Showing posts with label Isis and Osiris. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Isis and Osiris. Show all posts

Friday, 20 May 2016


“We started talking Red and Blue,” 
Prince said. 

"So here’s how it is: you’ve got the Republicans, and basically they want to live according to this.” 

He pointed to a Bible. 

And then on the opposite end of the spectrum you’ve got blue, you’ve got the Democrats, and they’re, like, 
‘You can do whatever you want.’ 
Gay marriage, whatever. 

But neither of them is right.”

Purple does not exist in nature - it is the product of mixing together (alchemically), 
The Red and The Blue :

Communism + Capitalism

Republican + Democrat

Man + Woman


“Purple exceeds all colors in costliness and superiority of its delightful effect. It is obtained from a marine shellfish. …It has not the same shade in all the places where it is found, but is naturally qualified by the course of the sun”.

- Vitruvius 

Vitruvian Man

"The most favourable season for taking these [shellfish] is after the rising of the Dog-star, or else before spring; for when they have once discharged their waxy secretion, their juices have no consistency: this, however, is a fact unknown in the dyers' workshops, although it is a point of primary importance. 

After it is taken, the vein [i.e. hypobranchial gland] is extracted, which we have previously spoken of, to which it is requisite to add salt, a sextarius [about 20 fl. oz.] about to every hundred pounds of juice. It is sufficient to leave them to steep for a period of three days, and no more, for the fresher they are, the greater virtue there is in the liquor. 

It is then set to boil in vessels of tin [or lead], and every hundred amphoræ ought to be boiled down to five hundred pounds of dye, by the application of a moderate heat; for which purpose the vessel is placed at the end of a long funnel, which communicates with the furnace; while thus boiling, the liquor is skimmed from time to time, and with it the flesh, which necessarily adheres to the veins. 

About the tenth day, generally, the whole contents of the cauldron are in a liquefied state, upon which a fleece, from which the grease has been cleansed, is plunged into it by way of making trial; but until such time as the colour is found to satisfy the wishes of those preparing it, the liquor is still kept on the boil. 

The tint that inclines to red is looked upon as inferior to that which is of a blackish hue. The wool is left to lie in soak for five hours, and then, after carding it, it is thrown in again, until it has fully imbibed the colour.

Pliny The Elder

"Honorary Badges of distinction are to be conferred on the veteran Non-commissioned officers and soldiers of the army who have served more than three years with bravery, fidelity and good conduct; for this purpose a narrow piece of white cloath [sic] of an angular form is to be fixed to the left arm on the uniform Coat. Non commissioned officers and soldiers who have served with equal reputation more than six years are to be distinguished by two pieces of cloth set in parellel [sic] to each other in a simular [sic] form; should any who are not entitled to these honors have the insolence to assume the badges of them they shall be severely punished. On the other hand it is expected those gallant men who are thus designated will on all occasions be treated with particular confidence and consideration. "

George Washington's General Orders of August 7, 1782

Purple doesn't actually exist.

It's not in between Blue and Indigo, and it isn't between Indigo and Violet.

The Torah is written in code - several codes.

Every letter in Hebrew corresponds to a number, they didn't (and don't) have distinct systems of alphanumeric notation - that's in fact where the "Minus Six Million" messianic prophecy comes from.

The Hebrew characters for "Man" ("Adam") and "Woman" carry the numerical value of 1 and 2 respectively, while the character for "Child" corresponds to 3.

Purple does not exist in nature.

The only way to create Purple is by combining The Red with The Blue.

Does this sound silly? Well, it isn't. Black and White are non-existent colours also.

The Roman Republic first associated Purple with Civic Royalty and high, noble birth. Being able to afford it was sign you were descended from a great line of gods and heroes, going back to Mount Olympus. It was Constantine who first associated it with the High Catholic Clergy.

They were buying it from the Phoenicians, who were they only ones who knew how to extract a pure purple dye (in truly minuscule quantities) from this one specific species of sea snail they cultivated indoors and commercially, just as they did with oysters, muscles and other molloscs.

That snail is uniquely indigenous to those areas of the Mediterranean that were major centres on the Phoenician trade routes, and appears to have been first been introduced and exploited commercially by antedeluvian survivors of The Flood and refugees from Atlantis.

Recently, Prince hosted an executive who works for Philip Anschutz, the Christian businessman whose company owns the Staples Center. “We started talking Red and Blue,” Prince said. 

“People with money—money like that—are not affected by the stock market, and they’re not freaking out over anything. [The Green] They’re just watching. So here’s how it is: you’ve got the Republicans, and basically they want to live according to this.” He pointed to a Bible. “But there’s the problem of interpretation, and you’ve got some churches, some people, basically doing things and saying it comes from here, but it doesn’t. 

And then on the opposite end of the spectrum you’ve got blue, you’ve got the Democrats, and they’re, like, ‘You can do whatever you want.’ Gay marriage, whatever. But neither of them is right.”

When asked about his perspective on social issues—gay marriage, abortion—Prince tapped his Bible and said, “God came to earth and saw people sticking it wherever and doing it with whatever, and he just cleared it all out. 

He was, like, ‘Enough.’

That's why the sky is all Purple in 1999, why the rain is Purple, why Purple is Royal, and seductive and sexual.

Purple does not exist in nature - it is the product of mixing together (alchemically), The Red and The Blue :

Communism + Capitalism

Republican + Democrat

Man + Woman


Atlantis, the Antediluvian World

by Ignatius Donnelly, [1882], 


p. 308



NOT alone were the gods of the Greeks the deified kings of Atlantis, but we find that the mythology of the Phœnicians was drawn from the same source.

For instance, we find in the Phœnician cosmogony that the Titans (Rephaim) derive their origin from the Phœnician gods Agrus and Agrotus. This connects the Phœnicians with that island in the remote west, in the midst of ocean, where, according to the Greeks, the Titans dwelt.

According to Sanchoniathon, Ouranos was the son of Autochthon, and, according to Plato, Autochthon was one of the ten kings of Atlantis. He married his sister Ge. He is the Uranos of the Greeks, who was the son of Gæa (the earth), whom he married. The Phœnicians tell us, "Ouranos had by Ge four sons: Ilus (El), who is called Chronos, and Betylus (Beth-El), and Dagon, which signifies bread-corn, and Atlas (Tammuz?)." Here, again, we have the names of two other kings of Atlantis. These four sons probably represented four races, the offspring of the earth. The Greek Uranos was the father of Chronos, and the ancestor of Atlas. The Phœnician god Ouranos had a great many other wives: his wife Ge was jealous; they quarrelled, and he attempted to kill the children he had by her. This is the legend which the Greeks told of Zeus and Juno. In the Phœnician mythology Chronos raised a rebellion against Ouranos, and, after a great battle, dethroned him. In the Greek legends it is Zeus who attacks and overthrows his father, Chronos. Ouranos had a daughter called Astarte

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[paragraph continues] (Ashtoreth), another called Rhea. "And Dagon, after he had found out bread-corn and the plough, was called Zeus-Arotrius."

We find also, in the Phœnician legends, mention made of Poseidon, founder and king of Atlantis.

Chronos gave Attica to his daughter Athena, as in the Greek legends. In a time of plague be sacrificed his son to Ouranos, and "circumcised himself, and compelled his allies to do the same thing." It would thus appear that this singular rite, practised as we have seen by the Atlantidæ of the Old and New Worlds, the Egyptians, the Phœnicians, the Hebrews, the Ethiopians, the Mexicans, and the red men of America, dates back, as we might have expected, to Atlantis.

"Chronos visits the different regions of the habitable world."

He gave Egypt as a kingdom to the god Taaut, who had invented the alphabet. The Egyptians called him Thoth, and he was represented among them as "the god of letters, the clerk of the under-world," bearing a tablet, pen, and palm-branch.

This not only connects the Phœnicians with Atlantis, but shows the relations of Egyptian civilization to both Atlantis and the Phœnicians.

There can be no doubt that the royal personages who formed the gods of Greece were also the gods of the Phœnicians. We have seen the Autochthon of Plato reappearing in the Autochthon of the Phœnicians; the Atlas of Plato in the Atlas of the Phœnicians; the Poseidon of Plato in the Poseidon of the Phœnicians; while the kings Mestor and Mneseus of Plato are probably the gods Misor and Amynus of the Phœnicians.

Sanchoniathon tells us, after narrating all the discoveries by which the people advanced to civilization, that the Cabiri set down their records of the past by the command of the god Taaut, "and they delivered them to their successors and to foreigners, of whom one was Isiris (Osiris), the inventor of the three letters, the brother of Chua, who is called the first Phœnician."

p. 310

[paragraph continues] (Lenormant and Chevallier, "Ancient History of the East," vol. ii., p. 228.)

This would show that the first Phœnician came long after this line of the kings or gods, and that he was a foreigner, as compared with them; and, therefore, that it could not have been the Phœnicians proper who made the several inventions narrated by Sanchoniathon, but some other race, from whom the Phœnicians might have been descended.

And in the delivery of their records to the foreigner Osiris, the god of Egypt, we have another evidence that Egypt derived her civilization from Atlantis.

Max Müller says:

"The Semitic languages also are all varieties of one form of speech. Though we do not know that primitive language from which the Semitic dialects diverged, yet we know that at one time such language must have existed. . . . We cannot derive Hebrew from Sanscrit, or Sanscrit from Hebrew; but we can well understand bow both may have proceeded from one common source. They are both channels supplied from one river, and they carry, though not always on the surface, floating materials of language which challenge comparison, and have already yielded satisfactory results to careful analyzers." ("Outlines of Philosophy of History," vol. i., p. 475.)

There was an ancient tradition among the Persians that the Phœnicians migrated from the shores of the Erythræan Sea, and this has been supposed to mean the Persian Gulf; but there was a very old city of Erythia, in utter ruin in the time of Strabo, which was built in some ancient age, long before the founding of Gades, near the site of that town, on the Atlantic coast of Spain. May not this town of Erythia have given its name to the adjacent sea? And this may have been the starting-point of the Phœnicians in their European migrations. It would even appear that there was an island of Erythea. In the Greek mythology the tenth labor of Hercules consisted in driving away the cattle of Geryon, who lived in the island of Erythea, "an island somewhere in the remote west, beyond the 

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[paragraph continues] Pillars of Hercules." (Murray's "Mythology," p. 257.) Hercules stole the cattle from this remote oceanic island, and, returning drove them "through Iberia, Gaul, over the Alps, and through Italy." (Ibid.) It is probable that a people emigrating from the Erythræan Sea, that is, from the Atlantic, first gave their name to a town on the coast of Spain, and at a later date to the Persian Gulf--as we have seen the name of York carried from England to the banks of the Hudson, and then to the Arctic Circle.

The builders of the Central American cities are reported to have been a bearded race. The Phœnicians, in common with the Indians, practised human sacrifices to a great extent; they worshipped fire and water, adopted the names of the animals whose skins they wore--that is to say, they had the totemic system--telegraphed by means of fires, poisoned their arrows, offered peace before beginning battle, and used drums. (Bancroft's "Native Races," vol. v., p. 77.)

The extent of country covered by the commerce of the Phœnicians represents to some degree the area of the old Atlantean Empire. Their colonies and trading-posts extended east and west from the shores of the Black Sea, through the Mediterranean to the west coast of Africa and of Spain, and around to Ireland and England; while from north to south they ranged from the Baltic to the Persian Gulf. They touched every point where civilization in later ages made its appearance. Strabo estimated that they had three hundred cities along the west coast of Africa. When Columbus sailed to discover a new world, or re-discover an old one, he took his departure from a Phœnician seaport, founded by that great race two thousand five hundred years previously. This Atlantean sailor, with his Phœnician features, sailing from an Atlantean port, simply re-opened the path of commerce and colonization which had been closed when Plato's island sunk in the sea. And it is a curious fact that Columbus had the antediluvian world in his mind's eye even then, for when he reached the mouth of

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the Orinoco he thought it was the river Gihon, that flowed out of Paradise, and he wrote home to Spain, "There are here great indications suggesting the proximity of the earthly Paradise, for not only does it correspond in mathematical position with the opinions of the holy and learned theologians, but all other signs concur to make it probable."

Sanchoniathon claims that the learning of Egypt, Greece, and Judæa was derived from the Phœnicians. It would appear probable that, while other races represent the conquests or colonizations of Atlantis, the Phœnicians succeeded to their arts, sciences, and especially their commercial supremacy; and hence the close resemblances which we have found to exist between the Hebrews, a branch of the Phœnician stock, and the people of America.

Upon the Syrian sea the people live
Who style themselves Phœnicians. . . .
These were the first great founders of the world--
Founders of cities and of mighty states--
Who showed a path through seas before unknown.
In the first ages, when the sons of men
Knew not which way to turn them, they assigned
To each his first department; they bestowed
Of land a portion and of sea a lot,
And sent each wandering tribe far off to share
A different soil and climate. Hence arose
The great diversity, so plainly seen,
'Mid nations widely severed.

Dyonysius of Susiana, A.D. 3,

Wednesday, 15 October 2014

The Baphomet

As Above, So Below

2. THE BAPHOMET   (Translated from Hungarian)
Now I really thought that I reached all the wishful ultimate goals. A warrior’s order came to the monastery, which now can spend my days without any problems. Food and drink was provided; things and it was easy enough: bell-ringing three times a day, the church kept clean dishes, and clothes worn for mass in stow. Throughout the day in prayerful contemplation I have to myself. Elias is also having won the knights of the Trust, it was the full name that the red-bearded warriors picked for me. Oh, I named Eliezer. While throughout Poland myself, it took a half year, so that the red monastery raised friends soon after followed by the holy week. Do not conceal your worries ABOVE Elias knight before that perchance the holy week here will be enforced with the same pious solemnity, the whole Catholic world which celebrated are used, they’ll be on very weak assistance, since the ceremonies are not taught in childhood: raised heretics, and not I’m old neophyte.

- Do not worry, fellow Eliezer – encouraged the knights – every day of the holy week, the night before tests will be next in line "Passion" apparitions, you can even learn the tasks for yourself.

I am so very comforted in this, and they were anxious to come to the Maundy Thursday, which started preparations for the night of the holy  ceremonies. Evening as the bell after the doors closed, Elias Knight that gave me a commandment, to buy a lantern in my hand, I go to church with him, he should wait until the clock strikes twelve, you will hear three toasts to the crypt. Open to all without hesitation, and then fitting the honor to receive the guests, who will be the tomb for me to come and put what they will command. I have my eyes not only squinting in this particular assignment. I was never a weak-hearted, and even something prickling curiosity to know what could be one of the guests who walk through the vault for a visit.

Point came after the midnight stroke of the triple toasts to the crypt. I hastened to reveal it, and a great surprise I saw that the tomb is lit up the stairway, and from all kinds of wear old woman walked in shapes, as fashion, only to see pictures of the church, the grand palaces. The women who had painted his face and very white, red, one black, the eyebrows were drawn, and the other míniommal, there were also one with the eyebrows was gilded. Each of their hands was a gaudy wax. They just were not ghosts, whom I had been very scared. Young blood in me, seeing that women semi-dressed quickly, even if such persons are also otherworldly. However, they noticed that the old is not old sexton to go, and they saw me more appropriate presentation. 

The first said: - I’m Jezebel, King Achab woman, whom the dogs licked up his blood on the street. Get me to the baptismal. I want to wash.

The second said: - I am Salome, daughter of Herod, who asked for a gift of John the Baptist’s head. Bring me the golden pyx. Let him serve.

The third said: - I’m Bathsheba, who because of King David sinned. Bring me the Cruets. Putty to my hair.

The fourth said: - I’m Delilah, who betrayed Samson. Bring me the victim. I want to drink.

The fifth said: - I’m Astarte, who is intrigued by the children of Israel Kanahánban. Bring me the incense. I want to be fragrant.

The sixth said: - I’m Thámár, who because of his brother Absalom, Amnont killed. Bring me the holy-holder, let’s tomb filled with tears. And in what he said, it cleared the altar, and put them in my lap. I just looked at what would happen to it. Commandment to obey everything was for the guests.

Week ago. The seventh of a high-crowned figure was golden expensive clothes, which lead to long-drawn barge. This was the back. It sounded like a struck bell.

- I’m Mylitta, Queen of Sheba, who took the treasures of King Solomon, and took him in exchange for wisdom. Bring me the monstrance. This word was shocked. Sacred vessels, equipment and leave the ceremony, but the monstrance! The artifact-infested body of the Savior, which itself is only the Pontifical knees approaching: who would dare to get the location? Considered to be the beautiful nightmare hesitation. It is a wrong with his hand on my shoulder, that the whole body pieced together, and such is said that the whole chapel was filled with sound. - What hesitating! I knew that such an otherworldly beings should not be contradictory to say, and he lifted the monstrance to the altar.

- Follow us! - Then commanded the Queen of Sheba, and he once again behind the back, the other six otherworldly footsteps of a woman of winding stairs which led up somewhere in the chapel, walked in front of me, but once in a gaudy gold-plated iron door, the procession reached. The pop-up, and a hitherto unknown to me, a large vaulted hall open to the monastery, which was not any window, but the lights were mysterious cablight in the room glory. Full of gold and silk-covered walls. And the room from the depths of a tent covered with heavy curtains from the old world all in one by one pacing knights, Turks, Romans, Persians, Chaldeans, Egyptians dressed, who had just arrived in the week she called their names. - Hail, Ahasvér!

- Baal you, Nebuchadnezzar!

- Bless Osiris, Pharaoh! Line and thus, to Herod, Pilate, who, by Nero, who Sardanapal: both counts on the knights.

You’re on the red-bearded patron was Judas Iscariot. Well, this is a nice company, I can tell. The church babies in suffering of my hand, and put in place a long table. At this point, I cried my red beard: - Málkhus! Setting to the back who he was. - Just cut off the ears of the garden of Gethsemane, that you do not hear? You know that I am the Málkhus. Well, there you hold your ears – and commanded me to the patron, whose name Iscariot was the night, and the mine Málkhus, the famous sheriff, who first raised his hand Idvezítőre. - You hold your ears, I say, because I find if I cut it, it is not the glue there Nazarene Ben Hanocri. Even though I did not know what they mean by that name. The red-bearded page you this word in front of the Grand Master, who is now heard addressed as Nebuchadnezzar. In his hair and beard a string of pearls were merged together, as the old Persian sculptures you see. It asks:  – What is the merit Málkhus that Baphomet is picked for service? Iscariot did it for me. - Heretics was atheist Latvian, robbers with wars, killed people, forged álorcás was adulterous husband and his wife, finally condemned prisoner who escaped from prison, and who at the end of every town there is a good friend: the gallows.

- This is our man!- Mumble this Nebuchadnezzar, before the dispute arose between the knights, that this just now I swore the ophiticus diagram before initiating secrets? They agreed that it is unnecessary, since I’m such a notorious villain, that wherever he is turning to the betrayal of secrets in order, the first would be my neck, which is the loop caught. Now starting to have an inkling as to why I was an unwelcome guest in this place. I then removed the frock, and dressed in Rome Liktor its quality, the first task was a niche that I had lying sarcophagus stress the kőfedelet. Kőkoporsóban those who saw it was not other than my Lord Jesus Christ, as we used to see him in the coffin of the sarcophagus taking off, his body five bleeding wounds honeycomb, thorns on the forehead. The entire wax figure was pieced. The knights then stood around the coffin, and began the discussion above, who was Jesus Christ? Latin argued that language was quite well understood.

One of the knight says that this is an old god, whose name Jaldabaoth an Aeon, a pneumatic Messiah, who was sent to the ground, that his eternal enemy, the Ophiomorphosszal battle, but when Jesus was not enough courage to order Jaldabaoth punishment tension crucified him. This was demonstrated by the Prophet Valentinus, the Gnostics. In contrast, the other knight says that Basilides of Alexandria, as evidence, and Bards confirm that the so-called Jesus Christ was non other than that, whose real name is Ben Jozua Hanocri and cross tension was very well-deserved punishment. Circled the world to me these words. If emotions were bad, but the Saints had a strong reverence for my heart. The two hands in my ear I did not hear what they say. But I’ve heard yet.

The third knight says that the whole story of Jesus Christ is nothing more than an empty tale. This figure has never existed, nor was, nor died. A symbol of the whole, a symbol, which was not his body, just like Brahma or Isis, and only the shape of a human idol, as Baal or Dagon. I thought it was already more terrible blasphemy can not be issued for the human mouth, but the fourth knight reviews convince me that there is hyperbola also superlative. It was Nebuchadnezzar himself.

This proves the Scriptures that Jesus Christ is the demiurgus, who is tormented by the laws of humanity so that everyone miserable and unhappy with, prohibits what is good for our body’s own, and the ordering of nature in spite of all persons bound by the rule that it is an act, which is beneficial for the neighbor, even though the man’s work, to make it, which is itself good, is not given to anyone else whether or not the problem.  Annálfogva everyone who Jaldabaoth, the creator understands the law, the profession that demiurgus commands defiance, and they act against everything. Fraud, robbery, murder, falsehood, mockery, lust, drunkenness, not only allowed, but a duty, and who forced slavery on the virtues of humanity, from Aeon was like demiurgus or Ben Hanocri, even Jesus Christ, solemnized and whipped. This and all agreed then, and I was horrified to see that all the presents and the mantles long, thorn-shaped needles are involved in, the coffin lying statue of Jesus over his heart had been stabbed into it.

- What was the true Messiah? - Then Nebuchadnezzar exclaimed.

- The Baphomet! The Baphomet! - Shouting the whole congregation unanimously. This is a great gong which Nebuchadnezzar struck with his fist, and his voice set up in the curtains of the room behind the tent in the top. The bright future lighting from above stood a magnificent altar saw two idols, which among the better was the addition of Baphomet.

As two of the idol’s face was a male and a female, and the whole shape of half-man, half woman. Winding it through a giant snake, and this was a ring of twelve in the zodiac of twelve celestial fölvésve ticket. One was in the hands of the day, the other the moon. The two were in the earth beneath the feet. Of a crocodile resting. This was left to the statue with another idol. In the Mylitta was. A naked female figure, sitting on a boar, a brilliant crown on her head, which is full of rubies and carbuncles was loaded. The knights and ladies come one after the other to the two idols, and Baphometnek the shoulders, the knees Mylitta kissed one by one. Then he was brought in the two idol among the monstrance, and excluding from the holy wafer, we were all laughing leköpdösték large and scattered on the ground, they began to dance and walk over it, their hands around the two shall idols and around the monstrance, the women are the ones who kicked the monstrance. Towards the feet that kneeling also exposed to the appealing robe below, during a language unknown to me singing east infernal chanting. Meanwhile, I had the office to the church filling communion wine, which was prepared in large pots, and served with dancing to those who drank the Baphometic Áldomás. Salem was also great, but even more curiosity, what would happen to light of all. The big jugs empty very quickly, and this Iscariot has commanded me to go down to the cellar, and bring them back full. What is returned to the pitcher plant, even then the knights and ladies at the table and sat in a way that the Queen of Sheba sat on Nebuchadnezzar’s lap. As their hands held victim dedicated to re-fill, the Queen of Sheba said to me:

– Go, Malkhus! – Go, Malkhus! This is the very confines of the crown on my head: go down to church, get me out of the Nazarene her crown. It ran me from head to toe in cold horror. The church was a majestic altar, the statue of Our Madonna; on its head was a magnificent crown, leaning on each other pearls full of tires and loaded with diamonds, the gift of votive no later Prince. The sacred statue wandering tent holidays throughout the devout people of the region, and it was a bet cumulating the ingredients of any expensive gifts and gratitude. And I now this holy figure, take off the crown of the head, this pious relic, a wanton woman’s hideous animals disheveled locks deck it?  After all, if God is not the mother had also Nazareth Mary, but just an ordinary, honest people of the mother, even wickedness that would shame him to commit!

I hesitated – I did not want to meet the crazy things – and if not then the red-bearded patron was struck in the back of the iron so that my soul will be torn out, and shouted at me: - Did you hear the command? Go to the Galilee, woman, and tell him that the Queen of Sheba, Astarte, the Mylitta governess to the crown! Hurry up! I had to do what they said, otherwise they would kill me. I thought all the saints and plinth me cry, when I committed the sacrilege, and shepherd, great books, heaven cut my head, to hell right wave. Even the statue of Our Lady, it seemed as if the eyebrows puckered, when I take off the crown of the head, and a little crown in my hand was so hard that the earth bent under my feet, when one with him. When the winding stairs he came to the Baphomet-worship hall, you have all the demons loose in the orgy, sinful women of the past millennium, bacchant negligee, wild dancing chord the Pilatus and Herod. Astarte, as soon as he saw me, grabbed my hand to the crown of Mary, and swung it setting locks, and began with the frenetic dance of priestesses Mylitta walk by Nebuchadnezzar Phrygian dance accompanied by goat gambol; Astarte hair flying around him, stretched wide, as the wind rose in the spokes, and as fast as you spin around me seemed as though he has had two faces, as Baphomet, the idol. Nebuchadnezzar only once and then fell to the feet, and stood on his knees and hands, and began to weighing out eyes, and a miserable bogota, that I thought I was the second time it will happen to the miracle that changed ox. A bőgéséből removable, to „Malkhust” cry. The bőgéséből kivehettem that "Malkhust" shouts. Is a grass tufts are made of this to him? Want to graze? No, I just want kérőzni. The baron, if satisfied, kérőzik, man, if damn Latvian, also kérőzik. Bring the baptismal "- screaming at me. And the hideous animal beundokította the holy temple dish that I had to keep him. The outbreak after a moment he seemed to depart.

- Pull up the dishes, clean up and take back the points. The sanctuariumot set at the usual place. Put the hosts in the chalice. Then go to sleep.

Astarte waltzing and dizzy fell to the ground, and as head six Nebuchadnezzar threw his shoulder, the crown fell to the head of the Virgin Mary, and there feet. I picked it up and broke it. - You can put back into place! - Ökrendezett Nebuchadnezzar. - First drink!- Said to Astarte, a hoarse, tired voice, and a pretty extreme blistering down the side of gourd, and he odatartá in my mouth. This beautiful gourd struck gold work was richly paved with turquoise and bustard. - "This wine is made to the spoken that Noah planted kőurnája, which is my grandmother, there is the sarcophagus under Nivinében Semiramis. ” Drink up! " And since my reluctant, grabbed the neck of one arm, ther him on the head, then pulled one of the gourds and odaszorítva with the lips of my lips, I am drinking your own wine in his mouth. Never on the sweeter, intoxicating, firey wine is not drunk in my whole life.

- Who hit me slap in the face now? - Cried the Queen of Sheba this up, setting wild about her.

- No, I have a drink! - Odanyújtva said the bottle again.

I took it in my mouth, but the first kortynál noticed that it is not the wine you drank the first. This bitter taste and a strange smell, which összeborzasztott. I did not drink more than one sip only shown if more sipping it. Thanks, returned to the canteen, he was already enough. - Keep it! I will give you a souvenir – he said this, the pagan queen, and throw it also include the other church vessels, which, at the same time that take it away, I was forced to both the large christening feeder. He started the drunken demons antagonize the candles, and I hastened to escape from the beam caught in the temple, lest they prevented them in the dark.

I then washed three times in the temple vessels and clean water, and the seats restored, restored to the monstrance on the altar, and the crown of the Virgin Mary image I asked her forehead, but not without that kiss the hem of his robe, asking for forgiveness. The robe is a beautiful piece of work, the great Prince himself has created, and the image of the twelve apostles who was beautifully embroidered with silk and gold-colored it to silver.  – Well, where do I put this – I say to myself, looking at the canteen was a gift – that he does not steal from me? Believe it is worth if I sell a whole or a peasant more mill. But perhaps this is only a dream, and when I woke up and will no longer be in my hands? - I do that because the ear balteusom szíjára connection (I still Liktor), there can not be lost.

And so I did, because he is to relay the dream, it is not looking at where to sleep, but elámolyogtam somewhere, and I do not know how long I slept. All I know is that someone pulled my ears because when woke me, and also kicked to the corners of my pages. I was a patron of the red. - Well no, Iscariot, and then once I get up! - Mumble, half asleep. - Oh, trifurcifer! Even appoint Iscariot! Wait, then I’ll be sobering! He took a large pot of water, and it through. Indeed, until I came to this. - No, you’re kind silenus! It is also well tolerated yourself! – The knight got cross. - That I have commanded you to wait for the kriptaajtóban, while guests arrive, and you confused the crypt with the cellar door: then pulled up from the tap. I did not know what world you are. - Well, my dear flask, which was subject to ax belt? But there was no longer entrust no canteen, no wine, but the old was wearing a cilice, which left me dead sexton. - No, do not dream now, but hurry to the chapel, screw the kelepelőt, the Mass begins immediately.

I was so alive before I saw everything! As soon as I entered the church through the sacristy, I found everything in its place, as the day before.

The breasts was erected in the holy bier, around candles, and I have the same image of Christ before I saw the coffin, which was the last night of the Baphomet-worshipers thorns gather. But this did not seem there was no sign of red-backed. The church was full of awful people, which fininte procession came and went, the mourning delight. Then came forth a long line of the Knight of the Order, cilice gray and bare knees towards the coffin approached the Savior, one by one and kissed the marble coffin which fölvezettek.

And I saw the night that the main man, hooked a crown on his head, which was four wrens, spat in the face of Christ is holy, and he said it was to cheat! And now, kiss his feet. People! And these others, who argued over whether he "Aeon" was whether or Jaldabaoth his son, who is backed Ophiomorphostól or "no?" Now and humiliated people approached her, beaten their breasts with fists, and when the inclangorium cheated and cheated again, they all worship the earth, and not a sigh halls people packed the church, as the master lifts the body of Christ high: the devil urged me back to elkiáltsam myself in this great silence, "Man! Christians! Do not kneel! In the cup there is a wafer, which was trampled on in the corner by Astarte when the white wings of a dove, would not the mouth.

Ez Astarte hangja. Megzendül then the organ and singing in the church, and I hear women’s voices in the "Miserere", "De Profundis" rebel song, which I forwarded to the same voices were singing last night to "come in rose, come on!" This Astarte’s voice. This Delilah! Jezebel this deep bell-ringing! You came up I saw the crypt! You went up the winding stairs one after another! - But where? - It is not anywhere in spiral. - In the place where I went up and came down to three, there’s no door, no stairs, but the order Grand Masters the dead knight Arminius the solid marble tomb is there, lying on top of the knight statue, hands, chest complex, full ornatum. Anyway, this is all a dream. Have relieved my heart from the very high burden, which is so excessively pushed. Ihattam a lot of imagination to hevülve was the fault. - So no one’s fault. So accordingly, it is not for that I took off the crown of the head of the Virgin Mary, Queen of Sheba is in your head and making the idolator’s dance profaned. When the celebration was over, and I normally come to the statue of Our Lady, the constant burning lamp, which stood in front of her feet, pour oil, as it hemisphere only immersed of admiration. The sacred crown in front of the statue’s head was the size of a peanut pearl, also a rear and a large ruby.

Always on the opposite part of the pearl used to be. Now the ruby glowed on his forehead. This crown is turned one! And so it was not a dream. But what then? That day, I say, Good Friday was a day of general jejunium. The thorn "so strictly kept the fast, even to this day a patient is lying novitiusnak death was not in the medicine, because the manna was decoctumban, and Pilula hydromat were dying, and the manna and the dish can be Hydromat already. Hunger myself all day. And as a sort of broad human conscience, is very sorry that the last great feast at night (if you do not really dream of) egynémely three thousand years before the quail have not been stuck in the leg today. But then where to stick it?  The Latvian was also there where the water bottle. As the evening, the bell instead of the Good Friday rattle finished the three verses, the red-bearded knight again waited in the sacristy of the lantern, and he said: - Well, here again today, you’ll wait for the guests of the crypt, but then again it is not the time to sleep than last night. I thought to myself: "Well I’ll be that you do not sleep." - Today before they will come.

It is also in Latvian. Hardly the clock struck eleven, I was the toast of the crypt, and as soon as I opened it, my old-world beginning beauties who are no longer needed to me presented themselves. We knew each other. Also today, handing out the same command to you yesterday, that the sacred vessels wear them. But the way we go into the wall here? It was very curious. Then, when the Queen of Sheba, click it to do is to play the altar compartment saints, the Queen said to me:

- Do not Look Back, it will take you to the devil! Do not backward looking, but as soon as I came to the sacred golden cup flat roof, he is a bright page provided to me by way of a perfect mirror. Kilestem so on, that walks up to the Jezebel, the Tomb of Arminius, a lying lovagszobornak head turns, and that whole marble sink, and then turn up the talapjával. The lost tomb, then there seems to be winding staircase at the entrance, while compiling the base of the statue is one of the initial part of the staircase before. I did not see such a thing. Then all the women.

This time, last seen in the Great Hall of the mysteries was not furnished. The tables are laden with all kinds of expensive roast, pies from the East and fruits. Good Friday evening meat! When all the orthodox, even in the Calvinist and ciberelevest eat too fast, hungry and thirsty, or turning pages of prayer, and seeking to find which of their own comfort, we repent and hunger whacked? And this great festival at the eleventh hour to begin drumming, right hearty! But what is right hearty! It was as if all the guests and farmers in the two-indeed, a thousand years, he ate and drank nothing would. - Was not persuaded them to the elevators to the wine cellar, and roasted fölszeletezni. The same scenes followed, which last night, but human assets cogitate rank.

Queen of Sheba was even more foolish than yesterday. Once he has said: - Warm me this suit. Go, Malkhus, bring me to the Galilee, the mantle of her, the good will be cool. - How would you Dejanira-köntössé this robe! – I say to myself, desperately. But an Iscariot six convince me that must be obeyed, and I just repeated the sacrilegious attack yesterday. When the mantle back, even then it was a great need Astarte, the boar riding druszájától simulacrum is nothing different. So that on the front of my eyes I was forced to look down. Astarte who said - Come, come, here Malkhus! –Inviting laughing. - Here is the gourd. Drink it. As I drink. I drink Baphometért to you Astarte. And he drank his first in the gourd. The same vesicular művű Golden Age was the last of which was judged. I realized I have the hang of the joke. I heard once that there are artistic flasks, tagged dual core is, one kind of drink can be filled, the other another. Then the gourd’s neck when the top man is detached it turns right, the one where the left and the other beverages will be provided. I noticed the way the bottle top juicer, the pagan queen, when you drink.  Well, then pull to the right. When you gave me here, then left. – I then, almost imperceptibly, moved it back to the right again. And the really good sweet, juicy wine came out of it.I drank from it and took seriously.

- Well, do not you, it was good? - Asked the queen of lies. And I like money I paid him back. - Slightly bitter - I say. And pushed the number of fintorgást. Astarte ignores the confidence of his fingers under my nose, laughing and said: - The good unto Thee. This masculine ceiling remaining wine."Lord" did, then just drink. This will give you the bottle well. Put the other side. And all the company’s infernal laugh. - And now wear the wine,- Nebuchadnezzar commanded – and then onto the spirit Vinit! I megundokított again berated the church drágaságokat, and then brought up from the cellar at the kőkorsóban spiritus Vinit. The demons did not have enough of the intoxication of wine, brandy had them, whether they wanted more drinks.

I then thought something. The brandy in a real Russian kőkorsóban make was. It was a smart plug that has only been able to pull it, the secret of who it was who interfered. I also once learning curve. I opened the jar in the basement, emptied some of it, and then I gave it to me gourd cram for litter. With the plug shit again.

- I drank with him, Malkhus? – Herod called me. - Baphometic I swear that I did not drink.

- You open the pot! - Pilate commanded.  Last Achab then snatched from my hand, and that he could not get along with him, stand the silver jug to the middle of the sword hilt struck before the broken jug, and the pool was filled with its contents. Then Bathsheba to Thámár (a good housekeeper, famous biblical both!), Figs, raisins and orange peel thrown into, while Delilah-coil lit candles in a large bowl krampampulit the whole, and at the same time all other lights extinguished.

Then, when the wine spirit burning, the table of Nebuchadnezzar, the holy-swing asperges immersed in the burning wine, shared with the group of believers around the hot drink, the odatartott calixa onto what they are like infernal river of fire taken to the lips. The fire, etc Four-king, the fire sup nightmare, blue and green flag in the middle flickering Basin coroner sápasztva, a grouping indicated, which was put to shame all have seen pictures from the danse macabre. You’re the Queen of Sheba was the green lighting, damned as a naked soul, a sacred mantle of the neck, face, lips no redness, just a flashing black eyes show that he was alive. - Howling and all the hateful tone of blasphemy. Fire in the mouth, fire in the mouth.

I fled the Sanhedrin hell. Now, I was certain about it, not dreaming. I was determined to accesses from here. If these demons, devils can be so very stupid: even though they can not keep themselves from their own trap into them a poor devil like myself. After all, if drinking the litter and I made my decision, I will have a sleep in tomorrow so I do not know by whom in ceremony of Resurrection? Scapegoat slipped to idolatry, and then said to myself, reasoning: If they are human beings (because they do not like others) through the crypt I came here, the crypt catacomb something to be kept in the open, where a secret door where the woman’s animals were. That way I can escape from here. I took the lantern, I went with him to the tomb, and as to the long passes through the vault, the two lines between the carrier, which is buried here memorial was loaded, a "Ptolomeus named knight of the cist félretolva found in front of the memorial. It was not marble, but made of tin, which marble was lacquered. This car was not cist, but a narrow climbing entrance. I went up the stairs. They also led to a steep staircase going up. Seventeen steps counted. The seventeenth found – not a door, but a sacred statue. Tied to a tree was a statue of St. Sebastian, arrows diagonal as the godless Diocletian martyrs put to death by the hero.

I saw on this day is enough for a statue at the monastery, but it was outside the wall, and looking out, standing in a booth. It is certain that he knows the secret of the curfew, otherwise I would not be in here.

- Oh, St. Sebastian! - I beg it all with humility – have a look that I am Moravian on my mother’s side, you have national or got my back, and teach him how you came in here through the wall that I was the same output. Because there seemed no opening behind him. I started to look for the opening. The heroic martyr’s body is three lined arrows, the arrows they are copper. Oh what a damned reckless and would think of that tortured to death in the holy reversible the cram arrow wound? And I noticed that the three arrows, one brighter than the other two, as if it was touching. I stood up to the shelf, and tried to turn the arrows. And as the arrow gave with the finger pressure of a pen, the whole statue, together with the cab began to turn, and in a minute I saw the starry sky above. St. Sebastian together was outside the monastery walls.

- Come, Now let me back again, my dear get me back – I say, and vice versa arrow back again, returned to the catacomb entrance. So this is the secret of the walking ghosts. I went back again to the tomb, and with a degree of care, looking for something. They also found him. Namely, that the tomb sinks Arminius hung over my head, the vault aláfordulva, the statue of the dead master, which was wrapped up in his neck. What if I do locate the head, what would it do? The Latvian it, that it rose and turned again to the tomb, and when I went up the stairs to the chapel, there was already in place, out of the reach of the Baphomet idol-steps Gádor Handler’s room, as you won’t see it. Now you are well! The Christ-deniers, not only will be anaesthatized, and who knows when and when not they will wake up, but they can not come out yet of  the devil temple, with no doors, no windows, unless you break the wall somewhere. Tomorrow no one will know where you are. Whilst I was seventh country overstock myself. Decided to set itself the objective. I’m going to the Archbishop of Aachen, and impeach the Baphomet-worshiper rendlovagokat. And assertions that perfect get credibility, I carry with me the beundokított, infected temple jars. No! The devout Christian church does not drink the Salome and Delilah by clear communion baptized in the pool, which Nebuchadnezzar vomits fit not receive holy water from the asperges, which divided the rest of the főördög flaming hell – as long as they inaugurated pious hands again not devoted to, and not released to the magic. I’m taking all this in front of the archbishop, before the council, before the Holy Inquisition, to provide proof, and exorcision.

(- Although I did wisely, my son! True Christian way thing – he cried up to the Grand Duke, until the fölháborodva "thorn" has over wickedness, which the mere listens also very much the kind of people you feel that you need to give absolution — did you honestly!) (- I told you, right? – Sprang up in the Soltesz, lecsapva the judicial wand on the table. – Even it is a Church kibeszélő you that even praised it, and uttered the phrase "well done, son!") Above this then the Duke and Soltesz összekaptak so that fölugráltak chairs, and beat his fist on the table to the candlestick, skull, crucifix and stamen just danced, and even after all this day had to be interrupted in half the interrogations. The villain was gallows again one day, and just laughing to himself inside. Then the next day, when the judges again hush fölgerjedésüket, in the left pending cause continues more.

(- Where he left, Reus?) Engaged the accused. - In the sacristy, I find a great Boris, all interlaced into the temple of gold and silver, in which the unholy orgies were held , bearing in mind the crown of the Virgin Mary either.

When Isaac picked up on my shoulder, and then broken off the bottom, so it was difficult, and I could not do turns to the other shoulder, because of the known white dove. Entwined the aid of the holy statue and then got out of the wall outside the monastery. Even then only a high bastion had to descend. I found the rope ladder, with the aid of the unclean heathen women came up here, and I took advantage, and then I started to iszákba their treasures quickly trotted away to the port. (- Stop now! "- Interrupted the soltész. – Here hold and convince. And this will be the criterion that was sinful or pious act, this is what occurred? – Why did you go to the church, gather babies and go to the port where the anchoring of vessels were ready to depart, and not to the town hall, where would you find the mayor or reeve of the proposed and denounced been requested by the order perceived sacrilege and the offender, while sinful dreams were surprised, in flagranti spleen would have if it is true that it was?) (- No, villain, this cadence find him now – the Grand grumbled.) - A very simple thing to explain, my gentlemen – said the question of the ex-Tripodi reus – and if I say a word, just so they will understand everything. In the name of the city where this happened, Stettin. This town, you know, it’s time that Gustav could, in the sectarian leaders who not only did not bother with that of the Catholic monasteries, which they themselves have desecrated every time, with Baphometic worship, and hold this festival Mylitta, but what is more, they lived a very good alliance with the "thorn" by those who united with Sweden, valiantly fought against the imperial army siege, and the faithful-arms were heretics. Accusatory though there I had: I would have been wrong. So I decided to escape to a country of pious German wall whose game you can listen to, and the inquisition plenty of power will stand up and be faithful to this terrible incident deserves to be someone to launch a campaign for him. And as the sea may have the least investigated, so I tried to reach the port of Stettin. (- Habe rectum! Rectissimum! – Reviews say the Duke was in a hurry. – The Swedish heretics can not be judges in this spiritual matter. Deleted the bunsen the "sacrosanctorum growing in vertical clusters.") (- I’ll bet that the entire line engross Register is also a bitch! – Rumbling among the proposed beard. – No, but now comes the "Homicide!")

Source:  From the book, "A Notorious Adventurer Of The 17th Century" by Jokai Mor.