating
my earlier comments and adding new ones: Let women buy what they
want, and they will try to buy the 'Stairway to Heaven' – the Led
Zeppelin song. That is, the only thing really on a woman's mind is
to get a man and get a seed. She buys all the fashionable clothes
and cosmetics, etc. solely for that purpose (again, this is Marx's
fetishism of commodities). She's a black hole – she sucks all
these things in like a vacuum cleaner. In a woman's unconscious, the
things she piles up from the store are seeds. That's all that's on
her mind. She's building her nest. She doesn't really need or want
any of this stuff. All she has to do is wiggle her finger to get
what she really wants. She didn't need to buy any of it. As Led
Zeppelin sang, '♪
with a word she can get what she came for.' We're in the utopia of
the dolls.
Their every whim is instantly gratified, and most of what they ask
for they don't need. They enjoy grinding men down into the dust
running them ragged getting them this and that. The New Jerusalem is
the male utopia, where women are handmaids.
Backward
masking or other techniques are unnecessary to get at these lyrics.
Their meaning is clear. The film 'White Noise' was about the
supposed subliminal secret messages on TV, communing with the 'dead'
(contacting/invoking/conjuring up the spirits),
but the messages are right in your face. These are EVPs –
Electronic Voice Phenomena. Incantation,
casting a magical spell upon the dolls
(hexing them), has the root chant as does the word enchant. It is
singing incoherent gibberish crooned
into her ear, sweet nothings. The
words of witch's spells are recited backwards and are unintelligible
gibberish to the conscious mind but for their effectiveness instead
go directly to the unconscious, which is much faster and more
knowledgeable and savvy than the rational faculty. In
imitation, Buddhist monks emit a humming, buzzing ommmm monotone,
called a mantra. Vibrating
resonant electric guitar fuzz tones emit
that signal,
which is the secret of rock's popularity, the famous Wall of Sound.
'Music hath charms (enchantment) to soothe (pacify) the savage
beast' (the dolls – the Whore of Babylon). Joyce chimes in,
'The while we are waiting for - - . Hymn.' Hymn becomes Hmmmm - -,
the buzzing monotone chant, where 'chimes' is the ringing in your
ears.
'♪
There's a sign on the wall.'
Indeed! The band's name is Led Zeppelin – as in sink like a lead
balloon - and Led - as in led into the ditch by me! For I'm the Pied
Piper! Jesus warned: 'Can
the blind lead the blind? shall they not both fall into the ditch?'
This way to the ditch! Fear me! Cry out “Saints preserve us!”
We
ghosts emit the soundless, but weird, creepy moan and eerie whine
that we receive off the Collective Unconscious.
I'm the Whispering Ghost
or the Whistler sending the humming Idiot Wind in your head to remove
the dolls
(Mass
Psychosis) and rapture out billions!
'♪
And it's whispered that soon if
we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.
-
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long
run
There's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder.'
Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
The piper's calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.
There's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder.'
Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
The piper's calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.
Brown,
Norman O., APOCALYPSE AND/OR METAMORPHOSIS (1992). (with his
prophetic essay on Islam)
______________,
CLOSING TIME (1973).
______________,
HERMES THE THIEF: THE EVOLUTION OF A MYTH (1947). (Brown was a
Trickster)
______________,
LIFE AGAINST DEATH (1959).
______________, LOVE’S BODY (1966).
______________, TO GREET THE RETURNING GODS (1971).
Campbell,
Joseph and Robinson, H., A SKELETON KEY TO FINNEGANS WAKE
(1944).
Connolly, Tristanne, BLAKE AND THE BODY (2002).
Connolly, Tristanne, BLAKE AND THE BODY (2002).
Ferenczi,
Sandor, THALASSA: A THEORY OF GENITALITY (1924).
Greenham,
David, THE RESURRECTION OF THE BODY: THE WORK OF NORMAN O. BROWN
(2006).
Interesting of Portrait of Norman O. Brown
Greenham
dust cover of Brown with impish smile. Brown here is a narcissistic
fairy
decked out in a regal costume complete with self appropriated medals
rising from his coffin (resurrection of the 'dead')! As Brown
reminded, for Freud, resurrection signifies the stiffening and rising
of the member = erection. Presumably he wasn't planning instead a
surprise with a literal resurrection after his death in 2002! He
would have shown up again, by now! The photo is eminently fitting in
view of Greenham's book title.
(I
commented to David Greenham that, 'I haven't read his book, because
as an academic tome it's too expensive! Gotta love the dust jacket
photo, costume and all! I was very unaware when I corresponded with
Brown from 1973 through 1986 that Brown grew up in England. This
fact changes my perspective on his work. Many aspects suddenly make
sense in hindsight.')
Gunn,
Joshua, MODERN OCCULT RHETORIC: MASS MEDIA AND THE DRAMA OF
SECRECY IN THE TWENTIETH CENTURY (2005).
(I
think the numerous points of contact between my book and this one is
an uncanny example of the occult which Gunn is so skeptical of!
I
commented to Joshua Gunn: 'I find many points of contact with your
'Modern Occult Rhetoric' and my site. I'll list in no particular
order some of them:
Your
first four paragraphs you rightly labeled 'earth shattering' and a
'ruse'. Based on your thoughts, I put down a few tentative ideas (key
in Spinoza and Deleuze on your browser search/find). Yes,
'Anti-Oedipus' is not straightforward , and I don't list it in my
Bib.
You
distinguish occult rhetoric and occultic rhetoric, with your saying
psychoanalysis is an example of the latter. I contend that my stuff
is occult, not occultic. You may think I intended to employ irony and
that it is occultic, but quoting my first page, 'You think I'm
kidding, but I'm not.' You will see there that rhetoric is front and
center. I use phrases that I call related: whistling, horse
whispering, Mumbo Jumbo, the gibbering
of the mad.
And
Joyce, who you refer to, in the 'Wake' was also all about rhetoric.
The Joyce of the 'Wake' is my major focus.
Mass
media is your major concern as is mine. I mention the work of the
Franfurt School, as you do in this area. One of my topics is the
'Stairway to Heaven' lyrics. I don't have to use backward masking or
the Left Hand Path (sinister) to get at it's meaning.
Speaking
of the Left Hand Path, I was pleased to see the Fool on the dust
jacket. I picture the same Rider-Waite Tarot card on my site and
discuss it. I talk about the Fool's yapping cur with which you end
the book.')
Gutkind,
Eric, THE BODY OF GOD: FIRST STEPS TOWARD AN ANTI-THEOLOGY
(1966-Horizon Press).
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Carl, FLYING SAUCERS: A MODERN MYTH OF THINGS SEEN IN THE SKIES
(1958).
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Richard, THE PARTY OF EROS: RADICAL SOCIAL THOUGHT AND THE REALM OF
FREEDOM (1972).
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Gary, (aka Gary Valentine of 'Blondie'!) POLITICS AND THE OCCULT:
THE LEFT, THE RIGHT AND THE RADICALLY UNSEEN (2008).
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George, REVOLUTION IN MIND: THE CREATION OF PSYCHOANALYSIS (2008)
McHugh,
Roland, ANNOTATIONS TO FINNEGANS WAKE (2006).
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Paul A., THE FREUDIAN LEFT: WILHELM REICH, GEZA ROHEIM, HERBERT
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Victor, 'On the origin of the 'Influencing Machine' in
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Weidner,
Jay, www.JayWeidner.com
You
touch on innumerable topics in common with those I discuss which I
also agree with, although I seem to sometimes fall on the opposite
side. Let me rattle off
some
in no order:
1.
Vedic Scriptures (although I need to look at the Puranas)
2.
The 10,000 Year World Age/Aeon/Cycle Now Ending (Western
Civilization) and the failure of its central organizing principle
(and thus Obama's floundering).
3.
The approaching Golden Age (the New Jerusalem)
4.
The GOOD Project (Get Out of Dodge - I prefer the acronym GOD) -
which is my Secret Rapture (your Giant Evacuation) for my Coming
Conflagration to Cleanse/Cull the
Earth
when I will remove billions! You refer to a Coronal Mass Ejection,
but the 'Nuclear Detonation' I will shortly unleash won't be visible
to the eye (it will be
hyperdimensional).
Ed Dames (aka "Dr. Doom") also wrongly prophesizes my
'Killshot' as due to solar flares. This is my response to
Overpopulation (your Culling/Cleansing/Evacuation), where I also
refer to Cameron's 'Avatar', not to mention 'Stargate Atlantis' with
its 'Wraiths' (= ghosts) and its 'Ascension'. In the Golden Age,
we'll appear to be native, but will be in fact becoming the highly
evolved the spiritual beings you prophesy, who can access these
hyperdimensions/other dimensions/the Other World.
5.
The Kabbalah
6.
The Aryan Master Race/White Male Supremacy (out of the ancient Vedic
Caste System via mainly Blavatsky/Waddell into the Nazis).
7.
Smoke and Mirrors Deception/Trickery
8.
Demigods
9.
The Nephilim who mated with the fair daughters (Dollfaces/Cutie
pies) of men.
10.
The Flood (the Conflagration that I will send again) with the new
Ark for those I Evacuate.
You'll
find more commonalities, including my adaption of your Tetrahedral
Hyperdimensional Double Cone Time Vortex.
'♪
On
the resurrection morning
When all the dead in Christ shall rise
I'll have a new body
Praise the Lord, I'll have a new life
When all the dead in Christ shall rise
I'll have a new body
Praise the Lord, I'll have a new life
What
a hallelujah morning when the
last trump of God shall sound
I'll have a new body
Praise the Lord, I'll have a new life (eternal)
Graves all bursting saints all shouting
Heavenly beauty all around
I'll have a new body
Praise the Lord, I'll have a new life' 'I'll Have a New Body (I'll Have a New Life)'
last trump of God shall sound
I'll have a new body
Praise the Lord, I'll have a new life (eternal)
Graves all bursting saints all shouting
Heavenly beauty all around
I'll have a new body
Praise the Lord, I'll have a new life' 'I'll Have a New Body (I'll Have a New Life)'
Something so strong
Could carry us away
Something so strong
Could carry us today (Crowded House)
Some
bright morning when this life is over
I'll fly away
To that home on God's celestial shore
I'll fly away
I'll fly away oh glory
I'll fly away (in the morning)
When I die hallelujah by and by (die means the Living Dead)
I'll fly away
I'll fly away
To that home on God's celestial shore
I'll fly away
I'll fly away oh glory
I'll fly away (in the morning)
When I die hallelujah by and by (die means the Living Dead)
I'll fly away
Thrust
in thy sickle, and reap: for the time is come for thee to reap; for
the harvest of the earth is ripe. Rev 14:15
What
Would Jesus Do? 'Halo' unconsciously = Bathed in Slime!
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angels 18,
31, 43, 52, 60, 93, 95, 104, 118, 123
Collective
Unconscious 40, 62, 114, 145
damned 35,
42, 136
Damned 17
dolls 36,
37, 38, 43, 45, 52, 53, 58, 61, 66, 67, 93, 95, 97, 105, 128, 129,
143, 144, 147, 175, 176
fairy 5,
15, 33, 37, 61, 66, 68, 69, 73, 74, 94, 115, 118, 123, 131, 140, 147
Fairy 55,
58, 69, 70, 143, 153
FAIRY 99,
114
ghost 7,
11, 21
Ghost 8,
27, 176
GHOST 99
giants 162,
163, 167
Giants 72,
109
gibbering 10,
20, 61, 101, 114, 160, 168, 179
have
to work 129, 169
Isle 17,
90, 144
mad 8,
9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 18, 20, 30, 37, 47, 50, 56, 61, 62, 75, 76, 100,
101, 114, 124, 129, 133, 143, 145, 153, 154, 155, 160, 162, 168, 179
Mad 12,
31, 56, 79
madness 12,
107, 154, 168
Madness 12,
29, 76, 134
Mass
Psychosis 11, 18, 20, 113, 114, 118, 122, 153, 154, 176
MASS
PSYCHOSIS 124, 159, 168
Secret
Rapture 11, 18, 20, 95, 96, 113, 114, 118, 122, 123, 124, 158, 159,
183, 184
SECRET
RAPTURE 158
signal 176
Signal 20
spirit 108,
146, 164, 174, 175
Spirit 6,
40
thunder 20,
55, 118, 122, 160, 167, 168, 169
Thunder 20,
160
timebomb 6,
46, 66, 97, 144
TIMEBOMB 99
virgin 9,
19, 40, 50, 51, 93, 96, 112, 129
Virgin 78
virgin
9, 19, 50, 96, 112, 129
Virgin
78
watchers 18
Watchers 31
Weird
Radio 20, 114, 118, 122, 135, 145
wizard 9,
19, 30, 55, 60, 101, 105, 125
Wizard 29,
92, 113
WIZARD 99
♪ 12,
20, 31, 37, 55, 62, 128, 134, 144, 175, 176