Wednesday, February 11, 2015

EC 488 A Hiermalgamated History
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A Brief History of Prehistory 6
Hieros Gamos means Holy Marriage, and ‘hiermalgamy’ means a forced unholy marriage by secular authorities of people to governments through the act of taxation or other violent and unnatural join-tings or divorces.
If Marija Gimbutiene, the renowned Lithuanian archeogist, is correct and the Balts original home was along the shores of the Dnieper River and its lowlands, it ought to be evident that autocephalic govRmnt stems from the life style of the Balts, for whom—a forest people— autocephaly was a way to insure independence of their small communities, help them keep their traditions their own, and as a collective assure itself continuity through the charisma of a sacrificial King. Unfortunately, their present governments and elites have lost all connection with projecting trust, let alone as an absolute.
A similar autocephaly existed among the Six Nations of American Indians, the Iroquois, that Jefferson took as an example for the American govRmnt, which today’s Imperial Washington violently and insultingly rejects. We hear nothing of govRmnt led by self-sacrificial men, because the govRmnt (committed to perceiving life as a dead-end that may arrive before our eyes at any time) denies itself ‘soul’, which in former times dwelt in the liver of God. But our civilization denies that God is Psyche, which we are told not to see as anything else than transparent air. But it is Psyche that projects charisma, which used to manifest itself through—cannibalism if that is what it takes to make soul real. The vulgar images that our govRmnnt propaganda projects make goveRmnt led by a king unimaginable—though our own vulgarity is hard to beat.
The gravity of a self-sacrificial King centres on the empathy he/she exudes and their autocephalic communities extract during orgiastic festivals, when on a given day of the year, the sacred King or Queen go to their death. Generally, this ‘given day’ occurred on Midsummer (day or eve), an astronomically significant day, because it is when the Sun is at its highest point in the sky or night when it is at its shortest. While today the idea of cannibalism issues from the religious perception that  divinity dwells in every aspect of nature, which spirit then animates everyone (male and female) with a spiritual erection (expressed by a word of endearing: kalado*: greening).  Such a divine-being was the Sacred King. Following his self-sacrifice, his liver (not his entire body) was eaten to partake in the divinity (God, too, must die to prove Himself equal to human courage). This tradition was taken over by hunters, who prized the liver of their victims, especially of a wild boar or stag.
When people lived in the wood, Midsummer’s Eve communicated its presence by fires lit and raised high either on mountain tops or made of a stork’s nest (or the imitation of one), raised on a pole. Arrows with torches of petrified but flaming amber attached to their tips were sent to ignite the underside of such a sun born of the night.
In the western part of Latvia (Kurland), the stork is still called ‘svetulis’. If the word were to be spelled with an ē, instead of an e, svētulis comes to mean ‘the holy one’. The reason it is written with a short e is because Catholic Christianity did not wish that St.-Orks nests were offered to the Sun (feminine gender) every Midsummer’s Eve, because that would keep the proto-Christian sacred tradition alive for too long. Instead, the Church taught that Sacred King John, came but once in all eternity, and changed his name from John (aka D’Ionysus) to Jesus (the latter from ‘ezel’, aka Jeze-bella (the mare of an ass). It is no accident that Jeze rides into ‘Jerusalem’ on a donkey that ever follows his erection, the goal of which is a Virgin, ever out of sight, ever but in the mind’s eye.
Epistemologists ought be interested that the Latvian name for ‘stork-Storch’ (English and Germani) is ‘stārķis’’. If we remember that the consonant L began to be pronounced in late Middle Ages as an R, we will understand how ‘stork’ came from the word ‘stolk or Stolch’. In German ‘stolz’ means proud, erect, dignified—which is what the bearing of storks projects. Going back into the past further still, the word derives from a word for divine love and refers to the Sacred (Saintly) King and Queen of the Wood, both of whom—because love and saintliness are so vulnerable—guard it in the niche of their laps from time immemorial.
Somewhat analogous to the placement of our human sexual organs is the story of the Promethean myth, which stands for the fate of the Sacrificial King, who must sacrifice his liver every time he comes to rule, because while Gods and men are, both, born of the same mother, ever since the arrival of taxation, they must live in a divided society: one of elites, one of the impoverished. Prometheus closes the gap between the two by suffering the loss of his liver, which stands for his life. Prometheus is, so to speak, the priest of Hieros Gamos or Sacred Marriage, because only through his self-sacrifice can he join opposites:
The joys of love (Plaisir D’amour) ne’re quickly do depart,
Its sorrows keeper to a lifetime is bound/blessed/doomed.
All three words (bound-blessed-doomed) make sense, but only ‘blessed’ or ‘doomed’—depending on which one we choose—tell us whether our prize is everlasting joy or sorrow.
* Kalado—we need to change the consonant K to S, thence the word will read as salado, re salad. The sprout (or salad) of an unfolding plant was in ancient times thought of as erectile tissue, which is why the Balts thought of an erection as that of an unfolding fern that was said to come to bloom on Midsummer’s Eve or Johns Night. Equally the sprout of a cucumber belies its later phallic shape by originating as an image that presents female erectile tissue. ‘Salado’ may, by means of pareidolia be easily translated to ‘karalo’, which echoes to the word ‘carol’ or ‘karol’, i.e., King. The arrival of western Christianity, which was controlled by secular forces, changed tbe choral shout: “Kaledo, kaledo!” (Karel! Karel! King! King!) to “Ligo! Ligo!” which is represented by the image of a swing , which by the magic of secularism has became  our pornographic, f*ck.

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