EC 489 Hiermalgamated History
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In Closing

My excursions in pareidolia in order to discover a believable history have not been error free—especially since upon entering its labyrinths, I failed to read the sign at the entrance. Only lately have I learned the words: “All who enter here will find history writ by the Empire of False Flags. Only Certainty can find you the way out.” Signed: “Certainty.”

Unlike Robinson Crusoe, I have not found me a Girl Friday, let alone one named Certainty. This is why while I am still in the labyrinth, I confess to not having found her. Even so, the matters that I have dwelt on are real enough and invite in-depth further investigations.

When I was nine years old, I once asked my godfather, who was a judge and son of Latvia’s first President (in other words, a man with credentials) if he could tell me who God was. His brief answer: “When you grow up, you will know”.

When in due time I did grow up, I was amazed how little ‘grownups’ actually knew, or cared about knowing, or knew what ‘knowing’ was about. Take, for example, the current Vice President of the United States of America Joe Biden, who recently lectured Europeans when they questioned the sanctions America was levelling against Russsia as  “inappropriate and annoying ”. While I do not question that Joe Biden has travelled, I do question whether he has ever travelled other than a tourist. I rather identify with W.B Yeats and the intimate ways of  ‘Wandering Aengus,’ who upon catching a little silver trout that turned into a glimmering girl, though old with wandering, ran after her to: “…kiss her lips and take her hands”….

My reasons for writing 489 blogs (more if one counts the unnumbered stuff) has been to break the logjam of petrified ‘scientific’ thought at Strawberry Lane Bend, where the ever helpful Club of Eager Beaver Professors Emeritus sit on Ionian columns brought low, and not one of them blows the whistle, as is custom among retirees. Perhaps Eager Beavers have compromised the truth to such  an extent that their pensions are a lie unless they continue to lie.

I am grateful to the English poet Robert Graves, who was the first to lead me think that old myths (Oedipus Rex ) can be thought, rethought, and built upon by one imprisoned in our present, where old religious myths are excommunicated and replaced with false flags raised by the latest of empires where every citizen lives in fear of being a terrorist if he-she comes to realize that true history takes place in the wood cleared of the nightmare of government.

While I credit Graves for my turning from a mindset fascinated with (or scrambled by) surrealism to that of structured surrealism of mythology, I never quite let go of my surrealist predisposition, which is one reason why I discovered pareidolia  and the associations it enables, which indulgence I do not regret. I thank the American poet Robert Lowell for noticing a predisposition that (at the age of 23) I was yet blind to.

I also owe it to Lowell, a conscientious objector to war, for indirectly encouraging me, something of an introvert, to join the anti-nuke movement and become an activist. This later enabled me to recognize that conflict- or warmongering is for some a way to gain status, which takes false credit for heroism under circumstances where no danger is present, yet prepares the way for bloody wars through its longue duree effect. This is not only how histories, but cause and effect, too, often come to be  misperceived.

Given that our so-called history ought to be, in truth, called negahistory, and negahistory is a rubbish bag full of false flag events, which have lost their interest in actual events to the point of not being able to recall them, what we have before us today is the sight of a secular zombie religion in action.

Plato would have called the Industrial Age, aka modernity, a perfect movie and would have imagined it as a projection against the wall of the cave he dwelt in. I believe that Plato could tell his allegory so well, not because he was a citizen of Athens, but a citizen of a forest growing on a rocky hillside dotted with caves. Athens was then only tenth the size we now imagine it as being, which is why the oligarch who was building it found it convenient to imprison the freedom loving and democratic people of the wood, whom he enslaved to build his polis, in the caves outside the city.

This is how the myth about democracy having begun in Athens began. Real democracy can exist only in an environment of nature, and there is no better proof of it than the imprisoned democrats (among whom Plato may have been one) who dreamt of democracy, but in the process of dreaming forgot that it had existed only in the wood. This is why to this day we think of the true past as having been a Golden Age.

From time to time there appears a link that explains a view that (with the usual reservations) parallels mine. The following, I are worth viewing and listening to:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lu_VqX6J93k

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tDs8Vn6yYJo
 George Washington's blog tells me as a 'conspiracy theorist'--at least for those who have read my blogs--
http://www.zerohedge.com/news/2015-02-23/1967-he-cia-created-phrase-conspiracy-theorists-and-ways-attack-anyone-who-challenge

EC 486 A Hiermalgamated History
Change the World! Think It Through! Do not Vote! Remember:
What if they declared war and no one came? Don’t go.
© Eso A. B.
A Brief History of Prehistory 4
Hieros Gamos means Holy Marriage, and ‘hiermalgamy’ means a forced or unholy marriage by secular authorities of people to governments through the act of taxation or other violent and unnatural join-tings or divorces.

Why did I return to Latvia?

It is a good question. I have no short answer for. The best that I can say: Because of memories. Some seventy years ago, I lost a great many of my family because they were Latvians and much involved in creating it: I returned to see what the ‘renewed’ Latvians would make of their effort (as a ‘no joke’ religious congregation, the Herrnhuters*) came to Livonia from central Europe, region of Moravia, to rebuild the morale of Livonians after the devastating Great Northern War (1700-1720), and in the process made the Estonians and Latvians among the Livonians recognize themselves as a distinct groups of people, which thereafter became communities in their own right and in later years emerged as separate nation.

My ‘return’ in many ways has been a disappointment, as it forces one to become witness to how Soviet re-educated ‘nice’ people who then through their own corrupt govRmnt become political traitors to their own. One of the reasons is a refusal to investigate their history. The govRmnt is sponsoring one such uninvestigative group of ‘nice’ Latvians to plan for the country’s Centenial (2018).* I wonder how this can be done if one perceives one’s self through Zionist eyes and surrenders sovereignty to banks.

At the beginning of Latvia as a nation (1918), the Western Christian Church—introduced in the country in the 12^th century by German traders and crusaders—was content to call the people ‘pagans’ to better make them ‘Catholic’ or Western Christians. As I have written elsewhere, the word ‘pagan’ does not mean heathen, but ‘lesser Johns’ or Yans, re: pa(meaning lesser) + gans=Yans (John or herder). Yanis was a name with sacred connotations, as it also stood for the chief herder, the sacred Yan of a community of herders. Today everyone in Latvia pretends not to know who Yanis-John-Johann was; though a little less pretentious and orthodox mindset would discover that John stands for the King of the Wood, the protector of reindeer and their herders, or, if you will, John the Baptist, or John Basil, the first who was decapitated, the second incinerated by the Catholic clergy round about the 10^th and 11^th centuries; then replaced with one Jesus the Crucified. This Church of John of the Wood used to be located in Yersika (short for Jerusalem), was located at the beginning of the old delta of the River Daugava, and was not all that far from Byzantium (approximately 1200km or 800mi from the Baltic to the Black Sea). I presume it was once among the livelier places in Livonia. The allegedly eradicated people of this Eastern Christian Church remained a lively community (though they lacked  a history, which the Western Church repressed, and met but once a year—at the summer solstice, though until the 18^th century, they may have done so also at the winter solstice) until the beginning of WW2. Thereafter the Soviets destroyed it, what with turning the countryside into a factory, with their westernized notions of globalization. After the Soviet govRmnt fell, the govRment of ‘renewed’ Latvia adhered to an outdated Christian chronology and mythology of whence the country’s history. The Summer Festival of the Children of Johns (Latvians) has been turned into a ‘nice’ holiday weekend with lots of car crashes due to drunken celebrants.

While the European West pretends to be certain that its history is believable (though it is not), the history of the East of Europe comes with a reminder that no one is certain what it is or was. No one cares to consider that Latvia, Lithuania, Poland, Western Ukraine, Belorussia, and Russia stem from the same Eastern Indo-European root, wherein the aforementioned were more or less one and the same. While the link suggests that the group fragmented about three thousand years ago, the fragmentation probably began with unrest that resulted from the murder by secular powers of the forest people’s sacred forest King. Most tribes fled West and in due course submitted to the rewritten religious text of the dominant or largest groups, thus, abandoning their Eastern (taxless) Christian ways for a religion that compromised with the secular princes and preached taxation as if it was a kind of 11^th Commandment.

Eastern Europe has not recovered from that fateful submission, which is made evident by the Balt failure to consider themselves as formerly one people, though autocephaly-self-headedness is their contribution to politics, and remained the political structure of many descendant groups (now identified with the ‘Slavic Church’) which recaptured the river routes from the Vikings as they drove them north whence they had come.

Today the studied disinterest of Baltic govRmnts in their past, makes these former Balts or Children of Johns into adherents of histoire la longue durée in their subconscious, while consciously they tend toward fascism a la the neo-capitalism of western Europe for which Slavic (?Balts turned into slaves?) Russia remains the ‘evil’ Empire par excellence.

* The Latvian govRmnt of the past 25 yrs has done nothing to investigate the origin of [roto-Latvians, their predecessors, but regurgitates history written a century ago.

EC 485 Hiermalgamated History
Change the World! Think It Through! Do not Vote! Remember:
What if they declared war and no one came? Don’t go.
© Eso A. B.
A Brief History of Prehistory 3

Hieros Gamos means Holy Marriage, and ‘hiermalgamy’ means a forced or unholy marriage by secular authorities of people to governments through the act of taxation or other violent and unnatural join-tings or divorces.

It has been a few years since I browse the internet and scan my eyes over words that never see paper, but slide by on a computer screen.

What I regret is that many links that I have posted on my blogs vanish with time and appear to be beyond retrieval. I post such to enhance my perspective and orient the reader. Too bad for the loss, because if NSA, the U.S. govRmnt agency assigned the task of eliminating privacy, were turned into a library of blogs instead, it would serve a useful purpose. In some far off future, when nuclear power is working in tandem with quantum computers, and TV programs have been dumped, and in spite of the latter, ‘leisure society’, may be born again, we—having taken the mythical ‘form’ of Wm. Butler Yeats bird “of hammered gold and gold enamelling”—will be living in tree houses and catching up on “of what is past, or passing, or to come” by way of a backlog of blogs.

At one such site I recently read that Mars was entering Pisces, the latter being a star cluster that signifies fish, while the former is a ‘red’ planet, a hunter of men, and all other things it wishes to subdue. It reminded me of blog 470 of this series, where I recount a dream in which a cat dives under water to better catch a fish. By the time I woke from the dream, the cat had not surfaced, and I wondered what the dream meant. Now I know that the cat stood for Mars and that his ‘job’ was not to hunt fish, but to chase some to the surface (one carp did show). The fish itself may stand for a lottery ticket that I bought recently.

I consider the dream a good omen, because fish are said to be symbols for money (it comes as quickly as it goes). What with being a Latvian and living in a country with a govRmnt that (having joined the EU without the consent of the people—in the sense of never fully explaining or encouraging discussion that such a joining meant surrendering to the banks) is hell bent on destroying its people, I am perpetually short of and in need of money, because self-help and small time capitalism here is as dead as memory of Latvia of the 1920s and 30s.

My neighbours near and far are in greater need than ever, because the destruction of the country means destroying its nature and harm the people who hang on and try to live off the land. Alcoholism is actually encouraged for the taxes it brings. Thanks to the debt peonage the country has been relegated to, I have over a period of time transported quite a few people and their children to the dentist, even paid their bills, have bought and filled quite a few prescriptions for medicine and bought groceries. At the same time, I have been asked for and have given young people money to buy a ticket out of the country, because part of the govRmnt plan is to accommodate Brussels and reduce Latvia from a country to a state, which is one reason job creation, other than cutting down its forests, has low priority. This forces Latvians to seek jobs in other lands, and enables migrants with no loyalty to the land, move in and replace the past with a present unattached to history.

The people who remain are the ones who know how to grow potatoes, turnips, red beats, gather the ‘gifts of nature’, and live in perpetual uncertainty about the nature of the present. It is not unusual to hear someone tell that if they had been younger, they, too, would have left for Ireland or some other country where underpaid labor can find a job. Those who fail to tell themselves some such, turn to me and ask: Whatever motivated you to return?