Containment: The Death of Earth
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“L’espece humaine n’est pas capable de progress indefinis… Quand le soleil s’eteindra…les homes auront disparu depuis long temps. Les derniers seront aussie denues et stupides que les premiers.”
(Translation: “The human is not capable of indefinite progress… When the sun goes out…they will long have disappeared. The last humans will be as naked and stupid as the first.”)
—from Le jardin d’epicure by Anatole France, 1895
“Dicitur haeresis, pertinax, post receptum baptismum, alieuius veritatis fide divina et catholica credendae denegatio, aut de eadem prtinax dubitation; apostasia, fidei christianae ex toto repudiate; schism, subiectionis Summo Pontifici aut communionis cum Ecclesiae membris eidem subditis dectrectatio.”
(Translation: Heresy is the obstinate post-baptismal denial of some truth which must be believed with divine and catholic faith, or it is likewise an obstinate doubt concerning the same; apostasy is the total repudiation of the Christian faith; schism is the refusal of the submission to the Roman Pontiff or of communion with the members of the Church subject to him.”)
from Code of Canon Law
1889—Russian flu.
Then 20th century; H stands for Haemugglutinin, N stands for Neuraminidase. These are the key molecular components of the virus.
1918—A/H1N1, recombinated with another avian flu to produce A/H2N2, to which no human had immunity. Called Asian flu.
1968—A/H2N2 recombinates with yet another avian flu to form the subtype influenza A/H3N2, known as Hong Kong flu.
Types B and C viruses are almost exclusive to humans and, by comparison, are basically harmless. Yet type A is the most widespread and dangerous, affecting humans, poultry and swine.
2003—H5N1, a bird flu virus with a possibility for forming virus subtypes (some affected humans died) which could result in a pandemic.”
from Basic Microbiology 1 by Walter and Jeshua Saclas
Medical vectors are living things. Arthropods such as mosquitoes, flies, and ticks marry pathogens on body parts, making them ‘mechanical vectors’. If the arthropod is infected and transmits the organism in its saliva or feces, it is a ‘biological vector’.
In mathematics, a ‘vector’ is a physical quantity that has magnitude and direction in space, as velocity and acceleration.”
from Death and the Physical Soul by Russell Tower and Heather Gunther
In The Interpretation of Nature and the Psyche (a collaboration between famed psychoanalyst Carl G. Jung and Nobel laureate cum quantum physicist Wolfgang Pauli, each author wrote an essay based upon a theoretical cosmos that possessed neither space nor time, but in which the psyche and the parameters of the universe still existed. Paulie’s piece put forth the idea that this theoretical cosmos was ordered by its own laws of casualty (casualty being described as a result of the thing that caused it). In this place, mind and matter were not disconnected entities, only different factors of an indivisible essence.”
Mythic Myths by Bold Moon Morningstar
There are also necromantic processes, comprising the tearing up of earth from graves with the nails, dragging out some of the bones, setting them crosswise on the breast, then assisting at midnight mass on Christmas Eve, and flying out of the church at the moment of consecration, crying: “Let the dead rise from their tombs!”—then returning to the graveyard, taking a handful of earth nearest to the coffin, running back to the door of the Church, which has been alarmed by the clamour, depositing the two bones crosswise, again shouting: “Let the dead rise from their tombs!”—then, if we escape being seized and shut up in a madhouse, retiring at a slow pace, and counting 4500 steps in a straight line, which means following a broad road or scaling walls; finally having traversed this space, lying flat upon the earth as if in a coffin, repeating in doleful tones: “Let the dead rise from their tombs!”…”
The Book of Ceremonial Magic by Arthur Edward Waite
More reference to mathematical formulae he may never study, in ancient tomes he may never read.
Like a Kabbalistic record from the 14th century A.D. which gives the number of angels as being precisely 301,655,722, and the 13th century Cardinal Bishop of Tusculum who wrote that Satan took one third of the heavenly host—as rebels—with him, being the number 133, 306, 668. This left 266,613,336 angels loyal to God.
The Christian—as opposed to the Kabbalistic—includes several notable series of threes:
133, 306, 668………. 333 and 666
+ 266, 613, 336………. 666 and 333
399, 920, 004………. 999 and 000
Would the boy understand that religiously and magically these numbers have great significance:
333.
The Holy Trinity.
666.
The number of the Beast.
Or that a complete circle is 360°—3+6+0 = 9.
9 feet in diameter is the size for a magical circle to be cast, especially to perform the works of highest achievement, its completeness represented by—indeed—the number nine.
And the Talmud.
The sacred text reports that every Jew is accorded at birth 11,000 Guardian Angels.
Christian teachings assign two Angels over every Christian… the ‘angel on your shoulder’… a philosophical battle known as ‘casuistry’… On the right, the angel urges a life towards good deeds. The angel on the left… towards evil.
Even poetry and prayer the boy may never read, never say with the Angel at his bedside:
Wooden ships on the water, very free;
Easy you know the way it’s supposed to be.
Silver people on the shoreline leave us be…
– Wooden Ships by Stephen Stills
Four angels to my bed,
Four angels round my head.
One to watch and one to pray.
And two to bear my soul away.
– a 19th century children’s prayer
By the heaven, and by the Night-Comer!
But who shall teach thee what the night-comer is?
‘Tis a star of piercing radiance.
Over every soul is set a guardian.
– from the holy book of Qur’an, in Sura LXXXVI
Come wander with me, she said,
Into regions yet untrod;
And read what is still unread
In the manuscripts of God.”
– from The Fiftieth Birthday of Agassiz by Henry W. Longfellow
“Angels and Numbers” by Samuel Ursus Ford
Words the boy had never heard of:
Mortalega Grande (The Great Mortality)
Yersinia pestis (Bubonic, Pneumonic, Septicemic plagues)
“Jao Abrasax Sabaoth Adonaios!” (a chant of ancient Judaic gods)
De praescriptione haereticorum (Tertullian’s On the Prescription of Heretics)
“Paedogogus!” (Teacher of children!)
Diseases he had yet to know:
Cutaneous anthrax.
Mycobacterium leprae.
Lepromatous and Tuberculoid leprosy.
Smallpox: variola minor and variola major; IL-4; India and India 1 strains; haemorrhagic
smallpox; Rahima strain.
Phrases of the world around him:
Ecce homo! (Behold the man!)
Homo sapiens! (Man the wise!)
Caveat homo! (Beware man!)
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{HOW DO YOU DREAM YOURSELF TO BE?}
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Again, the magical appearance of words.
The boy had been trying to read clearly with the single eye—and nearly nodding off again. He focused and read again:
How do you dream yourself to be?
Again, another pointed question about (Dream).
How did he dream himself to be?
Older, yet not too old. Strong. Powerful. Chosen of, by, and for Destiny.
Bam! The Enantiodromia closed itself with a loud report not unlike the thunder of roaring. Of howling. Of falling rebellious angels.
S
haken, the boy rose from the table, his movement adjusting to the physical rationalities produced by a single eye.
He checked the Angel’s room where she never slept and never had a (Dream).
She wasn’t there.
He looked for her in the kitchen.
She wasn’t there either.
Nor was she in the main room, although the big window had been secured more with extra layers of tape.
None of his blood had been cleaned up but congealed wherever it had spattered.
He shuddered, an aching in his right socket. Over the big window was an old yellowed curtain rod from which no drapes hung.
But something else hung.
The Angel had tied a string to optic nerve bundles and now his eye swung in space. The ground rumbled, causing the eye to turn. It seemed to look directly at him. His stomach churned.
Had she chosen the right eye on purpose, leaving him only with the left… the side of the sinister?
What would he now see?
Strange hells.
Stranger heavens.
He recalled the front door. Unable to resist, since she was not to be found, the boy tried that door and discovered it unlocked.
He opened it.
And stepped outside into the first full sunlight he had ever seen.
PART TWO
The Myth of Creation
(The Subsequent Myth/Illusion
of the Created Subsuming the Creator:
Subduction Between Two Unstable Realities)
“Artist! You are a priest: Art is the great Mystery…
“Artist! You are a king: Art is the true Empire…
“Artist! You are a magician: Art is the great Miracle.”
– from L’art idealiste et mystique by Josephin Peladan
“The myth describes the various and sometimes dramatic eruptions of the sacred into the world.”
– from The Sacred and Profane by Mircea Eliade
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Narrator
People who believe in every word as gospel are Evil’s fools. The Bible has been translated too many times, usually scholastically or politically incorrect. For whatever reason, those claiming to be divinely inspired are usually otherwise motivated—including fanatics of faith. Only those of celestial background can be truly divinely inspired.
Some works claim God brought a global flood to destroy the Nephilim, born of relations between the bene ha’elohim and humans. This may or may not be partially true.
Massive floods occur sporadically. There are many causes: extreme volcanism, tsunamis, sunspots, man-made global warming, changes in the Gulfstream and other intermittent weather effects, extraterrestrial interventions—such as asteroid collisions, not little gray aliens. Many myths contain a super flood but it doesn’t mean it happened all at once.
The Nephilim were not giants of ridiculous proportions. Blame that on ancestors who were ignorant as to the nature of dinosaur bones. It is a mistranslation from the Greeks who were merely saying that these offspring were as giants among ordinary mortals. Heroic capabilities.
The surviving Nephilim added exponentially to their generations who grew up to bear more. Gifted young psychics—known as Indigo children—were their descendants, forever struggling with being different and exploited.
Indigo is the color of Eternity.
Indigo is the color of the Waters of Creation.
Indigo creases the horizon just prior to dawn.
Indigo follows the sunset into the abyss.
Speaking of creation—God created the world in six days. He rested on the seventh.
Some claim he never went back to work.
Here’s another thought for you:
According to Fromenteau’s Le Cabinet du Roy de France, there are 72 demon princes and 7, 409, 127 demons. Other scientists of grimoire say there are six legions of demons, each legion comprising 66 cohorts, each cohort 666 companies, each company 6,666 individual fallen. This comes to a total of 1, 758, 640, 176 demons. If, indeed, only one third of the heavenly host went with Lucifer, then the original celestial population should have been 5, 274, 192, 528.
Not that I repeat this revision due to its correctness. It is as wrong as all that mankind does. It is added for the sake of corrective discernment, and argument to those inferiors who mistakenly have a faith in their own awareness. Any being even slightly possessed of human ancestry should never be arrogant enough to presume the sophistication of aptitude.
Towards this particular creation—this experiment gone awry—my heart is also stone.
Chapter 4
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An old woman is always uneasy when dry bones are mentioned in a proverb.
– African Proverb
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Louise and her new mother, Aziza, didn’t know where they were, lost somewhere in the mountains of the Adango. A morning of mists bore only the scent of orchids growing in profusion upon nearby trees. Louise understood that—for all their diverse and astonishing beauty—some orchid varieties were parasitic, lustrous vampires. Could these be…? Could their loveliness harm another living creature? The thought creeped over her, even though she’d seen leopards spotted with black sapphires tear apart baby gazelles and gorgeously patterned snakes swallow whole birds of brilliant plumage.
Aziza carried several weapons: knives of different lengths and purposes. A spear she’d made. And a small gun, but no more ammunition for it.
When Louise grew tired, Aziza would pick her up and set her upon one comfortably soft hip… Something her real mother had never been able to do. Louise wrapped her arms about Aziza’s neck, burying her face into the strong shoulder, inhaling this woman’s healthy, sweet fragrance.
“Why did the Kufa and Kifo fight?” Louise asked.
Aziza sighed. “Religious hatred,” she replied, shaking her head. “If one knows both Koran and Bible, we are both made by He who Created; we are both from people descended from Abraham; we both have laws against murder.”
“Are you going to raise me as a Muslim now?”
“Well, my little one, your own Mama Mzazi was already bringing you up as a Christian. You may follow in her path if you wish. Besides, we have a saying: the only god is God. There are many who take that to mean that the only god is Allah. But in my travels, including to Alexandria, Mecca, and Jerusalem, I have come to believe that it means all god is God. Look around you. God is everywhere and not limited to any one name.”
Louise remained silent for some time. Eventually she asked, “Mama wa kambo, did you kill any Kifo during our last war?
Images flashed in Aziza’s mind.
Disjointed limbs, faces stripped into masks, too many spirits—too little river water.
Aziza held her new daughter closer, and thought of the family she’d lost. She remembered looking for her children. She found her husband and her three boys (aged 9, 11 and 14) at the farm of their nearest neighbors. Blades from machetes flashed in the blinding sun. She ran to the fight and stared at the machete dropped by her middle child as his head flew into a chicken coop. Another woman and a toddler were screaming at the doorway to the small house. She knew their names. The mother was Kudhumani, the baby, Nyota.
“What are you waiting for, woman? Kill them!” cried Aziza’s husband.
Her youngest son was cut all the way to the backbone. She didn’t bother to question who’d started it. It was a fact that this farm belonged to a Kifo family—the Ncemas—once friends of theirs. She waded through blood-soaked dirt toward the doorway, revenge in her heart. And she killed them.
They heard others coming—Kifo—then her eldest son was shattered by gunfire. Aziza recalled standing at the river’s edge after this, her husband having pulled her away. She saw the bodies of her children like garlands in the water.
Her husband made her return with him to the Kifo farm, to the woman and the baby she’d killed. She looked upon them, the child under the mother’s body, alive or dead, both? There was dirt an
d blood under her nails. Wrapped in a blanket for burial, no! They would end up in water!
Aziza bent, touched. No baby. No baby beneath the mother. Where was the baby? her heart screamed.
She and her husband carried on, hiding on the farm. He’d suffered serious wounds, and soon died from infection. Afterward, she traveled. But she dreamed of the toddler, somehow walking into the forest, covered with blood scent. She cried to the heavens. May Allah, the compassionate and merciful, forgive the cruelty and vengefulness of grief.
What made a person an infidel? she wondered. Was it beliefs? Or actions which rendered their prayers a lie?
“Yes,” Aziza admitted through a veil of tears, “I killed.”
Veil of tears.
A term used for death… Or for having moved beyond it.
Louise only held her tighter, patting Aziza’s shoulder with her hand. “Don’t cry. It’s over now.”
Somehow in the dense foliage they came across a beaten path with no ruts in it, no sign of wheeled vehicles which might be driven by insurgents. There were hoof prints from water buffalo and goats. Some cows and sheep. Smoke trailed lazily in one direction: a cook’s fire.