© Ludis Cuckold (2015)
Monday, December 21, 2015
Upon Whom the Ends
of the Ages Have Come…
a fantasy for an apocalypse
© Ludis Cuckold (2015)
8 Was God Ever A Sphinx?
For the people of the wood the ascendancy of royals, princes, and boyars, resulted in a long-term disaster. The primary cause of the disaster was the turning of spirit into a thing. This was a subtle process not always taken note of.
When talking about evil, a woman once confessed to me that as a young girl she had taken a cat by its tail and smashed the creature against a tree. She could not explain why she had done this, and could not imagine that in her mind the cat (through the intermediacy of her social environment) had been turned into thing*.
*One of the most contentious teachings in the Bible, Genesis 1:26 (ESV): “Then God said, ‘Let us make man in our image, after our likeness. And let them have dominion over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the heavens and over the livestock and over all the earth and over every creeping thing that creeps on the earth.’” It has become the ground of Western civilization. However this may have been interpreted in ages past, today it means that—to give a specific example—pigs on the way to the slaughter house are not deserving to drink water, because they ‘are not human’.
One wonders whether the catastrophe created by the Storrega landslide and the political tsunamis that forced an earlier civilization to change into that of a slaughterhouse ever had a chance to resist?
How does a drowning human being or a Commons of humans resist drowning?
The retention of the ‘endearing’ word among country folk in the Latvian tradition (and other) and of ‘mittens as condoms’ is evidence that, indeed, some traditions of the older civilization persisted. Only two hundred years ago the dowry of some young Latvian women contained several hundred pairs of hand knit mittens. Apparently these were to be used to keep the ardor of her husband at bay. Unfortunately, today this has been forgotten. As most of us know, remembering the forgotten is nigh impossible.*
*Interestingly, there are dreams which have helped me remember forgotten dreams. One may also call such dreams a dream dreamt twice. One such ‘dream’ may be this book, which is why it may seem an outrageous fantasy to some, while to others it may seem like a forgotten reality remembered.
The traditions of oral cultures hung on for a long time in fairy tales and customs. These were not passing phenomena, but had sunk deep and profound roots in the psyche of humankind (in Eastern Europe the roots of resistance lasted until the so-called Soviet Revolution, which Revolution it in fact likely caused). Holding to one’s word was not something to disappear quickly*. Indeed, it may have become encoded in us as genes** that define our culture. Nevertheless, violence and acceleration of consumption (encouraged by a culture of trade and cannibalizing sexuality), which was brought into being by Viking violence, also brought about changes in the languages of the Balts.
*One example of the persistence of the primacy of the spoken word is exemplified by the stories of soothsayers who in Eastern Europe continue to be consulted. One story that soothsayers continue to tell is that those who die often do not realize that they have died, but continue for wander about as if nothing has happened until in one way or another they ‘get it’ and realize that they are no longer among the living. As soon as recognition of death occurs, the dead one joins and becomes part of the consciousness of The One This surely is a remnant of the transubstantiation theology, which holds to the doctrine that bread and wine changes (for Christians) into the body of Christ at the Eucharist (thanksgiving) ceremony. Taken a step further, the bread and wine also stand for what becomes of us. The doctrine exemplifies the belief that death is but the point of departure, or the ‘quantum jump’ which takes us from this to another reality.
**The idea of predicting the future may be related to the ‘instinct’ that virtual reality is not one that will last, which is why time will return to a time when history—because there is no need of it—no longer exists.
However, in many cultures the King, having his beginnings in an unseen (but rumored*) God, gradually acquired a specific identity. From a dream-like and intellectually nebulous figure, the God-King—in whatever corner of the wood he may have been thought to live—emerged disguised as a human being who soon thereafter became a Thing. The closest thing to a thing that a Thing in our day has become is the quest for Artificial Intelligence.
*The Latvian word for Tom cat is ‘Runcis’ (Rumyancov in Russian)—an anomatopoetic word deriving from ‘Rom’ (Rome) + Yan (herder) + cov (human) = herdsman from Rome. Runcis is a creature that every spring leaves his nest or midden (some say dungheap) to make the rounds and visits all his lady friends in the neighborhood. Just such a Romyancov visited Mary sometimes in March of the year 0, which is why His offspring is remembered as being born in a manger in Bethlehem in the year 1.
To dispel the disbelief that arose among the people of the wood when they heard that God had become visible, the court of the God-King devised ways to distance the King from the people (who wanted Him to solve all their problems without delay). For example, in some domains the King’s feet were never allowed to touch the ground. In others, He was ever carried on a litter by men who were called angels (yangels), a word derived from the name of gani (herders), re: Yangels, Yohns, Johns, Johanns, etc.
To prove life is created to endure and adjust to delays and that He is equal in courage to humans, who are compelled to die by the laws of material Nature, the God-King had to prove Himself by dying through an act of ‘his own’.* This is how violence attained respect (came to consciousness), and is the reason why one of the identifying marks of a King (eventually the State) was permitted violence against those who could not endure His Kingdom.
*The alienation of government from the ruled today is because no government acts in a self-sacrificial manner vis a vis the ones it presumes to govern. The Law, a product of government, turns its subjects into things, which ‘things’ become, in effect, dead or ‘fixed’ cats.
Because the King’s opposition was establishing its own autocephalous domain, the State (though not God) insisted that it was harming the Empire—the un-transubstantiable community. Nevertheless, the King’s death by ‘his own hand’ gave him considerable authority over the ludies, because they could not help but think of him as God’s immediate servant. Self-sacrifice proved the King of superior consciousness (not limited to the human brain). It caused the King to exude charisma, and justified His deeds of violence as holy and God inspired.
When eventually God became a visible ‘thing’ through the office of a material King, He also had to learn how to rise from the dead. This is how little children came to know that at the end of life, they were to be transubstantiated into a life beyond. Lessons learned at an early age are never forgotten, which is why the lessons never change and are passed on forever. This is why God at His best is God as Mother.
This is how it came about that the office of director of rituals, the second highest priest and the director of ‘the play’ in the theatre of operations was the next highest office in God’s Kingdom. It was the second highest priest, who enabled the people to anticipate the death and Resurrection of their King.
Before theatre came into being in the modern secular sense, it was ‘staged’ in the wood or swamp. This is where it was believed life began. This is also where there stood a ‘Wahrstein’ (literally, a Stone of Truth), which we also know as Altar, sometimes called a Moon stone. Sometimes the altar was portable, which is when it was known as the Ark (as the one in Mecca), which is a reflection of the Goddess Sun come (or drawn down as the Moon) to visit Earth.
Because the director of the theatre in our time has become director of little more than empty rhetoric, the real theatre director is the military and the theatre of operations or stage is a killing field.
With the arrival of the written word, ritual acquired a number of variations. This was because writers were willing to play with death a game of tag. I.e., writers had not committed themselves to dying to prove themselves God, but could play Gods by merely claiming the role and putting it in writing. One of the themes of this book (see ‘maleficium’ on title page) is how the written word facilitates the turning of thoughts into matter and things.
When time came for the King’s death (this occurred when it became apparent that He could no longer hold an erection), he drank an elixir that enabled him to see the world which the Sun entered after sunset. The elixir enabled the King or Queen to have a near death experience, which is said to project unconditional love, which prepares one to enter the Other World willingly.
After the King had been buried in a swamp, the priest—known in Latvian as Krīvs-Creev-Krihvs (a name likely derived from ‘cleft’, ‘crevice’. or ‘crib’)—claimed that he-she had emerged as a Sphinx from a hole in the swamp that was located near the hole the King had entered upon His death.*
*A like event is confirmed by an anecdote from the Burtnieku precinct of proto-Latvija or Livonia (the following is the author’s paraphrase of a story recorded by Laimonis Liepnieks in his book “Tēvu zemes novads”, i.e. “The Country of Our Fathers”):
Two German barons are driving their horse drawn slays across a lake. Because their horses are running side by side, the barons are telling each other stories. Tells one: the ice fishermen here dot the lake with so many holes that last winter my slay and I fell into one such. Luckily, my horses are strong and I escaped drowning by exiting through a hole next to it. The other baron nodded his head understandingly and answered: I too fell through such a hole. That said, the baron said nothing further. After a quarter of an hour had gone by, the first baron could no longer contain his curiosity and asked: So what happened then? The answer came: Nothing. My horses do not get to eat as many oats as yours.
Incidentally, if the V in the spelling of ’LiVonia’ is replaced with a B, the word we get is ‘LiBonia’, which is a close approximation of the name Lebanon (Isaiah 2:13; a land of cedars of Lebanon; called priedes in Latvian), which nearly squares with Felice Vinci’s theory that the events of “Homer’s Epic Tales” take place in the Baltic.
Though Felice Vinci’s and my theories are not exactly on the same beam, my interpretation of the ‘Viking event’ as invasion of southeastern Eurasia by Scandinavians puts us on a parallel track. While Vinci emphasizes the Homeric warriors as coming from the Baltic, I emphasize the invasion as coming from the ‘West’, which view of mine is supported by the view borne by some Russians, i.e., that modern Europe is a fairy tale told by Roman Christianity, a terrorist religion, made possible through the institutionalization and collection of taxes. In other words, the boats of Homer’s Greeks were built by Vikings, not by the Egyptians of the Nile. Curiously, the 3rd revelation of Our Lady of Fatima (which revelation was to have been published by 1960, but which the Catholic Church has refused to reveal, is likely to reveal how western Rome usurped the Rome of the East, which was thereafter moved West.
The Spanish painter Picasso inked scenes in which he depicts God shortly before His death. God is dressed in the costume of a King. He is watching his last theatre performance: a young couple having sex in the grass just a few feet away from him. Picasso draws only the King’s torso, because to show his lower parts would mean showing the King having one last resurrection, which is the King’s seed making a quantum ejaculation into the realm beyond.
After centuries passed, things all too human began to happen, and the people began to doubt the honesty of the priests (who through bribes had become government officials). The ludies demanded that the baby presented to them as the next King (or Queen) be left in the wood or swamp for yet another night to prove their actual rather than virtual acceptability to the Gods. The babies’ mothers (one such being Iocaste, mother of Oedipus) were terrified by such a turn of events, because they knew that a cougar, a wolf, a griffon, or a python could happen along and make himself a meal of the hoarchild.