Tuesday, 31 October 2017

Axiom 1087 - Celestial Biology - O Satan O Sun

Behemoth - O Father O Satan O Sun Lyrics

Our conception were like the ripples of a philosopher's stone through the whole prima materia ocean of our whole mind or mother and father.

There is a river from the sun unto the ocean of our lives.

It should be absolutely no insult to science or religion - far from it - that....

The fundamental or ultimate atomic and cosmic structure of life is the substance and language of our flesh and blood. This is pure science.

Truly, this is what "alchemy" always was - celestial electrochemistry.

Also See Axiom 1088 - Time

"Time is the substance of every story and the medium through which it passes. Time tells all things. The closest substance to that of Time were the flesh and blood of Man, of earth and water, air and fire."

Truly, this is what "alchemy" always was - celestial electrochemistry.

All knowledge is a story. All stories contain knowledge. 

All knowledge is a story within a story of our relationship to all that is Mother and all that is Father, to our whole celestial biology, to our whole cosmic and atomic environment. 

But history is about violence to our oral traditions and cognitive faculties in body and in the living Holy Bible of the Family Tree. History is, by its every word, an act of violence best depicted by the Xian Holy Bible. History is itself greater than the sum of all the violence that history describes and prescribes by making itself the medium of our lives, which is the purpose of all civilian and formal armed and labour forces, to disrupt and regulate - the better to extract human capital with the greatest amount of compliance and even pleasure, like an abused child might associate a token of his own abuse with a god or an orgasm - as the gold standard of "cutting edge communication" the substance and language of every organ and proportion of human knowledge and experience, of the history in our own flesh and blood, reading which, no other history would ever be sufficient in itself. This is why "Christ" is given a kind of seminal fluid or "sacred word" to spread, by the sword, to the rest of the world, that of the celestial family that even He is not related to and whose Holy Father sees as nothing better than an object of hate and torture in the name of love, of all our flesh and blood, and this from a God Father who is not even our flesh and blood and whose whole "family" is not even anatomically correct in order to confer, it would seem, the greatest amount of sexual potency upon him as he sneaks up on his virgin queen, rapes her, and convinces her that she is "still a virgin," thus torturing all metrics of any level of human masculine or feminine fertility and its truly celestial family biology. Jesus is not "the word made flesh" but Man's flesh and blood denuded as was that of Adam and Eve of all natural proportions, that of our most holy organs of communication denuded of all flesh and blood in order to deputize soldiers to help extract, though for their whole survival and that of their whole family at a neurochemical level, starting with their infant abortion in a military base called a Hospital, the "sol" or sun of sexual reproduction and to set families against families, fathers against sons and mothers against daughters in a manner that makes love and hate developmentally equivalent. Religion, spirituality and State labour cults were but socially-acceptable ways to hate your mother and father.

Our ancestors understood the symbiotic and isomorphic relationship between the communication of one's flesh and blood and that of all faculties of communication, of life. Fertility rites and the Word.

"For it will not be you speaking, but the Spirit of your Father speaking through you. Brother will betray brother to death, and a father his child; children will rise against their parents and have them put to death. You will be hated by everyone on account of My name, but the one who perseveres to the end will be saved.…

"Do not assume that I have come to bring peace to the earth; I have not come to bring peace, but a sword. For I have come to turn ‘A man against his father, a daughter against her mother, a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law. A man’s enemies will be the members of his own household.’…"

Matthew 10 

Matthew 15 About the Jewish "Masters" of Xianity
A Rabbinical Ante-Cult

21 Leaving that place, Jesus withdrew to the region of Tyre and Sidon. 22 A Canaanite woman from that vicinity came to him, crying out, “Lord, Son of David, have mercy on me! My daughter is demon-possessed and suffering terribly.”

23 Jesus did not answer a word. So his disciples came to him and urged him, “Send her away, for she keeps crying out after us.”

24 He answered, “I was sent only to the lost sheep of Israel.”

25 The woman came and knelt before him. “Lord, help me!” she said.

26 He replied, “It is not right to take the children’s bread and toss it to the dogs.”

27 “Yes it is, Lord,” she said. “Even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their master’s table.”

28 Then Jesus said to her, “Woman, you have great faith! Your request is granted.” And her daughter was healed at that moment.

"The Indian had always known he was not alone. He knew there were others, things that observed. When a man looked quickly up, was it a movement he saw or only his imagination?

"The terms we use for what is considered supernatural [I write, "supra-physical"] are woefully inadequate. Beyond such terms as ghost, specter, poltergeist, angel, devil, or spirit, might there not be something more our purposeful blindness has prevented us from understanding?

"We accept the fact that there may be other worlds out in space, but might there not be other worlds here? Other worlds, in other dimensions, coexistent with this?"

Haunted Mesa, Louis L'amour, Chapter III

Also See the first chapters of

The Way of the Scout [Apache Heritage], by Tome Brown, Jr.

How we read and our read, by every fact and feeling, by the whole environment. 

"[Edmund] Spenser designed his poem as a wheel, in which the action, instead of following in a simple line, rays out from its center and Gloriana's court, and then, in some way not arrived at by the poem, returns to that center again. The "Faerie Queene" [c. 1590] is a game played upon a wheel-shaped board, with each knight advancing or retreating along its spokes according to the cast of the dice announced in successive stanzas. Arthur appears to travel in a circle around the rim. Although he is supposed to be in search of the Faerie Queene, from whose court each of the other knights has come, he neither asks nor receives directions. The circular movement itself is a way of getting there. Ariosto saw his poem as a web woven by the artist who finds the most compelling reason for life in the pleasure that he takes in his control over the story which so aggressively refuses a simple chronological line, but weaves in and out with the greatest, almost perverse, complexity imaginable.

"The alternating viewpoint with which one is permitted to look at epic - the trompe-l'œil patterning - trains the mind and eye for the reintegration of the apparent opposites of action and contemplation. It works like a perspective picture of the interchanging patterns of figure and ground. We can neither stay with the story nor rest in the pattern; the story is not only an account of progress toward a goal, nor is the pattern a static rendering of experience. The story undercuts the value of action; the pattern is made up of unceasing motion. The ideal life of man, in which action and thought, body and soul, are integral with one another, is being restored, or achieved, by the demand that the poem makes upon the reader. As with immortality, by giving up the false contemplation represented by the Bower of Bliss, man learns true contemplation by immersing himself in the active pattern of life." 

Milton and His Epic Tradition, Joan Malory Webber, University of Washington Press, 1979, Part II, "The Tradition," Page 93 - 94

The talking occupies the world were drowned in violence
Compared to that a Motherland the soles of human feet
And they indeed to every league a child's righteousness
These wilds minds whose flesh and blood and sex were born to read


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