Friday, May 16, 2014

Eso’s Chronicles 345 / 4
Last Book of a Series
© Eso A.B.
All comments appearing within brackets [ ] are editorial in origin.


As I stated in the previous blog: “Death is the Mind going around disembodied.”

But as we learn from William Butler Yeats poem “Sailing to Byzantium”, such a state is not for everyone . Yeats (once out of nature) would not come back in bodily form, but as a gold mosaic of a wall or a bird on a golden bough who sings to the sages of Byzantium. Unfortunately, today there is no Byzantium, and there are no sages in Beijing, Moscow, Brussels, Washington, or anywhere else that I know of.

Why is it that Yeats chose to be a gold mosaic rather than living thing? As he said in another poem, “The Second Coming” , “mere anarchy is loosed upon the world”. He said this post-WW1. In my experience (post-WW2), this means that it is violent government that jealously eases the coo-coo bird out of its cradle and looses a blood-dimmed tide upon the world. My country is said to have 40,000 hunters in the wood. Life on Earth is entertained by an unending series of executions of nestlings and fawns, but leaves human-headed and lion-bodied oligarchs alive.

Yet before our era, Tibetan tutoring Lamas chose to seek and find their previous Dalais and persuade them to crawl back into the monastery’s cradle fourteen times in succession. It is only the XIVth Dalai Lama of today who—apparently under coercion by the Chinese government [with the “…head of a man, [and] a gaze blank and pitiless as the sun”] has had a ‘revelation’ and is ending his tutorship on reincarnation that began in 1357 (657 years ago).

What is even more disturbing is that the XIVth Dalai Lama is quitting serial life before the discovery of a quantum computer that proves to be more than ‘fantasies talk’ . As I understand it, a quantum computer is de facto in a quantum world and should record quantum events and prove if there is life in it or not. It would be significant advancement for humankind if it knew whether it is the Tibetan Dalai Lamas (who know better than the postmodern Chinese, the Europeans, Russians, or Americans, all with their cities of rubbish inhabited by short-sheeted transhumanized technologists) who prove to be the sages and worthies to inherit our planet.

I realize my earlier blog did not make clear where Death (supposing I knew what it is)—as a transhumanizing phenomenon within the biosphere—leads. Nevertheless, those who have been attentive may have guessed that my choice is for life in the wood, a Kingdom with no King, God in my head and not in the clouds, death as solace in tragedy and come an end to bodily life, and Yeats replacing Dante as my guide to Byzantium to meet its sages.
I thank all readers for having had the patience to bear with me. Herewith, vexed to a nightmare by government drones (and no angels in sight to soothe my old age), this series comes to a close. –16.V 2014


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