Monday 31 October 2016

Rufus

King John Plantagenet



Red Hair is associated with True Royalty.

It is associated with the bloodline of the last of the Neanderthal Augments.

Human-Neanderthal Hybrids.

Earth-Gods created via genetic, psychosurgical and vivisectional augmentation by Space Gods.

Men like Arthur, Conan, Richmond or Aurakles.



Rufus 
" The nature of God and the Virgin Birth--these are leaps of Faith. 
But to believe a married couple never got down
That's just plain gullibility! "

Henry Wriothesley, 3rd Earl of Southampton, 
in the Tower of London in 1603, 
attributed to John de Critz. 

A small painting of the Tower of London is shown in the top-right background, above the Latin words: In vinculis invictus (“in chains unconquered”) Februa 8 1600; 601; 602; 603 Apri. 

The arms of Wriothesley (Azure, a cross or between four hawks close argent) are shown on the cover of a book lying on the windowsill before the cat

A woman's face with nature's own hand painted,
Hast thou, the master mistress of my passion;
A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change, as is false women's fashion:
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
A man in hue all hues in his controlling,
Which steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.
And for a woman wert thou first created;
Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,
And by addition me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
But since she prick'd thee out for women's pleasure,
Mine be thy love and thy love's use their treasure.

Phenomelanin (as opposed to Eumelanin), associated with blonde hair, blue eyes, green eyes, fair skin and Red Hair is "a Mutation" of the Melanin producing human gene.

Redheads are Mutants.

"For me, personally, it's brunettes.

But redheads are the wildcard...."

David Lynch

No, it's an extremely thoughtful and insightful question, and Lynch's answer is extreme important and informative.

You notice, when he asks the "silly" question, there is some patchy laughter from one or two members of the audience (who think its stupid), but not from Lynch, (who knows that it is not). It only SOUNDS stupid.


He acknowledges the premise of the question, and then gives a serious answer, so the question itself is anything but stupid. And this of course is well known.


The fact that he uses women of different hair colour as avatars for various archtypes and aspects of the human psyche and the collective unconscious as expounded by Jung, most notably The Angel and the Dark Lady (often known as Liliith, the heavenly pariah FIRST wife of Adam before God created Eve from Adam's own flesh).


When Ben Horne first arrives at One Eyed Jacks, he greets Blackie by quoting (in full) Shakes-Spear's Sonnet 18, which is the first in the series of Dark Lady sonnets, which form an extended communication with the author's own Dark Heart, an acceptance and indeed love letter to his own potential for mischief, destruction and malice.


So when he asks him "Blondes or Brunettes?", the actual meaning behind the question and what he is answering is "Which do you find more enriching to your life? Virgins or Harlots? Do you seek purity or richness?".


People get into a lot of trouble, both psychically and psychologically, when they seek to deny that they have at least the potential for darkness within themselves and seek to distance themselves from immoral, even evil things that they have done, rather than accepting it as a part of themselves that they must comes to terms with.


This is the basis for all trauma (or Garambozia) - Leland Palmer cannot come to terms with the fact BOB used him to rape and murder his own daughter (and cannot live with himself), whereas Laura Palmer can admit to her shrink that her rough, incestuous sex with BOB was the best she had ever had, even after she realises who he is, and ultimately she is able to forgive him and allow BOB to murder her, which also saves Ronnette's life, allowing MIKE the opportunity to pull her clear from the old train-car. 


Which is why she get to go to Heaven, whilst Cooper is still stuck in the Lodge, unable to accept or get to grips properly with his own Dark Side - who is out there in The World, having hijacked his body, doing who-knows what with it, whilst he remains trapped in denial. When he first sees his Other Self, the corruption in his own soul inside The Lodge, his first response and reaction is first to avoid it, then to run away from it.


Meaning, of course, that it catches up with him (as always it must), overpowers him and consequently assumes complete control over his life and his entire existence. Not realising that when there is nowhere to run to, and no chance to escape or get away, running away is to admit defeat. 

Because he faced the Dweller on the Threshold of Life and Death with imperfect courage.

Only through acceptance can there be hope of victory - or, as Prince said, 

" I got 2 sides, and they're both friends."


Now, here's the thing about his answer, and why it's important and will affect your life as well as mine : almost every significant female character in Twin Peaks, other than Laura and Maddie has red hair - and as anyone who has ever dated one or been close to one will tell you, the old folk wisdom about their possessing a  firey nature is more than just an Old Wives' Tale - something about their personalities and their behaviour strongly suggests that they are somehow connected to something wild, mysterious and exotic.


Now, if you go onto the Smithsonian Website and look through the section on Human Origins, they will now tell you that red hair is recessive gene that is not found in early hominids or pre-humans, but is found in Neanderthal DNA, as a mutation which occurred after the species divergence occurred between pre-modern Cromagnon  proto-humans and Neanderthals - thus, in areas where there was cohabitation occurred, interbreeding and hybridisation occurred between pre-modern humans and Neanderthals, and red hair is the proof that that took place.


For that reason, and sue to the fact that the gene itself is recessive, red hair (amongst white people) has traditionally always been associated with high nobility and royalty right up until the present time - it seems to have been something that began around the time of the Norman Invasion,  several of the Plantagenet kings were noted for their red hair and ferocity, as well as Anne Boleyn, Elizabeth I and Oliver Cromwell.


Prince Harry to is second in line to the throne after his brother and Prince Charles, and he is a redhead - which is exceptionally interesting due to the fact that none of the Windsors are, and his mother certainly wasn't. 


She was a pure natural blonde. 


He's also known for his temper, or used to be, he seems to have calmed down a great deal in recent years.


Why is this important? 


If you read Graham Hancock's book Magicians of the Gods, he provides an excellent summary and overview of the wealth of geological evidence that exists and is now available for the global cataclysm and devastation which we now know appears to have occurred aound 12,600 years ago at the end of the last great Ice Age, at the end of the Younger Dryas Period. 


What APPEARS to have happened is that during a period when the permafrost of the polar ice cap extended down over much of North America and nearly all of Europe, the Earth was struck by a comet or comet fragment which exploded on impact or superheated the atmosphere, flash-thawing the oversized ice-cap and flooding everything, nearly everywhere, permanently raising the sea level and leaving countless previously inhabited regions of the planet submerged until this day.


One of the last places affected, and when surviors and refugees  of the disaster and were able to settle and regroup was the Pacific Northwest, and North America generally. This is whythis area is so strongly associated with the Moundbuilder Civilisation and it's remains and earthworks, the remains and skeletons of a race of Giants (such as Paul Bunyan, referenced by the Cohens in Fargo), and Native America creation mythology, with their oral tradtion, going back tens of thousands of years, of a far older race of giant men who came from afar, a wise and  noble race that became extinct, but taught them many things.


After getting shot, Agent Cooper is visited by the Lodge Spirit in the form of a Giant, who offers him information and declares his firm altruistic desire to prove him with help and give him the assisstance he requires in order to resolve the mysteries of Laura Palmer and succeed in solving the case.



In the last half of 16thC England there were to be found two ladies of immense wealth. Both had auburn hair they styled in similar ways, both had a long aquiline nose, both had a lower lip a little stronger than her upper, both had a passion for pearls, and both were called Elizabeth. Put all their portraits together and it is hard to tell one from the other.
A collection of portraits of Elizabeth I and Elizabeth of Hardwick
A collection of portraits of Elizabeth I and Elizabeth of Hardwick
One lady needs no introduction – she was the Virgin Queen. The other was Bess of Hardwicke, born around 1527, and raised by a family of minor gentry in Derbyshire. Her early history is undocumented, and what is known of her family’s history before she was born dates solely to evidence provided by her brother in 1569, when he was providing reasons for his right to bear arms.
What is known is that she married four times: the first, undocumented, was to the 13 year old heir to a neighbouring estate. She married him most likely in 1543, but he died the following year. Then on 20 August, 1547, nine months after the death of King Henry VIII, she was married – remarkably well above her station – to the illustrious Sir William Cavendish, Treasurer of the King’s Chamber, who had made a fortune as an official of the Court during the Dissolution of the Monasteries.
Sir William Cavindish, possibly by John Bettes, 1544
Sir William Cavendish, possibly by John Bettes, 1544
In 1553, with the death of Edward VI, Cavendish’s means of acquiring his wealth came under scrutiny, and having been closely associated with the Seymours, and with Lady Jane Grey (who got her head chopped off for claiming the throne after Edward VI’s death), he lost his position at court, and was accused of embezzlement. He had tried to stay the right side of Edward’s staunchly Catholic successor, Mary I, but given such unfortunate associations, he was no longer in favour. He and Bess had eight children together, though, before he died on October 25th 1557, just one month after the startling birth of Robert Tudor.
On Mary’s death in 1558, the new Queen Elizabeth restored Bess Hardwick to Court, and again – rather remarkably – made her a key Lady of her Bedchamber. Soon after, Bess fell in love with Sir William St Loe, a good friend of the new Queen who had aided her when her life had been in danger, and who she had made Captain of the Guard, and Butler to the Royal Household – key positions ensuring her personal security.
Sir William St Loe
Sir William St Loe
The two were married in 1559, but in 1561, a serious problem emerged. Bess was the friend of Frances Brandon, the mother of Lady Jane Grey who had been executed by Mary for claiming the throne in 1553. According to the will of Henry VIII, on Lady Jane Grey’s death, her sister Catherine had become second in line to the throne, next after Elizabeth herself. Elizabeth wanted her to remain a spinster, thereby reducing any threat to her rule, but in total defiance of the Queen’s wishes Catherine secretly married into the powerful Seymour family. Bess distanced herself from the marriage, but hid the news from the Queen, who, when she found out, flew into a rage, and sent her to the Tower.
Lady Catherine Grey
Lady Catherine Grey
After seven months Elizabeth relented, and let her go home, but Bess and Sir William had no children together, and soon after, in 1565, he died under very suspicious circumstances. Bess thus became one of the wealthiest women in the country, with an annual income equivalent to around £14 million in present day terms. The Queen forgave her at this point, and she returned to court once more, only to find that the tutor to her sons had been spreading slanderous rumours about her. The nature of the slander was suppressed, and the Queen was so upset by what he had been saying that she ordered him to suffer public corporal punishment, a most vindictive punishment for someone of his rank. His slander must have been serious indeed.
In 1567 Bess again married, and again inexplicably far above herself, to the Earl of Shrewsbury, the richest nobleman in England.
Rowland Lockey 'The Earl of Shrewsbury' 1580
Rowland Lockey ‘The Earl of Shrewsbury’ 1580
On the 2 May, 1568, Mary Queen of Scots fled from Scotland and sought refuge in England, to the consternation of the Queen. Mary had a claim not only to Scotland, but to the English throne as well, and could not easily be disposed of, being a Queen in her own right. Elizabeth summoned the Shrewsburies to court, and entrusted them with one of the most important roles she delegated to anyone in her entire reign: that of keeping Mary Queen of Scots prisoner, and preventing her from conspiring against her. This the Shrewsburies loyally did for the next sixteen years, until 1584, moving home to another of their estates each time a plot to rescue Mary was discovered.
Rowland Lockey 'Mary, Queen of Scots' 158
Rowland Lockey ‘Mary, Queen of Scots’ 1585
In 1574/5 a serious situation developed involving Bess’s daughter, Elizabeth. The girl met, fell in love with, got pregnant by, and then married Charles Stuart, the brother of Mary Queen of Scots’ former husband, Lord Darnley. Like Darnley, Charles was the son of the Countess of Lennox, who herself was the daughter of Margaret Tudor, Queen of Scotland – and daughter of King Henry VII of England. Bess had married her daughter into the Royal families of both England and Scotland without the knowledge or permission of the Queen, and she and the Countess of Lennox were both promptly consigned to the care of the Tower of London.
Lady ARabella STuart, c.1590
Lady Arabella Stuart, c.1590
By January 1575 she was back home, though. Her daughter Elizabeth and Charles Stuart were expecting their first and only child, Arabella, and under the terms of succession, Bess felt Arabella had a good chance to succeed Elizabeth on her death. To that purpose, she began casting about for a suitable husband, and after a while came up with the infant Lord Denbigh, the son of the Earl of Leicester and the widowed Countess of Essex… She could hardly have contrived to upset the Queen more: the Earl of Leicester, after all, was the Queen’s former love, Robert Dudley… and so summoned to London by the Queen, Bess was likely invited to consider a third stay in the Tower. Judiciously, she assured the Queen of her loyalty, and took no further part in trying to arrange a marriage for Arabella, whose future the Queen took under her own wing, and the infant Lord Denbigh promptly died, pruning any future growth to that disconcerting branch of the family tree.
Bess turned instead to the construction of a home worthy of a future Queen of England… Hardwicke Hall… and thus came to be known as Bess of Hardwicke. In the meantime, though, another problem had emerged: Bess became concerned at the amount of time Mary Queen of Scots and her husband were spending together, and tried to resolve the matter by becoming Mary’s constant companion, spending months on end together with her, engaging in talk and much needlepoint.
After a while, though, Bess became aware that her husband was being unfaithful with one of her serving wenches, indeed, catching him in flagrante delecto. Rumours began circulating that the serving maid was not the only object of Shrewsbury’s attention, and that Mary Queen of Scots had not only taken his eye, but that she had already secretly borne two children by him.
The Queen was horrified, and Bess was summoned to Court, and swore on her knees that the news of Mary’s inappropriate children was totally untrue, and signed a declaration to that effect. Elizabeth seemingly accepted this, but the Earl of Shrewsbury blamed Bess, and the two separated, never to be reconciled. Mary, Queen of Scots was removed from Shrewsbury’s protection, and executed after the Babington Plot in February 1587, and Shrewsbury died in 1590, making Bess – most improbably, considering her apparently humble origins – the richest woman in England after the Queen. And still, even by 1590 she remained the double of the Queen, with the same red hair, the same nose, the same lips, and the same love for pearls… as this portrait dated 1583 tells:
The Countess of Shrewsbury
The Countess of Shrewsbury, Bess of Hardwicke, c.1580
But there is far more here than readily meets the eye. If we progressively darken her face and increase the tonal contrast, we find a bombshell written in the faintest of brushstrokes. In just one sentence, the painter explains all the many inexplicabilities of Bess of Hardwicke’s life.
Detail of Bess's face, from the 1580 portrait of her
Detail of Bess’s face, from the 1580 portrait of her
‘Sesso 25’ he says across her forehead, then on her temple ‘nata 26’: …sex in 1525, born in 1526. And from her other temple beneath her eye, the traditional declaration that she was the ‘Figlia de’… The artist is writing in Italian, and about to tell us who her parents were.
Detail of Bass's face, showing her true family origins
Detail of Bess’s face, showing her true family origins: click on the picture to enlarge it.
‘Sesso 25, nata 26, figlia de’, he continues… ‘Henry VIII’ and ‘Anne Boleyn’. 
Bess of Hardwicke was the first daughter of Henry VIII and Anne, back in the early days when she first joined the court as lady in waiting to Catherine of Aragon. 
Bess of Hardwicke, named after Henry’s mother, was the elder sister of Queen Elizabeth I.
That is why she could come from obscurity to the court of Edward VI, and how she came to marry the Treasurer of the King’s Chamber, Sir William Cavendish. That is why she fell from grace under the reign of Mary I in 1553, and why in 1558 Elizabeth chose her as a key Lady in Waiting. Bess could be trusted. This was how it was she could marry the Captain of Elizabeth’s guard, Sir William St Loe, and how it was she could meddle in the dynastic politics of Elizabeth’s court and not only survive but be forgiven and then return to court. It was how she could marry the richest nobleman in the Realm, the Earl of Shrewsbury, and how he could be trusted to keep Mary Queen of Scots safely captive for 16 years. It explains, too, how she could then again meddle  with the line of succession by marrying her daughter into the English and Scottish royal families – and once again survive and be forgiven. It explains too why she was the spitting image of the rather the illustrious Virgin Queen.
But how could a mere artist know all this? Well, he signed that portrait of Bess Hardwick, Countess of Shrewsbury. 
He signed it on her ruff, using the name Robert Tudor’. 
The artist was Elizabeth’s son, and the Countess of Shrewsbury’s nephew. He would have known, for sure, what his mum and aunty were up to.
But our story is not yet done… This was not the only portrait of Robert’s aunt that art history considers significant: there is another painting we must look at, too, one holding yet another surprise…
(to be continued)

BreXit : The Sickness


    
You're afraid of making mistakes. 
Don't be. 

If you hide your ignorance, no one will hit you and you will never learn.







"Parts of Fight Club have always been true. 

Every guy I know feels let down by his father.


Even my father feels let down by his father."

Chuck Palahniuk, 
Stranger Than Fiction: True Stories (2004)


Wake up
Grab a brush and put a little (makeup)
Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup)
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable

Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
You wanted to

I don't think you trust in my self righteous suicide....

I cry when angels deserve to die...
DIE

Wake up
Grab a brush and put a little (makeup)
Grab a brush and put a little
Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup)
Hide the scars to fade away the
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?

Here you go, create another fable...

Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?

You wanted to

I don't think you trust in my self righteous suicide...
I cry when angels deserve to die
In my self righteous suicide
I cry, when angels deserve to die

Father! farther! Father! farther!

Father, into your hands I commend my spirit
Father, into your hands -
Why have you forsaken me?
In your eyes forsaken me?
In your thoughts forsaken me?

In your heart forsaken me, oh trust in my self righteous suicide




December 18, 1997. 
San Leandro CA. 

For a long time, Mr. LaRouche has been warning that the Baby Boomer generation of Americans (similarly the 68'er generation of Germans) is collectively leading the nation "off the cliff" so to speak, with its religion of environmentalism, money worship (monetarism), and pathalogical narcissism. 

Bob Ingraham takes us on voyage through the writings of Fabian Socialist H. G. Wells at the beginning of the 20th century with his call for radical Malthusian population reduction, world government, and Roman Empire style culture of bread and circus's so as to keep 95% of the remaining population content with entertainment and mindless sex. 

You might be familiar with the scenarios if you have read George Orwells 1984, Aldous Huxley's Brave New World, Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury and similar books. 

Starting with the death of Franklin Roosevelt in 1945, the mindless Organization Man suburban culture, the constant threat of nuclear annihilation, and Trumanism (later known as McCarthyism), the effect on young people growing up in the upper middle class levels in particular created a Frankenstein monster that would later be unleashed under the strain of the assassinations of JFK, RFK, and MLK, Jr, the Vietnam war, and the organizing of the drug-rock-sex counter culture by the Beat Poets with full backing of elements of the British and US establishments. 

In the words of Aldous Huxley, 

"There will be, in the next generation or so, a pharmacological method of making people love their servitude, and producing dictatorship without tears, so to speak, producing a kind of painless concentration camp for entire societies, so that people will in fact have their liberties taken away from them, but will rather enjoy it, because they will be distracted from any desire to rebel by propaganda or brainwashing, or brainwashing enhanced by pharmacological methods. 

And this seems to be the final revolution." 

Huxley speaking at the Tavistock Clinic, 
California Medical School,
 UC Berkeley 1961




What is Sacrifice? 

 "For thousands of years, human beings had screwed up and trashed and crapped on this planet, and now history expected me to clean up after everyone. I have to wash out and flatten my soup cans. And account for every drop of used motor oil.

And I have to foot the bill for nuclear waste and buried gasoline tanks and landfilled toxic sludge dumped a generation before I was born."

We Sacrifice.



How did our world get into such a mess? 

When and how did we start down the road to this catastrophe? 


What habits must we rip out of our institutions, and ourselves, if we, and our republic are to survive the ongoing, terminal disintegration of the entire world...?"


I am Ozymandias, King of Kings.

"Maybe self-improvement isn't the answer.

Tyler never knew his father.

Maybe self-destruction is the answer.




What you see at fight club is a generation of men raised by women.




My father never went to college so it was really important I go to college. 

After college, I called him long distance and said, now what?

My dad didn't know, so he said get a job.

When I got a job and turned twenty-five, long distance, I said, now what? 

My dad didn't know, so he said, get married.

How can I get married? I'm a thirty-year-old boy, and I'm wondering if another woman is really the answer I need."










"If we wish to cure the disease, we must go behind the mere symptoms, to identify the agency which those symptoms express. To discover the cure, we must discover the source of the sickness. To find the continuing source of this global civilization's sickness, the presently onrushing, systemic, global financial crisis, we must focus upon the pattern of decisions which continue, even today, to shape economic practice: not the mere statistical effects of that practice. It is the substance of Genghis Khan, not his statistical shadow, which constitutes the mortal threat to our civilization. In short, to overcome the danger, the U.S. government must reverse the policy-trend of the recent thirty-odd years.

...If precisely those policies are not soon introduced, to deal with an already hopelessly bankrupt set of international financial and monetary institutions, this is a bottomless crisis. In the case those policies are not introduced very soon, this planetary civilization would be doomed, doomed by a lack of moral fitness to survive, doomed to plunge into the post-modernist barbarism of a prolonged "new dark age"... 

Unless, we can detect and eradicate those policies and supranational institutions, which have caused the past thirty-odd years' decline in world economy, our culture is a dying culture, our nations, their populations, the casualties of a dying, global civilization.

Thus, modern European civilization, now somewhat more than six hundred years old, is, presently, dying. Nothing could save the present financial and monetary system itself. By the end of this century, perhaps sooner, it, in its present form, will be gone, either by responsible actions of key governments, or, lacking that remedy, by way of either hyperinflationary, or hyperdeflationary collapse, forever. As my own and other features in Executive Intelligence Review have repeatedly warned, this financial-monetary system is like a doomed, sinking ship; the passengers, the nations, the peoples, and the physical economy living within this civilization, could be saved, but only if they are willing to abandon that doomed ship itself. They could survive, but only if they give up, suddenly, those post-1964, radical changes in culture, which have doomed the present world economic order.

Unfortunately, the prevailing evidence warns us, that no more than a small minority of the populations and their doomed governments are yet willing, to support the policies needed to allow our nations to survive that global systemic financial crisis which has recently entered its terminal phase. For the moment, the boob-tubed majority of the pleasure-seeking populations of Europe and North America --most notably-- seem to have lost the will to grasp for anything but the next fleeting instant of momentary --or, should we better say, monetary-- pleasure.

We must view the majority of the people of most nations today, as like the pompous, doomed Akkadians of Biblical Belshazzar's Babylonian empire; most of the leading institutions of this planet appear to have lost that essential quality, moral fitness to survive. So, as the artist portrayed a similar circumstance, Belshazzar's Feast : once again, the moving finger writes; the new message is now nearly completed.

How did our world get into such a mess? 



When and how did we start down the road to this catastrophe? 



What habits must we rip out of our institutions, and ourselves, if we, and our republic are to survive the ongoing, terminal disintegration of the entire world...?"



Phoebe: 
Hey, you know what might help you deal with it?
Think of it this way, you and Emily are in the past and you can't be mad about the past. 
So, are you still mad about the Louisiana Purchase?

Rachel: 
Pheebs, I don’t think anyone's still mad about that... *

Phoebe: 
Exactly! Because it's in the past!

* This, in fact, could not actually be further from the truth  - an awful lot of people still are really mad about that...

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BreXit : Black Wednesday

 A Documentary About the Crash of the Pound Sterling in the European Exchange Rate Mechanism


An Ode to Negative Equity


Freude, schöner Götterfunken,
Tochter aus Elysium,
Wir betreten feuertrunken,
Himmlische, dein Heiligtum!
Deine Zauber binden wieder
Was die Mode streng geteilt*;
Alle Menschen werden Brüder*
Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt.

Wem der große Wurf gelungen
Eines Freundes Freund zu sein;
Wer ein holdes Weib errungen
Mische seinen Jubel ein!
Ja, wer auch nur eine Seele
Sein nennt auf dem Erdenrund!
Und wer's nie gekonnt, der stehle
Weinend sich aus diesem Bund!

Freude trinken alle Wesen
An den Brüsten der Natur;
Alle Guten, alle Bösen
Folgen ihrer Rosenspur.
Küsse gab sie uns und Reben,
Einen Freund, geprüft im Tod;
Wollust ward dem Wurm gegeben
und der Cherub steht vor Gott.

Froh, wie seine Sonnen fliegen
Durch des Himmels prächt'gen Plan
Laufet, Brüder, eure Bahn,
Freudig, wie ein Held zum siegen.

Seid umschlungen, Millionen!
Diesen Kuß der ganzen Welt!
Brüder, über'm Sternenzelt
Muß ein lieber Vater wohnen.
Ihr stürzt nieder, Millionen?
Ahnest du den Schöpfer, Welt?
Such' ihn über'm Sternenzelt!
Über Sternen muß er wohnen

Thursday 27 October 2016

Come Hither, England's Hope.

Come hither, England's hope. 


Why, then 'tis time to arm and give direction.

More than I have said, loving countrymen,
The leisure and enforcement of the time
Forbids to dwell upon: yet remember this,
God and our good cause fight upon our side;
The prayers of holy saints and wronged souls, Like high-rear'd bulwarks, stand before our faces; Richard except, those whom we fight against Had rather have us win than him they follow:
For what is he they follow? truly, gentlemen,
A bloody tyrant and a homicide;
One raised in blood, and one in blood establish'd;
One that made means to come by what he hath,
And slaughter'd those that were the means to help him; Abase foul stone, made precious by the foil
Of England's chair, where he is falsely set; One that hath ever been God's enemy: Then, if you fight against God's enemy, God will in justice ward you as his soldiers; If you do sweat to put a tyrant down,
You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain;
If you do fight against your country's foes,
Your country's fat shall pay your pains the hire;
If you do fight in safeguard of your wives,
Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors;
If you do free your children from the sword,
Your children's children quit it in your age.

Then, in the name of God and all these rights, Advance your standards, draw your willing swords. For me, the ransom of my bold attempt
Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold face; But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt
The least of you shall share his part thereof.

Sound drums and trumpets boldly and cheerfully; God and Saint George! 

Richmond and victory!

Richmond



Come hither, England's hope.

If secret powers
Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts, This pretty lad will prove our country's bliss. His looks are full of peaceful majesty,
His head by nature framed to wear a crown, His hand to wield a sceptre, and himself Likely in time to bless a regal throne.
Make much of him, my lords, for this is he Must help you more than you are hurt by me.

Tuesday 25 October 2016

Wilhelm Reich in Hell: A Punk Rock Opera by Robert Anton Wilson


Wilhelm Reich in Hell : 

A Punk Rock Opera by Robert Anton Wilson



It is April 3rd, 1952, at Orgonon, Rangeley, Maine.

I, Wilhelm Reich, am sitting alone in the large room in the lower house. All people are gone. In the morning and the whole day yesterday, a meeting took place of the members of the board of trustees of the foundation which carries my name. Everybody is gone now and I would like to add a few words to the recording we made yesterday and today of the disaster which struck Orgonon. There's nobody here to listen to what I am saying. The recording apparatus is the only witness.

I hope that someone will at some time in the future listen to this recording with great respect, respect for the courage that was necessary to sustain the research work in orgone energy and life energy all through these years. I shall not go into the great strain, into the details, into the worries, the sleepless nights, the tears, the expenditures of money and effort, the patience which I had to have with all my workers and with all my students. I would like only to mention the fact that there is nobody around, there is not a single soul either here at Orgonon or down in New York who would fully and really from the bottom of his existence understand what I'm doing, and be with me in what I'm doing.

They are all very good people. They are decent, honest hard working. I trust them. They are very good friends. All of them - or most of them. But, this does not alter the fact that they all, without any exception, are against, I say, are against what I am doing. Every single one of them spites me, interferes with my effort, crosses it out, blunts out, flattens out, this one thing or another thing, whatever it may be, to diminish my effort - no, to diminish the effects of my effort. To block out the sharpness and acuity of my thoughts. To reduce to rubble and nothing - or nothingness what I have elaborated and about now thirty - thirty three or thirty four years of systematic thinking and in about forty years of human suffering, since about 1912, or rather 1910 when my mother died. There is not a single soul around who would fully understand or would not say "no" to it all.

This "no" is identical with: I don't want it, I don't like it, I loathe it, why is it here?, why does he have to exist?, why does he - why doesn't he sit down and take it easy?, why did he have to start this ORANUR (nuclear radiation) experiment which gives us so much trouble? They see only the trouble. They don't see or they don't want to realize what it means for medicine, biology and science in general, as well as philosophy, to have this ORANUR going. To them it is mostly a bother, an inducer of sickness, suffering and at times I have the distinct feeling that they believe or they do not quite dare to admit their own thoughts, that I may have gone hayward.

This reaction of my closest friends and coworkers to the situation here is exactly the same that has harassed the human race for as much as we can say, 8.000 or 10.000 years, since patriarchy has ruled its destinies and since natural love was extinguished in the newborn infants. I shall not go into that. It is all written up in my publications. Whoever knows these publications also knows what that means. The discovery of the life energy would have been accomplished long ago, had this "I don't want it, I fear it, I loathe it, I'll kill it, I'll flatten it out, I won't let it exis- live, or exist". If that had not been in their structures, not in their desires, not in their positive conscious wishes. They're all descent and good people. No it is in the structure. It is somehow in their tissues, in their blood. They cannot tolerate anything that has to do with orgone energy, or life energy, or what they call God, or what is their deepest longing for love fulfillment. They cannot tolerate it and they fear it. They fear it by way of structure. Their tissues, their blood cannot stretch out, cannot take it, evades it - avoids it and loathes it.

I do not say all this to depreciate their efforts, their honour, their loves, their lives. I say it because it is true, because it turns up in every single move, in every single word, in every single opinion, in every single paper, in every single thing they did to a- to whatever ever had to do with discovery - the discovery of genitality, life, love, such people as Laurence/Lawrence, or such philosophies as Giordano Bruno's or such great lives as Jesus Christ, ensoforth, ensoforth. It is a sad, lonely chapter of the human race.

I don't feel that I am obligated to solve this riddle, to do anything about it. I happened to discover the life energy. I happened to induce the ORANUR experiment. I know what it means for the future development of medicine and biology, philosophy and natural science and in this awareness I am completely alone. There is no soul far and wide to talk to, to give one's feelings - to let one's feelings go freely, to speak like - as friends speak to each other.

This is all.