Showing posts with label John C. Wright. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John C. Wright. Show all posts

Sunday, April 21, 2024

The study of water

Yesterday, I saw a link on Synlogos to a John C. Wright post titled simply "Eautology," and I clicked just to see what the word was supposed to mean. On first seeing it, I mentally pronounced it as a homophone of otology, thinking the first element must be eau, the French for "water." I guessed the t was added for euphony, or perhaps in reference to Scientology (cf. Blaintology, the cult led by David Blaine in South Park).

No sooner had I thought that than I knew it was impossible. John C. Wright tends, as I'm sure he would be the first to admit, to be be a bit prissy on matters linguistic, and there is simply no way in the shades below that he would ever dream of coining a word by sticking a Greek suffix on a French noun and inserting a random t in the middle. That's just something that will never, ever happen. It's not the way the universe operates.

I skimmed enough of the post to find out that eautology is actually from the Greek reflexive pronoun εαυτός, which I suppose I should have been able to guess on my own. I left a comment, which you can see there, saying, "I thought it was going to be the study of water!"

Of course the proper term for the study of water, with none of that unseemly Graeco-French miscegenation, is hydrology.

Less than 24 hours after skimming "Eautology" and leaving that comment, I was reading -- such are my omnivorous habits -- The Remarkable Record of Job (1988) by Henry M. Morris, which is a young-earth creationist take on that book of the Bible and is perhaps most notable for its memorable theory that the Leviathan described in Job 41 was actually a fire-breathing duck-billed dinosaur. The picture below is not from the book -- other YECs have since picked up on it -- but I'm pretty sure Morris was the OG.

Chapter 3 is called "Modern Scientific Insights in Job," and I started it today. I was surprised to find this on p. 36:

Thursday, December 9, 2021

The synchronicity fairies comment on "The curious incident of the cock at dawn"

Yesterday, I posted "The curious incident of the cock at dawn," in which I wrote as if from an alternate timeline and used the story of Peter's three denials before cockcrow to explore questions of agency and fate and whether Peter could have acted otherwise than it had been prophesied that he would act. For reasons related to the "alternate timeline" conceit, I modified the biblical text to say that the cock would "call out" rather than "crow."

This morning, I checked Synlogos and clicked a few of the links. Both Dark Brightness and Vox Day had posted links to a long article called "How to Build a Small Town in Texas." I didn't read the whole article but skimmed it a bit and noticed this illustration: a map of a Belgian town, with a caption inviting the reader to imagine "the invigorating call of roosters in the morning."


Another of the links on Synlogos was to John C. Wright's "The Leviathan of Time, Chapter Six: Oedipus and Jonah." I have not been reading this series and had no intention of jumping in at Chapter 6, but the name Jonah (a favorite topic of the sync fairies of late) caught my eye. I clicked and searched for the name. It turns out that Wright uses Oedipus and Jonah as examples of differing views on fate an the inevitability of prophecies: The prophecy about Oedipus inevitably comes true, despite or rather because of the attempts to thwart it; but Jonah's prophecy about Ninevah fails when the Ninevites literally change the future by repenting. The whole story also apparently deals with different "timelines."


After looking at Synlogos, my next intended stop was the Babylon Bee. I visit that site often enough that I can just type a "ba" in the address bar and press enter, autocomplete doing the rest. This time I somehow accidentally typed "bi" instead and ended up at BibleGateway instead. The homepage there had the "verse of the day," John 14:6 -- "Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me."

Later I brought up the app I have been using to listen to the entire Bible read aloud. It was at the beginning of John 14 -- that is, just a few verses before the one highlighted by BibleGateway, and immediately after "The cock shall not crow, till thou hast denied me thrice." I wrote my "cock at dawn" post well before reaching this point in my Bible listening, and an earlier draft even included a reference to John 14:1: "Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me."

Friday, June 11, 2021

Synchronicity: The locusts of Joel, and the traveling man

The synchronicity fairies have been drawing my attention to the biblical Book of Joel recently, as I mentioned in my post on last month's lunar eclipse:

The lunar eclipse ("blood moon") made me think of this solar eclipse, and the combination of the two made me think of the second chapter of Joel: "The sun shall be turned into darkness, and the moon into blood, before the great and terrible day of the Lord come" (Joel 2:31).

A few days ago, I was looking through this blog's drafts folder, found an old unfinished post called "Do the locusts have a king?" [since finished] and started working on it again. It begins by quoting the bit about the locusts in Revelation 9, mentioning parenthetically that John had pinched his imagery from Joel 2.

(There was a solar eclipse yesterday, by the way, but it was not visible in Taiwan.)

Yesterday, I checked John C. Wright's blog and found this Prayer Request:

Time for a Prayer:
Father, we ask you to Thwart the plans of those who wish to destroy our Republic.
Deliver us from Marxism.
Preserve our Republic.
O God of Justice and Judgment, bring back President Trump to his rightful place.
Restore what the locust has eaten.
Be exalted, in Jesus name, Amen.

The line I have bolded is an allusion to, you guessed it, the second chapter of Joel: "And I will restore to you the years that the locust hath eaten" (Joel 2:25). The full text of that verse lists various types of locusts:

Then I will compensate you for the years
That the swarming locust has eaten,
The creeping locust, the stripping locust, and the gnawing locust --
My great army which I sent among you (NASB).

When I was a kid in Ohio, we had names for all the different local species of grasshopper. The small green ones were called Green Guys. The ones with red legs were Pigeons. The kind that are part green and part brown were called, for reasons that remain obscure, Breakfast at Tiffany's. The biggest, baddest kind, with rough sand-colored armor and chattering wings, were called Lokeys -- from locust.

I note from online ads that a TV series called Loki -- featuring the Norse god turned comic-book character, Thor's brother -- premiered a day or two ago.


In another recent post, I relate an encounter with a cabbage butterfly which inexplicably made me think of a Masonic dialogue about traveling from west to east.

As I looked at the butterfly, a question suddenly popped into my head out of nowhere: Are you a traveling man? -- quickly followed by the rest of this stock Masonic dialogue: Yes I am. Traveling where? From west to east.

In that post, I also connected this butterfly with some material from Whitley Strieber's book The Afterlife Revolution, and with a "Masonic" incident in one of his other books.

Yesterday I was once again going through my blog's drafts folder and found one called "The nihilism of Strieber's mature vision." To complete it, I needed to track down some quotes from one of his more recent books, but I wasn't entirely sure which book it was. I decided to begin by rereading Solving the Communion Enigma (2012) first. So far it doesn't have what I'm looking for, but today I read this. Strieber is talking about leaving behind his cabin in upstate New York and moving back to his hometown of San Antonio, Texas.

As we drove down the highway on that sad morning, my cell phone rang. It was an old, dear friend, the filmmaker and photographer Timothy Greenfield-Sanders, who had been the first person I'd told about my 1985 encounter. . . .

Now he said, "Whitley, I just saw your woman, the [alien] woman on the cover of Communion. She came up to my car and leaned in the window while I was stuck in traffic on Fourteenth Street. . . . She asked me if I was going west. I said, 'No, I'm going east,' and she said, 'Well, that's good.'"

I knew exactly what this meant. She was not only expressing gladness that Timothy was staying but also regret at my departure.

The passage I have bolded above was also highlighted by me the first time I read the book. Strieber connects it with his own move from New York to Texas, but I saw it as a Masonic reference. However, I had completely forgotten about it until I reread it just now.


This anecdote from Greenfield-Sanders also reminds me now of a story I heard a long time ago about a Ute Indian's encounter on the road with a person he took to be Sinawava, a tribal deity known as "he who leaves footprints of light." I heard this secondhand from Stan Bronson of Blanding, Utah, a historian of the Ute tribe. (Bronson believed that Sinawava is the same person as Jesus Christ.) As I recall, Sinawava also asked the Ute which direction he was traveling and expressed approval of the answer. I think Sinawava was also carrying some watermelons, which he offered to the Ute -- recalling an incident in one of Strieber's books where alien "visitors" show up at Michael Talbot's door with a bag of pumpkins. My memory of the anecdote is a bit hazy, so I suppose I should try to track down Mr. Bronson, if he's still around.

Monday, January 25, 2021

What is Trump's mission?

From an old Babylon Bee story

On January 8, John C. Wright posted A Word of Encouragement, which I linked to, explaining why his "faith that Mr. Trump will serve his second term, to which he was lawfully elected by a landslide, is unaltered by recent events." If you haven't read it, you should.

In his post, Mr. Wright compares the situation of Trump supporters on January 8 to those of Jesus' disciples between the crucifixion and the resurrection.

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.

I've been thinking of that comparison lately, and especially about the last few chapters of Luke and the beginning of Acts. When, at the Last Supper, Jesus told his disciples, "he that hath no sword, let him sell his garment, and buy one," they must have thought, This is it. The Messiah is going to make his move, vanquish his enemies, drive out the Romans. Thy kingdom come!

They went armed to the Mount of Olives, where Jesus prayed, and when a multitude came, armed with swords and staves to arrest him, led by the traitor Judas, with the chief priests and elders bringing up the rear -- the disciples attacked, slicing off the ear of one of the mob. But Jesus said, "Suffer ye thus far," healed the severed ear, and allowed himself to be taken into custody.

He was taken before Pilate, then Herod, then Pilate again. He was pronounced innocent, and Pilate announced that he would "chastise him, and let him go." Again the disciples must have thought, This is it. The Messiah has been vindicated, the plans of his enemies frustrated, and the hour of his victory is at hand. But then Pilate changed his mind, deferring to the angry crowd, and decided to have him crucified after all.

Even while he hung on the cross, there must have been moments when the disciples thought, This is it. Some miracle will happen. Elias will rescue him. He will come down from the cross. But no such thing happened, and Jesus died.

Later, on the road to Emmaus, the disciples spoke of their disappointment to a stranger -- how they had "trusted that it had been he which should have redeemed Israel" but instead he had been crucified and everything had come to naught. But then came the astonishing revelation that the stranger with whom they were conversing was Jesus himself, that he was alive, that he had literally risen from the dead!

This is about as far as Mr. Wright takes things, but let me continue.

Now, surely, the disciples must have thought, This is it! The Messiah is back. Even death could not stop him! All the prophecies were true after all. Rome is finished. Game on!

But Jesus just hung around for a few weeks, mostly just going around letting people know he was alive. At first the disciples waited patiently for him to make his move, but finally they asked him directly, "Lord, wilt thou at this time restore again the kingdom to Israel?" Jesus just said, "It is not for you to know the times or the seasons" -- and then he ascended up to heaven and never came back. You know, like dead people do.

A few short decades later, Titus Flavius Vespasianus marched against Jerusalem. He razed the Temple and paraded its holy relics through the streets, destroyed the Holy City, put over a million Jews to the sword, and scattered the rest. Jesus did nothing to stop this.

So much for the whole Messiah thing.


In other words, even after triumphing against impossible odds -- it doesn't get much more impossible than rising from the dead! -- Jesus still disappointed, still failed to deliver on the Messianic expectations of his followers.

Some gave up on him.

Some held out hope for a "second coming" at which he would fulfill all the Messianic prophecies after all.

Some came to terms with the fact that Jesus' mission had never been about Making Israel Great Again in the first place. "A greater than Solomon is here," he had said, and he had meant it. His mission was far greater than, and qualitatively different from, that of restoring the kingdom of Solomon. He wasn't merely the Messiah; he was the Christ -- a term that, from then on, would have a new meaning defined by him and him alone.


And what is Trump's mission? I trust that my readers are intelligent enough to realize that this extended comparison is only that, and that I obviously don't see the President as the Messiah or anything like that. My point is this: Even if President Trump is "miraculously" restored to power and serves out his second term -- as I believe he will -- what then?

Four more years? Just that?

Reform the electoral system and make "democracy" democratic again? Just that?

Make America Great Again? But only the American people as a whole, and God, can do that.

These famous lines from Alexander Pope have been much on my mind lately:

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.


Some old posts you might want to reread:

Sunday, January 10, 2021

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.

-- John C. Wright

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.

-- 2 Kings 6:14-17

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.

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