Showing posts with label Ptah. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ptah. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

EC 457 GoveRment is an aLien People
© Eso A.B.
Death as Autodictat
© Translation Eso A.B.

NO HISTORIAN has pointed out that so-called ‘Revolutions’, for the most to have been the French, Russian, and Chinese REVOLUTIONS. did not change anything, though they did for a brief time redistribute the old wealth patterns. A real Revolution is more like a miracle as it is achieved by non-violent and not-violent means and leads to a democracy as a God given government, not in the city, but in the wood and field.

Such a Revolution necessarily takes us back to Nature, where creation occurs gradually and is tested every inch along the way. Though today ‘reformers’ shift their dreams from a gasoline driven car to a car powered by electric batteries, a civilization that lives in Nature would have few engines more powerful than the bicycle and the horse drawn wagon. These have the benefit of slowing down the factory-like pace  of life. Such a civilization will have no armies, except perhaps wild pigs in the wood coming to raid unprotected potato fields.

Nice though Nature is, the question is”: How are we to return to it on a permanent basis?

I am inclined to reply that we cannot return by an act of will, but only through the collapse of the will that presently drives us toward a global civilization of liberal (exploitative) capitalism. This may in fact be happening as I write, though we will only be sure of this when life in the city cannot go on as presently, but realities demand it be dismantled and the people let exit its gates. To put it bluntly: let us leave a famine drive the buddhas in our cities through the gates and force them to see what lies beyond their Castle of Thieves. The sheeple buddhas may experiencee enlightenment and realize that Nirvana is not found in the deserts of our cities https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OL-Q1u-jkqs,

To those who criticize our contemporary society as intolerable, the ‘humane way to shed the oversupply of zombies is through narco-hypnosis as Aldous Huxley suggested. In effect, our money-bound and demoralized society ought not be fought against or demonized, but let go its way of least resistance by legalizing drugs, and leaving the policing of their use to individuals. In this way, the people in the cellars and alleys who shoot themselves up with H or meditate themselves out of stress by accepting the capitalist is as IS, either reach for an overdose or return to Buddha as singulars, so that those destined to survive may become horse owners again.

If narco-hypnosis is fought by governments as it does it today, no miracle is possible except at an enormous cost of violence and lives; and no way out of the closing in chaos. Such a scenario guarantees an almost certain death not only of individuals beyond repair, but those who have a chance to survive and create viable tomorrows.

One of the tools to lead us out of dead-end Industrial Revolution will be the King or Queen reinstated by a  reverse Revolutionary act.

I support an imaginary monarchy, because if the reinstated King fulfils a real function and is taught the history of his=her office by a learned anthropologist, he=she  will eventually become full blown imaginary figure through the fact that, he=she committs to taking his=her life just as God did after he had created the world. No, God did not ‘rest’. After He resurrected himself, He made statues of Himself as He was when dead or, to put it another way==as the state he is in today .

Jesus and John Basil become the ‘objects petit a’ ("objects little a") of their own desire. While this sounds contemporary and Lacanian, it was a perspective shared by the ancient Egyptians through their Gods Atum and Ptah, who masturbated to create the world. While the phallus of our time is manifest as a computer guided rocket, the Egyptian king always held in his hand the ‘djed’ or, if you will, the vertebra of his spine.

What our time has forgotten is that there is a difference between an actual object and a visualized object. The visualized or painted object can never be an actual object, and is, therefore, always part of a vision. What distinguishes a photograph from the actual and visionary is that it straddles both worlds by the fact, that our mind has prior knowledge that the object in the photograph is actual. What a photographer as an artist learns to do is obfuscate the actual in such a way as it tends to become a vision of somewhat unreal object(s), which forces the viewer to look at the photograph not only as a graphic, but as the act of an object in the process of becoming something more.

In this way the creative masturbator or masturbatrix exits from his-her inner imagination into a world of objects. This happens in the act of Isis  resurrecting Osiris. As we of today know, human creators have created a world that is a desert, while the Goddess Isis-Hathor rose our of Herself as the Sun introduces no taxes, but receives from us gifts, which are our prayers.

Thursday, December 19, 2013


Eso’s Chronicles 256/ Act 1
Addend 16—Adam Adamnovich
Act 1 cont.
© Eso A.B.
 
Chorus: What happened then?
You are still here!
Your heart still beats within you.
 
Adam: The four maids. They saved me.
As priesteses of the Sun,
it was their’s to sacrifice me.
But when the time came,
They spread my legs and said:
‘We want now to hear you scream!’
And they cut off my balls.
 
The male priests about guffawed.
They had never witnessed it done before.
They appreciated the maids’ wit.
Because temple rules said that a man without testes
is not acceptable to the Sun,
they left me alive.
 
Chorus: But the maids bore you children.
Did they not?
 
Adam: Yes, two sons and two daughters.
But the priests ruled that because I went free,
These would be sacrificed in my stead.
The maids, now mothers all, were furious
and swore revenge.
 
To help cure me of my loss,
they brought before me lowly peasant men
and had them swear to them and me
the oath to the Sun
(I am a man of my testes
Sworn to be faithful to you, Nanauatzina, even unto death),
then had them fuck them before my eyes
until my Other was cured and
knew to stand again.
 
Chorus (left): How could you watch?
 
Adam: It made me young again!
As that old painter Picasso knew so well.
 
Story teller: And so it was. While Adam Adamnovich is from the Black Sea area and the worshippers of the Sun are from around the Baltic Sea (Alas! Almost all of them have by now forgotten their halo and Sun-fire embraced forebears…), who sailed not only to the seas of the South, but also navigated far West to the lands of the Feathered Serpent.
 
The Feathered Serpent, Quetzacoatl of the Aztecs, who are forebears to today’s Mexican people, who, too, have forgot their Sun gods http://www.aztec-history.com/aztec-sun-god.html , was feathered in goose feathers. This is how—though argued by our submissive historians as being untrue, though few deny that their testes are in the grasp of modern ‘democratic’ governments—the ‘Greeks’ and the ‘Balts’ discovered America long before the usurping West sent the pirate Columbus http://www.reformation.org/columbus-unmasked.html to discover what had never been lost except it was substituted by the chutzpah of the armored God Huitzilopochtli http://www.allabouthistory.org/huitzilopochtli-faq.htm , born by his own goose feathered hand. Not surprisingly, this story was later denied, and it is now said that he was born of a virgin, into whose lap God drifted down as a down feather, only to seize our planet by storm the moment he was born.
 
Another name of the Aztec Sun is Nanauatl (Nanauatzin) or Tonatuih, though I would ad to each of these names the vowel ‘a’, making read Huitzilopochtla, Nanauatla (Nanauatzina) and Tonatuiha. The last makes the Moon Goddess (known as Mehnesnihca in Latvian) a true ‘smoking mirror’, the smoke but a reflection of clouds driven by the Goddess of the Winds, Eve (Ehecatla) or Vehya (as the Latvians had her).
 
In any event, the birth of Huitzilopochtli is but the story of the birth of Jesus, who, too, was born of a down feather drifting into the lap of Mary. How so, you want to know? Don’t you know that the Egyptian Gods Atum, Ptah, and Osiris came into our world by their own hands, which were dressed in bird down by the Sun, when She waved her winged legs over Osiris’ unresponding body part, which one of the four Aztec priesteses had just relieved Adam of?
 
Adam: For all that, our world was not to be. Just as the government of Latvia today hides thousands of names of KGB agents, because the names of its own are among them, so the National Security Agencies of governments everywhere keep the mouths of writers shut and their computer keyboards print ‘different sets for different lets’.
 
Chetseri (dirty dream team): The globalizers, Christians,
Came to Latvia….
They killed our Johns, Adams Adamnoviches,
And made the children of our apple trees orphans.
 
Chorus (left) (sings): Maza biju neredzēju,
kur gulēja tēvs, māmulīņ….
 
Chorus (right) (sings): Nu uzgāju ganīdama,
kur gulēja tēvs, māmulīņ….
 
Chorus (together): Pie ābeles piespiedos,
Kā pie savas māmuliņ’s.
Birzt ābelei balti ziedi,
Birst man gaužas asaras.
 
Translator: I was too young to know
When or where father and mother died…
Now, as I herd the sheep,
I discover their graves.
 
I press to the wild apple tree,
as if she were my mother.
While the apple sheds
white blossoms, I shed bitter tears.
 
(Enter Razhannichka. She runs out of breath)
 
Ŗa-zhannichka: Uncle Adam, uncle Adam!
My mothers send me.
The President’s body guards and priests are here.
They’ve come to arrest us all,
for planning to sacrifice the government
to our Gods.
 
Adam: The bastards!
 
(next: Act 2).