Wednesday, 25 August 2010

Shield bearer

Can you lift the shield’s mighty mass, shield bearer? Can you bear the great shield’s leaden weight? Can you carry its vast bulk? Can you get off your knees and carry her in your arms?

Can you smell the framed wood’s resinous bite, the great thick skin hide’s tanning, the acid, the dyes and the bronzed warmth of the frozen iron?

Are your arms mighty through the carry leathers? Are your shoulders broad against the strikes to come?

Can she call to your reply? Is she aware of your intent? Do you lie in your fight? Are you true to your word?

Can you carry the call to protect the weak, serve the dispossessed, dependant of the poor?

Are you rich in your spirit and soul?

How great an area can your shield proscribe from the evil, shield bearer? How much peace can your shielding shadow cast? How many can live their loves and lives within the shield’s grace? How much freedom is your reach? All of it? With the shield you will wield.

What of the foe?

Which of them would never shield but seek to expose to nakedness by violence, fraud and storm? Which of them are thieving brigand bands? Which of them are cloaked sleekit assassins with an occulted dagger? Can you discern them and their blood brood?

Can you blind the enemy with the glint of your measured intent under the sun? Can you cast the shield's light into the gloom of their devilry?

Can you see their hidden hands’ work? Can you feel the fight? Can you couch the edge of their intentions?

Stop their murderous blows? Deflect their killer devices and protect our innocent and gentle intercourse?

Can you deal with the lonely responsibility shield bearer?

Can you?

Go on then.

Lift your shield.

Carry her?

See, she is as weighty as a feathery thin film’s bubble. Light as the caress of a summer breeze. Delightful to your heart. She floats in response to your powerful arm.

She is love.

That leaves your sword arm free.

Shield bearer.

Tuesday, 24 August 2010

Am I stopped?

Petrified. Halted. Unmade.

You see the English language is watered to dust.

With my eyes?

Am I dead or deed?

Am I dying?

There is no one to answer that question in our hearts?

Beautiful.

Friday, 20 August 2010

Boring Part 11 of ? The word, The soul and The sound that is sung. Rechoice

Nothing to do with God..

Everything to do with why we are constantly watched.

Is your tea oot? Part one.

There are no speelinmg mistooks here.

Every word is measured.

If you have been reading the words and listening to the thoughts you will know that there is inevitably an end to all this.

Though not yet.

Quantisation of reality?

Why does our heart only have so many beats to measure our life?

In our aggregate.

What?

Here we go.

Hold on tight it will take a bit of getting there.

If you remember a little while back I mentioned my Irish ex-colleague, she’s still in the borough so I won’t be making a break for the border this week , and her near death experience. What I didn’t recount was the further musings we had about prelife and after life. Being a good catholic girl she did not appreciate my comments on pantheism then and would be horrified to hear me describe all monotheism as an affliction on humanity.

One of the great buffers to spiritual oligarchy is the presence of many deities. It provides checks and balances. Once you get monotheism supreme it is but a short leap to having a woman as god. Or the flowering of atheism.

Go on I dare you, bring it on.

That is the danger of monotheism it leads to psychopaths thinking themselves supreme and unchecked. Groomed by their lovers.

As you know I believe that the entity that started it all and chose the sheep shagging dusty driving burro buggerers was an evil entity.

That explains so much that puzzles.

It explains why certain rabbis could think they can out argue this god. They are arrogant fools for they have no relationship with God, only a jinn. So all they can bring to this world is organised evil. They can never be seen to stand alone. They always need a red, green, white mob around them;. They are not free and can never offer freedom. They are communistic at base and deceitful of their intentions; always. How else can you be if you think you can better a jinn?

I could not take the discussion, much though I enjoyed it at the time, a great deal further and I let the ideas stew for a long time.

Part of my conjecture that evolved, revolved and resolved around the idea of the universal soul. The idea that we are poisoning that source of our wellbeing. If every aborted child has been joined forever to everyone gone, here or to come, then the universal soul must be traumatised. The action of the jinn is sun.

Ritualistically, ceremonially, worshipfully and deliberately so.

For every soldier torn to shreds in war, for every civilian starved in the raw, by broken blade of the priests' singing. For each child abandoned, for every mother and father bequeathed the death’s hand. The fabric, or transformative medium, that binds us all is affected and effects us. We are afflicted. To our detriment if we are not careful.

And we have not been so.

Now it is time, and it is bound in amber, to let them resurface because if we can get our heads around the implications of Heim Space, we could at last pin down definitively some of the great mysteries of life and the beauty from which we are being blinded and starved.

What do you believe? Just what do you believe? Is there something that is uniquely you? Or are you an animated marionette stumbling to another thing’s empty thought and spiritless jinn jerkings? Are you a void vessel into which all the evil of the world is going to be decanted in the pasted past? Are you a jinn’s Ivy Leagued plaything? A JinnComm bitchboy?

Or are you full of your own authority though humble in possession?

What are you? If you know who and what you are then the power of the transformative medium is yours to hand. This is definitely one of the great secrets that the ritualised emptiness of our drudge filled daily ceremony keeps from our ken.

From the potassium rush at our inception to the death chemical flooding our body just as we expire, the things we are witness to are but the shadows of the reality from which we arise.

Have you ever thought that if there was no funny money then there would be a much smaller population?

That the funny money scam is a ritual for increasing the population so that when the funny money is removed ceremonially there is a ritual murder of the human herd?

Ever thought that for every funny money dollar there is a funny money baby?

Not ours, theirs.

Ever thought that and it is getting more and more sophisticated?

This is not the first time it has happened, again.

It isn't finished.

However the English language is not up to scribing my heart.

So I've taken to walking the night air and visiting friends.

Isn't the world beautiful?

Heads up.

Thursday, 19 August 2010

Pees

I’ve had a lovely evening, my friend rattled up a good curry and her young son insisted I watch a great DVD. Fantastic.

He is a cheeky piece.

They are busy so I left them in pees.

As I walked back through the Easyjet borough, homeward, around and down the Great North Road, in the late evening, unlike when I set out this afternoon when heavy showers chased my ploddings. The sky was clear. The beautiful late evening sky was pure again.

The watery glint on stilled plants. No insects, no bees. Glorious trees.

Above I watched the approaching strobbings and wondered. Flash, flash white, strobe red, flash, flash white, strobe red. I listened to hear the quiet howl. RR, GE, P&W, you can tell. RR. The sky was clear and a half moon sung. All the memories I have had in the North Smoke came flooding back as I walked past the old, old residencies and lodgings.

The ale houses and eating, meeting and greeting places. The amber light spilling on the pavement, splashing light to guide me forward when the sodium glare had failed. The stark neon and candled friendly lite. Illuminated my right. Of way. Old London was awash with light as the silent moon slipped behind strolling late night puffings. All was beautifully calm. All was human, all was peace.

Not a single thing was ungentled.

Black boys catching the bus, Chinese girls walking home, Mid East on the mobile trombone talking to his loved ones…who knows?

All are not fortune to the spy..

Peace. Quiet revellers going home, and Meze bars full of friends. Tooley’s, where 850 quid is up for grabs, enjoying the craich.

Japs crossing the street after calling in at the sushi bar for a take way, TSG out all night, jogger and walkers all getting on with their own business.

All was calm and still and the way it should be.

Wonderful.

And then home.

What I am trying to say is that the beautiful confluence of life is departed from the joy of realisation.

One day the metal will not flow and the granite will be as clay.

Again.

Monday, 16 August 2010

Breandán Ó Beacháin.

Why does he come to mind again today?

Like MT says West to East that is the way it snows.

Or he would if I could put the words in his mouth.

Just remember, never forget.

When it kicks off, and it will, that is how funny monkey money works, it will be with a whisper.

Keep your ears to the ground Tonto, the Big Sticks are Fascist and ceremonially bound.

Apart from that fart I’m having great trouble getting the next bit of shit out.

Unlike mathematicians I cannot work it out with a pencil.

Tuesday, 10 August 2010

Boring Part 10 of ? Salt and Ashes

As I noted when finishing Boring Part 7 of ? Or The Disposition of Forces and The Transformative Medium of the Great Uninhabited War. Part Twol.

It is all a racket. Everything. Why? Because the well spring of what we have allowed to be constricted round our thoughts is a falsehood.

Everything that we accept from the self appointed goons that think they are better than us is utter crap.. Our belief structures are constantly torn down by a seemingly seamless malevolent, relentless, fluid and usually cloaked self contained meme. A meme given to a very few that has afflicted the many.

If we believe that our actions will precipitate a lethal reaction then care must be taken.

In the vast infinite specific space fields of our imaginings there is one rule to be regarded at all times.

Everything is, was, will be and understood.

If we act now the repercussions will be felt by our ancestors and may set our children’s children in stone.

That is what the meme is constantly running away to and from. Schizoid in its fear, it will murder without reason to divert the nemesis which constantly pursues it putrid footsteps throughout history.


Heads up they are exposed in their stinking pyre piled high with bodies of the good people in this world who have ever been, were, are, could have been or will be.

Read this and weep.

These verses are from the Mahabharata (written in ancient Dravidian, then later in Sanskrit) and describe horrific wars fought long before the recorder's lifetime.
o Various omens appeared among the gods: winds blew, meteors fell in thousands, thunder rolled through a cloudless sky.
o There he saw a wheel with a rim as sharp as a razor whirling around the soma... Then taking the soma, he broke the whirling machine...
o Drona called Arjuna and said: "Accept from me this irresistible weapon called Brahmasira. But you must promise never to use it against a human foe, for if you did it might destroy the world. If any foe who is not a human attacks you, you may use it against him in battle. None but you deserves the celestial weapon that I gave you."
This is a curious statement, as what other kind of foe different from a human might there have been? Are we talking about an interplanetary war?
o I shall fight you with a celestial weapon given to me by Drona. He then hurled the blazing weapon...
o At last they came to blows, and seizing their maces struck each other; they fell like falling suns.
o These huge animals, like mountains struck by Bhima's mace, fell with their heads broken, fell upon the ground like cliffs loosened by thunder.
o Bhima took him by the arm and dragged him away to an open place where they began to fight like two elephants mad with rage. The dust they raised resembled the smoke of a forest fire; it covered their bodies so that they looked like swaying cliffs wreathed in mist.
o Arjuna and Krishna rode to and fro in their chariots on either side of the forest and drove back the creatures which tried to escape. Thousands of animals were burnt, pools and lakes began to boil... The flames even reached Heaven... Indra without loss of time set out for Khandava and covered the sky with masses of clouds; the rain poured down but it was dried in mid-air by the heat.
Several historical records claim that Indian culture has been around for literally tens of thousands of years. Yet, until 1920, all the "experts" agreed that the origins of the Indian civilization should be placed within a few hundred years of Alexander the Great's expedition to the subcontinent in 327 BC. However, that was before several great cities like Harappa and Mohenjo-Daro (Mound of the Dead), Kot Diji, Kalibanga and Lothal were discovered and excavated. Lothal,a former port city now miles from the ocean, was discovered in Gujarat, western India, just in the late 20th century.20 These discoveries have forced archaeologists to push back the dates for the origin of Indian civilization by thousands of years--in line with what the Indians themselves have insisted all along.

A wonder to modern-day researchers, the cities were highly developed and advanced. The way that each city was laid out in regular blocks, with streets crossing each other at right angles and the entire city laid out in sections, gives archaeologists cause to believe that the cities were conceived as a whole before they were built--a remarkable early example of city planning. Even more remarkable is that the plumbing/sewage systems throughout the large cities were so sophisticated--superior to those found in Pakistan, India and many Asian countries today. Sewers were covered, and most homes had private toilets and running water. Furthermore, the water and sewage systems were kept well separated.21, 22, 23

This advanced culture had its own writing, which has never been deciphered. The people used personalized clay seals, much as the Chinese still do today, to officialize documents and letters. Some of the seals found contain figures of animals that are unknown to us today, including an extinct form of the Brahman bull.

Archaeologists really have no idea who the builders were, but their attempts to date the ruins (which they ascribe to the "Indus Valley civilization", also called "Harappan") have come up with something like 2500 BC and older, but radiation from the wars apparently fought in the area may have thrown off the date.

The Rama Empire, described in the Mahabharata and Ramayana, was supposedly contemporaneous with the great cultures of Atlantis and Osiris in the West.

Atlantis, well known from Plato's writings and ancient Egyptian records, apparently existed in the mid-Atlantic and was a highly technological and patriarchal civilization.

The Osirian civilization existed in the Mediterranean basin and northern Africa, according to esoteric doctrine and archaeological evidence, and is generally known as pre-dynastic Egypt. It was flooded when Atlantis sank and the Mediterranean began to fill up with water.

The Rama Empire flourished during the same period, according to esoteric tradition, fading out in the millennium after the destruction of the Atlantean continent.

As noted above, the ancient Indian epics describe a series of horrific wars--wars which could have been fought between ancient India and Atlantis, or perhaps a third party in the Gobi region of western China. The Mahabharata and the Drona Parva speak of the war and of the weapons used: great fireballs that could destroy a whole city; "Kapila's Glance", which could burn 50,000 men to ashes in seconds; and flying spears that could ruin whole "cities full of forts".

The Rama Empire was started by the Nagas (Naacals) who had come into India from Burma and ultimately from "the Motherland to the east"--or so Colonel James Churchward was told. After settling in the Deccan Plateau in northern India, they made their capital in the ancient city of Deccan, where the modern city of Nagpur stands today.

The empire of the Nagas apparently began to extend all over northern India to include the cities of Harappa, Mohenjo-Daro and Kot Diji (now in Pakistan), as well as Lothal, Kalibanga, Mathura and possibly other cities such as Benares, Ayodha and Pataliputra.

These cities were led by "Great Teachers" or "Masters" who were the benevolent aristocracy of the Rama civilization. Today they are generally called "Priest-Kings" of the Indus Valley civilization, and a number of statues of these so-called gods have been discovered. In reality, these were apparently men whose mental and psychic powers were of a degree that seems incredible to most people of today. It was at the height of power for both the Rama Empire and Atlantisthat the war allegedly broke out, seemingly because of Atlantis's attempt to subjugate Rama.

According to the Lemurian Fellowship lesson materials, the populace surrounding Mu (Lemuria, which predated the other civilizations) eventually split into two opposing factions: those who prized practicality and those who prized spirituality. The citizenry, or educated elite, of Mu itself was balanced equally in these two qualities. The citizenry encouraged the other groups to emigrate to uninhabited lands. Those who prized practicality emigrated to the Poseid Island group (Atlantis), and those who prized spirituality eventually ended up in India. The Atlanteans, a patriarchal civilization with an extremely materialistic, technologically oriented culture, deemed themselves "Masters of the World" and eventually sent a well-equipped army to India in order to subjugate the Rama Empire and bring it under the suzerainty of Atlantis.

One account of the battle, related by the Lemurian Fellowship, tells how the Rama Empire Priest-Kings defeated the Atlanteans. Equipped with a formidable force and a "fantastic array of weapons", the Atlanteans landed in their vailixi outside one of the Rama cities, got their troops in order and sent a message to the ruling Priest-King of the city that he should surrender. The Priest-King sent word back to the Atlantean General:
We of India have no quarrel with you of Atlantis. We ask only that we be permitted to follow our own way of life.
Regarding the ruler's mild request as a confession of weakness and expecting an easy victory--as the Rama Empire did not possess the technology of war or the aggressiveness of the Atlanteans--the Atlantean General sent another message:
We shall not destroy your land with the mighty weapons at our command, provided you pay sufficient tribute and accept the rulership of Atlantis.
The Priest-King of the city responded humbly again, seeking to avert war:
We of India do not believe in war and strife, peace being our ideal. Neither would we destroy you or your soldiers who but follow orders. However, if you persist in your determination to attack us without cause and merely for the purpose of conquest, you will leave us no recourse but to destroy you and all of your leaders. Depart, and leave us in peace.
Arrogantly, the Atlanteans did not believe that the Indians had the power to stop them, certainly not by technical means. At dawn, the Atlantean army began to march on the city. From a high viewpoint, the Priest-King sadly watched the army advance. Then he raised his arms heavenward, and using a particular mental technique he caused the General and then each officer in order of rank to drop dead in his tracks, perhaps of some sort of heart failure. In a panic, and without leaders, the remaining Atlantean force fled to the waiting vailixi and retreated in terror to Atlantis. Of the sieged Rama city, not one man was lost.

While this may be nothing but fanciful conjecture, the Indian epics go on to tell the rest of the horrible story, and things do not turn out well for Rama. Assuming the above story is true, Atlantis was not pleased at the humiliating defeat and therefore used its most powerful and destructive weapon--quite possibly an atomic-type weapon!

Consider these verses from the ancient Mahabharata:
...(it was) a single projectile
Charged with all the power of the Universe.
An incandescent column of smoke and flame
As bright as the thousand suns
Rose in all its splendor...

..it was an unknown weapon,
An iron thunderbolt,
A gigantic messenger of death,
Which reduced to ashes
The entire race of the Vrishnis and the Andhakas.

..The corpses were so burned
As to be unrecognizable.
The hair and nails fell out;
Pottery broke without apparent cause,
And the birds turned white.

After a few hours
All foodstuffs were infected...
...to escape from this fire
The soldiers threw themselves in streams
To wash themselves and their equipment.24
In the way we traditionally view ancient history, it seems absolutely incredible that there was an atomic war approximately 10,000 years ago. And yet, of what else could the Mahabharata be speaking? Perhaps this is just a poetic way to describe cavemen clubbing each other to death; after all, that is what we are told the ancient past was like. Until the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, modern mankind could not imagine any weapon as horrible and devastating as those described in the ancient Indian texts. Yet they very accurately described the effects of an atomic explosion. Radioactive poisoning will make hair and nails fall out. Immersing oneself in water gives some respite, though is not a cure.

Interestingly, Manhattan Project chief scientist Dr J. Robert Oppenheimer was known to be familiar with ancient Sanskrit literature. In an interview conducted after he watched the first atomic test, he quoted from the Bhagavad Gita:
'Now I am become Death, the Destroyer of Worlds.'
I suppose we all felt that way.
When asked in an interview at Rochester University seven years after the Alamogordo nuclear test whether that was the first atomic bomb ever to be detonated, his reply was:
Well, yes, in modern history.25


Incredible as it may seem, archaeologists have found evidence in India and Pakistan, indicating that some cities were destroyed in atomic explosions. When excavations of Harappa and Mohenjo-Daro reached the street level, they discovered skeletons scattered about the cities, many holding hands and sprawling in the streets as if some instant, horrible doom had taken place. People were just lying, unburied, in the streets of the city. And these skeletons are thousands of years old, even by traditional archaeological standards. What could cause such a thing? Why did the bodies not decay or get eaten by wild animals? Furthermore, there is no apparent cause of a physically violent death.

These skeletons are among the most radioactive ever found, on par with those at Nagasaki and Hiroshima. At one site, Soviet scholars found a skeleton which had a radioactive level 50 times greater than normal.26

The Russian archaeologist A. Gorbovsky mentions the high incidence of radiation associated with the skeletons in his 1966 book, Riddles of Ancient History. 27Furthermore, thousands of fused lumps, christened "black stones", have been found at Mohenjo-Daro. These appear to be fragments of clay vessels that melted together in extreme heat.

Other cities have been found in northern India that show indications of explosions of great magnitude. One such city, found between the Ganges and the mountains of Rajmahal, seems to have been subjected to intense heat. Huge masses of walls and foundations of the ancient city are fused together, literally vitrified! And since there is no indication of a volcanic eruption at Mohenjo-Daro or at the other cities, the intense heat to melt clay vessels can only be explained by an atomic blast or some other unknown weapon.28, 29, 30 The cities were wiped out entirely.

If we accept the Lemurian Fellowship stories as fact, then Atlantis wanted to waste no more time with the Priest-Kings of Rama and their mental tricks. In terrifying revenge, they utterly destroyed the Rama Empire, leaving no country even to pay tribute to them. The areas around the cities of Harappa andMohenjo-Daro have also been desolated in the past, though agriculture takes place to a limited extent in the vicinity today.

It is said in esoteric literature that Atlantis at the same time, or shortly afterwards, also attempted to subjugate a civilization extant in the area of the Gobi Desert, which was then a fertile plain. By using so-called scalar wave weaponry and firing through the centre of the Earth, they wiped out their adversaries--and possibly did themselves in at the same time!

Much speculation naturally exists in connection with remote history. We may never actually know the complete truth, though ancient texts still in existence are certainly a good start.

Atlantis met its own doom, according to Plato, by sinking into the ocean in a mighty cataclysm--not too long after the war with the Rama Empire, I imagine.

Kashmir is also connected with the fantastic war that destroyed the Rama Empire in ancient times. The massive ruins of a temple called Parshaspur can be found just outside Srinagar. It is a scene of total destruction. Huge blocks of stone are scattered about a wide area, giving the impression of explosive annihilation.31 Was Parshaspur destroyed by some fantastic weapon during one of the horrendous battles detailed in the Mahabharata?

Another curious sign of an ancient nuclear war in India is a giant crater near Bombay. The nearly circular 2,154-metre-diameter Lonar crater, located 400 kilometers northeast of Bombay and aged at less than 50,000 years old, could be related to nuclear warfare of antiquity. No trace of any meteoric material, etc., has been found at the site or in the vicinity, and this is the world's only known "impact" crater in basalt. Indications of great shock (from a pressure exceeding 600,000 atmospheres) and intense, abrupt heat (indicated by basalt glass spherules) can be ascertained from the site.

Orthodoxy cannot, of course, concede nuclear possibilities for such craters, even in the absence of any material meteorite or related evidence. If such geologically recent craters as the Lonar are of meteoric origin, then why don't such tremendous meteorites fall today? The Earth's atmosphere 50,000 years ago probably was not much different from today's, so a lighter atmosphere cannot be advanced as an hypothesis to explain an immense-sized meteorite, which of course would be considerably reduced by heat oxidization within a gaseously heavier atmosphere. A theory was advanced by American space consultant Pat Frank, to the effect that some of the huge craters on the Earth may be scars from ancient nuclear explosions! 32

The echoes of ancient atomic warfare in southern Asia continue to this day, with India and Pakistan currently threatening each other. Modern India is proud of its nukes, likening them to "Rama's Arrow". Similarly, Pakistan would love to use its Islamic atomic bombs on India. Ironically, Kashmir, possibly the site of an earlier atomic war, is the focus of this conflict. Will the past repeat itself in Pakistan and India?

There is always the possibility that this has all happened before. Déjà vu!