Saturday, March 25, 2017

Of Cities and Citybred Monsters
By © E. Antons Benjamiņš, 2017

It has finally come to be that the atheist-controlled community of government has become the fake Godhead over the community of Nature.

1 Once Upon A Time: The Sacred Wood...

After Joseph ‘Wrath’ Stalin had eight of my family, father including, shipped to his infamous gulags, where five, including father, soon perished of harsh conditions or were shot, I, then eight years old, was not to be consoled. My mother, a young woman, half Russian, having lost a husband, a father, a mother, and sister to the wrath of the same Joseph, had no interest in consoling me:.she, left with a suckling age child who was not of her husband, knew not of my despair. When the room was empty and everyone was about some chore or other, I climbed on the spring bed and bounced my despair, prayers, and tears as high as I could. But no matter how high I bounced or ardently expressed my prayers, Divinity gave me no attention. Or so I thought.

Then, some sixteen years later, after other close escapes and many pretended normalities, after I had already been in Amrica for eight years, I had a dream.

I found myself in a wood. It was end of summer, and as was the wont of the farm household that had been my home during WWII, we went berry picking. We (about eight of us) were after blueberries. Everyone carried a newspaper lined basket. The household was spread over the forest far and wide. Some had gone far enough to “You-hoo” not to lose contact from the rest. However, something unusual met our eyes wherever we looked: there were no blueberries to be seen. The small pink blossoms of the berries had all dried in their bloom stage. Instead of berries or berry blossoms, in their place the berry branches held brown tissue paper.

As I, nevertheless, continued my search, I noticed rise from the floor of the forest a small mound on top of which grew an outsize blueberry blossom the size of a church bell. The outer shell of the blossom was a dark blue, but its core glowed an orange that was like of coal in a fireplace.

Not knowing what the flower was, I bent before it with awe and reverence. Only much later did it occur to me that the flower might have been Morgan the Fair*, the much maligned (witch, hag, shrew, black arts master) Queen of the Wood and mother of King Arthur, who became King of the Wood.

*Only much later, as a result of the dream, did I discover the poem of the German poet Novalis: Die blaue Blume, and read that Goethe may have seen it as the Urpflanz, the root of Nature.

The dream then shifted to a grassy field that was next to the forest. Just a few feet from the forest’s edge, I saw two large tables set for a feast. Two steaming pumpkins stood in the centre of each table. The fragrance of the pumpkins was inviting and spoke of family Thanksgiving dinners. The tables were waiting for the guests, who, except for me, were still in the wood.

The dream happened sixty years ago, and whenever I remember it, which is often enough, it brings me to a scene pictured in a painting by Ernst Lissner of the Troice-Sergieva Lavra or monastery in Russia. The painting shows the most venerated of Russian saints Sergius of Radonezh, blessing the Russian leader-hero Dmitri of Moscow (later Dmitri Donskoy) before the battle of Kulikovo (1380 AD). at the monastery of Holy Trinity.

The painting depicts a scene in front of a church in a wood. The interpretation of what takes place depends of how one reads history. Unlike orthodox Russian interpretations of their history, I do not believe that the battle of Kulikovo was a battle with the Mongols or Tartars, but a battle with the Vikings. Here I am partly in agreement with the Russian mathematician and historian Anatoly Fomenko, who argues that the ‘golden horde’ of the Mongols is a fiction invented by the Romanov tsars. I would add that it was less an invention than a replacement, i.e., the Vikings were replaced by the Romanovs (supporters of Catholic and globalist theology) with the Mongols.

It was in 862 AD* that the Vikings captured Kiev , then a slav village on the shores of the Dniepr River. As I have argued elsewhere, the Byzantine Empire and the surround was under the influence of what I call Ancient Christianity, at the core of which religion was the Sacred King.

*Per Anatoly Fomenko all Anno Domini (AD) dates are suspect.

By foregoing lengthy arguments about my perspective on history, which may be gathered from some 600 past blogs) and returning to the painting by Ernst Lissner, one may argue that the painting depicts Jerusalem (=Yaroslav) and the blessing of an executive king (or Malik*) by the Sacred King.

*Malik is Arabic the for executive king, who serves the Sacred King. The word is also encountered in my native Latvijan language as ‘malacis’, that is to say, one who dares and does exemplary deeds.

Saturday, March 18, 2017

Of Cities and Citybred Monsters
By © E. Antons Benjamiņš, 2017

It has finally come to be that the atheist-controlled community of government has become the fake Godhead over the community of Nature.

What’s In A Name?

Our time and especially its youth proudly and with conceit claims itself to represent an age of exeptionalist individualism. Be that as it may, there is no proof that individualism has brought humankind any great benefit. To the contrary, one may argue that individualism has been a cause of human devolution, because it is destructive of individuation, Individuation is not necessarily relativist, which individualism is.

This author takes the view that due to individualism the demise of humankind has been gradually accerating for at least a thousand years. However, it is only  in the last two hundred years or so that individualism has reached exponential proportions, and nothing can escape the degeneration of intelligence unless it is met with a catastrophe.

Let us compare our time to the time that existed in the early days of human kind.

We all are born without a name, which is to say, as infants we all are of same one and undifferentiated spirit. Our specific nature, eclosed in a single organism, takes time to develop and manifest itself. This is why among tribes that live in the wood or on the plain, names of individuals take time to reveal themselves, often not before puperty. As the scientists at the link indicate, the concept of time is not inate to life, but is revealed in tribes untouched by the concept of time only through a change in names. For example, Jumping Badger was later in his life renamed Sitting Bull. A child is often first identified by a generic name, such as ‘line’ or ‘lena’, which long ago meant ‘a through’ or ‘a run’, whence Liene/Lina, Ade+line, Cathe+rine, Jo+lene, Magda+lena, or Mar+lene, indicating a person with a slit (a rend*) at the juncture of the legs, hence a woman.

*I reach many of my conclusions as to the meaning of words by assuming that over a period of time many consonants, such as L may change their prodnunciation into R. Thus, Lena=Rena; Line=Rene/Rend.

By not naming a child until, say, puperty, a mother gives the newborn the opportunity to develop his-her inborn or God-given traits, at the same time allowing the child to absorb the culture and values of the community. As an old Latvijan folk poem puts it: even God must earn a name: “Dear God, what will you do when we all die? You have no mother, you have no father. You will have no one to praise (name) you.” (My prose translation.) Is this perhaps why mothers and Divine Beings sing their children lullabies?

In the course of time, the ancient tradition of taking time in giving a child his-her name, has been reversed. In the Western Jewish and Christian tradition, a child is ‘jewdaized’ or ‘christianized’ long before reaching conscious age. In fact, neither the Jewish or Christian tradition allows the child to arrive at a name naturally and through God, but is subject to the agency of a secular priesthood that circumcises and waterboards.

A step that bests the priest, and replaces the Sacred King with the Secular king, is the assignation of the communal spirit to that of a flag. The flags in the painting (see link) clearly show the transition from Sacred Ark, here already reduced to the image of the icon of the Sacred King, to the shield and flag of armies.

Needless to say, the identifying marks that set apart an individual or community are many. At one time the mark was a ‘Holy Ark’ that was carried or rowed along with the King, perhaps in a palanquin, from place to place. At a later date the ark was replaced by a flag (with the image of the Sacred King emblazoned on it), because it was carried more easily. This happened when there were ‘standing’ armies, which marched more often to ever more disastrous ends. This is how the flag became the identifying mark of the city, which then became the state (city-state), which federated itself with other city-states and became an empire of nations ruled by their cities.

By the time the ark was replaced by a flag, the city had dramatically changed its nature—from being Jerusalem, or home, temple, and refuge of herders, it had turned into a castle or fort for a ruling mafia composed, first, of warrior, later of political and religious princes. For this reason, the flag became identified with conquest. The Sacred Self-sacrificial King, the beacon of the people of the wood and field, became a tool for opening a can of worms. Note the crucified man (in the link) imbedded in the body of the twice crowned eagle.*

*The story of the twice crowned eagle is told in my preceding  book “Kirrti Mukkha”. Briefly, the story tells of twin brothers who but for the self-sacrifice of the Sacred King and the awe he instils are destined to kill each other. Through a make-believe inclusion of the Sacred King in the body of the eagle representing an Empire (see centre of image), humankind is tricked into believing that the Empire is a benign entity. Though the origin of the twice crowned eagle is to be found in the story about  a twin headed bird (see Panchatantra), the ‘twice crowned’ is a more accurate description of what the story really tells and represents.

The story of how humankind arrived from the concept of the city as Holy Jerusalem to that of Sodom and Gomorrah is a long and a complicated one. It has been made even more complicated by a pot pourri of lies. It will be well to remember that before the Fourth Crusade (1204 AD), the most notable of Jerusalems was located at Constantinople*, and that Constantinople (a Christian city) was attacked and sacked by the ‘Christian’ city of Venice. The destruction of the city of God destroyed also Ancient Christianity.

*Other Jerusalems may have been locaged at Jersika, Livonia; Avignon or Avenhon in Occitania; Templo Major in Tenochtitlan, Mexico. The former two were attacked in 1209; Tenochtitlan was destroyed in 1521. Most likely there were other such cities (in Japan, China, Indonesia, Myamar, India, etc).

Despite evidence that The Great Lie continues to rule, it goes overlooked and unacknowledged to this day. To put it in as few words as possible, the Lie involves the reversal of historical events: it was not Catholic Christianity that was being threatened by heretics, but Ancient Christian tradition* was threatened by a newly arisen Catholic faction led by secular princes, possibly originating in the Viking conquest of, both, northwestern, now called Benelux countries, and southeastern Europe centering on the Black Sea and Byzantine Empire areas.

*A reminder of Ancient Christian tradition in Occitania was revealed to a young peasant girl (who was accompanied by her two sisters) through the miracle of Lourdes in 1858. Lourdes continues to attract pilgrims, who go there to partake of the healing waters of a well. Be that as it may, the miracle of Lourdes has become conflated in the popular mind (not to be confused with the mind of the ‘faithful’) with the miracle of Fatima (1917), where likewise three children, shepherds, were witness to a visitation by the Virgin Mary. The conflation is the reasons why in 1960 the Vatican put the 3rd miracle (which would likely have revealed the true history of Occitania) under ‘absolute seal’. For those who seek a rational explanation for this extraordinary remembrance of Ancient Christianity in Occitania and the surround, and the slaughter of its believers, the Cathars (600 years ago), one can only suggest a closer look at history as a longue durée event. Much like a fairy tale, the story was apparently passed along by village peasants, until venturies later it was envisioned in the Real by some of their children.

With most records burned or buried, the bare minimum of the murder of the original Christs (cross roads) is now remembered as the Great East-West Schism of 1054. Also overlooked (and misinterpreted) is the story of the murder of King Laius* by his son Prince Oedipus at the cross road to Thebes. The king and the prince are both symbolic figures, one representing the past, the other representing the present.

*Laius’s name may have its origin in the name ‘Ludis’ (also Louis, Ludwig, na-lud (from Russian narod), whence the English Revolutionaries known as the Ludites, which name is an old name for ‘the people’ deliberately overlooked by English politicians and historians.

At the root of the attempt to destroy communities on planet Earth is greed and individualism most likely unleashed by the marauding princes of the Vikings, who divided the landmass of the planet in private parcels among themselves. To maintain their gains, the princes transformed their forts into cities, and by various economic devices unleashed the cities until they mutated into a major plague, which atomized and devolved the ludis (the people) to the level of worms in cans made of concrete.

Saturday, March 11, 2017

Of Cities and Citybred Monsters
By © E. Antons Benjamiņš, 2017

and Citybred

The city is our weapon, its monster is our spirit.

By © E. A. Benjamins, 2017


Something happened. Nobody quite knows what. But it happened, and the consequences of it are wreaking devastating results to our own days. This short book attempts to explain what it was that ‘happened’.

Unless human beings originated on planets beyond planet Earth, which this author is not sure about, human beings most likely originated in the warm climate of Africa, whence they spread outward to occupy the planet.

While we dwelt in warm climates, we walked mostly naked, or used dry grasses or salvaged animal pelts for dress. Our dress came from the animal herds we herded for the sake of milk and cheese, which we supplemented with roots, berries, fruit, and mushrooms, which we had learned to pick at an earlier time. Later, during the summer time, when we drove our herds north to the tundra, we learned to become meat eaters, and used animal furs more extensively. Indeed, we we were “herders and gatherers”, not “hunters and gatherers” as today’s city bred anthropologists are trying to tell us.

As the young men, sometimes accompanied by their girl friends drove the herds of their homesteads to pasture in spring and returned “home” in the fall, our “home”, initially no more than a hut in a tree, or a cave, or a dwelling made of bamboo by the river bank, became more substantial, increased in number, and formed a cluster, which setting was to become a village city, and later still, a city with a temple at its center.

As the dispersal of early humans and their animal herds gained humans experience and ever increasing confidence in themselves, the city became of ever increasing importance as “home”. However, to remain a “home”, the city had to be a friendly and welcoming place. Else, the herders might not come home, but what with their wifes and children turning into ‘camp followers’ stay in parts unknown, become alienated, and perhaps even enemies .of the stay-at-homes.

To maintain themselves as ‘friendly places’, early cities could not afford to become the impersonal piles of glass and concrete, run by direct, parliamentary, or pseudo ‘democratic’ governments, they have become today. Thus, the early governors of cities were sacred kings, who gave their lives to maintain the necessarily friendly ‘morphic field’ that resonated far and wide and enticed the herders to come back home.

It is this attraction of home as temple why, in the early days of history (according to Anatoly Fomenko*), the name Jerusalem was generic for all cities.

*On Jerusalem, re Anatoly Fomenko, “Hidtory: Fiction or Science”. Vol. 1.

The Sphinx as an Extraterrestrial

When I began to rewrite the story of King Oedipus, I did not yet have the answer for the riddle of the Sphinx. I continued to be  beholden to verbal trickery implicit in the Sphinx’s question: ‘Who stands first on four, then two, then three legs?’ Artistic renditions showed that the Sphinx stood on four, Prince Oedipus on two legs. Who stood on three?

School had taught me to accept the orthodox answer “an old man” with a cane. But this answer seemed too obvious and, therefore, suspect. Only later did it occur to me that the problem is with the questioner, who was not necessarily Oedipus. If so, then the Sphinx, too, is not necessarily as portrayed by convention.

For plague ravaged Thebes (or New York, London, Brussels, Moscow, Riga, or Beijing), the relevant question is not the one that issues out of the mouth of the Sphinx, but that of its city-zens, i.e.: “What plagues us, what plagues Thebes?”

Today Oedipus’s answer to the City or citizens of Thebes is: “Your mindset;” which as anthropologists insist also means: our environment.

Just look at the mindset of the Monster that has ensconced itself in the Forbidden City of Beijing or in the Trump Tower in New York City. Tnis is not to say the present occupants of said places (Chinese President Xi Jinping and President Donald Trump) have any idea of the consequences of their thoughts or that they imagine themselves in any way guilty of the consequences of their limitations. Like King Oedipus, they and thousands of government officials like them kill without giving the act a thought. They kill without knowing  what they do, and go unrecognized for who they are by their fellow city-zens or courts of law.

This is not to say that I am against cities. But I am against the overbuilding of cities by citizens (city-zens=cityjohns) who are building they know not what to know not what end.

Incidentally, the biologist (in the link) who puts the blame for extinction of life on fossil fuels or companies who produce them is no less guilty of being a killer than those he blames, as he is no less a city dweller than those who use fossil fuels the most. This is not to say that city people are knowingly killers, but to suggest that they know not what the consequences are of what they do. For that matter, they also know not what they think, because they live in a world that has little to do with the real world..

In short, Sophocles play “Oedipus the King” is, next to the Biblical story (Gen. 19) of Sodom and Gomorrah, among the first documents that put the blame for the attempt to destroy God’s Creation on city dwellers and city governments. One ought not to be surprised that the first city is built by Cain who killed his brother Abel.

When Prince Oedipus approaches Thebes and meets the Sphinx in the wood just outside of the city gates, he does not realize that the Sphinx is an para-projection of what used to be the Soul of Thebes, and that he, Oedipus, is the mirror image of the Sphinx, the misfortune of Thebes.