Saturday, February 16, 2019

King Cain
The Story Of Pre-Calendar Christianity
By © Eso Anton Vendamenc, 2019


Was there anything that Cain could do to remedy the disaster he had brought on himself? Could he disappear, then reappear and live his life all over again?

Cain hoped he could close the door to his memories. There were rumors that it could be done. In centuries past Do-gooders had come from the city and had done their best to scare the Devil out of memories of ‘pagans’* by scaring them to death with devices of torture and live fire. The very notion of death itself (of an absolute loss of memory) had been introduced by the Do-gooders. Symbols of their benevolent tyranny, such as clocks, were put in every house as a reminder how deadly life had been without them. To this day, no one can tell from the voice of the “cuck-coo” clock that time is as inevitable as it is deadly. Without the comforting words of the Do-gooders life was nothing but a deadly phenomenon.

*pagans—let us not forget that the meaning of the word derives from the word ‘gans’ (herder) as in the Hindu word Ganesh—herder elephant, aka God of Fortune.

Nevertheless, that had been at the beginning of time. Today the question is: How can memory be erased when governments think nothing of killing millions (it does not matter whether human or animal) just to remind everyone of just how cruel life is? The joy of killing was institutionalized by Hollywood. “Make my day!” ( ) became a phrase known by every American. The government of America put a gun to the head not only of its own people, but every man, woman, and child of the world. How can one forget that peace is brought by the Do-gooder government, and that it comes from the barrel of a gun?

Whenever anyone pointed out that so-called modernity had instituted a culture of death, the American Do-gooders pointed out that, no, their country had a culture of laws, of does and don’ts, and that the Jerusalem of the Palestinians was—after all—the capital city of the Israelis and Americans, both. Had not America moved its embassy from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem in anticipation of a peace that would last a thousand years?

By the time Cain began to pray to forget the past (not only that he had killed Abel, but also what had made him become a farmer), Nature was reduced to a fly buzzing in the barrel of a gun ( Exceptionalist America had renamed the Venezuela of Venezuelans as Benezuela for America.

Yet memory was a phenomenon that made it leak through the cracks of documents that had missed destruction. In the ashes of burnt books there remained scorched pages that intimated what the Do-gooders had wrought.
There appeared people who wondered why Christians were told that God, called ‘Father’, dwelt in ‘Heaven’, but were not told that God could not have come into being without a Mother Who dwelt in Materia*. Why was parthenogenesis forgotten? Was not the Sun and life on Earth an extension of one and the same? 
*Materia—the parthenogenetric womb as halfway house from seeming inanimate matter to animate life and consciousness. In our times Materia is no longer remembered due the environment of the city turning women into men-soldiers ( Women no longer thought of themselves as mothers, but as workers. Work was afoot to bring humans into the world by means of incubation in ‘biobags’ ( ). Lambs have already been raised this way. At this time only a dim memory of Nature in the wombs of some women keeps city governments from incubating babies en masse. It’s like snow on the roof during a thaw waiting for someone to slam the car door before it slides to the ground. Just so, if the women of New York have their way, men will no longer be necessary, and will be kept around as select museum pieces only.
Human manipulation of sexuality was noted already in ancient times. The Sanskrit word Aditya (आदित्य), a name that today represents solar deities, translates into Latvian (a language originating in Sanskrit) as ‘adītāya’ (feminine gender), meaning knitter, a word likely to have been associated with the activity of creation.
In past times, a young Latvian woman used to knit many dozens of mittens as part of her dowry. Though today the reason why mittens were gifts is lost (no Latvian linguist or anthropologist dares imagine or mention it), it is easy enough for an uninhibited imagination to see that before marriage mittens knit of lamb’s wool had been tools used to help the bride retain her chastity, i.e., she used the mittens (in Latvian: cimdi, chamdi = feelers-up) to catch the spill of her lover’s ardor. As a married woman, the bride no longer needed such go be tweens, and a gifts of mittens to the wedding guests was evidence that the bride was both virtuous and a virgin.
The portrait of King Cain that hung at the top of the stairs to the Great Ballroom (some called it War room because that is what it became in times of war) began to shed blood and tears.

“Please, God, let me live my life all over again!” the man in the portrait pleaded, “I have had enough of life hammered in gold and gold enameling”.

“Then listen to Me,” answered God. “There is a young woman you will meet. Her name will be Magdalene. You will be like father to her. Though you offer her your Kingdom and her knees fly over you, she will not bear you issue. That will be your forgetting.”


When Anna Comnena described the death of King Basil, she omitted mentioning his age. Was he a young man or was he an old man? No one knows—except perhaps the Shroud of Turin, which the Catholic Church claims to be the cloth that covered the body of Christ after Crucifixion.

Whoever the man (surely he was no punk rapping his name at the age of thirty-three), one cannot deny that the face impressed on the shroud may also be that of King Cain. The man’s solemn features give witness to the sorrows caused by his murder of his brother, the sacrifice of his daughter’s lamb to forget the murder, then dreams of sacrificing himself to right (at least in his mind) the murders he had committed.

In the year 1118 PC (Post-Christian era or there about), Cain (aka Basil the Bogomil) found himself in the middle of the hippodrome of Constantinople before a pit dug in the ground by the janissaries of emperor Alexis I. High flames, blown into the sky by the wind from a funnel, roared from the hole as they consumed the cedar logs that filled it. For three days the fire roared and impressed the city-zens of Constantinople. The trial of Basil Cain was to happen on the fourth day.

“Do you agree and confess, Basil,” shouted the emperor from his seat on the stage that had been built for him, “that I know more about God than you do?”

Basil took off the shawl that covered his head and whirled it in the air. He then threw the shawl into the rising flames. A whirlwind caused by the heat picked up the shawl, took it up into the sky, then let it drop into the branches of a nearby tree.

“Look, Emperor,” shouted Cain, “God has sent his angels to protect me! His sign is upon me. If you touch me, I will rise like that shawl and sit on God’s right hand side. It is not in the outhouse, great Emperor, that you will shit. You will shit in your pants!”

Emperor Alexis then motioned with his head to his body guards. These seized Cain by the scruff of his neck, and swung him into the flames.

A great moan was heard to rise from the onlookers. One man separated himself from the crowd, ran, and jumped into the pit after Basil. So great was the pain of the Bogomil witnesses that many attempted to follow suit.

The daughter of Emperor Alexis records the moment thus:
“There remained of (Basil) but a whirl of smoke.”

Anna does not mention the stranger who followed Basil into the fire, because he had a name she could not pronounce. The stranger was called Nanahuatl (or Nanahuatzin) and came from the land of the Aztecs.

Perhaps, the same moment was recorded by Matthew 3:16, when Matthew wrote (here redacted): “The heaven was opened, and [the witnesses] saw the Spirit of God descending like a dove, who caught the shawl in her beak and carried it into the clouds. A voice was heard say: “The clouds are the shrouds of my Sons, whom I love, and with who I am well pleased.”

The Bogomil woodsmen who had come to the hippodrome to commiserate with their King raised their voices and cried: “Allahluiah! Allahluiah!” wherewith they promised themselves that they would forever strive to imitate the one brave enough to become their God.

Saturday, February 9, 2019

King Cain
The Story Of Pre-Calendar Christianity
By © Eso Anton Vendamenc, 2019


One of the victims of the tortured New Testament is John the Baptist, who according to Matthew 3:2 (NIV) came from out of the wilderness, re: “John the Baptist came, preaching in the wilderness of Judea [?Ludea] and saying, “...repent, for the kingdom of heaven has come near.”

Did John not know that the Christian mafia of letters was about to rename the Jordan River for the river of death? For two thousand years the mafia of Christian theology has stuck to its ‘holy’ lie to better deny that it chased John from the church he was part of and built.

The story goes that John met Jesus on the banks of the Jordan River, where John was baptizing a demoralized crowd of government victims. Matthew records the event thus:

As soon as Jesus was baptized, he went up out of the water. At that moment heaven was opened, and he saw the Spirit of God descending like a dove* and alighting on him. And a voice from heaven said, “This is my Son, whom I love; with him I am well pleased.”

*The word ‘dove’ contains two consonants, re: D and V. According to Grimm’s Law, D and V may be exchanged for J and B. Several great rivers in Europe have names that begin with the sound of D: Donau (Danube), Daugava, Don. The same were once pronounced Jonau, Jaunava, Jon, which first syllables correspond to the name of Yan, the pagan herder (for more see below). Another unlikely coincidence is that ‘dove’ in Latvian (a language of Indo-European origin) is pronounced ‘duhja’. If we exchange the consonants, we get the name ‘j(y)uhda’. Furthermore, it is easy to convert ‘duhja’ to ‘duhda’, which means trumpet or horn. Does a dove’s cooing remind of one blowing one’s horn? Is this how those who marched around the walls of Jericho’-Jersika (see book of Joshua) bring down its walls? If we disengage from our attachment to linear thought and the violence of marching straight, and with the aid o pareidolia make a side step, we discover that the walls of Jericho were not brought down by trumpets, but by the cooing of doves. The ways of pareidolia are strange indeed. Who would have imagined that in America, the sound of trumpets ‘duhda’ would find reflection in the sound of a banjo—as in the song by Johnny Cash, re:‘Camptown Races Campdown Races *(Doo-Dah, Doo-Dah day)



Because the quote is set in print and was distributed to as many corners of the world as possible, St. John was dispossessed of the Godhood his forebears had blessed him with, and his kingdom was seized by the captors of Jesus John was also rechristened with the surname of ‘Baptist’. After the ‘baptism’ of Jesus, no one ever consulted John the Baptist on matters of faith again. In effect, the Globalist Church of the Empire liquidated John as a competitor.

The humiliation of John by Globalist theologians ought not surprise. It has a long history. It began with the replacement of the name of John with the name ‘pagan’.

Contrary to the insistence by orthodox dictionaries that ‘pagan’ is a word of Latin origin (re:...from Latin paganus, villager, rustic...), the word derives from a different source altogether.

‘Pagan’ is a meme constructed of two words: pa + gan; ‘pa’ is a prefix, which in some languages (Russian and Latvian) designates a decreasing, mitigating, lessening, or altering of the meaning of the root word. For example, in Latvian the word for ‘fa-got’ is ‘pa + gale’. ‘Gale’ is a word that stands for ‘end’. When prefixed by ‘pa’, ‘gale’ is transformed into the short end of a piece of wood. In the English language a well-known prefix is ‘un-’ as in un-happy, un-even or ‘bi’ as in bi-plane, bi-camera, be-tween, etc.

When it comes to ‘pagan’, the stem of which spells ‘gan’ or ‘gans’, the original meaning was ‘herder’. Due to shifts in consonant pronunciation, ‘gan’ was once pronounced ‘j(y)an’, as in ‘j(y)annisery’ (in Turkish), or ‘gendarme’ and ‘gentlemen’ (in English). Because herding animals was a universal activity by the people of the wood and plain, ‘gan’/ ‘jan’ became either an prefix or an postfix to innumerable words.

For example, the Hindu God Ganesh (he appears in the guise of an elephant, though he is light enough for a mouse to carry him; he symbolizes good fortune) was once used in the herding of animals. When stripped of academic obfuscations, ‘Ganesh’ means Lord—Gan or Jan—of a herd. It is known that once upon a time, the banks of the Ganges were the grazing lands for holy cows.

Incidentally, the name Jan has many male and female cognates: Dan, Hans, Huan, Ivan, Ian, Janis, Jean, John, Johann, Ganesh, Ghent, and Joan, Jane, Janet, Daina, Zhena, etc.


After Cain had made the sacrifice of his daughter’s lamb to God, God decided to give Cain a visit.

“What made you do that?” asked God. “Do you believe killing Abel, it was not murder, by simply claiming it to have been a sacrifice? Surely you know that I know you killed Abel because he was a herder and you are a farmer, and his goats were grazing on your oats. Did you not wish to take over his wood to make greater profit by farming?”

To which Cain answered: “It takes years before I can harvest a reindeer mother for the pelt of her soft underbellly, but it takes no time to cut down a wood and raise grain or beans. Is it not more profitable to raise soybeans than reindeer? I will get to the moon a thousand years before Abel. Surely, God, you will not begrudge me my success story.”

God had no answer to this display of cleverness and removed Himself from further discussion. Cain’s friends were exuberant. “We have outsmarted God! It is our, not His reality that rules!” they cried. “God is for the monkeys! We will make Cain our King!”

Though Cain had trumped God and was made King, the profitability of grain and soy beans was so great that it soon resulted in dissention among farmers. Every baron and lord of the manor wanted more land to raise more soybeans. Foresters wanted to replace forests with palm trees and make more palm oil. Palm fronds would pave the streets of every city and silence the crunch of wheels on cobble stones.

Desire for ‘progress’ for one and all quickly resulted in strife and war.

Because no war happens without license to loot and rape, some began to call ‘war’ a ‘ball’.

While farmers warred among themselves, the makers of arms grew rich, but the children of God and animals of the forest grew increasingly miserable.

“We wish to leave Earth,” cried the children, “Why must we live in a hellish place as this?” With no forests to hide in, deer were often trapped in headlights of cars and on the streets of cities. Rats grew the size of beavers and rats, what with fatbergs glutting city sewers, threatened to grow into dinosaurs.

Though the Devil had questioned God about the trustworthiness of Job, he now went a step further. The Devil challenged God not only over Job, but over children as well. Soon children were no longer praying to God, but to meet Extra-terrestrials.

Not only was God dead as one philosopher (Nietzsche) observed, but chaos became the norm. In cities song turned into rap. Without ever having learned how to grow potatoes or pick berries, or having seen a lamb conceived or born, ‘rappers’ began to call themselves ‘trannies’ (creatures conceived of the head and slid into existence by the tongue) and joined groups and parties known as ‘Cargo cults’. ‘Cargo’ or ‘Money’ became the name for the Christian God of the cities.

“We want government support,” cried Cargo worshippers. “We are Christians. We are city born. No one told us that the apple Eve gave Adam was mistletoe, which smells like apples because it grows on apple trees. Our mothers’ milk came ‘free’! Why is it that life is not for ‘free’?”

In freedom loving America, youths began to ask for ‘free’ education, knowing full well that freedom had been turned into a synonym for money, which enabled not only liberal fantasies, but exchanged wood for plastic and turned green into grey.

Wishing to remain in power and avoid another Bolshevik revolution, the Federal Bank of America printed money in ever greater denominations. Debt increased by hundreds of trillions of dollars; money could be borrowed at negative rates, because minus would turn into a plus without having to go through the eye of 0. Almost everyone believed Paradise was just around the corner.

Then—after magnetic nuclear bombs exploded over Beijing, New York City, London, the Tower of Babel fell silent, millions died, and the world was seized by a great panic. No extra-terrestrials came to the rescue.

Only then did Cain begin to understand what he was guilty of. Trouble was there was no one he could confess to: the power grid had no electricity, and neither God nor the Devil could receive emailed prayers.

Cain had become wealthy enough to have outdistanced Satan and God. What he did not realize was that on the other side of the ‘Dead End’ sign, lay a bottomless pit.