Showing posts with label The Evil Twin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Evil Twin. Show all posts

Thursday 30 September 2021

MAKE Yourself Worthy.



exorcist 2 the heretic (1977)- regan VS evil regan!! HD



Cardinal Jaros, may I present 
Father Philip Lamont, Society of Jesus? 

Cardinal Jaros :
Would you care to explain 
your refusal to accept this task? 

Fr. Phillip Lamont (S.J.) :
I should be relieved from 
all pastoral responsibilities. 
I'm Not Worthy. 

Cardinal Jaros :
Father, I have not asked you 
to perform another exorcism --

I simply requested that you 
investigate the death 
of Father Merrin. 

You have performed exorcisms. 
You knew Father Merrin. 

Furthermore, you were 
exposed to his teachings.
 
I cannot think of 
anyone more qualified 
for this assignment. 

Philip, it's So Good to See You. 
Merrin's, uh, reputation is in jeopardy. 
His writings have been impounded. 

Fr. Phillip Lamont (S.J.) :
I'm not surprised. 

No one in The Church wants 
to hear about The Devil. 

Satan has become an embarrassment 
to our progressive views. 

Cardinal Jaros :
Merrin was rather more extreme, I'm afraid. 
He argued that The Power of Evil 
threatens to overthrow God Himself. 

Fr. Phillip Lamont (S.J.) :
So they finally found a heresy to nail him to. 

Cardinal Jaros :
Well, uh, many of the theological college believe that... 
He died at the hands of The Devil... 
during that, uh, American exorcism. 

Some, and they are close 
to The Pontiff, 
go so far as to suggest... 
That he was a Satanist. 
At The End, I mean. 


Fr. Phillip Lamont (S.J.) :
Perhaps Father Merrin took 
A Path no-one could follow. 

Cardinal Jaros :
But how he inspired us, Philip! 
Here. Remember, Christ 
is hard to follow too

Fr. Phillip Lamont (S.J.) :
We were Young. 
Today, wherever I look, 
I see only Evil. 
God has fallen Silent

Cardinal Jaros :
I cannot move to safeguard Merrin's Testament
until all the facts about his last exorcism 
are clearly known

You Will Conduct 
The Investigation. 

You Will Act Discreetly 
in All Confidence, 
reporting to Me Alone. 

Fr. Phillip Lamont (S.J.) :
But I'm not Worthy! 

Cardinal Jaros :
You are A Soldier of Christ
MAKE Yourself Worthy.

Saturday 29 May 2021

The Sixth Segment

 

 
Don’t Give up....

You Mustn’t Give Up....”

MULDER:

Scully? Why would he say that - 

"Don't give up"? 

Why would he say such a thing to you?


SCULLY:

I think that was clearly meant for you, Mulder.


MULDER:

He didn't say it to me. 

He said it to you


If Father Joe were The Devil, why would he say 

the opposite of what The Devil might say


Maybe that's The Answer. 

The Larger Answer.


SCULLY

What do you mean?


MULDER

Don't give up.






Personality as Hierarchy — 

and Capacity for Transformation

 

  How, then, is the personality that balances respect for social institutions and, equally, creative transformation to be understood? It is not so easy to determine, given the complexity of the problem. 

 

For that reason, we turn to stories

 

Stories provide us with a broad template. They outline a pattern specific enough to be of tremendous value, if we can imitate it, but general enough (unlike a particular rule or set of rules) to apply even to new situations. 

 

In stories, we capture observations of the ideal personality. 

 

We tell tales about success and failure in adventure and romance

 

Across our narrative universes, success moves us forward to what is better, to the promised land; failure dooms us, and those who become entangled with us, to the abyss. 

 

The Good moves us upward and ahead, and Evil drags us backward and down. 

 

Great stories are about characters in action, and so they mirror the unconscious structures and processes that help us translate the intransigent world of facts into the sustainable, functional, reciprocal social world of values.*

 

  The properly embodied hierarchy of values — including the value of conservatism and its twin, creative transformation — finds its expression as a personality, in narrative — an ideal personality. Every hierarchy has something at its pinnacle. 

 

It is for this reason that a story, which is a description of the action of a personality, has A Hero (and even if that someone is The Antihero, it does not matter : The Antihero serves the function of identifying The Hero through contrast, as The Hero is what The Antihero is most decidedly not). 

 

The Hero is The Individual at The Peak, The Victor, The Champion, The Wit, The Eventually Successful and DeservingUnderdog, The Speaker of Truth Under Perilous Circumstances, and more

 






[Cyberlab

(The Chess Board is in place.

Mr. CLEVER : 
There. That was easy. 
The Game has just started.
Doctor, why is there NO record of You 
ANYWHERE in the databanks of 
The Cyberiad? 

Oh, you're good.

Oh, you've been eliminating 
Yourself from History. 

You know you could 
be reconstructed by 
The HOLE YOU’VE LEFT.





[Ten Forward]

(Data is about to speak, then changes his mind) 

 

WORF:

Wait. What is it, Commander? 

 

DATA:

I am sorry to bother you,

but I have a question of a personal nature.

 

Do you have a moment? 

 

WORF:

...A Moment.

 
DATA:

I have heard you mention that you once experienced A Vision.

 

 

WORF:

Yes. When I was young my adoptive parents

arranged for me to partake in 

The Rite of MajQa. 

 

DATA:

I understand it involves deep meditation

in the lava caves of No'Mat.

 

That prolonged exposure to the heat

induces a hallucinatory effect. 

 

WORF:

Why are you asking me about this? 

 

 

DATA:

I have recently had an unusual experience,

which might be described as A Vision. 

 

WORF:

What happened? 

 

 

DATA:

An accident in Engineering shut down my cognitive functions

for a short period of time, 

yet I seemed to remain conscious.

 

I saw My Father. 

 

WORF:

You are very fortunate.

That is a powerful vision. 

 

 

DATA:

If it was A Vision,

I do not know how to proceed. 

 

WORF:

You must find its Meaning.

If it has anything to do with Your Father, 

you must learn all you can about it.

 

In the Klingon MajQa ritual,

there is nothing more important

than receiving a revelation 

about Your Father.

 

Your Father is a Part of You, always.

Learning about him 

teaches you about yourself.

 

That is why no matter

Where He Is or What He Has Done,

you must find him. 

 

DATA:

....but I am not looking for My Father(?) 

 

WORF:

.....Yes, of course.

 

Do not stop until you have

The Answer

 

DATA :

Thank you, Worf.

 

 

We know what it looks like -- 

We can make one.

 

 

[Zeos computer room]

 

(M.E.N.T.A.L.I.S. is a wreck of molten plastic.)

 

DOCTOR:

That was close.

 

ROMANA:

How did they manage to miss?

 

DOCTOR:

They weren't aiming at me,

they were aiming at that, the control centre,

like a scorpion stinging itself to death.

As soon as it sensed I was trying to interfere with the sequence,

it destroyed its own control centre.

 

It's mindless now,

clicking toward oblivion.

 

How long, K9?

 

K9:

Damage renders data unavailable.

 

DOCTOR:

(Thinks….)

The TARDIS!

 

ROMANA:

Come on, K9!

 

(They run for their lives.)

 

[Marshal's module]

 

PILOT: 

Within range, sir.


MARSHAL: 

Go in closer. As close as you dare.

(The Doctor, Romana and K9 enter the Shadow's lair and enter The TARDIS.)

 

[TARDIS]

 

The Doctor enters with 

Five of The Six Pieces of The Key to Time.

DOCTOR

Here, take a look at this.

ROMANA: 

Ah, you put the five pieces together. Good.

DOCTOR: 

Have you got the tracer?

ROMANA: 

Yes.

DOCTOR: 

Lock it in. Lock it.

 

ROMANA: 

Now what?

 

DOCTOR: 

Well, it was just an idea -- 

I thought if we had Five-Sixths 

of the pieces it might give us 

some power —

Obviously Guardian Technology 

doesn't work that way.


ROMANA: 

If only we had The Sixth Piece.


DOCTOR: 

Yeah — !!

Or a Sixth Piece...!!


ROMANA: 

What do you mean?


Pointing --


DOCTOR: 

What do you see there?


ROMANA: 

A Gap.


DOCTOR: 

Exactly. A GAP —  

The exact shape of The Sixth Piece.

 

ROMANA: 

Oh!

 

DOCTOR: 

We know what it looks like —

We can make one.

 

 

 

 

 
 
 

The Necessity of Balance

 

  Because doing what others do and have always done so often works, and because, sometimes, radical action can produce success beyond measure, the conservative and the creative attitudes and actions constantly propagate themselves. 

 

A functional social institution — a hierarchy devoted to producing something of value, beyond the mere insurance of its own survival — can utilize the conservative types to carefully implement processes of tried-and-true value, and the creative, liberal types to determine how what is old and out of date might be replaced by something new and more valuable. 

 

The balance between conservatism and originality might therefore be properly struck, socially, by bringing the two types of persons together. But someone must determine how best to do that, and that requires a wisdom that transcends mere temperamental proclivity. 


Because the traits associated with creativity, on the one hand, and comfort with the status quo, on the other, tend to be mutually exclusive, it is difficult to find a single person who has balanced both properly, who is therefore comfortable working with each type, and who can attend, in an unbiased manner, to the necessity for capitalizing on the respective forms of talent and proclivity. But the development of that ability can at least begin with an expansion of conscious wisdom: the articulated realization that conservatism is good (with a set of associated dangers), and that creative transformation—even of the radical sort—is also good (with a set of associated dangers). 


Learning this deeply—truly appreciating the need for both viewpoints—means at least the possibility of valuing what truly diverse people have to offer, and of being able to recognize when the balance has swung too far in one direction. 


The same is true of the knowledge of the shadow side of both. To manage complex affairs properly, it is necessary to be cold enough in vision to separate the power hungry and self-serving pseudoadvocate of the status quo from the genuine conservative; and the self-deceptive, irresponsible rebel without a cause from the truly creative. And to manage this means to separate those factors within the confines of one’s own soul, as well as among other people.

 

  And how might this be accomplished? First, we might come to understand consciously that these two modes of being are integrally interdependent. One cannot truly exist without the other, although they exist in genuine tension. This means, first, for example, that discipline—subordination to the status quo, in one form or another—needs to be understood as a necessary precursor to creative transformation, rather than its enemy. Thus, just as the hierarchy of assumptions that make up the structure that organizes society and individual perceptions is shaped by, and integrally dependent on, restrictions, so too is creative transformation. It must strain against limits. It has no use and cannot be called forth unless it is struggling against something. 

 

It is for this reason that The Great Genie, The Granter of Wishes — God, in a microcosm — is archetypally trapped in the tiny confines of a lamp and subject, as well, to the will of The Lamp’s current holder. Genie — genius — is the combination of possibility and potential, and extreme constraint.

 

  Limitations, constraints, arbitrary boundaries — rules, dread rules, themselves — therefore not only ensure social harmony and psychological stability, they make the creativity that renews order possible. What lurks, therefore, under the explicitly stated desire for complete freedom — as expressed, say, by the anarchist, or the nihilist — is not a positive desire, striving for enhanced creative expression, as in the romanticized caricature of the artist. It is instead a negative desire — a desire for the complete absence of responsibility, which is simply not commensurate with genuine freedom. 

 

This is the lie of objections to the rules. 

 

But “Down with Responsibility” does not make for a compelling slogan — being sufficiently narcissistic to negate itself self-evidently — while the corresponding “Down with the Rules” can be dressed up like a heroic corpse.

 

  Alongside the wisdom of true conservatism is the danger that the status quo might become corrupt and its corruption self-servingly exploited. Alongside the brilliance of creative endeavor is the false heroism of the resentful ideologue, who wears the clothes of the original rebel while undeservedly claiming the upper moral hand and rejecting all genuine responsibility. Intelligent and cautious conservatism and careful and incisive change keep the world in order. 

 

But each has its dark aspect, and it is crucial, once this has been realized, to pose the question to yourself: 

Are you the real thing, or its opposite? 

 

And the answer is, inevitably, that you are some of both — and perhaps far more of what is shadowy than you might like to realize. 

 

That is all part of understanding the complexity we each carry within us.

Tuesday 29 August 2017

Mondas Rising : Weaponised Astrology

…as I wandered through the Wyrrd and Lurid landscape of Another Planet —


Mondas : Gaia's Evil Twin
Or, Nemesis.

POLLY
What's happened to you, Doctor? 

Old Grandfather
Oh, I'm not sure, my dear. 
Comes from 
an outside influence. 
Unless this old body of mine is wearing a bit thin....

— suddenly, there was A Change.



The existence of 
The Mars Effect 
scientifically verifies 
the most fundamental 
principle of astrology : 
That there is a connection 
between a person's character 
and the planetary positions 
at the time and location of birth. 

Here, too, reasonable people 
can come to no other conclusion -- 
especially after they examine 
the whole of the nearly 40 years 
of Gauquelin research. 

Astrologers, of course, have described 
just such a connection all along.

 



Old Grandfather: 
Your Planet is finished. 
It will disintegrate. 
We know why you came here, 
so why not stay and live 
with us in peace

REGOS KRANG: 

We will confer. 
Keep your places. 
Anyone who moves will be killed instantly. 

BARCLAY: 
Can We Trust Them? 

BEN: 
No, of course we can't. 

Old Grandfather : 
We have no chance. 
We must play for time. Be quiet. 

Well, sir, what have you decided? 

REGOS KRANG: 
We cannot talk while that missile is aimed at Mondas. 
It must be disarmed first. 

Old Grandfather : 
A moment, please. 
Are you able to disarm this rocket? 

BARCLAY: 
Well, yes, but, er -

Old Grandfather : 
It will give us the time we need. 

BEN: 
The time for Mondas to burn itself out, you mean?  

REGOS KRANG: 
Listen to me -
 This close proximity of our two planets means that one has to be eliminated for the safety of the other. 

The One to Be Destroyed will be Earth. 

We cannot allow Mondas to burn up. 

If you help, we will take you all 
back to Mondas with us. 
There you will be safe

BEN: 
Yeah? For how long? 

DYSON: 
It could be our only chance. 

BEN: 
The Answer is No! 
We'll just sit tight here 
until Mondas breaks up. 

Now then, you'd better release 
The Doctor and Polly 
and send them down here. 

You're gonna need Our Help 
when Mondas is gone.

KRANG : 
Mondas will not burn up. 
Take The Old Man out to the spacecraft. 


BEN : 
Look, The Doctor said that 
it's not only Earth that's in danger, 
but that Mondas itself 
is in far greater danger. 

Otherwise, why have they bothered coming Here? 

CUTLER: 
And just how did he figure that out? 

It's draining energy 
from the Earth, isn't it? 

BEN: 
Yes, but he said eventually 
it would absorb too much energy 
and burn itself out. 

Well, shrivel up to nothing. 

So all we've got to do is wait! 




BEN: 
Right, Doctor. While they take him out, 
we'll make a break for it! 

Old Grandfather : 
Hmm? 

BEN: 
We can get back to the TARDIS! 

Old Grandfather : 
Well how can we do that, boy? 

BEN: 
Well, we can make a break for it down that corridor, 
to the trapdoor and then bolt it from behind. 

Old Grandfather: 
Nonsense, nonsense, 
They'll burn us down in a flash. 


Upset The Established Order
and everything becomes chaos -- 

....I'm An Agent of Chaos. 

Oh, and you know 
The Thing About Chaos...? 

It's Fair.

reiki to the rescue 




BARCLAY: 
Take visual checks on Mars 
to establish position. Report back. 


WILLIAMS [OC]: 
Will do, out. 


[Zeus 4]


WILLIAMS: 
Did you get that, Dan? 


SCHULTZ: 
Yeah. 

WILLIAMS: 
Okay, go ahead. 
Should be about 4-2-0. 

(Checking through the telescope.

SCHULTZ: 
No. It's 4-3-2. 

WILLIAMS: 
It can't be. Try again. 

SCHULTZ: 
I am. 

WILLIAMS: 
Come on, shake it up. 
We'll be back in sunrise in a bit. 

SCHULTZ: 
Cut it out, Glyn. 

WILLIAMS: 
Did you read conversation?

BARCLAY [OC]: 
Yes. We're getting a Mars fix too. Call back. 

SCHULTZ: 
Hey, Glyn? 

WILLIAMS: 
Yeah? 

SCHULTZ: 
Well, er, take it easy but, er 

WILLIAMS: 
Come on, come on, what is it? 

SCHULTZ: 
It wasn't Mars I had.

WILLIAMS: 
Well that explains it, doesn't it. 
Come on now, Dan, try again. 

SCHULTZ: 
No, listen, Glyn, there's 
Something Else out there. 

WILLIAMS: 
What do you mean? 

SCHULTZ
There's Another Planet out there! 

WILLIAMS: 
Another Planet

SCHULTZ: 
Yeah. 

WILLIAMS: 
Yeah, you're right. 
There is something. 
I can't see properly but it reads 
as if it was in orbit between 
Mars and Venus.



SCHULTZ: 
Yeah, that's it. 

Funny how I can't put me finger on it 
but it looks kinda familiar.



WILLIAMS: 

Yeah. 



SCHULTZ: 
Came the dawn. 

WILLIAMS: 
Yeah. Well, I guess we've had enough 
Earth observations for a bit. 

Hello Snowcap. Hello Snowcap. 

We're now in dawn over San Francisco. 
Can you get the subject from where you are? 

BARCLAY [OC]: 
Snowcap to Zeus 4. 
You are very faint. 
Put up your power output please. 

WILLIAMS: 
It is up. 

BARCLAY [OC]: 
Reading you strength three
Come in, please. 

WILLIAMS: 
Repeat, can you get the subject on your retina scope? 

BARCLAY [OC]: 
Can do. 

WILLIAMS: 
Hey. Hey, Dan. That's odd. 

SCHULTZ: 
Yeah? 

WILLIAMS: 
Fuel cells are showing a power loss






[Tracking room]
BARCLAY: (into microphone) 
May I have your attention, everybody. 
This is very important, so please listen carefully.
 
Final orbit commencing from base reference one is four minutes, ten seconds [410] from now.
 
Now, we've got a very difficult job on our hands 
and I want everybody to be on their toes all the time. 

If the capsule power falls too low 
I shall take over re-entry from here, 
and for that I want the entire team behind me. 

Now, base reference one commencing 

[Observation area]
BARCLAY [OC]: 
Now. 

Old Grandfather : 
Yes, they must bring them down

BEN: 

But why, Doctor? 

Old Grandfather: 
Because they can't last another orbit. 

[Tracking room]
(The Doctor storms in, then stops as he spots three pairs of silver boots entering from outside. He shakes the General's shoulder.


Old Grandfather:
It's imperative that I talk to you, General. 



CUTLER: 
Get away, old man. Can't you see 



DOCTOR: (to Barclay.) 
You, will you pay attention? Will you?! 



(Cutler sees the three Cybermen and mistakes them for soldiers.



CUTLER: 
Get this man back into the Observation room. 
Sergeant, that was an order! 
Take that man back to the obs 


(The Cyberman takes off his parka. Polly screams. The other two Cybermen reveal themselves.



CUTLER: 
Back to your places. 



(Suddenly, the soldier who had been guarding the Doctor, Ben and Polly rushes towards the Cyberman with his gun raised. The Cyberman at the top of the landing aims a light device at him. Smoke comes from the guard's body, and he falls backwards to the floor.


[Observation room]
POLLY: 
Oh. no! 



BEN: 
Come back, Polly. They'll blow your head off! 



Old Grandfather : 
Hey! 

[Tracking room]
CUTLER: 
Now look, I don't know who you are or what you are, but we've got two men in space. If we don't act now we won't get them back alive. 



(The Cyberman opens its mouth but does not move any lips as it speaks in a strange sing-song tone that puts emphasis in all the wrong places.) 



KRAIL: 
They will not return. 



CUTLER
Why not? 



KRAIL
It is unimportant now. 



CUTLER
But We must get them back! When --



KRAIL
There is really no point. 
They could never reach Earth now. 



POLLY :
But don't you care

KRAIL
Care? No, why should I care? 

POLLY: 
Because they're people 
and they're going to die

KRAIL: 
I do not understand you --
There are people dying all over Your World 
Yet you do not care about them



(Polly rushes in, with the Doctor and Ben behind her.



POLLY: 
Yes, but we could avoid their deaths. 



KRAIL: 
You will be wondering what has happened. Your astronomers must have just discovered a new planet. Is that not so? 



BARCLAY: 
Yes, that's right. 



KRAIL
That is where we come from. 
It is called Mondas. 


BEN
Mondas? 


BARCLAY
Mondas? But isn't that one of the ancient names of Earth? 


KRAIL
Yes. Aeons ago the planets were twins, 
then we drifted away from you on a journey 
to the edge of space. Now we have returned. 


BEN
You were right, Doctor. 



BARCLAY: 
But who or what are you? 



KRAIL: 
We are called Cybermen. 



BARCLAY: 
Cybermen? 



KRAIL
Yes, Cybermen. 
We were exactly like you once 
but our cybernetic scientists realised 
that our race was getting weak. 


BARCLAY
Weak? How? 

KRAIL
Our life span was getting shorter, 
so our scientists and doctors devised spare parts 
for our bodies until we could be 
almost completely replaced. 

POLLY
But that means you're not like us. 
You're robots! 



KRAIL: 
Our brains are just like yours except that 
certain weaknesses have been removed. 



BARCLAY: 
Weaknesses? What weaknesses? 



KRAIL: 
You call them emotions, do you not? 



POLLY: 
But that's terrible -- You, you mean 
you wouldn't care about someone in pain? 



KRAIL: 
There would be no need. 
We do not feel pain. 



POLLY: 
But we do!