Chapter 11

Kirti Mukha
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Right next to the mysterious quantum jump (from particle to wave or the other way around) proposed by the Heisenberg solution, is the ancient image of Kirti Mukha https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpRUANeVDKnapC3EKppsbQdvWo7sV4wMt53jxs45avDU_W9l5E_Mj1hyphenhyphenr2usdYYQX3r_aNYFiXjcsqfWBw38h3lj7Q-mpBKG9QRW7yfgOGD7f7K9EsZk_8DBEZDDZE6HJHiWTH-Jd6Se8/s1600/KM1.jpg  as representing the mysterious topological circle, which while remaining a circle, allows one to move from one side of the circle to the other without falling off the cliff which theoretically is presented by the edge of the circle.

The difference between a two dimensional and a topological circle http://www.learner.org/courses/mathilluminated/images/units/4/eknots.png has been noted since ancient times. Nevertheless, the two circles often get confused, especially since a circle may be viewed as a ‘simple’ circle and an ‘sophiscicated’ circle. Kirti Mukha belongs to the latter.

Most people today believe the simple or two dimensional circle is the real circle. This is because grammar school teachers have not been taught to acquaint children with the difference. This results in great confusion and misunderstanding between cultures today and in ancient times. With the circle perceived as having greater complexity in the East, it was projected there with great ingenuity in art.

Because in the East the circle was perceived as a body—at the very least as a body that had a  face—rather than being merely a stretched line, it manifested itself in the minds of the artists and others who meditated on the nature of reality, as Kirti Mukha.

So, what is a Kirti Mukha?

There is a story that explains it in very simple terms. Once upon a time there was a serpent. The serpent represented or stood for the wrath of God. On one day the God became so angry at a creature that He send the serpent after it—to either give him-her a poisonous bite or simply choke him-her to death. Nevertheless, a few moments later, God changed His mind and regretted that he had sent the serpent on its lethal mission. What was God to do now? He transmitted to the serpent a mental message: “Desist from attacking X, but turn your (mine) anger against yourself instead. Devour yourself to the point where there is nothing more of you for you to devour.”

The serpent obeyed and devoured itself until it came to its face and could devour itself no more. Thus, the serpent of the face became known as Kirti Mukha or Face of Glory.

Interestingly, the story does not end here. The Face of Glory was still possessed by great anger and the desire to put an end to itself. But how was it to accomplish this? It became a pure mathematical problem: How is a zero (0), that is to say a circle, to disappear?

It can do so by dividing itself in half. And how is a circle to divide itself in half? It can do so by dividing itself into two parenthesis ( ). It accomplishes this by growing out of its face, so to speak, two great horns or tusks. When these are fully grown, each horn turns into a monstrous giant with a ready spear in hand. The ancient Greeks had a fairy-tale, in which two such giants, known as Otus and Ephialtes, twins born of the Earth-Mother Artemis, when fully grown, conceived a sexual desire for their mother and decided to seize her, when she was off guard.

One early fall day, when the two giants and their mother had gone into the wood to pick mushrooms, the twins decided to do the rape. They had come to a small clearing in the middle of the wood. Artemis was at the centre of the clearing, while the twins were at the edge of the wood on the left and right of her. This was it:

Otus and Ephialtes drew back their arms with the spears ready to fly. The tips of the spears, polished shiny, glinted in the sun. The Earth Mother caught the glint out of the corner of her eye. She understood in an instant in what was happening, and in an instant she turned herself into a roe and took a high leap into the air. The spears of the two giants missed hitting her, but passed harmlessly through her legs, continued to travel, then each hit the twin on the opposing end of the clearing.

Needless to say, both of the giants fell dead.

There are many variations of this story. One of the most famous ones also comes from the Greeks. We may remember, that the Greek Adam was called King Cadmus, maybe also the Red King http://www.winsornewton.com/resource-centre/product-articles/vermilion-cadmium-red . Cadmus created himself warriors by breaking out the teeth of a great Serpent that he had overcome. He sowed the teeth into two rows, and from the seeds sprung two rows of fully armed men.

To put life into the men, Cadmus threw between them a stone, which the men interpreted to have been thrown by the men in the opposite row from them. An immediate fight between the two rows ensued. The fight ended only when both rows of men had mutually destroyed each other.

Furthermore, this story has an echo in the grandson of Cadmus, known to the Greeks King Oedipus. King Oedipus had twins by his mother, Polyneicis and Eteokles. These sons, too, killed each other.

The topological circle, the one that is not for ever closed, but from which there is an escape, may also be presented in non visual ways.

One such way is embedded in our language, where we continue to propagate the tooth of seed through a mental process known as pareidolia or uninhibited associatio. While association of like and unlike is manifest in many ways, one is through cognates.

Such cognates are for example, names, such as Yan, Ivan, Ion, Don, Dion, Zhan, Gan, Gen, Gion, Hans, Han, Huat, etc. One such surprising association of John maybe the name of the Indian saint, re Gandhi = Yandhi.

Unfortunately, with the arrival of ‘science’ and its insistence on rigid proof that 1=1, pareidolia was dismissed as both inconsequential and delusional.

Nevertheless, the more imaginative among scientists will see how the representation of the topological circle is likely an early representation of quantum mechanics, i.e., the ‘gap’ of quantum mechanics, is presented not as a separation between an electron or particle in one instance and in another instance as a wave, but by a twist acting as a separation or illusion of separation.

The ‘simple’ vs the ‘topological twist’ is represented also within the solar system, where the moon represents a simple circle illuminated only on one side, whereas the Earth is like a topological a circle rotating about the sun and illumined on both of its sides, which allows our planet to escape the rigor mortis that grips the moon.

To repeat, the link that connects both sides of a circle is a simple ‘twist’, and is represented by the virtual figure of the number 8. It is not a mere accident that 8 is said to represent eternity. The simple version of the circle dominated the Western perceptions and is seen as a two-dimensional circle or serpent called a Ouroboros, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ouroboros. However, the Ouroboros never becomes a face, but remains a closed circle, from which one cannot escape.

Perhaps the reason has something to do with the repression by neo-Christians of the arch-Christians, the so-called ‘heretics’, catars, bogomils, et al, who were accused of ‘dualism’ or manichaeism http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manichaeism , of seeing God as both ‘good’ and ‘evil’, which was anathema to the Catholic Church, which was charged by its sponsors, the wealthy castes of the West, to never to depart from a positivist interpretation of reality. Thus, while the West has so many ‘creative’ designers, all consumer products, over and above the necessities, are boring junk.

Chapter 10

The Heisenberg Orgasm
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Basil and Jesus, both equal in their love of ‘God’ are dead. As a later blog explains, ‘Basil’ was born of a peculiarity of language: it is still in its ‘oral’ and ‘fluid’ state, while ‘Jesus’ comes of language that is ‘written’ and, thus, in ‘solid’ state.

These blogs argue that human beings of the oral tradition are more atheistic in their way of life (they have no written texts to make them appear to survive themselves), at the same time as they are more consumed and possessed with a sense of the divine. Our ‘atheist’ ancestors, seeing the true colors of their environment more clearly, because less encumbered by virtual reality, thought of life as being more precious than we do and acted on that perception on a daily basis; while human beings raised by the written tradition have come to see themselves as ipso facto deistic particles. Deism makes our thought processes less flexible. The latter state is illustrated by the prejudice exhibited by the hullabaloo accompanying the “God particle”, even though ‘proof’ of its existence is no greater than what Heisenberg propounded nearly a century ago in his Quantum Mechanics theory http://www.thefreedictionary.com/Quantum+mechanical+laws : if you look for a particle, a particle is what you will find, whereas if you look for a wave, it is a wave that you will see. To add some humor: a tomato cannot be a tomato and tomato juice at one and the same time. It is either one or the other, but not both.

‘Scientific prejudice’ constructs God out of its own prejudice. Indeed, so it does. However, because God cannot remain a tomato forever, a ‘historic necessity’ in due time turns it into a wave, an Act, at which stage God is more likely to look like an eel near the shore of Easter Islands, that becomes erect upon seeing a maiden come to the ocean to bathe. Of course, once he has achieved a Heisenberg orgasm (i.e., ‘jumped the cut’ from ‘that’ to ‘who’), he relaxes, becomes transparent, and vanishes.

I don’t know about the reader, but in so far as I write to fix my thoughts for myself, I believe God is with me, from the time I am born.

Like all newborns, at the time of my birth, I was at first presumptuous in my expectations. My behavior indicated that I presumed that someone wanted me to be born into their life. I was confirmed in this presumption by the fact that the woman who gave birth to me offered me her breast. I was nursed, I was cooed and sung to, and arms were put into the form of a cradle so they could swing me back and forth. I heard said that I was grandfather’s grandson and a grandchild to more than one. Grandmother took a special interest in me.

I soon learned, however, that all that I wanted or presumed that I wanted, I could not have. That is when I learned to demand by crying and screaming, an activity that made me conscious of myself and bound me ever closer to my body.

Of course, I did not know what I was crying for. When I had cried my fill and still was not satisfied, my body became weary, drowsy, and brought me sleep. That is when I heard a voice teach me to sing these words: “Now I wish to go to sleep/, Father, lead me to a dreamland sweet,/ Please keep mama and papa safe,/ may I never go for want.”

When I was still small, I had a strange dream. I was floating among pink clouds. The horizon moved in a circle around me. On occasion, I was as if outside the circle, which is when I saw that it was an enormous doughnut shaped mass of clay-like matter. When I was within the circle, it felt as if I the doughnut was sucking me into itself. This caused me a suffocating feeling. I woke up crying, and I did not stop until mother came to comfort me. From the time the nightmarish dream (it repeated itself for several years), I could not sleep unless there was a nightlight beside my bed.

When I was old enough and it was thought that I could be trusted to take care of myself, I took the occasion to fall into the garden pool. It was deep enough to drown in, but I managed to grab hold of the rim of the pool. A friend, a boy my own age, was present when the accident happened. He presumed that I was done for, made believe he saw nothing, and ran home.

On my sixth birthday, my father presented me with a toy rifle. It came with a pink paper roll in which was imbedded explosive matter the size of a match head. When I saw the rifle, I began crying and would not take it. My father had to demonstrate that it was only a toy. I have no idea where the idea that it was a deadly weapon came from. Apparently, it was from something that I had heard or read. I was reading newspapers and looking at pictures of weekend magazine editions at an early age. It was July, 1939, and talk of war was in the air. Germany attacked Poland a few months later.

A few weeks before my eighth birthday, my father took his entire family to live with relatives in a distant part of the country, where I had never been before. When in the winter (1941) my father returned to the city, he was arrested, and thereafter I never saw him again.

When an uncle came to visit us in the countryside, I remember asking him if he could tell me who ‘God’ was. He replied: “You will know, when you grow up.” The answer stuck in my mind, because as I grew older and expected to become smarter, the meaning never became clearer.

Because I read a lot, I knew that at other times, people had believed not in one ‘God’, but many ‘Gods’. Unfortunately, no one explained to me that the Sun ‘Goddess’ was a symbol for light; or that ‘God’ stood denial of Death and was a symbol for when I no longer would be on Earth. Eventually, I began to figure things out for myself, but the tradition of avoiding questions about ‘God’ (except for unpleasant assertions about ‘God’s’ nature by men in black frocks and white collars) assuredly caused a delay in “growing up” and learning about ‘God’ on my own.

Now that I know that people have been as puzzled about the meaning of ‘God’ long before me, and that there has appeared no Einstein, with a theory about the reality of ‘God’, I have come around to thinking that in order for ‘God’ to prove to himself that he is real in an organic sense, he has to die.

Because human life is so short, it means that if ‘God’ comes into the environment of planet Earth, he has to die all the time. Being dead and surviving death to die again is the only way ‘God’, I, and others may prove to ourselves that there is a ‘God’. God does not stand for ‘life’ as some cardinals claim, but stands for humans as a community (Ecclesiastes 4:12).

Only a human being who is a Bogomil, a lover of ‘God’, can prove ‘God’s existence, both, to ‘God’ and to him- or herself through an Act. When all is said and done, God is more real when he has no body or name, but is embodied in an Act on behalf of a community and an Act originating out of a community.

Chapter 9
Money Makes Community?
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After the lessons of the Bacchanal (the name comes from the name of the Roman God of wine, thus perhaps meaning events at a debauch) were absorbed, the city was let survive without the intercession of laws. The tragedy of King Pentheus’ mother Evanka (Agave), who had cut off the head of her of son, became known far and wide. Fiery upturned trees, symbolizing a community uprooted by a city, the crevices between roots filled with pitch or resin, sometimes holding the head of a he-goat (trag in greek=he-goat),  rose in the sky as flaming torches at, both, summer and winter solstices.

The ritualistic ‘Bacchanal’ that was celebrated at the foot of the tree or pole that held the roots came to be called a tragedy or “Theatre of ‘sacrificial violence’” http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ren%C3%A9 Girard . Many hundred years of peace followed. Playwright Euripides most likely wrote the tragedy as a reminder what happens when the effects of reality wear off and violence begins to reemerge.

Dionysus, who had escaped the riot police of Thebes, became a theatre director and came to visit Thebes every year at Midsummer. The ritual-play reminded everyone of the bloody event that had cost the citizens of Thebes their sanity and King Pentheus his head and why it had happened. Cities all over the world learned from the event.

This is not to say that a ‘sacrificial event’ is everywhere the same. As we may remember (see Ch. 1), Jesus the Bogomil died in Constantinople as a result of being pushed into a roaring pit of fire. In Latvia, one of its kings was captured by an enemy and killed by the heat of a red hot iron crown that was put on his head. This is why the Latvians still light a ‘live’ fire and raise it into the air on Missummer’s Eve Festival of Dionysus-Yahnyi.

Alas, the Latvians no longer remember that the wood baskets that they raise were once the roots of an upturned tree. Nevertheless, we may guess that the reason goes back to Euripides’  “The Bacchae”, and the daring and—at the horrific—ritual invented by the King’s mother to detract everyone’s attention from her own bloody act. Indeed, her act, the invention of the ritual in which she places her son’s head among the roots of the tree, then raises the resin coated roots and stem, burning, into the sky as if it were the sun, may be viewed as the first act of theatre and tragedy.

While today the tradition of Midsummer’s Eve and Dionysian Festival—along with self-sacrifice as a communal custom—is long dead and gone, and organizers of Midsummer events have substituted the long ago community religious ritual with conventional entertainment by pop music and (at Stonhenge) with pseudo Celtic priests doing nothing, a writer’s imagination may, nevertheless, evoke the event with its religious meaning intact. Thus, the following is for the reader’s imagination, his-her own theatre in the head:

Imagine that the public brings to the Stonehenge a tree uprooted by a storm and with its roots still intact. The roots are then covered with tar, the tar is put to fire, and the tree is raised (upside down and with appropriate pulleys) in the air. After the roots have burnt and the fire has exhausted itself, the trunk of the tree is lowered; the burnt end of the stump is severed from the trunk and carried to a place of honor, where it stands until the arrival of the winter solstice.

Sadly, no one in Europe remembers today remembers that to keep the community strong, the head of the community once had to sacrifice his-her head to prove his-her right to have been its leader.

Today the pseudo heads of European governments receive upon retirement a political promotion to a backbench EU office in Brussels, or a chair on the advisory committee of a private company, or take a comfortable retirement check.*

Brussels, the capital city imposed on the European Union by European political elites, today suffers from a greater plague than Thebes ever did yesteryear. Brussels, built over the bodies of more than ten million Africans and over thousands of severed hands and legs of African children http://www.enotes.com/king-leopold-ii-congo-reference/king-leopold-ii-congo , all dead or crippled at the behest of King Leopold II of Belgium, is a city built with Money earned with more blood and pain than any other city in Europe. The urban monster—remade in the image of a seemingly kindly uncle from the EU and former premier of Belgium Herman van Rompuy—now proposes to compress European nations into a federated ‘black hole’ at Brussels, which is to play the role of a gravitational ‘attractant’ for the future of Europe. The key and lead word here is “global governance”. http://thenewamerican.com/world-news/europe/item/14041-bild --without ever asking the people of Europe what they think of it.

Nevertheless, in spite of the king’s head as an object of sacrifice, nothing ‘refreshes’ for the public its sense of awe so much as someone taking self-sacrifice for the sake of the community seriously http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-europe-22620143 . For all the masterful staging of the ‘reality’ of the EU, it remains (now that the Money for the rigging is gone and unlikely to return) an unconvincing spectacle https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TcR1cG_LZSQ.

Without necessarily agreeing with England’s PM Cameron on all his arguments (at above link), I agree on his basic principle, i.e. no lesser sovereignty any European country than England, no lesser choice to determine its national life and culture, an in and out choice with regard to the union, and so on.

Unfortunately, self-sacrifice has been removed as an agent of good government ever since the Superego of God has been replaced by the Superego of Money. This phenomenon (of Money determining the kind of government rules over a people) has only recently begun to return the swing of the scales toward a balance, which, hopefully, will bring our planet out of  the danger zone.

Our planet lies in tatters as the living land is turned into a desert; as arguments for increased energy supplies dismiss the tattered nature of the planet as irrelevant to its survival; as city life continues to be praised even as the city increasingly resembles the environment of a desert; and as the trillions in dollars that have been borrowed against the future are already causing innumerable deaths among adults and children of the population at large; and as the community of humans has been shattered by the Superego of Money for well over a century already.

In a matter of only a few centuries (predominantly the 19^th & 20^th) attachments that held human beings together as a community were politically invalidated and eliminated as effectively as the European Union has been hoisted on the people of Europe. With the arrival of the 21^st century so-called ‘atheism’ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gx3_2lpvZKM , propelled by the inertia of Money (in spite of it becoming soon valueless) is advertising itself as irresponsibly as advertising that sells ‘sterile optimism’ in futuristic consumer items.

Chapter 8B
The Urban Trap
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On the green planet, the city is the third pole, on two of which ought to stand the wood.

The city, however, is the only pole that has been allowed to expand, cancer-like, to consume and destroy the wood and most of the wild life therein. Because the dying and destruction of the green is not yet complete and is awaiting completion, those still living there are living in a Purgatory known to no poet. We are at a circle known as ‘sinking Fukushimaplant #4’ http://www.infowars.com/ground-under-fukushima-unit-4-sinKing-structure-on-verge-of-complete-collapse/.

One may describe our Purgatory as a space a-buzz with news, rumors, filled with hyperactive anxiety, and random murders. Everyone who anticipates the future has his-her expectations focused on the coming ‘death blow’. This is to say, most everyone regards it a joke. Lady Gaga is more popular than ever, while Madonna’s politics is all about “Pussy Riot”(ing) at a church, and yet others are trying to preempt Purgatory of influence and are committing suicide to save Paradise. Like the Chinese leadership does to the Tibetans (repress them and force them to immolate themselves to be heard and seen), Western leaders do to their own in their own way.

No one is sure any longer what, besides children, is there to save. The news media presents its audience with news sufficiently insane for the audience to suspect double trouble ahead: the monsters, now draft age and trained in military camps, are coming home to serve.

Though the media is warning that humans ought not, nay, may not, give in to feelings of surrender and must maintain a ‘positive’ face in the face of imminent collapse, the ‘positive’ cancels and trumps ‘save’ by promoting cars that run on batteries charged with fuel produced by nuclear power plants in Russia, while teenage boys dream of driving ever faster.

Bread is slated to rise in price; those receiving food stamps are doubling in numbers; though government has no food reserves; and subsistence economy is soon likely to prove to be the only economy around. Unfortunately, there is no discussion as yet that politicians should start making token sacrifices (if they really want the office) by putting their little fingers under a laser blade, and pickling their pinkies in transparent jars placed on the speaker podiums of Beacon Hill, Capitol Hill, Kremlin, Heavenly City, Riga Parliament, on and on, for all to see.

Some think that such evidence of self-sacrifice is grotesque and obscene; nevertheless, it is common knowledge that in desperate times people demand and are swayed by desperate measures. History records a variety of such spontaneous and despondent measures. For the Aztecs the sun refused to rise until Nanauatzin (the Pimply Populist) jumped into the pit of fire. The King of the Bogomils, too, surrendered to fire. One of the oldest stories recorded is a play by the Greek playwright Euripedes. The play is called “Bacchae”, and it centers on the sacrifice of the King's head.

The story: The God Dionysus (God of sex and love, not fertility, appears in Thebes  wearing a wreath of oak leaves—as in most European cultures of archaic moment. Dionysus has many followers, especially among women. The tradition harks to the days when human beings lived in the wood, and Dionysus and the Sumerian Goddess of Love Ianna were guardians of life and sexual freedom. Dionysus was the women’s equivalent of “der Ewige Man” (the eternally manly) as centuries later the German poet Goethe created “das Ewig Weibliche”, the eternal womanly.

Dionysus quickly gathers about him the women of Thebes and leads them in a ‘bacchanal’, a kind of irregular line dance, out of the city and up the stony and woody slopes of Mt. Cithaeron. The purpose of the rite is to raise the Sun Goddess (just as the Aztecs had to), to get her to move out of a tall pine where she has got stuck during the morning's sunrise. Incidentally, all this occurs on Midsummer Eve.

This ‘bacchanal’ is no ordinary dance, but one that measures as a category 6 cyclone. As Dionysus’ followers advance through Thebes, the participants smash the windows of boutiques, break into wine cellars and smash expensive wine bottles, upturn the carts of vegetable traders and fish mongers, leaves of cannabis are burnt as incense. When they reach the outskirts of Thebes, the women catch the cackling and scattering chickens, and tear wing, leg, and head from body, and wave the bleeding and mutilated remains about their heads. Some women catch young calves and lambs and do the same with their body parts. They pull caches of cool butter from the water wells of peasants, smear themselves with butter, and threw themselves with ashes and fragments of coal from extinct fireplaces. Old women hump young women, and young women catch young goatherds or any man within reach, wrestle them to the ground and jerk them off. The men though horrified cannot help getting a hard-on. The ‘bacchantes’ leave behind them ground soaked with blood, moaning men crawling through all kinds of debris, and a sight reminiscent of chaos. All of this is because the Sun is standing still.

When Dionysus came to visit Thebes, all women joined him in the ‘bacchanal’. This was because the women, having been born in the wood, had become disillusioned with city life, felt they had been put in a prison. They were particularly incensed with men, because the King had imprisoned them in a quarter, which he called ‘Harem’ (a barn for washing sheep wool). Though the quarter had a swimming pool and the guards were eunuchs, the women still believed the place a prison. The 'Y(h)arem' bath house, beside where wool was bathed, was also where the King baptized the men whom he recruited to his cause by letting them enjoy 'a gang bang' at his and the women’s expense.

Dionysus had the entire screaming Yarem following him. All the women had blood flowing down their thighs. When the tornado or bacchanal was at its height, a great pit was dug at a ceremonial clearing in the wood and was filled with all kinds of fallen branches and piles of dry moss. Then a fire was put to it, and the women looked up to the tall pine just a little ways off, to where the Sun was supposed to be caught up in the branches. Instead of the Sun, what the women saw was King Pentheus of Thebes.

How did the King get there in place the Sun?

Briefly, the King had heard a rumor that the Bacchantes were a group of women indulging in pornographic displays of themselves. Starved of sexuality in his own urban atmosphere, he was more than curious to see the promised orgy. He had his guards secure for him a stand in the very tree the Sun was to have been stuck (of course, She was only a paper mache imitation), and had climbed up the tree from which to better see the events below.

When the Bacchantes saw that it was King Pentheus, all went wild. Some screamed, some stuck themselves with sharpened sticks of wood until they bled, some ran to the pine and began to climb up after Pentheus. Dionysus (in some countries he is known by the name of Ian, Ivan, Jean, John, etc.) calmly looked on and egged the women on, saying: "That bastard has stolen the Sun, get him!"

When the women had climbed the tree, they grabbed at King Pentheus legs and clothes and let themselves hang free. With all the weight pulling on him, Pentheus began to fall. He slid down the branches until he and the women fell into a yet larger crowd of women who had meanwhile gathered at the bottom of the tree.

One of the women known as Ianna, Evanka or Agave (the name depends on the ethnic origin of the story teller), ran up to the King, sat herself across his shoulders and seized his head. She twisted King Pentheus' head until she had twisted it right off his body.

Suddenly, Eveanna screamed: “Have mercy, John! Give us back our Sun!” she cried as she raised the King’s head into the air for everyone to see. Clots of blood slowly dripped to the ground from the edges of the severed neck.

As Eveanna screamed, the bacchantes reversed the direction of their wild dance and rushed, with Eveanna holding the King’s head before her as if it were some lantern for the market place and city square of Thebes again, where they threw the head into the outdoor toilet that stood at the centre of the square. All the women took turns sitting on the throne, which was called Cassiopeia, a name borrowed from a constellation of stars, generally located just above our heads, in the Milky Way.

When the ritual was done, Dionysus placed his finger between his lips and began ululating; the bacchantes joined him, then screamed:

“May the bleeding acorn burst forth the future wood!”

“Ayee! Ayee! Leego! Leego!” screamed the Bacchantes who had remained on the mountain. As of one mind, they closed around the corpse of King Pentheus. A few moments later one held up the King's lungs. Apparently the Bacchantes had torn them from the King’s rib cage. Perhaps it was at this time when, as the lungs deflated, they expelled a sound that later everyone insisted had moaned the word “ma-ma".

It was only now when the horns of the King’s body guard were heard as they guards rushed up Mt. Cithaeron to save the King.

“Sweet breasts of mother,” muttered Dionysus and stealthily disappeared among the trees in the grove that flanked the clearing.

Many years later a poet wrote a poem of a flee disappearing in the pubic hair of a lover and was never caught, because it managed to emerged on the side of the arse hole and jumped while the arse hung over the castle’s battlement.

Dionysus was not seen again until the Midsummer Festival of the following year.

However, the story is not yet finished.

Eventually, the shit-covered head of King Pentheus was retrieved from the toilet and washed. Only then the woman Eveanna, who was the mother of the King, discover that the head belonged to her son. Needless to say, she screamed and tore out all her hair. Many friends of her did likewise. Some say that out of these events was born what we know as the tragic theatre.

The great problem of the Bacchantes was that the Sun, which they had gone to the mountain to free from the pine tree, had not risen and was still nowhere to be seen. It was the mother of King Pentheus herself who came up with the solution.

She took the cleaned head, and led the Bacchantes back up Mt. Citheron once more. Once on the mountain and at the fire pit (it was still smoldering), the Bacchantes dug a hole around the pine until the tree fell of its own accord. Then the women shortened the trunk of the tree, and stuck what would have been its top into the pit of fire with its roots in the air. Then they set King Pentheus' head into a bucked filled with pitch of pine and set the bucked among the roots. Then they threw more wood into the pit, until another huge fire rose and consumed the roots of the tree and the bucket with the head of the King in it.

Henceforth, this event became part of a story of how the Sun, who up to that time had been a woman, became of male gender.

In the years that followed, the head of the King was often replaced by the head of a sacrificed billy goat. The bucket of pine pitch was replaced by a huge barrel of oak and, at least among the Latvians, it was then raised high into the sky. To this day, some continue to tell that this burning barrel represents the Sun set to move around the Earth again. Unfortunately, most Latvians have forgot the story, celebrate the Mid Summer Festival as a festival for getting drunk, then killing themselves driving at fast speed into ditches along the road of their now deforested land.
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A late variant of the story tells that when Dionysus returned on the following year, he was followed by a group of men, all of who wore around their necks wreaths of oak leaves. When they came to Thebes, Dionysus and the men were met by a group of women with whips of birch in hand.

The women made the men, including Dionysus, stand along the bare slopes of Mt. Cithaeron. Then they and their children whipped the men’s bare legs until they screamed from pain. The women encouraged the men to scream ever louder and did not stop whipping them until their families or some merciful stranger came and planted in the place they were standing a sapling tree.

Sometimes, if no one interfered on behalf of the man and the man stood silent, a woman came and gnashed her teeth in his ear, and whispered in a chilling voice: “How would you like me to cut IT off with my teeth!?” Most men resumed their howling. That is how the Latvian wood began to be replanted.

Chapter 7
The Apocalypse Begins
© Eso A.B.

As noted in the Introduction (Ch. 1), Basil/Jesus the Bogomil was killed by fire and cremated (1118) in a pit dug on the grounds of the Hippodrome in Constantinople (now Istanbul).

Death by fire had its origins in the ‘fur’ or ‘pelt tax’ (no, no archeologists confirm this). Pressing the natives to deliver ever more furs (to Vikings and formerly holy Kings under attack by the invaders) involved threats to ‘primitive’ families and life, which, in turn, resulted in the natives turning to dehumanizing themselves enmasse, slaughtering animals, re: driving them over cliffs and using fire to act as the driving mechanism.

Needless to say, ‘primitive’ culture that had looked on all living beings as having equal value before the ‘Creator’ as themselves, soon became demoralized. Old bonds disintegrated. Because fires often burn out of control, a fire set to drive animals may result in loss of human life as well. The ‘primitive’ view that trees, especially old trees, are to be venerated as representatives of the spirits of ancestors disappeared, and with it respect for the wood as a sacred place, perhaps even Paradise. Fires leave terrible scars, and this fact in itself became, first, a tool to threaten with; second, a weapon of torture; third, a means of execution; fourth a way to disappear evidence of the past.

The campaigns against all things 'wild' that were not yet subject to self-appointed 'aliens' (ārāji) were led by the symbolic King Goldenlocks of the Haves (mentioned in the preceding two chapters). The 'Habs' or 'Havs', soon stood as symbols for forces which had learned the trick of living well by, first, demonizing animals, then by repressing fellow men, then by fighting wars for supremacy among themselves. In other words, the so-called "primitives" were none other than ordinary men and women living their lives in a manner they had done for tens of thousand years preceding the appearance of this ‘alien’/ārāji and so-called Arian social tumor.

Not surprisingly, this is the time when there began to spread a rumor that 'the end of days' was near. According the Russian mathematician and historian, “The Apocalypse” was written in 1486 in anticipation of The Apocalypse in 1492.*

Much tax money was raised at the expense of the destruction of the great woods http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Forest_Finns . As the link says, the forest Finns “…had their origin in the Swedish colonization policy in Finland, a part of the Swedish Empire since the 13th century.” This was the pre-Apocalyptic time. In early times the wood covered much of our planet, whether one traveled north or south, east or west. After the forest and the life it supported destroyed, the empty space was replaced by arable land on which grain (rye) was raised http://www.monetary.org/a-brief-history-of-interest/2010/12 for profit. The rye also supported a life, but this form of life was largely limited to humans, who--no longer needing to share the bounty of the woods (berries, nuts, mushrooms) multiplied like rats in the barn of Swedish nobles. As we know, mice, rats, rabbits, sparrows, beavers, wolves https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFL9buII6HFiG6YvPSG-0bp_V5N6CqUHwBdMizzqmq_h6GWvJ9dqjPUKvVWBOwuWRIyIYCDQqOxLnOWcibYNjziWJpfblhhp2pgikw9Fv0BvQiiUZCXK64hGGV3LVvjX0P_J79KqzrRWsK/s400/wolf+pelts.jpg , and later wild pigs were exterminate in huge numbers. As if their minds were genetically modified, the post-woods humans believed, with heart and soul, that desertification of planet Earth was their mission and crude lies sufficed to justify it. The native inhabitants of our planet, the people of the wood, were demoted to being ‘pagans’, a word that does not mean un-Christians, but sub-humans.

One of the 'alien' kings who was part of this destructive phenomenon and participated in holocausting human beings as well as the wood was King Alexius I of Byzantium. As the king’s implausibly (dehumanized) adoring daughter Anna Comnena notes in her book, “The Aleksiad” (Ch. 15), “…a huge fire was kindled….” Aside from being a spectacular event, apparently such spectacles were not an unusual sight. Huge logs filled a deep pit, and to make human sacrifice all the more spectacular and advertise the 'aliens' power (yes, Anna, was one of them) the Holy King Basil was thrown into “…the fire [of which] … the flames [were] rising and shooting out fiery sparks with a noise like thunder….” Such pits and piles of fire (whether they burned men or bricks does not matter) consumed not only Basil cum thousands of ordinary men and women, but changed the habitat of life on Earth for hundreds of thousands of years to come and eliminated many species of wild life, which planet Earth had come to support in the wood: a kingdom of a natural democracy.

Most of the cataclysmic weather changes in the world were not due to meteors hitting the earth or volcanic eruptions (as 'experts' and 'scientists' apologists now try to tell us), but were due to the abuse of the wood by an 'alien' class of human beings http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Famine_of_1315%E2%80%931317 , who came to seize ‘secular leadership positions’ among ‘primitive’ religious societies. The rapid growth of human numbers at that time--as mentioned in the link--was due to the clearing of our planet of wild-life, the burning of the wood, and the institution of “human rights” such as had never been foreseen by the Creatrix. While ‘human rights’ in due course created a destructive civilization, originally it was meant only for princes and nobles.

While great changes took place on our planet beginning with the Miocene to Pliocene epochs, these changes were gradual rather than cataclysmic. Though the Miocene is a time when the Himalayan Uplift was at its most active and great changes took place in geography, the vibrations caused by earthquakes, did not make our planet less fertile or less populated by wild-life--except in limited locations. Indeed, the epoch is also noted for a transition from a warmer and moister climate to a cooler and dryer one. The Miocene began about 25 million years ago and ended 12 or 13 million years ago. The Pliocene, beginning and ending about 3 million years ago, ended in the Pleistocene epoch. Nevertheless, the changes were gradual enough for wild-life which in earlier epochs had lived in the wood to begin an evolutionary readjustment to a drier period on the savannah http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Savanna.

According to professor Robin Fox (“The Red Lamp of Incest”) “…a number of observers have pointed out that the multi-male system characterizes the primates in the forest, the woodland, and the tree savanna, while in the desert, the one-male system prevails.” (p. 118) This observation is an interesting one. Even if the main events happened millions of years ago, there are enough suggestions—judging from primate behavior in our own day—to think of not only the already given conclusion, but to imagine how a change from a life in the wood from times immemorial, led to the repression of the female of the primate species, when the mother and daughters were forced to move and live without the protection of the wood (symbolically represented by the apple and cherry trees).

How much greater the repression of social democracy among human beings, when during the last thousand years, they were thrust into a space where a desertified landscape predominated.

The ultimate steps, of course, led to an imprisonment in what some proudly, but mindlessly hail as the ‘urban environment’. Few note the sterility of this environment, though it should be obvious from the number of ‘creative designers’ who suck sand and  have no idea they themselves are of no more than some sand and cement and water mixed.

It does not take a military genius to realize that humans who live in a wood are better protected from their fellow humans by trees and leaf, than those who live in tin shacks or brick apartments are protected from the urban police policing the economy on behalf of ‘democracy’ dominated by banks. One only has to take a quick pedestrian look at Rio de Janeiro http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1XC9TyIVZEg or Detroit http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LTQFtNLvcl8.

Most of us have read the story of how in 9 AD a Roman general named Varus lost three armed legions to ‘primitive’ German tribesmen led by one Armenius in the Teutoburg Forest http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teutoburg_Forest. Most of us know of guerilla warfare, much of which (at least in the past) took place because the guerillas were able to take advantage of tree cover in the cover.

One of the great wars of the latter half of the twentieth century, the Vietnam War http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vietnam_War, found the self-destructive nation of United States of America (occupied by a wholly 'alienated' humankind) not only fighting Vietnam's tropical jungle, but losing the war due to the enduring nature of the Vietnam wood, which was rather literally breathing tropical steam supplied by the Mekong River. However, as the following clip shows, today the Mekong is being dried for the sake of ‘improving’ and bringing ‘progress’ to a culture of termites http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=trUCocM9FuA.

While Americans characterize the reason they fought the Vietnam War as an attempt to ‘contain evil’ communism, and claim to have won the war, there is reason for viewing the war as originating with an 'alien' (specifically European and American) urban civilization attempting to desertify the remaining landmass of our planet by eliminating its remaining woods and subjecting the majority of humankind to a minority of urban elites. In other words, the strategy of the American liberal capitalist social order may be characterized as self-destructive by means of subjecting humankind to a select group of psycho pathological secularists.

[In light of this annihilation of our planet, some readers may be interested to read my blog 20 (above), “The Despair of Stalin 1”. I argue that Stalin was not without his reasons. The persistence of capitalist aggression as expressed by the nature of American “desert” warfare is best seen in the current ‘craze’ to use unmanned planes or drones as attack vehicles on literally anyone who opposes http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UdbV5J20mpw government agencies in service of banks and other mega-private interests.] The greatest danger to a new born in our age is not a miscarriage suffered by his-her mother, but an American military prick jerking himself off on death in a military van http://www.theatlantic.com/politics/archive/2012/12/the-guilty-conscience-of-a-drone-pilot-who-killed-a-child/266453/ in Texas or New Mexico.

Advertising itself as a ‘great democracy’, the advantage of America over other nations is/was traceable to its origins. It had none of the war debts and rapacious cultural legacies of derelict European kingdoms. Its founders were also enthusiastic supporter of an emerging ‘scientific’ but no less psycho pathological cultural leadership of 'aliens' among its own. Indeed, American leadership may have been among the most psychopathological of the cultures of the day, simply because the nation escaped being popularly labeled a ‘colonial power’ and could pretend being ‘an innocent’ bystander. [This is evidenced by the American choice of an ‘innocent’ President in the figure of Obama.] Nevertheless, the aim—as evidenced by the present distress of the American people—has all along been for a minority of elites to colonize the body of the people in the way the eggs of a parasitic wasp eat out the body of a caterpillar https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vMG-LWyNcAs.

After a period of incubation, largely preoccupied with taking possession of a heretofore unoccupied continent (some would say—‘taking it away from the Indians’, especially during the 19^th century), America unleashed itself upon the new continent and beyond.

It is of some interest that the psychopathology of ‘secular’ America’s ‘alien’ leadership manifests itself in a philosophy of ‘growth’ and as an end in itself. It is even more interesting that at this time ‘growth’ has come up against a ceiling. Even though there are many who insist that such a ceiling is only apparent and due to short-term financial problems bound to be temporary, the surface of planet Earth has become (no if and buts) an ecological disaster zone.

There are many who perceive our planet’s political problem as being more than just a disaster. With overextension and overreach of life support, the ‘9/11 event’ of 2001 illustrates to just what degree Americans have come to depend on ‘spectacle’ as a reminder of reality. Having survived more than a century sitting on the shoulders of war and bluff, the Western world no longer recognizes itself as having a relationship to the wood or the world as a wilderness. The closest thing to the ‘wild’ in the 21^st century is to picture one’s self in a photo on the moon, arriving there at the cost of $50 million a ticket.

Anatoly Fomenko, “History: Fiction or Science”, vol. 1, p. 161.