My Inaugural Address at the Great White Throne Judgment of the Dead Part 2
I'm sure that has you rolling in the
aisles. You're so round that you'll roll real well. But seriously, you spend billions every year on diet
products and gym memberships. I'm going to bite the hand that feeds me. I am going to save you a lot of
money.
I'm going to solve your problem. You'll find that when you have no
food at all to eat, you have no problem losing weight. It will melt
right off. The North Korean Communist regime with it's starving population highly recommends the
Calorie Restriction Society.
There you'll find proof you'll be healthier anyway without food.
The Great White Throne Judgment of the Dead
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Me Seated on My Great White Throne
for My Judgment of the Dead (and I don't mean the toilet!)
(I'm surrounded by
blinding light and lightning which unconsciously signifies the slime I spew from my Fire
Hose/Water Cannon!)
'♪ I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go
Walkin' with a dead man over my shoulder
Waiting for an invitation to arrive
Goin' to a party where no one's still alive
I was struck by lighting (my slime!)
Walkin' down the street
I was hit by something last night in my sleep
It's a dead man's party
Who could ask for more
Everybody's comin', leave your body at the door' (Oingo Boingo)
' ♪ Instant Karma's gonna get you
Gonna knock you right in the head
You better get yourself together
Pretty soon you're gonna be dead' (John Lennon)
' ♪
Turn me on, dead man' (Beatles backmasked)
' ♪
Come together right now over me' (a dead man)
(Beatles)
Now that the preliminaries are out of
the way, we can get to the main business of the evening. Dearly beloved, we are gathered here this evening
for a special reason. Welcome to my Dead
Man's Party! Leave your body at the door! Welcome to my Party at the End of the World! Welcome to my Party
at Ground Zero! Welcome to the Isle of the Dead! Welcome to the Village of the Damned! Here come da
Judge! Here come da Judge!
Come in! You have responded to the invitations I sent you. You've been ushered into my presence. You've
at last been rounded up to see me in person to deal with you! Enter and step forward ladies and gentlemen.
And as you step forward, all the doors behind you one by one are being
slammed shut and barred! You are going nowhere. You are going to
stand before me here seated on my perch in the Great White Throne Room and not move! (Stolen from Vincent
Price - 'House on
Haunted Hill').
Right here, right now, this very moment at the
witching hour of midnight is the Great White Throne Judgment of the
Dead! This is the Second Resurrection. As Joyce prophesied in
FINNEGANS WAKE: 'Array! Surrection!' - Resurrection (and erection = stiffening) plus insurrection and array
(and hurray!) – namely, the Second Resurrection.
Receive your Judgment from the Lord! I'm getting ready to give you
the Dr. Strangelove address (note his fruity fairy name). His character was modeled on Henry Kissinger,
putative New World Order proponent. In the film, he was an ex-Nazi scientist who slipped back into his goose
stepping days as one of Hitler's supermen with stiff armed salutes (rigid robotic movements =
erection).
'Dr. Strangelove' Nazi Stiff-Armed Salute Automatic
Reflex (It Comes Up!)
Goose Stepping (Rigid = Erection) Marching Morons!
The fruity mad Dr.'s message was: the apocalypse is here
and head for the hills - the
same message as Jesus. 'You can run, but you can't hide.' Underground labyrinth tunnels and caverns were
prepared for the Elite (Survival Bunkers which the Federal Government has constructed in actuality - a modern
Noah's Ark). Stanley Kubrick filmed a final scene for after the nuclear holocaust (that he deleted) of a pie
fight, a topic I discuss later on. ('Seven billion monkeys throwing poo in a pie fight/slime fight!')
First of all, why do I say you are
all dead? I am addressing only dead people this evening. I see dead people (the 'Living Dead' – the
Departed)! That is
you and you and you (pointing to members of the audience). Welcome to Ghost Town – you've 'given up the
ghost'! 'There is no need to believe in any religious or eschatological justifications to see that, for all
its “vibrancy”, the (Collective)Life or spirit of our civilization is spent (we are now the Living
Dead).' You've all been turned into stone statues! My many enemies have been made into footstools! And you
have passed over. You are no longer human! You once were. Then you
became the Godless Wicked (heathens). And now, in fact, you have become the
devils, demons and monsters of Hell. You have passed over to the
Twilight Zone, the Forbidden Planet, the Forbidden Zone, the Dead
Zone, the Land of the Lost. Everyone on this planet had been dead since I and my assistants
(known variously as Angels of the Lord, Scanners, Watchers, Observers, Fools, Keepers of the Flame, Dreamers,
Hearts or the Justice League of Superheroes)
first blew the horn in the Seventies (Mass Psychosis - the Secret Rapture). 'We are wannabe gods, it’s time
we got good at it!' These are H. G. Well's 'Men Like Gods', the Overlords of Arthur C. Clarke's 'Childhood's
End', Isaac Asimov's the gods themselves! - the (mainly) mad who against their
will are becoming superhuman (Gods 'R Us!). The word apotheosis means men who are becoming gods. Brown says,
'The natural man is transformed into superman: “We fleshly earthly men are to become
gods.”' And, 'There is a marriage (in heaven) between psychoanalysis and the mystical tradition, combining to
make us conscious of our unconscious participation in the creation of the phenomenal world. - To become
conscious of our participation in the creation of the phenomenal world is to pass from passive experience –
perception as impressions on a passive mind – to conscious creation, and creative freedom. Every perception
is a creation - “when we see physical objects we are makers or poets.” Or gods; the world is our
creation. Also, 'Man Makes Himself' (we are artificial creatures of our own making) (Brown quoting
Marxist archaeologist Gordon Childe)..' '♪ Just what you want to be,
you will be in the end' (Moody Blues). “Simple” does not mean
stupid, but rather whole or discrete, partaking completely of their world. As such, the barbarians can become
aware of the willed construction of their own Gods—the metaphorical construction of their own gods (Homo
Faber)-which, in the secular vision peculiar to 'Closing Time', is the Blakean deification of humanity.'(David
Greenham). Many scanners take the easy way out and serve Satan. But, 'scanners live in vain'. That is, they
are mostly unnoticed and unsung - the space aliens – empty ciphers - ghosts. They will get to wear my armband
so all can see them. Compare the Lamed Vav Tzadikim (36 Righteous people) from the mystical Kabbalah: 'Were
it not for them, all of them, if even one of them was missing, the world would come to an end. They do not
themselves know that they are ones of the 36. For the sake of these 36 nondescript hidden saints found in
very low or humble places, God preserves the world even if the rest of humanity has degenerated to the level
of total barbarism. They are the secret kings of this world.'
Now the Judgment begins. You hold
paper and pens in your hands. You are going to do some writing for
me. Here comes your Final Exam! John of Patmos and others have described what is about to take
place. But they saw through a glass darkly. 'For now we see through a
glass, darkly; but then clearly, face to face.' What is going to take
place is somewhat different from his description. You are going to
be fast, accurate and you are going to leave nothing out. What you
write will determine the Judgment you receive. Write the number 1.
on the first line. On that line, write the name of the first person
you ever in bed with – man, woman, child or animal, whatever it
was. Write nothing else on line 1. Now, immediately go to the next
line, and on line 2, fill in the name of the next person or animal or
whatever you were in bed with. And continue until you list all the
names. I realize some of you devils here in Hell don't even know the
names of a lot of them. Put a question mark on those lines. While
you are writing, I'll show you my list which I prepared in advance.
On it is the number 1., and the rest of the page is blank. I've been
in bed with no woman anytime, anyhow, anywhere, anyplace whatsoever.
I want to heartily assure you that I am perfectly capable
of being
with a woman, and have always had a constant craving to be with a
woman. I knew in my cradle that I was never going to be with a
woman. In high school, as I remember, I went out on two dates. They
were not my idea. They were arranged by others. However, I do own
up to being up close and personal with pornography off and on all my
life. I had to see what I was missing, and, clearly, I was missing a
lot. I had to be sure I understood the old lock and key mechanism,
and rocket science it's not. I've seen people kissing, but I would
have to be taught how to do it.
What always happens to me
when I try to talk to a strange woman? Instantly their eyes get
wide(
), they start smiling, and I see them
backing off. Shortly
thereafter they're gone, and I see them later whipping back and forth
in front of me chasing after the hunks and studs (Alpha Males). They chase after
them because they know that they can put them under a spell - charm
them with their looks - and make then into beasts of burden at their
beck and call. Putting under a spell is ancient terminology for
hypnosis. Women won't get around me with a ten foot pole. Brown says, 'Shem the pen no
match for Shaun the post.' But, 'Mark this well, you proud men of action! you are, after all, nothing
but unconscious instruments of the men of thought.' (Hegel). I'm mad, bad and dangerous to know. They know
what I am: a weirdo, a creep, a psycho, a loser. I don't blame
them. I'm a powerful wizard, and if they get around me, I'm going to
put them under a spell, and not vice versa. One of the problems I
had with women is that I insist any woman I'm with be also a virgin like me (but see below).
I refuse to accept second hand merchandise, used castoffs some other
man has pawed over. And virgins are hard to find here in Hell!
Just like Jesus, my precious seed packet has gone
missing. And
precisely because I can't get laid the regular way (ghosts can't do
it), when I do get my rocks off, it's 'the shot heard round the world'
– heard not with your ears but inside your head - Mass
Psychosis - the Secret Rapture.
As Led Zeppelin sang in 'Stairway to Heaven', '♪
your head is humming, and it won't
go!' Joyce has ten thunders in the WAKE (his prophesy of what I have labeled the Multiple Rapture).
John of Patmos, fond of sevens, has seven thunders. Even though he died in
1941 and didn't get to hear the first Thunder (Mass Psychosis) in
1973, Joyce prophesied, 'One stands, given a grain of goodwill, a
fair chance of actually seeing the whirling dervish, Tumult, son of
Thunder.' According to Joyce, 'For the Clearer of the Air on high has spoken.' And 'Loud (not misspelled),
graciously hear us!' ('Extremely Loud and Close'). Joyce's thunderclaps are the voice of God's wrath (my
voice) which terminates the old world age/aeon (10,000 year Western Civilization) and starts the new cycle.
(Interestingly, Joyce was supposedly afraid of thunder). In the WAKE, these Thunders occur in various
settings, such as
an Irish pub, and no one seems to notice them. Like the Shadow who had the strange and hypnotic power that
allowed him to cloud men's minds (amnesia), they don't seem to hear. Here's the first thunder on the opening
page of the Wake:
'bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonnerronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthurnuk!' - a
hundred letter name that can actually be deciphered if studied. It is Joyce's version of the gibbering of the
mad on the Weird Radio. Joyce says, 'The hundredlettered name again, last word of a perfect language'. The
film 'The Signal' depicts this humming.
'♪
Call out the instigators
Because there's something in the air (= slime raining down!)
We've got to get together sooner or later
Because the revolution's here, and you know it's right
And you know that it's right' (Thunderclap
Newman) 'Something in the Air'
Natural disasters such as earthquakes, lightning strikes and stormy seas were in earlier times said to be
(superstitiously) caused the ancient gods – Acts of God. For Brown in 'Closing Time' (note: many quotes by or
about Brown are colored brown to help distinguish them from my contribution):
'What the thunder said:
DA DA DA'
(Dada was a nihilist avant-garde art movement)
Damyata: Restrain yourselves
The gods return in thunder'
Thus, thunder is the Voice of God. It's the gurgling 'Ga Ga Goo Goo' of babies, the gibbering of the
mad.
'There’s something about Finnegans Wake that is not intellectual. It's not snooty. Some people
say it sounds good when read to babies.' For (fairy) rock band Queen:
'♪
Radio ga ga
All we hear is radio ga ga
Radio goo goo
(reduces us to gibbering/blithering babies!)
Radio ga ga
You had your time you had the power
You've yet to have your finest hour
'♪ We can be Heroes
Just for one day' (David Bowie)
The last lines refer to us Weird Radio DJs as our 'finest hour' approaches and we sound the Trumpets.
'♪
If death is pretty final, I'm collected vinyl
I'm gonna DJ at the end of the world
Music will provide the light you cannot resist
( = slime)
you cannot resist, you cannot resist'
(the Rapture)
(R.E.M.)
This is the third best rock song ever, and it
happens to be a recent one by The Who:
'♪
We found this pile of paper
(My Inaugural Address or the litter of Finnegans
Wake)
Written by the ether man
He hatched a mad old caper
He had a mad old plan
(to take over my world again - see also by The
Who: 'Meet the new boss, same as the old boss' = Me)
He'd turn us into music
(My Heavenly Music Of The Spheres - compare
Joyce's musicalized language in the Wake)
He'd show us to our portals (Doorway/Doorway/Stargate/Null Point to fly away home to Heaven
- the Secret Rapture/Ascension/Dimensional Shift)
He gathered wire and angels
To entertain immortals
Out on the endless, endless
(the Collective Unconscious that wires us all together)
Out on the endless wire'
(The Who)
'Finnegans Wake is a kind of terminal moraine (litter) in which lie buried all the myths, programmes,
slogans, hopes, prayers, tools, educational theories, and theological bric-a-brac of the past millenium.' 'In
this 'Iron Age' we're left with fragments which we compartmentalize. Like a thousand piece puzzle but we only
have a few pieces.' The book is a kitchen sink/Christmas tree Doorstop festooned with incomprehensible scraps
of phrases and slogans that land with a thud.
Joyce's great love was choral music, and the unintelligeable sing-songy rapid speech excerpts of the Wake he
recorded as a musicalized language are the veritable Heavenly Pythagorean lyrical Music of the Spheres (the
Tones of Creation). 'By singing the world into existence, the Ancestors were poets in the original sense of
poesis, meaning 'creation'.' “Simple” does not mean stupid, but rather whole or discrete, partaking
completely of their world. As such, the barbarians can become aware of the willed construction of their own
Gods—the metaphorical construction of their own gods (Homo Faber)-which, in the secular vision peculiar to
'Closing Time', is the Blakean deification of humanity.'(David Greenham). 'As with the Golden Age of the
past, we're singing the world into existence.' 'The musical notes through which every component of creation
sings and plays its part in the cosmic symphony Platonic "music of the spheres," the "hum" or vibration of the
universe from which all is created.' Joyce said, 'History as her is harped.' Joyce also said the Wake was
pure music.
'♪
One of these
mornings
(Resurrection morining)
You're goin to rise up singing
(join my the Dawn Chorus - my Heavenly choir for
my Heavenly Music Of The Spheres)
Then you'll spread your wings
And you'll take the sky' (all you Angels fly back up home
to me - Big Daddy)
Brown says, 'God does not speak good English.'
I have 'everything but the girl.' Baby, you
stuck up you pretty little nose at me and wouldn't give me any pussy!
You're going down for what you did to me! (pointing my thumbs down). I'm going to take my
revenge on you, little miss pretty! And don't dare think all of a sudden you're
going to give me some pussy now that you see me! It's too late,
baby. You're going down, little miss pussycat! You're my scapegoat whom I can blame!
'♪
I guess I just can't fit
And I believe it's time for us to quit
And when we meet again, introduced as friends
Please don't let on that you knew me when
I was hungry and it was your world
Ah you fake just like a woman (yes you do now now)
You make love just like a woman
And then you ache just like a woman
But you break just like a little girl'
(Bob Dylan)
'♪
The girl who's driving me mad
Is going away. -
She's got a ticket to ride, and she don't
care'
(Beatles)
Actually, it wasn't so much that women turned me
down, but that they simply ignored me. As a ghost, I can stand in front of a woman, and she looks right
through me. They can't see me, and when I speak, they are startled to suddenly see someone standing in front
of them!
'♪
If you could read my mind, love,
What a tale my thoughts could tell.
Just like an old time movie,
'Bout a ghost from a wishing well.
In a castle dark or a fortress strong,
With chains upon my feet.
You know that ghost is me.
And I will never be set free
As long as I'm a ghost that you can't see'.
(Gordon Lightfoot)
So, now stop
writing. If we waited until everyone finished their list, we'd be
here all night. Some of your lists would extend to the floor. You
don't need to show me your lists, because I already have that
information. '♪ He sees you when you're sleeping, He knows when you're awake.' 'I saw what you did!' I
keep a number of Books around here. One of them is my
Book of Human Works where I record your deeds, good and bad. That
Book partly determines the Judgment you'll receive. But I'm not
going to open it tonight. Instead, I'm going to open my most
important and legendary book that I keep – the Book of Life. As John of Patmos had written, 'And I saw a mighty angel proclaiming with a loud voice, Who is worthy to open
the book, and to loose the seals thereof?'
I'm sure you've heard of it. I am the only individual
qualified to open this Book! Here I record the names of those who
have Eternal Life (my Immortals) (holding up the Book of Life, which is invisible).
You might interrupt me here and go 'Wait a minute, Lord, you're
shucking me, you have nothing in your hands!' I reply, that I can
see it and read it quite well, even if you can't. John of Patmos had
described the contents, but again not quite accurately. It works as
follows: when everyone is born, no matter where on the planet, I
record their names.
'♪ When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound, and time shall be no more,
And the morning breaks, eternal, bright and fair;
When the saved of earth shall gather over on the other shore,
And the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there (before my
Great White Throne)
.'
Now I have to stop for a short digression.
I need to go pick up the Tree of Life. We had it in the Garden of
Eden, and we will have it back in the New Jerusalem, where I am going
to lead you. 'The tree of life and the tree of the knowledge of good
and evil grew in the middle of the garden'. When Adam and Eve portook of the Tree of the Knowledge of
Good and Evil (Morality), they were ashamed of their private parts and
covered them up with fig leaves. The gods (plural - the Elohim) were
sore afraid that Adam and Eve would partake of the other Tree - the
Tree of Life - and become like one of us and become Immortals. 'Behold, the man has become like one of Us, knowing good and evil; and now, he might
stretch out his hand, and take also from the tree of life, and eat, and live forever.' So
they were banished forever from the Garden. 'By the sweat of your brow
you will eat your food.' As the Lord's Prayer warns, 'Lead us
not into temptation.'
By the way, when Adam walked in the cool of the evening beside God in the
Garden of Eden, Adam was walking beside
a nutty fruitcake, one of my predecessors. Getting close to one of
us is dangerous. We're walking timebombs! We're unstable, volatile - on a very short fuse and lose our
temper at any time - erratic and totally unpredictable behavior! Again, we're liable to explode! Dare to
play 'The Most Dangerous Game!' Play God in the Garden! Be King of the Zoo! Genesis opens with a version of
'The Most Dangerous Game' (1932) (madman on isolated island hunts shipwrecked passengers for sport = God in
the Garden of Eden tracking down Adam and Eve.) This is in fact the Oedipal Triangle – madman Father chasing
his delinquent offspring.
Amazulu (= I'm a Zulu) 'Excitable' Video - Shape
Shifting Nutty Fruitcake (Me)
So here comes the Tree of Life that
makes you Immortal. Here in Hell, I realize I'm throwing pearls
before swine. What I'm getting ready to say will strike you as
totally absurd. It is only one sentence long. It is: No one, not
anytime, not anywhere, not ever is permitted to stick it in!
It is always a crime to stick it in! I use the word crime,
because the word sin means nothing to you devils in Hell. Everyone
automatically assumes they are always permitted to put it in, but no
one is permitted to, ever! Brown says, 'Politics as gang bang. The game is
juvenile or, as Freud would say, infantile and deadly serious.' In the New Jerusalem, there will be
two
classes of people. The rulers are those who haven't put it in. The
second class is those who have put it in. The second group will be
under stringent conditions. First, they will serve their masters –
those who don't put it in. Further, the second class will be virgins
until their honeymoon night, and be loyal and faithful to their
spouses all the days of their lives and never stray. There will be
no adultery in the
New Jerusalem. There will be no prostitutes. There is
no TV or radio.
There will be no prisons or military weapons there - swords melted
down into ploughshares. There are no multimillion inhabitant Nation
States. There will be no gays or lesbians - you'll be back in the
closet. You learn new things in Hell that you wouldn't know
otherwise. I'm referring to the pedophile Catholic Priests. It
turns out that they weren't making much of a sacrifice, since they
didn't want to be with a woman in the first place. They are dead fairies like me and
will be acceptable as long as celibate. The women will
all look plain in the New Jerusalem. They'll wear no makeup. What
do you find when you go to a maternity ward? You'll find that the
number of boys and the number of girls is roughly 50/50. That is,
there is one boy for every girl. This means that for every man there
must be one woman only, and vice versa. The story is only one per
customer.
.
.
Maternity
Ward Babies About 50/50 Girls and Boys (Pink and Blue)
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Now back to the Book of Life (I open
it). Because the Tree of Life says that no one ever puts it in,
there should be no names in the Book at all except virgins and those
who are chaste. But I'm a merciful God (Lord have mercy!), and have made the decision
to include the names of those who have been loyal to their spouses.
There are no other names in the Book! The Book is very small indeed
compared to the total population. If you are a Christian and have
served the Lord all your life, I love you, but whether you name is
recorded in the Book of Life is solely determined by what you did in the
bedroom. Nothing else matters about you.
I am a functionally castrated/emasculated man. I have a completely useless appendage below my belt,
just like
someone 2000 years ago (junkless). The Darwin Awards 'commemorate those who improve our gene pool by removing
themselves from it. The next generation is descended from one fewer idiot.' 'The conferrers of the Darwin
Awards will have about seven and a half billion certificates printed up soon, or maybe just one big one for
the species as a whole.' Of course, Jesus qualifies for this medal! The worst heresy you could ever utter
about Jesus
was that he had been with a woman, such as the case of 'The Da Vinci
Code.' I am castrated ('junkless'), and I am here to castrate you! As Jesus said,
'There are eunuchs, which have made themselves eunuchs for the
Kingdom of heaven's sake.' The thing to notice about Jesus in not
his marvelous teachings. What you need to notice is that he wasn't
getting laid - he was a 'eunuch'. The wording of Jesus' saying
implies that Jesus could easily been with a woman - all the
hydraulics were in place. I cannot possibly be with a woman,
although my plumbing is in excellent working order (ghosts can't do
it). I sometimes got a sympathetic shoulder to cry on from women but
nothing else from them.
I'm the Razor Boy! I'm a Fairy Blighter! I'm a Ripper! I'm a Castrator!
'♪
Will you still have a song to sing
When the razor boy comes
And take your fancy things away
Will you still be singing it
On that cold and windy day'
(Steely Dan)
'♪
So let me introduce to
you
(Beatles)
The one and only Billy Shears
(I'm a Castrator!)
And Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.'
(Pepper - spice; lonely hearts)
I don't really want to stop the show
But I thought that you might like to know
That the singer's going to sing a song
And he wants you all to sing along. (when I conduct my Dawn
Chorus at the Resurrection of the Dead)
As prophesed in the Book of Revelation, all the secrets have been progressively revealed and profaned
(made public). 'Many of the formerly secret traditions are making their knowledge public.' In 'the time of the end: many shall run to and fro, and knowledge shall be
increased.' The terminology there was in terms of sequences of seven - seven trumpets, vials, etc.
Brown says, (note: many quotes by or about Brown are colored brown to help distinguish them from my
contribution)
'I sometimes think I see that civilizations originate in the disclosure of some mystery, some secret; and
expand with the progressive publication of their secret; and end in exhaustion when there is no longer any
secret, when the mystery has been divulged, that is to say, profaned.' This profanation was
accomplished by means of television (which I discuss extensively below). The very last and darkest secret to
be revealed was that of Jesus himself – the fact that he wasn't getting laid, and why he wasn't.
With respect to myself, the bottom line is I'm a man. I look
around and see you devils here in Hell (again, pointing to all
the audience members). I refuse to bring a poor innocent child here
into Hell. By definition, anyone who would father a child here is a
devil. There should be zero children on this planet! Every child is
by definition is the spawn of one of you devils. As Jesus prophesied, 'For, behold,
the days are surely coming when
they will say, 'Blessed are the barren, and
the wombs that never bore, and the breasts that never nursed.' Also, 'woe unto them that are with child, and to them that give suck .' Manhood
means knowing when not to put it in. 'After us, the Deluge,' said Mme. de Pompadour before the fall of
France. The breadless sans-culottes in Paris rioted when she replied, 'Let them eat cake!' You know come
Hell or High Water (the Flood) as the saying goes (both literally true now with the second worldwide Deluge I
sent), you'll for sure put it in. Since the beginning of recorded time every generation has had its outspoken
critics who try to claim that the next generation is "going to hell in a hand basket." But you have in fact
gone to Hell in a handbasket! Worldwide Deluge = Noah's Flood = Floodgates of Heaven I open to drown the
planet in my (God's) slime - My (God's) Deadly Blessing! As they say, 'God (me) rains on the just and the
unjust alike.' But with the crisis upcoming - the
Great Tribulation – this is an excellent time not to put it in. Here at the End Time, Jesus' prophesy
is being fulfilled: 'in the resurrection of the dead (which is
you!) they will neither marry or be given in marriage, but will be as the angels of God in heaven.'
But even though the Angel's Warning Trumpets have blown repeatedly for decades, most seem to be willfully
'hard of hearing' and mindlessly continue to copulate, especially among the native populations (business as
usual).
Poor Pope Benedict! He has urged us
in the West to have more babies since the population is falling. Quoting a conspiracy site, 'you have people
like the Pope who go around the world preaching that birth control such as condoms and contraceptives is
against God's will. This is a moronic statement if there ever was one. Because of people like the Pope there
will now be a great culling.'
Children are a liability instead of an asset here in Hell, what with
college tuition, etc., which everyone is getting hip to. 'in the
resurrection of the dead (which is you!) they will neither marry or be given in marriage, but will be
as the angels of God in heaven.' 'A society that has no children has no future.' Benedict is
in fact asking for more devils, when we already have billions, every
one of which is running around destroying my planet! The Catholic
doctrine of the sacredness of human life I agree with. But that only
applies to humans and does not apply to you devils here in Hell. Some 60,000 nuns
supported ObamaCare which includes abortion! Any
legitimate methods to remove you are urgently needed, including free
abortions/sterilizations, free contraceptives, free vasectomies etc. (thinning the herd). This is the most
severe emergency my planet has ever faced, and I have to remove
more billions above and beyond those I've already removed. I'm here
striking at the root of the problem - overpopulation. In the face of the 'problem' of falling population,
leaders in the West have opened the floodgates to allow all kinds of (mainly Muslim) flotsam and jetsam into
places where here they don't belong as 'replacements'. 'Europe is now openly referred to as Eurabia.' A
report stated 'Fifteen European countries now fill more coffins than cradles.' An example is the massive
influx of Muslims from North Africa and below to France, where they set about rioting and burning out of
gratitude. 'The invasion is taking place as much in the maternity wards as it is along our porous borders,
with a highly technologized, but dehumanized society inundated of Europe by non-white swarms.' They are a
clear and present danger. I'm sounding the alarm! 'America is now various flotsam from the sewers of the
world, “American Hellholes,” dissolving into post-industrial warzones.'
I personally have never set foot in a
Catholic church. In fact, except for funerals, I haven't set foot
in
any church since my teens. You don't have to go to church, now
that I'm here in person, as John of Patmos had said. Feel free to
go, however, even though there is no external, transcendent God to pray to. But eventually there'll be no
churches (in the New
Jerusalem). You don't need any churches, as you have me, the light
of the world (light = slime spewer), standing here in person. Like Jesus, I'm not
interested in establishing a new Church or religion. 'Christ' (as opposed to the real Jesus, who wasn't
interested in founding a Church) emerged from the “fervid imagination” of Paul, the rabid ideologue.' Jesus
would be
disgusted if he could see what has become of Christianity! The question of whether gays can be ordained would
only come up here in
Hell. It is a scientifically proven fact that when a group of
people pray, that good things happen. My father was a fundamentalist baptist preacher, me
being a son of a preacher man. '♪
The only one who could ever reach me|Was the son of a preacher
man.' (Dusty Springfield). I used to love watching my father get
inspired by the Holy Ghost. He was one of the sweetest men I've ever
known. He was upset when I informed him that I was an atheist. I
didn't have the courage to tell him that I was also God, destined to
be standing here the King of the World!
Why would I go to
church? I don't need to be told about what I have below my belt! I
know all about it. My member is just regular size in case you're
interested. 'It's not the size that matters, it's how you use it.' You spend billions constructing nuclear
weapons. But
what I have below my belt is more powerful than a hundred
thermonuclear weapons! 'Brighter than a thousand suns!'
According to Brown, (note: many quotes by or about Brown are colored brown to help distinguish them from my
contribution)'The phallus is so closely identified with magic in Roman religion that the
word fascinum meaning 'enchantment', 'witchcraft' (cf. fascinate), is one of the standard Latin terms for the
phallus.' My magic wand fascinates = hypnotizes = turns the dolls to stone! It soothes and pacifies
them.
Leonardo Da Vinci 'Creation of Adam' Finger of God (unconsciously drop of sperm)
'E.T.' Finger (unconsciously light equals drop of sperm)
'E.T.' Finger (unconsciously light equals drop of sperm) Boy Fascinated by Phallus (Boy Frozen
into Rigid Stone Statue By 'Magic Wand') Brown says, 'to be 'turned to stone' by the
sight of something means to be fascinated by it. The child is stiff – but the rigidity is also the erection
of his penis. The child is petrified.'
Hypnotized (Frozen into Rigid Stone Statue)
There are no churches in the New
Jerusalem. There is no worship, there are no Christians. There are
no Muslims, there are no Buddhists. There is no religion. There is
only one 'religion'. It is only her! It is only her!
There is no religion but her! She absolutely is incapable of
getting it no matter how hard she tries. According to Joyce, 'She, she, she! But on what do you again
leer? I am
not leering. I pink your pardon. I am highly sheshe sheserious.' Understand I'm referring to women as
a group collectively, not a single woman.
How indeed do we men get her under control? That is the only
question. By asking it I bring this world to an end, and the New
World - the New Jerusalem - begins! The Law, all the prophets, the only religion there ever was
or ever will be (and the reason we're in Hell): at all costs, all the women must
be kept asleep and dreaming, in other words under our hypnotic spell!
Excerpts from the band Madness
(dig the name) song: 'The Wizard' (dig the title):
'♪
I can read what’s going through your mind
I can see what you hide in your eyes
Yes I'm going to put a spell on you
Just to see exactly what you'll do
I'm a sinner and my friend you'd best beware
There's magic everywhere
- - -
One must forgive the noisy rushing fools
Who have no time for nature's natural schools
They cannot see the life that's in their hand
Like ghosts they disappear across the land
'
The Magical Underpinnings of Reality: the magical aspect is only obvious in the Magic Land or Spirit World -
"another world" dimension parallel to the mundane world, but is no less important to the natural world.'
There's magic everywhere.' Norman O. Brown said the same thing: 'magic and madness are
everywhere', including everyday life here in Hell. Brown says, 'Hierophanies
everywhere -. Every book a bible. - - The power which makes all things new is magic. What our time needs is
mystery; What our time needs is magic.' Signs from the Collective Unconscious (subliminal messages)
are right in front of you on the TV screen, compliments of the Hollywood fairies if you discern them.
Hollywood has been implanting a meme, in the cultural consciousness, of dire apocalyptic things happening.
Hollywood's wares seduce us to take its free fairy ride straight to Hell. Hollywood has been spoon-
feeding/throwing out signs/leaving clues/lead by the nose/leading down the garden path to my Fairy Dump
knowing in advance the final fatal destination ('We are being played!' - the final nail in the coffin! - by
the Hollywood fairies). Jesus sighed and complained, 'Why does this
generation seek after a sign? truly I say to you, There shall no sign be given to this generation. '
because his audience didn't have the benefit of a TV screen. Again, Jesus instructs us, 'Seek and ye shall find.'
'♪
I knew she was a feline
She moved with ease and grace
Her green eyes they held mystery (And upon her forehead was a
name written, MYSTERY, BABYLON THE GREAT, THE MOTHER OF HARLOTS AND ABOMINATIONS OF THE EARTH.)
The European female she is here
The European female's here
We'll be together for a thousand years
And do you really fear
That you might fall
I saw her in the Strasse
And in the Rue as well
Pursued her in the high street
She had me in her spell'
(The Stranglers – note the name)
'♪
Black velvet and that little boy's smile
(= boy hot for Mommy!)
Black velvet with that
slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees
Black velvet if you please'
(Alannah Myles)
There is only her!
But actually it is more complicated than that. The problem is me
and her. Because of what I am (mad), we both are absolutely
incompatible. Somehow many mad people do end up getting laid, but in
nearly all cases it comes out badly. It is always a bad idea for
such people to get laid. It's just that every single day, certain men and women are born dead. It's nothing
new. This is the way the world was planned from it's foundation. '♪
That's the way God planned it', according to the Billy Preston
rock lyric. '♪
Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book' (Elvis Costello).
And, '♪ I wonder wonder who,
Who wrote the book of love' (Monotones). I was born dead, and I knew because of that for sure that
I must not get laid.
'♪
Sitting on a park bench
eyeing little girls
with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck
spitting out pieces of his broken luck'.
(Jethro Tull)
All of us dead are here for a reason. '♪ The night has a thousand eyes.' We're all here to Watch, all
of us being Watchers. Who do we Watch? We Watch her! We scanners keep the dolls in our mind's
eye as targets to knock over! Our sole reason for being is to keep her asleep and dreaming. This is the sole
responsibility all of us Angels of the Lord are charged with. And here in Hell, we have failed miserably in
our job, not surprisingly. Mad people usually have a rigid sexual morality and are mostly quiet and shy. But
sexual immorality in others can trigger violent retaliation from us, especially the criminally insane, because
it wakes women up!
All the Magic that ever was, White or Black, arises out of what goes on between man and woman.
Love makes the world go round. 'History is made at night.' 'History is made in bed.' The only
Heaven there ever was is what happens in the bedroom – sparks fly and fireworks shoot (= ejaculations of
sperm). It's something those in relationships so easily take for granted. Only the lonelyhearts and dead of
the world, such as I, learn how important love is to the happiness of everyone. '♪
Owner of a lonely heart' (by 'Yes'). We Angels are incapable
of human love. I emphasize pure lust in this address to make a point, but the Magic really begins with
romantic love and higher. '♪
Do you believe in magic in a young girl's
heart.' Romantic love is a (fairly recent - in the age of the Troubadours) Western invention. Marsha
Schuchard uncovered censored archives in 'William Blake's Sexual Path to Spiritual Vision' to show he found
sexualized spirituality to be the gateway to his radical, weird, esoteric and apocalyptic view of the Higher
Realms/Astral Plane. 'For double the vision my Eyes do see/And a double vision is always with me,' (visionary
seer William Blake, said by many to be mad.) 'And it shall come to pass in the
last days, says God, that I will pour out of My Spirit on all flesh; your sons and your daughters shall
prophesy, your young men shall see visions, your old men shall dream dreams', quoted by Brown. Jesus
warned, 'whoever blasphemes against the Holy Spirit will never be
forgiven.'
I'm a weird Holy Man. I'm 'Back in Black' (clerical garb)
over the dolls as with rockers AC/DC. I roll boulders down on mankind from above that dares to scale (storm
Heaven) my mountaintop dwelling (sit on top of Holy Mountain as King of the World = rain down slime from my
Gliding Fairy Boat/Death Star/Heavenly Throne Perch). I'm tired of you noisy, rebellious humans and drop
'rocks' (slimeballs) down on your head from above (my Death Star!)
'♪
"Come on home, girl" he said with a smile
"
I cast my spell of love on you, a woman from a child!
But try to understand, try to understand, oh... oh....
Try try to understand
Try try try to understand
He's a magic man!" oh yeah'
(Heart)
'♪
My mother told me good
My mother told me strong.
She said "be true to yourself
And you can't go wrong."
"But there's just one thing
That you must understand."
"You can fool with your brother -
But don't mess with a missionary man." -
Well the missionary man
He's got God on his side.
He's got the saints and apostles
Backin' up from behind.
Black eyed looks from those Bible books.
He's a man with a mission
Got a serious mind.
There was a woman in the jungle
And a monkey on a tree.
The missionary man he was followin' me.
He said "stop what you're doing."
"Get down upon your knees."
"I've got a message for you that you better
believe."
(Eurythmics)
I'm the Music Man here to teach you My Heavenly Music Of The Spheres. I'm here to get your mind out of the
gutter! Dwelling on sex ain't good for ya! I'm the perfect example of what that'll do to you! You'll be
soorry! Wash your mouth out with soap! Also, stay out of the pool halls. Those are tough guys, plus you
might become one of them!
'♪
Ya got trouble,
Right here in River city!
With a capital "T"
And that rhymes with "P"
And that stands for Pool.
We've surely got trouble!
Right here in River City!'
'♪ This dark hour of midnight
nearing
And tribulation time will come
The storms will hurl in midnight fear
And sweep lost millions to their doom' (Carter Family)
'♪ One of these days, 'bout twelve
o'clock (the Midnight Hour as we collectively descend to Hell)
Let your light from the lighthouse shine on me, (my rain of slime)
This ol' world gonna reel and rock
Let your light from the lighthouse shine on me'
I am the way, the truth and the
life. I am the light of the world (light = slime spewer). Norman O. Brown in CLOSING TIME quotes Joyce in
the WAKE: 'Lights, pageboy, lights!' (light = slime spewer) I'm that
pageboy come to turn on the bright houselights in the darkened
theater (light = slime spewer). Joyce also says, 'waiting to stop the show, waiting to
bring the house down.' That's my mission here. Again, Joyce, 'It is just, it's just about to, it's just
about to rolywholyover.' I'm come to lead a New Exodus to the New Jerusalem. Moses said to Pharoah,
'Let my people go!'
I am the light of the world (light = slime spewer),
and I don't hide my
light under a bushel. I'm on call 24/7, and lo, I am with you
always. I'll be the centerpiece of the New Jerusalem. I am an
inexhaustible everflowing fountain of the River of the Waters of
Life, a waving phallic Fire Hose/Water Cannon spewing slime, as promised by John of Patmos and Reich's Orgone.
I possess the universal elixir
that will cure whatever ails you. All you have to do is get down on you
knees and say “Lord, let me have it!” And I never
withhold! I'll pull it right out! Little boys (me) say, 'I'll show you mine, if you'll show me yours.' When
we 'angels spread our wings', it means I'll pull it out! I'll sprinkle you with holy
water. I'll slime you right between the eyes. 'Touched by an Angel'. I'll touch you in the
head with a drop of sperm (pixie dust or fairy dust), and you will go away shouting - My (God's) Deadly
Blessing! We call
someone 'touched in the head' when they're a little off.
I am here to castrate you. I'm here
to clean your clock. The reason is a surprise. What was the first
animal we domesticated? Was it the dog? No! Was it the
horse? No! It was her! It's all about Eve! This was back in caveman, prehistoric Stone Age
days, and also at the close of the last cycle as Western Civilization began.
Then she was precisely as she has become again here in Hell: slutty,
mangy, sleeping around so much that no man knew whose child was
whose. It was and is total chaos and anarchy. The same thing
occurred in Sodom and Gomorrah, and I blew it to smithereens (I'm a walking timebomb)! 'the LORD rained on Sodom and on Gomorrah brimstone and fire. And he overthrew those
cities, and all the plain, and all the inhabitants of the cities.' (my rain of slime down
from my Heavenly Throne Perch). It's
same thing here in Hell, and again I blew it to smithereens! She has
once again become the fiercest jungle creature to walk the face of
the planet. She has become a complete maneater! This is jungle lion
taming – cracking the whip. It is horse whispering – putting her under a spell. This is cowboy
bronc busting –
hop on her back and grab the reins. '♪ Back in the saddle again' (Gene Autry). She bucks and snorts
until she
wears herself out. Then she starts to take direction and heeds the
reins. A woman is not delicate. She is built to take it - she can
take on an entire football squad and be ready for more. It
ultimately means very little to her.
'♪
Well I was up on Stony Ridge after this chestnut mare
I'd been chasin' her for weeks
Oh, I'd catch a glimpse of her every once in a while
Takin' her meal, or bathin
A fine lady
This one day I happened to be real close to her
I saw her standin' over there
So I snuck up to her nice and easy
And I got my rope out
And I flung it in the air
Well I got her, and I'm pullin' on her,
she's pullin' back
like a mule goin' up a ladder
I take this chance and I jump up on her
Damned if I don't land right on top of her
Well she takes off, runnin' up on to that ridge
Higher than I've ever been before
She's runnin' along just fine, till she stops
Something spooked her
It's a sidewinder, all coiled and ready to
strike
(phallic)
She doesn't know what to do for a second
But then she jumps off the edge
Me holding on
Above the clouds
Higher than eagles were gliding
Suspended in the sky - -
I'm gonna' catch that horse if I can
And when I do I'll give her my brand
And we'll be friends for life
She'll be just like a wife
I'm gonna' catch that horse if I can -
And we were falling down this crevice, about a mile down there (Crash Test Dummy
over the cliff!)
(The Byrds)
'♪
Under my thumb
The squirmin' dog who's just had her day
Under my thumb
A girl who has just changed her ways
Under my thumb
A siamese cat of a girl
Under my thumb
She's the sweetest, hmmm, pet in the world' (the Rolling Stones )
'♪
She`ll only come out at night,
the lean and hungry type
Nothing is new I`ve seen her here before…Watching and waiting
Ooh, she`s sitting with you but her eyes are on the door
So many have paid to see what you think you`re getting for free
The woman is wild, a she-cat tamed by the purr of a jaguar
Money`s the matter, if you`re in it for love, you ain`t gonna get too far
(Oh oh, here she comes) watch out boy,
(she'll suck you down her rabbit hole/slippery
chute/hatch/honeypot/mantrap/sinkhole/manhole to Hell!)
(Oh oh, here she comes) watch out boy, she`ll chew you up
(Oh oh, here she comes) she`s a maneater
I wouldn`t if I were you, I know what she can do
She`s deadly, man, she could really rip your world apart
Mind over matter, ooh, the beauty is there, but a beast is in the heart'
(Hall and Oates)
Woman is a gatekeeper. She determines
which people walk on the planet in the next generation. That is a
very important function. But her function can be interfered with.
And the very definition of Hell is that the wrong men get inside, thereby
breeding devils, demons, and monsters. She's reluctant to put out
for every Tom, Dick and Harry, but when messed with, will do so. The
only way to tame her we learned in ancient days is to stay
away from her. She must be made to understand that she doesn't get
your seed unless she agrees to cooperate and be your handmaid, your
helpmate. She must understand that she is here to make your life
better, not more painful.
So now receive the Great White Throne
Judgment from the Lord:
For what you did in the bedroom, you
are the damned! (raising my arm straight up over my head). Repeat:
you are the damned!
Receive your Sentence from the Lord:
For what you did in the bedroom, the
sentence is death! (raising my arm straight up over my head). The wages of sin are
death!
Physical death - corpses laying on the ground death!
The preceding was the Great White
Throne Judgment of the Dead. It didn't take very long, did it?
THE TABOO
Return to Topics
We have completed the main business of
the evening.
But I have a number of other things to discuss. The
first is the taboo, the one that must never be violated. By
breaking it, you went straight down the wide road to Hell. 'Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.' But
even as a Fool, I know better than to go there. 'Abandon hope, all ye who enter here,' is the inscription on
the entrance to Hell (Dante's 'Inferno'). 'Here, There Be Dragons.' 'Those who dance with the Devil are
bound to get scorched.' By the
way, Joyce had no doubt that he was in Hell. As he says in the WAKE,
'tell Hell's well.' This taboo is so fundamental that it is not
written down in any religious text anywhere, so far as I know. It is the Unwritten Law. It is
absolutely forbidden.
It is:
Women can see. Right? They have
eyes. Don't you agree? So what do women see? They can see which
women get on top. So which women do get on top? If you're a doll,
if you're a hot babe, you'll be welcome everywhere you go, doors will
swing open, you'll always get a smile. You've got it made. So tell
me what's going to happen over time if you don't keep the women
absolutely asleep. They're are all going to start turning into
dolls! 'Females compete to mate at the top, males to get to the top.' So, 'hordes of besotted young women
chase alphas in bars,' (hunks) leaving 'large numbers of betas males without mates at all—just as it is in
baboon packs.'
'♪
There might have been things I missed
But don't be unkind
It don't mean I'm blind
Maybe I might have changed
And not been so cruel
Not been such a fool
You see it's all clear
You were meant to be here (the Whore of
Babylon – the Dolls)
From the beginning' (from the very
beginning of civilization!) (Emerson, Lake & Palmer)
Far Out Space Cadet (Me) - Your Work May Be Mindless, But At Home You're A Rocket
Scientist
Hypnotic Spiral Eyes (Me)
'Look for a maniacal "smirk
on the face" and a "paranoid headlights stare" (a million miles away - not of this earth) with swirling,
bulging windshield wiper eyes. People who are paranoid or delusional with their wild-eyed cackle
subconsciously signal others to stay away.'
Let me prove to you that I am a Space Alien – a far out Space Cadet Propeller Head: that
I don't think like you (my finger pointing to my head and circling to
indicate I'm crazy/bonkers/kooky/whacko - a deranged, demented imbecile ). What's your opinion of the
situation here?
Everywhere you look, as far as the eye can see, you see dolls and hot
babes (bombshells/sexpots/bimbos). 'Girls lean back everywhere.' Pretty maids all in a row! It's a
Dollhouse! It's a Candy Store! You say 'bring 'em on, the more the merrier.' Right? And I'm
telling you that the more dolls you got the deeper you are in Hell.
And we couldn't be more deeper in Hell. They couldn't look any
finer. We have grannies who are hot here in Hell.
You're too hot, baby! (pointing at the
camera). You're busted! You're too sexy! You're under arrest!
I look at you, and I come in my pants! I order you to walk the plank, baby!
Gentlemen, we are getting badly pussy whipped by these dolls! They
are stomping us all over. It's such an awful feeling.
The women here carve and sculpt their bodies
into blinking neon signs/honeypots
with the unmistakable message: 'I want a seed!' This is literally
the case with plastic surgery, where they pump up their breasts and
butts. The're dolling themselves up. Brown comments 'the body is a historical variable;
as plastic. 'Man Makes Himself' (we are artificial creatures of our own making) (quoting Marxist
archaeologist Gordon Childe)'. '♪ Just what you want to be, you will
be in the end' (Moody Blues). Surprisingly though, if you
tell them they're looking good, they get offended. '♪ I thought love was only true in fairy
tales - - Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer.' Take that Dollface/Cutie Pie! Feminists vilify
this as the Gaze. In this regard, for animals, the male displays his fitness and the female makes the choice.
In the case of humans, the female displays herself, offering herself to the male Gaze; then the male proceeds
to active display of seduction (singing, talking, whispering sweet nothings). In addition to 'On the Origin
of Species,' Charles Darwin's other major scientific work 'The Descent of Man, and Selection in Relation to
Sex' examines "apparently non-adaptive features such as beautiful male plumage or large antlers with which to
woo the females, in contrast with the 'drab' peahen's coloration." He notes “we behold a male bird
elaborately displaying his graceful plumes or splendid colors before the female.” For animals, female
preference drives the evolution of male gaudiness, where the males butt heads, lock antlers, build bowers or
otherwise compete for female attention ('Winner Take All'). This state of affairs is upside down for humans
as compared with the rest of the animals, and the reason we're in Hell (where the dolls call the shots). The
world is precisely 180 degrees upside down - topsy turvy. Hell is an inverted world.
Robert H. Frank's 'The Darwin Economy: Liberty, Competition, and the Common Good' and his earlier 'The
Winner-Take-All Society', plus the related 'Winner-Take-All Politics: How Washington Made the Rich Richer--
and Turned Its Back on the Middle Class' by Hacker and Pierson, deal with the concentration of wealth and
extreme polarization. This is the rebirth of Social Darwinism (criticized by Obama in a Leftist attack): 'the
strongest or fittest should survive and flourish in society, while the weak and unfit should be allowed to
die,' from Herbert Spencer, an elitist for whom "might makes right" which he used to to justify Colonialism,
Imperialism, and other intrusive exploits of plunder, the "White Man's Burden." 'Economic competition leads
to "arms races," encouraging behaviors that cause enormous harm to the group.' Frank argues we have the
ability to tame the Darwin economy, that we can domesticate our Wild, Wild West economy. Anthropologist
Christopher Boehm argues, as does Freud, that 'the egalitarianism of hunting and gathering societies, and,
insofar as we can use them as a model, of what early human band society looked like, was not the result simply
of a peaceable and friendly disposition, but a compromise agreement that, in Boehm’s formulation, was a
literal and dramatic reversal of the dominance hierarchy. Instead of there being a single alpha who dominates
a group of subordinates who show deference all the while they are cautiously biding their time and waiting for
an opportunity to climb up in the hierarchy, there is in a human band society a community of horizontally
equivalent members who collectively, under the banner of a moral ideology opposed to self assertion, are able
to dominate any would-be (psychopathic) alpha who puts himself forward.' (Primitive Communism). (See more on
the very important Boehm below.)
The Renaissance revived the Greek homoerotic
sculptures of the Olympic athletes, reappearing in Fascist and Nazi images or with men bodybuilders.
Hollywood has always been enamored with the Nazis and their stylishness. Looking at the Greek statues, you
eyes jump to the genitals. And, as Brown pleas, 'No more Greek revival.' We're
being culled already (by the Whore of Babylon)! I remove the hunks and the dolls! Remember, Brown was a
Professor of Classics who intensively studied theGreeks.
Criminally insane mad people (who happily are only a small part of all mad people) are notorious for attacking
beautiful women. This disease is so painful that it makes you on knife edge and potentially violent. Plus,
it makes you stupid and clumsy (rigid robotic movements = erection), and liable to harm ourselves or others by
accident (the Fool doing harm through ignorance). Brown's general description applies especially to us
psychotics, 'The natural man is self-centered or egocentric; everything he regards as real
he also regards as outside himself; everything he takes 'in' immediately become unreal and 'spectral.' He
tries to become an armored crustacean alert for attack or defense; the price of selfishness is eternal
vigilance. This kind of Argus-eyed tenseness proceeds from the sealed prison of consciousness which visionary
seer Blake calls 'opaque.'.' Brown didn't sufficiently emphasize the downside of the polymorphous
perversity of infants – it leaves you stupid and in continuous pain. Schizophrenics create their own
idiosyncratic ersatz cognitive maps. As the rock song goes, '♪ What a fool believes/ No wise man has
the power to reason away'. They hold 'weird, insane' beliefs explaining all the complexities of social
life as a result of hidden conspiracy (paranoia). 'Schizophrenia is an ego so out of control it is
creating its own reality. Psychosis is the loss of the protective ego. Self-reported openness to experience
is in fact related to reduced latent inhibition.' When your Third Eye is open, you're unstable and
vulnerable and ripe for paranoia. The link between psychic ability, schizophrenia and psychosis: 'The Third
eye: highly sensitive people (Problem or Spiritual Gift?) receive heightened sensory input and can easily get
overloaded by too much stimulation. if you get other people's energy coming into your system, it can cause all
kinds of problems. You may feel intensely emotional, but with emotions that are not yours. (collective).' 'It
is as if we have all become psychic with all thoughts interpenetrating creating a global schizophrenia.'
'Everything is illuminated.' (Opening the Third Eye to become a seer): 'Giving a mundane person super powers
or just enhancing their normal abilities results in the test subject going uncontrollably berserk as a side-
effect.' For 'Angel in Armor: a Post-Freudian Perspective on the Nature of Man' (Ernest Becker), "man's
strivings" are always in a "defensive crouch" living inside his own "protective ego covering, " a self-made
shell (cocoon) built of fear, a (national security) ego fortress (Blake), a protective ego bubble or
protective Ego-sphere as it were, that both insulates him from his world and at the same time robs that world
of all but "fetishized" and empty collateral meanings. Eckhart Tolle echoes Blake on ego armor, 'think about
ego as a protective heavy shell, such as the kind some animals have, like a big beetle. This protective shell
works like armor to cut you off from other people and the outside world. The shell is a sense of separation:
Here's me and there's the rest of the universe and other people. The ego likes to emphasize the "otherness" of
others.' In the final analysis, the world man has created for himself, in many ways is but a "spin-off' from
his internal fears (his angels in armor) that he spends most of his waking hours over-protecting.' 'Only
because it buys time do we develop a strong and protective ego. This is the early stage in the soul's
evolution, until such time when the soul hatches out of its protective shell, which is the ego, into a new
world in which there is incomparable beauty' (the Ascension when we can join as co-creators of a New World).
'Conscious Evolution/New Thought is an over-a-century-old initiative to reframe Christianity around the
recognition that God is within us. With Conscious Evolution, humans have the potential of being cocreators
with Spirit.' “Gods Inside” Michael R. Rose on the Darwinian unconscious which orchestrates our behavior
to Darwinian ends.' 'Religious feelings and actions arise from our unconscious and our culture, not
from contact with any supernatural entity. 'There is something special in hominids' evolution that led to
the development of religious experience. Sociopaths do not have what is called a conscience in everyday
English. They lack a profound connection to their god(s). Our conscious minds are like the pilot on the
bridge of a ship. But the pilot is not in command. The pilot takes orders from the captain. We are not in fact
free to choose the meaning of our lives. Religions reconcile our experience of gods with our rational
suspicion that they are absurd. Religion is an intercession between our consciousness and our godly
unconscious controller. Gods are neither fictional nor materially powerful; we must live with the fact that
they dwell within us and help define our lives.'
'Traits of highly sensitive people: 1. transpersonal perceptions: deja vu, synchronicity, telepathy,
precognition, psychic dream and clairvoyance. 2. transpersonal influence: psychic healing, psychokinesis and
electrical psychokinesis, and transpersonal manifestation of mind: contact with spirit guides, out-of-body
experiences, past-life recall, apparition, mediumistic episode, UFO sighting, near death experience, spirit
possessions, and alien contact. ' Anomalously Sensitive Person is subject to altered states of consciousness
and experiences such things as alien encounters, Extra-Sensory Perception (ESP), Out-Of-Body Experiences
(OBE), past lives, Psychokinesis (PK), and trance channeling.'
'Trance logic: “the ability of a hypnotized
person to tolerate the existence of inconsistent perceptions or ideas. "The inconsistent perceptions are not
kept isolated but appear in juxtaposition . . The essence of this phenomenon seems to be the suspension of
critical thinking." Closely related is enchantment: 'a psychological state induced by (or as if induced by) a
magical incantation.'
Jack the Ripper saw all the whores of London, and appointed himself policeman. He saw the women as an
eyesore, and he was cleaning up the streets! I don't need a knife like Norman Bates of 'Psycho', who was a
swishing incestuous Mother-fixated dead fairy. In steet lingo, this is 'mofo' = mother f***er. My Murder
Weapon's below my belt!
'Psycho' Mother Fixated Knife-Wielding (Castrating) Swishing
Cross-Dressing Dead Fairy
Brown saw, 'Our sexual inversions are symptoms of our having only part rather than the whole - - sado-
maschochism, transvestitism, onanism, homosexuality - - are all attempts to regain the primordial unity of the
combined object.' 'Symbolism is polymorphous perversity, the translation of all our senses into one another,
the interplay between the senses, the metaphor, the free translation. The separation of the senses, their
mutual isolation, is sensuality, is sexual organization, is bondage to the tyranny of one partial impulse,
leading to the absolute and exclusive concentration of the life of the body in the representative [that is,
divided] person..' Before there is gay or other sexual pervision, there is the most degenerate of all,
the 'MoFo' polymorphous perverse baby, where the entire body surface is eroticizeable. And later alien
abduction narratives with sexual probes, etc. are just suppressed memories of that stage, even though, as
Freud saw, these are usually just fantasies of events that never actually happened.
In the execrable, nauseating 'Saw' flicks, the Jigsaw
puppet (name means he sets out puzzles for his victims) wears a mask with swirling rainbow eyes (means empty
sockets + mad) and wheels around on a kiddy tricycle (clearly a dead fairy baby in the body of a man). Anyone
who gets their jollies from such fare (let alone actually do it) is one of Hell's high devils.
'Saw' Kiddie Trike Dead Fairy Doll
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