Tuesday, 19 January 2021

The Essenes And The Christ Child


The Essenes And The Christ Child

by Rev. Robert S. Slater, Unitarian Minister

Nearly 2,000 years ago Plutarch said that history repeats itself. 

Events of the present day indicate that Plutarch spoke more truly than he may have known. 

Shortly before Plutarch’s birth, Jesus the Christ came to the earth. 


A hundred years or more before Plutarch’s birth, preparations were going on so that the Christ might come.

The Edgar Cayce readings tell us that we of today are in a test period. Preparations must be carried out today, as they were 2,000 years ago, if we like those people of old are to usher in the coming of the Christ - this time the second coming.

Who was preparing 2,000 years ago? What groups were preparing for the coming of the Christ, and how were they preparing?

The most prominent of these groups was the one known as the Essenes. We discover that those days were much like today, when we ask, “Why was it necessary that such groups arise, when the orthodox Jewish groups, the Pharisees and the Sadduces, were already in existence?” Reading No. 1472-1, tells us, “Because of the divisions into
. . . sects, as the Pharisees, Sadduces and their divisions. Also there had arisen the Essenes who cherished not only . . . what had come as word of mouth [tradition], but also had kept records of the periods when individuals had been visited with supernatural . . . experiences; whether in dreams or visions or voices or what not, which had been felt by these students of the customs of the law. . .”

When we learn from the readings that these Essenes had “set themselves as a channel through which, in that particular period, there was expected a fulfillment of the promises from the first promise to Eve unto the last one recorded by Malachi,” (No. 993- 5); it seems we have an answer for the existence of the Essenes.

Then, as today, it often seems that the orthodox groups which preach the ancient miracles believe that they are over and done with - cannot happen in the present age - and that God has ceased speaking and acting in the world.

These Essenes, however, could accept such things as dreams, visions and voices. 

They went one step further, in acting upon what they believed: 

Since there was to be A Fulfillment of the ancient promise from God, then there had to be a group which set itself apart as a channel, and really believed that God could communicate and act through men.

What were these promises which the Essenes expected to have fulfilled through them? The readings tell us that they are found in Isaiah, Malachi, Joel and others. (No. 5749). 

The Essenes looked for the advent of the promised Messiah into The Earth, and they had banded together to study the material, both written and traditional, which had been handed down. (No. 3175-2.) 

And the readings tell us, furthermore, that in certain families for generations the men had been set aside for a definite service in the activities of the peoples of the day.

“Not merely the peoples termed in the present as the peoples of Israel, but rather . . . the greater meaning of the world Israel . . . those called of God in service for their fellow man.” (No. 585-2). 

In other words, there were certain groups who believed so strongly in the ancient prophecies that the men of the families were set aside for special Service to Man.

We know now from recent discoveries as well as from the readings that the area of Mt. Carmel near the Mediterranean Sea was the center of activities for this group of the Essenes, and there they drew upon many sources to learn more exactly the time and circumstances of the coming of the promised Messiah. Reading No. 5749 tells us, “. . . more and more of the leaders of the people were in Carmel - the original place where the school of prophets was established during Elijah’s time . . . these were then called Essenes. This school taught “the mysteries of man and his relationship to those forces which might manifest from within and without.” (No. 993-L-5).

In many ways, the Essenes and similar groups attempted to discover more about the Messiah’s coming. 

They “sought . . . through the mysteries of the ages . . . to interpret time and place, according to the stars, and the numerological effects upon the period.” (No. 2408-1). 


As a result of their studies they proclaimed that a certain period constituted a cycle, and they saw the beginning of a new cycle imminent - the beginning of the Piscean Age, indicated by the position of the Polar Star or North Star in relationship to the southern constellations. 


These astronomical relationships they had studied in connection with times when individuals had been visited by the supernatural or out-of- the-ordinary experiences. 

Their conclusion was that the promised Messiah would soon come to The Earth.

The Piscean Age

One of the leaders in gathering this information shortly before the birth of Jesus was Judy. Even before her birth, Judy was dedicated by her parents to the service of God, and apparently because of dreams and visions, great this were expected of her. 

But the parents expected a boy child

The birth of a girl rather than a male, brought considerable disturbance and confusion; yet the parents dedicated Judy to the study of “those things handed down as a part of the experiences of those who had received visitations from the unseen, the unknown . . . or that which is worshipped as the Divine Spirit moving into the activities of man.” (No. 1472-L-1)

Thus - to paraphrase the readings: Judy was brought up almost in ritual fashion which was considered necessary to experience those forces from the unseen; and she was not trained in the disputations and argumentations which were the methods of training in some Jewish groups. 

Judy was taught The Holy Word of her Forefathers not as a dead, but A Living, Thing. 

She came to be one of the leaders of the Essenes, and headed a specific group at Mt. Carmel. She was a prophetess, a healer and a writer and recorder for such groups.

From the work of Judy and others, we see that the knowledge concerning the coming of a Messiah was much broader than the religious culture of the Jews. Judy studied the various kinds of records and traditions of Egypt, India, and many of the Persian lands and lands bordering these. 


A reading given for one Shalmar (No. 2520-1), who was an Essene or one of a similar group, stated that the entity was “acquainted with the teachings of those groups in Persia, India, Egypt, and even of the activities in Olympus and the isles of the sea.” 


Thus we see that there were many people “active . . . in aiding to gather the data from various teachers of the varied lands, for interpretation of . . . the particular group” of Essenes. (No. 1283-1). 


Judy apparently was one of those who led in assembling and interpreting all these facts. 

Monday, 18 January 2021

Stranger... SAVE MY SON!








Doctors say I got This Cancer. 
Ain't that somethin'. 
Didn't see that comin'.

I'm okay with it.

I just wish - that I'd done a better job with The Kid. Y'know.

I didn't raise him right.

My Old Man, when he was dyin' -- an' layin' there --

And he goes, 
"Hey -- y'know, 
don't hold a grudge, 
and be nice to people --"

And I said, 
"Now you tell me? Now...?!

The Way you raised me -- 
Y'know, just The Opposite."
so...

That's The Way I Think I Passed it On --

But THIS Kid... *phew!*

He's a Nice Kid, 
a Smart Kid -- y'know?

Kinda --

Reminds Me of Me.

Faster.... 
And maybe Smarter, an' all that....

He's Got Nobody.

I Got Nobody.

And, 

I'd like to leave Something Behind, so...

'Cuz y'know -- can't keep TAKIN’, gotta Leave Somethin' --

That's What it's All About, right?

So if you don't mind... - and I know you don't - I don't know if I'm gonna win, I dunno, really, 
I don't know if I'm gonna Beat This Thing - 

But I'm gonna TRY --

Most of All, 
I wanna Be in His Corner.


I Love You.

Begins walking away

Love You, Adrian.

Disguise Kit



"Fifties Superman found himself domesticated at the heart of a strange nuclear family of friends, foes, and relatives. Weisinger had taken his lessons from Captain Marvel and his Family. 


Many of his favorite writers, like Otto Binder and Edmond Hamilton, had contributed to the Captain Marvel mythos and were able to adapt that style to suit a new kind of dream world that was more pointed, angular, and paranoid. This was the nuclear family glowing in the dark. 


No longer the last survivor of a lost alien civilization, Superman was joined by an entire photo album’s worth of new supercompanions. He’d already gained his own superdog, named Krypto, and now discovered that he had a pretty blond cousin named Kara Zor-El, who’d also managed to survive the destruction of Krypton, along with a supermonkey, Beppo. There were stories of Superman as a boy (Superboy) and as a comically superpowered infant (Superbaby). 


Lois Lane was popular enough to graduate to her own monthly comic book. 


So too did Superman’s Pal, Jimmy Olsen.


  The young Olsen had no sooner installed himself within the pages of his own title than he began to experience a series of fantastic physical contortions typical of the Silver Age. A sampling of stories from Olsen’s solo title showed the results as he metamorphosed into a porcupine boy, a giant turtle, a wolfman, Elastic Lad, and ahuman skyscraper, with no pause for reflection. These transformations never produced any lasting ill effects or neuroses.


  So great was the intrusion of the fantastic into the everyday that even Superboy’s small-town sweetheart, red-haired Lana Lang, the hometown girl deluxe, began her own dual career as Insect Lass, using an “alien ring” to reorganize the slim-legged, petite figure of a Kansas homecoming queen into the bulbous abdomen and crawling feelers of a giant wasp or monster moth, with a shapely human torso and head that made it ten times more disturbing. 


Like Jimmy, Lana experienced no body horror or psychological trauma when she inflated her trim teenage stomach into a monstrous spider belly, clacked her chitinous forelegs together, and played out superhard silk from spinnerets where her normal midwestern buttocks should be. 


Had Franz Kafka’s mild-mannered accountant Gregor Samsa been born to the sunshine of the emergent DC universe, he might have pressed his incredible new cockroach powers into action in the fight against crime and injustice. 


Before too long, he would have been invited to join the Justice League. 


Kafka never once paused to consider that his outcasts could be heroic like the X-Men, freakishly glamorous like Jimmy Olsen, or as gorgeous as trendsetting Pulitzer Prize winner Lois Lane.



  When not under alien influence, Jimmy Olsen could barely stand to be himself for more than five pages and maintained a much-resorted-to “disguise kit” in times of emergency. Prefiguring David Bowie or Madonna, his life became a shifting parade of costume changes and reinventions of identity. And long before those two performers were challenging the boundaries of masculine and feminine, Olsen was deconstructing the macho stereotype in a sequence of soft-core gender-blending adventures for children that beggar belief when read today.


  The three unforgettable transvestite Olsen tales, including “Miss Jimmy Olsen,” can be summed up by the following heart-fluttering caption that opens the lead story in Jimmy Olsen no. 95:


  IF YOU EVER WONDERED TO WHAT EXTREME LENGTHS JIMMY OLSEN WOULD GO TO GET A NEWSPAPER SCOOP, WAIT TILL YOU SEE JIMMY IN OPERATION AS A MEMBER OF THE FAIR SEX! YES, READERS. SUPERMAN’S YOUNG PAL UNDERGOES A DRASTIC CHANGE OF IDENTITY AND PUTS HIS HIGH-HEELED FEET INTO A HUGE MESS OF TROUBLE WHEN HE BECOMES THE SWEETHEART OF GANGLAND.


  These words accompany a picture of Jimmy mincing past a mailbox in a green dress while a group of admiring men whoop and check out his ass.


  “HA! HA! THOSE WOLVES WOULD DROP DEAD IF THEY KNEW THAT UNDER THIS FEMALE DISGUISE BEATS THE VERY MASCULINE HEART OF PLANET REPORTER JIMMY OLSEN!” read the smirking, transvestite Olsen’s thought balloon.


  The salacious, winking quality of the phrasing suggested an immaculate deconstruction of the masculine adventure genre into the arena of showbiz, shifting identities, and anything-goes sexuality.


  Jimmy became a mobster’s moll, even joining a chorus line and proving that he could high-kick with the best of the showgirls. Bestiality reared its shaggy head when Jimmy was forced to substitute the lips of a slobbering chimp named Dora for his own during a tense romantic moment in a dimly lit apartment. Believing the mouth of the ape in question to be the fragrant glossy red lips of Jimmy Olsen, racketeer Big Monte McGraw melted into the simian’s lewd embrace while Jimmy made a hasty getaway. The level of derangement was high. These were stories that could never happen in the real world, even if there was a Superman. This was now a world all its own, living inside our own, growing, getting smarter and more elaborate.


  Artist Curt Swan drew the cub reporter as outrageously attractive in his makeup and a red wig. In heels and stockings, Olsen looked like he’d wandered in off a Pussycat Dolls video shoot. And there were a few gloriously disorienting panels where, sans wig, he was seen talking to Superman while still casually dressed in a pink dressing gown, fluffy slippers, and movie star makeup.


  And yet, if it was okay for Olsen, wasn’t it okay? I grew up with this idea of the disguise kit and the performance, the idea of both body and identity as canvas. When I adopted as a role model the shape-shifting, bisexual assassin Jerry Cornelius from Michael Moorcock’s novels, I was following in the footsteps of Jimmy Olsen. Olsen played in bands, and so did I. Olsen was freewheeling and nonjudgmental, even in the fifties, and so was I. If it was cool with Superman’s pal, it was A-OK with me. 


Clearly these stories were written by perverts with an intent to pervert the young. They were entirely successful.


  The transvestite Olsen stories seem deeply rooted in the underground world of mimeographed porn mags and the bondage comics of Eric Stanton, whose studio also employed a certain Joe Shuster, Superman creator. The language used recalls stories like Panty Raid (discussed at length by Robert J. Stoller, M.D., in his 1985 book Observing the Erotic Imagination) and other 1950s transgender tales in which hunky young jocks got more than they bargained for when a trip to the sorority house turned into a forced initiation into the pleasures of female underwear and makeup. 


The difference being that Olsen was fully in control of his transformations and could hardly wait more than a couple of pages to get them under way.”

The Occult — Well, You Know, The Supernatural and All That Magick bit.





So, there’s also some fun to be had in thinking :

“Ok, if this is actually playing out in some symbolic fashion, then what might the Aeon of Ma’at look like, artistically.




The Brig : 

You've been agitating for a new assistant ever since Miss Shaw went back to Cambridge.


The Doctor :

Liz was a highly qualified scientist

I want someone with the same qualifications.


The Brig :

NONSENSE. 

What You Need, Doctor, as Miss Shaw herself so often remarked, 

is 

Someone to pass you your test tubes 

and to 

Tell you how brilliant you are. 


• All Very Worthwhile Functions, BY THE WAY — •


Miss Grant will fulfil that function admirably.




(The Doctor is working on Bessie's engine.)


JO: 

But it really •is• The Dawning of The Age of Aquarius!


DOCTOR: 

So?


JO: 

Well, that means The Occult —

Well, you know, The Supernatural and all that magick bit.




DOCTOR: 

Well, goodbye, Lethbridge Stewart. 


BRIGADIER: 

Bye. 


DOCTOR: 

I'll make contact as soon as possible. 


JO: 

WE’LL make contact as soon as possible. 


DOCTOR: 

We? 


JO: 

We. 


DOCTOR: 

Nothing I can say to dissuade you? 


JO: 

No. 


DOCTOR: 

Oh. 


[ He holds The Door open for her — people •did• that, back then... ]



JO: 

But that's impossible! 


DOCTOR: 

Yes, well of course it is. 


So what do you think would happen? 


JO: 

Whumph! 


DOCTOR: 

Yes, exactly. 


Extinction. 

Utter annihilation. 


Now do you still want to come? 


JO:

 It •is• my job — remember? 


DOCTOR: 

Glad to have you aboard, Miss Grant.  


•salutes•


JO: 

Glad to BE aboard, Doctor! 


•salutes back•





Speaking of this new myth and ethos, for a few years now you have been speaking about the Aeon of Ma’at. Is this the strongest current you see in humanity these days?



GM: It’s still a subcurrent at the moment, as the patriarchal Aeon of Osiris bows out kicking and screaming but I think it’s the only one that gives us any chance of survival right now. 




It’s not like this is the dawning of the age of Aquarius. 


For me these ideas are interesting metaphors; they’re filters, and I find that if I apply this particular filter suggested by Kenneth Grant and Crowley it allows me to see things in a different relationship, which is very creatively rewarding if nothing else.  Viewing the world through the filter of these Thelemic notions, what’s happening right now all around us suddenly becomes not only obvious but almost predictable.  

It’s important to emphasize that this is not something to ‘believe’ in. This is a metaphor and not a belief system. But new metaphors can change whole cultures as we know from our history.

Crowley said that the general tenor of the last six thousand years of human civilization could be summed up by the personalities of a family of Egyptian gods. And the first two thousand years up to the birth of Christ, this was the Age of Isis, the Mother Goddess, where people were hunter/gatherers or early agrarians living off the land, relying on ‘Mother Earth’, the seasons and the tides. 







So, the next Aeon from Christ onward is The Aeon of Osiris, The Dying and Resurrected God. 


Osiris is also The Law Giver and He brings with Him The Written Word, so now ideas can be enshrined in books and books can outlast generations and they take on the aura of Gods Themselves. Oh? Read Them, have you...?

God Himself is present in the works of the Bible. God Himself is present in the Quran. 


So certainly, there’s this programming code language, the instructional Dad Language, which can take people over just from reading a book and turn them into Agents of The Dad God’s Expansionist, Controlling Agenda. This is when Nature goes from Provider to something that exists to be tamed and exploited


That’s The Aeon of Osiris.

Following Osiris, comes this fiery breakdown, the child Horus is the son of Osiris and he’s every jihadi, every warrior, every rock star reformer, every young man who sees as his sacred mission the tearing down of structures, the questioning of rules. It’s punk rock, “I gotta tear it all down.” But running in tandem with that, according to Kenneth Grant, is the shadow Aeon of Ma’at, Horus’ sister and she’s the goddess of truth and balance and harmony and all that Wonder Woman stuff.

For me, having gone through the Abyss of Da’ath in the Thelema structure of initiation — having undergone that in a really experiential and exhausting way, I found myself in the Qabbalistic sphere of Binah, and The Entire World suddenly looked very different and made sense in different configurations which re-energized the work I’d been doing.  

So, I decided to accept that The Aeon of Ma’at was coming down fast and I tried to align all my thinking with that, which provided me with a new bunch of metaphors and ways of framing the world. 

Imagine all this division and deconstruction was just a corridor we’re passing through. All the fractioning and separation —that’s typical of Horus. We can see the hand of Horus in the modern-day tearing down of monuments and statues. He’s kicking The Fuck out of formerly stable systems all around the world. That’s exactly what you would expect of this spirit that Crowley said manifested first in 1913. But for me, I think he made his presence felt quite clearly on 9/11.



“You can easily organize The Evidence to suggest that there is an Aeon of Horus occurring now. 


Where Systems are being taken-down, where everything’s being Questioned and Audited, and The Past is subject to Major Revision


So, there’s also some fun to be had in thinking “Ok, if this is actually playing out in some symbolic fashion, then what might the Aeon of Ma’at look like, artistically?’

And to me it looks like the rise of marginalized voices, it looks like more women coming into the discourse. 


It looks like trans people coming into the discourse. 


It looks like all the opportunities for groups who were disempowered by the Patriarchy, who couldn’t speak before to have their say.

Ma’at – What would her signature disease be? 


Well it might be a distributed network, a viral malady that could attack All of Humanity. 


What would happen if She emptied The Houses of The Old Gods as a Show of Possibility

You remember at the height of the first lockdown, all the churches were empty, all the sports stadiums were empty, all the mosques were empty, all the temples were empty. 


So, The Dad God had nowhere to go.


In Britain, I know, and I’m sure in America, there was a strange uprising of praise for care workers. 


People would go out every Thursday here and bang on pots and pans and basically thank the nurturing spirt, this caring spirit, for its very existence


It was a very religious, ritualistic thing that we were all doing. That’s Ma’at right there. 


Then there’s Mother Nature with hurricanes tearing down borders, storms ravaging everyone’s homes. It all suddenly makes sense in a new context if you use the filter of Ma’at to look at The World. 

For me, I’ve found some creative applications for it, like in Brave New World and the Wonder Woman comic that I’ve done.”


My Wife Tried That

Creed - My Wife Tried That (1080p)

Time Takes Everybody Out, It's Undefeated.

Creed - Adonis Meets Rocky (1080p)



How you doing?

This was taken from the 10th round of the first fight, right?

Good call.

How'd you know that?

I heard about a third fight
between you and Apollo,
behind closed doors.

That True?

How'd you hear about that?

Who won?

It's kind of a secret.
What'd you say your name was?

Donnie.

The girl said you wanted
to talk about something.

Yeah, I want to talk to
you about training me.

Training you.

I don't do that stuff no
more. Sorry about that.

Listen, it's getting kind of late, kid.

So I'm gonna close up.

How good was he?

Who? Apollo? Yeah, he was great.

He's a perfect fighter.
Ain't nobody ever better.

So how'd you beat him?

Time Beat Him.
Time, you know, takes everybody out, it's undefeated.
Anyway, I gotta lock up.

When Mickey died, he came
and talked to you, right?

Talked you out of quitting?

Took you to L.A., trained you.

Brought you back.

How do you know all this?

How do you think?

What are you, like a cousin?

He's my father.

No, he isn't. 
I don't believe you.

Call Mary Anne.

Mary Anne. 
His wife.

The house number still works.

Oh, that's right.
You haven't talked to her since the funeral.

She said you gave a nice speech, though.

Yeah.
Nice speech.

I want you to train me.
All right? I need somebody solid
and who else better to go to?

You at least owe me that.

I can tell the way you talk, you been to school.
So I figure you got some brains.

Why would you want to pick a fighter's life
when you don't have to?

If Apollo was around, he would tell you that, too.

Well, he ain't around.

I been fighting my whole life. 
I ain't got a choice.

It's always about a choice.
I was in the ring.
I saw how it went down.
That fight should've been stopped.

I should have stopped it.

Maybe he wanted to go out like a fighter.
Maybe, you did exactly what he wanted.

I think he'd rather be here, talking with you.

There is a resemblance.

I'm usually here all the time, so if you're ever in the neighborhood, come by, if you need something.

I'll be at Mickey's Gym tomorrow.

I don't go there. I haven't
been there in a long time.

Since we're pretty much like Family -- who won The Third Fight?

He did.

In boxing, fighters' origins can endure as the most sacred
element of their identity, shaping choices that can
change their lives forever.

"Pretty" Ricky Conlan is a faithful son of Liverpool, England,a place where people find hope in the tales of their heroes.

But for the undefeated best
pound-for-pound boxer in the world, the future is filled
with uncertainty, with a seven-year
prison sentence looming.

I didn't plan on spending me
prime years in a prison cell.

I hate letting me family down.

Now what could be his final bout awaits him at home, in one of his city's most hallowed sporting temples.

Here, he'll welcome an opponent who's also never been beaten and who's boxed his way from California streets to American stardom.

Fighting out of the famed Delphi Boxing Academy, with a trainer whose father guided icons of the past, Danny "Stuntman" Wheeler believes he's the sport's future.

Conlan's going away for a long time.

Now it's my turn.

I've never lost.

I've never even been knocked down, 
and that's not gonna change.

A champion in a dark and extraordinary predicament.

A challenger uninterested in a hero's send-off.

This is 24/7: Conlan/Wheeler.

This Will Be a Long Range Tactical Rescue.










This will be a long range tactical rescue. 

It could take days, even weeks, before we find our missing crewman. 


Lieutenant Torres is equipping the Delta Flyer with the transwarp coil. 

It'll allow us to cover more territory. 


An away team will take it into transwarp space, where Tuvok believes we can track the sphere that abducted Seven of Nine. 


Thanks to the Hansens, we'll be well prepared for an encounter with the Borg. 

Their multi-adaptive shielding will make the Flyer virtually invisible to Borg sensors, and narrow beam transporters will allow us to penetrate the Sphere. 


Mister Paris, you'll man the helm. 


Commander Tuvok, tactical. Doctor, there's no telling what condition Seven will be in when we find her. 

You'll come along.


EMH: 

Yes, Captain.


JANEWAY: 

I'll be leading the away team. 


The rest of you will remain on Voyager and maintain position at the threshold of our transwarp conduit. 


We may need tactical support when we return. 

You'll be taking your orders from Commander Chakotay. 


We'll be searching for one individual among thousands of drones. 


But she's One of Us 

and I'm not about to let her go.


 Let's get started.

Sunday, 17 January 2021

Lack of Pressence



SAREK :
(His voice is cracking through residual contact with Kirk’s emotions and overwhelming, utterly alien human Grief.)
Forgive Me — 
It is Not Here. 



It's how they control us.
Their absence [CLEARS THROAT.]
distracts us from our lives, the things that matter.
I'm not sure what you're trying It's never their fault.
Our men.
And God forbid we should have a feeling about it.
Mmm, what choice do they have? Destiny calls.
[KETTLE WHISTLING.]
What kind of bitches would we be to stand in their way? [WHISTLING CONTINUES.]
[WHISTLING STOPS.]
Do you know what the saddest words are in the English language? "Vacant lot.
" Don't know why.
Vacant lot.
OLIVER: My Bonnie lies over the ocean My Bonnie lies over the sea My Bonnie lies over the ocean So bring back my Bonnie to me.
Well, that's most uninviting.
Get up.
Sugarplum, I-I must confess bewilderment.
- This isn't you.
- How would you know? Where'd you go this time? This quality of light.
Remember that rooftop in Bombay? It's called Mumbai now.
One of many changes since you've been gone.
Holding each other tight.
Stars above.
A whispered dream.
You left me.
I always come back to the girl I left behind.
She's gone.
She's not.
Look.
[GASPS.]
I was worried.
When you came back If you you came back.
All those years.
Did they make me unrecognizable? What are years? 
Just trips around The Sun.


[WATER BABBLING.]
[BIRD SQUAWKS.]
[SIGHS.]
FAROUK : 
We must leave soon.


And go where? 

To find The Monk.
Remember? Le moine qui garde.
Have you seen him? The Monk of the Mi-Go Order.
Is he here? At Division 3? 
He alone knows where the body's hidden.



Yes.
I remember now.
The Monk.


[SHUDDERS.]
[BEEP.]


Hmm.
You should have burned it.
How's th- how's that? 

If you had, I wouldn't have been stuck in that hard ice cube.
You see, I'm still tied to my corporeal form.
But if you just burned me —

Burned you.

Mm.
I could have danced through a cosmic field of multidimensions with no outer limits to speak of.
Would've been beautiful.


Well, what about me? Us? 

You could have tagged along, to The Beyond, where the real action happens.

“Tagged along.”

Is that the wrong word? Followed.
Yes, followed.


[SCOFFS]


There was a time when you'd follow me anywhere.


MELANIE: 
Yes.
Yes, there was.
And where did that get me? 

Things they've changed between us, haven't they? 

Yes.
They have.


[GASPS.]
[EXHALES.]
MAN [OVER P.A..] : 
New Symptom Alert : 
A growing sense of outrage.

[ANNOUNCEMENT CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY.]

Seriously, Melanie, when are you coming back to work? 



It's how they control us.
Their absence [CLEARS THROAT.]
distracts us from our lives, the things that matter.
I'm not sure what you're trying ‘Course, it's never their fault, our men.
God forbid we should have a feeling about it.
What choice do they have? Destiny calls.
What kind of bitches would we be to stand in their way? [KETTLE WHISTLING.]
- [SIGHS.]
- [WHISTLING STOPS.]
Do you know what the saddest words are in the English language? 
"Vacant lot." 
Don't know why.
Vacant lot.