Romantic Christianity, synchromysticism, and whatever else my hand findeth to do
Sunday, January 31, 2021
Witnesses to Jesus
Thursday, January 28, 2021
I'm done with the election
The voice said, "Cry."And he said, "What shall I cry?""All flesh is grass,and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field.The grass withereth, the flower fadeth:because the spirit of the Lord bloweth upon it:surely the people is grass.The grass withereth, the flower fadeth:but the word of our God shall stand for ever."
Behold, I have created the smiththat bloweth the coals in the fire,and that bringeth forth an instrument for his work;and I have created the waster to destroy.No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper;and every tongue that shall rise against thee in judgment thou shalt condemn.This is the heritage of the servants of the Lord,and their righteousness is of me, saith the Lord.
Wednesday, January 27, 2021
Reading the Bible in the 2020s
For example, consider this passage in Genesis (24:2-3, 9).
And Abraham said unto his eldest servant of his house, that ruled over all that he had, Put, I pray thee, thy hand under my thigh: and I will make thee swear by the Lord, the God of heaven, and the God of the earth, that thou shalt not take a wife unto my son of the daughters of the Canaanites, among whom I dwell: but thou shalt go unto my country, and to my kindred, and take a wife unto my son Isaac. . . . And the servant put his hand under the thigh of Abraham his master, and sware to him concerning that matter.
This may strike us today as funny, disgusting, indecent, or just bizarre, but that's how things were done in those days. You solemnized an oath by putting your hand not on a Bible (Bibles hadn't been invented yet) but on the party of the second part's you-know-what! Traces of this once prevalent practice can be found in such modern words as testify, testament, and testimony -- linguistic fossils attesting (so to speak!) to the connection, once taken for granted, between solemn oaths and the testicles.
Here's another example, from Exodus (33:11).
And the Lord spake unto Moses face to face, as a man speaketh unto his friend.
That's right, as disgusting, dangerous, and downright selfish as it seems to us today, in ancient times it was acceptable and even expected for friends -- friends, not enemies! -- to speak face to face, without even wearing masks. What today would convey the message "I hope you get sick and die" was in those days actually seen as a token of esteem and intimacy. We can see linguistic "fossil" evidence of this, too, in such terms as Facebook and FaceTime, dating back to an era when seeing another person's face was actually seen as a positive good!
It is with this cultural context in mind that we must interpret all the seemingly blasphemous references in the Bible to "seeking the face" of the Lord. We must remember that in those benighted days, before even the germ theory of disease had been discovered, let alone the importance of masks and social distancing, "face" had a very different connotation. The face was not then seen primarily as a disease vector which all decent people keep covered up, but simply as another part of the body. Seeking the "face" of the Lord simply meant to seek his presence. We can find a partial parallel in such modern colloquialisms as "Get your ass over here!" in which, without necessarily implying anything unseemly, a rather dirty and indecent part of the body is used synecdochically to refer to the person himself.
Hopefully these little notes have helped to shed light on some of the Old Testament's "hard sayings." We must keep in mind that, no matter how far we may have progressed since Bible times in terms of scientific knowledge and standards of decency, the spiritual message of the Bible remains relevant today!
YouTube is gaslighting us
- The Inauguration of the 46th President of the United States
- Yesterday: 14,000 likes; 69,000 dislikes
- Today: 14,000 likes; 68,000 dislikes
- President Biden Reviews the Readiness of Military Troops in a Pass In Review
- Yesterday: 3,600 likes; 18,000 dislikes
- Today: 3,700 likes; 16,000 dislikes
- The Work Begins
- Yesterday: 5,100 likes; 25,000 dislikes
- Today: 5,100 likes; 22,000 dislikes
- President Biden and Vice President Harris Participate in a Wreath Laying Ceremony
- Yesterday: 3,500 likes; 20,000 dislikes
- Today: 3,500 likes; 17,000 dislikes
- President Biden Signs Executive Orders and Other Presidential Actions
- Yesterday: 6,900 likes; 37,000 dislikes
- Today: 6,900 likes; 34,000 dislikes
- President Biden Swears In Day One Presidential Appointees in a Virtual Ceremony
- Yesterday: 6,500 likes; 27,000 dislikes
- Today: 6,600 likes; 23,000 dislikes
- 01/20/21: Press Briefing by Press Secretary Jen Psaki
- Yesterday: 7,800 likes; 32,000 dislikes
- Today: 7,800 likes; 29,000 dislikes
- President Biden Delivers Remarks and Signs Executive Orders
- Yesterday: 6,300 likes; 19,000 dislikes
- Today: 6,300 likes; 17,000 dislikes
- President Biden Takes Action On [The Birdemic]
- Yesterday: 2,400 likes; 7,800 dislikes
- Today: 2,400 likes; 7,100 dislikes
- Five New Economic Actions
- Yesterday: 2,300 likes; 11,000 dislikes
- Today: 2,400 likes; 11,000 dislikes
- President Biden Speaks To The U.S. Conference Of Mayors
- Yesterday: 4,300 likes; 30,000 dislikes
- Today: 4,400 likes; 29,000 dislikes
Tuesday, January 26, 2021
Fourth Gospel Blog
I am in the process of collecting my posts on the Fourth Gospel (as well as those about other parts of the Bible, from a Fourth Gospel perspective) on a new Fourth Gospel Blog. There's not much there yet, and nothing new, but expect new content in the near future. In the meantime, any of you who have not yet read my (extremely long!) post on John 1 might want to check it out.
Don . . . Quixote?
Yesterday, the number 121 kept coming up. My wife was running the washing machine and asked me to check how much time was left on it. It was 1 hour 21 minutes. Later, when I stopped at a gas station, the attendant said, "Is $121 okay?"
In the evening I went to a used bookstore and was drawn like a magnet to a slim volume called Parsifal and the Search for the Grail by Charles Kovacs -- lecture notes for use in Steiner-Waldorf schools -- and knew I should turn to page 121.
With this story we leave the brave knight Don Quixote, a man who really had some of the qualities of the true knights -- courage, love for battle, the wish to combat evil -- but, alas, lacked common sense and lived in a world of fantasy and illusion. And we also leave Sancho Panza, who had commonsense, but could not understand noble ideals and principles at all. . . .
In the end Don Quixote returns to La Mancha, his home village, and falls ill. But as death approaches he awakes from his dream of knights, and he dies with a clear mind, whilst Sancho Panza cries and weeps at the loss of a master who -- even in his folly -- was a good man, a man who strove for goodness.
Monday, January 25, 2021
More "incompetence" from Google
What is Trump's mission?
|From an old Babylon Bee story|
Imagine, if you will, that you and I were standing next to Mary Magdalen after the Crucifixion. To us, at that moment, all the evidence was in. The thing was done. All was over. All dreams were dead. All hope was fled.But one of the three of us would see him tomorrow, risen. The other two would not, at first, have believed her.In this hour, to us, for America and for Christendom and for the World, is like that Holy Saturday. All the promises have come to naught.In this hour, there is no worldly sign of hope.Logically, that means either that there is no hope, or it means worldly signs are not trustworthy. Take your pick.
Respecting man, whatever wrong we call,May, must be right, as relative to all.In human works, though labour'd on with pain,A thousand movements scarce one purpose gain;In God's, one single can its end produce;Yet serves to second too some other use.So man, who here seems principal alone,Perhaps acts second to some sphere unknown,Touches some wheel, or verges to some goal;'Tis but a part we see, and not a whole.
- A Word of Encouragement by John C. Wright
- Jesus and the Messianic prophecies: Summary and conclusion by myself
- Samson on the Cross: A Good Friday Reflection by Alastair Roberts
Sunday, January 24, 2021
Saturday, January 23, 2021
Readings on "current events"
Over at The Magician's Table, I elaborate on my Inauguration Day reading and ask Who is Joe Biden?
Friday, January 22, 2021
Drugs are just good, mm'kay?
How can anybody (let alone almost-everybody) be so asinine as to make statements that assume 'vaccines' are good? That is precisely analogous to saying 'drugs are good' or 'surgery is good'.
File under "Shocked but not surprised"
In word and deed, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints has supported vaccinations for generations. As a prominent component of our humanitarian efforts, the Church has funded, distributed and administered life-saving vaccines throughout the world. Vaccinations have helped curb or eliminate devastating communicable diseases, such as polio, diphtheria, tetanus, smallpox and measles. Vaccinations administered by competent medical professionals protect health and preserve life.As this pandemic spread across the world, the Church immediately canceled meetings, closed temples, and restricted other activities because of our desire to be good global citizens and do our part to fight the pandemic.Now, COVID-19 vaccines that many have worked, prayed, and fasted for are being developed, and some are being provided. Under the guidelines issued by local health officials, vaccinations were first offered to health care workers, first responders, and other high-priority recipients. Because of their age, Senior Church leaders over 70 now welcome the opportunity to be vaccinated.As appropriate opportunities become available, the Church urges its members, employees and missionaries to be good global citizens and help quell the pandemic by safeguarding themselves and others through immunization. Individuals are responsible to make their own decisions about vaccination. In making that determination, we recommend that, where possible, they counsel with a competent medical professional about their personal circumstances and needs.
Thursday, January 21, 2021
Yeah, this guy definitely set a record for the popular vote
Not against flesh and blood
On my way home from work last night -- before the inauguration, which took place at 1:00 a.m. Taiwan time -- I stopped at the corner store to buy something. When I was going to leave, I needed to push my scooter forward to disengage the parking mechanism, but one of the store employees was standing right in front of it, sweeping the pavement, so I stood and waited for her. Thus it was that I noticed what was written on the back of her T-shirt:
ARMOR OF GOD
Only about 4% of the Taiwanese are Christians, and this woman may well not have been one of them. English text is often used decoratively, without regard for its meaning.
I think I have adequately demonstrated my ability to connect absolutely anything to Joan of Arc. Seeing this T-shirt, I immediately thought, Great is Diana of the Ephesians! I had already made the connection between the virgin archer-goddess, la pucelle d'arc, and the Maid. "Ephesians," in context, was a reference to wearing armor, which also fits. I also noticed the numbers: 6 + 11 = 17 = Q.
On the way home, I passed some Roman-style banners that had been put out to advertise something: white, with a big red number 1.8 on them. Hints of the Battle of New Orleans again, in Saint George's color scheme.
After the inauguration, I checked Vox Popoli and found this comment:
I admit, I am feeling pretty despairing. But our struggle was never against flesh and blood, but against principalities and powers of darkness. Even if my rapidly vanishing hopes of an eleventh hour turnaround are proven wrong, even if this really has been all cope, the lesson I will learn is that Jesus really is our only hope, our only salvation.
May He preserve us.
Some hours later, I thought I might as well look up Ephesians 6:11-17. I already knew what it was -- the "armor of God" bit -- but had forgotten that this is also where the line about not wrestling against flesh and blood is found.
 Put on the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil.
 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.
 Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.
 Stand therefore, having your loins girt about with truth, and having on the breastplate of righteousness;
 And your feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace;
 Above all, taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked.
 And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God:
Whatever the final denouement of this lying dog-faced pony show may turn out to be, that remains solid advice. Keep the faith, and remember the words of the Maid: I am not afraid. I was born for this. The evil day is upon us; now, having done all, stand.
What're you going to do, bleed on me?
Wednesday, January 20, 2021
Assassinating Biden makes no sense
. . . for his enemies.
Therefore, if it happens, no one will believe his enemies were responsible.
Tuesday, January 19, 2021
On my way to work this morning, I thought, "I should stop for a cup of almond tea -- my prophetic drink." So I did.
Why is almond tea "my prophetic drink"? I can't exactly say, but I've thought of it that way for a long time. I believe the ultimate source of the idea is the story in Jeremiah 1:4-12 of the calling of that prophet.
 Then the word of the Lord came unto me, saying,  "Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee; and before thou camest forth out of the womb I sanctified thee, and I ordained thee a prophet unto the nations."
 Then said I, "Ah, Lord God! behold, I cannot speak: for I am a child."
 But the Lord said unto me, "Say not, I am a child: for thou shalt go to all that I shall send thee, and whatsoever I command thee thou shalt speak.  Be not afraid of their faces: for I am with thee to deliver thee, saith the Lord."
 Then the Lord put forth his hand, and touched my mouth. And the Lord said unto me, "Behold, I have put my words in thy mouth.  See, I have this day set thee over the nations and over the kingdoms, to root out, and to pull down, and to destroy, and to throw down, to build, and to plant."
 Moreover the word of the Lord came unto me, saying, "Jeremiah, what seest thou?"
And I said, "I see a rod of an almond tree."
 Then said the Lord unto me, "Thou hast well seen: for I will hasten my word to perform it."
It would be hard to explain why that rod of an almond tree has always stuck in my mind, or how I came to associate it with drinking almond tea, but there it is.
There was an LED advertising board behind the counter at the shop. I looked up at it and saw the Tricolor and the words "Made in France" -- Maid in France -- which got my attention. Then the screen changed, and I saw what it was advertising: a brand of glassware called Cristal d'Arques. "Made in France" notwithstanding, I'm pretty sure d'Arques isn't real French; but if it were, it would be a homophone of d'Arc. (Incidentally, my post on Joan of Arc was illustrated with a portrait of that saint by my sister Kat, whose given name is actually Crystal.)
Checking my email, I saw a message with the subject line "so what did happen on Jan 8 - ideas?" -- about my (apparently failed) prediction that something pivotal would happen on that date. I started thinking how my focus on the date itself was probably a mistake all along, that it had just been meant to draw my attention to the Battle of New Orleans and thus to the Maid, and how I should have known better than to attempt a dated prophecy, since those always fail.
And then, stubbornly determined not to learn from experience, my brain said: 121.
Some 16 or 17 years ago, I spent a lot of time playing around with what I called Simple English Gematria (S:E:G:). Basically, you read A as 1 and Z as 26, add up the values of words, and (my specialty!) notice coincidences.
A few numbers quickly established themselves as specially significant, the most important being 74. Each of the three words Simple English Gematria adds up to 74, for a total of 222 for the phrase. Jesus adds up to 74, as do Messiah, cross, and gospel. So do many other significant words, such as Tarot, the USA (74 = 7/4), and, I notice now, Pucelle.
Then there's 121, the value of revelation, apocalyptic, second coming, seven seals, and antichrist. Today, I realized for the first time that it could also be read as a date: 1/21 -- January 21, or January '21, or both.
The number 121 is 11 squared. I remembered that yesterday I had happened to read a reference to a record company called eleveneleven. Then I remembered a vivid dream I had once had, in which I saw the prophet Jeremiah composing the Book of Lamentations by contemplating an 11-by-11 magic square. This dream had greatly impressed, appropriately enough, a Frenchman.
As much as I should know better by now than to speculate about specific dates, I can't help but wonder. January 21 is the day after inauguration, which fits well with the prophecy that, even though Trump wins in the end, he will also "invite Joe Camel [i.e. Biden and Harris] to the White House."
Sunday, January 17, 2021
Lots of little signs
I just came back from a weekend trip to the forest.
When we arrived at the cabin where we were staying, my wife turned on the television. It was Tremors 2: Aftershocks, and the first thing I heard was (quoting from memory), "Don't worry about Burt. He's got a plan. Burt's always got a plan. Usually." The reference was to the character Burt Gummer, played by Michael Gross, but my recent post connecting the name Bert to Q gave it a different meaning. Trust the plan. As I write this now, I notice that Michael Gross means "Great Michael," the archangel.
We went out hiking, and I paid my respects to a gigantic old fig tree I've visited many times. This time I seemed to feel contact with something older, deeper, huger than the spirit of the tree itself, and I thought, "It's the Guardian Angel of Earth." Just then a woman walked by, and printed on the back of her jacket, in English, was "[. . .] ARE GUARDIAN ANGELS" (the first word was covered by her hair).
Someone had put little signs on the trees at intervals to mark the trail. They hadn't been there last time. Each sign had a picture of a fairy or angel (a man or woman with butterfly wings) holding a white lily flower -- a motif straight off the banner of Joan of Arc.
Later we walked past an old concrete wall on which someone had scratched graffiti with a stone: "平安耶穌愛你" ("Peace, Jesus loves you") and two enormous Qs.
On the way home, we stopped at a 7-Eleven to get coffee. The TV screen behind the counter was playing an advertisement for a movie or video game or something called (in English) "Magic Arch."
Later, in the car, my wife pointed up at the sky and said, "Look, McDonald's!" I asked what on earth she was talking about, and she said, "Oh, the clouds just formed a double arch, but it's gone now." I looked up at the sky anyway, just as a huge eagle flew past. Migrating eagles do fly over Taiwan, but in my 16 years here I never saw one until today.
"Look, McDonald's!" may not be the most romantic reaction to a striking cloud formation, but the occurrence of the name Donald seemed significant.
We had dinner at a restaurant run by a friend, and afterwards she asked if we had any suggestions on how the food could be improved. Someone said, (in Mandarin), "The noodles were great, but I don't think they were quite Q enough. They need to be just a little more Q." In Taiwan, Q (always written with the English letter because there is no Chinese character for it) means something like al dente.
Later, at home, I was washing dishes, listening to music on my phone, and mentally reviewing everything I wanted to include in this post. I had been listening to Leonard Cohen but then had a sudden urge to listen to "Everything Right Is Wrong Again" by They Might Be Giants. This was just as I was thinking about the "Look, McDonald's!" incident. When you select a song, the app will create an "up next" list of songs it considers similar or something, and this is what I got.
I'd never heard of a song called "Rock N Roll McDonalds" before, but there it is, right after "Rock 'N' Roll Is King."
All in all, I feel more confident, less on the edge of my seat, than I did yesterday.
Peace, Jesus loves you.
Saturday, January 16, 2021
Stand me by those pillars, let me take this temple down
Given how much I've been blogging about Samson lately (here and at The Magician's Table) and about songs about New Orleans, and given how often I cite the lyrics of Leonard Cohen, it might seem hard to believe that I never knew there was a Leonard Cohen song called "Samson in New Orleans." But I didn't. I discovered it tonight.
Here are the lyrics, with a few interesting passages highlighted.
You said that you were with me
You said you were my friend
Did you really love the city
Or did you just pretend
You said you loved her secrets
And her freedoms hid away
She was better than America
That’s what I heard you say
You said how could this happen
You said how can this be
The remnant all dishonored
On the bridge of misery
And we who cried for mercy
From the bottom of the pit
Was our prayer so damn unworthy
The Son rejected it?
So gather up the killers
Get everyone in town
Stand me by those pillars
Let me take this temple down
The king so kind and solemn
He wears a bloody crown
So stand me by that column
Let me take this temple down
You said how could this happen
You said how can this be
The chains are gone from heaven
The storms are wild and free
There’s other ways to answer
That certainly is true
Me, I’m blind with death and anger
And that’s no place for you
There’s a woman in the window
And a bed in Tinsel Town
I’ll write you when it’s over
Let me take this temple down
Wednesday, January 13, 2021
Dominus illuminatio mea
Perhaps we will rediscover libertas again - true libertas - the kind of libertas that does not need to impose its glory upon the world with through the promise of a beckoning, light-casting statue.
The kind of libertas that can lead us from enlightening to finding the Light, if we so choose.
1 The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? the Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?2 When the wicked, even mine enemies and my foes, came upon me to eat up my flesh, they stumbled and fell.3 Though an host should encamp against me, my heart shall not fear: though war should rise against me, in this will I be confident.4 One thing have I desired of the Lord, that will I seek after; that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the Lord, and to enquire in his temple.5 For in the time of trouble he shall hide me in his pavilion: in the secret of his tabernacle shall he hide me; he shall set me up upon a rock.6 And now shall mine head be lifted up above mine enemies round about me: therefore will I offer in his tabernacle sacrifices of joy; I will sing, yea, I will sing praises unto the Lord.7 Hear, O Lord, when I cry with my voice: have mercy also upon me, and answer me.8 When thou saidst, Seek ye my face; my heart said unto thee, Thy face, Lord, will I seek.9 Hide not thy face far from me; put not thy servant away in anger: thou hast been my help; leave me not, neither forsake me, O God of my salvation.10 When my father and my mother forsake me, then the Lord will take me up.11 Teach me thy way, O Lord, and lead me in a plain path, because of mine enemies.12 Deliver me not over unto the will of mine enemies: for false witnesses are risen up against me, and such as breathe out cruelty.13 I had fainted, unless I had believed to see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living.14 Wait on the Lord: be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the Lord.
Wake up, little Susie
Last night, two songs popped into my head. The first, the Pomplamoose rendition of "It's The End Of The World As We Know It," I posted; the second, I didn't, because I couldn't see its relevance: "Dear Prudence" as performed by Siouxsie and the Banshees.
This morning, I was reading a Taiwanese magazine for students of English and my attention was drawn to a full-page advertisement, all in Chinese except for a single English word that jumped out at me: Suzy.
At that exact moment, my phone informed me that I had just received an email, and I checked it:
Shortly after reading your post today, I was listening to CCR on youtube and the second song that came up was Suzie Q. I don't know how it fits in with the other synchronicities, but maybe it's relevant.
Is this an attempt by the synchronicity fairies to make me take Q seriously, something I have never done before? Or does the name Suzie/Suzy/Siouxsie have some specific relevance?
I thought of this.
Slow Joe is Biden, of course. When I first started thinking about Fox in Socks, I noticed that Sue and Crow suggest the Sioux and the Crow, two closely related American Indian tribes. This of course ties in with Siouxsie and the Banshees.
And then I thought of the Everly Brothers song that gives this post its title. I had been predicting before that Trump's victory would be finalized by January 10, but obviously that didn't happen.
Well, I told your mama that
You'd be in by ten
Well, Susie, baby
Looks like we goofed again
But Susie still goes home, of course, just not on schedule.
Emphasis on "as we know it"
Therefore rejoice, ye heavens, and ye that dwell in them. Woe to the inhabiters of the earth and of the sea! for the devil is come down unto you, having great wrath, because he knoweth that he hath but a short time.
-- Revelation 12:12
I am not afraid. I was born for this.
-- the Maid
Monday, January 11, 2021
Hush my darling, be still my darling, the lion's on the phone
|Hmm . . . a red telephone?|
Y'all know by now that I don't shy away from crazy. Well, buckle up.
A little bird just whispered to me, "Is it possible that Donald J. Trump is in space right now?"
Why? How? This can't possibly be literal, right? I don't know, but there's something undeniably appealing about the idea of President Trump munching popcorn and looking down on the lying dog-faced pony show from Space Force One.
The synchronicity fairies consistently portrayed Trump's 2016 victory -- finalized in the wee hours of 9 November -- as a second 9/11, with Trump unexpectedly smashing through the twin towers of the uniparty. Could this be a third? After all, 9 + 11 + 2001 = 2021.
After 9/11, my even-crazier uncle and I played the game of retrospectively reading prophecies of the event into Nostradamus, Beatles lyrics, and so on. One such "prophecy" I discovered was in "The Guitar" by They Might Be Giants.
In the song "The Guitar," first they sing, "In the spaceship, the silver spaceship, the lion takes control." This sounds like a hijacking, and the name Osama means "lion" in Arabic. Later in the song, we hear, "The lion's on the phone." Just as in the Beatles' "She Came in Through the Bathroom Window," the phrase "on the phone" is an allusion to 9/11 by way of the emergency phone number 911. The music video cuts to footage of buildings collapsing right after they sing "on the phone." This song is from the album Apollo 18. Apollo suggests Apollyon, the demon mentioned in Revelation 9:11, and 18 plus two (move over once, move over twice) gives us 20 — that is 9 + 11.
The footage of buildings collapsing is accompanied by trumpet music.
Trump was first connected with the lion Aslan by Scott Alexander in Unsong.
The lion represents Trump. He’s big and predatory and has a mane of golden hair. Heck, even the political cartoonists have got this one; they’ve been drawing the theme of the lion attacking the elephant all year. The witch represents Hillary. She’s a powerful but widely-disliked old woman.
(This time around, the witch is apparently being played by Nancy Pelosi.)
Vox Day recently made the same connection, quoting the Narnia character Puddleglum and then replacing Aslan with Trump.
I'm on Trump's side even if there isn't any Trump to preside. I'm going to live as like an American as I can even if there isn't any America.
And what about Apollo 18? Far-darting Apollo is the god of the bow (céleste dieu d'arc et d'harpe), and 18 is 1/8, the date of the Battle of New Orleans. While that specific date has come and gone without being preceptibly pivotal, I don't think that means the Battle of New Orleans has lost its relevance.
Nothing to do but wait and see, watch and pray.
That day some rando Trump supporters ran around the Capitol for a few hours - We're honestly not sure if this was actually the darkest day or not, but we might get canceled if we don't put it at the top and Mark Zuckerberg is watching. Long live Zuck!
My wife and I were listening to the reports of the donnybrook taking place at the US Capitol in the wake of the electoral college mess. We watched some of the footage of this extraordinary event, and then my wife said, "Why don't we watch or listen to something peaceful?" I agreed, and she decided to continue watching a DVD she had been watching last night.The DVD was "The Sound of Music," and the scene that started when she resumed the DVD was the famous "Do Re Mi" scene. I picked up my laptop and started noodling around. I decided to read some more about St. Joan of Arc. When I went to a biographical site, I saw the name of the town where the Maid was born.The town is called Domremey.I plugged this word into a program that audibly pronounces foreign words. This town, spoken aloud in French, sounds EXACTLY like "Do Re Mi."
Sunday, January 10, 2021
That syncing feeling
Kevin McCall jumps into the sync hole. He is generous enough to say that it is "by far the craziest" thing he has ever posted "but, inspired by William James Tychonievich" -- but, mind you, not because!
I trust it will come as no surprise that Saint Joan puts in an appearance. Maid of Heaven, pray for us!
Google is still a joke
First page of search results for vox day (no quotation marks):
- Vox Popoli (1st result)
- 8 other results about blogger Vox Day (Theodore Beale)
- 1 result about an unrelated company called Vox Day
- Vox Popoli (1st result)
- 8 other results about blogger Vox Day (Theodore Beale)
- 1 result about an unrelated company called Vox Day
- Vox Popoli (1st result)
- 8 other results about blogger Vox Day (Theodore Beale)
- 1 result about an unrelated company called Vox Day
Seeing a pattern here? And now for the punchline . . .
- 7 results about blogger Vox Day (Theodore Beale)
- 2 result about an unrelated company called Vox Day
- Vox Popoli (9th result)
- 1 result for a Vox Media article that happens to include the word day
Et tu? Et three? Et four?
Open your eyes.
There will be no armed rebellion to right this injustice, if I read the signs of the times aright. Swords will not be necessary. Heaven will fight for us.
Therefore sent he thither horses, and chariots, and a great host: and they came by night, and compassed the city about.
And when the servant of the man of God was risen early, and gone forth, behold, an host compassed the city both with horses and chariots. And his servant said unto him, "Alas, my master! how shall we do?"
And he answered, "Fear not: for they that be with us are more than they that be with them." And Elisha prayed, and said, "Lord, I pray thee, open his eyes, that he may see."
And the Lord opened the eyes of the young man; and he saw: and, behold, the mountain was full of horses and chariots of fire round about Elisha.
Maid of Heaven, pray for us!
Saturday, January 9, 2021
A reminder: Trump still wins
My absolute confidence in this has recently been confirmed yet again in as unambiguous a manner as I could have asked for. Yes, I know no one else believes that. Yes, I know it seems utterly impossible at this point. Nevertheless, it is true. Persecutions may rage, mobs may combine, armies may assemble, calumny may defame, but Donald J. Trump will serve his second term.
You don't see it? Well, why should that surprise you? You're not supposed to see the future.
Update: John C. Wright is one of the few to share my certainty in this regard. I am honored to be in such company.
Friday, January 8, 2021
They received every man a penny
And the guy's name is Pence. I'm really starting to believe in this "nominative determinism" thing. (By the way, the etymology of my own name ultimately goes back to Tyche, the goddess of fortune.)
I've never been one for conspiracy theories about Freemasons, but that handshake is without any doubt a Masonic pass-grip. We can't see the coin or token being passed very clearly, but it certainly looks as if it might be marked with a pentagram or a square-and-compasses.
Thanks to commenter Mr. Andrew for bringing this to my attention.
Biden tells the truth
No one can tell me that if it had been a group of Black Lives Matter protestors yesterday that they wouldn’t have been treated very differently than the mob that stormed the Capitol.— Joe Biden (@JoeBiden) January 7, 2021
We all know that’s true — and it’s unacceptable.
Yes, we all know that's true.
If it had been BLM, they would have been called "protestors" rather than "the mob."
Every headline covering the event would have included the words "mostly peaceful."
If it had been BLM, expressions of solidarity, not condemnation, would be universal and de facto mandatory, and every corporation, media outlet, and church would be falling over themselves to provide the same.
If she had been a drugged-up petty criminal of the sacred race, Ashli Babbitt would have been elevated to sainthood, her name printed on football helmets, and the cop who murdered her doxxed and harrassed.
But of course if it had been BLM, they never would have wasted their time storming the Capitol in the first place. They would have targeted a real symbol of oppression: the local Louis Vuitton store.
(By the way, what do you think of this post? I think it's Nebula material.)
Whatever happened to being more subtle than any beast of the field?
Remember when John Ashcroft had himself "anointed" with Crisco? Those were the days! Antichrists used to have some style.
Seriously, what were the people behind this photo thinking? Literally no one is going to look at this and think, "Wow, he looks just like a saint!" Instead, if my own experience is any guide, people are going to clean the coffee off their keyboards and then say, "Who does this jackass think he is, Antiochus Epiphanes?" And what's that say on the wall behind him? "Press eject"?
Break their teeth, O God, in their -- oh, never mind, they're doing it themselves.
Thursday, January 7, 2021
In hoc signo vinces?
One-card Tarot reading today: "What's going on in Washington?" And the answer come back* . . .
And -- okay, you're not going to believe this, but . . .
The caption reads: L'espee couronnee, ensemble deus fleurs de Liz, reluisans iadis en l'enseigne de la Pucelle d'Orleans, est un perpetuel moniment de la defense et proteccion de France.
The French is a bit archaic, and I don't really know French anyway, but the meaning is clear enough: I just happened to draw the one Tarot card that features the standard of the Maid of Orleans.
Here is the document granting Joan a coat of arms, drawn by Charles VII himself.
* I knew that the line "And the answer come back . . ." came from Chico Marx but couldn't remember the context. Looking it up now, I find it's from Animal Crackers.
In a case like this that is so mysterious, you gotta-a get-a the clues. You gotta use-a the Sherlock-a Holmes method. You say to yourself, "What happened?" And the answer come back, "Something was stolen."
Take your pick . . .
From the cover of a notebook made in Taiwan, discovered today in an unused classroom.
Minor synchronicity: The TMBG song I linked to in my last post includes the line "The kitchen cooked and ate the cook."
The Hill is alive
Joan of Arc under the sun of Sorath
In my post "Can you just choose a patron saint?" I quote Mark Twain's preface to his book about Joan of Arc, in which he emphasizes the contrast between the perfect goodness of Joan herself and the extreme evil of the times in which she lived -- "the brutalest, the wickedest, the rottenest in history since the darkest ages."
The purest form of evil is called Sorathic, from a word created by Rudolf Steiner out of the Hebrew numerals for 666. Steiner characterizes Sorath as the "Demon of the Sun" -- an evil Sun in opposition to the good Sun which is the Christ. This theme of the good and evil Suns is something I have explored in some detail at The Magician's Table.
Today an email correspondent mentioned that he had first learned about Joan of Arc by typing "joan the maid" into a search engine. For some reason, after reading that, I was immediately moved to do the same thing myself -- and then, when the search results came up, my mouse hand sprang into action as if directed by an intelligence not my own. Click-scroll-click-scroll-click, just like that -- so fast that I didn't have time to read anything and had no conscious knowledge of what I was clicking on, as if executing a series of steps long since rendered automatic by habit -- and I found myself staring at an article about a 1926 novel by Georges Bernanos called Sous le soleil de Satan -- Under Satan's Sun.
I am not exaggerating how very quickly this happened; and happened is the correct word, since to say I did it would imply that the conscious mind played a role. Checking my browser history to retrace my steps, I find that Joan the Maid is the English name of a 1994 French historical film starring Sandrine Bonnaire in the title role, and that this same actress starred alongside Gérard Depardieu in the 1987 film version of Sous le soleil de Satan.
What does this mean? Well, the most natural interpretation, I think, is that Joan is back because Sorath is back. She is here because she is needed. Maid of Heaven, pray for us!
I end with a quote from Oliver Cowdery which has been on my mind recently.
Man may deceive his fellow-men, deception may follow deception, and the children of the wicked one may have power to seduce the foolish and untaught, till naught but fiction feeds the many, and the fruit of falsehood carries in its current the giddy to the grave; but one touch with the finger of his love, yes, one ray of glory from the upper world, or one word from the mouth of the Savior, from the bosom of eternity, strikes it all into insignificance, and blots it forever from the mind.
Tuesday, January 5, 2021
Joan and the fairies
"Then the matter stands like this. They were banned creatures, of fearful origin; they could be dangerous company for the children. Now give me a rational reason, dear, if you can think of any, why you call it a wrong to drive them into banishment, and why you would have saved them from it. In a word, what loss have you suffered by it?"How stupid of him to go and throw his case away like that! I could have boxed his ears for vexation if he had been a boy. He was going along all right until he ruined everything by winding up in that foolish and fatal way. What had she lost by it! Was he never going to find out what kind of a child Joan of Arc was? Was he never going to learn that things which merely concerned her own gain or loss she cared nothing about? Could he never get the simple fact into his head that the sure way and the only way to rouse her up and set her on fire was to show her where some other person was going to suffer wrong or hurt or loss? Why, he had gone and set a trap for himself -- that was all he had accomplished.The minute those words were out of his mouth her temper was up, the indignant tears rose in her eyes, and she burst out on him with an energy and passion which astonished him, but didn't astonish me, for I knew he had fired a mine when he touched off his ill-chosen climax."Oh, father, how can you talk like that? Who owns France?""God and the King.""Not Satan?""Satan, my child? This is the footstool of the Most High -- Satan owns no handful of its soil.""Then who gave those poor creatures their home? God. Who protected them in it all those centuries? God. Who allowed them to dance and play there all those centuries and found no fault with it? God. Who disapproved of God's approval and put a threat upon them? A man. Who caught them again in harmless sports that God allowed and a man forbade, and carried out that threat, and drove the poor things away from the home the good God gave them in His mercy and His pity, and sent down His rain and dew and sunshine upon it five hundred years in token of His peace? It was their home -- theirs, by the grace of God and His good heart, and no man had a right to rob them of it. And they were the gentlest, truest friends that children ever had, and did them sweet and loving service all these five long centuries, and never any hurt or harm; and the children loved them, and now they mourn for them, and there is no healing for their grief. And what had the children done that they should suffer this cruel stroke? The poor fairies could have been dangerous company for the children? Yes, but never had been; and could is no argument. Kinsmen of the Fiend? What of it? Kinsmen of the Fiend have rights, and these had; and children have rights, and these had; and if I had been there I would have spoken -- I would have begged for the children and the fiends, and stayed your hand and saved them all. But now -- oh, now, all is lost; everything is lost, and there is no help more!"Then she finished with a blast at that idea that fairy kinsmen of the Fiend ought to be shunned and denied human sympathy and friendship because salvation was barred against them. She said that for that very reason people ought to pity them, and do every humane and loving thing they could to make them forget the hard fate that had been put upon them by accident of birth and no fault of their own. "Poor little creatures!" she said. "What can a person's heart be made of that can pity a Christian's child and yet can't pity a devil's child, that a thousand times more needs it!"She had torn loose from Pere Fronte, and was crying, with her knuckles in her eyes, and stamping her small feet in a fury; and now she burst out of the place and was gone before we could gather our senses together out of this storm of words and this whirlwind of passion.The Pere had got upon his feet, toward the last, and now he stood there passing his hand back and forth across his forehead like a person who is dazed and troubled; then he turned and wandered toward the door of his little workroom, and as he passed through it I heard him murmur sorrowfully:"Ah, me, poor children, poor fiends, they have rights, and she said true -- I never thought of that. God forgive me, I am to blame."
Sync: Odin at the door, DD lemniscates, sideways eyeballs
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