EC 554

A Happenstance Witness and The Holy Ghost:

ADDENDUMS

By © Ludis Cuckold

⁵ The Music of Words

The first words were a humming sound that like the purr of a cat emerged from the region of the belly when stimulated by a dream or sensation that emotes and broadcasts pleasure. In other words, the first words which formed language were evocalized* and were singing forth a subjective language. Perhaps the first words had no meaning, but were only sounds. Those who have an ear for such things, will have noted that a cat, too, may inflect his-her purr from a lower to a higher register.

*English is a non-evocalized language that has for the most part abandoned evocalization and is straining to replace emotion with words become like objects. This is one reason why it is nearly impossible to translate from an evocalized (highly inflected) or musical language (Latvian/Lithuanian**, Hawaiian, Japanese, etc.) to a non-evocalized language such as English or French. The problem of translation increases when an evocalized language becomes a written language, because ‘writing’ pretends to be an objectification, and due to social life becoming citified (thingified and virtualized) individuals lose their ability to emote and sing. The prime example of this is the loss of the ‘endearing’ word in the written words uised by the media of Latvija and other countries that once had emotive languages. **The word ”tūta” means the same as the English word ‘toot’, to blow a horn; also ‘pūta’ to blow one’s breath.

The hum (from the belly with mouth closed) is followed by a brief opening of the lips, by means of which the hum exits with the sound of a vowel which makes for the first word “ohm” (+ a,e,i,u). In Old Latvian songs the “ohm” became “īīīh”, which sound (sometimes drawn or īīīhd in the background by home made flutes or horns were drawn for the length of an entire song) formed the most frequent backdrop for sutartine singers. Of such singing—to which  was added rhyming (another device of music)—came proto language(s). A long time ago the rhymers were known as shamans or healers, whose words ‘spelled’ pain until it became quiescent. Later the same spellers became known as poets, who became the first singers-musicians.

In a society that no longer is a community of the forest or field, but an acultured mob in some city, music is no longer the music of the soul of being, but a harsh ratling military drum beat that replaces God with the Ego of humanitas. The Ego speaks with a voice that speaks from the Tower of Babel, insisting that democracy in the city is the same as democracy in the forest or field. This of course is a palpable but unnoticed lie that prevails, because the countryside-nature has been ‘conquered’.

A near perfect description of a community become an a- and de-cultured mob is my own country of origin—Latvija, which today is  populated by decultured postSoviet globalists. Rock and Pop music has replaced any knowledge or interest in the songs whence the origin of a people’s language. Once (100 years or so ago) proud of its folk poems, aka dainas, Latvija cultivated its heritage. Today one hears its ancient poems-songs only at state organized political propaganda events. Moreover, folk songs now sung in Latvija are of melodies composed by composers of our times. Not even anthropologists or ethnograpers have an idea what the original melody was or may have been. However, the Lithuanian ‘sutartine’* as sung at the above and subsequent links gives hints of how language and music originated from a hum, not all that dissimilar from a cat’s purr.

*Sometimes a sutartine was sung by four women with each one holding to a slightly different pitch and sometimes moving about or dancing in a small circle. This is most likely how the Latvians acquired a folk dance (popular to this day) known as ‘sudmalinyas’, the windmill. Unfortunately, though in times past the sutartines surely were sung also in what is now the territory of Latvija, except for acadamics the Latvian people have no idea that their own singing tradition includes such songs.

An ‘insignificant’ ditty that almost every Latvijan child and adult still knows, addresses a lady bug that is walking up the hand of the singer who is pointing his finger upward: “Bizz, bizz, mārīt,/ mājiņ deg/ visi bērni sadeguši,/ vai uz augš,/ vai uz lej,/ vai uz zaļiem kapiņiem.”* When the ditty is sung slowly and in a monotone, it delivers a melody that for all its insignificance fits perfectly for thousands of folk poems (¹ Ai Dieviņi, ko darīsi,/² kad mēs visi nomirsim?/³ Ne tev tēvs, ne māmiņa,/⁴ ne kas tevi daudzinās.). What ethnographers seek is before their very eyes unrecognized for what it is.

*(My English translation: Bzz, bzz, ladybuy,/ your house is afire,/ all your children are aflame./ fly high,/ fly low,/ or to the green burial ground.)

EC 553

A Happenstance Witness and The Holy Ghost:

ADDENDUMS

By © Ludis Cuckold

⁴ John or Z^oan?

What’s in a word?

The Greek word Zoe is said to mean ‘life’. But ‘life’ is a word with a big spread and broad meaning. Is Zoe the energy that moves my cat? Is it what is limited to me and other humans? Is it what leaves me when I die? Is it the matter that makes a tree a tree and a mouse a mouse? And—if life is energy—why is life energy live, while my car dies every time I switch off the starter key off?

Is Zoe what the good professor says Aristotle (listen from 8 min on) says it is or what he says it is?

There are problems with the word Zoe. For Aristotle the word means Zoan here and here (both contradictory interpretations though with some elements of truth in both), which word is Greek for animal, while in the Bible (rewritten by Zionist Jews) it is a city in Lower Egypt—about as far from Greece as can be imagined.

For the Greeks, therefore, Zoan (may be pronounced John or Joan) is a word that is a cross between ‘life’ and ‘animal’. We may note that the professor who lectures us on Shakespeare’s “Corolianus” interprets Aristotle’s notion of a ‘higher being’ as ‘a god’ (13:10+), then describes that ‘god’ as being “straight out of Startreck” video series.

For Western (if not Eastern) Christians and Zionist Hebrews the word ‘zoan’ speaks of a city of shepherds (Hyksos, Shepherd kings), and describes a fantasy land, Egypt, which fantasy dovetails with my theory of herders from the Black Sea region, who likely were the precursors of the Greeks; the Hebrews of Khazaria; the Balts of the Dniepr River basin [among whom the word ‘zoan’ remains as part of the word for ‘wild’ as in me+ž(zh)+onis or zoan of the forest]; and the Slavs.

Anyway, Zoan suggests that our forebears did not see or think of ‘life’ as embodyment of something (or other) for an individual alone, but as a force shared by everything that is alive. The evolution of the word Zoe may be seen in the following progressions: Zoe to Zoan (wild, untamed, breath, wind/ vend, undulating movement) to John (Gengis, Huan, Ian, Jan, Johan, Yan, etc.) to many other possibilities.

One such other possibility is the word ‘pagan’ (pagano/ ‘paizan’ in Italian), of which the sylible ‘gan/zan’ also echoes to ‘jan’. About this I have written before, and will touch back in a blog soon.

EC 551

A Happenstance Witness and The Holy Ghost:

ADDENDUMS

By © Ludis Cuckold

² Abusing God, Crying Terror

The return of God (the notion that He-She is Being rather than non-Being) brings fear to His-Her deniers-abusers. After a hiatus of centuries, Being again proves His-Her everlastingness by perceiving death without fear.

For most Westerners it comes as a disagreeable surprise that those who are ‘returning’ (bringing about) the notion of God as still being alive are Islamists. The surprise is due to a deeply instilled fear that members of Islam are believers in and practitioners of violence.

The propagators of the notion that Islam is a violent religion are Christians or, more precisely, Western Catholic/ Globalist Christians, and Muslim quislings (such as Salman Rushdie, who wrote The Satanic Verses). There is a long history to the notion of Islam as a violent faith. This history is largely unknown, because it is hid with as much determination as the violence initiated by the corrupt‘Christian’ elite that has enthroned itself upon the West for many centuries.

This is one reason why this author has attempted to rewrite history by writing the foregoing 550 blogs and more. It is all too evident that while the chronology of history as concocted by Western academic historians follow linear tracks with all ties in seemingly perfect order, it makes little sense as an explanation of human experience. No doubt, my reconstruction has covered many a gap with the ‘plaster of guess’. Hopefully, historians (if the retards of today have any descendants) will fill in the pot holes and redeem themselves.

One of the disconnects of history is the story Christians tell about the origins of Islam, which historians of our Roman era [which begins in Avignon after the Vikings are expelled from Rome (Constantinople) and temporarily make ‘Aveyon’ their headquarters] claim to occur in the 7^th century. The truth is that Islam arose at the same time or nearly the same time time* as Eastern Christianity, but because it may have seemed of secondary importance (just as Judaism), it escaped the repression (re the Great Schism of 1054). The West imposed such repression at a latter date by means of the holocaust of the German Reich in the 20^th century, and ‘democratic exceptionalism’ of the U.S. in the 21^st century. Actually, the Christians of the East, the Muslims, and the Jews stem from the same shamanistic Christianity [such as the Waldensians (9-20+) may represent] that prevailed before the arrival of the Vikings** from northern Europe. Another indication that Orthodox Christians, Jews, and Muslims are of same geographic origin is that tney form the major groups of people in Russia.

*Many of the so-called conquests of Islam will turn out to be but reconquests of former Byzantine Christian territories seized by the Vikings as they fled West from uprisings against them in the East. **Vikings likely originate from herders who lived round about the Black Sea, who drove their herds north during the summer months. When trapped in the north by a natural catastrophe (possibly successive Storrega tsunamis ), the herders of animals turned into killers of their herds, which gave rise to the notion that ‘prehistoric’ man made his-her living as “hunters-gatherers”. The disastrous consequences of conclusions made by citified historians and anthropologists (born to virtual reality they reversed the order of things and made natural reality into a virtual reality) is reflected in the story (“The White Ship”) by Kirghiz writer Chingiz Aitmatov.

As we know, the theology, written into the ‘New’ Testament, of Western or Catholic Christsianity has prevailed until our day, and whines of its innocenses in the catastrophe its ideology has brought humankind, and—typical of the bizarre Western sense of humor— puts the blame of violence on ‘violent’ Islam.

 

EC 550

A Happenstance Witness and The Holy Ghost:

ADDENDUMS

By © Ludis Cuckold

¹ Visions of Continuous Death

God is dead—Nietzsche was among the first to say. But is this so? The truth is that He is continually being murdered by secular goverments, their elites, and quislings. The murder is not an actual physical murder as happened when Cain killed Abel, but a psychological phenomenon, an act in our heads.

The instrument of such murder is doubt.

Doubt is nothing new. Most of us have heard the phrase “I do believe, help me overcome my unbelief” (Mark 9:18-29). While most of us think that unbelief may be overcome by an act of will, Jesus (or John Basil) informs the father of the epileptic(?) boy that it [the cure] may happen “only with prayer”. But a footnote at the bottom of the page (of above link) adds that in some versions of the text the word “fasting” is added. In effect, are we being told that a cure may be affected “With prayer and fasting”?

 

I find the footnote an informative addition—as fasting is an ancient practice. Among native American Indians, fasting is known as “a vision quest”. Is Jesus suggesting that miracles are brought into being by visions brought on by fasting? Is this because fasting breaches barriers between this and that world? Is a vision a form of energy flow, a bridge between here and there?

Most people in our day have no idea what fasting means. Yet among the Islamic people, fasting continues to be common practice, for example during the month of Ramadan. This suggests that Islamic people are likely more assured about themselves than Christians, who have come to accept government strictures  and discouragements (no less persistent as government condemnation of ‘drug’ use) against seeking visions. This ought tells us that the government of the West has succeeded in persuading itself that murder of God has at last been as successful as the repeal of the Glass-Steagall legislation. In effect, the secular government of the U.S., celebrated the end of the second millennium by killing God, hopefully for the last time, in 1999. It seems most Americans are in agreement with the deed as no one is asking for a repeal of the repeal.

EC 549

A Happenstance Witness and The Holy Ghost:

Neither a novel or documentary, but for the patient reader

a timely story about the collapse of Modern and Post-Modern Times.

By © Ludis Cuckold

Events 72 Years Ago (17)

There is no water in the lake.” I have come to realize that this means the lake of my dream was in the crater of a volcano. Many lakes form in such places, until the Earth opens her throat to either spit them into the clouds or swallow them.

It has been my ‘luck’ to live in many places that have since been erased or have otherwise disappeared.

The first place is my family’s apartment on the corner of Peace and Freedom streets (Miera un Brīvības ielas). The building received a direct hit at the end of WW2. Due to the confiscation of small businesses by large ‘legal’ corporate business entities and the consequent empoverishment of the population at large, the lot stands empty to this day.

The second place is my aunt’s farmstead, where I survived the years of WW2. Only a stone foundation, a chimney, and a red thread that I have placed around a stone at what used to be the entrance remain there now.

The third place is the refugee camp in Germany, which in later years was transformed into a Daimler-Benz car factory.

The fourth place is the address of 327 Columbus Avenue in Boston, which is no more.

The fifth place is Newton Corner, Newton, Massachusetts, which was raised in a ‘renewal’ project.

The sixth place is in Epping, New Hampshire, where my then wife and I lived, while she did her apprenticeship at the Machester Union Leader

The seventh place is likely to be my present residence in a neglected corner of Latvija, where I live by design in order to learn of the true condition of my country and the nature of its leadership.

What connects the disappearance of all these places is the instability of the ‘culture’ fostered by the city. The situation is well described by the 47^th hexagram of the I Ching: “There is no water in the lake: The image of Exhaustion.”

The 47^th hexagram instantly triggered the memory of a dream I had when about 23 years old and living on Columbus Avenue, but a stone’s throw from Boston’s Copley Square, Public Library, Back Bay, and Newbury Street with its art galleries.

I dreamt that I was swimming in a lake at dusk. I was swimming toward a young woman who I intended to emprace. However, just as I had reached her and was about to give a kiss, the lake emptied, and I found myself standing naked in the middle of what had been a lake. Where did the water go?

I was given the answer when I found myself running naked down a mountain side. In short, I was following the course the water had taken: at the foot of the mountain, I came to the shore of a sea. The sea apparently was where the water of the lake had run into.

But when I wanted to run into the sea, I was stopped from doing so by a boat that was patrolling along its shore. On the deck of the boat was a machinegun, and the gun was aimed at me.

I awoke and wondered who the young woman in the lake with me had been. Perhaps I have remembered the dream for all these years because I never found her. Or was it Anne, who, supported by her mother, aborted our child, then refused to speak about it? How could I have forgot this?

Now that I think back, I also remember the dream about the blueberry tulip (see EC 542), which emerged from all the blueberry blossoms which had dried up on the forest floor as the household of my aunt had gone to the forest on its annual blueberry picking expedition. I awakened from the dream with a profound sadness, even as I remembered that the dream ended with me coming out of the forest and finding at the edge of it two large tables set for a Thanksgiving meal. In place of turkeys, there were two large orange pumpkins steaming and emitting the aroma of pumpkin and nutmeg.

In real life no such Thanksgiving ever took place, but another scenario has etched itself in my mind.

My mother and her children are being packed by the young German lieutenant—her ever so brief lover in the midst of war—into a truck filled with German soldiers, the truck started to pull away with me still standing on the ground. I scream: “Wait! Wait! Don’t leave me!” and run after the truck. A German soldier on the ground grabbed me by scruf of my neck and the seat of my pants and even as we both ran, literally threw me into the back of the truck. Was the soldier the ghost, the scarab of my father on leave from Astrahan?

The remainder of the household, aunt Emma including, which left the farm a day later*, did not fare that well. As soon as it got onto the main highway, it was strafed by Soviet airplanes. Two of the horses ‘who’ pulled the wagons of household items and food were killed and one of the wagons had to be abandoned by the roadside. The bullets had come so close to Uncle Karl, that his and Lienītes** shirts were shredded by them. This according to a letter Aunt Emma sent my mother years later. The events took place during very hot, dry, and sunny days about the middle of August, 1944.

*The Soviets had staged a major offensive, which was stopped at the very doorstep, so to speak, of our farmstead. A German counter attack drove the Soviets back some ten kilometers (about 6 miles) whence they had come. The attack and defense cost the Soviets, Germans, and Latvijans the lives of some 40,000 men. When a few days after escaping, the Germans had second thoughts about having a woman with three children on their hands, they returned to the farmstead, I saw a number of burnt out Russian tanks, which German Panzers had knocked out. One such churned up a veritable sandstorm as it roared past our truck on the dusty country road. **Liene or Lienīte, a common Latvijan name for women, was my aunt Emma’s fourteen year old stepdaughter. She had been sent to dig trenches and arrived back home running past Soviet tanks.

I have mentioned elsewhere that Aunt Emma was my paternal grandmother’s youngest sister. She was the kindest woman I ever met: she even forgave me my ‘sin’ of crashing all the household dishes to the kitchen floor as in a panic and with superhuman strength, I pulled a sack packed full with survival gear past it. For reasons that I do not wish to repeat twice, I never saw anyone of my aunt’st household again.

So, maybe it is the Thanksgiving table in the medow at the edge of the forest that my ‘revenge to remember’, if successful (God makes the judgement), awaits. I expect that all my family will be there with all the aborted and unborn children, 36 sheep, 25 cows, 13 horses, any number of hens with a white rooster, a duck and eight ducklings, a number of pigs gone wild, not to mention all the faithful to their home cats and dogs.

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This brings to a close Book II of a 2 book series (Book I: Upon Whom the Ends of the Ages Have Come; Book II: A Happenstance Witness and The Holy Ghost. Future entries are likely to take the form of  "Addendums" of short paragraphs of thought as they come to mind and seem worthy to be made a record of.