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Monday, 30 January 2017

Pantheism



The magician wishing for a manifestation of Pan will not only invoke Pan directly and verbally, create Panlike conditions in his temple, reinforce Pan associations in every gesture and every article of furniture, use the colors and perfumes associated with Pan, etc.; he will also banish other gods verbally, banish them by removing their associated furnitures and colors and perfumes, and banish them in every other way. 


The Behavior Therapist calls this "negative reinforcement," and in treating a patient who is afraid of elevators he will not only reinforce (reward) every instance in which the patient rides an elevator without terror, but will also negatively reinforce (punish) each indication of terror shown by the patient. 

The Christian Scientist, of course, uses a mantra or spell which both reinforces health and negatively reinforces (banishes) illness.* Similarly, a commercial not only motivates the listener toward the sponsor's product but discourages interest in all "false gods"- by subsuming them under the rubric of the despised and contemptible Brand X.

*
The basic Christian Science mantra, known as "The Scientific Statement of Being," no less, is as follows: "There is no life, truth, intelligence nor substance in matter. All is infinite mind and its infinite manifestation, for God is all in all, Spirit is immortal truth: matter is mortal error. Spirit is the real and eternal; matter is the unreal and temporal. Spirit is God and man is His image and likeness. Therefore man is not material, he is spiritual." The fact that these statements are, in terms of the scientific criteria, "meaningless," "non-operational," and "footless" is actually totally irrelevant. They work. Try them and see. As Aleister Crowley, no friend of Mrs. Eddy's, wrote, "Enough of Because! May he be damned for a dog!"

The importance of symbols— images— as the link between word and primordial energy demonstrates the unity between magick and yoga. Both magick and yoga— we reiterate—are methods of self-programming employing synchronistically connected chains of word, image, and bio-energy.





Thus, rationalists, who are all puritans, have never considered the fact that disbelief in magick is found only in puritanical societies. The reason for this is simple: Puritans are incapable of guessing what magick is essentially all about. It can even be surely ventured that only those who have experienced true love, in the classic Albigensian or troubadour sense of that expression, are equipped to understand even the most clear-cut exposition of the mysteries.*


The eye in the triangle; for instance, is not primarily a symbol of the Christian Trinity, as the gullible assume— except insofar as the Christian Trinity is itself a visual (or verbal) elaboration on a much older meaning. 


Nor is this symbol representative of the Eye of Osiris or even of the Eye of Horus, as some have ventured; it is venerated, for instance, among the Cao Dai sect in Vietnam, who never heard of Osiris or Horus. 

The eye's meaning can be found quite simply by meditating on Tarot Trump XV, the Devil, which corresponds, on the Tree of Life, to the Hebrew letter ayin, the eye. The reader who realizes that "The Devil" is only a late rendering of the Great God Pan has already solved the mystery of the eye, and the triangle has its usual meaning. 

The two together are the union of Yod, the father, with He, the Mother, as in Yod-He-Vau-He, the holy unspeakable name of God. Vau, the Holy Ghost, is the result of their union, and final He is the divine ecstasy which follows. One might even venture that one who contemplates this key to the identities of Pan, the Devil, the Great Father, and the Great Mother will eventually come to a new, more complete understanding of the Christian Trinity itself, and especially of its most mysterious member, Vau, the elusive Holy Ghost.**


* This book has stated it as clearly as possible in a number of places, but some readers are still wondering what we are holding back.

** This being has more in common with the ordinary nocturnal visitor, sometimes called a "ghost," than is immediately evident to the uninitiated. Cf. the well-documented association of poltergeist disturbances with adolescents.

Monday, 23 January 2017

Trump, Trump, Trump





"The human brain evidently operates on some variation of the famous principle enunciated in The Hunting of the Snark:

"What I tell you three times is true." 


—NORBERT WEINER, Cybernetics






To Bombay 
a travelling circus came, 
they brought an
Intelligent elephant 
and Nellie was her name

One dark night 
she slipped her iron chain
And off she ran to Hindustan
And was never seen again 
oooooo

Nellie the elephant packed her trunk 
and said goodbye to the circus
Off she went with a trumpety-trump 

Trump Trump Trump

Nellie the elephant packed her trunk 
and trundled out off the jungle
Off she went with a trumpety-trump 

Trump Trump Trump

The head of the herd was calling 
far far away
They met one night 
in the silver light 
on the road to Mandalay...

Night by night s
he danced to the circus band
When Nellie was leading 
the big parade 
she looked so proud and grand

No more tricks 
for Nellie to perform
They taught her how 
to take a bow 
and she took the crowd by storm..

oooooooooo

Sunday, 22 January 2017

Trump 16


Trump 16 : a real conversation killer, darlings.



Two Towers = 7/7


Trump did not buy the WTC in 1980. 

Why not?

He had the money. They wanted to to sell.




Why not?

Trump Rally

Blessed Exchequer, forgive us. 
Your children have gone astray.


"You don't understand. 

Ferengi workers don't want to stop the exploitation. 

We want to find a way to become the exploiters."


- Future Grand Nagus Rom, responding to Bashir's suggestion that he form a union





(Brunt is giving Quark a pedicure.

QUARK
Financial advisor? I don't know. 

BRUNT
I do have lots of connections on Ferenginar. 

QUARK
I don't need your connections. As Nagus, people will be lining up to do business with me. You missed a spot. 

BRUNT
I'm sure there must be something I can do to change your mind. 

QUARK
Possibly. 

BRUNT
Would forty bricks of gold pressed latinum do the trick? 

QUARK
No. But seventy would. 

BRUNT
Fifty.

QUARK
Sixty. 

BRUNT
Done. If you'll sign this. 

QUARK
What is it? 

BRUNT
A receipt. 

QUARK
For a bribe? 

BRUNT
Surely you're aware of the new regulation making all bribes tax deductible. 

QUARK
Wait, wait, wait, wait. Did you just use the T word? 

BRUNT
You mean tax? 

QUARK
Are you telling me there are T's on Ferenginar? 

BRUNT
You haven't been keeping up with the latest reforms, have you? 
Zek instituted progressive income tax three months ago. 

QUARK
You call that a reform? Taxes go against the very spirit of free enterprise. That's why they call it free. 

BRUNT
The government needed revenues to fund the new social programmes. Wage subsidies for the poor, retirement benefits for the aged, health care for 

QUARK
Stop, stop, stop! I had no idea things had gotten so bad. This is all Moogie's fault. She's been polluting Zek's mind with notions of equality and compassion. Whatever happened to survival of the fittest? Whatever happened to the rich getting richer and the poor getting poorer? Whatever happened to pure, unadulterated greed? 

BRUNT
Things change. 

QUARK
And they're going to change back. The first thing I'm going to do is eliminate these so called reforms, before Ferenginar ends up looking like a Federation planet. 

BRUNT
Oh, I'm not sure the Congress of Economic Advisors will approve. 

QUARK
I don't care who they are or what they are. As Nagus, I can do what I want. 

BRUNT
Not anymore. All regulations proposed by the Nagus have to be ratified by the Congress before they become law. You'll still be a powerful man. I wouldn't be sucking up to you otherwise. 

(Quark kneels in front of his idol.

QUARK: 
Blessed Exchequer, forgive us. 
Your children have gone astray.

(Coming up the stairs.) 

QUARK: 
Did you know this Congress of Economic Meddlers actually passed legislation making monopolies illegal? What's the point of being in business if you can't corner the market and gouge your customers? 

ROM: 
There's something to be said for keeping prices down by ensuring healthy competition. So what are you going to do with the bar? 

QUARK: 
You can't even dump industrial waste anymore because it might harm the natural habitat. I'm supposed to start worrying about animals now? Look how they live, wallowing in dirt, sleeping in trees. That's not natural. 

ROM: 
I suppose you could argue that Ferenginar's biodiversity is a precious resource that belongs to everyone. So, what are you going to do with the bar? 

QUARK: 
And don't even get me started about this whole labour rights thing. What have we come to if you can't demand sexual favors from people in your employ? 

ROM: 
Unharassed workers are productive workers. So, what are you going to do with the bar? 

QUARK: 
Sell it. What would I want with it anymore? 

ROM: 
I'll give you five thousand bars of latinum and not one slip more. 

QUARK: 
That's reasonable. 

ROM: 
It is? 

QUARK: 
I'm telling you, Rom, our people have lost their way. 

ROM: 
I just happen to have a contract right here. 

QUARK: 
I read a report that over forty percent of the population no longer believes that you have to buy your way into the Divine Treasury when you die. 

ROM: 
Can I have your thumbprint here, please? 

QUARK: 
They don't teach children the Rules of Acquisition anymore. 

(Quark imprints the PADD.

ROM: 
And another print here. 

QUARK: 
There's a disease spreading through Ferengi society. 
It's making us soft. 

(Print.) 

ROM: 
The five thousand has been transferred to your account. It was a pleasure doing business with you. 

QUARK: 
Five thousand? 

ROM: 
I thought you were going to hold me up for at least eight

QUARK: 
I didn't even haggle with you. 


ROM: 
I know. It really threw me off. 

QUARK: 
What's wrong with me? 

ROM: 
Don't worry, brother. You're going to be so rich, what's a few thousand bars of latinum? 

QUARK: 
I've been infected, too. I haven't raised prices in months. I've even been considering letting the dabo girls keep most of their tips. I've gone soft! 

ROM: 
I kind of like you better this way. 

QUARK: 
I don't. And I'm going to do something about it. This disease has got to be stopped before it destroys everything Ferenginar stands for. If Zek wants me to be Nagus, he's going to have to let me do things my way. Or else, I'll turn down the job! 

ROM: 
Are you serious? 

QUARK: 
You bet I am. 

ROM: 
But being Nagus will make you rich. 

QUARK: 
I don't care. 
I won't preside over the demise of Ferengi civilisation. 
Not me. 

The line has to be drawn here. 
This far and no further!


Friday, 20 January 2017

Please Allow Me to Introduce Myself - I'm a Man of Wealth and Taste.

Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste

I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul to waste
And I was 'round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain

Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name

But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game

I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change

Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain

I rode a tank
Held a general's rank

When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
(Woo woo, woo woo)

I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
(Woo woo, woo woo)

I shouted out,
'Who killed the Kennedys?'

When after all
It was you and me
(Who who, who who)

Let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste

And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached Bombay
(Woo woo, who who)

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
(Who who)
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
(Who who, who who)

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
(Woo woo, who who)

Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
(Who who, who who)

So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
(Woo woo)
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste, mm yeah

(Woo woo, woo woo)
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, mm yeah
(Who who)
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, 

Mmm mean it, get down
(Woo woo, woo woo)
Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
(Woo woo)
Tell me baby, what's my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, what's my name
I tell you one time, you're to blame
Oh, who
Woo, woo
Woo, who
Woo, woo
Woo, who, who [x2]
Oh, yeah
What's my name
Tell me, baby, what's my name
Tell me, sweetie, what's my name
Woo, who, who [x6]
Oh, yeah
Woo woo [x2]



Thursday, 19 January 2017

Rogue One : Go Down, Moses

"You'll be Free, or Die!"
- Harriet "Moses" Tubman

"Sistah knew enough to hurt the ones who got Cold Feet and tried to give themselves up and risk giving away the rest of the group...."
- Bro. Steve Cokely


Go down, Moses
’Way down in Egypt land,
Tell ole Pharaoh,
To let my people go.

When Israel was in Egypt’s land;
Let my people go,
Oppressed so hard they could not stand,
Let my people go.

“Thus spoke the Lord,” bold Moses said;
Let my people go,
If not I’ll smite your first born dead,
Let my people go.

Harriet Tubman Leading The Way

Tubman returned to the Eastern Shore again and again throughout the 1850s. She devised clever techniques that helped make sure her trips were successful, including using a master's horse and buggy for the first leg of the journey; leaving on a Saturday night, since runaway notices could not be placed in newspapers until Monday morning; turning about and heading south if she encountered possible slave hunters; and carrying a drug to silence a baby if its crying might put the fugitives in danger.

Tubman returned to the Eastern Shore again and again throughout the 1850s. She devised clever techniques that helped make sure her trips were successful, including using a master's horse and buggy for the first leg of the journey; leaving on a Saturday night, since runaway notices could not be placed in newspapers until Monday morning; turning about and heading south if she encountered possible slave hunters; and carrying a drug to silence a baby if its crying might put the fugitives in danger.

In 1850 the dynamics of escaping slavery changed with the passage of the Fugitive Slave Law, which stated that escaped slaves could be captured in the North and returned to slavery in the South, leading to the abduction of former slaves and free blacks living in Free States. Law enforcement officials in the North were compelled to aid in the capture of slaves, regardless of their personal principles.

In response to the law, Tubman re-routed the Underground Railroad to Canada, which prohibited slavery. She began relocating fugitives and members of her own family to St. Catharines, Ontario. While there she worked at various jobs and saved her earnings to finance her activities as a Conductor. North Street in St. Catharines remained her base of operations until 1857.

our nation's largest monument to the Underground Railroad
Image: This 28-foot long, 14-foot high bronze statue depicts Harriet Tubman (right) and local conductors Erastus and Sarah Hussey as they lead a group of runaway slaves to safety. Near the Kellogg House in downtown Battle Creek, Michigan, it was designed by sculptor Ed Dwight.

Tubman soon became a legendary conductor on the Underground Railroad. She worked by night in secret, silence and stealth, navigating by the North Star and the light of the moon. She let it be known she carried a gun for protection, but she also used it to threaten the runaways if they became too tired or decided to turn back, telling them, "You'll be free or die a slave." She knew that if anyone turned back, it would put her and the others in danger of discovery, capture or death.

By 1856, a $40,000 reward was offered for her capture. On one occasion, she overheard some men reading her wanted poster, which stated that she was illiterate. She promptly grabbed a newspaper and pretended to read it. The ploy worked. The slave catchers never caught her, their most wanted fugitive.



Underground Railroad Secret Codes

Supporters of the Underground Railroad used words railroad conductors employed everyday to create their own code as secret language in order to help slaves escape. 

Railroad language was chosen because the railroad was an emerging form of transportation and its communication language was not widespread. 

Code words would be used in letters to “agents” so that if they were intercepted they could not be caught. Underground Railroad code was also used in songs sung by slaves to communicate among each other without their masters being aware.

These are the most commonly used code words and their meanings:

Agent
Coordinator, who plotted courses of escape and made contacts.

Baggage
Fugitive slaves carried by Underground Railroad workers.

Bundles of wood
Fugitives that were expected.

Canaan
Canada

Conductor
Person who directly transported slaves

Drinking Gourd
Big Dipper and the North Star

Flying bondsmen
The number of escaping slaves

Forwarding
Taking slaves from station to station

Freedom train
The Underground Railroad

French leave
Sudden departure

Gospel train
The Underground Railroad

Heaven
Canada, freedom

Stockholder
Those who donated money, food, clothing.

Load of potatoes
Escaping slaves hidden under farm produce in a wagon

Moses
Harriet Tubman

Operator
Person who helped freedom seekers as a conductor or agent

Parcel
Fugitives that were expected

Patter roller
Bounty hunter hired to capture slaves

Preachers
Leaders of and spokespersons for the Underground Railroad

Promised Land
Canada

River Jordan
Ohio River

Shepherds
People who encouraged slaves to escape and escorted them

Station
Place of safety and temporary refuge, a safe house

Station master
Keeper or owner of a safe house





Songs of the Underground Railroad
Songs were used in everyday life by African slaves. Singing was tradition brought from Africa by the first slaves; sometimes their songs are called spirituals. Singing served many purposes such as providing repetitive rhythm for repetitive manual work, inspiration and motivation. Singing was also use to express their values and solidarity with each other and during celebrations. Songs were used as tools to remember and communicate since the majority of slaves could not read.

Harriet Tubman and other slaves used songs as a strategy to communicate with slaves in their struggle for freedom. Coded songs contained words giving directions on how to escape also known as signal songs or where to meet known as map songs. 

Songs used Biblical references and analogies of Biblical people, places and stories, comparing them to their own history of slavery. For example, “being bound for the land of Canaan” for a white person could mean ready to die and go to heaven; but to a slave it meant ready to go to Canada.

These are the lyrics of some songs that have been passed along for generations.

In Wade in the Water

Tubman used “Wade in the Water” to tell slaves to get into the water to avoid being seen and make it through. This is an example of a map song, where directions are coded into the lyrics

These are the lyrics to “Wade in the Water”

Chorus: Wade in the Water, wade in the water children.

Wade in the Water. God’s gonna trouble the water.
Who are those children all dressed in Red?
God’s gonna trouble the water.
Must be the ones that Moses led.
God’s gonna trouble the water.

Chorus

Who are those children all dressed in White?
God’s gonna trouble the water.
Must be the ones of the Israelites.
God’s gonna trouble the water.

Chorus

Who are those children all dressed in Blue?
God’s gonna trouble the water.
Must be the ones that made it through.
God’s gonna trouble the water.

Chorus


Steal Away

This song communicates that the person singing it is planning to escape.

Chorus: steal away, steal away!

Steal away to Jesus?
Steal away, steal away home!
I ain’t got long to stay here!

My Lord calls me!
He calls me by the thunder!
The trumpet sound it in my soul!
I ain’t got long to stay here!

Chorus

My Lord calls me!
He calls me by the lighting!
The trumpet sound it in my soul!
I ain’t got long to stay here!

Chorus.


Sweet Chariot

If a slave heard this song he would know he had to be ready to escape, a band of angels are coming to take him to freedom. 

The Underground Railroad (sweet chariot) is coming south (swing low) to take the slave to the north or freedom (carry me home). 

This was one of Tubman’s favorite songs according to Sarah Hopkins Bradford’s biography, Scenes in the Life of Harriet Tubman.

Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home,
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.

I looked over Jordan and what did I see
Coming for to carry me home,
A band of angels coming after me,
Coming for to carry me home.

I you get there before I do,
Coming for to carry me home,
Tell all my friends that I’m coming, too,
Coming for to carry me home.


Follow the Drinking Gourd

This song suggests escaping in the spring as the days get longer. It also refers to quails which start calling each other in April. The drinking gourd is a water dipper which is a code name for the Big Dipper which points to the Pole Star towards the north. Moss grows on the north side of dead trees, so if the Big Dipper is not visible, dead trees will guide them north.

I When the Sun comes back
And the first quail calls
Follow the Drinking Gourd.
For the old man is a-waiting for to carry you to freedom
If you follow the Drinking Gourd.

The riverbank makes a very good road.
The dead trees will show you the way.
Left foot, peg foot, traveling on,
Follow the Drinking Gourd.

The river ends between two hills
Follow the Drinking Gourd.
There’s another river on the other side
Follow the Drinking Gourd.

When the great big river meets the little river
Follow the Drinking Gourd.
For the old man is a-waiting for to carry you to freedom
If you follow the drinking gourd.


Unnamed song sung by Harriet Tubman when approaching her group after taking a detour to get food for the day. This song lets them know it is safe to approach her. 
Source: Harriet Tubman, the Moses of her People by Sarah Hopkins Bradford.

Hail, oh hail, ye happy spirits,
Death no more shall make you fear,
Grief nor sorrow, pain nor anguish,
Shall no more distress you there.

Around Him are then thousand angels,
Always ready to obey command;
They are always hovering round you,
Till you reach the heavenly land.

Jesus, Jesus will go with you,
He will lead you to his throne;
He who died, has gone before you,
Through the wine-press all alone.

He whose thunders shake creation,
He who bids the planets roll;
He who rides upon the tempest,
And whose scepter sways the whole.


Another unnamed song sang in the same situation but letting them know it is not safe to come out, there is danger in the way.
Source: Harriet Tubman, the Moses of her People by Sarah Hopkins Bradford.

Chorus:
Oh go down, Moses,
Way down into Egypt’s land,
Tell old Pharaoh,
Let my people go.
Oh Pharaoh said he would go cross,
Let my people go,
And don’t get lost in the wilderness,
Let my people go.
Chorus
You may hinder me here, but you can’t up there,
Let my people go,
He sits in the Heaven and answeres prayer,
Let my people go!
Chorus